December 15th, 1979
He had been trying to write a letter for ages, but nothing seemed right. His desk had become scattered with crumpled up parchment from letter after letter that had failed to say what he was trying to explain. He was slowly starting to run out of ink too. He'd have to remember to ask Kreacher to get him some more.
Regulus had recently graduated from Hogwarts in the previous early summer which meant his work was being entirely put into helping the dark lord. Lucius had offered to help him get a job under the ministry, but he had no interest in working for any of them. Why would he need a job if he had the entire family fortune waiting for him anyways? But his father insisted he take the job, that it would look good for him and the family to have more connections in the ministry. So now he was trying to write a letter to Lucius to see if his offer still stood, but everything he wrote felt unprofessional or like he was begging.
He continued to write and scratch out lines in the letter until he grew frustrated again and crumpled it up, tossing it aside and throwing his hands over his face. He let out a loud and drawn out groan as he slouched back in his seat.
His door creaked open and expecting to hear his mother yell at him for being so loud, he didn't look to see who it was.
"Master Regulus, sir?" Kreacher quietly said. "Are you alright, sir?"
Slightly relieved to hear it was only the house elf, he dropped his hands and turned his head to him.
"Yeah... I'm alright... thanks Kreacher." He replied. "Just having some trouble finishing this letter to send to Lucius. I just can't seem to figure out what to say."
"Maybe Master Regulus needs a break? Some tea, sir?" Kreacher suggested.
"I think that may be a good idea," Regulus agreed. "Tea would be nice. Thank you, Kreacher."
Kreacher bowed his head and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. When he returned with a cup of tea with just a splash of milk, Regulus had resorted to pacing his room, trying to decide how best to word his letter. Nothing seemed to come to mind, so he stopped in front of the window and drew back the curtain, seeing that night had fallen.
"How long have I been trying to write that letter, Kreacher?" He asked.
"Kreacher isn't sure, sir." Kreacher shook his head. "Maybe four or five hours, sir."
Regulus looked back out the window for a moment as he took a sip from his tea. He felt a slight burn on his left arm and sighed, knowing what it meant.
"Another meeting for Master Regulus?" Kreacher asked, seeing the disappointment on his face.
"Yes, Kreacher..." He sighed, handing his cup back to Kreacher. "Keep my tea warm please. Hopefully I won't be too long."
Regulus threw on his long, black cloak and left the house, apparating to their most recent meeting place where a few other death eaters were already gathered. He didn't bother with any greetings, he normally didn't. This was just his duty and nothing more than that. He was not here to be making friends. He had a job to do just as everyone else did.
He took his place at their meeting table, only a few seats down from the dark lord, along with his other most loyal and trusted followers, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Narcissa, Lucius, Snape, and Mulciber. They sat in order of who Voldemort seemed to trust the most, which seemed to change now and then, and while Regulus, Evan, and Barty had managed to maintain a higher status, they still weren't his most valued yet. Regulus had the status of being a Black and that seemed to help, but with how little he had done to prove himself, Snape had seemed to take his place.
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Faith in Fear | A Regulus Black Story.
Fanfic"Regulus didn't see him again until the holidays were over and his parents acted as if they had only ever had one son." Regulus Black has been told his entire life that he should be proud of who he is and the family he comes from, but with a rebelli...
