Slytherin One Shots

R.A.B.

Regulus Black and I stood together in the dimly lit cave, our determination to destroy the locket Horcrux radiating within our hearts. As we glanced at each other, I could see the weight of the task before us upon Regulus's face, shadowed by his unwavering determination.

"I knew what I was getting into when I joined the ranks of the Death Eaters," Regulus said, his voice edged with a mix of regret and conviction. "I may not have chosen this path, but I will be damned if I don't try to correct my mistakes."

I nodded in understanding, my eyes fixed on the shimmering green glow emanating from the bottom of the lake. The Inferi, the creatures nurtured by Voldemort's dark magic, awaited any attempt to retrieve the locket. "We have to be prepared for what we might face," I cautioned. "These Inferi are dangerous, but we can overcome them."

Regulus's eyes met mine, and the fire within them matched the determination I felt within myself. "Let's do it then. We cannot falter." I saw the flicker of regret in his eyes, perhaps for the choices that led him here, but his resolve remained resolute.

Together, we waded into the lake, each step bringing us closer to the hidden island where the locket lay. The water was icy and treacherous, but we pressed forward, our hearts set on the destruction of this abomination.

As we reached the island, the locket loomed before us, an artifact of Voldemort's twisted soul. Regulus took the lead, his voice steady as he recited the incantation to retrieve the Horcrux. However, the moment the locket was in his grip, the Inferi thrashed and writhed, desperate to protect their dark master's object.

Reacting swiftly, I cast powerful spells to hold the Inferi back, buying us precious moments. Regulus, his hands trembling only slightly, conjured a blade and deftly sliced open his palm, letting his blood drip onto the locket. It screamed in agony, revealing its true form, a mockery of its once beautiful existence.

With a final surge of energy, Regulus thrust the blade with all his might, piercing the pulsating heart of the locket Horcrux. The room quaked as an ear-splitting screech filled the air, echoing our triumph.

We watched as the locket disintegrated into nothingness, the dark magic that had fueled it dissipating like smoke. Regulus slumped to his knees; exhaustion etched onto his face. But amidst the weariness, I also saw a glimmer of relief - a resolution that he had not failed in his ultimate act of redemption.

"I did it," Regulus whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "I did what was right."

I reached out a hand, helping him rise to his feet, a shared understanding passing between us. "You have truly defied the darkness, Regulus. Your courage and sacrifice will never be forgotten."

In that moment, as we stood together in the aftermath of our victory, we knew our journey was far from over. But we were now armed with the knowledge that even in the darkest of times, there was always hope for redemption, forgiveness, and the triumph of goodness over evil.

And together, Regulus Black and I vowed to continue fighting until the last Horcrux was destroyed, until Voldemort's reign of terror was finally brought to an end.