tw death
The dark, oppressive air of the dungeons beneath Malfoy Manor hung heavy around Regulus Black as he was led by two Death Eaters into a cold, dimly lit chamber. His heart pounded with dread, knowing what was coming but powerless to stop it. He was met by the cold, cruel eyes of Voldemort himself, who stood in the center of the room with a sinister smile.
"You've pledged your loyalty to me, Regulus," Voldemort hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, you must prove it."
Regulus's gaze shifted to the figure bound and kneeling on the floor in front of the Dark Lord. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized Y/N. She was bruised and bloodied, but her eyes—though filled with fear—still held a spark of defiance.
"Regulus..." she whispered, her voice a mixture of relief and terror.
Voldemort's smile widened as he observed the recognition in Regulus's eyes. "You know what must be done," he said, extending a wand toward Regulus. "Kill her."
Regulus's hands trembled as he took the wand, his mind racing. How could he do this? How could he possibly harm the person he loved more than anything in the world? But he knew the consequences of disobedience. If he refused, they would both die—horribly and slowly.
"Please, my lord," Regulus stammered, his voice shaking. "There must be another way."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed, his patience thinning. "Do not test me, Regulus. Your loyalty is in question, and you must prove it now."
Y/N's eyes met Regulus's, a silent understanding passing between them. She shook her head slightly, as if to tell him not to do it. Tears streamed down her face, but she held her head high, ready to face whatever came next.
Regulus knelt before her, his heart breaking with every second. He leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I don't know how to save you."
Her hand, still tied, reached out to touch his face gently. "It's not your fault, Reg. I love you."
Voldemort's voice cut through the moment like a knife. "Enough of this sentimentality! Do it, Regulus, or you both die!"
Regulus stood, the wand heavy in his hand. He pointed it at Y/N, his vision blurred by tears. "Forgive me," he choked out.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light shot from his wand, hitting Y/N square in the chest. She crumpled to the floor, lifeless, her last breath a whispered, "I love you."
The world seemed to stop for Regulus as he stared at her still form. He had done the unthinkable, all in the name of survival, but the cost was too great. His soul felt as if it had been ripped apart, leaving him hollow and broken.
Voldemort's laughter filled the chamber, cold and cruel. "Well done, Regulus. You have proven your loyalty. But remember, this is what happens to those who defy me."
Regulus nodded numbly, his mind unable to process the enormity of what he had done. He had lost everything—his love, his honor, his very self.
