||NOBLE BOY||R.Black

01

Every single person on Earth has prejudice.

Every single person on Earth has once judged someone unfairly.

And it wasn't their fault.

Regulus Arcturus Black was not your typical wizard, and he was less likely to be your typical teenager. Unless you have stereotyped teenagers as angsty rebellious human beings during a young age, then yes, maybe he was indeed your typical teenage boy.

But he was far from being a perfect wizard under the standards of anyone, he might look like the perfect Slytherin pure-blooded man to the most part of the wizarding society, but he had secrets.

And secrets, ultimately get you killed. No matter which side you're on, nobody likes liars. Hell, he hated his guts for being such a filthy liar, and worse, a coward.

Eventually, he understood that we are subjects of a reality created by ourselves that we deemed unfair. But is it unfair if we, as a society, made ourselves follow blindly and go through all these systems and hierarchies we created? and if so, war seems like a constant event when social revolutions keep on demolishing past authorities and reinforcing new ones under false premises that end up being authoritarian to a new minority.

Maybe mass extinction is what we need – Regulus thought as he chuckled, clearly amused with himself and his train of thought.

For him, understanding that our context molds us into who we are, gave him the slight hope he needed to believe that not everybody is bad and that maybe we were just wrongfully taught certain things as absolute truth. In his case, his family always chanted as if it was part of a secret mantra that blood purity was to be respected and to be considered above all things.

It seemed that the structure of that idea followed a pattern of classifying magical beings under different statuses that deemed them worthy or not, not only of having magic but also the worthiness of being alive. And sadly, he used to be blinded by that idea.

If he could have a galleon for every single muggle-born he sneered at, he jinxed, or worse, he tortured he would be rich, bloody rich.

And ironically, the only good thing that came with Sirius's departure was that he was able to open his eyes and think for himself for once.

How broken do we have to be in on the outside for us to find ourselves on the inside of our minds?

Thoughts like this always ran wild within his mind, trying to come up with different excuses to justify our past and our existence is tiring and deeply depressive. Every time Regulus went down the rabbit hole of his mind, he would come up with more reasons why he shouldn't be here.

He didn't feel worthy.

Not worthy of living, not worthy of loving or being loved.

His daily routine was boring, his only escape from the dull life of an heir was watching the stars at the Astronomy Tower and writing in his diary. Oh, and how much he hated that damned diary as if there weren't enough reasons all ready for him to feel pity for himself and yet he still chooses writing on that stupid compilation of parchment to at least hide the fact that he can only rely on himself.

Instead of talking to yourself like a crazy man, write in a diary to hide the fact that your sanity is on a thin cord. 

Nothing felt right, not since Sirius decided that he was good enough to be saved and that Regulus was better off dead with his family. He once was young and naïve and tried to convince himself that his older brother still cared, that he still loved him somehow.

But at the start of the school year, Sirius made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to do with Lil' ole Reggie, dumb naïve Reggie. Oh, how foolish he was to think that Sirius was his brother when he was just a stranger.