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R.A.B
Regulus Arcturus Black
The boy who gave up his freedom and happiness to keep his family together. The boy couldn't let himself be sorted out of anything other than Slytherin otherwise, his fractured family would have shattered for good.
The boy who watched as his brother turned his back on heritage, his inheritance, his power, his family, him. The brother who did everything in his power to reverse his attempts to keep them together. The brother who wore muggle clothes and hang out with his Gryffindor friends and stopped coming home when all he wanted was to see him.
The brother who turned from him, who went to find his real family(Why? Why did he leave, why did he leave me with them.) The brother who turned his back on what made him a Black.
All he could do was attempt to put the pieces back together but they just kept splintering like a broken mirror that reflected his broken home. He did what he could to keep them together, he stayed with the right type of people, he followed blood supremacy, took the sign of a lord he didn't even believe in.
And he was so proud, he thought he had finally put the mirror back together and that they could all be happy. But then the lord requested his greatest friend, the only one to stay by him. So he gave his treasure and his treasure returned half dead.
He was so worried because he knew HIS TREASURE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, and he couldn't allow that. He had to kill the lord who had fallen from what he was supposed to be. He searched and searched for the knowledge for weeks and slaved over it. And then one night, he was ready.
He knew the odds would be slim that he would survive, but that would be okay. For is would protect everything he had strived for in the entirety of his life as the spare, the forgotten, the left, and the pride. So he journeyed to the cave with his treasure and he slashed his arm to give the sacrifice. He got in the boat with his treasure trying to make him go back and forced his treasure to give him the potion.
He thought is fitting that he was given the potion that almost seemed to induce the Black Family Madness. So he saw visions of the past and told his treasure to leave and never speak of this with anyone, amongst the pain. When he was sure his treasure had left, he crawled towards the water and took a sip. The water was a relief for his burning mind and throat, but he was soon pulled to the water by the forgotten dead. The inferi. All he could think was that he was protecting his treasure(s). [For while, Sirius may have forsaken the Blacks, Regulus never forgot him.]
And then he knew no more.
They say a snake sheds their skin several times a year.
When Little Boy Black shed his skin for the last time it revealed
a boy with the heart of the lion.
After all Regulus is the brightest star of Leo
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Little Lion Black
FanfictionRegulus Artucus Black is a forogtten soul, a soul who was scroned by everyone who knew the false truth. He is actually more than they ever thought. To be honest, I'm bad at summarys.