Regulus Black au.
Every Slytherin has their Gryffindor enemy. And that applied to Regulus Black too, when he meets Eugenia Potter, a very clever Gryffindor, that despite being kind, brave and loyal, she also has a very peculiar mood.
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Regulus was currently sitting in the dinning room with his parents. Walburga had cried and blasted Sirius's face off the family tree. Orion was silent, looking at his youngest son. Regulus didn't know what to say. He didn't know why he declaimed the invitation of running away with Sirius, but it was to late now. "Regulus" his father called in a string cold voice. Regulus turned to look at his father, hiding his fear. "After what happened with you brother, The Dark Lord decided to make your initiation sooner" Orion informed. Regulus's face drained from color. "When is it?" he asked making his best no stutter. "Tomorrow night, we'll go to the Lestrange Mannor, you'll revive the dark mark there" Orion finished. Regulus just nodded, looking at his food.
That night, it was almost imposible for him to sleep. He didn't know what he was feeling. Fear? that was probably the answer. Besides, he was told that it judged a great deal to receive the mark.
When he finally feel asleep, again, the dream of the cave came again. The voice shouting his name, but this time, he recognized the voice, he just didn't know whose it was.
He woke up startled the next morning. He showered and dressed himself up. He knew it was an important day, so he puras wearing his elegant robes.
"Are you ready Regulus?" Walburga asked. The boy nodded and stepped into the fire. "You'll be fine, okay?" she said. "Lestrange Mannor" he called, and a few seconds later he appeared in the called place.
They where all sorted having a nice meal. The Dark Lord was sitting at the begging of the table. He had dark brown hair, pale skin and red scarlet eyes. "Such a nice day to reclute" he said with a nod.
Nightfall came, and Regulus was standing in the middle of the room. Voldemort was right in front of him with the artifact that would be used. Regulus sat in a chair that was brought by one of the deatheaters. There weren't less that 30 deatheaters surrounding him. "Regulus, your arm" called the Dark Lord. Regulus didn't think it two times and extended it. Voldemort heated the metal looking thing, and pressed it to his white skin. Regulus did his best not to scream or cry as his skin was burning. Voldemort removed the artifact, and then pressed his wand on the burned skin. It burned a lot, the pain wasn't going away, and Voldemort's wand make it worse.
Finally, Voldemort took his wand away from Regulus arm. He looked at it behind tears that where threatening to fall. The skull with the snake coming out of it tattooed to his forearm. "Welcome Regulus" Voldemort smiled. "Thank you my Lord... I won't fail you" said Regulus, as he had practiced it. He walked back to his parents, Orion gave him a nod of pride, and Walburga took his hand in support.
Regulus life now ruined.
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