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The stars twinkled brightly on the sky surrounding the Astronomy Tower. They were inescapable. If they weren’t sympathetically twinkling from millions of miles away, they were twinkling from the reflection of the Black Lake. Everywhere Regulus looked, it felt like the stars were watching him – waiting for him to make his move and destroy everything he had once coveted to keep.
His gaze shifted from the stars to briefly glance over the edge of the railing, his heart hammering in his chest. It would be so much easier if he ended it all now, right? If he wanted to, it would be so easy to climb over the railing and balance himself on the fine line between life and death. He could let go of the railing, let oblivion take him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought that way before… before James… before everything got so complicated.
Silvery-green eyes scanned between the drop to the ground and his left forearm. It would be so easy to just give in. To take the leap and spend his afterlife apologising to everyone, even if they were unable to hear it.
Instead, he had to destroy everything.
Would it be easier to watch James discover his lifeless body at the end of that drop or to break his heart? The idea of having to snuff out the sun made the pain in Regulus’ chest grow tenfold. He always knew that he would risk burning himself just to have a glimpse at James Potter. He’d set himself alight just to see him laugh one more time – to be the one to make him laugh one last time.
The fall – jump felt easier. It was the coward’s way out. The way to escape his own misery. Both options would hurt James. But, if he jumped, he wouldn’t be forced to watch the repercussions.
Stars could be so judgemental.
His arm still burned. But he had chosen it, hadn’t he? He had chosen to destroy everything, to say goodbye to his sun, say goodbye to his brother. It didn’t matter that he had an ulterior motive. They could never know he had an ulterior motive. Because they would stand by him, he knew they would. But he was already burning. And he couldn’t risk burning them too.
Would his namesake star keep burning if it meant protecting its sun? He’d like to think it would. Not that it had much of a choice in the matter. Stars burnt. That was their destiny. Their purpose. Perhaps Regulus’ purpose wasn’t so different, keep burning to protect his sun and keep him safe.
The stars helped him make up his mind.
He couldn’t keep burning if he snuffed himself out to try and escape the pain – the burden. This was a burden that he had taken on himself and he would see it through until his dying breath.
Stars were reliable.
“Sorry I’m late, love. The boys took longer than usual to go to sleep.” A warm voice filtered through the open space. Oh, how Regulus loved that voice.
“Anyway, there was something that you wanted to talk about?” The warm voice continued as the sun made his way into Regulus’ peripheral vision.
Taking one last glance towards the stars, silvery-green eyes met the familiar, warm hazel ones. James Potter with his golden skin and warm smile. How was Regulus supposed to do this?
“It’s fine. I’ll be quick.” Regulus replied, voice void of any emotions as he turned his full body away from the railings of the Astronomy Tower to face the full burn of his sunshine. “We can’t meet with each other anymore, James.” He continued, watching as the warm smile faltered and confusion swam amongst the hazel.
“What?”
“We can’t meet with each other anymore.” Regulus repeated, keeping his walls as tall as they were before he fell for James Potter. “This arrangement that we have,” he started as he motioned between the two of them, “has to end now.”
“I don’t understand.” James admitted, taking a small, tentative step towards Regulus with his eyebrows furrowed. “Did your parents say something when you were home over Christmas?” He continued, chewing lightly on his bottom lip. “Because you know that you can come to mine if they’re pressuring you again, right? I know they want you to take the mark and join him, but you don’t have to. You can choose a different path.” James pressed, still taking slow steps closer as if he were worried that one wrong move would cause Regulus to spook.
“It’s too late for that.” Regulus replied simply, looking away to his side as his fingers moved silently to unbutton his shirt sleeve. He heard as James’ breath shook until he seemed to be holding it all together. Still looking away, Regulus yanked up his left shirt sleeve and revealed the mark cursed onto his skin with the help of the moonlight.
His jaw clenched as he heard James’ shaky breaths resume, his stare burning against the inked skin. Letting out a slow, measured breath to keep his emotions in check, Regulus looked back towards James with his blank face and tried his best to ignore the way his heart strained and ached at the pure hurt he found in those hazel eyes.
James’ gaze flicked quickly between the Dark Mark and Regulus’ own eyes, the silence between them only lasting a matter of seconds before James ran his fingers through his unruly curls and started pacing. “This is fine…” He muttered, mind clearly racing as he continued his quick glances at the mark. “This is fine, we can sort this out. We can fix this.”
Another deep ache settled itself into Regulus’ heart as he watched James. He should have known that James Potter would still try to see the good in him even with that mark burned into his skin. He should have known that James Potter would still be trying to save him.
“Okay, we’ll go to Sirius right now and he’ll help. We can go to your dorm and grab all your important stuff. We’ll take it to my house and from now on you can just stay with me and my parents instead of going back to your parents. You can escape them, and we can fix all of this. Sirius will help.” James rambled, still pacing in front of Regulus as he ran his plan through his head, obviously checking for any obvious flaws.
How easy it would be to just agree, to allow James to whisk him away to safety. Even if that safety was only temporary. But he couldn’t protect James and Sirius if he was on the same side as them.
“No James.” Regulus spoke, heart clenching as he watched as James halted his pacing almost immediately and turning on his heel to look at Regulus once more. “This wasn’t a mistake or something that I was forced in to. I chose this.” He continued, keeping the blank expression on his face.
“What…?” James whispered in confusion, staring at Regulus as his mouth opened and closed a few times. “You… chose this?” He questioned, face crumpling as he motioned emptily towards the mark stark on Regulus’ pale skin. “You chose that, did you?” He exploded, confusion making way for anger as James gripped onto Regulus’ wrist, still being gentle enough not to hurt as he shoved his finger against the mark. “You chose to side with a raving blood supremacist, did you?”
“I made my choice, James.” Regulus replied curtly, moving his wrist out of James’ grip and moving to roll his sleeve back down and button it closed.
“What about us?” James asked in a desperate whisper, hand still held out as though he still had a grip on Regulus’ wrist.
Regulus had to physically force himself to attempt to swallow, ignoring the growing lump in his throat as he stared at James. He knew what he had to do. He didn’t want to, but he knew that he had to. He forced himself to let out a breathy scoff and steeled himself against the storm he knew would come. “You did not seriously think that this,” Regulus started, motioning between the two of them once more, “would last, did you? There is no ‘us’.”
He saw the precise moment that James’ heart shattered. Felt the moment his own heart cracked in response.
He watched as James’ face crumpled for the second time that night and a sob ripped itself from the other’s throat. “What are we then?” He managed to whisper out, still giving Regulus another chance to fix everything.
It would be so easy to scoop James up in his arms and tell him everything that he was planning, apologising over and over for even thinking that breaking James’ heart was a smart decision. It would be so easy to let James back in.
Regulus Black never took the easy route.
“We were a pleasant distraction from the inevitable.” Came Regulus’ response along with a light shrug of his shoulders. “The inevitable has arrived, so this distraction is over.”
For a split second, Regulus genuinely thought that James might have swung for him. He would have earned it. He would have taken it, would have probably goaded him to do it again. But James was too good – too caring. His fists may have clenched but he still stopped himself from using them.
“But I thought that –”, “What? You thought what, James?” Regulus interrupted, looking away with an exasperated huff as though he didn’t understand why James was so distraught. “I thought I had made it very clear to you that I’m not in need of a saviour. There was only ever one Black brother who needed saving and you did so heroically. I am the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Did you really think that I would give all that up for you?”
He was being callous. He knew he was. James knew he was.
He would have given it all up in an instant. He knew that he was never really accepted as heir. The only reason he was allowed to be heir was because Sirius left. The only reason he was permitted to become Regulus was because Sirius left. His parents needed a male heir. His parents had made it blatantly obvious that he would never be a true heir all because he was born in the wrong body.
“I know that you don’t believe in all that blood supremacy bullshit, Reg!” James stressed, not bothering to try and hide the desperation in his eyes. He still thought Regulus was worth saving. “You don’t share the same ideology as the other Death Eaters. So, please forgive me for thinking that you might not want to align yourself with that side.” He spat, tears rolling down his cheeks as he reached his hand out, gripping around thin air as though he was debating about grabbing Regulus once more.
“Well, obviously you were wrong! And Sirius has been right about me this whole time. I am just like my parents. I am their perfect little doll. I am the monster that they wanted me to be.” Regulus retorted, taking a few deliberate steps away from James and closer to the door of the Astronomy Tower.
He had to leave. He had to leave before his composure could crack.
Taking one last glance at the man he loved. Regulus cleared his throat and took another intentional step towards the door. “Goodbye, James.” He spoke with the same emotionless expression he had managed to cling onto from the moment James stepped foot onto the astronomy tower that night.
“Wait! Reg, please wait!” James called out just as Regulus was a couple of steps away from the door, his soft grip on Regulus’ wrist returning as he forced the male to stay. “Please – just wait!” He pleaded and Regulus could practically feel the desperation in those hazel eyes.
Letting out another steady breath, Regulus’ gaze shifted to look back at James once more, his heart dropping as he saw the look in James’ eyes. He silently begged James to stop – to not say what he looked like he was going to say. He silently pleaded for James to just let him go and not force Regulus to lie to him any more than he had already.
“I love you, Regulus. Please – just – can’t we just try to figure something out?” James pleaded, the desperation swirling in his eyes alongside the hurt and anger.
Who knew three little words could hurt so much?
Guilt gnawed on Regulus’ heart as he grasped at the edges of his composure, willing it to stay in place for just a little bit longer. He just had to push all his emotions away for a few moments longer before he could make his retreat to the dungeons.
Taking his hand to help gently pull his wrist out of James’ grip, Regulus took another step back and forced himself to try and swallow the lump prominently lodged in his throat. It took all of his strength to finally allow their eyes to meet once again, his own gaze as steely and cold as he could muster. “I don’t love you, James.” He replied, another deep ache settling itself into his chest as he watched James crumple for a third time, collapsing onto his knees.
Forcing himself to look away, Regulus’ jaw clenched as he heard as sobs ripped through James’ throat and he turned towards the door once more.
“Goodbye, James.”
This time he was determined to make it through the door and down the stairs. But he underestimated how determined James was too.
He was still crumpled over on the ground, sobbing but he had his arm outstretched towards Regulus. “Regulus please wait – please!” He pleaded, swallowing harshly as he took a deep gasp of air. “Don’t leave!”
But Regulus had already made it to the door even with his shaky legs. His composure was moments away from cracking and he wanted to be as far away from the astronomy tower as possible.
“I can still fix this!” James burst in a guttural scream accompanied by a burst of accidental magic exploding through the room, the sheer force making Regulus stumble slightly and grip onto the brick doorway.
Letting out a shaky breath that he silently begged that James wouldn’t notice, Regulus looked back at his radiant sun once more whilst leaned heavily against the doorway. “You can’t fix something that was always broken, James.” He stated, heart clenching at the sobs that followed from James.
Using the last bit of his willpower, Regulus forced his legs to start moving once more as he successfully exited the astronomy tower. His steps only sped up as he travelled down the steps, echoes of James’ sobs and pleading words following him until he reached the bottom. It was then he broke into a sprint towards the dungeons, trying to force away the burning of his eyes.
He managed to keep himself together until he made it to his dorm, where Evan and Barty were sat together on his bed, patiently waiting for him. The second he burst into the room, they both jumped up onto their feet and started making their way across to him until Regulus rushed himself into the shared bathroom and proceeded to throw up the small amount he had managed to eat at dinner as sobs finally came.
Evan and Barty exchanged a look between each other before making their way into the bathroom. They worked silently as Barty knelt beside Regulus, soothingly rubbing his back as Evan appeared at the other side with a box of tissues. Neither of them spoke as Regulus went from heaving, to sobbing to back to heaving again.
The duo comforted Regulus in silence as his heaving started to calm down but his sobbing only got louder, his hands reaching up to try and claw at his chest. “It’s hurts.” He wept, voice hoarse as he finally pulled himself away from the toilet and, instead, collapsed against Barty who was quick to catch him.
“Please make it stop.” Regulus begged, his hands gripping onto Barty’s arm instead of clawing at his chest.
“I can’t.” Barty replied honestly, hand gently cupping the back of Regulus’ head as his sobs only grew more desperate. “I wish I could take it all away, Reggie. But I can’t.” He whispered and glanced towards Evan, who had his hand soothingly rubbing Regulus’ knee.
“You’ll get through this, Reg. We’ll help. You’re so much stronger than you think.” Evan murmured softly, a light but reassuring smile on his face as he noticed Regulus glance at him through his sobs.
“Ev’s right, Reg. We’re in this together.” Barty added as he began running his fingers through Regulus’ curls in a way he knew made the younger sleepy. “You’re not doing this alone.” He whispered.
Evan and Barty continued with their soft touches and their words of reassurance until Regulus’ sobs calmed down as sleep overtook him. From there, they worked in harmony as Evan charmed Regulus’ mouth clean and cleaned up the bathroom as Barty took the sleeping Regulus and changed him into comfier clothes.
Once their dorm was back to some level of normalcy, Barty transfigured his bed to be big enough for the three of them and the duo climbed into bed with Regulus between them.
“It’s really happening, isn’t it B? The war…” Evan whispered softly as he checked Regulus was in a comfortable position for the fifth time. The dark-haired male nodded slowly in response, reaching out to gently grab Evan’s hand. “It’s happening, Ev. And the three of us are in this together.” He confirmed with a soft sigh, using his wand to turn off the lights as they settled in to try and get some sleep.
Even if sleep would never come easy for them from now on.
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The next morning came far too quickly for Regulus’ liking. He had ceremoniously avoided breakfast, opting to take Barty up on his offer of bringing him some toast. Instead, he had stayed cocooned in the transfigured bed for as long as humanly possible.
A deep ache had settled itself in his chest overnight and it showed no signs of fading. One of the consequences he’d have to handle.
A part of him worried if James had made it back to his own dorm the previous night, not that he had any right to knowing. He didn’t have the right to care about James’ wellbeing anymore. He’d given up that right.
Luckily, Barty, who had decided to take pity of Regulus at least for the day, had casually mentioned James being at breakfast and Sirius glaring daggers across the Great Hall at Evan and Barty. So, at least he knew that James had a support system around him. And that he’d have to avoid Sirius for the foreseeable future, which wasn’t exactly a surprising development.
With the help of Evan and Barty, Regulus managed to regain enough of his composure to make it through lessons without any breaks in his usual nonchalant, emotionless behaviour. Even though the ache in his chest persisted, he continuously pushed it away with the reminder that caused he pain himself. He had no right to mope and grieve a love that he himself obliterated.
It was surprising enough that he managed to avoid any of Sirius’ wrath for three whole days, though Regulus suspected that being sandwiched between Evan and Barty had helped to shield him for the most part. But they couldn’t always protect him from the consequences of his actions.
It had been a normal trip to the library to grab a book he needed for his transfiguration essay. Evan had offered to accompany him, but he had denied. He knew that Evan was comfortable enough in his spot laid with his head in Barty’s lap and, in truth, Regulus wanted some time alone to sort through his thoughts and keep pushing forwards with his end goal, ending the war.
If he hadn’t had been lost in his own thoughts on the way back to the dungeons, he probably would have heard the footsteps rapidly approaching him. He wouldn’t have flinched as his wrist was grabbed tightly, and his body was turned around a split second before someone’s fist made contact with his face.
Thankfully the corridor was empty. Small mercies.
But the empty corridor only seemed to make Sirius’ angry puffs of air louder and more electrified. It only made his anger even more palpable, and Regulus felt sick all over again.
Sirius had punched him. An action he wholeheartedly agreed with, even though he would never admit it out loud. But it still hurt and not just physically. The older brother who had once cleaned up Regulus’ scraped knees and promised to keep him safe had punched him.
Regulus wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to tell Sirius everything just to try and rid his silver eyes of disappointment. He never could handle Sirius’ disappointment. Not really.
“I told you to leave James out of your games. I warned you to stay away from him, to not even look or even breathe in his general direction.” Sirius spat, fists still clenched at his sides as he seemed to pin Regulus down with the steely look in his eyes. “He’s not some toy that you get to play with whenever you see fit.”
Regulus could only stare back at his brother with a blank gaze, keeping himself hidden behind his well-crafted walls. “I don’t see how this is any of your business, Sirius. Last time I checked, James is his own person who can make his own choices. It’s not my fault that he chose wrong.” He stated, not caught off guard when the next punch came and flung his head to one side. The familiar tang of metal flooded his tastebuds as Sirius grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall.
“He chose to see the good in you!” Sirius growled, jaw clenched tight enough that Regulus briefly wondered if he’d crack his teeth. “I tried to warn him about your true colours, but he still chose to see the good. Trust you to let your true colours show in the end. He thought that you cared for him – that you loved him.” He grinded out through his teeth, his grip on Regulus’ collar seemingly tightening even further.
“But you’ve never loved anything, have you Regulus? Not even James could successfully make a perfect little doll have emotions.” Sirius continued, staring Regulus down as he spoke. “You’ve become the monster they always wanted you to be.” He snapped, watching in cruel satisfaction as Regulus flinched slightly at his words.
But Regulus wasn’t one to back down without hitting out himself. His eyes grew colder as he kicked out, his foot hitting Sirius’ knee and he managed to successfully pry Sirius’ hands away from his collar and stepped to the side to grow some distance between them.
Letting out a shaky breath, Regulus’ eyes narrowed as his hands moved to straighten his tie and swallowed harshly. “I loved you once, Sirius.” He replied, voice emotionless as he stared blankly at his brother. “But then you left. You chose to leave. You can’t blame me for trying to fill the role you were supposed to play. Am I really the one with no emotions? Am I really the monster between us? At least I can look myself in the mirror and know exactly who I am. Can you? Especially after what you did to Remus.”
It was a low blow and Regulus knew it was, but it had the desired effect when it was Sirius’ turn to flinch. Regulus crossed his arms across his chest, trying to ignore the metallic taste that was still flooding his mouth along with the pounding in his chest. “Who’s the real monster here, Sirius?” He questioned, condescendingly tilting his head to one side. He watched as Sirius’ legs wobbled, and the familiar nausea returned.
He knew how the guilt had eaten at Sirius after he had pulled the infamous Prank. He had been there to watch as Sirius’ guilt changed him. Even after Remus had eventually found some way to forgive Sirius, Regulus had a feeling that Sirius still carried a lot of guilt.
It was a low blow, but it hurt Sirius, that much was clear. And if there was one thing the two brothers were experts in, it was hurting each other.
Regulus took one last look at Sirius before he turned away and continued walking back to the dungeons. His frame held his arrogant stupor as he walked but the nausea in the pit of his stomach only grew. His steps picked up in pace as he rushed back to the dungeons and just as he had after escaping the astronomy tower, he slammed into his dorm and made a beeline to the bathroom. He took a moment to spit blood out of his mouth before he started dry heaving, collapsing against the floor as his body started shaking.
And just as they had a few nights earlier, Evan and Barty made their way into the bathroom to hold Regulus together as his composure completely cracked for the second time that week.
It was official, he had lost his big brother.
However, he didn’t just lose his older brother that day. He lost friends too, namely Dorcas who Sirius had told about Regulus’ choice to take the mark. It was a cruel gesture from Sirius. Cruel and yet precisely what Regulus would have done if the roles were reversed. They really weren’t that different after all.
Pandora tried to understand him but even she kept her distance once she found out. He understood her. He understood her confusion, Dorcas’ anger. He understood it all but that didn’t help stop the growing ache in his chest.
Regulus just had to keep pushing forwards, no matter what he might lose along the way. He had his plan, and he was determined to stick with it, until his dying breath.
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“So, we’ve been thinking,” Evan started as he took a seat on Regulus’ bed, gently tugging Barty along with him so the trio were all cramped onto Regulus’ single bed. Regulus, who had been reading silently, put his book to one side and silently shifted along in the bed to give the couple more space. “Obviously my father expects me to take the mark over the Summer,” Evan continued, guiding Barty to sit between his legs as they settled in.
“He still wants Panda to move to France, right?” Regulus questioned softly, lightly rolling his eyes as Barty grabbed his arm to pull him closer until he was sat beside Evan with his head rested on the blonde’s shoulder.
“Yeah, but you know she won’t go without Sybill. I told father as much in my letter home the other day. If he’s as desperate to keep his daughter safe as he pretends to be, he’ll pay a visit to Sybill’s father with an offer to keep his daughter safe.” Evan replied with a soft sigh, wrapping one arm around Barty’s waist as the male leaned back against his chest.
“If he doesn’t bother, let me know and I’ll make arrangements for the two of them. Hell – I’ll make arrangements for Panda, Sybill and Sybill’s parents if it would convince them to go. There’s a good couple of Black properties in France for them to choose from. We can’t risk either side trying to use them.” Regulus mumbled with a soft sigh, placing his book on his bedside table.
“Thank you, Reggie.” Evan whispered sincerely, a soft smile flashing across his lips as he noticed Regulus’ nonchalant shrug in return. “But yes, we’ll get Panda to safety with Sybill. But what we’ve been thinking about is B’s position in the war.” He explained, gently nudging his boyfriend to explain further.
However, the moment Barty opened his mouth to start what Regulus was certain would have been a very convincing argument, Regulus held his hand up with a soft, defeated sigh. Looking between his two friends, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You want me to recommend you become a Death Eater.” He stated, smirking lightly as Barty let out a dramatic huff at being interrupted but ultimately nodding in agreement.
Regulus sat up from his spot leaned against Evan and took a couple of seconds to really look at his two best friends, chewing softly on his bottom lip. “You know what taking the mark means, don’t you?” He questioned softly, his voice much quieter than it usually was as he subconsciously began fiddling with the silver rings littered across his fingers.
“We know.” Barty confirmed with a reassuring smile, reaching his hand out to stop Regulus’ fiddling. “We know that we’ll have to perform unforgivables and murder innocent people and follow a crazy snake-faced bastard who would crucio us for just breathing incorrectly in his presence.”
“But more importantly, we know that with us marked too, you don’t have to carry the load all by yourself.” Evan added with a serious tone, reaching out to gently nudge Regulus’ side. “And we will help you fulfil your plan to stop Voldemort and Dumbledore, essentially giving wizarding Britain the opportunity to change the political dynamics without being manipulated by two different figureheads.”
“Sorry to tell you this, Reg but you’re stuck with us.” Barty warned with a grin flashing on his face. “We’re like a rash that no ointment can clear.” Evan added with a soft chuckle. “Oh! I’ve got a better one. We’re like your cute little freckles that have been with you long before this war and will continue to be with you long after this war.” Barty declared with a wider grin.
“I like that one, Cherie.” Evan admitted with a warm smile, the duo watching as a soft smile slowly grew across Regulus’ lips.
“We’re with you, Regulus. No matter what. There’s no getting rid of us.” Barty vowed and Evan was quick to nod in agreement, holding his hand out steadily in the middle of the three of them. “We did swear in first year that we would cause absolute mayhem together.” The blonde stated with a quiet laugh.
“That we did, darling.” Barty nodded, reaching his hand out to firmly place it directly on top of Evan’s hand.
Regulus let out a soft sigh and glanced across at his two friends, who were watching him expectantly. His gaze softened and, horrifically, he felt tears sting his eyes as he gently added his hand to the top of Barty’s. “My plan is absolute mayhem, so I suppose it would be unfair for me to not drag you both along for the ride.” He admitted with a small smile as the couple grinned and Barty tugged Regulus closer to him, quickly crushing him in a hug. A hug that Evan was quick to join.
“Reg, you’re so cute when you get all soft with us.” Barty teased as he dramatically squeezed Regulus.
“Fuck off, Barty.” Regulus complained, ignoring the smile that grew on his face as he heard his two best friends laugh in response.
The ache in his chest was still deep and profound but with it sat a soft warmth that felt a little too much like hope and Regulus thought that, perhaps, he could handle the pain if he had Evan and Barty by his side.
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The easter break brought along a welcome reprieve from Hogwarts. Which was a thought that Regulus was convinced he would never have, yet here he was.
The worst consequence of breaking the heart of the man he loved and making an enemy of this brother at the same time was the fact that he still had to see both of them. Not a single day had gone by since he had broken James’ heart in early January that he didn’t see both James and Sirius. Whether it be at every mealtime, at Quidditch matches, in the corridors, even at visits to Hogsmeade. It felt as though they were everywhere he went, haunting his every move as a reminder of what he had destroyed.
When the usual letter from his parents came the week before Easter, Regulus had never been as relieved to see the firm demand that he came home. And, as Sirius would say, Regulus was never one to disobey demands.
However, there was something going on with Walburga and Orion. Neither had spoken more than a couple of words since Regulus stepped off the train. It wasn’t as though his parents were people of many words in the first place, making it even more obvious to him when there was something happening behind the scenes that they didn’t want anyone to know about. He had lived with them for sixteen years, he knew when there was something.
Regulus had silently convinced himself that perhaps he would never know what was happening. That was until Orion stood up after dinner to go to his office for a firewhisky like he usually did. Except this time, he told Regulus to follow him.
Taking a quick look towards Walburga, who simply nodded towards him, Regulus neatly folded his napkin and rested it onto the table before diligently following Orion towards his office. He had to physically stop himself from fiddling nervously as he made sure that his walls were securely in place. Orion always enjoyed pressing into his mind when they spoke privately and Regulus had far too many secrets to allow the man entry.
“Take a seat.” Orion demanded as they entered his office, motioning towards one of the two chairs sat by his desk. Once Regulus had silently taken his seat, he heard the door click shut, locked wordlessly but the older man as he made his way across to his new bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky. He silently poured two glasses, one serving much larger than the other before levitating the smaller serving across to Regulus as Orion took a seat at his desk.
“If you’re going to pretend to be a man of this house, you may as well start drinking like one.” Orion grumbled, taking a large mouthful of his drink with his eyes boring into Regulus until he took a drink from his crystal glass.
Momentarily satisfied, Orion nodded and leaned back in his chair with a long sigh. “Now, as heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, you are going to have a busy day tomorrow. You shall accompany your mother to her monthly meeting with the other women of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. You will stay by her side, do everything that she tells you to do, and you shall remain silent unless you are asked a question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Regulus replied, voice stoic as he watched his father closely and took another sip of his drink. He’d have to remember to thank Barty the next time he saw him. He’s certain that the only reason he is as unresponsive to the burn of the firewhisky is because of how much Barty has convinced him to drink in the past. Those were some good nights in their dorm.
“The Dark Lord has also requested a meeting with you tomorrow afternoon. It is likely that he will be informing you of what your role will be when the Summer comes. He will likely be informing you that you shall be completing your NEWTs separate to Hogwarts. Only then can you serve him properly.” Orion continued, summoning the bottle of firewhisky across and pouring himself another glassful. “Obviously, the Dark Lord is aware of your… predicament. And I need not remind you of what will happen should you embarrass this family.” He added, the venom on his tongue cutting with each word he spoke.
What his father fails to mention is that to him, Regulus has already embarrassed the family by daring to become a man. Orion had been looking forward to marrying Regulus off at the age of eighteen to the highest bidder, a plan that was ruined when Sirius left and they were more in need of an heir than a piece of meat to be sold.
In Regulus’ opinion, Orion’s thinking was archaic. As were many of the beliefs held within traditional families of the Sacred Twenty-eight. These were the same people who believed that men ruled, when in reality, it was the women around them that kept the peace. If it hadn’t had been for Walburga’s decisive politics within the Sacred Twenty-eight, Orion would have offended and/or started feuds with the majority of the families. It was Walburga who prevented that. It was her who had the real power. He was just the man she married and chose to protect.
“If you prove yourself to the Dark Lord, then we shall continue with you becoming Lord Black when you turn seventeen. But only if you prove yourself. What you must learn now, Regulus, is that a Lord would do anything in his power to protect his family name. There is nothing more sacred than blood. This is something you must acknowledge before you can be made Lord Black.” Orion continued, pouring himself yet another glass of firewhisky.
“And above all, it is important that the blood of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black should remain pure.” Regulus replied, the sentence rolling off his tongue with ease from how many times his mother had drilled it into his head growing up. There was nothing more important than the purity of blood to the Blacks.
“Precisely, child. Toujours pur.” Orion replied, holding up his glass towards Regulus.
“Toujours pur.” Regulus replied simply, holding his own glass up to Orion before following the older man’s actions and finishing off the drink in a couple of gulps.
Carefully putting his glass onto the desk, Regulus leaned back slightly in the chair and eyed his father curiously. “Father, may I ask you something?” He requested softly, knowing that the man never liked to be questioned outright.
Contemplating Regulus’ words for a few seconds, Orion simply nodded with a short huff as he poured himself a fourth glass and Regulus a second.
“If I were to die for any reason, what would you do?” The younger questioned as he plucked his glass off the desk and took another sip, observing how Orion’s eyebrows crashed together for a few seconds as he pondered Regulus’ question.
“Well, you would of course be laid to rest in the Black Family Mausoleum. But I assume you are questioning about the heirship in particular?” Orion verified, only continuing when Regulus nodded in confirmation. “As I am sure you understand, child, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black must have an heir. Now, your mother is in no fit state to bare another child, so we would need to regain control of your older brother.” The man explained, taking a slow sip of his firewhisky as he prodded carefully at Regulus’ mind, eyebrow raising slightly as he was kept out.
“I always believed your brother to be controllable. He is the true heir. The only reason you were named heir was because your mother insisted that you were more devoted to the family name. That you were less rebellious. You are less rebellious aren’t you, child?” Orion inquired, prodding at Regulus’ mind once again.
“Of course, sir.” Regulus replied as he wordlessly fed Orion a memory of one of the many arguments he and Sirius had in the past, this one being where Sirius insulted the ‘family name’. He observed closely as a satisfied glint sparkled in Orion’s eyes, the man assuming he has broken through Regulus’ occlumency shield. And Regulus did an excellent job at acting as though he was non the wiser.
Orion believed that Regulus was still a child, still oblivious, still weak. Regulus enjoyed playing on that and feeding Orion’s ego. It would only make the man fall further once he realised just how smart Regulus could be when he applied himself.
“Good. Now, get going to bed. As I mentioned, you have a busy day tomorrow and you need to be rested.” Orion stated, words slurring slightly as he finished his drink and went for another.
Regulus simply nodded and finished his own drink before charming it clean and levitated it back to its spot with the other glasses. “Goodnight, father.” He spoke politely, nodding his head in show of ‘respect’ before making his way to the large oak door. He heard it click, Orion clearly having unlocked it, before he opened the door and stepped out of his father’s office.
“Child?” Orion called out, still focused on pouring his drink when Regulus turned back to look at him. “Don’t you dare embarrass this family.” The man warned, his finger pointing out towards Regulus in a stern warning. “It’s already bad enough that you’re a girl pretending to be a boy and everyone knows it.” He mumbled as he lowered his finger and grasped his drink.
The younger’s face remained emotionless as he nodded towards his father, ignoring the stabbing pain in his chest. “I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.” He replied coldly, firmly shutting the door behind him as he left, steps making a beeline towards the staircase so he could disappear to his bedroom.
It shouldn’t hurt that his father would never accept him. It didn’t surprise him so why would it hurt? And yet it still did every time the man made a gripe about Regulus’ transition.
“Regulus?”
“Maman.”
The woman pushed herself into Regulus’ personal bubble, fingers tracing over his chin as she seemed to search for any sign that he was hurt. “Comment vas-tu? Tu es resté longtemps dans le bureau de ton père.”
“Je vais bien, maman.” Regulus replied as he gently pushed Walburga’s hands away, smiling lightly towards the woman as he softly cleared his throat. “Father was just informing me on how to be a good Lord Black.” He added, observing as Walburga nodded slowly and lowered her hands to her sides.
“By always protecting the family name.” She stated with a curt nod, taking a step back out of Regulus’ personal bubble and carefully adjusted her blouse.
“And keeping the bloodline pure.” Regulus added as Walburga stepped aside and allowed Regulus to continue walking up the stairs, easily falling into step beside him and rested her hand on his shoulder.
“I trust that your father informed you of the guest you have visiting tomorrow?” She questioned softly as they silently stopped in front of Regulus’ bedroom.
“He did. I’ll have Kreacher prepare tea on his arrival.” The younger confirmed, gently adjusting his sleeves as his focus remained on his mother.
“Just –” Walburga started, cutting herself off with a sharp inhale of breath and softly squeezed Regulus’ shoulder. “Do everything, he demands of you. And I mean everything. You cannot show hesitation, or you will be punished for it.” She warned in a low voice, taking a glance over her shoulder for a moment before stepping back fully away from Regulus, giving his shoulder one last squeeze. “Goodnight, my darling boy.” She spoke, resting her hands together over her stomach.
“Goodnight, maman.” Regulus replied with a firm nod, turning towards his room and disappearing inside. He listened from his door as Walburga let out a couple of shaky breaths before her steps retreated down the stairs. It was only then that Regulus set up his usual wards around his door to ensure he couldn’t be disturbed, and he finally let his walls down as he collapsed onto his bed.
He had a meeting… with Voldemort. Which was curious. The man never held private meetings unless there was something that he wanted or if he wanted someone to prove themselves. Regulus only hoped it would be a simple meeting that he would get through without any internal breakdowns. That would be a welcome change.
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“Young Mr Black.” A raspy, breathy voice broke through the silence of the parlour.
Regulus was quick to stand and down deeply towards the wizard in front of him, the nerves in his stomach making themselves known once again as he took a breath to steady himself and his voice. “My Lord. It is an honour to welcome you here.” He replied, voice steady as he carefully raised his head.
He waited silently, observing as the Dark Lord – Voldemort himself took a seat in the large armchair that Orion usually occupied in the parlour.
The parlour itself was a rather dingy room in the sense that it was dark, much like the rest of Grimmauld Place. The walls were a deep green and the dark hardwood floor failed to add any extra brightness into the room. The family tapestry draped from one of the walls, pinned into place with large bookshelves on either side of it.
Then there was the furniture. A long sage coloured Victorian sofa sat opposite the fireplace along with two matching armchairs on either side, one much larger than the other and, usually, occupied by Orion. In the middle of the chairs sat a deep oakwood table which had a simple emerald vase filled with black tulips, which Walburga insisted symbolised elegance, power and sophistication.
Desperate for some sort of warmth in the room, and to prevent any unwanted visitors during the Dark Lord’s visit, Regulus wordlessly and wandlessly started a fire within the small confines of the rich black fireplace. Voldemort observed Regulus silently, though there was something akin to approval in his deep red eyes.
“Kreacher.” Regulus called out coldly, watching as the house-elf appeared at his side within a matter of seconds, readily waiting for Regulus’ order. “Bring us a tray of tea.” He demanded, silently hoping that his old friend could spot the kindness in his eyes even if he was peaking harshly. That was just how purebloods and especially Voldemort would expect him to talk to a house-elf.
Kreacher simply nodded and with a “right away, Master Regulus” he disappeared with a pop, reappearing after a few seconds with a tray with a teapot, teacups, milk and sugar on. He placed the tray onto the oakwood table and bowed deeply to the two wizards before disappearing once again.
Regulus cleared his throat softly before he turned his attention back to Voldemort, meeting his gaze with his own cold eyes. “Would you like some tea, my lord?” He offered, watching as the man flashed an inhumane smile across his face. “I would. I will take it the way you have yours.” He stated as he rested his hands on his lap, calculation in his eyes.
This was a test. Regulus remembered hearing rumours about other death eaters facing similar tests. From what he had heard, Mulciber had become a shaking mess under Voldemort’s gaze and almost spilt the drink over himself and then the Dark Lord. He had been punished for that misstep.
Regulus simply nodded in recognition and began his process of making his tea. It took all his mental fortitude to prevent his hands from shaking as he poured the tea into two of the teacups. His hands were steady as he grabbed the milk, adding the same amount of milk to each cup before stirring them and silently offering one of the teacups to the wizard beside him.
“You don’t add sugar.” Voldemort stated as he took the teacup with a cruel smile of satisfaction stretching across his lips.
Regulus shook his head slowly as he held his own cup, waiting for Voldemort to motions for him to sit before he took a seat on the sofa. “No, my lord. I find that sugar can ruin the depth of flavour.” He replied, taking a sip of his tea once Voldemort motioned for him to.
The man simply hummed in response, waiting for Regulus to take another sip before he took a drink of his own. “I am sure you can imagine what some of my other followers say about you.” He started, voice still raspy as his eyes turned somewhat predatory as he observed Regulus.
Regulus nodded and let out a soft hum. “I imagine that many do not deem me fit to become Lord Black.” He replied as he sat back in the sofa, his posture remaining perfect as he pulled one leg over the other and rested his teacup on his thigh. “Many will claim that I am not a ‘real’ man and should not be treated like one.” He added honestly.
“And what would you say about that?” Voldemort questioned, head tilting slightly as he continued to observe Regulus closely, pressing against Regulus’ occlumency shields only slightly but not pressing further.
“I would say that man of those quote ‘real’ men are blinded by their own superiority complexes and they cannot see that they don’t hold any real power. It is their wives, their mothers, their sisters that all hold the real power. If they were fully left to their own devices, many would set their own houses on fire to destroy everyone else but would inadvertently burn themselves alive in the process. It is the women around them that keep the tentative peace between houses.” Regulus stated, watching as those red eyes glinted in satisfaction and approval. “I would say that they may not class me as a real man but at least I am not blind to reality. It is the women around them that all pull the strings and it is those women who are truly loyal to you.”
A sly smile flashed across Voldemort’s face for a couple of seconds as he nodded in agreement. “My most devoted follower is a woman. As you know, your cousin Bellatrix is one of my fiercest death eaters and I would covet her opinion over the opinion of other’s because she, much like you, can see the reality.” He admitted, eyes not leaving Regulus’ as he spoke.
“I appreciate those who can see reality. And I am very glad to see that you realise the truth, Regulus. Your father, as useful as he is, is in denial about how this world works. I personally look forward to seeing you become Lord Black.” The man continued as he took another sip of his tea.
“You honour me with your words, my lord.” Regulus replied, bowing his head respectfully.
“Which is why I came to speak to you today about two matters.” Voldemort pushed on, finally getting to the point of his visit which made Regulus’ nerves spike once more.
“Anything I can do for you, my lord.” Regulus reassured, taking a sip of his tea as he waited patiently (yet very impatiently) for the man to speak.
“You are at Hogwarts and, ergo, you know many of the students there. You are also aware of the students that have taken my mark or will be taking my mark shortly. But I wish to know if there is anyone else who you know of that may be convinced to join our cause.” Voldemort explained, once again prodding slightly at Regulus’ occlumency shield but never trying to force his way through.
Regulus fought to hide the smirk that wanted to break through as he feigned thought for a few seconds, deciding to share a brief memory with Voldemort that was just a flash of Barty’s face. “I believe there may be one, my lord.” He conceded with a soft hum.
“Bartemius Crouch Junior?” The Dark Lord questioned curiously.
Regulus feigned shock for a moment before he nodded in agreement. “Indeed, my lord. Barty would be an asset to have at your side. Although Bartemius Crouch Senior may be a sycophant of Albus Dumbledore, I can assure you that Barty has no such love for the man. In fact, I would go as far as to say that he hates Dumbledore, and he absolutely despises his father. Not many people know this, but Barty was supposed to be a Ravenclaw. The sorting hat said that he would fit in perfectly and he would thrive there, but Barty had other ideas. He, in no uncertain terms, coerced the sorting hat to sort him into Slytherin instead, knowing that it would disappoint his father.” He explained, leaning forwards slightly in his chair as he took another sip of tea.
“Barty may despise his father, but he also knows how the department his father works in at the ministry functions. Bartemius Crouch Senior assumed his son was stupid and continued discussing sensitive ministry information at home where Barty could hear. He has knowledge of the Ministry that the Ministry would not want him knowing if they were made aware of it. He wishes to become a Death Eater, my lord. He wishes to serve you and share with you everything he knows about the Ministry in the hopes that it will help our cause.” He spoke, only having to take one look in Voldemort’s eyes to know that he’d convinced the man.
“Bring Bartemius Crouch Junior to the next meeting you can attend in person. I wish to talk with him myself.” He ordered, finishing off his tea and placing his teacup back onto the tray.
“Of course, my lord.” Regulus replied, bowing his head once more and took a sip of his tea. “What else can I aid you with, my lord?” He questioned as he finished his own tea and placed his cup down onto the tray.
“I have a need to borrow your house-elf.” Voldemort replied, his tone making it clear that Regulus didn’t have any real choice in the matter.
“Of course, my lord. You tell me when you need him, and he will be there.” Regulus vowed, the nerves in the pit of his stomach making a reappearance when he thought about why Voldemort might need Kreacher.
Not for anything good.
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It had been eight hours since Kreacher had left Grimmauld Place to serve Voldemort with the order to “do exactly what Voldemort tells you to do and then come straight home once you have finished”. Regulus had been pacing in the kitchen since hour six. It was getting late, and Regulus was worried. Luckily, Walburga and Orion had gone to bed early so there was only Regulus left with his thoughts, pacing around the kitchen like a madman.
His mind had been racing with many different possibilities. He had seen how Voldemort had treated house-elves in the past and it wasn’t exactly kindly. Regulus worried that Kreacher could be hurt. What if he simply never came back? The thought made Regulus’ heart drop. Had he killed his old friend?
It wasn’t until Regulus heard the familiar popping of apparition that he realised that Kreacher was home. Surging his way down the hallway towards the parlour, Regulus chewed on his bottom lip anxiously and felt his heart drop once more as Kreacher came into view, laid out on the parlour floor gasping for breath.
Regulus rushed to his side and wrapped his arm around the house-elf to help him sit up. “Kreacher? What happened? Are you okay? Don’t answer that – that was a stupid question.” He rambled, observing Kreacher closely and once he realised the house-elf needed water, he summoned a glass from the kitchen and kept filling it as many times as Kreacher needed.
The poor elf was parched and look as though a strong wind would make him keel over. Regulus was worried. Whatever Voldemort had Kreacher doing had obviously nearly killed him and that caused a surge of anger to rush through Regulus’ chest.
It wasn’t until Kreacher had finally caught his breath and started to explain everything that Regulus felt his true anger flare up. Kreacher had been used as an experiment. He had been used to drink a potion that should have killed him all to protect a… locket? A locket which was apparently a… horcrux? Whatever that was.
A part of Regulus wanted to find Voldemort and kill him for hurting Kreacher, for leaving Kreacher for dead. Another part of him wanted to tell Kreacher to take him straight to this cave so he could retrieve this horcrux.
But Kreacher was exhausted and clearly traumatised from the ordeal. He couldn’t make his friend go back, not yet.
So, he sent Kreacher to bed with another glass of water and an order to come to Regulus if he needed him, not matter what the time was or even if it was for something small, he had to come to Regulus. He ensured the house-elf has safely made it to bed before he allowed his brain to start planning what he could do with the information until it hit him.
Evan and Barty.
They would know what to do and if he did go to the cave, it would be smart to bring an extra two people with him just in case and his hand subconsciously drifted up towards the small snake charm that was on a necklace around his neck.
Evan had bought the three of them matching necklaces for their sixteenth birthdays under the guise of it being a symbol of friendship when it, in reality, was so much more. It allowed the three of them to communicate no matter how far apart they may be.
The only downside to the necklaces was that for them to properly work, each wearer had to drop their occlumency shields since the link relied on being tethered to their minds. So, Regulus made his way to his bedroom, taking multiple steps at a time until he was inside, not hesitating to set up the wards around his room before he dropped his shield and tapped the necklace with his wand.
“Evan? Barty? Are you there?”
“Reggie? What’s wrong?”
“It’s 2am, Reg. This better be good, you know how Ev needs his beauty sleep.”
“I have a problem. A big problem.”
“You say the word, and we’ll be at Grimmauld Place in an hour tops.”
“I’ll drag Barty out of bed right now.”
“I think that might be smart. This situation would be a whole lot easier to explain in person and you can both crash in my room. My beds big enough.”
“What about your parents?”
“My room is warded, they can’t get in. Besides this is more important.”
“Dragging Barty out of bed right now, we’ll be there soon.”
“At least I get to practice my apparition.”
Just as Barty had promised, forty minutes later the couple landed outside the steps of 12 Grimmauld Place and Regulus was quick to let them in and silently lead them through the house. It was only once they were inside his room and the wards were up that he explained everything that Kreacher had told him.
Together, the three of them formed a plan. A reckless plan that could definitely get them killed if they weren’t careful. And if he was going to die, Regulus needed some contingencies in place to make sure that Sirius couldn’t be dragged back into the Black Family drama.
By the morning, running on an hour of sleep, Regulus stepped out of his room and took one more look towards Evan and Barty.
“Are you sure about this, Reg?” Barty questioned softly, reaching out to gently squeeze Regulus’ shoulder.
“I don’t have any other choice, B. Besides, father said it himself. A Lord must do everything in his power to protect his family.” Regulus admitted with a soft sigh.
“It doesn’t have to be you though; we can do it instead.” Evan offered, sincerity flooding his eyes as he watched Regulus.
“This is something I have to do.” Regulus replied with a light smile, letting out a deep breath. “Kreacher?” He called out, smiling softly as the house-elf appeared beside him. “Stay with Evan and Barty, okay? We have a plan that they’re going to explain to you. I’ll be back.” He vowed before he nodded towards Evan and Barty, shutting his bedroom door.
Orion should be proud really. If there was one thing Regulus had learnt from him, it was that a Lord would do everything in his power to protect his family.
So, Regulus started walking and ended up stood outside his parent’s bedroom door with a tray of their drinks in his hands, Regulus knew exactly what he had to do. And this time, Orion would realise just how much Regulus was willing to do to protect his family.
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Staring down at the translucent, green potion at the bottom of the basin, Regulus gulped and grabbed the accompanying shell. He glanced at Evan and Barty with a soft breath and smiled lightly. “You’ve both got to make sure I drink all this potion. Every single drop of it. No matter what, okay? You must make me drink all of it.”
Barty took an apprehensive step towards Regulus and shook his head slowly with a furrow in his brows, “Reg, you should let me drink the potion instead –”, “No Barty. I’m drinking it. You’re smarter and more decisive than I am. If something goes wrong, you’re more likely to figure out how to save me.” Regulus argued, effectively shutting Barty down.
“I can still drink it instead. Then the two of you will be able to figure it out if anything goes wrong.” Evan stated and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, Ev. From what Kreacher said, the potion… it might make me see horrible things. And if I try to hurt myself or either of you, you have the strength to stop me. It has to be me. We have to get that horcrux.” Regulus explained, taking a step closer to the basin and looked at the potion once more.
With a shaky hand, Regulus scooped up some of the potion and let out a shaky breath, glancing across at his friends once more. “No matter what I say or do, you have to make sure I drink it all.”
Without another moment to talk himself out of it, Regulus brought the shell to his lips, taking large gulps of the potion. He hastened his movements to quickly scoop up and drink more of the potion before it could start to take effect. And take effect, it did.
He stumbled back, letting out a sharp shout in pain and clung his arm around his stomach. He felt an unbearable, burning searing through his body, though he tried his best to steady himself and leaned against the basin, taking another large gulp of the potion before falling onto his knees.
He closed his eyes tightly, dropping the shell as he held his head as he started seeing visions that he knew couldn’t be real, but merlin did they feel real. He shook his head, letting out whimpers from the searing burning.
Feeling the shell being pressed to his lips again, his eyes snapped open and landed on Barty, who was watching Regulus with both worry and sympathy. “You’ve got to drink, Reggie. Remember?” He spoke, tipping the shell to make Regulus drink once the male had parted his lips.
Regulus was quick to close his eyes again, letting out a sharp scream as the pain only grew. He managed to force his eyes open, his vision blurry and his brain disorientated. He saw a figure just past Evan, who was stood watching Regulus with worry in his eyes, and tried to focus on it, trying to figure out who the mysterious figure could possibly be.
“Sirius.” He croaked out, his voice strained as he looked at the figure of his brother and slowly reached out his arm.
“You’ve always been their puppet. I knew it the second you were put into Slytherin. Always their perfect little doll, letting them manipulate you into doing everything they wanted. Even now, you’re still the same coward. Still not ready to stand on your own.” The figure spat at him, making Regulus’ eyes widen and a small sob erupt from his throat.
“No- Sirius- I’m not their puppet. I swear I’m not! I’m not on their side!” He shouted, his voice cracking as tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Reggie, you’ve got to keep drinking just like you said.” Barty spoke, voice filled with emotion as Evan knelt down beside Barty and rested his hand on Regulus’ face to gently tip his head back, allowing another shell full of potion down Regulus’ throat. The feeling made him cough, extenuating the disorientation in his head and the burning throughout his body.
“You’ll never change Regulus. I should have seen it earlier.” The figure spoke, turning his back on Regulus and glancing over his shoulder, an icy glare on his face. “We’re no longer brothers.” He declared, walking away from Regulus and fading into the darkness around the island.
“Sirius! Sirius, please come back!” Regulus shouted, trying to will himself to follow his brother as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Evan’s arms wrapped around his waist to hold him back; a frown settled on his face. “He’s not real, Reg. Remember? It’s the potion. He’s not real.” He spoke, voice soft as he kept Regulus close even as Regulus’ fingernail dug into his shoulders.
Barty came back into view; his hand gently rested on Regulus’ shoulder. “You have to keep drinking, Reg. I’m sorry but you must keep drinking.” He spoke, making Regulus instantly shake his head. “No, Barty! Please go get Sirius! I-I need Sirius!” He spoke, pointing towards where the shadow had left. “Evan please, I need him!” He pleaded; gaze stuck on the spot where the figure disappeared.
Barty and Evan exchanged a look between each other before Barty looked back towards Regulus with a sympathetic gaze, gently squeezing Regulus’ shoulder. “You have to keep drinking first, Reg. I promise that we will go get Sirius if you still want him but only when you’ve finished drinking.” He bargained, chewing on his bottom lip.
Regulus let out a soft sob, closing his eyes tightly as his arms gripped around his stomach. Eventually, he nodded lightly as he looked back at his two best friends, opening his mouth to allow another shell full of potion down his throat.
The searing burning seemed to only be getting worse, making Regulus scream in pain and grip at his sides until his knuckles were white. But every time Barty came back with another shell full of potion, Regulus obediently opened his mouth and allowed his two friends to force him to drink the potion with tears streaming down his cheeks.
“This is the last one Reg. The last one.” Barty spoke, one hand rested steadily on Regulus’ shoulder as the other raised the shell against Regulus’ lips. Once the last drops of the potion had rolled down Regulus’ throat, the searing burning seemed to fade and his vision slowly started clearing, all the disorientation gone.
Regulus took a few deep breaths, feeling as the thirst took over from the pain and quickly moved to wipe his tears. He tried to swallow, wincing at the dryness. He could feel his lips cracking, and he looked at Barty, holding out his hand. “The shell – I need the shell.” He spoke, voice hoarse.
Barty was quick to pass Regulus the shell and the male grabbed his wand, muttering a quiet “auguamenti” before raising the shell to his lips, eyebrows furrowing when no water came. He held his wand against the shell once more, repeating the charm and let out an exhausted, hoarse laugh as nothing happened.
Evan’s eyebrows furrowed as he gently took the shell and tried “auguamenti” once more before huffing softly and glanced towards the lake surrounding them. “Stay here. Both of you.” He told Regulus and Barty as he carefully made his way down to the lake.
Once he was close enough to the water, he was quick to dip the shell into the water and turned to quickly take it back to Regulus, almost tripping when he noticed the hand shooting out of the water and grabbing onto him. He dropped the shell immediately and pulled himself away from the water, eyes widening as he saw inferi surrounding the Island.
“Shit!” He cursed and pointed his wand towards the inferi, shouting a quick “Incendio” before aiming the jet of flames towards the inferi closest to him, moving backwards to quickly get back to Barty and Regulus, who both hand their wands raised even if Regulus was leaned heavily against the basin.
It didn’t take them very long to realise that they were getting outnumbered by the inferi and the only way to get off the Island was blocked. Barty shouted a few quick “Incendio”s and added a couple of “confrigo”s to blast the undead closest to him.
“Barty, the horcrux!” Regulus called out, momentarily forgetting about the dreadful thirst running through his mouth and throat.
“I’ve got the locket, Reg!” Barty replied, motioning to the locket that now swung around his neck to keep it safe.
Regulus produced a particularly strong ‘incendio’ and produced a ring of flames around them, managing to hold off the inferi for a few moments. He was quick to turn to Evan, who was getting closer to them and looked towards where the boat sat. “If we can make a path then we can maybe get on the boat and move away.” He suggested, throat still burning from the dryness.
“Right!” Evan and Barty replied at the same time and with the three of them working together, they managed to slowly make a path towards the boat. However, Regulus felt like clawing out his throat with how dry it was, and he could feel himself getting weaker. His magic was getting weaker.
He wasn’t entirely sure how long they had manged to hold off the inferi before everything fell apart but Regulus knew the exact moment it was over for him. An inferi had reached out to grab Evan, who was preoccupied with another group of inferi. Regulus had moved before he even had time to think and pushed the inferi away from the blonde, being grabbed and pulled along. This caused him to stumble into another inferi.
“Fuck!” He shouted as the inferi started dragging him towards the water. He managed to stun one of them with his wand before his wand was knocked out of his hand, falling onto the rocks.
“Reggie!” Evan shouted as he reached out to grab Regulus but missed as another inferi reached out to grab him instead, the blonde stunning it in response.
Regulus tried to grab his wand, lunging forwards only to be yanked back. The movement made him lose his balance and with a quick “no!”, he had fallen back into the water. He vaguely heard both Evan and Barty shout out his name, voices being muffled by the water hitting his ears. He desperately tried to loosen the grips of the inferi dragging him further down into the water, screams ripping from his throat as he tried to swim back up.
‘I don’t want to die like this. Not yet. Not now.’ He thought as his body was dragged further down, his arms reaching up in the hopes of reaching the island.
Cold seeped through his bones as the hands raked over his body the further, he sunk. He felt as his vision blurred and slowly started to darken, his body starting to spasm in search for air. He stared up at the fading light, wishing he could scream.
‘I tried to be good Sirius. I tried to do the right thing. I’m sorry.’ He thought, his brain getting fuzzier as the need to close his eyes grew stronger.
‘I love you, James.’ He thought as his eyes finally started to close, his body growing still. He could still feel hands gripping him but the less he struggled, the less they held onto him. They were no longer dragging him down, just keeping his body under.
He was fairly certain he was dead when he felt something warm grab his arm and then he felt a swirling rush around his body as though he was being pulled from the water that was now his tomb.
His eyes felt so heavy, but he could feel something slamming against his chest. It hurt. He felt weirdly congested. But instead of just his nose or head, it felt like is whole body was congested. He needed to cough but couldn’t. Why did death have to be so hard?
“-to us. Please Reggie, you’ve got to come back to us.” He heard a voice calling him. It sounded like Evan. He wanted to reply and tell Evan that he was fine. Tell him to look after Barty and escape the cave. But he couldn’t. He needed to cough.
He felt one harder slam on his chest before he could finally cough, so he did. He felt his body shoot up as he coughed violently, seemingly coughing up water. He heard a relieved laugh beside him and felt someone slam into him, hugging him tightly. “We’ve got you, Reggie. You’re not leaving us yet! There’s no way in hell we’d let you.” Evan stated.
Regulus’ head was still fuzzy as he felt heat surrounding him, a bright light appearing from under his eyelids. He managed to force his eyes open, and he looked towards where he had heard Evan. His eyes widened as he saw Barty standing above him and Evan, wand swirling in overhead circles as they were surrounded by a large ring of fire, driving all the inferi back towards the water.
With the ring of fire still holding around them, Barty dropped onto his knees and cupped Regulus’ face in his hands. “Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, checking over Regulus for any serious wounds.
Regulus stared up at his two friends for a moment. They were looking at him with so much concern and care and even a little bit of guilt. A sob tore itself from his throat, tears streaming down his face again as he grabbed onto both Evan and Barty tightly, sobbing into their shoulders. “You didn’t let me die.” He choked out, gripping the two as tightly as he could.
Both Evan and Barty were quick to wrap their arms around Regulus, taking deep breaths and finally recuperating as the inferi were still forced back by Barty’s fiendfyre. “Of course we didn’t, Reg. You’re not dying on our watch. We’ve got too many plans.” Barty replied with a soft laugh.
“Let’s get out of here.” Evan spoke, easily wrapping his arms around Regulus and picking him up, heading towards the boat and Barty quickly fell into step with him. “Let’s get Reggie the biggest glass of water we can find.”
“Please.” Regulus mumbled, head rested against Evan’s shoulder as he let darkness take him.
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The trio sat in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place with Evan and Barty at either side of Regulus, a large glass of water in front of the latter which Kreacher kept refilling every time it was drunk.
“Do you think he has any more?” Barty questioned softly, looking at the locket that sat on the table beside the book that he had found briefly outlining horcruxes.
Regulus let out a soft sigh as he reached for the book, re-reading over the passage about horcruxes once more. From what the book had explained, a horcrux was an object in which a wizard or witch, usually a darker wixen, had hidden a fragment of their soul all in the hopes of becoming immortal. The passage didn’t explain how a wixen was supposed to retain a fragment of their soul or how to destroy a horcrux that had been made. That was just something they were supposed to figure out.
“I don’t know. Maybe? Probably.” Regulus admitted with another sigh, taking a long sip of his water as he kept reading the same passage repeatedly.
“Perhaps it would be a good idea to think about getting another wand on our side?” Evan suggested, chewing on his bottom lip as both Barty and Regulus stared at him incredulously. “Just think about it,” He started, holding his hands up in surrender. “If we had another person, then if there are more horcruxes out there, we could split into two teams to hunt them down. We can’t exactly let someone go by themselves since Regulus nearly just died.” He explained, sending a pointed look towards Regulus.
“It’s not a bad idea.” Barty conceded, resting his head in his hand. “But who? Obviously, Sirius and James are out of the picture,” he reeled off, taking a careful glace towards Regulus, “same with Sybill and Pandora. We could talk to Dorcas, but she doesn’t exactly trust any of us at the moment.”
Regulus sat up straight as he started thinking of people they could ask. It would have to be someone who would take the mark willingly but still see Voldemort’s flaws. Someone who could protect their mind since the Dark Lord loved using his legilimency on possible Death Eaters. Someone who could fight with them, not against them.
Reaching his hands out to grasp Evan and Barty’s arms, Regulus nodded slowly to himself as a plan began forming in his brain.
“What about Remus Lupin?”