BAM! His room door slammed open.
“Mother is calling you down for tea,” his older brother said, chuckling at the decorations in his room.
“Come on, you can’t possibly be competing we me Reggie,” his brother continued.
“There’s no competition. If you can put up your Gryffindor banners, why can’t I put up my Slytherin ones?” Reggie said as he jumped onto his bed, ready to place a huge green and silver banner on the wall.
His brother simply laughed and headed to his desk. “Don’t touch my things!” Reggie said immediately.
“Relax, I just find this scrapbook interesting.”
From the corner of his eye, Reggie watched his brother flipped the book open, and the playful smile on his face immediately disappeared.
“You can’t be serious. A scrapbook on him?!”
Reggie simply shrug as he finally got the banner to stick on the wall.
“You’re like a stalker you know that,” his brother added.
“I’m not stalking. It’s all over the newspapers. I just cut em’ out so I know where he is and what he’s doing. I even showed mother and-“
“Of course you showed mother. She’s stalking him too!” his brother interrupted. And the tone of his voice was in no joking manner.
“No she’s not. She says it’s good to know as much about him as possible, if I want to be a death eater one day.”
“Don’t tell me you’re still going about that death eater thing.” His brother shook his head.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Reggie asked.
“Because he kills people Reg. What’s wrong with you?!” His brother was angry again. He was always angry whenever they spoke of the Dark Lord.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Reggie spat as he yanked his scrapbook from under his brother’s hand.
“I’m just trying to help you understand Reg. Stop being so stupid!”
“I’m stupid? Well, if I’m stupid, then you’re dishonorable! Not only to our parents but to our entire family! If you keep this up, father will disown you.” Reggie was furious. How dare he call him stupid.
“I don’t care if I’m disowned! I don’t care if they burn my picture on our family tree!” His brother pointed at the embroidered family tree, on the wall across his room door. “I just don’t want to see my brother get hurt!”
“Don’t worry, I know how to take care of myself.” Reggie narrowed his eyes at his brother before he headed for his room door. He had enough. He didn’t want to argue with his brother who didn’t understand.
“Fine! But remember this, once you’re in, you cant get out. He’ll kill you if you try!” his brother shouted as Reggie stormed down the stairs.
Reggie was no longer in the mood for tea, but he wasn’t going to stay in the same room as his brother. What did his brother know anyway? He was a dishonor to their family, and a stupid Gryffindor on top of that.
Reggie was about to enter the living room when he heard another voice calling to him. It was not his brother’s, but it was familiar all together. Reggie stood on the spot, trying to figure out who it was. And when he did, he saw the house elf he always called friend, standing in front of him, in a blur.
“Master! Master! You must wake up!” the house elf shouted in fear, as the heads of the flesh-less inferi could be seen bobbing in the dark waters towards them.
“Kreacher,” he croaked, trying to sit up.
“Master Regulus! Let’s go!”
“What did I tell you Kreacher?!”
“But Kreacher can’t leave. Kreacher can’t leave master!” Kreacher had tears streaming from his big tennis ball like eyes, as he clutched onto the locket tightly.
“Kreacher, you must!”
“NO BUTS KREACHER!” Regulus took the house elf by the shoulders and shook him.
“Mas-mas-master,” Kreacher chocked as he sobbed.
“You have been a good friend Kreacher, but now, you have to be a good servant and leave. Do not let him find you and destroy that locket!” Regulus ordered.
“You have been a good friend too Master Regulus. And Kreacher will try,” Kreacher said with a firm nod. But before he left, he wrapped his arms around Regulus, and Regulus weakly returned it.
Moments later, there was a pop and he was alone. Alone on the island where he was sure he was going to die.
As the burning sensation in his chest started to rise to his throat, Regulus forced his weak body towards the edge of the man made island.
With his hands cupped, he hoped to have a last quench at thirst, but as he dipped his hands into the icy cold water, bony fingers grabbed onto his wrists and pulled him in.
Into the dark waters, he felt them wrap their skeletal bodies around him. The inferi weren’t strong, but they were many. As his vision plummeted into darkness, the last sensation of cold water down his throat was the sign of his impending death.
In was through the relief of pain that he remembered his brother’s words. He was right all along. And he should have listened. He was indeed stupid. How he wished he could turn back time and tell his eleven year old self to take heed of Sirius’ words. Now it’s too late. He was already in, and the only way out was through death.
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