This fic is dedicated to my two lovely
betas Mollie Malfoy and Lady Padfoot Black.
Regulus Black, Sirius said,
a much better son, as I was constantly
Was he killed by an Auror? Harry asked.
said Sirius. No, he was murdered by
from what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked
about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out.
greeted a young boy of about twelve. He opened the door of his brothers bedroom to see what he was doing.
A dark-haired teenager looked up, turned
his face to see Regulus, then rolled his eyes and said, Get out!
queried, trying to get closer to Sirius by joining his brother, who was lying
on his stomach.
Sirius automatically pushed Regulus off his
bed; he landed on the floor with a type of bounce. Im reading, he replied, holding his Potions
No, youre not, the grey-eyed first year said. Youve just
Sirius sat up. How
would you know that? Regulus opened his mouth to
speak. Doesnt matter. The important thing is that you
Regulus bottom lip started to quiver.
But what? Sirius
yelled, sounding as though hed been putting up with
this for what felt like months.
Mum said youd
play with me, Regulus said quietly.
Did she now?
Sirius said dryly, getting off the bed. Guess what, I
dont care if she told you that Im not doing it!
youve been horrible since the beginning of summer
Regulus mumbled, giving Sirius a saddened expression.
A look of sincere concern escaped Sirius face. Dont give
me that look, he said. I have
Im going to James for the rest of the summer, Sirius answered.
Mum doesnt know,
Regulus pointed out. Shes
organised for us to stay at Aunt Elladoras for two
Very clever, Regulus. Can you guess why
she doesnt know? Sirius asked, his voice dripping
The small boy shook his head.
Because shed say
no the womans determined to
make me miserable for the rest of my life, Sirius
Regulus protested. Shed agree
if you were a little nicer to her.
Maybe I dont want
to be nice to her, Sirius spat. Get out of my room now!
No, Regulus said
firmly. Ill tell mum what you just told me!
Sirius said softly.
After wiping his eyes, Regulus decided hed try his luck with Sirius again. Will you
play with me?
boomed. Regulus tried grabbing his arm but then Sirius slapped it hard. Get off me! Youre acting ten years younger
than you really are. Regulus almost burst into tears. Stop bloody crying!
Sirius grabbed hold of his brother and
literally threw him out of the room. Dont even think of coming back in! he yelled,
slamming the door, leaving Regulus to cry alone.
My brother, Sirius, is the least tolerant
person youll ever meet, that is, if he doesnt like
you. He likes pure-bloods, half-bloods, Muggle-borns, and Merlin knows what
else, just as long as you dont disagree with him. If
you do, then he punishes you for making a mistake; yells at you for disagreeing
with him; and never admits it if you prove him wrong.
Just like mum.
My brother and mother were more alike than
either of them will admit. Thats probably why they
argued so much they are the same. They had completely
different views and both made sure the other knew it; both of them were so
stubborn that arguments could last for months on end.
They werent always
at war. They started arguing a bit when Sirius came back from Hogwarts after
completing his first year. It got even worse after his second year and by the
end of his third year, they were yelling that they hated each other. He started
resenting me when I had done my first year at Hogwarts. Probably because my
parents tried to make Sirius work harder by comparing him to me, saying that I
was doing so much more than him. This, of course, didnt
go well with Sirius.
Nevertheless, I still looked up to him as
my idol. He shouted at me, insulted me, and made me cry, but he was still my
big brother. I suppose I was quite sensitive for a twelve year-old, to cry for
the reasons that I did, but I couldnt possibly understand why he treated me
that way. It wasnt until he ran away that I realised
what Sirius was really like: selfish, arrogant, and idiotic. He didnt passionately disagree with our parents
views; he just wanted to be the big rebel. My mother and father were right
about him. From that moment onwards, their word was law to me. I made their
opinions my own, they wouldnt dream of letting me
Regulus, when will you be home? I turned to my girlfriend. She was lying on the sofa, clutching a
thick book with one hand. Well?
Im not sure, I said, turning my back to the brunette, and then added, This kind of business is always very unpredictable.
I wish youd tell
me what you were doing, she said bitterly, as I was
just about to leave the flat.
Youll find out
all in good time, I said with a sigh. This hasnt been
the first time Ive left my girlfriend like this before, when I was just being
considered for a Death Eater. I embarked on a series of tests, one of these was
to prove you were able and not at all hesitant about using the three
Unforgivables. The last test is to kill a random Muggle in front of them, using
a curse of your choice.
I departed the block of flats and gave a
shiver when the cold wind blew in my face. I nervously looked around to make
sure that there were no Muggles watching me, and Apparated.
So here I am now, in some dark alleyway,
shivering and waiting for my first real assignment. This will be a defining moment for my career as a Death Eater. When I do this, I will prove that I am totally
dedicated to the Dark Lord, and nothing else. I was told by a fellow Death
Eater, who had been working for the Dark Lord a couple of months longer than
me, that this mission involved killing someone of their choice. This was a test
to see if I would be able to cope, if I were assigned difficult. Which I am,
100 % determined and committed to this.
I havent told my
parents or my girlfriend what Im doing. But Im sure my parents will be nothing but proud; they always thought
that the Dark Lord had the right idea.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I almost
jumped in shock. I turned around and saw that it was a small man in a cloak
that was almost covering the whole of his face. Regulus
Black? I nodded quickly. There was an envelope in his
gloved hand which he gave to me; the gust moved the mans sleeve revealing a small part of the dark mark. We expect you to be completely devoted to this assignment. You have
56 hours in which to do this. He then Apparated,
leaving me to open the name of my victim in silence.
This is it. This will be my first
assignment of the many that are to come. I opened the envelope carefully, so I
didnt rip any of the paper. Inside there was a small piece of parchment which
I took from its envelope. My heart sank, it read: