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R.A.B. by PK2007

Format: Short story
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 1,740
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Horror/Dark, Romance
Characters: Dumbledore, Sirius, Regulus, Bellatrix, Voldemort, OC
Pairings: Ron/Lavender, Other Pairing

First Published: 07/20/2009
Last Chapter: 08/09/2009
Last Updated: 08/09/2009

Regulus Black had always been a supporter of Voldemort, but what had stopped him too. In this fanfic, you will see the last two years of Regulus's life which were romantic but also tragic and cruel.
PS Please read, im horrible in writing summaries.

Chapter 1: The Final Decision
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“Father, I think I’m ready” a young 17-year old Regulus Black said, standing before his father in Number 12 Grimmaud Place’s kitchen.

His father’s face was blocked by the Daily Prophet, which he continued to read, carefully. He slowly lowered it though, his face resembled Sirius’s, his son and Regulus’s brother, strongly expect it was more hard-looking and serious. He looked into his son’s eyes, and Regulus looked back at his father’s patiently.
“Don’t be silly, Regulus” said a voice that came from the left of Regulus. His mother had entered the room. Her hair was out in a tight bun behind her and she was wearing a dirty apron over her nightgown.

“I am ready” Regulus repeated, this time to his mother.
“Your school..” his mother started, but his father had lifted a hand to silence her.
“Walburga, let him go” his father said, “he will honor our family by serving the Dark Lord and taking out the filthy Mudbloods that pollute our community today.”
Regulus reddened. He bowed to his father before thanking him and locking himself in his room. He had it all planned out, he would go visit the Lestranges, who were said to be in Lord Voldemort’s inner circle. From their he will prove himself worthy to serve the Dark Lord to the Dark Lord himself, and finally be branded with the feared Dark Mark. Regulus excitedly crouched beside his bead, reached a hand under it, and pulled out a clean wooden box. He opened it, inside were hundreds of Daily Prophet clippings he had collected from the Daily Prophet. All of them were about Lord Voldemort. He laid them out on his bed and read over them as he had done a hundred times before. His favorite one was the lying a few inches away from his left hand. He pulled it towards himself and read it.

The thirteen dead bodies found this morning are confirmed to be of witches and wizards. Aurors had reported to the scene almost immediately after the Dark Mark had been conjured over a bankrupt pub in the countryside. The victims seemed to have tried to fight back, but they were quicky taken down by the attackers, who were apparently Death Eaters. There were chairs and tables knocked over all over the pub. The bodies were found tied to the wall magicked ropes. They seemed to have bled to death for each on of the bodies had a deep gash from their chest to their waist. All of the bodies have also been confirmed to be of muggle-borns. Their names are-
Their names did not matter Regulus thought throwing the paper aside. Mudbloods never had an identity in this world and never will. Regulus browsed the rest of the article before returning them to the box and then again under the bed. He stood and stretched, feeling proud. He looked at his room and admired his decorations of all green covers and drapes to represent Slytherin, his eyes lingered to the mirror. He cocked his head to the right curiously. His smooth, handsome face hadn’t changed much, but Regulus Black knew he was different. He was feeling different; he felt a hidden strength rise in him. He heard a knock at the door. He surveyed himself one more time in the mirror before walking over to the door and pulling it open. It was Kreacher, he was really the only person Regulus trusted in his entire family.
“Master Orion wishes to see you sir” Kreacher addressed him, bowing.

“Thanks Kreacher.” Regulus stepping aside to let Kreacher in, “may you please pack some things for me Kreacher ? A few clothes should do, and my box under my bed. Don’t forget it. “

“Master Regulus is going.” Kreacher asked, his eyes bulging forward, but Regulus had already left his room and was heading downstairs to address his father.

His father was in the living room, he was leaning over the fire talking to a face. Regulus peered over his father’s shoulder and saw his Aunt Bellatrix smiling up at him, then nodded to Orion and vanished.

His father stood up, flicked a little dust of his shoulder and looked Regulus in the eye, “They are expecting you son. Are you ready?”

“Kreacher’s about to finish packing,” Regulus said.

Regulus’s mother came in and hugged him, Regulus hugged her back, but not to tightly. He was missing Sirius. Sirius had never been a good big brother to Regulus because they were in rival houses, but Regulus respected Sirius. He wanted to be like his older brother, but at the same time he disagreed with his views about the muggle borns. Kreacher came down with Regulus’s luggage floating behind him. He looked worried.

“Where is good sir going” he kept asking his mistress.

Chapter 2: The Meeting
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Regulus let go of his mother, and smiled at Kreacher. He looked so worried, that he had to smile.

“Kreacher, I’ll be back soon enough. Watch after Mum and Dad.” He whispered to him as he crouched over to grab his luggage.

Kreacher bowed, but his look of worry and suspicion lingered as Regulus moved towards the fire. Regulus to Kreacher then he looked to his father, who nodded. He was smiling, which was rare to see ever since Sirius ran away. Regulus’s nodded at him, took a handful of Floo Powder from Kreacher and walked into the fireplace.

“Lestrange Estate” he yelled, throwing the powder straight down . The flames engulfed him, he saw his father take his mother’s hand before disappearing into the flames. He was spinning now, very fast. He closed his eyes as his head wisped wildly over his eyes, then he felt his feet touch floor under him. He fell forward, out of a fireplace to a heavily perfumed room. His aunt Bellatrix was standing a few feet in front of him, she looked very nervous. Regulus straightened himself up and looked at her. Her eyelids were always looking heavy, but Regulus saw something else in her that surprised him. She seemed to be scared. Her eyes were wide, and she was always in motion; either stepping in place or rubbing or palms together nervously. Regulus decided it would be appropriate to bow.
“The Dark Lord is here.” she whispered nervously. “Now, he wants to talk to you now.”

Regulus took a step back, his brain seemed to have numbed. “No one told me I was gonna have to speak with him today.” He whispered back.

Bellatrix shrugged and grabbed him by the arm; Regulus grabbed his bag and allowed himself to be pulled by his aunt to the next room. This room was bigger, with a long table. It was seated by many familiar faces which Regulus recognized. The heads turned as he and Bellatrix walked in, Regulus got a glimpse of his Aunt Narcissa and her husband, Lucius. Narcissa was looking slightly worried; Lucius’s expression was hard to read in the darkness of the room. The only chair that hadn’t turned was the one on the end, closest to the fireplace. Regulus looked at the back of the chair, and he knew who it was. It was the Dark Lord himself, and his chair was starting to turn. Regulus watched in awe as the Dark Lord’s profile came into view, his face was the clearest out of the rest. Pale, flat nose, slits as nostrils, red eyes, all his features were shown clearly by the dancing fire behind him. The thing Regulus took note of the most were his red eyes, they were like knives as they darted towards Regulus’s eyes. Regulus was forced to look down; he slightly reddened as he stared at his feet.

This is it Regulus, he thought to himself, this is what you want.

He felt Bellatrix, push him towards the Dark Lord. Regulus’s kept looking down, and soon he was staring at the Dark Lord’s feet. He fell to his knees, and leaned forward so his forehead would touch the soft, red carpet. He could feel the Dark Lord staring at him.

“Rise.” a high raspy voice said to him.

Regulus stood up nervously, he never looked up though. His heart was beating faster than it had ever done before in his entire life.

“What do you desire child.” The same voice asked.

Regulus started sweating. He stuttered, “I only desire what you desire my Dark Lord. I desire to get rid of the dirty blood that dirties our society today.”

Regulus looked up, feeling more confident. Voldemort was staring at him curiously, and then slowly his thin lips curved into a smile.

“But you are much too young. What use are you.” Voldemort said back to him, still smiling, “how do I know if you are strong enough child ?”

Regulus looked at Voldemort in the eye, several people sitting around the table gasped, “I will do anything to prove to you I am strong enough, Dark Lord.”

Voldemort smiled even more widely, “Anything you say ? Well, then why don’t you demonstrate the Crucitas Curse on your dear Aunt Bella. “
Regulus took a deep breath. I’m gonna hate this, he thought to himself. He could hear his aunt breathing harder and harder from behind him .

Regulus took out his wand and turned slowly to face his aunt. Narcissa’s eyes were wide with worry, but Regulus ignored them. He stared at his Aunt Bella hard in the eyes as if trying to show her that he wish he didn’t have to do this. He tried to apologize to her under his breath, but then Voldemort’s voice came from behind him, “No hesitation child, now either curse her or face my wrath.”

Regulus’s hand got sweaty. He raised his wand, aimed it to point at Bellatrix, and closed his eyes.


His wand gave a jolt and the room filled with horrible screams, from both Bellatrix and Naricssa alike. Regulus tried to ignore the feeling of guilt that was seeping into him, but it seemed impossible with all the screaming distracting him. He fell to his knees and dropped his wand. The Dark Lord was laughing as if he was satisfied with the scene. Regulus turned to face him, hoping for the best.