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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.

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