Prologue

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June 29, 1971

Regulus wanted it to stop. He really wanted it to stop. He wanted to stop it himself, but he knew he couldn't.

The screams of his brother echoed off the walls of their house, filling and clouding Regulus's mind. They consumed him and he felt so small. All he could do was lay there in his bed, curled up in a ball as he forced himself to fight the sobs that were begging to escape him.

They had gave him a warning over Christmas break. They only gave him a quick curse to attempt to get him in line, but Sirius didn't listen. Why didn't he listen? Why was he so insistent on hanging out with James Potter and all the Gryffindors when he knew their parents would rather see their son dead then with blood traitors. Sirius would be dead right now if he wasn't the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

This was all because Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor. It made Regulus scared. He started Hogwarts next year and he didn't know what he would do if he was sorted into Gryffindor.

He didn't want them to do this to him too.

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