Regulus Black,
the loyal son.
Regulus Black,
the Slytherin.
Regulus Black,
the second choice.
Regulus Black,
with grades just good enough to
please his mother but never enough.
Regulus Black,
who keeps his hair neat, and
is polite at family gatherings.
Regulus Black,
who does not pick fights,
who does not ride a motorcycle,
who does not hang out with
werewolves or get disowned.
Regulus Black,
who Phineas Nigellus keeps an eye
on from the portraits
on the walls.
Regulus Black,
who occasionally hears whispers
of kindness from random frames
and catches winks and thumbs-ups
from oil-painted old men and women
as he walks to class.
Regulus Black,
who sits through painfully long
and dull Slug Club dinners and writes
thank you notes, and attends quidditch
matches in the Slytherin bleachers with
the right kind of kids.
Regulus Black,
still the lonely kid with no friends,
just acquaintances.
Regulus Black,
recently abandoned to the
abuse of ignorance.
Regulus Black,
constantly reminded of his brother
who was more powerful than
he can ever be.
Regulus Black,
the least favorite cousin.
Regulus Black,
forced to follow the Dark Lord.
Regulus Black,
who graduates with a freshly healed
tattoo on his forearm.
Regulus Black,
whose brother will not speak to him.
Regulus Black,
who makes his family proud.
Regulus Black,
who lies to his mother when he says
he will be staying with friends who
tells her he will take care of himself
with a knot in his stomach and
an old necklace in his pocket.
Regulus Black,
wandering the British coastline,
with only Kreacher for company.
Regulus Black,
angry, disillusioned and miserable.
Regulus Black,
finally doing something on his own.
Regulus Black,
disobeying everything he'd ever quietly
and mild-manneredly adhered to.
Regulus Black,
smearing his blood on the stone door,
seeing it, with no reference for it except
childhood scraped knees and bloody
noses and cracked lips in dry weather.
Regulus Black,
feeling important.
Regulus Black,
an individual.
Regulus Black,
taking the boat with Kreacher
across the glassy water.
Regulus Black,
cold, scared, drinking from the basin.
Regulus Black,
weakening, writing on a scrap of
parchment, sending Kreacher home.
Regulus Black,
fighting the undead.
Regulus Black,
ready to die at nineteen,
because he knew no one cared,
he was no one.
and the saddest part was,
that he accepted it,
that he believed wholeheartedly
that he deserved it.
introduction to the heir
to the noble and most ancient
house of black .
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i found this post yesterday <3
i feel so sad :(