[HP Doujin] Scarborough Fair

Seven

"Kreacher, this is an order. You have to leave with the first locket, destroy it with all your abilities, and don't tell anyone about it." After saying these words, Regulus felt very No, it was worse than when he came to this place. His whole body seemed to be burning from the inside, and it seemed that because of some huge cold, his normal body temperature was infected with the warmth of flames.

It seems to be destruction, it seems to be redemption.

His head hurts, and the memories that were blocked in the past are about to rush out. It seems that the past has been cursed with a flashback that deliberately slows down, tempting him to stop.

As if he could change anything if he just stopped.

Regulus tried to clear his head, thinking about what he was doing, who he was with and what he did.

Kreacher, yes, he brought Kreacher here.Kreacher is their family's elf, he gave it to the Dark Lord, it came back, it is very kind, and still obeys his orders.Now Kreacher is gone, maybe not?He didn't know, but it would go away anyway, he gave the order.It was good, but he couldn't remember why he felt that good.

He is very thirsty.

Why let Kreacher leave?If it's here, it'll get him water.

He is thirsty, he needs water.

Kreacher can't be here, it has to go.

They always leave.He also left.

Sirius, he left.Why do you want to leave?Why do you have to leave again and again, brother?

Memory is like a door, a little forward, just a little forward, if he keeps him, if he says one more word, maybe it won't be like it is now.

He wanted to step into the night that didn't belong to him - when Sirius first entered Hogwarts, he should have wanted to go with him at that time, but he was not old enough.

After that, they went further and further away.

He's not there, he's not old enough.He was a year younger than him, and he wouldn't mind going to Gryffindor with him if they were the same age, but he already had friends, that Potter, that annoying pompous Potter.It was because of him that my brother began to dislike himself.

I'm not there, not at Hogwarts, so where am I?

It's dark around, is it a cave?

He was thirsty, hot, and hurt.

Sirius, he left home, why did he leave?Is it because of that Potter?Potter, something will happen to Potter, Potter is in danger.No, Sirius was in danger with Potter.

Potter was his friend, a friend who could give his life for it, and Gryffindor of the Slytherin family, who gave his life to save his friend, seemed to be able to wash away his family's reputation.Ridiculous, he thought, he was a Black of the Dark wizard family, they would never accept him, they were always the first to suspect him if anything happened.Dumbledore was the same, he knew, the little man made sure of that.The little man had always been a traitor, and he was going to betray Potter.He bribed the dwarf to lure Sirius into a secret keeper, and his brother was fooled.

But not enough, not enough.

No, his brother would still be in danger.The Dark Lord wanted to kill Potter, and he had a way.As for Potter, he would get Sirius involved as always, always like that, ridiculously sympathetic, brotherly.

He has to make a decision.

He has to kill someone.

He was going to kill him, that Potter, he should have killed him long ago, why didn't he knock him off the Quidditch pitch?He could fake it as a mistake, and he didn't even have to, after all the Slytherin-Gryffindor feud had been going on for a long time, and he'd just overdid it a little and it would be fine.

No.

Regulus felt the pain in his hand, it was the wound from the previous door-opening sacrifice that hit the ground.The pain and burning sensation were superimposed, and he regretted why he didn't heal the wound first.No, he doesn't regret it.He came here to kill a person, he himself will die, there is no way out of this matter.

He was here for this, yes, to kill the Dark Lord.He had used his trust to find out his secret, and he shouldn't have told himself so many things.

As soon as this thought flashed, Regulus regained a moment of sobriety from the madness of the drug. He saw a light point around him—it was his wand, but there was another light point a little farther away.

It took him a long time to figure out that it was the reflection of the light spot on the wand.

He is very thirsty and there is a lake beside him.

No, he's obviously still at home.

"Sirius!" Regulus ran after him past the shouting portraits, their voices raspy and indistinct, yelling at the traitor of blood, but that didn't matter, as the crumbling chandelier, they ran In the foyer, the lights came on one by one.

"Sirius!" Sirius didn't stop.Regulus returned to that dark cave all at once.He should have left directly, that's right, he didn't chase him, didn't keep him, it shouldn't be like this.

No.

He ran very fast, very tired, he was very thirsty, his lungs seemed to be burning, and he had to drink water.But he was just barely catching up to Sirius.

In fact, he can still take it easy, he should let him stop first, he must let him stop first.

"Sirius!" Regulus yelled.

The black-haired boy put his hand on the silver snake-shaped handle, and he was about to go out, but he still turned half of his body back. In the dim light, his angry face was still full of disdain and arrogance. Ask him in a voice hoarse from the roar just now, "What's the matter?"

When he caught up, Regulus was a little excited, but more sad came to his heart.Sirius wants to leave this place, and he should too, some things are enough for him to bear alone.

"Don't go." He still said it, contradictory and painful.

Sirius frowned.

"Don't go. Stay, we can be together..." Regulus said dryly that he didn't even trust him.

No, it's not right, he feels water, he wants water.No Sirius, no… Sirius wasn't here, he couldn't be here, he'd made sure of that.

"What are you doing together?" Sirius smiled, and he couldn't tell whether it was arrogance or sarcasm in his smile. He leaned halfway on the door, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to have changed his mind again, and he remained silent after asking the question. Looking at him quietly, like a lifelike statue.

He was leaning lazily on the door like that, holding the handle with one hand, and stretching out the other hand towards him, his smile was still arrogant, his voice was still hoarse, but all of this was a bit vague.

"Let's go together?" Sirius asked him with a casual smile, reaching out his hand.

He felt that he was being pulled, something cold, smelly, and sticky was pulling him away from him.It's ironic, he always thought that those things were intangible, always pure, and born noble.

He wanted to go with him.

Regulus tried hard to get out of control, but the power of what bound him was getting stronger and stronger.

He didn't know if he was laughing, after all, all he could feel was suffocation, pain and increasingly blurred memory fragments.

He felt alone, he was scared, he was shaking, he was screaming, he couldn't control himself.He didn't know why he was so scared.

It's cold.

It wasn't Sirius who was leaving, this time he was leaving.Knowing this, the sense of fear was still extinguished, but he felt a kind of calmness.

Even if he could no longer see Sirius' face clearly.

But he was there, he knew it, he was by the door, waiting for his answer.Actually, he's already on the way of Sirius, no, he can't let him know this, no one knows this, Sirius will be safe.

Regulus smiled softly and shyly, shaking his head silently.

"We'll be swallowed up in silence / And in the silence, feel you hug me / Just me and you"

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