HP Midnight Light

- 1980 June 2 - 29 Grimmauld Place

"Kreacher." Regulus walked out of the kitchen to the elf's lair.Even though it was late at night, he was dressed as he planned to go out.

"Master Regulus—"

"Swear, Kreacher, swear you'll keep everything we did today a secret, Kreacher," Regulus said, trying not to shake his voice, he didn't want to sound or look like a coward , if he had to be brave once in his life, it would be tonight, "This is an order. You can't tell anyone what happened tonight in any form, you must keep it completely secret!"

"Master Regulus," Kreacher looked at him in surprise, "what do you want me to do for you?"

Its question made Regulus suddenly calm down. Fifteen minutes ago he had mixed the water of death into Walburga's drink and watched her drink it, and now she had fallen into a dreamless sleep.He was ready and thought it through.

"Take me to where the Dark Lord took you," Regulus demanded, "that cave."

The salty waves crashed against the rocks, and the bitter wind blew against Regulus' cheek.He squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw the huge rock dormant in the night, like an unknown monster.

It's a starless night.

"What do I need to do?" Regulus reached out and stroked the uneven stone wall, groping for the switch that Kreacher mentioned in the dark.

Finally the elf ran over and found the raised stone: "This door needs blood to open, Master Regulus, let me—"

There was a flash of silver light, and blood spattered on the wall.In the dazzling white light, Shimen emerged out of thin air.The elf let out a short exclamation, and Regulus withdrew the knife, allowing the blood to continue to soak his sleeve.

"I can come, this little blood is nothing."

"Let me heal your wounds," Kreacher begged.Regulus smiled faintly:

"Lead the way, Kreacher."

The story is narrated 17 years later by an aging Kreacher to his new master.The black-haired, skinny, and handsome young man leaned over and murmured a mantra. With the sound of tinkling sugar palms and iron chains, a rusty boat floated up from the bottomless bottom of the lake. When they were at a height where they could go up, Regulus suddenly saw a pale hand floating under the water of the lake.At that moment he shivered, and for the first time that night he felt afraid and flinched.Whose hand is this?McKinnon?Caradoc?Gideon?Or any wizard or Muggle he couldn't name?

"Master Regulus?" Kreacher called his name uneasily, "We should go home, the mistress will be worried..." For the first time, it showed disapproval of the wishes of the beloved young master , Kreacher's body also trembled slightly, it didn't forget what happened the last time it came here.

"Get on the boat." Regulus ordered mechanically, he ordered himself to forget his fear, and stepped onto the wet stone boat first.The pale hand drifted to the side of the boat, and then gradually sank.When the master and servant set foot on the boat, they also stepped into the trap set by the Dark Lord.Regulus closed his eyes, he could feel the boat sailing toward the center of the lake at an astonishing speed, and the green light was getting closer.A few seconds later, the stone boat lightly touched the edge of the island in the center of the lake. Regulus opened his eyes. Kreacher had jumped onto the island first, and was staring at the stone basin with a terrified expression.

Regulus stepped forward to look at the things in the stone basin, he already knew how to get it.

"Kreacher," he said, reaching for the locket made by Borgin. "When the stone basin is empty, use it to replace the contents, and then go home. You have to find a way to completely destroy this The locket-"

The elf's lingering fear was confirmed, and its shrill cry echoed in the empty cave: "Master!"

There was a clatter... A huge white thing suddenly jumped up behind them.

"This is an order, Kreacher." Regulus closed his eyes wearily, "I have another order: If I can't finish the poison-drink for various reasons, you must force me to continue. Understand? Without giving the elf another chance to object, he reached out for the stone cup beside him, scooping up a cup of deadly poison.

Kreacher sobbed loudly.

"Good luck." Regulus raised his glass to it, looked down at the swaying liquid in the glass, and drank it down.

It wasn't what he thought—it didn't hurt at all, but more like the cold feeling of walking through a ghost.But at that moment, Regulus suddenly saw Walburga waving a belt and beating Sirius, and her harsh scolding voice suddenly sounded, echoing in his ears and in his mind.The long-forgotten memories of childhood resurfaced again, and Regulus gasped for breath, struggling to make Walburga's yelling disappear.Kreacher watched him nervously, with tears in his big eyes.Regulus tried to scoop up the second cup: "I'm fine, Kreacher...May Merlin bless you, Mom!" He ignored Walburga's roar and drank five glasses at an alarming rate, his blood seemed to be While rapidly losing temperature, his skin became hot.Regulus' vision blurred, and his sight, hearing, and thinking seemed to be failing all at the same time.Then, he staggered and fell down beside the stone basin: "Kreacher..."

The elf let out a broken sob, and it had to step forward to take the cup and scoop up the seventh cup of poison-poison from the basin.Kreacher brought the stone cup to Regulus' lips, forcing his little master to drink it.

"Please..." Regulus groaned, he wanted to stop Walburga from punishing Sirius with the Cruciatus Curse, but he couldn't, he couldn't get close to the two of them, "Don't do that, there's no need..." He Watching Sirius fall down the stairs, he closed his eyes and passed out at the bottom of the stairs, as if dead.Blood came out from his black hair, gradually forming the shape of the Dark Mark...Suddenly, the snake on the Dark Mark started to swim, and it hissed and spittered, approaching another person who was unconscious on the ground—O Livia!

The eighth cup.

Caradoc was chained to the torture tool, his head was hanging down, and he had passed out. The Lestrange brothers splashed ice water on his face. When the captive groaned and slowly woke up, they stretched out their claw Drag him down and pin him to the ground.Regulus stood watching from a distance. He applauded and laughed with the other Death Eaters, but his eyes suddenly went dark, and when the light came back on, he saw that the captive's face had turned into his brother.The Dark Lord was laughing and asking him to join the Lestrange Brothers' game too—

"No!" Regulus screamed, and Kreacher held him tightly and brought the stone cup to his lips:

"Drink this, master, drink this and you'll be fine, be obedient..." Regulus was like a thirsty child, Kreacher's hand trembled violently, the moment the stone cup was empty, Regulus fell to the ground again, his nails scratching the ground.He saw Signus write Olivia's name on the list of the source of life project, and it turned out that this was the final truth, everything in this world is a commodity that can be marked with a clear price for Signus... …

"Are you crazy, stop!" Regulus begged the absent man, "You can do whatever you want, don't do that! I can help you with anything..."

"It's the last drink, master. You are a good boy, and you will definitely do what you promised." Kreacher's voice became rough and hoarse, and it knew what was going to happen next, "Grab my hand , young master..."

But Regulus didn't do it, he pushed Kreacher away and struggled to the water's edge, his throat was burning and he heard his heart pounding.He needed water, and it wasn't water.Regulus blinked in confusion, he saw a magic wand not far away, he needed to use it to save the unconscious Sirius and Olivia.Suddenly, the wand disappeared, becoming a shimmering portkey, and he crawled eagerly towards it, if he could catch it before the light faded, he would be able to escape the Dark Lord with Sirius. castle.Suddenly, the Portkey turned into a quill, and Regulus desperately reached out to grab it. No matter what, at least he could scratch Olivia's name with it...

"Don't believe it, Master!" Kreacher cried and begged, "It's an illusion, don't be fooled by it, Master! Come back, let's go home—Master Regulus!"

However, Regulus' hand had already been immersed in the icy lake water, which made him feel a little clearer and more comfortable... A pale and icy hand slowly grasped his wrist, and under his gaze Skeleton faces float up from the lake.Regulus let out a scream. He struggled to get rid of the bondage of the skeleton, but suddenly the lake was no longer calm, and countless hands and faces emerged from it one by one... "Regulus," the skeleton said with Orion The voice spoke, "You are finally here."

"You're not..." Regulus gasped and denied, "My father..." He struggled weakly.

"Come with me, Regulus." The skeleton's arms wrapped around Regulus' neck and slowly dragged him into the water. "You have come, you can't escape just like us."

When the lake submerged his head, Regulus suddenly woke up. He struggled with all his strength to raise his head and shouted the last words to Kreacher: "Kreacher - finish what you should do!"

The irritated ghouls roared silently, and they stretched out their hands to tightly grasp Regulus's robe, shoulders, and arms, and in a short moment he was dragged into the lake.Kreacher's screams lingered in the cave, but the magic of the house-elf forced it to abandon its master and follow his orders.

Regulus choked, the cold lake water scrambled into his lungs, he instinctively opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make any sound except for a string of bubbles.The ghouls surrounded him and dragged him towards the bottom of the lake. Regulus was suffocated in a few seconds. At the last moment of losing consciousness, he silently chanted Olivia's name from the bottom of his heart. Gave him the courage to face death.

- Four years ago, July 1976, 7 - 11 Grimmauld Place

"Give me back my wand!" 16-year-old Sirius yelled angrily at Walburga standing in the hall, having received a disarming spell on his face without warning a few minutes before he stepped into the house.Orion was looking at him icily, clutching his wand now:

"Go back to your room, Regu." He instructed his younger son, "Your mother and I have something to say to Sirius."

"Maybe he should stay and listen. If there is no accident, he will be the one who will give me orders in ten years." Sirius said recklessly.

"It's good that you know." Walburga's usual beautiful face showed a trace of ferocity, "Go upstairs, Regu."

"Why don't you let him stay—"

"To shut up!"

Walburga and Orion still insisted on not publicly punishing the disobedient eldest son in front of Regulus, but that didn't mean he had never heard of it.Regulus obediently carried his luggage, bypassed the three confronting people and went upstairs, and received a taunt from Sirius as expected.No way, if a family already has a bad boy, another good boy is needed.

The living room fell silent again.

"What are you going to tell me?" Sirius said lazily, crossing his arms nonchalantly, "My nature is hard to change, so stop making unnecessary attempts."

The Blacks took a deep breath at the same time, how much they had hoped for Sirius, and how disappointed they are now.

"You broke my heart," Walburga said, "for what you did in school."

"What do you mean?"

"Stop playing tricks." Walburga laughed sarcastically. "We've reinforced your windows. This summer, maybe you should shut up and think about—"

"What are you thinking? Purity?" Sirius asked back. "One day you will know what absurd road you are on. The Dark Lord you worship is not what you think. He has nothing but his own interests. Caring about anyone, even Bella is just a pawn!"

"Are you sure?" Walburga suddenly softened again, "Sirius, you are still too young now, when you grow up you will understand the power we admire."

Sirius looked at the dramatic Walburga with both a smile and a smile: "I will never associate with evil, don't even think about it."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Sirius' words turned into a scream, and he fell to his knees on the floor with sharp pain in his knees.

"Are you crazy?" Orion whispered, and he pressed Walburga's hand. "He's your son anyway—"

"He's not." Walburga waved him off and replied coldly, "I don't have such a son."

"Then continue." Sirius continued provocatively panting, "It's not the first time anyway, is it? You enjoyed the process...Using the Cruciatus Curse...just like Bellatrix."

Orion yelled in a warning whisper, "Walburga!" before he could say anything more extreme.

His wife and cousin conceded after a moment of hesitation: "Next time I'll use the Killing Curse, Sirius. It will help me fix a mistake... maybe I shouldn't have had you."

The upstairs door was finally closed softly, Regulus spread out his hands, the palms were covered with wet sweat.He suddenly foresees a future where Sirius runs away from home, and Walburga and Orion can lock his windows, but it is impossible to imprison a lion.

"Are you happy listening?" Sirius' voice suddenly came from outside the door, and Regulus was taken aback. He subconsciously kept silent to hide his eavesdropping.Sirius seemed to be whispering into the crack of the door, "So are you going to become a witch like Bella or a hypocrite like Orion—"

Regulus felt himself stabbed: "Anyway, I won't be like you!"

"Of course you won't." Sirius' voice faded away, "You'll never dare to admit that they were wrong."

He was wrong.

They are all wrong.

Now that Regulus had finally learned how to be brave, it wasn't too late, but Sirius was gone.

He no longer has the opportunity to settle his feud with his brother.

- Eight years ago, August 1972, 8 - Lady Malkin's Robe Shop in Diagon Alley

Regulus did not walk into the robe shop alone.The Blake family opened the store in a mighty manner. Orion and Walburga were extremely concerned about their youngest son's schooling, and they almost did everything by themselves. Of course, they had to travel together for the activity of shopping.Walburga even repeatedly warned the eldest son not to cause any trouble on this day.

"Come here and take a measurement, dear." The young witch asked him to stand on a low stool, and the soft ruler stretched out automatically to measure the details of Regulus' figure. He avoided the pursuit of the soft ruler uncomfortably. , which caused a soft laugh from his brother.Regulus blushed in embarrassment, at this moment, a strange voice came from the side:

"newborn?"

Regulus tilted his head and saw a boy about the same age as Sirius, who was walking around behind a row of hangers, holding a newly cut robe in his hands.When Sirius saw the boy, he visibly chuckled.

"Hello, Blake," said the boy without anger, "is this your brother?"

Sirius didn't answer, he jumped off the low stool with ease and went behind to wait for the robe.The boy turned his head to look at Regulus again: "You should meet my sister, she is also a freshman this year."

Following the sound of his words falling to the ground, there was a small whine and the sound of something being knocked over from behind the hanger.The boy immediately ignored the conversation with Regulus, he turned around hastily: "Olivia!"

At this time, the soft ruler also ended its entanglement with Regulus, and he stretched out his head curiously.Satin, tulle and bows piled up from an overturned basket behind the hanger, and the boy was deftly rescuing someone from the pile of fabric.

"I didn't mean to!" declared the little wretch as he ripped off a piece of Bohemian tapestry that had been covering his head. "I don't know why it fell down all of a sudden!"

"I'm sorry, this is my sister." The boy tore off a gorgeous ribbon from his sister's shoulders, "Her name is Olivia, if you take potions classes together in the future, you have to be careful, she always Clumsy."

"Nonsense, Signus, I'm not clumsy at all. I'm just a little uncoordinated!" his sister protested swiftly, her sharp justification faltering at the sight of Regulus.Olivia hopped and hid behind Signus, dragging her body full of ribbons and bows, and asked her brother unabashedly in a voice that Regulus could hear, "Who is he? I haven't seen him. " she asked, staring at Regulus all the time.The tangled ribbons and bows on her body made her look funny, but Regulus couldn't help laughing, he thought she was both sly and innocent:

"My name is Regulus." He offered, "Regulus Black."

They were both 11 years old that year, and they had an extraordinary first meeting.He finally got rid of the teasing of the soft ruler, and when he probed, he saw a vivid face intertwined with silk and silk.

Who said that this is not a glimpse of ten thousand years?

- 17 years later, June 1997, 6 - Hogwarts Castle

He turned the locket over. It wasn't as large and elegant as the one he'd seen in the Pensieve, but it was close enough to its original form.Folded and concealed where the portrait had been, he neither knew nor cared what it meant, except that Dumbledore had died for no reason from a fake Horcrux.Harry clutched the note tightly, tears blurring his vision—

"To the Dark Lord:

I know I'm dead by the time you read this.But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.I have taken the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I'd risk my life for you to meet a mortal who was only flesh and blood when you hit your opponent.

RAB"

He is as quiet as his last name and as fearless as his first name.He neither expects to be a hero nor a sinner.

The stars that belonged to him dimmed quietly in silence.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. It is set that Regulus is not brother control.To him, Sirius represented more of the rebellious self he aspired to be but couldn't be, and the righteous camp he only saw clearly lately.

2. One thing Sirius and Regulus have in common is that the former entered the Lion House, while the latter is the brightest star in the constellation Leo.

3. Olivia is the last beauty for Regulus. When he realized that she was used by Signus as a tool to control him, Regulus finally knew that there is no such thing as perfect and perfect in the world. dusty things.

4. [Fix a mistake]: This sentence was also said by Hyacinth.

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Today, I happened to see a pair of young men and women whizzing by on a motorcycle at the intersection today. Although they didn't see their faces clearly, the feeling of whistling through the downtown area in the night was really similar to that of Hyacinth and Xi Jinping in love. Reese.Especially the girl's long flaxen hair disheveled in the wind and the hands around the boy's waist.

I wish them happiness.

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