Regulus Arcturus Black (te_regulus) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-09-07 09:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | * september 2001, - complete, harry potter, regulus black, ron weasley |
RP: You did what?
Date: 5 September, 2001 (Back dated)
Characters: Regulus Black, Harry Potter
Location: Grimmauld Place (eventually)
Private/Public: Private
Rating:
Warnings: None
Summary: Regulus is back and wants his house.
Completion: Complete
It was like travelling by Portkey, the same terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, and then he was back in the cave, except... He should have been dead. He should have been... but no amount of should have been explained the fact that he wasn't dead, and he was back in this horrid alley, which smelled terribly of death and decay. He remembered that night, when Lord Voldemort himself had faced him. He didn't want to kill him, not without knowing exactly what he knew about the horcrux and what he had done, but Regulus had said nothing, kept the secret, hoping to buy some more time. He remembered the Cruciatus ripping through him until the light changed colour, turning green, almost a bliss and then... He still wasn't dead.
He wanted to go home, but now that he was not dead, he rather wanted to stay that way. Going straight home wasn't an option. If Lord Voldemort had spoken to his parents, he'd be dead the moment he walked into the house. No, there was only one way to do this. "Kreacher!" he called, and to his relief, the house elf appeared
"Master," the house elf whispered, almost in awe. "Oh, Kreacher be so happy to see Master... but how could it be? Master be dead."
"Yes, yes, I should be, I'm not," he answered, cutting off the elf. "How are my parents? Do they know of our little mission?"
The elf shook his head. "They do not. Kreacher kept secret from them, but they be dead."
"The Dark Lord killed them?" he asked, trying to make sense. It couldn't be, it was what-" He looked up at the sky and dawn was almost coming. Four, five hours at the most.
Kreacher shook his head. "No, they be die naturally."
"Then I can go home," he said, almost reassured, and he probably shouldn't be so happy about this, but he was alive, and he had a safe place to hide. No one could get inside Grimmauld Place. "Let's go home, Kreacher."
"But, Master-"
"Later." He was in a rush to go home and be safe. He Disapparated, before the elf could say more. In moments, he was within the safe confines of his home.