Regulus Black (spareheir) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-07-20 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !date: 1997 - july, regulus black |
Who: Regulus Black (guest starring Kreacher)
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Just outside 12 Grimmauld Pl, London
What: Coming home and discovering some things do change.
Rating: PG for possible language
Open/Closed: Closed/Complete
It wasn't, he told himself, as if he'd expected them to still be alive. He certainly hadn't missed them by any stretch of the imagination and of course it would have been impossible for anyone to tell him of their deaths, since everyone thought he was dead himself.
For a moment, he wondered if it wouldn't be easier if that was true. It certainly would hurt less and he would be a lot less angry then he was at the moment.
The austere, grand and alright, if he was being honest, grim, facade of what once had been the ancestral home of a long line of Blacks, mad, sane or otherwise, was now painted in bright, cheerful colors and surrounded by screaming, yelling, sticky children.
Not just children, no. Mudblood children. Orphans. Rudderless chaff that had somehow ended up blowing their way into what had been his home. For a moment, the rage was so deep, so overwhelming that he saw red and his fingers clenched tightly around the wand hidden in the depths of the robes he was swathed in. Surely they wouldn't be missed.
No. He wasn't that person any more. He hadn't ever really been that person. Or so he liked to tell himself when the memories of what he'd done threatened to drown him. Still, coming back, finding his parents dead and finding his former home profaned- well, it was a bit much.
For a moment, he'd been terrified, that they'd all been gone, even Sirius. Until he'd seen, in black and white, on the cheerful sign out front, "Premises donated by our generous benefactor, Sirius Black".
No, his brother was alive then. Alive and rebellious to the end. He could well imagine Sirius' satisfaction in turning their home upside down and turning it into an orphanage. He wondered, vaguely, how Sirius had gotten rid of Mother's portrait.
"Master?" a creaky, raspy voice said from behind him.
"Find him, Kreacher," Regulus said softly. "Find my brother. Discover where he is, what he's doing. How he... fares." Regulus said with a small smirk. "Nothing else. Only find him, observe him, and report back to me. I am evidently going to have to find someplace else to live," he said with one final look at his former home. He patted Kreacher on the shoulder, and shrugged.
He waited only long enough for Kreacher to wink out of existence before he Apparated away, leaving the memories behind him for now.