novus_regulus (novus_regulus) wrote in novus_sceptrum, @ 2009-10-10 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | rating: r, when: october 1999, where: private residence, who: harry potter, who: orion black, who: regulus black, who: remus lupin, who: sirius black |
Characters : Regulus Black, Orion Black, NPC: Kreacher, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter
Date: : October 10th, 1999
Location : Blue Rock Cave, Wales; Grimmauld Place
Rating : Possibly R for violence
Summary : Regulus is going to do something he knows he should have done 20 years ago, and he's going to need help doing it.
Status : Complete
Time was not on Regulus' side, and he knew it.
He had drawn the ire of not only a cousin, but one of the Dark Lord's most trusted and fanatical servants. Bellatrix was psychotic and reactive and she was paired with Rodolphus, who was calm and devious, who had an on-call bounty hunter in Evan, who enjoyed his job far too much. They were tied closely with Lucius Malfoy through Narcissa, and of course there was always Rabastan to worry about.
Regulus could only imagine what kind of slander would be going on now, but to be honest he didn't care. The Black family had once produced individuals of the highest caliber, leaders and wizards of action, and all that lot had done for the bloodline was turn it into one of lap dogs to a solitary dark wizard. It was a good thing none of them carried the name, at this point he'd poison them all before he let them pass it on to a generation bred to kneel down before someone else.
He supposed these feelings had been simmering under the surface for a long time. He'd long felt like he was still a teenager, trapped in a house where he did not agree with the goings on but didn't have it in him to ac against it. Now he finally had acted out, and quite frankly, he was mildly terrified.
But he was not a fool, nor was he incompetent. He supposed he had known this was coming, subconsciously, it was the only reason he could think of why he would have leased this vacation home under a different name five years ago. Or why he'd taken Arcturus' trust and Lunaria's assets after their deaths and liquidated much of it into random expensive jewelry to make it untracable, or why the rest as well as large chunks of his own assets had been slowly stored away in Galleons, in safe deposit boxes all across the country over the last fifteen years. Some part of him had known the way he was living was wrong and that something would happen to change it.
That was why he was standing here outside of this cave, looking up at the cavern's yawning mouth, with his nephew to his right and a trembling House Elf to his left. He took a deep breath and walked into the darkness, feeling his hackles rise as he waited for his eyes to adjust. This place had known magic, and very dark magic at that. He went about twenty yards before he found himself at a dead end.
"Where to from here?"
His voice echoed in the darkness, but aside from that and the soft sounds of Orion slowly moving around the edge of the space there was nothing. Lighting his wand with a soft "Lumos!" he turned and looked around, finding Kreacher practically curled up into a little ball. Sighing heavily he made his way over and crouched down in front of the frightened elf.
"I know that you know this place," he said quietly. "I know that something awful that you don't wish to speak of happened to you here. You've done enough, Kreacher, by coming back to me twenty years ago. That was the last order I ever gave you and the last I ever will give you. I'm not going to make you go ahead with us, not by command or by physical force. But Kreacher, I'm asking you, please. Tell me where I have to go and what I have to do."
Kreacher curled up tighter, the old Elf's body shaking like a leaf.
"B-b-blood," he finally spat, as if just saying it hurt him. "M-m-master Regulus must pay b-blood to p-pass!"
He whimpered, and Regulus left it at that. He would not force the terrified House Elf to relive whatever the Dark Lord had forced him to do two decades ago. He and Orion would figure the rest out on their own.
"Ready, then?" He asked his nephew, pulling a knife out of his boot and drawing the blade across his hand. Blood welled up immediately as he made his way to the wall. "Remember what I told you. If anything happens and I tell you to get the hell out, you get the hell out. You get out of here and you go to Albus Dumbledore, you tell him what we came for and where to find it. They'll lose time figuring out a way to get it, perhaps time they don't have, but if we fail here at least they will eventually get it."