Regulus Blacks life was one of misfortune, to be born into the regel family Black is to be born with the weight of strict, unfair standard resting on your shoulders, he got it and so did his brother but Sirius seemed to have a better handle on it, a better understanding of how to deal with the weight, the younger sadly didn't seem to bare this understanding and often fell to the pressures pushed onto him by his parents, especially when he was sorted into slytherin house his first year of Hogwarts, all of the pressure, all of the expectations that were once shared between the two brothers now hanging singularly in front of him like a noose ready to take his breath, to slowly suffocate him till all sign of life leaves his already tortured eyes and standing beside the lever ready to pull the floor beneath him stood the two people who were ment to nurture and love him...and standing by watching the show with an unbothered mind his own brother...how cruel his life was...to be delt such a hand at birth
He was life's favourite joke
Every time the boy found himself in peace he always reminded himself that he was not deserving of such things as happiness, peace or simple life pleasures, his dull eyes a constant painting of the storm that rages within his mind, within his heart...since he was little he was always trying to prove himself to his family, to show them he was not some meaningless burden placed upon them but no matter what he was never good enough for his parents...but once word got to the family of the eldest son being placed in Griffindor, a house filled with blood traitors, muddbloods and wizard and witches the purebloods see as simply beneath them, once that happened suddenly Regulas had meaning in his parents eyes, he was now their only child in their eyes, how naive of him to have wanted such a thing
Their words became more harsh, and their disappointment became more evident, and yet he still did not rebel...no he was nothing like his brother...no...no matter how twisted and dark may his parents be he will still be stuck by their side, after all what else could he do? He had no one, his brother hated him, he didn't have the friends that the elder boy have either, all he had was the burden of a name and the tainted blood of his kin, he lived an isolated life, his company kept within the pages of books, the words sprawled upon the pages did not stare at him with disappointment and disregard, the words did not torment him with every breath that leaves his scared body
Regulus Black did not live a life of pleasantries, no he was marked by death, he was dark at mind...maybe that was why the Dark Lord laid his eyes on the boy, perhaps this will be his life meaning