Prologue
From a young age, Regulus always knew that his life would end prematurely. His brother Sirius, on the other hand, was destined for greatness as the favored son of the infamous Black family. While Sirius basked in the glow of admiration and privilege, Regulus prepared himself for an early demise. He was always the smartest person in any room he entered, but that intellect only served to remind him of his impending doom - not even reaching 18 years old if he was lucky. Unlike his brother and cousins who reveled in their pure-blood status, Regulus felt like an outsider among his own kin. But when it came to protecting his brother, he was willing to lay down his life without hesitation. At least, until everything fell apart.
November 1st, 1981 was a day that changed everything. What started as a regular day for others was a nightmare for Regulus. It was the day he lost the love of his life to the Dark Lord - or did he? The Aurors found two bodies - supposedly Lily and James Potter - but their infant son, Harry, was never seen again. No body, no trace.
So what really happened that fateful Halloween night?
But why was James considered the love of Regulus's life?
Why did he marry Lily?
These unanswered questions haunted Regulus and gnawed at his very being.
But fear not, my friends, for the truth will come to light. A tale of great love and great sacrifice will be told - tragic like the Greek myths, yet as radiant as the sun itself. Burning with equal parts passion and pain.
Snippet of something that happens in the story:
-Why are you crying? Pathetic and weak you are. Your brother is alive and well. What are you doing here? It is MY brothers funeral. Not yours. So do me a bloody favour and fuck right off into oblivion with the brother you actually like as you always do.
-I have my orders.
-As do I.