Velvet Bond

Christmas 1977

"Tomorrow you'll take the mark. The Dark Lord was kind enough to let someone like you be marked at only sixteen. Maybe you'll really bring some honor and pride to our family at the end."

His body froze. He felt a shiver along his back. He couldn't believe at his mother words.
No. No he didn't want to.
No- he was not- he was not ready. He couldn't-

Not yet, not yet, not yet.

He was hyperventilating, his hands were trembling, it was too late? How could he escape? How could he run away? How could he ditch this? How could he oppose to that? It was no pride, it was no honor, just a path of violence and guilt.

How, how, how?

He didn't want that, he didn't want to be a Death Eater, he didn't want to kill innocents, he didn't want to take part to all of that, he was only sixteen, he just-
Please, please, please- just a little more time.
He needed only a little more time.

He was not stupid enough to believe that this moment would not come, with his brother out of the house he was certain that they would not let him escape too, they would have prevented it by any means.
A disgrace already fell on the house, they couldn't afford two.

But- he thought he had a little more time.
He thought he had until he was seventeen, like everyone else, why would he be special? Why the Dark lord was doing this to him? He didn't want it now, a year was a lot for someone who had his days counted down. A year was everything.

In a year he could see James and Lily leave school and without having to sustain their accusing looks, the disgusted gaze on his body as he walked on the school ground, as he stopped to take some food, as he stargazed on the Astronomy Tower.

Regulus thought he had more time- just a little more. A year, 365 days, he asked nothing else. Just to be of age. Just to be old enough.

He hadn't even said goodbye to them one last time.
He hadn't even told them how much he loved them one last time.
They just took their ways, wishing themself a happy Christmas despite knowing full well that it would be different for Regulus, that he would support their rage, their disgust, but nothing like this.
They didn't think he would get marked.
He didn't think his parents would get him marked.

And he already knew that after the mark everything would change.
After the mark- he would become what they most feared, what they most hated, what they most tried to prevent.

And he almost laughed, to think that a year and a half earlier he had blindly believed in the cause but now he was sweating at the mere thought of attending one of their meetings.

No, no, no-
Please don't.
Not yet.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He was just so stupid.
He hated feeling so weak, he resented himself for not having enough power to defeat them, to escape, to go away from that house.
And he hated Sirius.
Even though Regulus was the one who made him go away he hated that he actually did it. Why did he have to go through this alone?

And he hated the fact that even if Sirius forgot Regulus so easily, regulus on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about him. He couldn't stop thinking about the fact that if his brother was here he would find comfort in his arms once again.
Even after everything they said to each others.

Because he was weak, weak, weak.

He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes. He couldn't cry. He couldn't panic. Blacks didn't panic. Blacks didn't. But again, that wasn't true. He was still a Black, was he not? He was the fucking heir, right? And he cried. Sometimes he panicked , too. Sometimes he felt too much and some other too less.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

"Regulus? What the hell are you thinking about? What are you doing?" His mother snapped him out of his mental break down and he saw that she was calling him from quite some time.
She didn't like when he was disrespectful.

"I don't want to take it. I'm not ready. I'm still in school. I'm only sixteen." he tried to say, they did have it so why should he?
He didn't want the mark.
But his mother eyes burst into flames and his father started laughing.

"You can't possible want anything Regulus. Because you are nothing. You'll take the mark and you'll take it gladly, say thank you My Lord at the end."

You’re nothing. Nothing. Nothing

Maybe they were right and he was not worthy of carrying the Black surname. Useless. Worthless. Replaceable. They were right, after all.
But he didn't want that.
He really didn't.
He just wanted to disappear.

"No I don't think I will" he whispered, trying to hide behind his thoughts. He was so scared and his heart was beating so furiously that he could die right there.
And maybe-
Maybe it was better-
Better than see the people he loved watched him with disgust.

"Excuse me, Regulus. What did I say about mumbling? I don't like when you do it and it's not proper for a Black heir, right Orion?"
His father smiled, and when he smiled it was something unsettling.
It meant trouble.
It meant a night of punishment and suffering.

"I. don't. think. I. will." He repeated before he could stop himself.
Had he gone mad?
Oh Merlin- they'll kill him, they'll kill him- but he wanted to try he wanted for the first time in his life give his opinion, he wanted his brother to be proud of him. He wanted to see Sirius's eyes and say, 'Hey big bro, I did it! I'm not the coward you think I am, I actually did it!'

"Oh- you are talking now?" His mother was making fun of him, watching his as if he was the dirtiest shit on the floor and not her son.
He didn't want to cry- he didn't- he didn't-
"What do we do in these circumstances Orion?"

"We'll make him understand that he has no choice. We'll make him beg for death- we'll make him regret every word. Because you'll. not. be. another. Disappointment."

And then he did what he was really good at. He spiraled.
Regulus went in to his own head.
He took out his own wand trying to fight, he never did something like that. Never. Never fight them. He couldn't to do like Sirius did. He always fought with them and they almost killed him for it, because they were right. Always.

But his mind was not working- the fear was overtaking him. His head was spinning around, his breath was taking him.
Sirius, Sirius where are you?
I'm scared

"What are you doing, Regulus!" his mother’s voice echoed through the walls. But she was not worried, she was almost laughing. He was just a joke to her. A clown. A thing to adjust at their will. A puppet.

“Leave me alone!” he yelled, feeling his thoughts crumble.
This is too much, too much, too much.
I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it!
"I don't want it!"

Regulus couldn’t breathe.

"Don’t talk to your mother like this!" The cold eyes of his father pierced his soul.
Fear crept into his veins, eating him alive. "You won’t bring shame to this family! You'll take the mark willingly!"

“Fuck you!”

"Crucio!" Regulus screamed. It was not his mother who pointed the want at him.
It was his father.
Never his father used an unforgivable on them, he preferred the physical pain, the punches, the kicks, the blood splattered on the floor.

Stop, make it stop.

“Make it stop!” he sobbed. “Please.”
He thought he could suffer more, he couldn't resist more but the pain was too much, too much, too much.

“You’re weak!” His father’s voice sounded distant, like part of a feverish dream. "We didn't raise weak children. This will be your every day life from today if you don't do what we want you to."

The took turns, he didn't know how much time they went on but he vomited near his body at a certain point, the pain becoming overwhelming.
The trembling was unstoppable, his mind couldn't think about other things if not pain. The slices on his body were spilling a lot of blood out of him, his parents usually chose between Crucio or the diffindo curse who cut him open and made him bleed. They liked to see him in pain, the floor covered by his blood.

Pain, pain, pain.

They experimented on his body, they took pleasure in taking him apart, in saying him bed for forgiveness, beg for their mercy, beg for- for everything to stop.
Beg to die.
But they listened and laughed it off because they had to teach him a lesson, he had to learn to never disappoint them.

And in a weak moment he even asked for his brother, for Sirius, to save him, to bring him out of that house, that he was sorry, to forgive him- and well- that really made them angry. They went even more ballistic.
Regulus couldn't speak about traitors.
Regulus shouldn't speak about traitors.

His mother ended the curse. “You’re a disappointment to this family!”
Regulus breathed, rolled himself into a ball, shivering. If he didn’t move, maybe they would leave him alone, maybe the pain would pass, maybe he could breathe again.
“We thought you were different,” his mother continued. “But you are actually worse than your brother, he wasn't a coward like you.” Orion kicked him and he felt a loud crack somewhere, he couldn't distinguish anymore the various part of his body, it was only a ball of pain.

“Crucio!”
Regulus’ screams broke through the walls around him. His body was torn apart, his mind shattered into pieces. Pain crushing him again and again and again.

Regulus screamed, his voice hoarse. “Make it stop. Please father. Stop. I'll be good. I'll be good, I'll take the mark tomorrow. I'll do anything, I swear, I swear!”

“You’re no son of mine!” His father put more weight on his chest, this time there was blood running down his mouth, his nose, everywhere

Regulus tried to breathe, but there was no air..
The pain got worse, burning through his nerves, darkness filling up his soul, shattering, breaking, destroying, tearing him apart.
He dissolved into little tiny pieces.
How would he ever put himself together again?

How he will be the same again?
After all this how?
He wasn't left with an ounce of humanity in him.
He really was a nothing.

That night he lost every ounce of innocence that was in his body.

"Get your blood off the floor. For tomorrow I want it all to shine. And Kreacher, if you help him, I will know." Mother never liked mess so obviously he had to wash everything off.

They finished.
They just ruined a person but they didn't care.
They just ruined their son's life but they just didn't care.
They went to sleep sweet dream while their son was vomiting and trembling and dying under their roof, in the living room.

But well- he understood something- tomorrow he would take the mark.
He would be their little prince.
He would be perfect.
He just- just- asked to stop the pain, he couldn't bear anything else-

"Master Regulus- you need to wash the blood- Kreacher can't help you- but- you need-" He always loved Kreacher, he was the only one who would remain after tomorrow.

He drifted in and out of consciousness while Kreacher talked about something.
The elf kept talking even when he saw that Regulus wasn't responding back, even when he saw the state he was in, Regulus didn't really understand him, but he didn't care anymore. This was better than-

Blackness was taking him.
He felt at peace for the first time.
He was almost happy.

"Master Regulus! Master Regulus! Please wake up! Kreacher doesn't know what to do. Master Regulus is bad, really bad."

He tried to speak, to say that his body couldn't take anything anymore, that his body wasn't responding to him, and maybe he was really dying- he didn't know for sure but he was trembling too much and he really thought that his parents damaged his nerves, too many unforgivable.

"Master Regulus is no good- Master Regulus needs a healer- please order Kreacher to get a healer, please Master Regulus"

Regulus tried to tell him that he couldn't- he tried to tell Kreacher that it would put him in danger that he didn't want him to die but some blood splattered from his mouth.

"Master Regulus can Kreacher get a healer?"
No. No you can't-
They'll know.
They always know.
And the healer will talk.

"Where did the blood traitor went?" Kreacher asked to himself, not really speaking to Regulus anymore. But he blob out a sob thinking about Sirius.
And then he thought about James.
James, James, James.

"No, Kreacher doesn't care. Kreacher will not go to the blood traitor house, with his blood traitors parents. Kreacher will do in his own way."
With a loud plop Kreacher got away and Regulus wasn't even able to ask him what he meant, to thank him, to say goodbye before he drifted into black.

His heart stopped for some seconds.

It was peaceful.
So peaceful.

"Oh- oh Merlin- Don't-" someone was crying.
Regulus felt like his soul was fluctuating out of him.
This must be death.
No one in his house cried for him since his brother got away, so it was the only conclusion he could get.

"Don't die please, please, please - what- did they do Kreatcher? I need to know to heal him." A hand was touching him and it was gentle- why gentle?

"Kreacher doesn't know. Kreacher came here after. But Kreacher thinks that Master Regulus didn't want the take the mark" he heard a hiss and a curse and he didn't understand who was talking.

"Regulus please, come back to us- please, please, please-"
Regulus felt a shock on his body and he had a spasm, his eyes opened and his heart started to beat again, there was a figure above him but it was too dark and he was too weak to see clearly.

"Kreac' wat'did yu'd?" He slurred those words, they didn't meant anything in his hears, his voice was estranged, but Kreatcher must have understood him because he answered at his question.

"Kreacher did what Kreacher had to do" not an ounce of regrets in his elf's words.

"They'll kill you. They'll kill me." he whispered, his breathing came more easily, he could finally inhale, his lungs were free. He sobbed a bit for the stress of the evening replacing the sudden calm that he felt. Someone healed him.

"Oh sweetheart shhh- you are safe now- sleep some more- poor soul- so young-" he felt a hand caressing his hair and he whimpered in pain and in shock. How much since someone did this to him? Since someone took care of his injuries?

"We gotta try to get him out(...)- I'll ask (...). He can't be(...) watch him! (...)He died for(...)" the foreign voice who was crying was talking to someone else and he finally understood that there were two figures above him, but he couldn't comprehend them.

It was too tiring to put the words together.
Maybe his parent really damaged his brain.

He tried to watch again, who had Kreatcher called? But he drifted in to blackness too soon so- guess he'll never know.

Regulus woke up on the floor, there was still some blood on it and around his head, but it was now dry, so he wasn't actively bleeding.
But above all - he was breathing and he was still alive.
And he was also in better condition than the night before.
The tremors were still there and they were a lot, his head hurt like hell and he couldn't move comfortably, but there didn't seem to be any obvious fractures either, unlike what he had thought the night before.

Maybe they hadn't been as cruel as he thought.

With his wand he managed to remove the last traces of blood before his mother woke up and then he went to prepare himself.
To make himself pretty and adequate.
The little doll they wanted.

Because today it was the big day.
Today he would take the mark.
And he wasn't going to complain.

Yesterday night served him right- he thought to be stronger that he actually was- he thought to be more powerful but at the end of the day his parents were- a lot. Yesterday night un understood how weak he still was and how mush he had to improve to get out from that house.
He was not kidding anymore.
They had to watch their backs because he will come one day and he will kill all of them.

But right now he couldn't disappoint them.
Not again.

He couldn't suffer like yesterday.
Not again.

Instead he would take the mark with a big grin on his mouth.
And so he did.

He didn't shivered when the dark magic entered in his veins.
He didn't complain when Voldemort made him suffer more than the others because he had to prove himself.
He didn't faltered when Voldemort asked him if he was under any Imperio curse when he didn't show any grimace.

But Regulus was the heir of the black House.
So it was obvious that he was really into the cause.

Regulus took all that with a smile on his face.
Because it didn't matter anymore.
He was none other than an empty shell.

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Regulus snapped out from those memories, trying to clam his thrumming heart and his hands that were trembling. He put his tie more tightly around his neck, as if to want to suffocate himself, as if to bring physical pain to himself- in that way the memories would not take over him again.
Better than that

"Are you ready?" Barty asked while Regulus was preparing to go out.

"Are you sure?" This one was Evan.

Two different questions but hiding a world behind.
Regulus rolled his eyes at the request of his two best friends.
"What are you worried about?" He fake-smiled at them trying to get comfort in his own words.

"I don't know - the last time you told us that everything was going to be fine you were almost killed and you are still recovering, so sorry for not believing you right away. But this time listen to me, I'm not going to pick you up full of blood again. I'm gonna sit here today and not give a shit about anything."

Regulus sighed, by now he had known Barty long enough to understand what he really meant.

He wasn't going to pick him up because he wasn't going to get hurt.
He wasn't going to pick him up because he had to assure him that he would be safe.
Behind that character of mistrust and bluster, Barty was really concerned for him and his safety, and this was just his way of showing it.

"I'm just going to visit my parents, a dear visit after months of not setting foot in that house, nothing bad will happen," Regulus shrugged, already anticipating the moment.

He didn't really know that for certain, his parent were mad so- yeah- it was like playing at "The Russian Roulette" with muggle weapons. Once Regulus was reading this book of poetry about soldiers in the muggle Great War and he asked Lily about their weapons and how their worked and that saying really stuck with him since then.
How odd they were, they always found weird ways to test their life like they were immortals.

Barty snorted.
"Dear visit in hell, hope you kill them in their sleep" he mumbled seriously and Regulus smiled. Seeing that if he really did something like that- like killing his parents- his best friend would not be horrified by him, made his heart clench in a way now foreign to him.
Not that he was thinking of doing so.
Or well- maybe a little.

"The only thing they deserve" Regulus hummed to himself, a weird anxiety was taking over him, he didn't want it, he didn't want to be scared of them again, he didn't want to be that helpless child anymore, but- well- his instinct were getting at him.

Had he not visited his parents since he had turned eighteen and left Hogwarts?
Of course.
Was that because he was scared of facing them?
Sure. They were sick, and after his brother's escape they had gone crazy, so better for him to leave.

But now he was ready to return in a big way, he had trained, he had matured and he would face at least two of the many demons in his life.
And today he would win.
He had to.
If he wanted to finish this fucking war he had to.
He had to become what they had trained him for.
The mighty and powerful Lord Black.

He smiled, his white teeth appearing on the mirror, he licked his lips, he was going for blood, so he hoped he would get some.
They trained a wolf, so they should at least expect to be eaten.

"I know you are thinking about something Regulus. Barty will not say this on his mother grave, but please- just be safe, okay? We need you to- to continue the search about those things okay?" Evan was the best one of them.

He really didn't deserve all that hate that his family gave to him.
He and his twin Pandora were the last of five brothers and well- they were pretty violent. With them there was the rule of the woods.
The strongest won everything.
And- and let's just say that Evan and Pandora had a heart too big for that family and it didn't go very well for them.

Pandora didn't deserve even them and the pain they caused her.

He shut down that voice. That fucking voice who was constantly reminding him of his mistakes, of James, Lily, Pandora, Dorcas. Everyone.

But he didn't have time.
Not for regret.
He regretted nothing.

"Don't worry guys, I'm only going to do what I had time ago. This day had to come and now it's the best. With Voldemort out we need to have access everywhere."

"Oh fuck- are you going to kill him and become Lord Black, right?" Barty opened his eyes wide, getting up from the couch and the he smiled widely. regulus smiled at him, always so witty and smart. "Fucking brilliant" Barty laughed to himself "Next one is my father- let's start this trail of patricide." There was a glint of excitement in Barty's eyes- something that he got a very few times, when he found something appealing and not extremely boring.

"Good riddance for you Reg. If you need help just send us-" and then Evan stopped himself. He wasn't able to send a patronus.
He wasn't able since all his memories were tainted.

Half of his good memories of his childhood disappeared when Sirius got away and the other half when he left Lily and James.
It was too painful.
The love he felt for them was- was ruined by the harsh word they shared at the end.
The happiness he felt when he was with them- well- it was now disappeared.
He had started to think that there had to be a hole instead of his heart.

"I'll be good. I'm better now and stronger than them." Regulus had a lot of exercise, even with dark magic and non-verbal spells so- well- he was not the scared child he was three years ago. "Don't worry" he said looking ahead of himself.
He had decided. He was good. He could do it.

He didn't believe in regrets.

"We'll be here when you'll return- if- if you need some comfort" Evan whispered hugging him. Regulus' arms remained stood along his body but Evan didn't care. "It'll be okay if you will need some. He was your father nonetheless of what he did"

And- he scoffed.
Because that man- didn't deserve an ounce of compassion.
Didn't deserve an ounce of sadness.
He smiled knowing well that the only thing he would feel for his father's death was relief.

"I'll be good, but thanks Evan"

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"Oh it's you"
After months of not seeing your own son those were the first words his mother spoke to him. Regulus rolled his eyes. He didn't miss that.

"Sorry to disappoint, I can go and return the next year" he said bored not caring at all about their annoying look. Even though he said that he entered his own house not waiting for a real answer.
He was there now.
So fuck them and let's do that.

"You are already here, so drink a cup of tea with us"

"Regulus you have nothing better to do than be here? The Lord didn't give you to do at all?" And well- he really fought the urge he had of rolling his eyes again because who did his father think he was?
Did the Lord ever called him?
No.
Did the Lord trusted him?
No.
Regulus, he himself, was the only reason of their current success.
So- just shut the fuck up.

"Funny to hear that from you" and Orion froze but he just fake-smiled at him and went in the kitchen to prepare some tea.

"This is not acceptable for a Black. You can't do your own tea, let the creature do something for once" and his mother called Kreacher.
He squeezed the kettle in his hands angrily. His mother would not talk like that about Kreatcher. But then he had to calm down, taking a deep breath.
Think of the future Regulus. Think ahead.

I hate them, I hate them, I hate them
But again, for hating someone it meant that one actually cared for them and he didn't. So he didn't know how to call this emotions he was feeling right now, nothingness maybe.

"Take a seat Regulus, tell us about your missions. Are you satisfying our Lord?"

"Did The Dark Lord give you any? I heard the Crouch son is one of his most favorite candidate. The one who took more owls than you."

Regulus frowned at the memory.
When they heard from a reliable source that Regulus failed one of his owls and that the Crouch son succeeded in all of them, they beat him to a pulp.
Regulus was such a disappointment. As always. It didn't metter that he took the other eleventh perfectly, they always saw the only one who didn't do perfectly.

But today he wasn't here to do something pretty talk with them.
Today he had a mission.
"It's going flawless, and you are asking me as if Bella isn't snitching you all sort of information."

Kreacher came with the cup of tea and he quickly put some poison in his father tea, handiwork. Kreacher watched him with the corner of his eyes and Regulus winked at him.

"You must be more submissive. She said the Lord is not happy with your stubbornness. Just play along and be what he asks you to be." Orion grip his cup and he was scared he would actually broke the cup sending his plan to utterly shit.

"You know? I don't understood why we are loyal to another man. Blacks don't take orders from anyone. You said that a lot during my life. I'm just following your teachings, are you not happy?" He sipped his cup of tea, smiling slightly when he watched his father doing the same.

"It's about the power Regulus, even after all this years you still don't know anything."

"I know enough to not be under him like a little pawn. To not call him My Lord anymore. I'm on my own now, and I will take orders from nobody."

"Regulus" his mother stopped drinking, getting up from her seat and walking towards him slowly. "You can't say things like this, not in this house, not under our supervision."

"Fortunately I won't be under your supervision for long" he finally smiled widely, putting his cup down and walking in circle around them.

"Regulus, what-" but he moved his hand and with a non-verbal spell he mouthed his mother. Thanks Merlin- a little quiet- he needed to talk and with her it was impossible.

He turned to watch them he wanted to see them crumbling in fear underneath him, he wanted them to sperimenta what he did that night, he wanted them to watch him scared, afraid, in pain.
He wanted them to bleed.
He wanted blood.

"Now- now- now" he said clicking his tongue on his palate. "Don't make those faces, you are pitiful. And Blacks can't be pitiful, right?"

"Regulus" his father got up but he struggled to stay right.
He wanted to make him bleed a bit but he chose for poison.
It was hard to find some traces of it and he chose something that could bland with his father's heart problems.

So no one would suspect anything. A disgrace happened on the House of Black, Regulus lost his father so young, but he was sick so- it happens.

So he couldn't beat him to a pulp and actually hide the fact, not like he could do with poison. His cousins would surely suspect something and since his cover was still sound and intact- well- he didn't want Orion to be the person that fucked it all up.

His father had already done enough damage, hadn't he?

"Regulus- what did you do?" Orion stumbled again and it was really satisfying.

"Listen to me you coward piece of shit who takes out on your scared and underaged son" he took Orion's head and he smashed it on the wall with enough strength to make him bleed but not enough to make him faint.
In the last moment of his live Orion had to be conscious and aware of who killed him.
Aware of his power.
Scared of him.

And yes- he liked what he found.
He liked that expression- it was absolutely delightful.

"You made me like this. You should have expected it. Everyone in your position would have expected this from the son you abused for years, but not you. You were too sure about your little spineless Regulus, about his nothingness, about his weak side, so you didn't do nothing. You expected nothing from me, only submission. But I must thank you because here we are, now. Me above you."

"Regulus- you didn't" Orion breathed heavy against his skin "ever do anything for me to understand-" and Regulus laughed and laughed again. But it seemed something more horrendous. "I didn't know- why-"

"Why should I have told you? So I could receive some more torture? You are naive and stupid and for this you'll be killed in your own house by your son. How fitting, right?"

This time Orion laughed. "You are so strong that you used poison to kill me, you didn't even fight me with your wand."

"Oh- well- I see your accusation. But you must understand that I am more aware of you of how these things works. If you want to attract attention beat your own father to a pulp and people will come here by the dozen. I don't need that. I have work to do, Voldemort to defeat."

"If you think you can really beat him, you are stupider than me"

"Oh I already did, dear father. Right now he's lying unconscious in Bella's house. It was quite the vision if you ask me" and this time he really saw the terror in his eyes. Orion paled visibly and he laughed again, showing his teeth.

"You are mad, you can't be serious" he stuttered while blood started to coming out from his mouth. The poison did his job. Good.

"You made me like this" he whispered "and Sirius was my brother, the same guy that you almost killed some years ago, and I'm here even for his revenge. I'm only sorry he couldn't see you like this, so scared."

"You-" Orion widened his eyes, this was the last thing he said before Regulus left him and Orion dropped dead on the floor of their kitchen, thinking about Sirius in his latest moment. Won-der-ful.

Regulus unmuted his mother, he had to talk to his father without his shrilling voice in his ears. The final act of his play was starting.

"What- what did you-" his mother watched him whit wide eyes and the his father who was on the floor. "What did you do, you disgrace, you monster! You think you are better than us?" She laughed hysterically and what a vision, she was going out of her mind.

"Oh drop the formalities, you always hated him" he returned to his place, sipping the bit of tea who remained in the cup, watching his mother with knowing eyes. What to do with her? She couldn't surely kill her, both of his parents death in one day?
Suspicious.

"I'm going to make you pay for this" she took out her wand but he quickly flip that away with a move of his hand, quite bored.
She wasn't the powerful witch she thought to be.

"Carefully there, I'm the Lord now. Don't want to ruin the holiness of the family, right? I'm the head, so show some respect."

"You? Lord? I should have killed you the moment I discovered I was pregnant" she spat at his feet and he smiled unbothered.

"Ow- pity you didn't do that, you would have spared a lot of my and your time." he fake pouted to his mother.

"Kreacher!" She called and he came. "Kill him- I order you! Kill him"
And Regulus laughed.
He was the Lord Black.
She was a nothing.
Nothing, he spell the word with his lips, he liked that. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

"You are not the head of the house. Lord Regulus is, so Kreacher can't do that."

"Exactly Kreacher, thank you Kreacher." He started tipping his fingers on the table "You have now to help me decide what to do with her" and he saw the horror in his mother eyes.
He thought he would be more satisfied but in reality he felt only empty.
Pity- his younger self would have loved that.

"Yes Lord Regulus, I'm at your orders Lord Regulus."

"I can't kill her now, you know? I mean- two deaths in one day? That's not quite right. Even though I would like to. But I could easily say that you went mad. My father's death brought to you really sadness and you couldn't endure his loss, right Maman? I'll not even be faking that, you are mad from quite some time but no one even mentioned it. Who brought disrespect on our family? Me or you?"

"Go to hell and burn in there!" She tried one lat time to get to him, to scratch his face and then kill him with a butter knife ? fuck- he aspected a little more from his mother, form the woman who tainted his sleep with nightmares. "Die! You have to die! You disgrace! You are a disappointment!"

"Oh, I will go to hell, but not before of you." He smiled again, shutting her out completely, his mother now lying near his father.
He watched dover them bored, looking at their library to see if he found something.
Boring- annoying-

"Kreacher can you carry her in the attic? And keep her locked and barely alive for when I'll decide what to do with her? I don't want to know anything. Only if she die" Kreacher bowed his head and did what he told him to.

"Now, now, now, what to do? We have to organize a funeral dear mother of mine, I'm sorry you'll not be able to attend it, but don't worry I'll take care of everything." He smiled one last time before disappearing, his next destination already figured out.