She had denied it up until the last possible moment, telling herself that Regulus was about to mail her the letter telling her of how he finally ran from his insufferable family and horrid mother. But it seemed like time finally caught up to her, it had been too long since the last time anyone had seen or even heard from Regulus.
Pandora’s best friend was gone, her other half was gone, likely dead and if not yet then soon to be. The one person who had been there for her since she had been sorted was never going to be there again.
Never going to help her come up with new spells, never see the family she wanted to build, the same one she had wished he could be a part of in the hope that he would finally see what a real family was like and how they treated you. Because family doesn’t shoot curses at you to show their love or lock you in cupboards when you do something that slightly inconveniences them.
A family wishes you the best, and holds you with care. But he’ll never get it because in his family love is a weakness, and family means nothing in the face of power and superiority. Because in his family the only thing he had ever gotten was the Cruciatus in the middle of holiday breaks when you should be having fun.
The only type of love and care Regulus had been given was when he came back to Hogwarts, when he finally saw Pandora and she cared for him and made sure he never got hurt or worsened his injuries.
Standing in front of his empty grave so soon after graduation hurt, she had so many plans, so many dreams for the long life they should have lived. But instead she’s hurt, alone and crying all because of a stupid war he never asked to be in. All because his power hungry mother thought she needed to suck up to a homicidal maniac.
It was a normal morning when they had wondered which of them would die first. Just a simple question, something she didn’t think she would ever get the answers to. She hoped she would die first because she didn’t know how to live in a world without Regulus, without the boy she relied on. She never thought she would have to learn how to so soon after. She wishes she could go back to moments only they knew of, in places they used to love.
She hated this world, for taking him too soon, for putting him in a family that didn’t care, for the hurt he experienced before he died.