the first day was hard. Regulus did nothing but stare outside from what was once Sirius’s bedroom window. as a kid, he had been so tremendously jealous of his room — seeing as it looked over the street that was alive, rather than the pity view from his own room; the sad backyard.

their rooms and the views of them were almost like themselves, in a way.

Sirius’s room had a nice view, despite his room being, originally, very plain. the room looked over on the muggle life. people were dancing, singing, having snowball fights in wintertime. Sirius was there to see all the fun. sometimes he’d sneak out, join them — pretend he was one of them.

until of course their mother found out. Regulus couldn’t even remember what she had done.

one time, Sirius had bought a magazine, torn the pictures out of them and hung them on his wall with a spell so they wouldn’t be able to be removed — he did the same with his Gryffindor banner. he had only done it to rebel, Regulus had known that since the beginning. almost everything Sirius had ever done was out of rebellion.

Regulus’s room was sad, it matched the view. it was grey, boring. almost the same as his entire childhood had been, it must have somehow made its way into the appearance of his bedroom over the years.

Regulus turned around, facing the just mentioned photographs. he could see why Sirius had liked them, the girls were surely pretty. he let out a chuckle, that sounded hollow in the empty house. he had send out Kreacher to get some food, normally he’d do it himself — but he didn’t even feel like getting up.

despite it being summer, and despite him having the full freedom to do whatever he wished now, Regulus didn’t even want to go do something. he surely had enough people to visit;

Sirius and Remus had moved to a small town, somewhere in Norfolk. apparently they lived close to sea now. Regulus had found it strange — Seeing as Sirius was a people person; he enjoyed seeing people, and hearing noise no matter what time it was. almost as if small town Norfolk was the entire opposite of that.

he could see Remus living there, surely. but he expected Sirius to be back in London in less than a month.

James and Lily now lived in Godrics’ hollow. the order had found it to be safer, which was for sure true. he could visit them, but he wouldn’t — seeing as Lily was almost at the end of her pregnancy.

Regulus stared out of the window again. there was a boy walking on the pavement, his braids covering his face as he walked towards a bench across from the house, where he sat down and grabbed a book from his pocket.

the june sun shining upon his face as he sat down more comfortably. Regulus felt mesmerized; the way the boy’s sat so casually awakened something in him.

he got up, grabbed a flannel, and ran outside. through the back door — so it wouldn’t look weird, just appearing out of nowhere.

he quickly fixed his hair as he walked up to the boy, sitting down next to him, on the other side of the bench. what has gotten into you? the thought of running away crossed his mind, but it was already too late for that now.

“are you okay?” the boy asked, turning his head towards him. his eyes were huge, dark brown. Regulus couldn’t explain what it was about them, but he had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen.

“what are you reading?” shit.

the boy turned the book towards him, Les Cerfs-volants, was the title of the book he was holding. Regulus frowned, confused, seeing as he had never heard of it before — but also amused, as the book was in french.

“it’s good,” the boy said. “might be one of my new favorites, actually.” he held out his hand for Regulus to take, which he did. “Allias Bergman.”

“Regulus Black.”

despite meeting just today, the two of them instantly clicked as they spoke of their favorite albums and books. Allias liked Bob Marley a lot, he also enjoyed Jim Morrison, and Queen. which seemed to be one of his favorites.

Allias was from New York, visiting London for his schooling — he had to help direct a film for his final grade.

New York seemed cool, interesting and fun all at the same time. according to Allias, it held a great deal of different people, all from different cultures. a lot of artists stayed in New York as well.

Allias himself had stayed at the famous Chelsea Hotel for a while. it had been one of the most fun times of his life, despite the fact that most people there were barely able to get around, and the hygiene wasn’t always best.

the hotel and the people there had even inspired him to start making films, he got into film school on a bet. hearing about his life made Regulus feel a little jealous. though happy, it made him feel like even more of an outsider;

he was ‘fighting’ in an upcoming war, where the weapons of choice were magic sticks. while people like Allias were out in the world, having fun.

Allias was different from anyone Regulus had ever known; he was calm, yet his excitement when talking about the things he loved shone through his aura like the sun on a lovely summer morning.

he was almost like the calmer version of Evan. yes, Allias did remind him of Evan. he was sure the two of them would get along greatly, being so similar yet so different.

at dusk, Allias walked him back to the house. he had written some lengthy number on Regulus’s hand, telling him to contact him some time.

good thing Sirius had an old phone in his bedroom.

the next day Regulus woke up early, doing some work for the order. McGonnagal had send him a letter, asking him if he had heard anything new yet. truth was no, he hadn’t. not since Peter’s death.

he’d figured that he’d contact Cissa, for any new updates. just to seem like he wasn’t doing anything weird, while in reality, he had been doing research a lot. research to something that might even be the one thing to stop Voldemort;

horcruxes.

growing up, they were an often discussed topic at the Black family gatherings. some people in his family had one. First he had expected his mother to have one as well, she seemed like the type. but then she passed, and Regulus couldn’t be happier.

bad as it sounded.

the horcruxes were simply elements, making the owner immortal. it only sounded right for Voldemort to have one, right?

now he was just down to figuring out what it was. first it had seemed impossible — Voldemort could have just taken a soda can, or anything small no one ever payed attention to. but that didn’t feel right; Voldemort would want it to be something spectacular.

Regulus put his book down, grabbing some book about the history of Hogwarts; he had to start somewhere! starting with knowing every little thing about Hogwarts seemed the best thing, it was after all, the first thing that truly introduced Voldemort to the wizarding world.

after tons, hours, of reading. Regulus had taken pages and pages of notes. he was thinking he might be on the right track; it had to have something to do with Slytherin. according to the book, Salazar Slytherin had build a secret chamber underneath the school. it had been opened during the forties. during the same time Voldemort attended Hogwarts.

it simply couldn’t be anything different.

Salazar Slytherin had also owned a locket, some type of necklace almost. there were some pictures of it, it reminded him of a necklace he had seen before.

Regulus got up. sprinted down the stairs, and started rummaging through cabinets. even asking Kreacher to help.

there was no way that if they owned a locket, that it would be the real one. it simply couldn’t be. but a replica wouldn’t be bad to find, it could always come in handy.

Kreacher and him searched for days until they finally stumbled upon it. it was a truly beautiful locket, the S from Slytherin carved into the material. Regulus opened it, finding an aluminum inside.

he sighed; the real one had a soft inside, silk covering it sides.

he held the locket tightly in his fist, eventually putting it around his neck. he had a good feeling about this. it would be dangerous, yes. but it would be worth it. knowing he might finally be able to be a hero.

Regulus groaned, hitting the phone as it wouldn’t stay attached to the wall.

“fucking — to hell!”

he dropped the phone, sighing. it wasn’t even helping. eventually he made it work, using a spell to keep it stuck to the wall.

Regulus dialed the faded number on his hand, cautiously holding the phone to his face. the other line picked up.

“hi.”