Your name is Regulus Black and you will never burn as bright You will scream and claw and push until the life is ripped from your lungs and replaced with water. You will know that this is the end, (you 've always known haven 't you?) but you will still fight, because even on the brink of death, why admit defeat? You are a black after all. But that hasn 't happened yet. No, that is then and this is now. When you are young, naïve, and the claws of war, and death, and reality, have not yet sunk into you. This is now. When the tragedy 's you have to face with bright eyes are whether or not your brother wants to play with you. Your brother is 11 and he is more red and gold then green and silver. Your brother is 11 and your mother screams because she will not have this, she is a black, and your father retires to his study and hides behind the post at breakfast. Your brother is 11 and you uncles and your aunts and your cousins don 't look at him the same way. Your brother is 11 and he doesn 't understand but somehow he knows it 's where he 's meant to be, with the brave. But this isn 't about him, is it? This is about you. This is not about your brother-he abandoned you remember? He left you. He doesn 't care about you! None of them do! But lets not get ahead of our selves we still have more to tell. What about you? You …show more content…
It 's your fourth year now and you haven 't talked to your brother in exactly 4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days (not that you were counting). You favourite class, perhaps stereotypically, is potions. It gives you a challenge you haven 't faced before. You surround yourself with schoolwork and Quidditch and routine socialising. It helps you to forget the crushing weight that 's suddenly pushing down on you. It 's been there since your brother left. Your mother screamed and stomped and you were reminded all over again of when he was sorted into Gryffindor. The only difference is your brother isn 't coming back and now he 's just an ugly black