VIGILANTE SHIT
CHAPTER TEN
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After his return to home, Regulus stayed in his room. He was so thankful for his mom. She had saved him from getting the mark until his 18th birthday. Every night, as his head hit his pillow and his parents snored away in their rooms, he thought of Elizabeth. Elizabeth was constantly in his mind and so was Regulus in Elizabeth's mind.

His mind dreamed about the night they shared, his light beard rubbing on his face, as they molded together becoming one. As if they were made to be.

After that night, Regulus returned home and stayed in his room. Sometimes he would hear his mother walk up the stairs and turn towards his room and turn around and go to Sirius's room.

Regulus's father was getting ill. The disease he had gotten was a unknown muggle disease and his family had shunned him.

Bellatrix was sometimes over and planning to have a child. Her husband's brother was in Regulus's old dorm.

Narcissa had married Lucius Malfoy two years ago and apparently have tried for many children.

Andromeda had been blasted off the tree when she was found to be courting the muggle, Ted Tonks. Andromeda was Regulus's favourite cousin and by far the most normal.

Regulus hated Druella and Cygnus with a burning passion.

Warburga smirked as he heard her husband cough and cough, not feeling a single pity for him. He had tortured her, touched her, broke her, and still demanded more.

When Regulus had his first girlfriend, and Orion didn't approve of him. She was furious. The young Emilia Greystone was a beautiful girl. Would have given Regulus many new heirs. The got in a huge fight. Regulus said that he loved her, Orion said that we can't love women. Women are for pleasure and children.

Emilia left after that. Never to be seen again. Walburga loved Emilia. She was pretty sure that Emilia had died or been killed by the dark lord.

The next morning, when Walburga heard coughing she rose from a guest room and went to the kitchen and put a spell on his breakfast along with a rose. The rose would turn dark red if he ate it.

She brought the meal to her and left the room and the coughing and coughing happened.

Suddenly their was no more coughing. He was dead. Finally.

Walburga made her way to Regulus's room. She opened the door to find him writing in a notebook.

"Are you writing to your brother?" She asked him.

"No mother." He replied.

"Who are you writing to?" Walburga asked. "I'm writing to Evan and Barty." Regulus replied, not looking at his mother's face.

"I don't like Barty." She said. She began to continue, before stopping.

"Your father... is dead." She said.

"You don't have to get the mark if you don't want to, you can marry whoever as long as their a pure blood and is Slytherin." She said as she turned around and left. Her cape whipped around the door making a ear wrenching sound but Regulus was already standing to get to his desk.

Regulus immediately sat at his desk and got out his secret notebook. Please reply.

Elizabeth Potter
15 Evermore Place
New Yorkshire, England

Dear Elizabeth,

My father is dead. He died this morning of a unknown muggle disease. I do not need any sympathy. He was a horrible man.

What I need is you. At the funeral. And you with me. My mother has allowed me to marry anybody. The catch is they must be pure blood and a Slytherin. She will love you. Please be their with me.

crois-tu que nous sommes faits l'un pour l'autre ?

Regulus Black
12 Grimmauld Place
London, England

The letter was sent off and he was happy but kept a mourning face on. His laid in his room and looked at the decor.

His room had a bunch of newspaper clippings of Voldemort and his army. Above his bed was the family motto. He had a first edition quidditch scarves and photos of his friends. And his wand laid next to him on his table.

He grabbed the clippings of Voldemort and crinkled them up in his palms, inflicting many cuts but Regulus didn't care. He wanted this. He wanted this. Why did he want this. He does not want it.

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In three days time, the funeral was happening and Elizabeth had arrived the day before. Walburga hadn't seen her and did not know about her.

They did the usual morning routine stuff, you know like kissing, they showered together and they shared a cigarette.

Elizabeth had been given a hat, and a black dress.

When they walked down the stairs, Walburga noticed her and asked who she was.

"Mum, this is Elizabeth." He said.
"Elizabeth...." Walburga gestured at him to continue.
"Elizabeth Potter." He said.

"Ok." She said as she walked away.
Thoughts ran though her mind. This girl looks just like Emilia Greystone. Exactly. To the perfect degree.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE;

this is the inspiration for reggies room.