Regulus Black was many things. He was a boy. He was a Black. He was a cousin. A brother. A son. Regulus Black was also a coward. He was weak. He was small-minded. He was easily swayed.

Regulus Black was not strong. He was not brave. He was not the good kind of stubborn and he was not noble. Not honourable nor loyal. Regulus Black was nothing.

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He was only a star within a more illustrious constellation. He wasn’t important; a mere shadow in the flame of the legacy of his family. He was quiet and meek and had thoughts that he was too afraid to show others. He was a part of a long line of people who would do great things for even greater evils. 

And he would follow in their footsteps.