Finding Regulus

"Don't rush to judgment. R.A.B. is such an ordinary set of initials; they could belong to someone else." Anduin sensed the deep sorrow radiating from Sirius and hurried to comfort him.

"No..."

Sirius could no longer control his emotions. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.

"Not only are the initials R.A.B. on the note, but the handwriting is familiar, too. It's Regulus's. He was the one who left the note! It was Regulus!"

"I'm sorry... My condolences."

Anduin's feelings were complicated. He was glad they had found the person who left the note so quickly, but at the same time, he felt terrible for Sirius, who had lost a close family member.

"No. Actually, I knew he was gone a long time ago."

Sirius shook his head faintly, his voice trembling slightly.

"But back then, I felt little more than a bit of regret. I wasn't especially upset."

"From a very young age, Regulus had admired Voldemort and dreamed of becoming a Death Eater one day."

"And at the time, I hated them all."

"My parents were obsessed with pure blood. They believed that being a member of the Black family made them noble by birth..."

"My foolish little brother was so weak-willed that he actually believed them... That was what he was like. He was younger than me, but people kept reminding me that he was a much better son than I was."

"After that, Regulus got his wish and joined the Death Eaters. It wasn't until many years later that we received news of his death, though no one knew how he had died."

"Back then, I suspected Voldemort had killed him."

"Or perhaps he was killed on Voldemort's orders. I doubted Regulus was important enough for Voldemort to kill him with his own hands."

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