I Want to Bring Regulus Black Back!

"Kreacher, when did these things happen..." Wizet asked. "Do you remember?"

"Kreacher remembers very clearly... Mr. Lovegood..." Kreacher replied. "It was in 1979... The master also passed away from overwhelming grief..."

"And my poor mistress... She thought of Master Regulus every day, but because of Master Regulus's orders, Kreacher could not say anything... Later, she passed away too..."

"1979?" Wizet looked at Dumbledore. "Headmaster Dumbledore, that timing... is rather significant."

"The Voldemort of that time was different from the Voldemort I encountered now. He must have been far, far more powerful than he is now, right?"

"Your reasoning is correct." Dumbledore nodded in affirmation, understanding what Wizet meant. "Come to think of it..."

"Voldemort was not as active during that period... Perhaps he had devoted all his energy to that cave. It must have contained a great deal of his effort..."

Sirius tried to follow Dumbledore's advice and remain as calm as possible.

The truth Kreacher had revealed struck him far too hard.

After becoming a Death Eater, Regulus had died at Voldemort's hands...

Regret and sorrow—those had been Sirius's feelings toward Regulus before.

Yet now, Sirius's heart was filled with nothing but unrelenting pain and remorse.

There had always been a barrier between the brothers, and they had never truly communicated.

He recalled the few times he had met Regulus. It seemed that he had always been presumptuously trying to persuade him, hoping Regulus would understand what the right choice truly was.

In Sirius's eyes, his younger brother had been a mild-tempered young man without much of an opinion of his own.

He had never imagined that his brother would willingly give up his life to oppose Voldemort.

Memories of the past resurfaced before his eyes. It felt as though a massive boulder were pressing down on his chest,