The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black

Chapter 1. Draco Malfoy's Godfather

I believe that my decision to find the location of the Locket and order Kreacher try everything in his power to destroy, it is the only way forward in this war. I want the demise of the Dark Lord as many others in the Light. But the only way to ensure that he is fully weakened, into the state of being mortal once more, then the destruction of his horcrux is the answer.

I now know that I will not survive to see his fall, but I will rejoice in knowing that I helped stop him. That it was I, who was able to help bring him down once and for all. I hope that Kreacher does everything to destroy the Locket. House-elf magic is tricky, but my final orders for Kreacher should be enough for him to find a way.

I have enclosed more pages on the information of Horcrux. As much as I have researched Horcruxes; to find how to destroy them is scarce. I hope that if for any reason, Kreacher is unable to destroy the Locket, that whoever comes across this journal is able to take the information I have gathered and finish what we have started.

Darkness does not need to linger over the Wizarding World anymore. There is no need to frighten and kill those of us because of a mad man with the greed for power. I will not be able to see it, but I will die knowing that his words have left discontent rather than a passionate following.

R.A.B.

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Regulus put his quill away and stared at the last journal entry he would write before he had to leave. Ripping a few pages from the books and tomes he had found on Horcruxes, he slid them into the journal and muttered a quick sticking charm so that they wouldn't fall out. He closed his journal, muttered a quick locking charm over it and then walked out of his room, shutting the door and staring at the nameplate over it. Regulus Arcturus Black.

Regulus stepped away from the door, feeling no real sentimental value for his childhood bedroom but as he walked past the corridor and stood outside of Sirius's room, he felt his chest tighten. Like it had in the months after Sirius had decided to leave the family home and effectively, Regulus too.

"Would you be proud of me, brother?" Regulus whispered, gaze locked on the nameplate imbedded over Sirius's door. His words were soft and tired, like the boy had whispered them over and over in that same spot. The house cracked and shifted under Regulus's magic, he tried to calm himself down as he tore his gaze away from Sirius's door and started to make his way to Kreacher's room.

Regulus walked past his mother, who was sitting in the dining room and staring down at the Daily Prophet with an impassive face. She stopped talking to him after the death of Orion Black, his father. Regulus thought about trying to talk to her, to say goodbye. In the same year her final family member would die, leaving her without anyone.

He didn't say anything to her and instead made his way to the little room just sitting opposite the pantry. Knocking on the tiny door, Regulus crouched down and gave Kreacher a smile, trying to remain confident whilst his eyes flickered around the dingy room that belonged to the house-elf. There were rags and different assortment of clothes that Kreacher used to curl up into every night. Regulus tried to remember every piece of the house-elf's room, the little den that he had created. It was mostly made up of a boiler that took up almost all the room, but Kreacher had made a home in it.

There was a picture frame of most of the Black family inside. Regulus felt himself smiling more genuinely when he looked over the younger faces of his brother and cousins. "Kreacher, it is time." He was steady and stoic as he handed his journal to Kreacher and a small folded picture of himself to the house-elf.

"If you are unable to destroy it," Regulus whispered, still under the impression that his mother could be listening. "Then you are to give the journal and Locket to someone who can. Someone you trust, I order you," he said.