Little Black Lies •| Regulus Black |•

• E P I L O G U E •

It was a dreary winter evening in December when me and Regulus had passed away.

After a good few months in Hogwarts we had began to realise how far my father was willing to go. Many muggles and muggle-borns had been murdered in the past few months in his rise, including our own family friend Marlene.

We knew what we had to do. Lily and James were pregnant with a baby boy, Pandora was about to pop and Darlene was risking her own family's life including little Cedric fighting against Voldemort.

We got married in the morning, knowing our sealed fate. Regulus insisted I don't help him but I would rather die knowing I had helped the cause than live another second on this earth without him. It was a small affair, only our closest friends and family included. Looking out towards the many empty seats in the small chapel we had realised how many people we had lost.

That evening we found Kreacher all alone in Grimmauld Place, left alone to feel the rage of Walburga after Orion's passing. We collected the locket, still in the gown and suit we had been married in.

In all honesty we had no idea how to destroy this thing, so the only way we knew how was to give the reckless spell Regulus had learnt about. The fiendfyre curse was especially dangerous, Regulus was lucky the one time he had used it but there was no telling if we would be able to escape with either of our lives this time around.

We each wrote notes to leave with our family and friends once we had passed, settling with the harsh reality of how dangerous this task were to be.

Talks of a prophecy regarding a baby boy born in June, the only hope of my fathers downfall, started to spread like wildfire. We knew this to be either little Harry or the Longbottoms who also had a boy on the way. The only chance we had of any of our family and friends surviving was to sacrifice ourselves.

We travelled back to the cove in which we found the locket, set it down onto a large black rock and held each others hands whilst raising our wands towards the large pendant. With the whisk of our wands the cover erupted into fire. We had no chance of saving ourselves as we were engulfed into the flames.

Sadly, no one knew where to find our bodies, we wrote very cryptic notes. A large funeral was held in our names, buried either side of the daughter we lost far too young. We would never find out that my father had many Horcruxes, resulting in the death of Lily and James two years later.

Harry, our nephew, survived and became the boy who defeated the dark Lord. He grew up in the care of Lily's muggle family, although treated badly he found his way to Hogwarts at eleven years old. He made wonderful friends a long the way and after some time and help he was able to defeat my biological father once again.

In the end our deaths weren't necessary, but being able to of helped in even the slightest made us rest easy.