Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Nashala belongs to me.
Never Gonna Leave
By Silvain Star
Doing It For You
He looked around the small house he'd lived the last two years in. It was in shambles after he finished his trick. He stepped outside, pausing by the door to grab a photograph of him with a blue-haired girl on the now-destroyed couch. He ran his hands over his face and through his black hair. His blue-gray eyes closed for a moment, then opened.
"I'm doing this for you, Shal. We'll meet again someday. I promise… just wait for me," he wiped a single tear from his eye. "For you and for my brother… I'll be dead to the world, so that you two can go on living… so I don't have to be the one to kill you…"
He took out his wand and raised it above his head. "Morsmorde!" he shouted, sending the spell above his house. He took one last look at the place, then Apparated away. He had modified the memories of a few knocked out Death Eaters still in the house. No one could possibly figure out that he, Regulus Black, was still alive.