2 years, 2 years, and Regulus still can't look at himself in the mirror. He can barely drag himself out of bed and suffer another day being the Dark Lord's pet. He despises it almost as much as he despises himself. How had everything come to this?

Regulus supposed it had all started on that awful night- he could remember it so clearly. James and himself had gone up to the Astronomy tower like usual. The Gryffindor had been ranting about a stupidly cute prank he'd caused earlier that day.

He could still feel the other's warm skin under his fingers as he stopped James from speaking, slowly lifting up his sleeve, knowing this was that awful point when stars fall too far from eachother. When one burns bright and gives life and the other turns to a black hole. James and Regulus. Ironic, huh?

Now, all Regulus had done was shut everything off and become the Black Heir his brother hadn't been. He'd thrown himself violently into fights for a side he knew was wrong. That was just his life now, not worth living but not enough to stop.

He'd just been sent on a mission, a raid of a muggle town. It wouldn't be too hard, he'd done it before. Only this time Regulus could tell an Auror was following him. Finally, Regulus spun around in the dark, wand out- only to see the stupidly handsome face of James Potter- mirroring his own shock no doubt with his wand out at Regulus's chest.