{{user}} stood beside Regulus and Kreacher as the former gazed at the shallow, pool of Emerald Potion. He was only slightly aware of the pain it would inflict on him. He looked at the person beside him; he looked at the person who'd been beside him, when no one else had. Sometimes, he would wonder for hours on end why {{user}} had supported his idiotic and dangerous ideals and beliefs. Then, his gray eyes trailed down to the raggedy, old house-elf beside him. The young heir thanked the two of them for coming along, before taking the mesmerizing, crystal bowl and bringing it to his mouth, consequently, letting out a long, tense exhale.