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His entire life’s work, his magnum opus, his purpose, he would give it all up for James Potter. He wouldn’t even have to ask

James would hate him, which was fair. He shouldn’t care that James Potter was going to hate him. If he had stuck to his plan completely, if he had followed his own rules, it wouldn’t have mattered. If everyone had followed the fucking rules, none of this would have mattered

James Potter was his own personal sun, warm and golden on his cold bones. No amount of time with James would be long enough; the least Regulus could do was stay awake to extend the few remaining moments he had with him.

Good things so rarely happened to him, they were so fleeting. He always tried to appreciate them when they did happen, but it was inevitable that he would ruin them. They were so rare in his life, whenever he had a glimmer of good, he didn’t know what to do with it, how to care for it, how to keep it.

It seemed that destruction was all that he knew how to do properly, he didn’t know why.

“We’re leaving. Let’s go,” Regulus ignored him from the doorway.
“What makes you think I’d go anywhere in a car with you,” Sirius arched his brow, staring down Regulus defiantly.

“Wait, I know this place,” Sirius spoke as they pulled up. It was the same café he’d been to with Remus

“What is that,” Sirius glanced down to the large envelope Regulus was carrying with him. “Anthrax?”
“Nothing that concerns you for the present,” Regulus snapped in response.

There were worse fates. But not to Regulus. Regulus' biggest fear was always being forgotten

“Everything I’ve ever done has been for you!”