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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"How do I look," Regulus asked nervously as he turned from the mirror in his bedroom to face Kreacher, who sat on the edge of his bed. Kreacher stared for a long moment before replying.
"Master Regulus is beautiful."
Regulus smiled, blue eyes filling with fondness. "Thank you, Kreacher...But do I look suitably presentable for going before the dark lord? Should I have worn something else, do you think? Did I over do the Slytherin pride?"
He wore silver robes shot through with green threads to signify his Slytherin roots. His face was clean shaven, in truth he hardly had to shave which was nice. His shoulder length straight black hair was neatly combed, and he wore the family emerald black locket about his neck on a heavy chain to also signify the Black's long standing Slytherin pride.
"The dark lord is proud to be descended from Salazar Slytherin, so Kreacher thinks Master Regulus's presentation is fittingly respectful for showing fealty," the elf assured.
Regulus nodded, properly reassured. "Bella and Rod should be here any moment," he said unnecessarily. Kreacher was aware, after all. The entire family was.
"There shall be a celebration when Master Regulus returns," Kreacher said. "The Mistress intends it as a surprise. She had Kreacher prepare all Master Regulus's favorites, so act surprised so that Kreacher is not chastised for telling."
Regulus nodded, feeling himself thrilling with excitement and pride that he'd pleased his family enough to earn a celebration in his honor. "That's grand!"
Approaching the bed he leaned toward the elf. "Though I do hope we can have our own private celebration here later tonight. Then you can show me how pleased you are with my success."
As Regulus leaned forward to brush his lips across Kreacher's the elf gave a wordless murmur of approval before their kiss quickly deepened.
The resounding sound of the magically enhanced door knocker caused them to reluctantly draw apart. "That's surely Bella and Rod," Regulus said and the two went down to greet them together. Bellatrix nodded in approval at Regulus when he opened the door.
"You look nice. She glanced at Kreacher, an amused expression in her eyes. "You coming, Lover Boy? Because I don't think the dark lord will be impressed if the two of you nasty perverts can't control yourselves and decide to indulge your twisted needs in HIS closet!"
"Kreacher and Master Regulus would never..." the elf protested. "And there is no reason for Kreacher to come along. He fears it would not be suitable."
Regulus would've been even more confident with Kreacher at his side and had to confess an eager hope at Bellatrix's sarcastic query of the elf coming along. Kreacher's words caused him to sigh in resignation, though. If the dark lord saw no reason for Kreacher's presence, Regulus would not wish to displease him.
"Nice to know there are limits," Rodolphus drawled.
"Of course there are," Kreacher said. "Miss Bella is family and would never betray us, so Master Regulus and Kreacher were comfortable in her home."
"Rubbish," Bellatrix sneered. "You were merely lacking in self control and brain cells." Bending forward slightly she jabbed a sharp red fingernail into Kreacher's chest. "Go and bathe yourself, foul fiend. Hopefully it will cleanse you of those perverted thoughts. Then make me some of those butterbeer cookies I like so much...because you are my bitch, remember?" The words may have held more weight had Bellatrix not been obviously holding back a smile. Kreacher nodded gravely nonetheless, though, mainly because he'd already made the butterbeer cookies for Master Regulus's upcoming celebration.
"See whenever anyone complains about us, we'll always have them to make us look better," Bellatrix told Rodolphus as Regulus joined them on the manor's wide front stairs.
"Wish me luck," Regulus told Kreacher and the elf smiled proudly. "Master Regulus is brilliant and amazing and does not require luck, but Kreacher wishes it nonetheless." As he spoke, Regulus's Mum swept into the front hall to stand behind Kreacher.
"Kreacher is correct of course," she said grandly. "You are the shining star of the Black family, Regulus. Go and make us proud with the dark lord."
Regulus nodded and smiled at his Mum. "Yes, Mother. I shall," he promised.
"Let's go then," Bellatrix said briskly. "We can't be late."
Regulus nodded, eyes on Kreacher as Bellatrix grasped his arm and side apparated him away with her without another word.
They stood outside of a grand yet mildly rundown manor house at the top of a large hill. It overlooked a small poor looking village. To Regulus's mind it seemed an odd setting for the dark lord's plans of greatness to occur. "Where are we," he asked quietly.
"We're where the dark lord wants to meet, Prat," Bellatrix said, pushing him forward into the manor. She was no longer amused or light hearted. That, in itself, was to be expected, but the hard expressions she and Rodolphus now wore were a bit unsettling. It caused Regulus to grow more grim in response, the levity of the moment, rather than the excitement of it, settling over him like a cloak.
The great front door opened as they mounted the stairs, a silent invitation to enter. As they crossed the threshold, Regulus's earlier mood of excitement was restored. He was at last entering the dark lord's service! He would be a part of restoring wizards to their former glory! He would earn honor for the house of Black! He would, at last, come face to face with the dark lord. The man was certainly larger than life in his mind. He had read of Voldemort's efforts to restore rights to wizarding kind, and even kept a collection of articles from the newspaper on the wall above his bed to serve as a constant reminder of his own future goals.
They walked down a wide entry hall, turning right into a parlor. It had an air of grandness mixed with abandonment. A handsome dark haired man appearing to be of middle age sat in a comfortable arm chair regarding them as they entered. A gigantic snake lay, seemingly asleep, its bulk coiled around the entire armchair and the man's feet. Bellatrix and Rodolphus knelt as one, and understanding that this was the dark lord, Regulus was quick to follow. As if satisfied that proper priority had been followed, the dark lord's watchful expression relaxed into one of friendly congeniality.
"Bellatrix! Rodolphus! Two of my very favorite people in the entire world," he pronounced happily, deep rich voice warm with fondness for the two of whom he spoke. "And here we have the relative of yours so eager to enter my service."
"Yes sir," Bellatrix said excitedly.
"Mr. Regulus Black, I must say that warms my heart! Any wizard as eager as it is claimed that you are to help to restore power to pure blood wizards where it belongs, is a man truly worthy to stand with me. Rise, all of you," the dark lord concluded generously.
All three rose gracefully to their feet with murmurs of thanks, Regulus following in Bellatrix and Rodolphus's lead.
"Bellatrix speaks highly of you, Regulus. She says that you are passionate about restoring wizarding power and that you uphold pure blood values even more highly than most."
"Yes sir," Regulus replied, glancing up to meet the dark lord's charismatic gaze. He hoped meeting his eyes was the proper thing to do. Should he have kept his gaze down? But then did that not show the mark of a man not comfortable in his own skin or with what he said?
"As a member of my inner circle, what will you do for me, Regulus," the dark lord asked, tone interested and curious. Somehow Regulus felt himself far more at ease than he'd expected to in the great man's presence.
"Whatever is required of me, Lord. I just want to restore pure blood wizarding society to its former and deserved glory," he answered honestly.
Lord Voldemort smiled, the expression lighting up his whole face and causing Regulus to smile back in glad response. "I like you, Regulus. I like what I see in you. Bellatrix, you were right to bring him to me."
"Thank you, Lord," Regulus and Bellatrix said almost in unison.
"Are you ready to take my mark, Regulus Black?"
Regulus felt his blood thrill at the prospect and he nodded without a second of hesitation.
"Then bare your left arm." Regulus obeyed at once, and gasped as fire flew from the wand suddenly in the dark lord's hand. In less than a second, the fire left the tip of his wand and struck Regulus's bared arm.
Though the pain was great, Regulus struggled against showing it in any way. He was surely being given the dark mark, the highest of honors, and to show weakness now just would not do. He would not shame himself or his family even by flinching...He hadn't flinched, had he? Regulus hoped not.
"Well go on and look at it. It is done now," the dark lord said, tone light and almost amused. The act of bestowing the mark may be over but it still hurt, as Kreacher would have said, like a motherfucker! Regulus wondered more than once where Kreacher learned to swear better than anyone else he'd ever heard utter any sort of oath, but Kreacher insisted he'd learned from Regulus's own father which was just difficult to believe as Regulus had never heard Orion Black swear even once. Dropping his gaze to the...Regulus could only call it artwork on his arm, he let out a breath of awe.
"It's beautiful."
Voldemort gave a proud smile. "It is, isn't it? Just as beautiful as what it represents."
The ornate skull's tongue was a live looking snake that coiled sinuously around Regulus's forearm. It was a struggle to keep his chest from puffing out with pride to wear such a badge of honor. The dark lord's next words matched Regulus's thoughts as though he read his mind.
"Now you just have to earn it...to continue to prove yourself worthy."
"Yes, Lord," he said eagerly. "I shall."
Lord Voldemort nodded. "Rodolphus and Bellatrix are marvelous examples to follow."
"Thank you, Lord," the couple said in unison.
"As pleasant as this has been, I have much work to do, so I must cut this visit short. I will see you all soon at the next meeting, when everyone shall be given exciting new assignments," the dark lord said. The kindness in his tone made Regulus feel as if he was just given a warm hug or at least a pat on the back. He looked forward eagerly to the next meeting, and found himself wishing it could be tonight.
"Yes lord. Thank you lord," Bellatrix and Rodolphus said and Regulus was quick to repeat the sentiment.
"Thank you so much for accepting me into your service, Lord."
He bowed and Bellatrix grasped his arm, steering him from the room and out of the house. No one spoke until they had apparated back to Grimmauld place.
"Well you did it, without even screwing up, little cousin," Bellatrix said, flashing Regulus a smile.
Rodolphus nodded. "You did well, Regulus," he said, slapping Regulus on the back hard enough to make the smaller wizard stumble forward slightly. Glancing up, Regulus saw Kreacher's face peering anxiously out the window at them and he lifted a hand in greeting as his heart swelled with love. He'd probably been watching out for them to return for some time.
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