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Chapter 1

15 years ago

"Kreature, go, run… leave me. Destroy the locket." Cried the man as the inferi resting in the lake began to stir.

"MASTER REGULUS" called the decrepit creature dressed in a ratty old pillowcase.

"Go Kreature… that's an order" said the man now known as Regulus. The inferi began to mass together in a huge towering wave. Kreature reluctantly gave in to his master's orders. He collected the locket from the bottom of the large goblet located in the center of the small islet, that both the man and house elf rested on, and left with a loud CRACK.

The wave of inferi grew larger and larger with each disparaging second that Regulus lay there struggling to move. The potion, in which the locket had once rested, had weakened the once proud man and brought him to his knees in utter anguish. As the hoard of undead souls descended upon him, Regulus felt a small burst of warmth that gave him the drive and strength to call out one last spell.

"Incendio"

With that one word a great flame erupted from the tip of the ebony black wand clutched tightly in Regulus' hand. The fire rushed towards the approaching inferi and consumed them in a burst of light. As he watched the demise of the creatures, Regulus felt darkness begin to creep upon his sight, and with a small smile, he succumbed.

Regulus woke to the soft sound of waves brushing upon the shore of the small island on which he rested. He looked around at the dark cave that once hid one of the Dark Lords most sinister secrets and felt relief.

He was alive. He was safe.

For now.

Regulus knew that if the Dark Lord ever found out about what he had done, he would be wishing the inferi had killed him. But now was not the time for him to think of such things.

In his perusal of the cave, Regulus spotted the boat that had carried him and Kreature to the islet. He slowly got up and made his way to the small dingy boat. As he stepped into the boat he felt the latent magic ingrained into the very wood of the raft come to life to carry the boat safely out of the cave.

The journey out of the cave was a short one. When the boat landed, and Regulus stood on land once more, he knelt and began to thank Mother Magic for her help. Regulus knew that it could have only been Magic who saved him from his most certain death. Mother Magic had always been there for him. She had comforted him when the pressures of being a Black began to be too much for him. She had been there for him when his elder brother had abandoned him to their awful mother. And she had been there for him when he had been forced by his family to serve the Dark Lord.

Oh how he regretted never standing up for himself against his family. Regulus first discovered the existence of Mother Magic when he had retreated to the family library during one of his mothers and brothers famous spats. There he had found an ancient text on the old ways that described the existence of magic and its conscience. It described magic as a being that gave birth the magic users and magical creatures, and how she was to be revered and loved for her gifts to wizarding kind. After having read this, Regulus craved to know more. He searched through book after book until he found what he was looking for. Every wizarding family used to follow the old ways and taught them to the muggleborns. However, there were some rights that the muggleborns could not learn because they require the blood of a magical being that had been sired by other magical beings. Because of this the muggleborns began to feel jealous of the purebloods and had the old ways made illegal on punishment of death. With that the old ways had slowly began to die out and the wizarding world forgot about their Mother Magic.

After having found out about Mother Magic, Regulus had begun to practice a few of the tradition and rituals that paid tribute to Magic. Although he wished to, Regulus could not perform all of the traditions or rituals since they required behavior that his family would never approve of and more participants. Before every meal he would silently ask for Mother Magic's blessing on the food. He would wear a bracelet that had been soaked in his own blood to show his devotion to Magic. He would refuse to cut his hair and rather wore it long in a horsetail. By the time he reached the age of twenty his hair had reached mid back length. He would comb his hair with an ancestral comb that had been soaked in his own blood in search of Mother Magic's blessing for his growing magical power. These were but a few traditions, not including the rituals that he observed on the pagan holidays. After each prayer, blessing and ritual Regulus could feel Magic reach out in love and comfort, giving him what he always wanted, a mothers love.

Today he knelt on the abandoned shore and thanked Mother Magic for the small blessing she gave him to help in his escape from the inferi. Magic smiled upon her favorite son who acknowledged her and thanked her for each and every blessing that he received. She knew that her children no longer believed in her and slowly year-by-year her children began to die out. With out the blessings she gave them, generation after generation would slowly loose their magic. But, once she gave them their original blessing of magic, Mother magic could not give more unless they preyed and adhered to the old ways as her beloved Regulus did. Because he prayed to her and wore the blood soaked bracelet, she could give him a small blessing when he really needed it, like she had done in the cave. She hoped that one day all of the wizarding world would believe in her again, just like Regulus did.

After having given thanks to Mother Magic, Regulus once again felt weary and lie down in the grass. Unlike in the cave this sleep came slowly and with dreams.

Kreature stood in the hallways of 12 Grimmauld Place with the locket. The dark décor stood as contrast to the silver of the locket.

Kreature set the locket down and began to send a spell at the locket. A bright red light sailed across the empty space between the two and struck the locket, sending the deceptively delicate object fling through the air. It landed a fair distance away from its original position.

The house elf stared at the locket in shock. He had sent one of the most destructive spells he knew at it, and yet there it lay, without a scratch.

He shook of the shock and began to send spell after spell at the annoying thing. But it continued to lie there completely unharmed as if to mock him. Kreature began to despair. If he could not destroy the locket he would not be able to carry out his master Regulus' final orders. With that thought Kreature grabbed a large butcher knife from the kitchen and attempted to stab the evil thing, only to have the blade shatter into several pieces.

Kreature fell to his knees and began to weep. As his tears dried, the house elf got up and collected the locket and trudged to his small cupboard where he lived and hid the necklace. Once the locket had been hidden, the house elf got up and positioned himself in front of a wall and began to violently hit his large head against the wall. In his punishment he broke his nose, flattening it in a reminder of his failure.

Regulus woke with a start. He sat up with his knees curled into himself and laid his head in his hands. He had forgotten.

"Damn. How could I have forgotten? No matter how many of them I find, without a way to destroy them Kreature and my efforts will be worthless." He moaned.

'The only way to destroy a Horcrux is to stab it with Basilisk venom.' Basilisks are so rare that no one had seen one in almost a century, and any venom that had been collected from it had long since been used.

Regulus despaired at his failure. 'Now Voldemort will never be defeated. Not without Basilisk venom' he thought. Magic felt her sons despair and reached out to him and wrapped him in her arms. Though none could hear her voice Magic spoke to her son.

"Do not despair, young one. There are still many of the serpents yet. You need only look. Journey my son. Journey to the Americas there you will find what you seek."

Regulus felt Mother Magic comfort him. Although he could not here her, he felt her encourage him and felt a need to journey to the new world. He knew that Mother Magic had once again helped him.

"Thank you, Mother. I will not fail you." And with that the wizard set out on a journey that would take him far away from what he knew with naught but his wand and the clothes on his back.

A/N: okay, so this is a new story and it is a fem harryxregulus story. there won't be any explicit content because i completely and totally suck at it. I will try to update this one often, just don't be surprised if a long time passes before i do. I will also try to update all my other stories and maybe write longer chapters for those as well.

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