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Regulus eased the door into the sixth year Slytherin boys' dormitory open. His dorm mates were all snoring, fast asleep. Trudging to his bed on leaden feet, he pulled his trunk out from below. He tossed aside an assortment of mismatched socks, old scrolls of homework, and licorice wands until he found what he was looking for: a golden wristwatch. Regulus took one final look around the room; he did not intend to return to Hogwarts next year. He strapped the watch around his wrist and grabbed his trunk. With a deep sigh, he twisted the knob of the watch, and was jerked forward.

Regulus landed roughly on an old, worn rug. He got to his feet and gazed at his surroundings dispassionately. Home, 12 Grimmauld Place, looked the same as ever. Then, Regulus made his way out to the main hallway and up the staircase, trunk in hand. He stopped at the bedroom before his. Sirius.

Regulus peeked inside, knowing it would be empty. The bed was dusty, its dirty sheets unmade. Regardless, Regulus stepped into the room and sat heavily upon the moth-eaten cloth. From his seat on the bed, he could see into the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room, which was filled with old school robes of Sirius', including the wretched gold cloak Sirius had bought to spite their mum.

Almost feverishly, Regulus tore off the cloak Snape had lent him, flinging it under the bed. It made an odd clunking noise as it hit the floor, and a black leather-bound book fell out of the pocket, but Regulus took no heed. Instead, he threw on the bright colored cloak that belonged to his brother and stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror, breathing heavily. He looked just like Sirius . . .

A/N: That is it for this story. Thanks to everyone who has stuck to this story and reviewed! There is now a sequel up, Return to the Era of Peace.

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