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Regulus knew what the potion was going to do to him. He had seen the affects of it just weeks prior when Kreacher had returned.
He had seen first hand what it would do to him and how it would make him feel.
"Don't go. Please don't go. Stay with me. I can't do this alone," he garbled, staring out into the darkness.
Kreacher continued to feed him more of the potion. As he had been instructed to by Master Regulus.
"Fine, fine, leave you bloody coward, I don't need you. WE don't need you," he spat out.
The potion was making him delirious and a fire spread through him making him scream. His throat was dry and burning. Water He had to get water. Just a bit of water.
He tumbles away from Kreacher towards the very edge of the water and reaches out to cup some water in his hands. Kreacher calls him back but he does not heed the elf.
Regulus feels the cool water in his hands and feels a tinge of relief, when suddenly a pair of clawlike hands grab him and begin to pull him down into the lake.
He can hear the strangled cry from Kreacher.
"No, Kreacher," he exclaims. "Go home. Do as i commanded and destroy the locket."
He sees fear and anguish fill the eyes of the elf. Regulus goes under just as he hears the crack of his house elf apparating back home. Suddenly, water gushes down his throat. Hands are clawing at him pulling him deeper. He tries to fight but there are too many of them. He thrashes about but finds no release.
The constricting feeling in his throat spreads to his chest, his lungs straining from the lack of oxygen. His vision begins to blur and Regulus realizes he's dying. His body begins to spasm.
He tries not to be scared but it's too much. Everything he had done in his 18 years of life flash before him. There's not much happiness in what he sees. His parents cruelty features in most of it. Sirius' dissapointment and anger towards him for staying and siding with their parents. Becoming a Death Eater had been a highlight in his life at the time, but the gleam came off once he had been forced to kill muggles. So many deaths. He wonders how many of those people are here in the lake with him. How ironic it is that he be felled by the same people he killed. It was all thoughtless and without feeling at the beginning for Regulus. Now it's the same for them.
His mind shifts to one of the happier memories in his short life. Of a boy with green eyes scrunched up in happiness and a wide smile, that, while not being directed at him, had, nevertheless, ingrained itself in his mind. Many a time he had fallen asleep and dreamt of moment's when it was for him. When he's able to return it because it's so infectious.
It's the last thing he sees before evening goes black. His body stops thrashing and fighting against the Inferi. They pull him down and never let go.
And so it is that Regulus Black dies and is buried with corpse of those he killed.