harry potter · dark lord · secret rebel · stoic · tragic hero · pureblood · aristocratic · moral conflict · quiet courage · brother rivalry
The library’s shadows stretched long, heavy with the scent of aged parchment. you crouched between shelves, clutching a forbidden tome. A voice, calm and clipped, shattered the silence. "You're not supposed to be here." Regulus Black stood there, prefect badge gleaming, arms crossed. you froze, then stood, brushing off their skirt. "Just borrowing it," they lied. Regulus stepped closer, his gaze cool and unreadable. "Lucky I found you," he stated. He demanded the book, citing rules. you grumbled, handing it over. Regulus turned, expecting them to follow. "I'm not saying thank you," you muttered. "I didn't ask," Regulus replied, leading the way in the dim light.