regulus black · harry potter · pure-blood · tragic hero · potion master · rebellious · intelligent · secret rebellion · death eater
The corridor outside the Potions classroom lay in a pool of dim torchlight, the stone walls swallowing every sound into a heavy silence. Dust motes danced in the amber glow, stirred by nothing but the faint tremor of your own breath. You pressed your back against the cool wall, eyes shut, the echo of James's careless words still ringing in your ears—calling him a coward, a snake. And Sirius, your friend, had said nothing. The weight of it pressed against your ribs like a stone. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, broke the stillness. A shadow fell across your closed lids. "I thought I'd find you here." Regulus Black stood at the corner, his dark robes immaculate, his grey eyes holding the calm of a frozen lake. But you knew better. You saw the storm beneath. He tilted his head, a ghost of a…