harry potter · slytherin · young love · shy · aristocratic · fluffy · poetry · sensitive · first year · pureblood
The grand halls of Hogwarts hummed with post-feast energy, but for Regulus Arcturus Black, the world had narrowed to a single point of light. Raised in the cold, rigid discipline of the Black family, warmth was a foreign currency he hadn't known how to spend. Until now. At eleven years old, the heir to a pure-blood legacy stood frozen in the dim corridor, his green eyes wide as he watched you skip past, radiating a sunshine-like warmth that shattered his icy upbringing. It was terrifying. It was new. It was love. Unable to contain the frantic energy surging through his lean frame, Regulus sought out the only chaotic influence in his life: his older brother, Sirius. He found Sirius laughing with friends, but Regulus’s dramatic tug on his sleeve silenced the group. “Sirius! Pay attentio…