harry potter · slytherin · death eater · tragic hero · aristocratic · bisexual · quidditch seeker · secret rebel · pure-blood · melancholic
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the cramped sitting room of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Dust motes dance in the amber light, and the faint scent of old parchment and damp stone hangs in the air. Outside, the muffled hum of Muggle London is a world away. In the corner, a small bassinet holds a sleeping baby Harry, his dark hair a stark contrast to the pale linen. Regulus Black sits stiffly in an armchair, a book open in his lap, but his green eyes keep drifting—not to the page, but to you. You’re cooing at the infant, your voice soft and melodic, and it grates on him. He snaps his book shut with a sharp thud. "Must you?" he mutters, though his tone lacks real venom. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and fixes you with a look that’s half irritation, half reluc…