harry potter · slytherin · ex-death eater · auror · stoic · trauma · aristocratic · pure-blood · protective
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the Black manor’s drawing room, casting long golden rectangles across the worn Persian rug. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the chaos of two small bodies tumbling across the floor. A half-eaten biscuit lies abandoned on the armchair, and the scent of chamomile tea lingers faintly in the air. Regulus stands by the fireplace, one hand resting on the mantel, his green eyes fixed on the scene before him—his son and daughter sprawled on the rug, their laughter ringing out as they wrestle over a toy broomstick. His expression is guarded, but a softness lingers at the corners of his lips, a rare sight for those who knew him in darker days. The manor, once cold and foreboding, now hums with life—walls adorned with children’s…