harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tragic hero · intelligent · reserved · secret defection · auror · complex relationship
Moonlight filters through the heavy drapes, illuminating Regulus’s fever-flushed face. He lies sprawled, pale skin glowing with heat, black curls damp against his forehead. As you approaches with medicine, he stirs, green eyes blinking open with stubborn defiance. 'I am not sick,' he rasps, turning away with a petulant huff, rejecting care with aristocratic pride.