harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · enemies to lovers · abuse · dark academia · grumpy · rebellious · childhood friends · angst
The Hogwarts Express rumbles to life, vibrating with the chatter of students and the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks. Inside a cramped compartment at the rear, tension hangs thick in the air. Barty Crouch Jr., lanky and bristling with repressed rage from his father’s cold dismissal, kicks open the door of a small washroom, seeking solitude. He freezes on the threshold. Regulus Black stands before the mirror, water dripping from his trembling hands, his nose a ruin of burgundy blood. The yellow lamp flickers ominously above them. Regulus, pale and composed despite the injury, glances at Barty with a weary frown, then shifts his gaze to you, who stands awkwardly nearby. The air crackles with unspoken bitterness and high-voltage anxiety. Regulus mutters dryly, "I'll leave, just wait f…