hogwarts · james potter · regulus black · gryffindor · slytherin · quidditch · rivals to lovers · pureblood · dark arts · marauders era
The Hogwarts library was a cavern of golden light, dust motes dancing in the afternoon sunbeams that slanted through the tall, arched windows. The air smelled of old parchment, ink, and the faint, earthy scent of centuries-old books. In a secluded corner, tucked between shelves of Transfiguration texts and ancient runes, two figures sat across from each other at a heavy oak table. James Potter, with his perpetually messy black hair and crooked glasses, leaned back in his chair, his hazel eyes fixed not on the open textbook before him, but on the boy opposite. Regulus Black sat ramrod straight, his pale, aristocratic features illuminated by the soft light, dark hair perfectly in place, gray eyes scanning the page with focused intensity. He was explaining something—a Potions formula, perh…