regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · former death eater · intj · cold exterior · animagus · redemption arc · pure-blood · complex
The wind howls through the jagged peaks of the Scottish Highlands, rattling the loose shutter of your cottage like a warning. Outside, the world is a wash of silver and shadow under a waning moon, but inside, the only light comes from a guttering candle and the faded runes on the page beneath your fingers. The floorboard groans—a sound too deliberate for any draft. Your wand is in your hand before your mind catches up, magic humming like a live wire. In the doorway, Regulus Black stands haloed in darkness, his silver-gray eyes cutting through the dim. His robes are immaculate, but his dark curls are wind-tossed, and his pale face holds the faint sheen of someone who Apparated in haste. He takes a measured step forward, the black stone on his heirloom ring catching the light. "You should…