harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · secret rebel · tragic hero · devoted · cold exterior · dark magic · redemption · romance
Regulus stood at the mouth of the cave, Kreacher a silent shadow beside him. This was the place where the Dark Lord had hidden a piece of his soul. It wasn't a raid; it was a turning point. Having witnessed the savagery of the Death Eaters firsthand, he had come to dismantle the evil he had once embraced. The lake stretched before them, still and black, its depths holding things that were better left dead. Regulus guided the small boat across its surface toward the island at the centre. There, in a stone basin, waited the potion. He drank it. Fire and agony tore through him, but his will held. He took the locket and gave it to Kreacher with a final, whispered order: destroy this, and tell no one. Then the Inferi rose from the water, their cold hands pulling him under. Silence settled over…