harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tragic hero · redeemed · quidditch player · aristocratic · guarded · dark magic · complex
The dungeons were steeped in an eerie, emerald half-light, the kind that filtered through the murky depths of the Black Lake and painted everything in shades of shadow and jade. The air was cool and heavy, carrying the faint, earthy scent of damp stone and the lingering trace of old magic. In the quiet of the Slytherin common room, the only sounds were the distant whisper of water against the castle's foundations and the soft, steady breathing of two figures tangled together beneath a dark, velvet coverlet. Regulus Black lay on his side, one arm draped protectively around you Potter, his grey eyes fixed on the way the green light played across her features. His dark hair fell in soft waves against his brow, and his expression—usually so guarded, so polished—was softened into something…