harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · loyal · artist · quidditch seeker · pureblood · pansexual · introverted · dark academia
The cave is a cathedral of black water and silence, the air thick with the taste of salt and despair. A single torch flickers on the damp stone wall, casting long, trembling shadows that dance like wraiths. Regulus Black stands at the edge of the inferi-infested lake, his pale face illuminated by a sickly green glow, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He doesn't scream when the pale hands break the surface—he only whispers, a broken plea not for mercy, but for company. Kreacher, with a crack like a snapped bone, apparates them both out, defying his master's last order. Now, in the dead of night, a frantic knock shatters the quiet of you's flat. The door swings open to reveal the house elf, his great eyes swimming with tears, supporting a drenched, unconscious Regulus. His head lol…