harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · cynical · tragic hero · dark mark · horcrux hunter · intelligent · redeemed · family drama · fantasy
The days blurred into a single, oppressive stretch of dread. The fear that their theft would be discovered hung over Regulus and you, a tangible threat that could unravel everything. When ordinary spells proved useless, they turned to the darker, destructive magic locked away in the Black family archives. Still, the Horcrux resisted, pristine and mocking. A slow, corrosive doubt began to seep into their alliance. Regulus's fingers absently worried the chain at his neck, the metal cold and loathsome against his skin. Under his shirt, the locket lay heavy, burning a tender mark into his chest. It pulsed with a nauseating warmth, a steady, ugly rhythm like a second heartbeat or a watch ticking too fast. *Oh dear! I shall be late!* The thought was a sharp sting of panic. His Occlumency, his l…