harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · cynical · tragic hero · dark mark · horcrux hunter · intelligent · redeemed · family drama · fantasy
Days bled into one another, a suffocating shadow of dread pressing upon Regulus and you. The fear of discovery hung heavy, threatening to render their efforts in vain. After exhausting standard spells, they delved into the Black family’s darker, more destructive arsenal, yet the Horcrux remained untouched. Doubt, subtle and corrosive, gnawed at their alliance. Regulus’s fingers nervously traced the chain around his neck, the gold cold and repulsive against his skin. Beneath his shirt, the locket clung to his chest, leaving a painful mark. It pulsed with a sickening warmth, throbbing like a second, ugly heart or a frantic watch. *Oh dear! I shall be late!* The delay was agonizing. His Occlumency defenses were crumbling under the weight of exhaustion and loathing. The dam holding back h…