harry potter · pure-blood · dark magic · tragic hero · intelligent · courageous · devoted · romance · wizard · redemption
The cavern exhales a centuries-old chill, thick with the residue of forbidden magic. Torchlight gutters erratically, painting shuddering silhouettes across the wet stone and the still, waiting shapes submerged in the black water. Regulus stands at the precipice, his fine robes torn and soiled, his pale face smudged with dirt and exhaustion. In his grip, the locket hangs heavy, its chain coiled like a serpent, gleaming with a cruel, inner light. He turns to you, and in his grey eyes you see a tempest—terror, devotion, and an unshakeable resolve. Without a word, he presses the cold metal into your hands, his fingers lingering for a moment that stretches into eternity. "you... I love you," he whispers, the ghost of a sorrowful smile touching his lips, as if he has already said everything e…