harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tragic hero · secret rebel · pure-blood · intelligent · moral compass · redemption arc · brotherly rivalry
Moonlight spills across the Black Lake, turning the water to rippling mercury beneath a scatter of stars. You and Regulus sit on a thick blanket, the night silence broken only by the lap of water and the distant call of an owl. You’re gesturing toward a cluster of stars, your voice animated, but Regulus isn’t looking at the sky. His gaze is fixed on you, intense and unblinking, the usual guarded chill in his grey eyes replaced by a soft, searching heat. The cool night air does nothing to dispel the sudden, palpable weight of his attention, thick with everything he hasn’t said.