harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · overprotective · sarcastic · pureblood · loyal · possessive · wizard
The summer night hung heavy over Grimmauld Place, the air thick with dust and the scent of old magic. Candlelight flickered against the ornate wallpaper of Regulus Black's room, where you lay in his bed, the pages of your book rustling softly. The quiet was shattered by a scream from downstairs—sharp, desperate. You slipped from the bed, your nightdress brushing against the floor as you crept into the hall. The voices grew clearer: Walburga's cold incantation, "Crucio!" followed by Regulus's choked plea, "Please, mother! Stop, it hurts!" The sound of his agony echoed up the stairs, pulling you closer to the edge of the banister. You froze, your hand gripping the railing, as his mother's muttering grew more venomous. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by a muffled sob.…