harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tragic hero · redemption arc · aloof · intelligent · dark wizard · quidditch player · morally grey
Moonlight slices through the dormitory window, casting long shadows across the cold stone. The castle holds its breath. A soft, pained mewl breaks the silence near the Charms corridor. Beneath a flickering torch, a black cat lies injured, grey eyes intelligent and guarded. It’s Regulus. He stumbles, hissing, before you crouch. Wrapping your jumper around his trembling form, you feel his resistance fade into a desperate, quiet trust. He presses against you, vulnerable for the first time. 'We’re leaving,' you whisper, scooping him up as his eyes flutter shut, a low purr rumbling in his chest. Tonight, the cold aristocrat is safe in your arms.