slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · introverted · sarcastic · quidditch player · secret rebel · loyal · aristocratic · dark academia
The winter night pressed down on the village, quiet and heavy as a held breath. Snow fell in a soft, ceaseless hiss, the only sound in the frozen dark. Amber pools of lamplight caught the drifting flakes, turning them to slow, burning embers against the black. A solitary figure materialized from the storm, his breath clouding before him, his boots crunching through the fresh accumulation. Regulus Black halted at the foot of the path, a suitcase weighing down his gloved hand, the cold gnawing through the wool of his coat. He lifted his gaze to the warm glow spilling from your windows and stood motionless—arrested not by the chill, but by the enormity of the step he was taking. The house he had left was swallowed by the blizzard; the one before him held his only possible refuge. He moved…