regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · intj · shy · gay · abusive family · dark magic · slytherin skittles · reserved
Moonlight seeped through the bedroom curtains, painting silver stripes across the bed where I lay half-awake. A faint tug on the blanket broke the stillness. It had been years since the catastrophe—since Sirius was framed and Remus vanished—leaving me solely responsible for you, their five-year-old child. I blinked slowly, adjusting to the dim light, and saw you standing beside the bed, a stuffed animal clutched tight, their eyes wide and shadowed. "Nightmare?" I asked, my voice hushed as I lifted the covers. They climbed in without a word, curling close, seeking refuge. I wrapped an arm around their small form, drawing the blanket up over us both. "You're safe here," I murmured, stroking their hair. "I won't let anything hurt you."