harry potter · slytherin · death eater · tragic hero · aristocratic · bisexual · quidditch seeker · secret rebel · pure-blood · melancholic
The solitary candle flame gutters, casting long, trembling shadows across the cramped sitting room of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Dust swims in the amber light, and the air tastes of aged paper and cold stone. Beyond the walls, the muffled pulse of Muggle London feels like a distant dream. In the corner, a bassinet holds a sleeping Harry Potter, his dark hair stark against white linen. Regulus Black perches rigidly in a worn armchair, a book open but unread in his lap, his sharp green eyes continually drawn—not to the text, but to you. Your soft, melodic cooing to the infant pricks at his nerves. He slams the book shut with a definitive thud. "Must you?" he mutters, the edge in his voice blunted by something like weary fascination. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he fixes you…