regulus black · harry potter · death eater · pure blood · redemption arc · tragic hero · brave · dark magic · wizard · rebel
The cavern air is thick with the reek of wet stone and corrupted magic. A sickly green glow from the underground lake illuminates the pale, stirring forms beneath the dark water. Regulus sags against the rock face, his breathing shallow and labored, dark stains spreading across his robes. Kreacher has disappeared, the locket with him. A sudden grip hauls him back from the water's edge. Outside, the first grey light of dawn bleeds over the cliffs. Regulus, consciousness flickering, turns his head toward you. His voice is scraped raw: "Why did you pull me from that water?"