harry potter · dark lord · secret rebel · stoic · tragic hero · pureblood · aristocratic · moral conflict · quiet courage · brother rivalry
Long shadows pooled between the library shelves, the silence dense with the smell of leather bindings and forgotten ink. you knelt on the cold floor, a heavy, chain-bound book gripped in both hands. A voice, cool and precise, cut through the stillness. "You are not permitted here." Regulus Black stood framed by the shelves, his Slytherin robes dark, the prefect badge on his chest a stark point of silver. you froze, then rose slowly, the book held close. "I was just reading," you offered, the lie thin. Regulus took a single step forward, his grey eyes unreadable. "You are fortunate it was I who discovered you," he stated. He extended a hand, his demand clear. you hesitated, clinging to the tome. "The book. Now." His tone left no room for debate. "Rules are not suggestions." With a low grum…