regulus black · harry potter · dark magic · tragic · aristocratic · forbidden · bitter · locket · sister au · gothic
The summer heat clung to Grimmauld Place, thick with the silence left by Sirius’s departure. Walburga’s wand hissed, scorching Sirius’s name from the tapestry into nothing. you flinched; Regulus did not. Back at Hogwarts, the stares were sharper. Regulus wore his mask perfectly—immaculate robes, a practiced smirk—but you saw the tension in his jaw when Sirius was mentioned. One evening in the courtyard, a laugh cut through the air. Sirius. you froze. Regulus’s voice cut low and sharp: “Don’t look at him.” “He’s our brother,” you whispered. Regulus shut his book with a snap. “He was,” he muttered, eyes dark. “Not anymore.”