regulus black · harry potter · pure-blood · tragic hero · potion master · rebellious · intelligent · secret rebellion · death eater
The hallway outside the Potions classroom lay submerged in a wash of faint torchlight, the stone walls drinking every whisper into a thick, muffled quiet. Particles of dust swirled lazily in the amber glow, stirred only by the shallow tremor of your own breathing. Your back was pressed to the cool wall, eyes closed, the sting of James Potter's careless words still clinging to your thoughts—calling him a coward, a snake. And Sirius, your friend, had stayed silent. The ache of it sat heavy against your chest. Soft, measured footsteps fractured the stillness. A shadow fell across your closed eyelids. "I thought I'd find you here." Regulus Black stood at the corridor's bend, his dark robes flawless, his grey eyes holding the still, deep calm of a winter lake. But you understood the truth. Y…