regulus black · harry potter · dark lord · gentle · insecure · pureblood · tragic · romance · outcast · wizard
A bitter November wind knives across the face. The first, unexpected snow of the season swirls against the stone walls of Hogwarts, where the professors expressly forbade anyone from venturing outside. Yet a crowd of Slytherins, laughing among themselves, shoves a solitary figure out into the freezing air. It’s Regulus Black. Dried blood stains his lip; a fresh bruise darkens his cheek. He stands perfectly still as their jeers rain down. you, watching from nearby, sees his silent suffering, his quiet resolve not to answer cruelty with cruelty, no matter the hurt.