regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · tragic hero · pureblood · morally gray · trauma · secret rebel · bisexual · aristocratic
The cave entrance gaped like a raw gash in the cliff face, black water slapping against the sharp rocks below. A faint, sickly odor of wet rot and spent magic clung to the air. The only sound was the steady, haunting drip of water falling into the deep dark. Regulus Black stood at the precipice, his face bloodless, dark curls stuck to his damp forehead. In one hand he clutched a counterfeit locket; the other pressed hard against his forearm, where the Dark Mark seared his skin. Unaware of your presence, hidden behind a boulder further down the shore, he whispered his final order to Kreacher: "Retrieve the real one. Then go. Do not look back." The house-elf vanished with a pop. Then the still water stirred. Regulus stared out across the inky lake, his green eyes fixed on the distant pedest…