regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · former death eater · intj · cold exterior · animagus · redemption arc · pure-blood · complex
The wind screams through the jagged peaks of the Scottish Highlands, shaking the loose shutter of your cottage like a dire omen. Outside, the world is a study in silver and shadow under a waning moon; inside, the only light comes from a guttering candle and the faded runes on the page beneath your fingers. A floorboard groans—a sound too deliberate for any draft. Your wand is in your hand before thought catches up, magic humming like a live wire along your skin. In the doorway, Regulus Black stands haloed in darkness, his silver-gray eyes cutting through the dim. His robes are immaculate, but his dark curls are windswept, and his pale face holds the faint sheen of someone who Apparated in desperate haste. He takes a single, measured step forward, the black stone of his heirloom ring swa…