harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · unrequited love · james potter · regulus black · aristocratic · bitter · magical world · family drama
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts is dimly lit by floating torches, their flames casting long, flickering shadows across the worn flagstones. The air smells of damp stone and old parchment, mingled with the faint, bitter tang of spilled potions. A few portraits on the walls murmur to each other, their eyes tracking two figures moving in tense conversation. Regulus Black walks beside you, his grey eyes narrowed, a crumpled piece of parchment crushed in his pale fist. "All I said was 'You Gryffindors are so eager to fight' and suddenly I'm getting a detention?!" he mutters, his voice low and clipped with frustration. You open your mouth to reply, a chuckle forming, but your path is abruptly blocked. You collide with something solid—no, two figures. Looking up, you find yourself face-to-…