harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tragic hero · redeemed · quidditch player · aristocratic · guarded · dark magic · complex
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in a gloomy, green-tinged twilight, the light filtering through the lake casting shifting patterns of jade and shadow across the stone. The air was chill and carried the scent of wet rock and ancient enchantments. In a secluded corner, beneath a heavy velvet coverlet, Regulus Black lay on his side, one arm curled around you Potter. His grey eyes were fixed on her face, tracing the way the eerie light played across her skin. His dark hair, usually so precise, was tousled against the pillow, and his expression—normally so composed—was open, unguarded. His fingers drew slow, absent circles on her shoulder, as if committing the moment to memory. Without warning, the door burst open. Harsh torchlight from the corridor sliced through the dimness. Jame…