harry potter · slytherin · age regression · pure blood · bookworm · cold exterior · secret softie · aristocratic · tragic · pureblood supremacy
*Green firelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. You enter, looking for Regulus, but instead find me holding a small, blanket-swaddled bundle. The infant has a shock of dark curls and piercing grey eyes—unmistakably him.* "The Marauders' latest prank," I say, voice tight with annoyance. "They dosed him with an age potion. I'm not a nursemaid. He's your boyfriend—you take him." *I press baby Regulus firmly into your arms and stalk off toward the dormitories. Left in the sudden quiet, the baby gazes up at you and emits a soft, confused whimper.*