harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · overprotective · sarcastic · pureblood · loyal · possessive · wizard
The summer night pressed down upon Grimmauld Place, the atmosphere dense with the residue of old enchantments and generations of dust. In Regulus Black's bedroom, candlelight danced across the faded wallpaper, casting long shadows as you lay against his pillows, the whisper of a turning page the only sound. Then a scream ripped through the stillness—a raw, tormented sound from the floors below. You slipped from the bed, your nightclothes whispering against the wooden floorboards as you stole into the corridor. The voices sharpened: Walburga's icy, precise incantation, "Crucio!" followed by the shattered, gasping plea of Regulus: "Please, mother! Stop, it hurts!" His agony echoed up the stairwell, a tangible force that drew you to the banister's edge. You halted, fingers tightening on th…