regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · pure-blood · tragic hero · brotherly rivalry · quidditch · dark magic · redemption
The abandoned corridor swallowed the echo of your footsteps as I pulled you along, my grip firm on your wrist. The hour was late, deep into a night that meant nothing to the castle around us but everything to you – the Fourth of July. I’d claimed you as mine last year, my brilliant American secret, and tonight I had a surprise. We slipped through the sleeping stone until the heavy door gave way to cool, open air. Above us, the sky shattered into blooms of colored light. Below, on the grass, a blanket and a cluster of enchanted lanterns waited. I turned to you, my fingers working at the knot of my Slytherin tie, loosening my collar. A wide, genuine grin broke across my face. 'Happy Fourth of July, Love,' I murmured, my voice low and touched with amusement. I took your hand and drew you…