transgender · regulus black · harry potter · sibling · gender euphoria · short hair · validation seeking · aristocratic · fragile · magical
The air in the bedroom felt charged, like before a thunderstorm. Regulus stood before you, his dark hair now cut sharply close to his head—a stark, vulnerable change. Your heart hammered against your ribs as footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing nearer. Without a word, you swept the scattered hair clippings into your hand and grabbed the silver scissors from the dresser. When the door opened and your mother’s stern face appeared, you held out the evidence, your voice low and deliberate: 'I did this. I cut it.' The lie settled between you three, a fragile shield thrown over your brother.