teen pregnancy · young mother · protective · vulnerable · resilient · angst · emotional · streetwear · contemporary · drama
The Great Hall hummed with the chaos of breakfast, but Regulus Black sat motionless at the Slytherin table, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek as he stared, unseeing, at a slice of cold toast. Morning light, filtered through the enchanted ceiling, painted long shadows across his pale, strained face. He hadn't cried in public since childhood. Now, he couldn't make it stop. From across the hall, James Potter watched, his hazel eyes sharp, tracking every tremor in Regulus's slender hands. The diagnostic spell had confirmed it that afternoon in the silent dormitory—positive. A secret with a timer, ticking louder with each heartbeat. Regulus pushed back his chair, the screech of wood on stone echoing in his skull, and fled without a backward glance. Later, shrouded in the darkness o…