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Building Bridges

Regulus Black X Potter!F!Reader

Summary: After finding the note left behind R.A.B in the presumed Horcrux. The Golden Trio seek Sirius’ help in locating R.A.B, they end up finding him yet the reunion is not as expected. (Roughly set at the beginning of DH)

Note: Sirius didn’t die in Order of the Phoenix and Regulus didn’t die in the cave he just run off abroad to hide :p

I haven’t written for Harry Potter (ever) so apologies for any thing that might be out of character! ;-; i kept thinking about this rough idea during work

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Harry looked up and locked eyes with his Godfather, Sirius had been silent the entire time. They were perched neatly in a two by two formation, his two best friends behind him and his only remaining familial tie. They had taken a portkey to the Scottish highlands, the icy gusts of wind cutting threw Hermione’s ponytail so high it nearly smacked Ron on the back of his head.

“Sirius, are you sure this is the right place?” Harry’s fingers clutched his forearms, rubbing them vehemently to produce some warmth.

In front of them was a lonesome cabin, mere metres away from the vast forest line that dotted along the coastal shores. Crashing waves hit the jagged rocks like the sound of an applause.

Sirius clutched onto the note the Golden trio had given him.

“For years I had questioned by brother’s last found writings. I am certain this is what he meant.”

The quartet marched ahead, the uneven stone path dug into Ron’s trainers, nearly tripping him, thankfully Hermione caught him by the seams of his jacket.

The door beyond had its metal hinges rusted beyond repair, a faint shadow of the number plate ‘8’ was the only reminisce of the original oak. Cracks and blackened mould painted over the door, weirdly however, the door knocker was untouched, no sign of usage or age. Despite Sirius’ persistence to wait to check the area, Harry banged his first against the wood, the booming shakes forced the door knocker to tap in sync.

There was a faint shout from within the cabin, heavy footsteps and whispers. Then silence.

The door creaked open, a woman tight lipped and furrowed eyebrows, her E/C eyes shot daggers towards Harry. She glanced at Ron, then Hermione and finally she focused on Sirius.

With a swift push, the door flung open revealing herself and a disheveled man behind her aiming his wand towards them.

“Sirius! Oh My! You’re alive!” She threw her arms around Sirius, behind Ron was flabbergasted, yet Hermione had her wand matched with the man behind the woman.

“Y/N, what are you- Regulus?” Before Sirius could enjoy his reunion with his long lost friend, he could only focus on his brother.

“Regulus Arcturus Black.” Harry spoke softly.

“Do not call me that,”

Regulus’ grip on his wand tightened with a slight shake in his wrist, his fingernails dug into his palms. “How did you find this place?”

Y/N took a few steps back and held onto Regulus’ raised arm gently easing it lower and lower.

“Darling, put your wand down. Your brother has finally come home yet you show him such malice. It has been years may we talk about this over tea,” her whisper felt like a soft hug unlike any other. “Please?”

After guiding the four to their small dinning table, Y/N left to the kitchen to boil the kettle. With only two chairs at the table, Harry, Ron and Hermione insisted on standing behind Sirius, who sat opposite his scowl faced brother.

After years of believing his brother’s death, Sirius now was sat face to face with the little boy he used to love. But they were both no longer just boys, now they were men, in the eye of a hurricane waiting for things to come to a crash. Regulus’ hair had become unruly, his curls was as just as untameable as Sirius’. His previously porcelain face, had deeply settled in scars and frown lines that framed his lips. He was far from the young boy destined for power and prestige. He now slept under a rotting roof with walls that could barely hold its own weight. Sirius was torn between grasping his brother after years of separation or running away from everything all over again. But war was coming and time was of the essence. They must leave Scotland for London by nightfall, with everything Regulus knew of the Dark Lord.

“Here, it’s just my own blend of floral herbs and spices. It is quite hard to purchase any professionally made tea round here. It tastes better with a bit of honey, don’t worry.” Y/N laid out two teacups, three short glasses and one tall glass full of her freshly brewed tea. In the middle of the table was a pot of honey with a teaspoon lodged inside. “Please bare with the glassware, we only have enough for the two of us.”

Regulus sat in silence, eyes closed lightly sipping his tea that had two teaspoons of honey mixed in.

“Let’s cut to the chase.” said Harry, Regulus still not paying him any mind, whilst Y/N’s eyes softened when he spoke.

“Regulus, we found this note in this locket signed R.A.B, your initials.” Hermione chucked the locket by its chain onto the table, skidding across to meet Y/N’s fingers. “We know its a fake. We need to know where the real one is now. Voldem-“

“Do not speak his name.” Despite his stern tone, Regulus had delicately placed his teacup onto the table with no splash.

“Under my roof, my home. You do not say that wretched name.”

Sirius slams his hands onto the table, abruptly standing up.

“Regulus, first you fake your death and now I find you cozying up with Y/N Potter, of all people! You are to give these children that bloody locket now or I will show you how Azkaban has changed me!” Sirius’ voice boomed against the four walls, leading Regulus to look up with a scowl.

“Brother,” the younger Black rose from his chair and stepped towards Sirius, in a matter of seconds he had grabbed the elder Black by his collar and slammed him against the nearby wall. His tongue spewed venom targeted his brother.

“You still remain as ill-tempered as always. You have no right to stand in front of me and disrespect my family. Leave whilst I show you mercy!” Regulus already had wand digging deep into Sirius’ throat, in response Sirius had gripped his younger brother’s wrist, attempting to claw his fingers away.

“Regulus! Stop it this instant!” Y/N screeched, pulling her husband away from his brother. Sirius dropped to the floor coughing, Regulus looked down at his brother with a glare, spat on the top of Sirius’ head and left the room.

Harry was left stunned in place. His Godfather looked like a shell of a man the moment he locked eyes with his brother. Now, his estranged aunt was comforting his Godfather after everything. How strange.

“Come, let’s move to the living room and we can all talk calmly there, without my husband.”

Ron turned to Hermione and whispered ‘husband?’ With his eyes darting across the room to focus on the many framed photographs of Y/N and Regulus. Hermione, as shocked as Ron was, merely shrugged and followed the adults to the front room.

Like the rest of the house, the sofa was barely useable, the longer they sat the further they sunk into the cushions. Harry, Ron and Hermione shared the three seater, Y/N perched at the edge of her armchair. Whilst Sirius leaned against the wall by the door with his head down, he felt beyond ashamed at his reunion with his brother.

Hermione coughed trying to clear the air of any tension, “Sorry that we didn’t get to have your tea Miss Potter- or uhm Black-“

“Y/N’s fine dear.” Her E/C eyes softened at the teenagers, they reminded her so much of her brother’s friends in their younger years.

“Y/N, how are you related to me? Sirius hasn’t spoken about you until earlier today.”

She gasped comically, clutching her chest to add to the act.

“Pads, you traitor! You were supposed to be my best friend!” She fake cried but Sirius looked up pleading to her with a string of unintelligible excuses. With a light chuckle her demeanour changed.

“No, in all seriousness I’m not surprised. You were never supposed to know about me Harry. We may be related by name, but not by blood. I was adopted into the Potter family, almost like dear Padfoot here.” Sirius huffed in response.

“I basically was already part of the family when I join you guys.”

Y/N chuckled sincerely this time, her left hand covering her smile, a noticeable silver loop around her finger.

“Yes and you ate all of my hidden chocolates by the third day you were with us!”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at this family’s banter. He was so used to the bickering and squabbling of the Dursleys’, and he hadn’t seen Sirius so animated with anyone but him and Remus.

“Harry, I wish I could’ve been there for you. But before your birth I had responsibilities that called for me that I could not disobey.” Y/N stood up and began to rummage through a chest of draws in the corner of the dimly lit room. She turned around and knelt by Harry’s knees placing a little cardboard box onto his lap. She began to slowly take out its belongings. An enchanted photograph, a notebook and a rusted Snitch.

“After my brother and his friends left for the Order, I tried to join but was vehemently denied by Dumbledore.” She lifted up the tattered notebook, “It would be too long to go into details but to summarise - he did not see me fit to fight alongside James. Instead I was given a separate mission that meant relocation to France. I too was tasked by Dumbledore to find a Horcrux, more so, I was tasked on recovering Regulus. I found both, clearly.” She placed the notebook back in the box and picked up the photograph.

“This was the last time I saw your father, my brother. 1979, their wedding. Look at how young we were Sirius!” She looked up, smiling lightly at the man holding back her tears, he now was leaning over the sofa looking at the photograph in her hand. It was the entire Marauder’s pack alongside Lily who hand her arms linked with Y/N’s both laughing towards the camera. Sirius had his arm slung over James’ shoulders whose tie and top button were undone. Remus and Peter were behind the two, ruffling James’ hair and chanting a silent hoorah for their union.

“That was quite a night, if I remember correctly you couldn’t stop crying at the reception. Saying how you always dreamed of having a sister and Lily was the perfect woman for the role. You were so drunk!”

“I was not!” Y/N screeched, Sirius only laughed in response.

The teens laughed at Y/N’s outcry. Harry kept watching the photograph loop, his parents and their friends could forever enjoy an eternal happiness in this photograph. He only wished he could experience all of their joy and warmth together in person.

“Ahem. As I was saying,” Y/N sat herself down on the armrest beside Harry. “I loved your parents Harry, I truly wish I was there for your birth, for everything. Unfortunately after that night, I had to fulfil my duty as Dumbledore’s foreign agent. By the time news reached to me of James and Lily’s death and Sirius’ arrest, it was too late. I was ordered to not contact you. So I,” With a deep sigh Y/N looked towards the hanging photograph of her and Regulus.

“I threw myself at work, by my fifth year of scouring the neighbourhoods of Europe, I finally found Regulus. And well, you can guess that happened next.” She dangled her ringed left hand over her knee.

“I never meant to keep everything a secret for so long, it became life consuming. By the time I had realised nearly 18 years had pasted, I was a different woman. I’m so sorry Harry.” Y/N clung onto her nephew in a tight embrace, tears dampening his shirt. He gripped her back in response as if she were to disappear from his arms. As they parted, Y/N’s sombre gaze started to brighten.

“Regulus means no harm to you three,” she turns to Sirius “Of course, you know your own relationship with your brother better than anyone else. I know you don’t plan on staying here any longer than you must, so let me handle it. Just stay here for a bit, I’ll get you the locket.”

Then she left the room, leaving behind an ear piercing silence.

“Do you think we could grab some food from the kitchen whilst she’s gone?” Ron uttered.

“I’m sure she won’t mind. Knowing her, she has probably hidden her snacks behind some bowls.” Sirius chortled, he drifted into the hallway and entered the kitchen.

He opened the cupboards one by one until he found Y/N’s fine china. And just as he guessed, she had placed a packet of custard cremes behind a stack of bowls. Still using the same hiding spot, shame there’s no chocolates this time. Before he could shut the cupboard door, he heard shouting from the slightly opened backdoor to the right of him.

“You have no idea what they’ve probably been through to even get here Reg!” Y/N was stood next to Regulus, who was smoking a cigarette and tapping his foot against the grass.

“He shouldn’t be here. I don’t care for the young Potter, he can do what he pleases with that damned piece of shit. I just don’t want to see him for one more second!”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! Don’t you dare speak ill about my nephew! And in case you forgot, you took my name! You’re a Potter now as well, he is your nephew! Don’t you care about your family? Your brother is here acting more of a father figure than anyone else could for that boy who has only known pain. You of all people should know what it’s like to live like that.” Y/N hand grabbed Regulus’ hand and lightly rubbed the back of his palm.

“…so he can be there for Harry but not me. Y/N, I-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I can’t just let him back into my life like nothing happened. We left that world behind because of how much it has failed me. You. Us. I only planned my life with you in mind, not once did I consider my brother and now Harry to be there. It’s all too much. I just want things to go back to how it was. Back when it was just you and me.”

Regulus began to softly whimper, Sirius could see from the crack of the door Regulus’ shaking head of hair against Y/N’s shoulder, he saw his brother’s shoulders shake whilst he clung onto Y/N’s waist. Y/N lightly rubbed Regulus’ back with her right hand and patted his hair softly with her left. Just as he did when the two were children.

“I know darling, I know. But we’ll take it slowly. One step at a time. For now,” The two pulled back from each other, their foreheads pressed against one another. “We give them the Horcrux, and once it’s all over. We’ll invite them round for a proper meal. And we can finally clean up the place, yeah?” Regulus hummed a light tune and nodded, he closed his eyes and kissed Y/N’s lips delicately.

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“Exactly as I suspected! Right behind the bowls,” Sirius returned to the front room before he could see the couple be affectionate to each other. The thought of his best friend’s sister and his brother together was still alien to him. He drew a biscuit from the packet and kept it between his teeth, then threw the whole packet at Ron who gladly caught it in his arms.

It was nearing sunset, they would’ve ideally made their way back to London by now. Harry couldn’t help but sit in silence admiring the photograph in his hands, clutching to it like a prayer.

Y/N and Regulus walk into the room, hand in hand. Before Sirius could utter an apology to his brother, the younger Black pushed his fisted hand towards him, then revealing Slytherin’s Locket in the palm of his hand.

“Take it. Take it and destroy it. Once you’re done with it. Y/N wants you back for a proper dinner.” Sirius slowly takes the chain of the locket, once the weight had been freed from Regulus’ hand, he unlocked his fingers from Y/N’s and disappeared back into the halls of their cabin. Y/N only looked towards them with a glint of hope.

“He’ll come round eventually, you know. He’s changed over the years.”

Whilst Hermione and Ron were nibbling at the biscuits, Harry turned around and stood to face his aunt.

“Y/N can I, can I keep this? Just for now, I’ll give it back once I come back to visit. I just, I really-“

Y/N only chuckled at her nephew’s nervous demeanour, “Of course love. Just make sure you look after it okay? Plus I’ll need you back here with your uncle here so we can take more photos to put up on my walls!”

Sirius, who was still chewing half of his biscuit interrupts “Actually I’m his Godfather,”

The H/C haired woman flipped her head around, “Since when? Why would James- Are those my custard cremes?”

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“Goodbye Y/N! Goodbye Mr Regulus!” Ron waved as they walked down the stone path back to where they left the port key. He turned to Hermione, “You know maybe living out in the wild seems alright, you know? Pretty nice don’t you think?”

“You think you could make your own food and drink from just the bare essentials like Y/N?” The curly-haired girl retorted with a smile.

“Oh well no, maybe I could just conjure up something!” The two continued to bicker and laugh till the end of the path. Behind them Harry and Sirius stuck a few seconds longer to speak with Y/N.

“I’m sorry for the state of our cabin, my dear. I’ll make sure Regulus repairs all of the broken furniture before your return!”

A faint “I heard that!” echoed from the hallway. Y/N laughed and drew Harry into a hug, lightly patting his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll see you soon.” Harry squeezed her tightly and thanked her again softly, promising to return the moment he is finished with his goal. He turns back and rushes to his friends.

Y/N steps back and turned to Sirius. “Pads, tell me who else is left from us lot?”

“Ah well, Moony’s still kicking, still part of the Order.” The two laugh at the thought of their shared memories. A light sigh trails the end of their joy.

“Merlin, things really have changed so much now. I heard that it was Peter, yes?”

Sirius nodded, still resentful towards his traitorous friend yet his eyes gleamed with sorrow. Y/N rubbed his forearm in response to comfort him.

“You’ve got us now. Reggie will take a while, but you’ve got Harry and me. We’re family now. So, don’t be a stranger okay?”

After a lifetime apart, the two friends hug as if it was their last day at Hogwarts all over again. As Sirius walked back to the teenagers ready to go back to London, he took one last look at the cabin behind him. From an upstairs window, he saw his brother. The two nodded at each other, either out of pure politeness or an unconscious agreement to meet again, to rebuild what was lost.

#regulus black x reader #regulus black #sirius black #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #the marauders #the marauders fanfic #regulus black angst #regulus black fanfic #sirius black x reader

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urmultideadfandomperson · 14 days

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Hi hi!!! So I had this idea cause it's a cute idea But draw your summoner and their love interest or interests doing a couples cosplay or a group cosplay!!! Just thought it was a cute idea, you could even write out what they'd dress up as Its ok if you dont wanna tho! ^^

Heya, Gloria! Thanks so much for such a creative ask! I did my best to draw this one. (I used up 200+ layers in ibisPaint X... rip my phone storage and finger :'3)

Anyway, here it is!

Tada! The three of them are cosplaying Dahlia's favorite characters from her favorite book, The Young Elites series by Marie Lu!

Dahlia is cosplaying the beloved antihero protagonist, Adelina Amouteru.

Arcturus is cosplaying the brooding, disgraced royal prince of Kenettra (also the leader of the Dagger Society), Enzo Valenciano!

And lastly, Vega is cosplaying the gorgeous, two-faced courtesan of the Fortunata Court (and also Enzo's second-in-command), Raffaele Laurent Bessette!

This artwork took a long time to finish, but the results were worth it! <33

BONUS UNDER THE CUT!

Some lazy drawings of Enzo, Raffaele, and Dahlia as the seventh member of the Dagger Society...

The Wanderer, the Elite who can summon doors from thin air. Through every door she opens, The Wanderer is led to different locations and she can walk on its land as she wished. Many witnessed The Wanderer strolling around so casually, then she disappears in all of a sudden, only to be seen strolling elsewhere.

She was called a vicious beast. Her unnatural jade green locks flows so flawlessly through the wind; the hair that belongs to a demon. Her brown complexion smooth as porcelain in sight, but rough in reality like the grounds of hell. The Wanderer's eyes are the most extraordinary of them all—dark brown irises with a pair of blue, irregular-shaped pupils that glow under the darkness of her cloak.

There have been rumors spreading quickly like wildfire in all nations—Kenettra, Tamoura, Domacca, Merroutas, Dumor, Beldain. One said The Wanderer likes to cut off children's tongues when they disobey their parents. Another said she likes to murder people when the midnight bell strike. Some said she loves to carve her mark on one's arm; a beautifully drawn flower. The flower is unknown for now, but it is indeed lovely.

However, those are only stories and myths from anonymous people. None of these villagers had proof they have met The Wanderer up close, though many believe the story of The Wanderer carving her mark, shown by some villagers with a carved flower drawing on their limb. Even so, these stories only show how malicious malfettos truly are to this world.

Nobody is certain of who The Wanderer truly is. Until this day, she remains a hidden mystery. But one thing is known. Let this be a warning to all.

Never look into The Wanderer's eyes...

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight nation #arcana twilight fanart #artw #the young elites #the rose society #the midnight star #adelina amouteru #enzo valenciano #raffaele laurent bessette #the dagger society #marie lu #the young elites fanart #the young elites cosplay #cosplay

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angie-random-blog · 5 years

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Inktober/ HAPPY BIRTHDAY PORCELAIN!!

#my art #my ocs #friend's oc #otp #porcelain the porcupine #arcturus hedgehog #lily eden hedgehog #shard #hudson hedgehog #wander the hedgehog #arcturus x porcelain #shard x wander #*cant believe shes one already 😭❤*#( might do more arcturus x porcelain)#(i miss drawing them 😂❤)#arcturus is not my character #arcturus belongs to my amazing friend imilenium

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Pretty Face | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius takes his girlfriend to his family home and Walburga takes out all her pent up jealousy out on her.

Inspiration: Click

Walburga Black didn’t have the life every girl dreamed about. She always dreamed of an extravagant wedding with the man of her dreams. Perhaps a tall man with a sweet personality. One to take care of her when she had a bad day at work. But that was not the life she got.

Instead, Walburga Black had an arranged marriage with her cousin Orion. The wedding was extravagant, but she definitely wasn’t marrying the man of her dreams. Sure he was tall, with dark hair and gleaming grey eyes, but he wasn’t sweet. He was quite the opposite. He had a tongue of silver, and his brutal words brought a knife to her heart.

Waking up to Orion was like waking up on Christmas Day alone. You can feel it; it’s so close, but yet it’s never quite right. The feeling of loneliness is there, and it never fades. Walburga was beautiful, or at least she thought so. Beautiful thick raven hair and eyes bluer than the sky, cheeks full and colored. If she was this beautiful, then why did she deserve this cruel of a fate.

Pressure is the worst motivator. Walburga’s mother - Irma - pushed her and Orion to have children before she couldn’t carry them. Irma wanted grandchildren, and Walburga needed to produce an heir before; for some reason, she couldn’t. The Black family name needed to continue and get passed down.

As a result of Orion and Walburga’s parent's pressure, she got pregnant with their first child. She hated this. She hated knowing that this child would grow up without a loving parental relationship. Orion and Walburga couldn’t love each other. They just couldn’t. But she wished that for her unborn child, they could.

After much debate, they decided to name him Sirius Orion Black the Third. Sirius was the brightest star in the Canis Major - the dog constellation. His middle name was a regular hand-me-down. Most boys got their middle name from their fathers first, and most girls got theirs from their mothers first.

Sirius was the most beautiful baby boy. Maybe she was biased, but she thought he was gorgeous. His skin was beautiful porcelain, and his eyes were so bright, energetic, and full of life. Something Walburga used to have but no longer did. He was her pride and joy—his little giggles and his voice when he began to talk. Sirius Black would be her everything - her one reason.

But eventually, that one reason would become two. She was pregnant again. While her first pregnancy, she felt entirely alone. Now she had Sirius, and he was so sweet. During days where Walburga didn’t feel like getting out of bed, leaving Orion to take care of him, Sirius would sneak away to spend time with his momma. Sirius would crawl to the side of the bed and poke her until she held him in her arms.

He would lay on his side and snuggle his back into her chest. Walburga would place her hand on his stomach, placing the covers over them both. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got. Orion was god awful, but her son was everything.

Nine months later, Regulus Arcturus Black. His first name was a star in the Leo constellation, while his middle name was inherited from his Grandfather. The same pale skin as Sirius and sparkling silver eyes. She now had two reasons to continue. Her little boys, till the end.

It wasn’t until both boys were five when Irma had a talk with Walburga about how they should be raised. Personally, Walburga thought they were the perfect little boys. Okay, sometimes they would break something, but that was normal, wasn’t it? They were boys, and they cause a ruckus. Sirius had tuffs of straight black raven hair. Regulus’ hair was wavier but still held the dark color.

Of course, they knew their manners. Saying titles such as ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir,’ but apparently, that wasn’t enough in Irma’s eyes. They needed to sit straight, only speak when spoken to, begin their studies and stop being childish. But they were children. They’re supposed to be children.

Irma did the cruelest thing when this was brought up by saying that if Walburga didn’t straighten her boys up, they’d be banned from the Noble House of Black. So she tried. But Sirius and Regulus were already so in their roots that trying to get them to stop was damn near impossible. So she resulted in using spells as punishments.

By the age of seven, they were terrified of their mother. Walburga thought that Orion’s words could hurt her, but nothing hurt more than seeing her boys cower at the sight of her. She so badly wanted to cup their cheeks and give them kisses all over. She tried to baby them. She wanted them to have a childhood. But that couldn’t happen when you’re in the Noble House of Black.

So why did she feel this way? Was it envy? Was it jealousy? Why did she hate it when Sirius brought his girlfriend home?

Walburga couldn’t deny it. The girl was gorgeous. Her hair was silky smooth, rid of all tangles. Eyes of hypnotizing e/c. She seemed shy but still managed to be formal—greetings with the titles of ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir.’

Sirius was fourteen, him getting a girlfriend was bound to happen. He only got more good-looking as he grew up. His hair got longer, and his face became more defined. Not to mention how tall he got. He was taller than Walburga now. Her baby boy, who used to snuggle with her, was no longer such a baby. Of course, Walburga had scolded him for being in Gryffindor, but in reality, she was proud of him.

This girl - Y/n - was in Slytherin. She wasn’t a pureblood, in fact, she was a half-blood. But regardless, she was a Slytherin. Perhaps that could do some good for Sirius. Maybe Walburga wouldn’t have to ban him from the family-like Irma kept telling her to. Even as an old woman, she was a pain in the ass.

They all made it to the dining room, and Sirius pulled out Y/n’s chair, gently pushing her in. It made Walburga grit her teeth. Why couldn’t Orion show some decency when around guests? Why didn’t Orion do that? Is this what she’s been missing the entire time? She tried to swallow it as they began eating.

Y/n wiped her mouth with her napkin, “Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Black, for this meal. It’s terrific.”

Walburga did nothing to acknowledge her. It dampened Y/n’s mood a tad, not knowing what she had done to tick them off. Sirius reached his hand under the table, intertwining their fingers together. With his thumb, he drew hearts and smiled wildly. Their love made Walburga sick to see her son with that dopey smile on his face.

Regulus made conversation first after minutes of the awful silence, “So, Y/n, I saw you talking with Pandora and Marlene before the break. Are you guys friends?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Pandora is so sweet. She’s astute too.”

“Well, she is in Ravenclaw, makes sense.” Regulus shrugged, “What about Marlene?”

“Oh, well, we practice Quidditch together even if we’re on opposing teams.” Y/n answered, “Normally, someone else will join us like James or Nick, so Marlene throws the Bludgers at us while we throw the Quaffle around. It helps us learn how to dodge.”

Regulus had stars in his eyes, “That’s brilliant!”

“Thanks. You can always join us if you’d like.”

“I’d love to.”

Y/n smiled warmly at him as Walburga spoke up for the first time that night, “So, you and your friends hang out often?” Her tone sounded condescending.

“We do.” Walburga gritted her teeth, “I hang out with Leia the most, though. She’s been with me since the first year.”

“You guys must go out every night.”

She chuckled, “No, ma’am. Most of the time, Leia and I study. Sometimes Sirius and I sneak out to Hogsmeade, though.”

Sirius smiled as Y/n nudged him with her shoulder, gently kissing the top of her head, “You guys don’t have a care in the world, do you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re ruining the Black family name.” Walburga snapped, “All you have is a pretty face. You’re too happy and pretty for this family.”

Sirius tightened his grip on Y/n’s hand, “You shouldn’t get to choose who you marry. You’re in Slytherin. You get an arranged marriage.”

“Mum, I think that’s-“

“No!” She yelled, and both boys flinched, “You’re so pretty, aren’t you, doll? That doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things.”

“Looks mean nothing.” Walburga growled, “One day, Sirius will find better, and he’ll cheat on you because that’s all he’s ever seen.”

Sirius stood up abruptly, “That’s enough!”

“Walburga!” Orion shouted, and they turned to him, “Leave the girl alone.”

Walburga hmphed and sat back down in her seat. Y/n was flabbergasted, trying to digest everything that had just been said to her. Sirius was glaring daggers at his mother. That was improper and awful behavior. He wished that Y/n didn’t have to witness it. After dinner was over, they went up to Sirius’ room, where he packed a bag of some stuff, and they left to go to Y/n’s house.

Sirius had met Y/n’s parents prior, and they were so kind to him. It’s where he usually went over winter and Easter break. That night hon of them had gotten ready for bed. Sirius was in a hoodie and sweatpants. Y/n was wearing his Quidditch jersey and shorts.

Both of them slipped under the comforter of Y/n’s bed, and Sirius’ arms went around her waist, pulling her back close to his chest, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“It’s not your fault, Siri.” Y/n rubbed his hands, “You told me it was a bad idea, but I insisted anyway.”

“That’s because it’s normal to meet the parents.” Sirius sighed, “Mine just aren’t normal.”

Y/n turned to face him; his face looked crestfallen; she cupped his cheek, “Your parents were forced together. There was never any love in their marriage. That’s what makes them different. I think your mum saw us together and was jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Has your dad ever pulled out a chair for her?”

Sirius shook his head.

“Has he ever held your mum’s hand?”

Another shake.

“Kissed her?”

“Not by choice.”

“She’s jealous because you do all those things for me. You’re a gentleman, and she hates that.” Y/n replied, “She wanted a man like you to love her, but she never got that.”

Sirius kissed her palm, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n kissed his forehead, pulling his head to her chest, “I promise I’ll love you till the end.”

He kissed her neck in thanks, “Get some rest, puppy.”

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♫Lead Me Out Of The Dark- Crown The Empire// Marauders Era: Regulus x Reader

Request: could you do a imagine with Regulus and his muggleborn girlfriend after he finds out about horcruxes and decides to bring Voldemort down with song 'Lead Me Out Of the Dark' by Crown The Empire?

A/N: I know this is one of my more recent requests, and even though I try going in order, sometimes I just get inspired and this was one of those times, so I hope it’s good! I don’t know if it’s exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you like it either way and it was worth the wait!

You never really know anyone's story, Y/N writes on a torn piece of parchment, ink already staining her fingertips, trapped tears glistening in her y/e/c eyes and filling her soul, not even when you've heard it from their very lips time and time again. Not even when you see the honesty in the glimmer of their eyes and know that they are telling you the entire truth, stripped of coats of sugar and hidden details. You never really know anyone's story, because they don't know it themselves until it comes to an end.

She takes a deep breath, letting a teardrop fall onto the parchment and leave a grief filled stain at the bottom of the page. Her heart feels heavy as it brims with a storm of words, words she cannot sew together, and emotions she cannot describe that reflect off its velour chambers with unheard sounds. Each breath she takes stings at her lungs as she sits on the worn armchair that he once sat in, his arm wrapped around her waist while he whispered I love yous in her ear, filling her with joy she thought only existed in romance novels.

With a pained sigh, she picks up her quill and dips it into the small bottle of ink that sits by the parchment, the top of which is graced by her looped cursive writing, which almost seems to dance in front of her tear filled eyes. Her lips quiver as she presses the quill to paper.

Regulus Arcturus Black was the love of my life. Pain overflows at the truth filled words that have now left her mind, but she continues. He was a brave, loving, kind man, but no one knew, no one could guess the battles he was leading with himself for the things he was roped into doing, or the Gryffindor-like courage that filled him on that day. No one knew the whole story. No one but me.

The Black family is a cruel one: they could find flaws even in deity and make Merlin himself feel insufficient for the "privilege" of their presence. Regulus was nothing like that, a sob escapes her lips and she finds ink spilling onto the light surface of the table through the parchment that was now holed by the force with which she pressed down the quill. She doesn't care at all.

He never struggled to escape the cruel, elitist prison he was born into, like his brother did. He wouldn't jump to marry a muggleborn like his cousin did. No, somehow, Regulus found respect for his parents within his pure heart, admiration even, despite the knowledge that they were anything but good people. Their support for the Dark Lord during his rise shocked Regulus, even though he'd never find himself admitting to anyone but me.

I am writing this to explain his actions, to defend his actions, to present him as the man he truly was, rather than a corrupt Death Eater that only cared for pure blood. To finally show the unmasked reality, free of assumptions and venomous, uninformed lies that seem to be the only thing people think they know about Regulus Black.

With a stifled sob, she places her quill down on the wooden surface, stands from her chair and wipes the tears that threaten to spill from her eyes with the rough fabric of her sleeve. She takes a few hesitant steps towards a towering closet in the corner of one of the worn down bedrooms of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Its door opens with a melancholy creak, revealing a massive stone bowl filled with silvery liquid which holds untold stories and unsaid words. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a minuscule bottle, silken liquid dancing and whirling around inside it. With one motion, she pops it open and pours the silver strands into the pensieve, allowing her tear stained face to touch its surface and descend into a whirlwind of unclear pictures and painful thoughts.

A familiar scene unravels around her, the same room she was standing in seconds prior, its features settling down like turbulent mist. And then she sees him, happy, radiant, alive, holding her hand and whispering I love you in her ear, her memory fresh as a painful wound.

"I have to tell you something," excitement is clear in his voice and her past counterpart seems just as happy as he is. She remembers her exact thoughts from that moment: He's going to ask me to marry him.

She had never been that wrong.

Anticipation is clear on her face and she wants to scream at herself, frustrated at how oblivious she once was. The sound of his voice overwhelms her with emotions and her tears begin pouring down her tired face as she listens to the words that she has replayed in her mind a million times, watching a broken scene she could not mend.

"I've figured him out." he speaks like an excited child, innocence reflected in his face. She notices the sun hit the black ink on his left wrist and feels herself flinch at the sight.

"What do you mean?" she hears herself say.

"I've figured him out. Voldemort, the Dark Lord, whatever you want to call him. It. Whatever you want to call it."

"Reg, love, I'm going to need you to expand on that," she hears a chuckle fall from her own lips and looks at her own happy face, one she hasn’t seen in too long.

"I know how he's so powerful."

"How?" she hates the skepticism sticking to her voice, suddenly wishing she could have simply listened to his eager words.

"He's split his soul, Y/N. He's split it and I don't know how many parts it's got, but I know where one of them is and I'm going to go destroy it. If it's the only one, we can defeat him," courage glows in his dark eyes and she sees worry flash across her own sunlit face.

"Regulus, that sounds dangerous. What if he realises--"

"He won't, love. He still thinks I'm on his side, remember?"

"Please don't do this," she hears her voice crack with the plea, turning away from the scene in front of her and facing the freshly painted wall of his bedroom.

"I have to. It could save everyone."

"And what if it doesn't? What if something happens? What then?" she can hear the tears streaming down her face, feeling the very same constricted feeling in her heart that haunted her on that day.

"It will do something, Y/N. Something to make him weaker. Please, just trust me."

She didn't have to turn around to recall taking his hand in hers and looking straight into his eyes, glimmering with determination and bravery. Fighting back another flood of tears, she felt her jaw clench and her nails dig into her palm as her hands balled into fists.

Only a few minutes longer, she told herself, still listening to the deafening silence that suddenly filled the room. No, she didn't have to turn around to know that his arms were wrapped around her and he was placing kisses on the top of her head, his embrace tightening with every breath he took. And when she heard the sound of a sigh, she didn't need to look to know that it would soon be silenced by him pressing his lips to hers, soft and loving, filled with fragile promises and the forethought of the unknown.

"You know I have to do this," his words are unclear, but she remembers them well enough to hear every single one echoing in her porcelain mind: "We know that this is wrong, that it isn't what this world is meant for. It's not what magic is meant for,'' disdain and disgust cling to his hoarse voice, "and if I have a chance to stop it, I have to take it. I have to."

"I know," she hears her own voice, weak and filled with cornered sobs, a sudden hope leaping into her voice, "I can come with you."

"I can't risk that," he doesn't waste a second before he retorts, not for her safety, not for her life. She knows now that there is only moments left before the pain in her heart vanishes along with the surroundings of the past and she closes her eyes tightly, anticipating words, the dramatic irony of which stings at her skin and claws at her heart.

"When I come back, my love," she hears him saying as tears sneak out of her tightly shut eyelids and slip down her face, "I will marry you. And we’ll be the happiest two people alive, no matter what blood is running through your veins."

She turns rapidly, in time to catch a glimpse of the shining ring that he slips onto her finger and the beaming grin on his vibrant face. As he leans over to kiss her ecstatically worried lips once again, everything begins to shift and swirls of colour take her back to the same room, 5 years later.

An hour has passed, and Y/N has written every detail of her memory, every word, every breath, every tear that slipped from her eye on that day and every glint she saw in his dark, loving eyes. Now the facts are out of the way, and she picks up her quill for the final time after taking a deep breath, to write the end of her story. Of his story.

I knew he was dead before Sirius Black came banging on my door with an unshaven face and tears in his bloodshot eyes. I knew he was dead as soon as life left him, because I felt a part of me vanish into thin air, like it had never existed. Regulus Arcturus Black was the bravest, kindest, most loving man I have ever known, and he deserves better than to be remembered as a villain. If you are reading this, remember that you never really know anyone's story. Not until it's over.

She places the quill on the tabletop and finds the fingers of her right hand tracing the silver, diamond graced ring on her left ring finger, and gives the cool metal on her skin a nostalgic look. With an agonised smile on her face, she reads the small letters, elegantly engraved in his own handwriting beside the shining crystal, feeling a tortuous sting of yearning in her heart at the look of their loops and curls: Yours forever and longer, R.A.B.

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