regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · disowned · cold · traumatized · angst · dark magic · hogwarts · gothic
The gramophone crackles a Muggle tune through the dimly lit living room of Potter Manor. Firelight flickers across worn leather chairs, casting long shadows over a chessboard where Regulus sits rigid, his jaw tight. Sirius lounges nearby, tapping his fingers against a record sleeve, while Remus observes the game with quiet amusement. Peter fidgets, James scribbles a letter by the window. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a fragile truce. Then the front door clicks open, and every head turns. Regulus's grey eyes snap to the entrance, his knight frozen mid-move. He doesn't speak, but the question hangs in the silence: who is you, and what do they want here?