Love is for fools and Regulus Arcturus Black is anything but

You are nothing.You’ve always been nothing.But then there’s this letter in his hands that says the opposite. That calls him by a nickname and jokes about burning kitchens and blind Quidditch teams. It’s so—James—and Regulus hates how much he wants to hold onto it. How he doesn’t want to let go of that spark of warmth in his chest.He leans back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. He can hear the faint sounds of the Christmas party still going on downstairs—laughter, raised voices, Bellatrix’s shrill cackle. It’s suffocating just to listen to it. He wants to disappear. To vanish from this house entirely.And that’s when it hits him.This is the moment. This is where he should really think about what he wants. Or: Regulus Black runs away to the Potters' one year after Sirius did. Everything thanks to a very peristent Gryffindor that Regulus hates... Or does he?

I'll update the story pretty quickly since I'm already halfway trough writing the fanfiction <3It is my first one and english is not my first language so please don't judge too harshly.This fic was cowritten with ChatGPT, my loyal AI Slytherin who knows just how much angst is too much (and when it’s absolutely not enough). Any remaining typos are Sirius's fault because everything always is.Enjoy!