Intruduccion
Regulus Arcturus Black was born in a wednesday in the middle of a thunder storm.
Since the moment of his birth the water had claimed him theirs.
The view from the astronomy tower surprised him every year, it didn't matter how many times he'd went up already. The first day of class, during the night, when he sneek form the dorm he shared with Evan and Barty, he would wander through the dark, empty corridors, the sleepying paintings only adorning the image with more peacful silence. Regulus, with ease, rose the tower and once at the top, rested his elbows on the railing at looked up at the sky, his own star, the one whose dust had made him human, wasn't visible, and wouldn't be for another two weeks.
He moved his gaze throughout the sky, Sirius' own star shone as bright as always, but the diference now, was that when Regulus' eyes would stay fixed in it, it would not be with admiration but with spite and, against his better wishes, grief. For Regulus had been slowly losing his brother for five years, the moment he walked up to the sorting hat and it pronanuced slytherin insted of gryffindor, his big brother had been like a missing limb. Abstent but leaving behined some pain, a remainder of what was once there and could never be again. Now, of course, the greif was real. Regulus had no brother, not anymore. The memory assulted him abrupty, so that he was unabled to stop it from playing and replaying in his mind, as it has been since Siruis Orion Black ceesed to exist on christmas eve, only for Sirius Potter to be born and renamed, leaving nothing but his shadow behind, a ghost lost between the walls of 12 grimmauld place, cursed to forever roam the rooms in which he once had company. Regulus dropped his gaze to his hands, gripping the metal rail with enough force for his knuckles to turn white. The night he became the heir of his house he had madea vow to himslef, he would not fall under what meant being named a Black.
Sixth year
All the voices from the four complete houses reverberated too loudly on the great hall, the texture of his shirt was too rough on his bruised chest. It was unsual, Walburga was discreet, no bruises on the faces or hands, and of course he wouldn´t be taking off his shirt, nevertheless it spoke of a certain instability she was unable to get rid off. She was eratic, her wand always clasped in her hand, as a warning, she said to him, but there was no actual cause for the violence Walburga inraged in. When he was a little child, before he came to Hogwarts and met other people his age, besides his parents friends children, Regulus thought their parents were right to struck and curse them. They were their parents. the adults, they were ment to be correct. As he grew older he finally grasped the detailes, this meager actions of her mother and father, the stares, the hushed conversations. They were the greatest house, and Sirius and Regulus were to probe it, The could not be anything but perfect.
A small part of Regulus hated that he loved it. Not the abuse and cruelty that was chained to the name, but the power it gave. He needn't say more that present himself and people quivered in fear.
Regulus learned early on, that fear can get you to high places. There is no rationalitly were fear lays hidden, its like shadows that creeps on the courners of rooms, and clime through the walls to slowly wrap itself around your throat. Your only way of surviving is becoming a predator too. To shape your own hands into blades and your eyes red, to become the monster everyone's already weary about. It was no arduous work, no one wanted to be in the wrong side of a Blacks wand.
-Reg, how was your summer. -Pandora asked as she came and sat next to Dorcas, who was in front of him, at his righ side Barty rolled his eyes. They could all read his stiff posture, hs blank eyes, they were from high wizarding families to.
-Not as bad as last years. -He ansewerd. The screams, Sirius' and his own were making his ears ring, sometimes his body trembled from the cruciatus curse. In his hands, running in between his fingers he could feel Sirius' blood, warm agaisn't his freezing skin. -I could read more, they were off the country three or four days a month.
-Yeah, my parents too. -Evan said, to his left. -Think they were together? -They looked at each other, there was a storm coming, even here, where the mayorit weren't aware of it's happeing, the tension could be felt dancing in the air. The agretion between houses, particularly slytherin and griffindor, were rising, more and more childern dropped out mid semester or didn't come back at all. Rumors of masked villains roamed every conversation.
-My father says there's a war starting. Lord Voldemort is the ministeres new nightmare, 'an astonishingly powerful wizdard spreading corruption with our own forces!' -Barty imitated his father strikingly well, thye angry forrowed brow and everlasting disapointed look in his eyes. Evan bickered and Dorcas tried to hide her own laughter form Pandora.
-Merlin, did we all had stressful holydays? -She asked exasperated. -Dorcas and I will most defently be sleeping on your bedroom tonight.- Pandora was a ravenclaw but lived constantly on the slytherin quarters, being Evans twin sister nobody commented, though she had an air of madness in her no one wanted to question.
-I need to go to the potion classroom, meet you there. -Regulus explained while getting up and out of the hall. He walked as normal and quick as he could manage with what were probably broken ribs. The corridores were devoided of students as they were all on the welcoming feast, he made no noise, only the whooshing of his cape denounce the presence of a person.
He got to the potion class and opened the door, to be met with scrabled limbs trying, and failing miserably, to hide and simultaneouslya doing their most effort not to drop the ten vials dangling in his hands. Regulus stud by the wall, unmoving, watching and waiting for the agitated motions to stop and be capable of passing through without getting a black eye, he didn't need anymore brusies.
-Oh you sacred the crap out of me, thought you were Slughorn, bloody hell. -James Potter, his brothers best friend, and the person he was replaced with, was staring dumbstruck at Regulus. His shirt was wrinkled and staind from a potion that had leaked on that whole ordeal, as always James hair was stiking in every direction but down, and a goofy smile etched across his face as he recognised Regulus. Who arched a single eyebrow in response.-You're Sirius' brother, aren't you? -He asked once he recovered his ability to talk.
-Yes. -Regulus said shraply going stright to the cupboard were the professor allowed him to stash some of his personal potions. It wasn't the biggest drawer but it was enough, he spend a lot of time on the class, brewing advanced potions or sometimes inventing his own. Proffessor Slughorn had been really proud when he found Regulus once, after class in forth year, siting on the ground after hours of trying to modify a strenghening solution and a memory potion as he wasn't as strong in his occlumency against Walburga as he is now. Regulus didn't search for long, he kept a rigurous organizing sistem, at the back the failed experiments that he thought could be useful in the future, to the right hus stash of potions, and to the left the ones he'd invented that were succesful, there weren't as much of those as he'd like but, he is still working on his abilitys. Regulus took two healing ones and the last sleepying draught, tomorrow he'd have to do more of those.
He turned on his back to find Potter still watchinbg him attently, analising every movment.
-Those potions are yours?
-Yes, Potter. Now off you go. -Regulus went hus way, walking by his side ignoring James' attempeted conversation.
-Why do you have potions here? Does Slughirn know?
Regulus sighed and answered, without actually seeing James, but knowing he would follow when he got out.
-Yes, Potter. Has he been warned of the ones he will find missing tomorrow? -James, as predictied did trail behind Regulus as he strolled down to the Slytherin commun room, but stopped in his tracks once he realised were Regulus was going, so aburptly he almost dropped the vials again. Regulus was aware of James stare pinned on his back, but said nothing.
-Night Regulus.-James called turning to go the opposit way, to the Gryffindor commun room. He ignored him but James only chuckled.
Regulus said the passward and enter the room; the deem, bluish light that reflected on the lakes water, the fire crackling softly registered only at the back of his mind, going up the stairs to his dorm to later meet with his frinends, all Regulus could think about was the color of James Potters' eyes.