Chapter 1
Voices… So many voices shouting, echoing around in their head…
Memories… Flowing one from another in a shamble with no order…
Emotions… Confusion, disbelief, hate, panic, sadness, fear, and hope…
Pain… Liquid flowing down and over their right eye while their left blurred with tears…
Who were they? So many names…
H̷̢͚̫͕́̾̚͘͠ā̷̬̝̳̘̀̂͌ŕ̸̰͔̣̃̐̉̊ŕ̵̢̥̞͇͋y̴̳̏
Ṙ̴̟̇̈̒̚͜ȇ̶̫̲̬́g̷̱͓̭͔̀͂̈́u̴̞͆̍̚͝ḽ̴͚͋͛̄͜u̸͖̤͙̇̊s̷̢͔̹̰̼̃̍̓̍̚ ̵̛̦̾͊B̶͖̙͓̜̫̓̕l̸̲͚̂ͅa̸͉̔́́̔͗ĉ̷̫͍̝͔͛̾̈k̵̦̖̆̄̀
T̶̹̭̘͇̳͗o̸̹̠̊̂m̸̨͓͚̈̎̓̅̆ ̶̡͖̆̌̉̋R̶̹͕͠i̸̢̱̥̐̽̍̑d̷͚̈̔̔̈͂d̷̙̬̖̒̈́̍̄̍l̷̯̠͕̚è̵̼̈̊̂
F̶̠̭̩͕̤͛͋̾̀̕r̴̤̯̝̈́̀̆͝e̵̱̟̯̪̐̈́d̶̖͖͈̘̊e̷͉̠̊ŕ̵̙͙̔͊́i̶̫̒͋͠c̶̡͖͉̜͊̾̈́̔̑ͅǩ̸̡̲͚̼̆͌ͅ ̵̥̳̻̉͊̈́̍̈́Ġ̷̠̩͕̠̾͋̽̐r̶̰̀̈́ẹ̶͑̓̇̉̚ę̸̞͖̩̪͒͛̽ń̵̖̱̠g̷̢̪͚̙̗͘ṙ̷͚̙̰̘͂͆a̶̡̜͎̖͑͝s̷͛̑͜͜s̶̳̻̝̲͖̃
R̵̼̂̈͋̄o̵̧͙̻̠͚͌̾͑̚ȓ̶̪̪̣͐͝y̷̨̟͔͈̳̋̇̀͛͝ ̵̛̮͕̱̲̪͆A̶͍̻̯̭̯͗͆͌̚͠ņ̸̦̭̣̦̎d̸̲̲̦͒͋ê̶̺̳͊̑͘͝r̷͕̭̗͉̫̃͑̈́̔͘s̷̗͚͎̟̒̃̊́̋ô̸̰̻͠n̸̳̞̊̿̀̈̿
R̷̪͚̍͂į̶̩͚̊̏̓̓̕c̵̨͂̍h̷̢̳̀͋a̵̩̲̖͖̯͐ř̵͎͂̆ḋ̶̬͖̪͉ ̶̙͎̌͑̀̿D̶̥̓̅̅ä̵̙̏̈́̏̍v̵̨̙̰̩̟̊̽͑̾̀i̵̮͝é̵͎̰̳̺͈̅s̶͍̯̙̩͕̐̕
Ḩ̷̤̪̟̝͠a̴̢̗̺̖̟͗̅͂̕͝r̴̤̲͚̪̊͌̓͋ờ̷̥̘̉͝l̶̛͚͎̍̑d̵̝̼̐͜͠ ̶̬̥͓͗̀͆͠M̷̺̱̌i̷̮̭͌͂͑̔̈́ͅl̷̛͙̘̲̄̀̈́͆l̷̝̫̄̏̃̊e̸̼͎͊r̶̘̖̙̙̄́̏̾͝
T̸̥̈́h̶̫̝͇̐̈̑͗e̵̛̳̍̿o̸͖̥̜̮͗̑͜͠d̷͇̤̤̯̖̒̓́o̷͍̦͛̓̿̀̚ŗ̷̨̯̔̈͐̈́i̶̢̨͉̙̪̓c̵̡͈͙̆͆͝ ̴̢̛̰͓͙̣̈B̷̧̟̪̍́ö̷͚͍͖̳̗̏̌́͐n̴̪̖̗͖̰̈́͘è̴͚͓̠͋͜ś̷̨
Ǎ̷̛̪̩ḽ̴̜̳̞͆b̶̳̗̎̽̒ę̶̩͈͙̒̀̉͂͠r̶̺̹͇͓̓͝t̸͕͌ ̴̧̩̱͖͒͆͑́̋F̴͖̖́̄͐̎l̸͈̼̰̆͐̂e̵͈̮̜̎͘a̶̢̢̺̖̐́̈́ṃ̴̛̻͚̅̀́͂ö̴̦̉̈́ñ̵̨̜͈̕t̷̲͎͈̒̆͌͌̃͜
H̵̛̼̎͠͝e̶̫͉͉͊̈́͜͠n̵̨͍̰̘͇̔̈r̴̪͔͙̝̿̂́͆i̶͒͜͝ ̷̬̖̙͎̦̏̎Ň̴̻̫̟̾o̸͍̦͓͌̈́̓̌̕t̴̢̤͕͚́́̎t̸̤͈͋́̊͝
Å̸͈̣͇̼ŭ̸͔̙̥͖͝g̸̡̩͊̅ú̷͚͕̭̫s̸̙̏̈́t̴͓͉̅̋̕u̷̝̱͉̜̔͐̓ͅs̸̘̣̩̖͚͐̐̚͝ ̸͇͉̾̍́͜͝P̸͚̻͇̟̯̿͊͛ŕ̴̘̎̂̊̓ǐ̸̼̺̄̐̕n̸̳̺̏c̶̲̀̈̇̀͘e̵͓̬̣̓̓
D̴͕̦̽͛͝ī̶̬͇̰̘̮̔̚ȩ̸͍̌͑̈́̓d̴̡̬̩̀͝ͅe̸̺͉͙͍͆r̸̭̰̓͠i̴̦̿̈́̍͐̈́k̶̺̭͈̞̃ ̷̢̞̳̦͊̇Ǎ̵̢̪̘̌̎̾͝s̸̨̡̭̻͗̈́̋ḥ̶̩̠̺͘ẁ̴̖͚̂̎͐o̶̢̙̠̓̍r̴̛͇̤̦̾̒̓͘t̵̻̺̝͉̦͊͆̈͒̀ḥ̷͂
A̷̙̋̆̊ń̶͍̙̯̝͂̔̕͜ą̴͖̫͓͐̐̈́̅͝x̶̺͍̫̃̾̀ ̶͇̂̓P̴̟̟͉̌̒͜ë̴̤́̈́͑̑v̸̗͚͌ȩ̵̧͚̬͕̇͗̓̊̊r̶̥͗̓̄ē̶͙̭͓̝l̴̦̲͕͔͛͌̅̈́̌l̵͈͙̃
Ẉ̷̥̭͊h̵̭̠̖͗ọ̵̏͂̏ ̵͈͖̓̐͐̃͘ẁ̵̠̠̩̗̱̂e̵͚̝͌r̶̦͍̬͆̃e̴͎͛ ̵̨̣̪̻͊͂̀̏ţ̴̧͈̫͙͌̿̔h̶͇̓̕è̵̼̖̋͊̏͛ý̷̟͓̤̝͗̊̇̕?̴̧̏͂́
“JAMES!” A scream startled them… The voice was familiar… They knew it… Running footsteps, a choked up cry right in front of them… A familiar face to go with the voice… Sirius… His brother(?)
With that Regulus pushed to the front of his mind, he didn’t know or care who or why there were others there, all that mattered was Sirius. He had to tell him… He had to tell him how sorry he was, that he missed him and regretted everything, that he wanted his brother back…
But as Regulus pushed the others back a bolt of pain knocked him unconscious…
When Regulus next woke it was to coldness and screaming. Who was screaming? Why was it so cold? Sirius? Where did he go? Suddenly Regulus was jerked upwards and was face to face with a blond woman with ice blue eyes. Who? What? The woman scowled at him with tears in her eyes before looking around quickly and stepping back into the house.
“VERNON!” The woman yelled up some stairs before quickly walking towards what looked like a kitchen only with a lot of strange and odd things Regulus had never seen before. The woman dumped him onto the table in the center of the room. It was then that Regulus realized how small he was… ‘What the Fu-’ Regulus didn’t have time to finish his thought before a huge man came charging into the room.
“Petunia?! What’s wrong?!” The man who must have been Vernon puffed out as he tried to catch his breath.
“My sister” The woman, Petunia, sneered with tears still in her eyes, “got herself killed and they left her boy on our doorstep! Who does that?! What would the neighbors think if they saw?!” With that Petunia handed a piece of parchment to Vernon, who as he read whatever was written turned more and more red until he was a frightening shade of purple. ‘I didn’t even think someone could turn that color without magic’ Regulus thought worriedly. Just what was happening and where was Sirius? Actually how was he even alive? Before he could think anymore on this the man Vernon snatched him off the table ruffly and stormed out into the hall. He then stopped in front of the cupboard underneath the stair and yanked the door open. Then to Regulus’s disbelief and fear he was dropped inside and the door clicked closed with a tone of finality. What was happening?
Laying on the cupboard floor in darkness, with only a little light coming from the grate on the door, Regulus thought about what he knew.
He was alive but he didn’t know why or how
His head hurt and he remembered tasting blood when he had first woke after dying
The voices he had first heard in his head were still there but muted
Sirius had been there when he first woke but was not the second time
He had been left on that man’s and woman’s doorstep in the cold
He was small now and could be picked up and carried without his feet touching the floor
He had been left in a cupboard under the stairs…
‘Well’ thought Regulus darkly ‘at least I’m not trapped in an inferi infested lake right?’ Taking a deep breath Regulus crawled towards the grate so that he could see his body better. Holding his hands out in front of him he saw that they were small and chubby. Frowning Regulus looked down at what he was wearing next. To say he was horrified was an understatement when he saw that he was wearing a gryffindor colored onesie.
He might have been turned into a child
Turning away from the light, Regulus quickly crawled to the far back corner of the cupboard. He… He just needed to think and occluded, then he would figure out what to do next. So leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed Regulus entered his mind palace. Opening his inner eye he…
S̴͇̼͘̚a̶͔̐w̴̳͍͍̘͂͌͜ ̴̹̬͑͒́̐̓m̷͉̙̀̈́ȩ̶͕̑̄m̴̡̳̞̙͐͋o̴̞̰͉̜̾r̷̛̟̫̞̺̱̿̌̕i̸̛̹͔͒̿e̴͎͕̒͐́͌ș̶̿́̐̚ ̶͔́̑͌t̴̢͎͚͚̎͊̀͆h̵͍̟̆̄̓á̷̡̺̌́͛ţ̸̣͇͘ ̵̥͙̉̀w̷͇͔͊è̶̪̽͆r̵͇̝̖̤̃̂̎̚ë̶̦̻̗̪̻̇̉ǹ̵͉̰͜'̸̤̞͐̽̿́̅t̸̤̥̞̓̌͐̍̓ ̴̦̎͂́͝ḥ̷̛͛͑͛i̵͉̣̹͗͐s̷̨̛͕̗̭
H̵͇̭̘̝̀̌͗͘͝e̴̬̦̱͎͎̎ą̶͇͍͚̄͝ȑ̵̟͗̈̕͝d̸͎̭̱̐͗́̑̀ ̶̜͔͚͌̄̏ͅv̶̢̭̥͎͒͝o̵̲̒̅̌̈̚i̶̢̨̟̟̜͗̃͐͠c̵̺̓̾͋̕ë̷̫͓̩͉́s̸̳̣̄̈̕͘͝ ̷̮̖͎͋̏́̽ţ̴̼͚̈̎h̶̳̘̍̓̑͜ả̸̺͖̈̌̃ṯ̸̼͙̈̏ ̴̼̋͂w̵͖̫̠̍̊͌̄̾e̶̢̞͚͠r̵̯̈͝͝ě̷͇̪̱̦̣n̷̠̓͋̃́̚'̴̗̰̙̻̽̀̌t̴͈͂̏̀̒ ̸̣̪̭͛͛̚̕ḧ̶̡̫̞́̀͝i̵͇̬̟̼͂̂̔̈́͠s̴̖̞̫̆͝
F̵̱͓̭̈́e̸̛̝̪̗̞͓̓̑̿ḷ̴̏̒t̷̨͙̓̿̓ ̴̞͙̉ḑ̴̣̭͈̬̌̆ȅ̵̥̪̭͗̒̚̕å̵̲̲t̴̛̫̘̪̉h̷̟̹̦̀̏s̶̖̳̗̃̄͋ ̷̨͍͔̳̈́́̔̕t̶̠͊̈́̎̓̏ĥ̶̬̟̔̾̅̕a̸̋͋̃͜t̶͔͂̑̃̕͝ ̶̟̬̙̆͊̽͘ẁ̷̹̬̯̩̟̅͝e̵̼͉͊̐r̴̺̪͚͖̄͂ë̷̦̦́͐n̵̨̛̟̬̟͆'̸͈̤̎̓͠ţ̶̻̭̙̿͐̈͝ ̵̤̌̓̀h̸͈̓̈́͠i̷̺̹̇͒̃̓̎ś̸̨̻̙̣̬̆̈́͗̆
N̸̯̻͊͜ͅo̷̢̘̪̺̲̍̽͠͠
S̷̢̼̫̫̣̄̔͌t̶̞͛̓͗̊o̶̻͆̽̿p̵͓̲͛͗̀̊̆
Ḧ̵̛̬̳͕̻́̀̚ë̴̡́̅̍̽l̶͕̦̣͕̏͊͊̈̒p̷̡̮̪̽̃͝
I̷͙̝̻̤͐̋'̵̡̯͓͖̬̒̾m̶͚̿͑͛̕͜ ̸͇̰̯̃ș̷̺͙̹́͒͑̏c̵̜͗́̀̂̓ä̸̼͎́ř̷̞̼̘̻̎̃̊ë̵͔̦̗̺́̅̈́̔͘ͅd̷̨̟͖͇̀͌͝
‘ENOUGH!’ Regulus thought, pushing it all away ‘Occlude occlude, no thoughts, no emotions, empty. Just be empty’. Finally, after what felt like hours later it was dark and silent. But his mind palace was gone. Lost and overrun with whatever that was. Meaning he would have to start from the beginning, and start slowly as well with only simple and single thoughts at a time. To do otherwise would be to allow himself to become overwhelmed by that again. So simple thoughts ‘The quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. The snitch flying, racing away. The wind blowing over his face as he gripped his broom tightly and accelerated after the snitch…’
His mind palace was finally complete. The quidditch pitch was filled with bludgers and a single snitch which held a key inside. In the center of the pitch lay number 12 Grimmauld Place with a broom leaning on the stoop. Inside Grimmauld Place everything was the same as he last saw it. Except on the family floor.
The family floor had turned into a long hallway filled with 11 doors, an empty door frame, and a window at the end. The hallway had taken the longest as he had had to lure those things (those voices, those memories, all that pain) into the rooms one at a time for fear of becoming overwhelmed by them again. By doing this though he not only silenced them completely but he also learned what they were… Or rather who they were. It would seem that he had been reincarnated, and if he had to guess, he Regulus had died and now that the reason his body was a child again was due to this being a new life. Though why he got his memories back in this life was uncertain.
Each of the doors was made of the wood that that reincarnation’s wand was made of, with their name and a picture of their wandcore’s animal carved into the wood and filled with the precious metal associated with their Hogwarts house (or with onyxes for Hufflepuff). For example, Theodorie Bones door was made of Cedar wood with onyxes spelling out his name and a picture of a dragon. The empty door frame though was where Regulus planned on placing all his new memories of this life. Thus it was right across from his own Hawthorn door, with silver spelling his name and depicting a phoenix mid flight. However both these doors were located at the end of the hall farest from the stairs. He wasn’t sure why his mind placed the doors where it did, but he disliked the window at the end of the hall which looked into nothingness. It made him uneasy, especially since the window fit the doors’ theme. The window was made of yew wood, causing a shiver to go through Regulus, while the name Tom Riddle and a glaring phoenix were displayed with silver and green colored stained glass.