the beginning
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"Shh. There, there..." Regulus hums as his son continued to wail. "Mhm, hear now, my dear."
" Bonne nuit
cher trésor,
Ferme tes yeux et dors,
Laisse ta tête s’envoler,
Au creux de ton oreiller,
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu l’attraperas,
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu le retiendras."
The child finally stopped crying, revealing silver eyes that he inherited from Regulus. The Slytherin smiles, "As the tradition of the Black family, I shall name you...
Draco."
Draco blinks, his small hands attempting to grab Regulus' hair. "You like it, hm? Draco. Draco Aeolus Black..." his son babbles, drooling. Regulus laughs, wiping the drool off his chin, " Let's get you somewhere safe, shall we?"
"Kreacher!" with a loud pop, the old house-elf appears in front of them, startling Draco.
"Master Regulus," Kreacher bows before glancing at the child in Regulus' arms. "Congratulations! an heir-"
The Slytherin interrupts him, "Kreacher, we don't have much time and I need you to listen..."
"Yes, Master Regulus..."
Regulus sighs, kissing Draco's forehead. "Take Draco to-"
"There!" a voice shouts behind them. Fuck, they've been known.
"Shit, Kreacher- stupefy! run!" Regulus held his son tight and ran.
The death eaters dodged his spell, "You traitor!" one of them shouts.
"You're the one to talk, Glacius Triad!" a great wall of ice blocks them as Regulus ran deeper inside the cave. "Draco, my dear, are you alright?" the Slytherin hushes his son who's now crying once again. "I'm here, Draco. Maman's here."
Regulus unclasps his necklace, which Draco quickly grabs onto, "It's yours now..." he said.
"Kreacher hold him," the old house-elf obeyed. Draco stared at him with wonder before turning his attention back to his necklace.
Regulus reached the middle of the lake. In order to redeem the locket that is protected in a basin of potion (Drink of Despair), Regulus drinks the poisoned water to retrieve Slytherin’s Locket, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
"Master Regulus!" Kreacher gasps. Regulus had finally retrieved Slytherin's locket, placing a hoax back in the basin. "I have it," he heaves.
Kreacher apparates beside him, and Draco was nibbling the necklace. "Hi," Regulus gave his son a tired smile. "Kreacher, we have to go-"
Draco was surprised by the explosion, "M-mhm!"
"There he is!"
"Confringo!" Regulus casts while dodging the spells aimed at him. "Kreacher! take Draco to Narcissa- Reducto! Stupefy!"
"But Master-"
"Now!" the Slytherin bellows, embracing his son. "Shh, Draco Kreacher's getting you out of here..."
"Expulso!"
Regulus felt numb as he was blasted into the lake, his wand and the Horcrux at Kreacher's feet.
He screamed when he felt cold fingers, grabbing him- pulling him down.
inferi.
"Master!" Kreacher exclaims in horror. Regulus couldn't breathe, the inferi of the lake is hauling him down.
Draco could only watch him, watch him get dragged by the many undead inferi into the bottom of the lake.
"M-ma... maman...?"
"Draco..."
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