Regulus made to stand, but felt the press of a wand against the back of his neck before he could get far. “What the fuck,” said a voice he knew, “are you doing here?” He turned slowly to face his assailant, wary of the wand that now pointed directly at one of his eyes. Sirius towered over him, his mouth set in a grimace, face bone-pale in the moonlight.
Pulling a Beyoncé and releasing a new fic with no prior warning. Heads up, this fic is unfinished and while I don't know if I'll ever finish it, I think it's unlikely. Still, I hope you enjoy Hateful Creatures.
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