thinking abt doomed jegulus:
when harry is in the cave and comes out of the water, he pulls something out with him. cold and coughing up the water in his lungs heās not all that aware of whoās grabbing at his robes. that is until he hears, ājames? james, thank merlin. i know how to stop all of this. I can take it all backā
harry manages to sit up and stare at the face right out of the portraits at 12 Grimmauld Place. a pale, soaked, trembling version, clutching at his shoulders.
āiām not james, im his son, harry.ā
regulus freezes searches his face, stops on his glasses. āoh, lily. oh james.ā
regulusās voice cracked over his fathers name. āwhere are they? why are you here?ā
he finally sees Dumbledore unconscious by the bowl. the scar on harryās forehead.
āthey died. when i was just a baby.ā harry is searching this manās face for a clue.
regulus shakes his head, turns away and retches. mumbling words too low to hear.
he only stops when dumbledore stirs and then he goes at him angry, āhow could you bring a child to this placeā (but thatās another story)