#tightrope;

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I am trying to walk a tightrope; trying to keep the DJ community happy while trying to spread the message about dance music to more people. That is the mission that I am on. - David Guetta http://www.quotationsensation.com/quote.aspx/quote?quoteid=70241

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I am trying to walk a tightrope; trying to keep the DJ community happy while trying to spread the message about dance music to more people. That is the mission that I am on. - David Guetta http://www.quotationsensation.com/quote.aspx/quote?quoteid=70241

[toujoursrab]

tightrope | 1976  | mary & regulus

march 1976. fourth year. dungeons/hospital wing, hogwarts. @mxrymxc

There’s a loud bang in the dungeon’s corridor and it makes Regulus Black nearly jump out of his skin. Sickening laughter follows, and it makes something in the fourteen year-old’s stomach turn. It’s too late for loud noises and laughter of that kind. It’s almost one in the morning, and the dungeon should be emptied. The teachers were in bed, and the prefects were done with their rounds. Whomever was making such a ruckus this late at night was up to no good. Regulus almost thinks it’s his brother and their lot, but he doesn’t hear Sirius’ laughter in the mix, and his brother’s laughter was something he could recognize anywhere. It’s because of that the younger immediately knows something is wrong.

He heard the laughter again, just as chilling, and paused, wondering if he should take a different route to the common room. He was threading on dangerous territory, because whatever it could be might see him and that wouldn’t end well for him. That doesn’t stop Regulus from taking a shaky breath, making a split decision to head towards the laughter instead of away from it. He heard another crash, and then a voice – harsh and cold – telling whomever he was with to keep it down. Regulus stayed along the dungeon wall, taking slow steps in an effort to keep himself from being detected.

A group of Slytherin males come in to focus, and there has to be about three or four of them there. It’s dark, and even with the light coming from the tip of one of their wands, he can’t make out much. There’s someone writhing in between them, and Regulus knows it’s not from pleasure. He has to shut his eyes, and hold his breath before he could do anything because the last thing he wants to do is make himself more nauseous than he already was from the scene before him. This was the last thing he expected to happen upon during his late night trip to the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library. He took out his wand, knowing he needed to get them away from her but not having a set plan he casted the first spell that came to mind. A statue nearby exploded at the hands of his Reductor Curse, bits and pieces of marble flying between the boys, and the corridor became coated in dust.

There were coughs, before someone asked “What was that?” and it made Regulus freeze in his tracks, wand still pointed for protection; he recognized their voice.

“Let’s go check it out.” said another.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He was only hoping that it would scare them enough to leave, but no, now they wanted to check it out. What kind of idiots! Regulus didn’t know what to do but knew they would find him if he didn’t act quickly. He cleared his throat, and pointed his wand to his neck casting a simple voice changing charm with Filch in mind. “Students in the corridor. Students out of bed.” The charm worked perfectly, and his voice transformed from awkward teenaged boy into that of the Hogwarts Caretaker. The words were something he had heard Filch mutter to his cat when he patrolled the corridor. It seemed to do the trick, because before he knew it, he heard footsteps running in the opposite direction, and the sounds of people scrambling away. “Leave her there! Nobody can prove it was us. Our words against the mudblood, nobo--” he didn’t hear anything else after that, their voices getting lower and lower until they were out of earshot.

Now what? Regulus moved his wand from his neck, the charm automatically discontinuing as he walked towards where they had once stood. It was still dark so he was careful, and he didn’t want to use a lightening spell and attract any attention if they were to come back. He could see the beginnings of a girl as he continued to take his careful steps. His heart beat wildly against his ribcage when he bent down and although her face was becoming swollen and decorated in blood, he could still recognize her.

Regulus didn’t know her personally, but he had seen her plenty of times around the castle. She was the Gryffindor in the year above him. A muggleborn. And now she laid beaten and unconscious on the dungeon floor. “What did they do to you, MacDonald?” he knew she couldn’t answer. He waved his wand and broke the silencing charm over her. Although he hadn’t been there when it was cast, he knew that she would’ve screamed or done something more to try and get away. The portraits would’ve heard her and alerted the Headmaster.

He didn’t know what would be best, picking her up or levitating her. Regulus knew that when someone was injured badly it was better to leave them as they were and place them on a stretcher, but he didn’t have one of those and summoning one at this hour would cause too much attention to himself. His hands were shaking, and for that reason he chose not to use levitation because he might hit her head against the wall and cause further damage. Regulus didn’t trust himself right now. He took a deep breath and lent down, easily picking up the slender girl bridal style and holding her in his arms as he made the walk to the Hospital Wing, not even caring that her ‘dirty’ blood was staining his robes.