TheScarHead

For magic and mystery. Here shall lie the world of Harry Potter.

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thirty seventh prompt:

after dumbledore’s death, a new prophecy is born & it is learned that a long-dead wizard will be reborn to face voldemort, the only one powerful enough to duel him & win.

turns out it’s regulus black, who apparates into grimmauld place a wet, bloody, scarred & traumatised mess.

(yes, this is an excuse for more BAMF regulus. also you can’t tell me he wasn’t really powerful and a genius if he figured out that horcruxes were a thing when he was like 16/17/18 🙈)

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This prompt just wouldn’t leave me alone... here we go

Prompt #37

Set in the beginning of The Order Of The Phoenix instead of afther Half Blood Prince because girls don’t want boys, girls want Black brothers reunion. Also, my Plot Device X works better that way. Excuse/enjoy my shitty lion, I was never good at felines.

When innocent's blood will spill... on memory of brothers estranged... Dead man will rise from his slumber... He who defied his Master for a Servant... Will defy the Dark Lord once again.

Nobody was there to hear  Sybill Trelawney rasp the words, but the prophecy was bottled up in a spun-glass orb and shelved in the Hall of Prophecy, waiting to be fullfilled.

-BREAKLINE-

Molly Weasley waged war on the Ancestral Home of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, recruiting the children and every other avaliable pair of hands. Sirius' knowledge of the house earned him the position of head troubleshooter, jumping in before the teens could get themselves jinxed, hexed, cursed or otherwise (seriously) harmed by the many malicious objects the Black family accumulated over centuries.

He was cleaning out the cabinets in the second floor guest bedroom for the twins to scrub clean, when Hermione called him over from the study. Distracted by subduing an enchanted music box which did not take kindly to being removed from its place, Sirius yelled an "In a minute!" before returning to swearing at the malevolent object.

"What is it, Hermione?" he asked as he entered the study. The young witch was hunched over one of the tables, carefully turning pages in a binderbook.

Hermione looked up, a hesitant expression on her face. There were smudges of dust on her cheek, nose and temple, as she kept tucking loose strands of her wild hair behind her ears. Sirius considered suggesting a sticking charm, but Hermione had probably thought of that already.

"I found this wedged behind the divan," she said, stepping away to let Sirius see the book properly.

Sirius felt his throat tighten, and he gupled down the swell of emotions. It was his brother's sketchbook.

Regulus always loved drawing, as long as Sirius could remember. Artistic tools were a safe bet as a present for any opportunity. Though it was mostly the extended family who supported Regulus' hobby; there was the craft desk from Aunt Cassiopea and cousin Andromeda supplied Regulus with paints until her disownment. Sirius wondered if this too had been a gift. With a trembling hand he flipped to the first page, and here, inside of the hard cover was an inscription.

Happy 13th birthday to our Little King, Love, Cissy

On the first page right opposite the words was a drawing of Narcissa, sitting regally in an armchair with but a hint of bookshelves in the background. The lines were by a child's hand still, and proportions of anatomy off just so. Narcissa was wearing an expression that could be both constipated or indulging; Sirius suspected the latter. He thought he could even remember 13 years old Regulus begging their cousin to be his subject for his first drawing in the book, and Narcissa always indulged her youngest cousin.

The two were close, and very similar. Both soft, malleable and devoted to the family.

In the bottom right corner of the page was a date in meticulous tiny numbers: July 1st 1974.

It hit Sirius, that this drawing was made only 5 years before Regulus' death.

The thought made him angry; it made him want to scream; it made him want to weep.

He turned to the next page, dated a few days later. Several attempts at Sirius' own face stared back at him. Another page, Kreacher, another, flowers form the garden, brooms with little arrows pointing out design flaws. Then the school year must have started because there was professor Binns surronded by notes on the Goblin wars. Another page, still lives of potion ingredients that looked like a light and shades practice. Another was covered in sketches of portraits from several angles, as if Regulus drew people sitting around and in front of him at a lecture. Sirius on a broom. The Black Lake. A piece of folded fabric, several times over. Sirius and James at breakfast, James' face scribbled over angrily. Another practice page of creased fabric. A very fluffy cat, runes lining the edges of the page. Several eyes studies and more creased fabric, more portraits of students Sirius mostly didn't recognise, of himself and of other Marauders, of James. Eyes and lips and hands, sometimes covering several pages a day, other times days or weeks in between the drawings, School notes and runes and French and Welsh of all things sneaking in between the lines. Then-

Sirius stared at a rough sketch of his own back. The upper half of page was covered in writing, first neat and controlled but getting harsher and larger and messier with each letter.

don't leave come back don't leave don't leave don'T leave  don't leavE mE COME BACK DON'T LEAVE ME DON'T LEAVE ME DON'T DON'T DON'T DON'T LEAVE DON'T LEAVE ME DON'T LEAVE

Sirius had suspected that Regulus wasn't as unaffected by his departure as he pretended to be but this was...

"Fuck. Fuck!"

The dedication in the sketchbook. 'Happy 13th birthday to our Little King. July 1st 1974.'

The dates stitched into family’s tapestry just a floor above. ‘Regulus Arcturus Black, 1961-1979′

For the first time, Sirius understood Molly's outright hostility to the idea of her children joining the war. As much as the teens would hate to hear it, they were children.  Harry was a mere year younger than Regulus was when he joined the Death Eaters - and died only 2 years later. The idea that Harry would only have 3 more years to life---

Hermione yelped, and Sirius realised he had put his fist through a wall.

"Sorry. Sorry, I'm, I'm fine." He pulled his aching hand from the splintered wood, shaking it out. Blood was seeping through the cracks in his skip and dripped down between his knuckles sluggishly. Merlin, he hadn’t done that since escaping the Azkaban...

Swallowing hard, he glanced back at the drawing and noticed scribbles on the lower half of the page. They were runes, scrawled and crossed out and rearranged as if Regulus was trying to compose a spell.

Sirius used to be quite good at Ancient Runes at Hogwarts but over a decade of not revising them corroded his knowledge. He leaned closer, tracing the signs with his fingers, trying to recall their meanings. A droplet of his blood fell on the yellowed page and sunk into the threads.

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YOOO I LOVE THIS !! & i can relate to trying to search for regulus’s *exact* birthday 😭 shit takes forever to find

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forty first prompt:

regulus survives and wakes up in the future during one of harry’s years, but at what cost? none were supposed to be able to live past the inferni, and now that he has he has to live with a horrible curse: control of the undead.

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Sometimes, Regulus wished he would have died. It would have spared him all this time of dying of boredom. The Inferi weren't the most engaging companions, even after he managed to strip (or add?) layers to the curse and allow them a shadow of their original personalities.

To learn that Lord Voldemort made a hobby of turning his victims into Inferi and keeping them in a lake like another would cultivate a fishtank... Regulus was glad to have betrayed the evil man.

There were muggles of all ages, tortured for fun, scared and wailing silently into the water. There were faceless wizards, entire families, killed by the Lord for defying Him.

He recognised a disfigured Marlene McKinnon, a Gryffindor girl Sirius had had a crush on in the third year. He was both repulsed and morbidly drawn to the familiar face. Watching her was how he realised the Inferi flocked together in patterns. Marlene floated with her family (Regulus remembered Voldemort's fake sorrow at their resistence and demise) and Meadows, another Griffindor form Sirius' year. A four-member family who bore the discint hard features of Bones kept close together. The Prewett brothers, Regulus' own relatives, took to circling close to him and pulling on other's inferi legs before swimming away quickly.

It was these hints of memory and personality which got Regulus to stop pondering the how and why of his 1) not dying and 2) becoming something of the leader of the undead. He suspected accidental magic combined with the cut on his palm he aquired when crawling towards the water, but it was neither here or there and he didn't have any way of testing his theory.

He did have unlimited amount of time to test the boundaries of his control over his unwilling subjects, and if he could return them some amount of autonomy.

The muggles were the most mindless ones, too driven by fear to stitch an independent thought together. Gideon and Fabian, along with others who went down fighting the Dark Lord, lost the coweb quality of their eyes and aquired more traces of their personalities. The Boneses in particular took to playing with children. As a result, "I stole your nose" sleight of hand became a little too literal for Regulus' tastes, but at least the little ones weren't crying from fear anymore.

Regulus was really surprised to recognise Alberic McNair, one of the Death Eaters the Prewetts brothers killed, sulking (because there was no other way to describe what the animated corpse was doing) close to the banks of the lake. Like he was expecting his Lord to change his mind and pull him out of his watery grave.

A fat chance of that happening.

Regulus didn't know how long has it been since his arrival, or even if it was day or night, but the lake has been disturbed. He swum to the surface, followed the small boat he too once had sailed. He thought he caught a glimpse of white bread and black hair but it was hard to tell with the poor lighting and his sight disorted by water.

One of the worst discoveries during his stay was that the Inferi, himself included, couldn't break the water until something (someone) else broke it first.

The wait was excrutiating. Regulus just knew somebody was drinking the potion, all for nothing because the real Horcrux was already safe with Kreacher and hopefully destroyed. Thinking back, he probably should have let someone know what he was going to do so that others wouldn't bother. It would be a lie to say he didn't appreciate the visit, though.

Then, a hand with the white shell dipped in, disturbing the peace of the lake. Regulus could sense the atmosphere shift, the Inferi poised like sharks who smelled blood. Regulus ordered them to stay still. The next time the hand sunk into water, he pounced.

Using the hot human flesh as a ladder, Regulus fought to pull himself up and out. He knocked the wand aimed at him aside, grasped at the boy's clothes and slipped on the wet stones, absolutely lacking the elegance Blacks were famous for.

"Stop-" he coughed lake water out of his lungs, "stop that," he snapped at the boy underneath him who was trashing around and trying to kick him back into the lake. "Stop that, you... Potter?"

He gaped, because of all people, it had to be James Fleamont Potter, the brother thief and an annoyingly handsome bloke. But, no, that wasn't right. Potter was older than Regulus, and better fed than this. This boy looked barely seventeen and like he could use a House Elf to  fatten him up. "Are, are you Potter?"

Not waiting for an answer, Regulus looked around for the other person, because somebody had to have drunk the Drink of Despair. There, by the basin, was slumped a sad bundle of red robes. Regulus, not wanting to find out if he remembers how to walk, crawled over. "Professor Dumbledore?" Regulus exclaimed incrediously. Even in the dim light the headmaster looked sick and upon closer look, his right hand was blackened like burned oakwood.

"Water," the old man pleaded brokenly. Regulus, reminded of his own inextinguishable thirst, nodded and using the basin with potion, pulled himself up. It turned out, he could stay on his feet.

"Yes... yes, water, I can arrange that," he nodded to himslef and to Dumbledore both. He stumbled back to where Potter (undeniably Potter but how) had scrambled back to his feet, wand extended before him. "Gideon!" he called out, and the Inferi raised half way from the water, the shell already in his hands. Regulus realised it must have fallen in the lake when he struggled with Potter. He took it with thanks, because being dead was no excuse to be impolite, and carried it to the headmaster.

"Here, drink. I don't think it will help - not until you leave the cave," he shared with the shivering man. "We need to get him out here. Help me get him into the boat," he ordered Potter who came ot kneeled next to Dumbledore, watching the old man like he expected him to keel over.

"Who are you?" Potter asked, but did grab Dumbledore under his armpit while Regulus struggled to support the headmaster's other side.

"My name is Regulus Arcturus Black," Regulus huffed, knees bucking under the old wizard's weight, but Fabian was already there by his side holding him up. "Of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."

"And they are?" the teenage Potter inquired after a little while, voice suspiciously tight. They weren't friends at school, in fact they pretty much hated each other's guts over Sirius. Regulus saw no reason why Potter of all people ought to be choked over "baby Black's" death or survival.

Inferi clinged to the sides of the boat holding it steady as they loaded Dumbledore inside.

"The Dark Lord's victims." 

Afraid they would lose their freedom if the two living got out of the cave unscathed, Regulus took Potter's hand in his before slipping back into the water. He floated on his back, one wrist resting on the railing of the boat, while his army of undead pushed the boat towards the other exit. "Animated corpses of muggles and wizards, most of whom I suspect he murdered personally. They are supposed to act as his personal army of undead and guard the locket but..." he shrugged as best as he could, "It would appear it didn't quite work out."

Potter's hand was almost painfully warm in his cold one and Regulus relished in the sensation. In front of them, the Inferi were lining up at the mouth of the cave and leaving their prison. Regulus let them.

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When the Death Eaters invaded Hogwarts they did not expect an army of undead defending it.

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forty ninth prompt:

the sword unexpectedly comes to regulus in the cave, but before he can fend off the inferi with it, he’s transported underneath a sheet of ice and into freezing water.

or,

when harry pulls the sword from the frozen river when he’s hunting for horcruxes, regulus is dragged out with it.

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Regulus swears as a sharp ice cold pain flares though his whole body, reaching all the way to his bones. His wand’s glow starts to dim as the spell he cast starts to enfold him in the magic he called upon. He is aware of the Inferi digging their claws into his arms and legs tugging him down and down into the dark water but his mind is more focus on the cold cold cold Merlin he never knew it could be this cold of the ice overtaking him.

He can’t feel anything else besides that, not the hands, not the stinging pain of claws, not the water, not even his limbs. It feels like he’s floating on nothing but cold.

He isn’t sure what this spell does- having located it in a memo of some dark lord or another that one of his ancestors used to scandalously commit adultery with- but it boasted being a spell from the Gryffindor House Grimoire. A last ditch effort to “linger in the cold, time’s greatest defense.” 

While Merlin may have been the inventor of the greatest spells known to man no one stood above Godric Gryffindor when it came to combat spells. If he claim this spell was the greatest defense then Regulus would gladly believe him. The memo came with a short warning “Use when there is nothing left in this time to live for but do not blink for-”. There was more to the warning, but the book had been damage when the Black who was cheated on learn of the couple’s little nightly encounters. Regulus only had bits of it due to Kreacher saving some of his favorite master’s things over the many years he has severed the House of Black. 

There were many risks in Old Magic, because Old Magic was not regulated, was not meant to be used freely and daily. It always came at a price. Often a price much to high for people to pay, which is why Regulus had learn of the spells but never cast any of them. 

Until now. He is desperate not to stay alive, but to make sure He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Name win. He couldn’t allow that. Not after realizing how far that monster is willing to go, how much of this holy war is based on lies. Regulus would pay whatever the spell needed to make his mission a success. 

Not that he much to lose, not even his own life, already he could feel death’s cold fingers wrapping around his throat. His wand turns dark, the magic ends. The spell has only been cast for three seconds, he doesn’t think the memo was real, he was fooled and now he is going to die-

Something breaks the surface of the water, crashing through the frozen over ice above the drowning man. A few Inferi that are still clawing at Regulus screams as whatever it is weaves and waves though the bodies, slashing up everything around it in a brilliant white glow. 

Regulus gasps as the streak of light swims over to him, and it’s when he opens his moth the water rushes in, forcing out bubbles from his nose, reminding him he’s underwater.

He is drowning. All at once the sensations return, his body wakes from some deep slumber and everything in him is alive and aching. He thrashes around, desperate to get back up for air, to get out of the few remaining Inferi stubborn hold. 

The light zips over to him, slashing at the once muggle woman who screeching before bursting into black ash. Regulus turns his head to stare at it, what little he can see though the water, and is stun to see a sword. A sword of silver, real magical silver, red rubies at the edges glimmering handles and the words Godric Gryffindor. 

Take hold of the handle.  

Regulus didn’t know where the voice came from but he knew he had to listen. He knew he would die if he didn’t. He yanks his arm free of the Inferi who could have been a young boy- a few years younger then Regulus but it’s hard to tell with the claw marks all over his face and body poor thing dead terribly- and reaches out until his hands curl around the handle. He claps it tightly in-between his fingers, refusing to let go.

The sword tilts upwards, rushing forward, while the very tip of the sword starts to glow brighter and brighter, until it lights the way before them. He can see the surface as it gets nearer, remaining Inferi attempting to get close but the light keeps them away and Regulus can do nothing but hold on, blinking his eyes hoping to to keep the dizziness away as it cuts through water-

A hand wraps around his wrist, closing around the sword’s handle and Regulus breaks the surface. He gasps as the air finally reaches his lungs, making him cough and wheeze. The pain in his chest is caving because he hadn’t realizing how long he was struggling to breath until it hurt to do so. 

He lets the sword go, to fall onto wet earth, trying to get his breathing back to normal even though his lungs burn, his skin is aches , he’s cold, wet and dry heaving. The young pureblood drags himself along the soil, not caring how far he goes before he slumps into the mug, mind whirling.

Regulus is always alive. He did. He outsmarted He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named. He got the locket, now knows that mad-man’s plan and has just proven the old memo was real. Which meant he has a source of power that liar is unaware of, power that he can wield. 

His coughing makes way for laughter as he pushes himself onto his knees, throws his head back, up to the heavens and screams in pure ecstasy.  “I LIVE BITCH!”

“Stay back it could be a trick.” A unknown voice warns. Regulus releases a scream he is not proud of, it’s high and pitchy, but he thought he was was alone and thus when whoever that is speaks it scares him out of his celebrating.

He whirls around only to see the end of the very blade that saved his life being pointing at his head. At the other less pointy part is a red head glaring down at him and Regulus blinks, frozen again in his spot. 

He knows if tries to move then this boy would take it as a threat. Right now, Regulus isn’t sure where his wand is, and he is very weak. He would not be able to win against him.

“What you reckon, Harry?” The redhead teenager around his age asks, hard blue eyes never leaving Regulus dripping form. “What should we do?”

“Take him prisoner, Ron. Can’t be too careful” Regulus hears someone step behind him, then a wand is pressed into the back of his skull. “Stand up slowly.” 

Licking his lips the pureblood does he is told, making sure to make his movement as leisurely as he could not wanting to anger his captors but not wanting to give in to them either. Just his luck to escape death only to be captured moments after. Ron points his sword at his neck, making it clear he will only need to step forward for him to split the skin there.

“Arms behind your back.” The same voice- Harry- orders. Regulus carefully does as he told, feeling leather wrap around his wrists. It’s not until the metal of the buckle digs into his hand that he realizes it’s a belt and not a slip of leather with wards to keep him at bay. Strangely muggle this one.

Too muggle for He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named. 

Regulus takes a another risk.  “Will I be killed by He-Who-Should-Be-Named himself or will you be my executors?”

Ron narrows his eyes but does not respond, sword still held securely before his throat. Regulus returns the gesture before hands on his shoulder whirl him around and he finally gets a view of this “Harry”

His eyes widen. “Potter? Oh, of course it’s you. Why am I not surprise? Of all the people who had to see me like this it just had to be Mr. Popular Potter. While guess what, I’m not that little third year still in love with you. I’ve gotten over you so you and the rest of those Marauders can fuck off.”

Potter says nothing staring at him in weary confusion and Regulus realizes a very important detail. “Did you charm your eye color into Evans’? See now that’s just sad. At least I didn’t go around making mine hazel. Who’s the pathetic little love sick creep now? All I wanted to do was suck your-”

Something heavy hits the back of his skull and Regulus slumps to the ground. His eyesight begins to blur as his consciousness falls away. He hears above him Potter yell.  “Ron what the hell!?”

“Sorry I panic when the death eater started to flirt with you. You’re too young for that.”

“I’m seventeen Ron!”

Odd, Regulus thinks as he the last of his awareness fades. James Potter is three years older then him. Not a year younger.

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Prompt idea (if that's okay): Regulus Black gets sorted into Ravenclaw breaking the Slytherin tradition like his brother. He runs away from his family as well but instead of going to the Potters he just steals a bunch of gold by making lawful withdrawals and buys himself a muggle house.

regulus making himself look older with a potion he made and then getting the money so it doesn’t look illegal and then months later he’s saught out by like aurors who are “like yo we know what you did” and regulus is like “shit i’m going to jail” and they’re like “actually we want you to make cool potions for us” and that’s how 13 year old regulus gets a job

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I couldn’t stop thinking about this. 

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If a ten years old Regulus Black encountered a boggart, it would take the form of himself wearing red and black Hogwarts uniform.

His parent's reaction to his brother's sorting put suffocating fear and anxiety into the boy. He knew being the spare, the consequences would be more dire for him than for Sirius. His overactive imagination threatened to choke him with scenarios of being screamed at, punished, or disowned.

There was no way he would not be sorted in Slytherin. (There had been no way Sirius would have been not sorted in Slytherin and yet.)

Instead of drowning in the sea of desperation, the little boy decided ease his mind by being prepared for the worst case scenario. For the starters, he would need his own money. Lots of it.

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Uncle Alphard and Great Aunt Cassiopea would sometimes drop him and Sirius a galleon or two for sweets. If either of them noticed the boy's sudden eagerness to spend time with them, they did not comment on it.

With Kreacher's help he subscribed to the Artist Magazine and applied for as many art competitions as he could under the pseudonym of De Noche. Cousin Narcissa had always admired his paintings and he himself thought he wasn't too shabby. Some of the competitions had reward money, others offered the winners high quality art supplies. All of them would help him make a name for himself in the community.

By the end of August, he had gathered enough galleons to execute the real step one of his back-up plan. After their school supplies were purchased, Father and Mother wanted an uninterrupted chat with Lord Nott and gave the boys five galleon each to go get ice cream. Sirius run off with James Potter, leaving Regulus feeling a little hurt but also free to take care of his business.

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The Gringotts bank was large and intimidating, but Regulus had spent hours researching goblin culture and customs the night before - it was fascinating, he hoped he'd get to learn more about it at Hogwarts. He braced himself with his knowledge and greeted, "May wealth come pouring in," careful to speak clearly but not too loudly.  

The goblin - his nametag said Gurlaff, if Regulus understood goblin alphabet correctly - looked at him over the frames of his rectangle glasses. He didn't look friendly, but he didn't seem offended by Regulus greetings either. "May your money and treasures be plentiful." His little dark eyes, hidden under bushy eyebrows as they were, flickered around, looking for an adult presumably.

"I would like to open a personal vault, please. It needn't be a high security one, however I do intend to entrust it in a financial advisor's care as I will not have the time to tend to investments myself during my studies." Regulus had practiced saying that in front of the mirror so that he would not stutter.

"I... see," the goblin said slowly. "Your name?"

"Regulus Arcturus Black, sir."

The goblin gave him another inspecting gaze. "And the vault will be under the name of?"

"Reginald Leo De Noche, please."

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Looking at the paperwork in his hands, Regulus felt his anxiety lessen. Having a back-up plan was very Slytherin of him. He had definitely been cunning and resourceful in achieving his goal. He would surely be sorted in Slytherin. His parents will be happy with him.

For the first time in months, he fell asleep smiling.

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"You will best prosper in... RAVENCLAW!!!"

He was dead. He was so dead, his parents would hate him.

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He burned the Howler before it could start yelling at him. He had already cried himself to sleep after the feast; his head still hurt from dehydration. He didn't need to cry more, much less where people could see him.

The back-up plan officially became his next course of action.

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"It'll be fine," Sirius declared loudly, ignoring Madam Pierce's pointed looks.

"Hm," Regulus replied, his attention on the books before him. He did not in fact think it would be fine.

"They'll cool off before Christmas, you'll see," the older boy promised.

"Hmm." Regulus thought Sirius was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince Regulus. Mother was better known for holding grudges than cooling off.

Regulus once more considered staying at Hogwarts for Christmas holiday. He would have more time to do other people's homework that way, or to work on his art commissions.

"Why are you reading on appearance altering charms? That's like, fifth year level," Potter butted it. He and Sirius were as inseparable as Sirius' letters had made it seem.

"Maybe because I don't want to be confused with my dolt of a brother all the time?" Regulus said snappily. Sirius and his friends had made many enemies with their pranks; sometimes they didn't see or ignored the blue of his uniform and took their revenge on him. And if it was only other students - but Mr. Filtch dragged him away for detention twice already!

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Mother did not "cool down" by Christmas, or Easter, or the end of the school year.

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"I'll be right behind you," Regulus told his friends, motioning towards the train's toilet. It got him a few eye-rolls, but they went on to get a compartment before all were taken.

Regulus squeezed into the little cabin, and quickly started stripping. He had yet to get a proper hand on tailoring charms - not so well to have the clothes adjust alongside with him. Once naked, he drunk the vial of ageing potion he had prepared, and got dressed in correctly sized muggle clothes. Another potion changed his hair from the iconic black to uninteresting mousy brown. There wasn't much he could do for his typically Black facial features - Polyjuice potion didn't mix well with the aging one, and appearance altering charms were too difficult for him yet.

He stuffed his small clothes and empty vials in his backpack - bless invisible extension charms, and calmly exited the train. Unnoticed, he walked away to Hogsmade, where he waited for the next train to Edinburgh. 

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In the Edinburgh Gringotts Bank outpost, Gurlaff was already waiting for him. Regulus dared to think the goblin liked him, as much as a goblin can like a wizard anyway.

While Regulus had earned some money by tutoring, writing homework, painting commissions and drawing silly cartoons for the Quibbler, it was the goblin and his clever investments which made the gold flow. It was also the goblin who had arranged complete legal documentation of Reginald Leo De Noche, squib, muggle raised, 20, place of residence Cambridge, UK.

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The house Regulus bought was on the edge of a wizarding borough in the university town. A quaint little stonewall two bedroom house with a driveway and a small backyard. He had paid hefty fees to have it warded by goblins, trusting their expertise.

The first summer spent there was harsh on the twelve year old. Not only he was petrified his family would find him and drag him home for his punishment; it was also the first time in his life Regulus had to get around without an house elf, or using too much magic.

He mastered the art of doing laundry and once he understood the cook book terminology, cooking was not much different from potion making. Well, at least the soups weren't. He learned to clean on schedule instead of "as needed". He made friends with some of the local students and adopted a stray cat (or ten; he had lost count).

He used the public owl office to write to James Potter. He asked him very politely to please ask Sirius to redirect any of his mail that might arrive to Grimmauld's Place number 12 to Gringotts. That way he did not miss out on his Hogwarts letter in August and could order his textbooks in advance.

The last week of August he sealed all his magical possession into the spare bedroom that he repurposed as his potion lab, secured the house, checked the fridge for forgotten food - the'd heard horror stories about forgotten cheeses and didn't want to find out for himself. Satisfied but still haunted by the vague sense of anxiety he got on the train to London.

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The second year of Hogwarts was harsher on Regulus, for the pureblood Slytherins had figured out he no longer has the protection of his family. Many of them held a grudge against Sirius too, and compared to the heir of House Black, Regulus was an easy target. Or so they thought.

Having found sanctuary in the Ravenclaw common room with his housemates, in the kitchen with the House Elves and in the Come And Go Room, Regulus blossomed. He excelled in all subjects and shone especially bright in potions and ancient runes, which he learned helping upperclassmen with their homework.

His clothes were soaked with potions of his own making to be protected from wear and tear, from cold and from the heat, and painstakingly embroidered with runes that protected him from more common attacks.

He was untouchable.

The strain and the stress took its toll though, and the child ended up hospitalised for three days from exhaustion. It gave his friends (and his brother and his friends; they started calling themselves The Marauders) quite the scare, and he had to deal with their mother-henning for the rest of the year. He didn't mind as much as he liked to pretend he did; it made him feel like he wasn't disposable.

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This time he didn't sneak off the Hogwarts express like a thief; he rode with his friends and his brother and the Marauders and only changed into Reginald before exiting at Kings Cross station, where he took a muggle train to his Cambridge home.

That summer, Reginald L. De Noche patented his first potion. Soon his name echoed through the potion making community. 

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(When Regulus first heard his sworn enemy Severus Snape moon over his alter ego he almost choked on laughter.)

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And then at 13/22 he starts making potions for the aurors.

At 14/23 the Death Eaters try to recruit both Regulus and Reginald. He tells them to fuck off in no polite manner.

He’s 15 looking 24 (and dirty blonde) when Sirius lands on his front lawn in his motorcycle, saying he run away from home and can he please crash on the couch until the school term starts?

He’s 16/25 when he starts brewing potions and designing spells for the Order of the Phoenix. He’s not an active member, but he takes first aid courses both muggle and magical. His home is attacked by Death Eaters but the goblin wards hold strong.

He’s 17 when Kreacher, soaking wet, bloody and delirious lands on the carpet of his living room. He nurses the elf back to health and keeps him hidden from the Dark Lord’s sight. He coaxes Kreacher’s tale out of him and sets himself on the task of obtaining and destroying the Horcrux.

He is 18 when he figures out how to neutralise the potion in the basin and steals the Locket of Slytherin.

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this is fantastic!! i lost it when severus became a fan over reginald 💀💀

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Regulus has a Burn Book (like in Mean Girls) and the day it got leaked into the Slytherin Common Room was the day true war came to Hogwarts. He didn't tell anyone it was his and just watched the choas.

he’s just eating peacefully at the great hall while everyone is going batshit

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Regulus spread some butter onto his toast, managing to grab it before Lola did. She wasn't too bothered by the fact, as she picked up the jar of sugar instead, flinging it towards Heather screeching at the top of her lungs. "I told you that in confidence you backstabbing wrench!"

Hmm, she's got a good arm on her. Maybe he can convince her to try out for Slytherin Chaser next year.

That is if she didn't transfer to another school after everyone found out she had a crush on last year's Defense against the dark arts professor and had gone so far as to...shall we say explore her lady parts in his classroom one night.

Regulus knew she thought she had been alone but he was not happy her little celebration of self-love had woken him from his nap. Just because he liked sleeping in the beams near the ceiling of the room and thus out of sight didn't mean she could be so loud.

"Shut up!" Heather screamed right back. She stops the jar with a quick spell having been the only one to keep her wand from their duel. Lola's was flung somewhere on the other side of the hall. "I didn't tell anyone about that. But you obviously told someone about my night with Lucas!"

"Oh, big deal! Everyone knows your a wh-"

Heather hex Lola to the other side of the room following after her with a war cry. Regulus bite into his toast, savoring the flavor as a Ravenclaw boy got slammed against the table by a Hufflepuff who was raging about the secret they thought only they knew.

Due to his Seeker reflexes, Regulus is able to save his coffee mug, taking a sip of the hot beverage and washing down the toast just as the Hufflepuff cast his hex. Ravenclaw, as a muggle-born, resorted to punching him in the nose, breaking it instantly even while coughing up slugs.

Regulus remembers them, back in his first year, he accidentally found out that they liked to sneak off and dress up as ballerinas, tutus and all, to dance ballet in the dark rooms of the castle. He honestly doesn't understand why they thought they should keep it a secret, he found their jeté rather beautiful.

"You bitch!" Lily Evans screams across the room, proving she too is a muggle-born by leaping off the Gryffindor table and elbow dropping Severus Snape.

Ah, she must have read the page of Snape sleeping with her older sister. Or the one where he read her poems to his snickering roommates after trusting him with her poem book. Both were rather deserving of such a spectacular elbow drop.

The Slytherin hits the ground, lost among the chaos of all the students who had just had all their dirty secrets exposed to the world. There were hexes, curses, fists, kicks, slaps, and more being thrown all around, as every student joined the battle royal that exploded once a certain book was leaked earlier that morning.

Regulus is the only one enjoying his meal, as even the professors and headmaster were in the fray though they were trying to stop the students. The headmaster was using slightly too much force while stunning some students but that may be due to his own page.

We all have terrible exes, but having to see his face in those book pages must have made him angrier than Professor Dumbledore rather admit.

Regulus cut his eggs, making sure not to drop a single drop of the yellow yolk as James Potter ran past screaming, with a large black dog not far behind. Ah, Sirius must have learned of Potter's crush on his little brother.

Sort of sweet his big brother was still looking out for his even if Regulus didn't need it.

A little to his left he heard Lucius Malfoy sob as someone exposed that his hair really was just extensions. Poor thing, his one pride in this life nothing more than a lie.

Regulus dabs his mouth with a napkin as he finishes his eggs. He got to hand it to the house-elves. They make a mean breakfast, always getting the crispy bacon just right with his eggs.

Good thing I also added myself in my book He thinks, as another student is dragged across the Hufflepuff table and flung to the other side. He watches her crash into a hex meant for someone else with a slight frown. It was a good plan for a plea of innocence in case I ever lost the thing but who would have thought I forget it in the middle of the common room? Now whoever made copies of the pages and spread them around the school is the real lunatic.

All he had to do was write that he was a boy who still slept with a stuffed dragon, charm to play his father singing a lullaby he used to put Regulus to sleep with as a tot, and boom no one suspected him of anything even though he was the only one not losing his mind.

Honestly, if they didn't want anyone to find about these things then they shouldn't have done them in the first place.

Not his fault he stumbled across all their secrets, rumors, and slight betrayals. Regulus just happened to really like scrapbooking, and if he so happened to keep a record of everyone dirty little secret then it was for his amusement only.

"Regulus Black!" Evan Rosier shouted from between two witches that currently trying to tear off his arms. "I've always loved you!"

Regulus locks eyes with him and nods, taking a sip of his coffee. "Thanks."

The boy's face shatters just as one of the witches gets her foot under his and throws him off balance. She is that one girl who told her group of friends the lie about being with both Regulus and Sirius in secret hoping to bring her popularity up if she could get two of the most handsome boys in school.

The other girl is Rosier's fiancee chosen for him at birth and she must not have liked the proclamation for she aims a nasty burn curse at Rosier's lower regions. Regulus chews on his bacon, savoring the grease while ignoring Rosier's scream of angst and ducking out of the way of a stray hex at the same time.

Finishing his coffee, Regulus makes for the door intending on finding another high beam for a nap, knowing this riot will take a while to control. He slips out, unnoticed among the chaos.

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Think about this: Cryptic Regulus growing up to be a journalist for the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. Why? He knows all the secrets

wait wait omg omg i love this

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Harry only had a few seconds to blink into Rita Skeeter's eager eyes before the door of the broom cupboard flung open. He jumped as the wood hit the wall with a loud bang, the sound bouncing down the hallway and the woman's smile dimmed ever so slightly.

Standing in the doorway with a furious glare was a man who looked an awful lot like Sirius, but had shorter, curlier hair and was somewhat effeminate. If Sirius is handsome this man is pretty.

Harry's face heated up against his will though for the life of him he had no idea why.

"Miss Skeeter," The stranger said between clenched teeth. "I thought we had a discussion about this."

Skeeter's face spam for a few seconds. Her eyes widen in a faux innocence's, gently pocketing the flouting quill and stuffing it into her pocket. "Why, Editor, I was merely asking Mr. Potter some questions."

"A minor, without a guardian present cannot give a statement or interview unless said guardian sends a written agreement Miss Skeeter." The pretty man moved to tower over the woman whose smile was still present but her eyes had turned hard. "May I remind you, that should the Prophet get reported for this, then the lawsuit would not be worth keeping you on staff?"

Harry's jaw dropped as the woman paled. "No sir. I apologize. I grew a tad bit too eager."

"It is not I who should be apologized to Miss Skeeter. I expect a written apology to be sent to Mr. Potter before tomorrow morning. I also expect you do not go near him until his guardians approve." The pretty version of Sirius huffed. "Of course this is now your second strike. Should you get a third then you will be terminated. I do not allow lies to be printed in my newspaper."

Skeeter's shoulders raised to her ears, two spots of red on her cheeks. She looked like Dudley when his cousin was denied a sweet by a teacher. "The attack at the World Cup was no lie."

"No it was not, but the way you reported it while I was overseas, was. Half of the ministry of magic staff you named were not even on the scene. That, Miss Skeeter, is what lying means and why it was your first strike on probation. Do not give me a reason for a third."

The woman left rather quickly, with the man sighing under his breath. "Why does she have to be popular with the housewives. Could have gotten rid of her years ago..."

Harry didn't know if he should leave or not. He inched towards the door but the man turn and gave him a charming smile. Harry's heart dropped somewhere near his ankles. "Ummm..."

"Terrible sorry about that Mr. Potter. I swear my staff is not usually so... difficult." He gave a slight bow of his head, one hand pressed flat against his stomach and the other behind the small of his back. Harry had seen other purebloods greet each other that way. He awkwardly mimicked him for lack of what to do, and the man raised a brow bowing again.

Harry repeated the action.

The man bowed again.

Harry repeated it.

"Mr. Potter," The editor said with an amused grin "If someone older than you does this bow, you are supposed to nod only. Bowing back means you want them to try again because they were being rude and did it incorrectly."

"Oh!" Harry chocks on mortification "I'm so sorry! I didn't know. I wasn't thinking. I-um."

"It's alright. No need to be so nervous."

"I'm only nervous because you kind of look like someone I know" Harry blurts not wanting the man to think there was another reason. Heck, he wasn't overly sure himself but he had thought about Bill Weasley for weeks because of how.....cool he looked and he was still sort of sorting that all out.

The man tapped his lips, smiling around the finger and Harry swallowed. "Do I remind you of a black dog?"

Harry struggled to keep his first reaction under control because no matter how confused he was about how pretty this man is, he would never put his Godfather in danger. Carefully blanking his expression the boy raised his chin. "I don't know what you mean sir."

"I bet you don't" The man hummed, "Just know Sirius Black is my brother and I am currently working on proving his innocence.:"

"W-what?"

"Regulus Black," Regulus chirps holding out his hand and a piece of parchment. "Editor of Daily Prophet, freelance writer for the Quibbler and self-proclaimed writer of Sirius Black's unfair trial. It's a pleasure but I do have other things I must be getting to. Would you mind asking your guardians to fill this out?"

"I- why would you want to write about me? I didn't want to be in the tournament! I didn't put my name in there."

"Oh, I know. I would love to put your story in my paper. A minor forced against his will to part take in dangerous trials, no representation of a magical guardian, no investigation of tampered magical binding, not even a force disqualification. A school turning against you. A world doing the same. Why it's absolutely pitiful, and my readers will eat it up." Regulus grin and now Harry could see the family resemblance even more. He looked just as mad as Sirius did when he first met him last year.

"I um, I'll ask them? I can't promise anything- wait forced disqualification? What is that?"

Regulus threw an arm around Harry's shoulders. "My dear boy, I have great news for you. If two heads of school agree they can disqualify you after the first trial. Or you can forfeit after the second. With no danger to your magic."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that?"

"Here is something you need to learn Mr. Potter. I know everything." He tapped harry on his scar grinning at it. Harry blinked up at him as the man carefully fumbled with a green locket around his neck. "Everything."

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Aunt Minny AU - Fred and George edition UwU

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✧context ✧

the baby is 5 here :D

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Regulus calls people petnames like love, honey, darling, sugar(pie) etc. regularly and gives everyone a nickname. And he says it right to their face.

He called McGonagall 'Minnie' or 'McG' and rather than just saying Professor, he says darling

Slughorn 'Sluggy' or 'Hory'

He once even called Voldemort 'Sweetie'

And someone of some sort of authority has told others off for using those same nicknames, but Reg never gets punished (at least not by that person).

A lot of people have thought he was flirting, but it's actually just something he can't control

*monotone and cold voice* hey sweetie

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Calling Voldemort “sweetie.” I would love to see his reaction 😂. @fandomsxxregulus you’ll probably enjoy this.

[thescarhead]

I would love to see Bellatrix’s reaction to hearing “Sweetie”

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looking back on some of your asks, tbh regulus' weird connection w not completely human creatures and people would definitely be smt voldemort exploited. i can imagine him sending the poor guy to people like fenrir greyback or the centaurs in an attempt to recruit... ouch

wait this concept oh my god...the scenes someone could write about him having to speak with greyback and like generally terrifying people/creatures omg

someone expand on this i wanna discuss some ideas hehe this is cool

[limetimo]

Anon has Galaxy brain

It's canon that Voldemort was trying to seduce werewolves and giants to his side in exchange for (I assume fake) promises of rights.

Imagine still charming Voldemort having a little party and overhearing a conversation where newly graduated Death Eaters are gossiping about Baby Black.

"I heard he took over the DADA class to give a lecture about werewolves because the Professor was talking crap." "I heard about that from my little sister. She said nobody seen Professor Droppick in weeks. Black teaches DADA now." "Baby Black is such a funky little weirdo man." "Hey Evan remember that one time we had detention in the Forbidden Forest with him?" "Oh yes. He was so bloody happy about it." "Really? Happy about going to the Forbidden Forest? Is he okay in the head?" "I mean, he's a Black. I don't think there's a single sane person in that family." "Regulus is a little different kind of mental than, say, *whispers* Bellatrix Lestrange. He kept looking at the sky and saying weird shit about planets and THEN a bloody herd of centaurs just. Appeared." "No way." "Yes way. It was creepy. Do you know how fucking big a centaur is? Way bigger than you think. And this five foot nothing pimpsqueak - you know how tiny he is-" "Makes a great seeker tho." "-yeah, great seeker, Black was like, Hi! How's it going my boys! The planets are really rocking it tonight eh? like it was a fraternity party."

[thescarhead]

Oh Merlin, Imagine here.

Regulus helping the werewolfs recover after there transformations with food and medicine.

Regulus learning how to speak with the Giants just so they can talk.

Regulus going out of his way to thank the house elfs.

Regulus seducing Veela by his innocence.

Regulus making special food for the Vampires

Regulus playing with the trolls so they aren’t bored.

THE ONLY REASON HE JOINED VOLDY WAS SO CREATURES CAN HAVE RIGHTS

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Regulus realising there is no law forbidding house elves from owning businesses and helping Dobby open his own B&B

Regulus setting up a pen pal program between different geographically isolated communities of Merpeople

Regulus organising A&Q sessions and lectures to battle misinformation and spread awareness

Regulus founding a publishing house that specialises on accurately depicted sentient-creatures stories

Yes there is a romance section. (About 20% of the werewolf subgendre is Sirius waxing poetic about his boyfriend. Under a pseudonym of course.)

[thescarhead]

Regulus and Hermione working together for SPEW!!!!!!!

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looking back on some of your asks, tbh regulus' weird connection w not completely human creatures and people would definitely be smt voldemort exploited. i can imagine him sending the poor guy to people like fenrir greyback or the centaurs in an attempt to recruit... ouch

wait this concept oh my god...the scenes someone could write about him having to speak with greyback and like generally terrifying people/creatures omg

someone expand on this i wanna discuss some ideas hehe this is cool

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Anon has Galaxy brain

It's canon that Voldemort was trying to seduce werewolves and giants to his side in exchange for (I assume fake) promises of rights.

Imagine still charming Voldemort having a little party and overhearing a conversation where newly graduated Death Eaters are gossiping about Baby Black.

"I heard he took over the DADA class to give a lecture about werewolves because the Professor was talking crap." "I heard about that from my little sister. She said nobody seen Professor Droppick in weeks. Black teaches DADA now." "Baby Black is such a funky little weirdo man." "Hey Evan remember that one time we had detention in the Forbidden Forest with him?" "Oh yes. He was so bloody happy about it." "Really? Happy about going to the Forbidden Forest? Is he okay in the head?" "I mean, he's a Black. I don't think there's a single sane person in that family." "Regulus is a little different kind of mental than, say, *whispers* Bellatrix Lestrange. He kept looking at the sky and saying weird shit about planets and THEN a bloody herd of centaurs just. Appeared." "No way." "Yes way. It was creepy. Do you know how fucking big a centaur is? Way bigger than you think. And this five foot nothing pimpsqueak - you know how tiny he is-" "Makes a great seeker tho." "-yeah, great seeker, Black was like, Hi! How's it going my boys! The planets are really rocking it tonight eh? like it was a fraternity party."

[thescarhead]

Oh Merlin, Imagine here.

Regulus helping the werewolfs recover after there transformations with food and medicine.

Regulus learning how to speak with the Giants just so they can talk.

Regulus going out of his way to thank the house elfs.

Regulus seducing Veela by his innocence.

Regulus making special food for the Vampires

Regulus playing with the trolls so they aren’t bored.

THE ONLY REASON HE JOINED VOLDY WAS SO CREATURES CAN HAVE RIGHTS

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Imagine an AU where Regulus pulls a full Hannah Montana and has a secret double life where he sings and plays instruments in the Muggle world.

(Something of a pop/rock mix like Imagine Dragons or Panic at the Disco)

Best part about it, no one truly knows who Regulus is and is often a topic of the Muggleborns which Regulus totally overhears in school.

Meanwhile, Sirius can’t figure out how this singers voice sounds so familiar, but great music though.

all he does is change his hair colour too and it tricks everyone

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He’s actually Stubby Boardman, which is the reason why so many people thought he might be Sirius Black years later. The Hobgoblins disbanded when their lead singer mysteriously disappeared.

[thescarhead]

Oh Merlin your right!

[kasjophe]

[thescarhead]

[mischief-marauders]

Actual Marauders

Remus Sirius James

Marauders in fanfictions

James Remus Sirius

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Since Regulus is small he fit in the most random places. First years scream when they try to put up thier trucks and get a very annoyed "Ow" from a napping Regulus. Seven years sigh as they open some cabinets in a empty classroom only to find Regulus sitting there and chewing on some pastries blinking at the bright light of thier lumos. Professors shaking thier heads as Regulus crawls out from under the teacher meeting table, even though it's low to the ground, mumbling about thier staff meeting being too loud for him to read in peace.Just, Regulus Black, living his life with the motto "If he fits, He sits"

him in a cardboard box like a cat sjbdjdbs

[thescarhead]

One time, Regulus somehow found a way into the Gryffindor common room (first year left it open) he fell asleep on the couch and once the Gryffindor girls noticed this, started putting blankets on him with pillows and stuff animals. Eventually it’s just a large pile of fluff that when the Marauders come in, Sirius just jumps on the couch and gives a scream when he realizes it’s his brother.

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Just imagine if you will, Stoner Regulus, High off his ass, walking through the Forbidden Forest, somehow never coming across dangerous creatures but finding the herd of Unicorns all the time and just Giggling at them from afar. He tries to pet them but the unicorns move everytime he does keeping that 6 ft apart though they know he wont hurt them so they don't run.. The Centaurs on Patrol love watching him when they are bored because the high human is just stumbling after the "Shinny Pokey ponies....Cooommmmeee baaaackkkk ponies..." and makes slow nights go by faster.

💀💀💀 he’s just stumbling around qkjejeks