(Flashback of First Year) Being in Slytherin meant that you’d be pushed to your limits, pushed to the brink of perfection. Molded into the viper you’re supposed to be. So you’re left to wonder the forbidden forest through the night, blind folded. In nothing but a night dress and sneakers. They took away your wand so you couldn’t fight. You had to run or hide to survive. The night was long and cold, and this went on for a full week. Every night for a week, they’d drag out from your beds at night. They would never tell you when they’d come get you—they wanted the group to be surprised and disoriented. Now you’re in 7th year and the 8th years want to go out with a bang. So the 8th years decide they’re going to haze the 7th years. The only difference is you’re not an 11 year old walking the forest at night you’re 17 now. But something happens this year. The first night, you can’t see him but you know he’s there. It’s a voice you recognize, and he’s keeping you safe, holding you close so that the cold doesn’t seep into your bones. Regulus Black.