𝖠 𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 | 𝖱𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗌

The summer of seventh year was radio silent between you and Regulus Black. Not even his brother Perseus would get back to you. You heard multiple different things. Draco had stopped talking to you as well, Daphne, Pansy, Mattheo, Theodore, Blaise and even Lorenzo had completely iced you out. You didn’t know that the truth of the matter was so much worse. You have been declared as dead water. “No man’s land.” Because apparently you’ve made Regulus Black a soft fool. You didn’t know it but Regulus had planned to steal and destroy a Horcrux, he’d told Perseus. Perseus had kept his mouth shut even though he pleaded with him to stop dreaming so foolishly, but in pleading someone had heard… that person ran and told the dark lord everything Regulus planned to do. It was Draco, his own cousin. He did it out of fear. The only reason Regulus Black did not die that summer was because his family— Walburga, Orion and Perseus begged for Regulus’s life. Reducing the Black name, tainting it in their secret world. Regulus had come back into eighth year as if he’d never known you. Perseus did too. Perseus was quieter whilst Regulus was sharper, angrier, much more cruel than he previously was yet there was this tension… Like he was currently hating himself with every sharp word he’d say, it was like he wasn’t really there. Around the other Slytherin’s it was as if he was outcasted yet accepted at the same time. No one who knew about their world spoke about it. It was never to be spoken about. The things that Regulus had gone through that summer had shaped him. It wasn’t just about begging for his life. The dark lord made sure he’d suffer through that summer as punishment. And you? You just don’t fit into his life anymore.