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doodlemcjazzhands · 1 month
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"I know I will be long dead before you read this..."
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au where everything stays exactly the same until sirius' rant to the golden trio about how much he hates his family, his brother included, and kreacher gets fed up and just hands him a photo of james and regulus kissing and walks away
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regulusunset · 1 month
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walburga black was not a good mother. but she was a mother. when regulus disappears from home one day and doesn't return, she doesn't want to look at the family tapestry. but oh, she knows it deep down. she knows that under her son's name it will read ‘deceased’. it doesn’t matter that she didn't know how to love her own children; at the end of the day, even a woman like walburga felt the desolation of loss in the blood rooted in her veins and in her bones.
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swiftiereg · 5 months
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Regulus was Sirius‘ favorite cousin.
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binvibin · 18 days
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kreacher and regulus are just alfred and batman
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theprettieststarfr · 1 month
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The first time I read the Harry Potter books I was 7, and so I read them in Russian. Despite the HORRIBLY translated edition that I read (Maria Spivak), where Hagrid is Ogrid and Madam Hooch is Madam Samogoni, which directly translates to "Madam Moonshine".
But some names were unchanged, like Harry and James and Sirius etc, but what I wanna talk about is Regulus. He was still Regulus Arcturus Black.
Р.А.Б., read "R-A-B", same as in English.
The thing is, if not for the fullstops, it would be an another word that exists in Russian - раб, directly translating to "slave".
And I laughed at this when I was young, at the pun that this made. But now that I think about it, it makes sense
Regulus was sort of a slave in the Black household. In terms of ideals and beliefs that his parents imposed. He got sorted into Slytherin, he became a death eater, he obeyed his parents and in the words of Sirius was "a better son than him". Regulus also defended Kreacher from Voldemort, and Kreacher was also, essentially, a slave in the household.
So yeah, just something to think about
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Just something about reading Harry Potter.
For the first time you read it, you go through a whirlpool of emotions, the characters you were rooting for die, the number of events that happen, etc, that just shape you in a way.
However, the next time you read it, you encounter the characters all over again. You understand them all over again.
You understand Snape's resentment to Harry.
You understand that Petunia still loved Lily even though she denied it.
You understand the lengths Snape went through to protect Harry.
You meet Sirius Black. You meet Remus Lupin. You meet Peter Pettigrew. You meet James Potter. You meet the Marauders.
You meet Ron, Hermione, Harry. You meet Draco, Narcissa, Andromeda. You meet Molly, Arthur, Tonks. You meet those who sacrificed themselves, you meet those who've been so changed and altered by the events that took place, they're almost unrecognisable. You meet those who lived to tell their tales.
And you meet the people you hate — Umbridge, Fudge, Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson.
You meet so many people, you form so many relationships — you love some of these people, and you hate some of these people.
The first time you read Harry Potter? The emotions you feel are of hope, of happiness, of a childish innocence.
The second time you read it, however? You are filled with longing, a yearning, a dread for all the lives lost that you cannot save, that you cannot bring back. You've matured now, and you know what will happen next.
You are filled with a sense of home for what would never be.
And the next time you read it, the same emotions conflict you. You feel a sense of love, laughter, happiness, joy, mourning, grief, yearning, loathing... you feel a sense of home, a sense of love, a sense of warmth.
Just like Harry did at Hogwarts.
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manwrre · 2 months
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every time i’m reading a hp fic and they mention regulus and kreacher, my chest hurts because i love them your honor. they mean the world to me. a boy and his fucking house elf have killed me, i keep thinking about that ‘my baby my baby you’re my baby’ song by mitski and listen, i know it’s mainly fanon but they’re everything TO ME
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lulublack90 · 2 months
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Prompt 1 - Rugby
@jegulus-microfic March 1 Word count 999
This is a continuation from last month.
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James took his hand, and they entered the cave. It was black as pitch in there. The light from outside barely illuminated the entrance. They carried on towards the back of the cave with their wands lit.
“There’s a safe house in Rugby set up for us to go to once we have whatever’s in there,” James said as he inspected the cave wall. 
“It’s just a cave.” Regulus peered around the gloom, looking for any sign that there was more, only half listening to James’s words. 
“It’s not. Can’t you feel that?” James had lifted his hand to the back wall. “There’s dark magic here.” Regulus moved closer and pressed his hand next to James’s on the icy cold stone. 
It was too cold. Colder than it should have been. He closed his eyes and felt the dark magic marbling through the cave wall. 
“You’re right,” He took out a small dagger and sliced a long, thin line down his palm.
“What are you doing!” James watched, horrified. 
“It’s blood magic. You need to give blood to open the secret passage.” 
As soon as the blood touched the wall, a cracking groaning echoed around the cave as a secret passage opened before them. 
James grabbed Regulus’s hand and performed a simple healing spell to erase the cut. 
Before them lay a huge Cavan, so tall their wand light was lost.
They stopped before a vast lake that covered most of the cave floor. 
“Nox,” Regulus whispered, extinguishing the light at the end of his wand before casting another spell that shot a glowing orb of light into the darkness above them. It lit more than their wands had. 
They could now see an island in the middle of the lake. “Kreacher said there’s a boat somewhere along here.” He walked along the edge of the water until James yelled.
“There’s something here!” They grabbed ahold of the invisible chain and pulled. It was just as icy cold as the cave wall had been. Regulus tapped it with his wand, and the thick chain appeared before them, attached to a tiny boat. 
They carefully got into it and waited. Nothing happened. Regulus tapped it and tried a few spells, but nothing. 
“I think it’s because there are two of us.” They were cramped in the boat it was clearly made for one. 
James pulled something out from under his robes and swung it around himself, disappearing. The boat started moving. James’s invisibility cloak had hidden enough of his magical power to trick the boat into magically escorting them across the mirror-still water. James tried to see the bottom, but Regulus pulled him back. 
“Kreacher said to be wary of the water.” 
The boat bumped gently against the island, and they clambered out. 
They climbed up the steep slope to the top, where a basin stood filled with a glowing green potion. Sitting at the bottom was a locket. 
“Kreacher said I need to drink it.” He walked forward, took a small goblet out of his pocket and scooped some of the potion into it. James grasped his wrist before he could take the first sip. “James, I have to. It’s the only way to get the locket out.” 
“No, Reg, there has to be another way. We don’t even know what it is, what it does.”
“We do know what it does. It causes pain. James, I must drink it all. Even if I beg you, I can’t. You have to make me.” James looked deeply into Regulus’s eyes, his jaw quivering. His hand tightened momentarily on Regulus’s wrist before he let go and nodded. 
Regulus took a sip. It was icy fire coursing through his body. It was as if someone had hit him with the cruciatus curse. He yelped but drained the goblet and refilled it. 
Again and again, he drank. He was starting to see things in the shadows. His mother and father loomed over him. Sirius on the night he left Grimmauld Place. A fake James telling him he hated him. If James hadn’t been stroking his back, he’d probably have fallen for the fake James’s words and broken down. 
He dropped to his knees, unable to stand any longer. James took the goblet from his hands and refilled it. Regulus drank and drank and drank, and just when he thought if he drank another drop, he’d break from the pain, it was over. 
“Reg—Reg, you did it. We have the locket.” James exclaimed.
“I’m so thirsty, James.” Regulus croaked. 
“You can have all the water you want as soon as we get out of here. You just need to wait a little longer.” James said soothingly as he transfigured an old necklace of his mothers into a copy of the locket they had just taken. 
He was putting it in the basin and watching the green potion refill when he realised Regulus was no longer at his feet. “REG NO!!!!” 
Regulus dipped his hand into the lake, and the water erupted with movement as though it was boiling. 
Inferi crawled to the surface, grabbing at Regulus. James rushed forward and dragged him away from the water’s edge. The Inferi kept coming. James panicked and threw the invisibility cloak over them. The Inferi paused, unable to tell where they had gone. James shuffled them into the tiny boat and waited for it to move. But it didn’t. It didn’t know anyone in it. James made a decision. He put the locket into Regulus’s robes and removed himself from the cloak.
The Inferi surged forward again, grabbing at the boat and rocking it. 
“Incendio—Incendio—Incendio!” James cast repeatedly. It kept them away for seconds before the hands crawled back along the boat’s sides. 
The boat crashed into the side of the bank, throwing James into the damp sand. He scrambled to his feet as the hands scratched at his ankles. He grabbed hold of Regulus and fled the cave, leaving the inhabitants far behind.       
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startledstoat · 8 months
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Imagine Draco regularly going to the kitchens to be a nuisance to Dobby and sometime in 6th year he's down there going on about "stupid Potter and his stupid hair and stupid glasses and stupid gryffindor friends and stupid quidditch skills and stupid trouble making"
And across the kitchen Kreacher hears all this and thinks to himself oh no. Not again.
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regretfulcorrine · 3 months
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i ran to make this (Harry trying to teach Kreacher that they're not evil in this house)
[audio: Keegan Tindall on the clock app!]
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lilbeanz · 2 years
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Number Twelve, part 3 of 12:
Kreacher
Part 1 & Part 2
(I haven't discarded this! I still intend to do all 12 parts. I'll be posting 1 part monthly from now on❤💚)
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catfindr · 1 year
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padfootswhiskers · 1 month
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lmao I love the idea of baby sirius making black puns all day
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swiftiereg · 7 months
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This is my Roman Empire:
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in-flvx · 7 months
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It's interesting how much rebellion gets read into regulus' heist of the horcrux. Bc if anything, he is realigning with his parents' views again. Orion and walburga did agree with the politics voldemort adopted to get a position of power, but never enough to actively follow him. So when regulus does join voldemorts cause, it's notable bc he does it from his own free will.
Further down that line of thought: we have little to no insight in the relationship between the blacks and kreacher. We know they traditionally beheaded their house elves, but other than that he seems to live a pretty peaceful live. Especially when we compare him to winky and dobby - both of whom are in a constant state of fear regarding their familys punishments. Kreacher displays nothing even close to that. Even just between him and Sirius, it's Sirius who acts like a victim to abuse. Kreacher doesn't.
Other people have already said this, but regulus' heist isnt so much motivated by a sudden change in morals. Rather it reads like he didn't like that voldemort took it upon himself to damage his property.
Which would have to sting worse when physical abuse is not how the blacks generally treat their house elves.
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