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The tragedy of Regulus Black

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Happy Birthday to my favorite Sunshine, James Fleamont Potter!!!!

(ik it's late but it's better than neverrr!)

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with excitement. It was James Potter’s birthday, and, naturally, that meant half the house had squeezed inside for the celebration. Streamers floated in the air, enchanted to change colors every few seconds, and a cake sat on the table, precariously wobbling under the weight of far too many sparklers.

Near the back of the room, Regulus Black leaned against the wall, looking thoroughly out of place. A Slytherin at a Gryffindor party wasn’t exactly normal, but James had insisted. “You’ll be there, right?” he’d said earlier that day, flashing that ridiculous grin Regulus pretended didn’t affect him.

And so, here he was.

James spotted him immediately, of course. He always did. Winding his way through the crowd, he grinned as he reached Regulus, his hair as messy as ever and his tie already halfway undone. “Didn’t think you’d actually come,” James said, leaning casually against the wall beside him.

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t give me much of a choice, Potter.”

James laughed, and the sound made Regulus’s chest feel lighter. “That’s true. But I’m glad you’re here.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The noise of the party seemed distant as James tilted his head, looking at Regulus in that way that made him feel like he was the only person in the room.

“You didn’t have to throw such a big party,” Regulus said softly, glancing at the chaos around them.

James shrugged. “It’s not really about the party. It’s just… nice to have people around. And it’s nicer now that you’re here.”

Regulus felt his face warm, and he quickly looked away, but James only smiled wider.

“Come on,” James said, grabbing Regulus’s hand. “Let’s sneak out. I’ve had enough of the crowd.”

Regulus didn’t argue. He let James lead him out through the portrait hole, their hands still tangled together, as the noise of the party faded behind them. For once, James Potter didn’t need a room full of people. He just needed this—quiet, stars overhead, and Regulus by his side.

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just crying here cause the ao3 is not up yet😭😭😭😭

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The house of Black was cold and stifling, filled with the echoes of family expectations and suffocating rules. At 12 Grimmauld Place, everything revolved around the family’s sacred traditions: blood purity, power, and unwavering allegiance to the old ways. But beneath the grand tapestries and dark grandeur, rebellion brewed quietly within five of the youngest members of the Black family: Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Sirius, and Regulus.

The cousins had grown up together, sharing secrets and dreams in hushed whispers behind locked doors. Despite their differences, they shared a bond forged in the fire of their parents’ harsh expectations. Bellatrix, the eldest at 18, had a fierce, defiant spirit that could set a room ablaze. Andromeda, 17, was kind and thoughtful, always questioning the family’s traditions. Narcissa, 16, seemed delicate but harbored a quiet strength and loyalty to her siblings. Sirius, 15, was a rebellious Gryffindor who openly clashed with his parents at every turn, while Regulus, 14, was quieter but no less daring, always observing and learning from his older cousins.

One evening, as the house settled into its usual oppressive silence, the cousins gathered in Sirius and Regulus’s shared room. Sirius had charmed the door to lock and silence any noise—a skill he had perfected after years of sneaking around Grimmauld Place.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Sirius said, pacing the room. His long black hair fell into his eyes as he spoke. “I can’t stand another lecture about how we’re supposed to be better than everyone else just because of our blood.”

“You’re not alone,” Andromeda said softly, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “I’ve been thinking about leaving, too. I don’t want this life. I don’t want to become… them.”

Bellatrix, lounging on the bed with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. “And where exactly would you go, Dromeda? Do you think the world will welcome us with open arms? We’re Blacks. The name follows us wherever we go.”

“Then we change it,” Sirius shot back, his gray eyes flashing. “We make our own path, Bella. No more pure-blood nonsense. No more rules. Just us.”

Regulus, who had been quiet until now, looked up. “You’d really leave? All of us? Together?”

“We should,” Narcissa said, surprising everyone. Her voice was soft but firm. “If we stay, we’ll lose ourselves. They’ll turn us into people we don’t want to be.”

The room fell silent as the weight of her words settled over them. It was Bellatrix who finally spoke, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“All right,” she said. “If we’re doing this, we do it properly. No half-baked plans. No looking back.”

And just like that, the decision was made.

The cousins spent the next week preparing in secret. Sirius and Regulus smuggled food and supplies from the kitchen while Narcissa and Andromeda collected spell books and enchanted objects. Bellatrix, ever the strategist, mapped out their escape route: they would use the Floo Network to get out of Grimmauld Place, then Disapparate to a safe house in the countryside that Sirius had discovered during one of his escapades.

On the night of the escape, the house was eerily quiet. Their parents were at a gathering of pure-blood families, leaving only Kreacher, the surly house-elf, to watch over them.

With their bags packed and wands at the ready, the cousins gathered in the drawing room. Bellatrix lit the fireplace with a flick of her wand and tossed in a handful of Floo Powder.

“Who’s first?” she asked, her dark eyes gleaming.

“I’ll go,” Sirius said, stepping forward. He turned to his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re sure about this, Reggie?”

Regulus nodded. “I’m sure.”

One by one, they stepped into the green flames, vanishing from Grimmauld Place and into the unknown.

The safe house was an old, abandoned cottage on the edge of a forest. It was small and shabby compared to the grandeur they had left behind, but to the cousins, it felt like freedom.

They spent their days exploring the woods, practicing spells, and dreaming about their future. Bellatrix taught them advanced dueling techniques, while Andromeda shared her knowledge of Muggle culture and magic. Narcissa took charge of organizing their supplies, ensuring they had enough food and potions, while Sirius and Regulus worked together to fortify the cottage with protective charms.

For the first time, they laughed without fear of being overheard. They made mistakes and learned from them without fear of punishment. They were free to be themselves.

One evening, as they sat around a crackling fire, Sirius looked at his cousins and smiled.

“We did it,” he said. “We’re free.”

“For now,” Bellatrix said, though there was a hint of pride in her voice.

Andromeda leaned back, gazing at the stars. “No matter what happens, we have each other. That’s all that matters.”

The cousins nodded in agreement, their bond stronger than ever. Together, they had defied the expectations of their family and carved out a new path for themselves.

They were no longer bound by the name Black. They were simply themselves—Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Sirius, and Regulus—free to choose their own destiny.

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The Gryffindor common room was suffocating tonight. Loud laughter and chatter surrounded Sirius, but his thoughts were elsewhere. His drink sat untouched as he stared into the fire. It was his younger brother, Regulus, who haunted his mind.

When Sirius had stormed out of Grimmauld Place for good, he’d told himself he was leaving everything behind—the house, the traditions, the suffocating expectations. Regulus included. At the time, it was easy to lump his brother in with the rest of the Blacks. Another puppet for their parents to pull along.

But the truth was, Sirius hadn’t expected to miss him so much.

He got up abruptly, muttering an excuse to James and Remus, and headed out of the common room. The corridors of Hogwarts were quieter this late, and Sirius let his feet guide him. He didn’t want to think, didn’t want to care about the person Regulus had turned into—the shadowed, too-serious boy who’d joined Slytherin and fallen into their pureblood nonsense.

Still, Sirius found himself walking toward the black lake, curiosity pulling him like a thread. He’d heard whispers of Regulus becoming the center of a peculiar group of Slytherins—students who followed him not out of fear or ambition but something more elusive. Affection, maybe. Loyalty. It gnawed at Sirius in a way he couldn’t explain.

Slipping into the shadows, he moved silently, well-practiced from years of sneaking around. He stopped when he saw them.

Regulus was sitting on one of the stone benches near the black lake, surrounded by a group of students. Sirius recognized a few faces—Barty Crouch Jr., who looked oddly less manic, Evan Rosier, who was laughing, and Pandora Selwyn, who was braiding Regulus’ hair with quiet concentration. They weren’t the typical cutthroat Slytherins Sirius remembered.

They were... relaxed. At ease. And they treated Regulus like he was something fragile and precious, something worth protecting.

Sirius watched as Barty passed Regulus a tin of Skittles—Muggle sweets, of all things. Regulus took one with a quiet smile, and Sirius could just hear Pandora teasing him about his favorite color.

“Green, of course,” Regulus said, his tone light, but Sirius saw the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.

“Green suits you,” Evan replied, nudging him with a grin. “Though you could try the yellow ones sometime. Might brighten you up.”

Regulus chuckled softly, and for a moment, Sirius felt a pang of something he couldn’t name. He used to be the one who could make Regulus laugh like that, back when they were just brothers and the world hadn’t drawn its lines between them.

He leaned against the wall, suddenly unable to move. They were so gentle with him, these Slytherins. Sirius had always assumed Slytherin friendships were alliances of convenience, built on shared ambition or fear. But this... this was something else entirely. They treated Regulus like family, like he belonged.

Something Sirius had never been able to do.

“Hey, Reggie,” Pandora said suddenly, leaning forward. “Do you think your brother would like these? Skittles, I mean.”

Regulus stiffened, and Sirius felt his chest tighten. He expected a cutting remark, maybe even a sneer, but what came out was far worse.

“I don’t think he remembers me enough to care,” Regulus said softly, his eyes dropping to the floor.

The room went quiet. Even Barty, who was never serious, frowned.

“That’s not true,” Evan said firmly. “He’s an idiot, but he’s your brother.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Regulus murmured, popping another Skittle into his mouth. “He left. And I don’t blame him. I just wish...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

Sirius clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to burst into the room, to tell Regulus he did care, that he hadn’t forgotten. But the words died in his throat. What right did he have? He’d left. He’d chosen freedom and light and Gryffindor. He hadn’t looked back.

And now, watching his brother surrounded by people who saw him, who cared for him, Sirius felt a bitterness he couldn’t shake. Not because they loved Regulus, but because he hadn’t. Not in the way Regulus had needed.

The laughter resumed, softer now, and Sirius forced himself to walk away. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each one heavier than the last.

He’d always thought he’d escaped the weight of his family name, but now he realized the heaviest part wasn’t the Black legacy. It was the brother he’d left behind.

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Sunshine ~Jegulus Fic

Regulus Black had always preferred the quiet. His days were carefully curated—morning coffee in his favorite corner café, nights spent reading in his cluttered apartment, and long walks with headphones drowning out the world. He didn’t need much. He especially didn’t need someone like James Potter barging into his life.

But James had never been good at staying out of places he wasn’t invited.

The first time they met, Regulus had been sitting alone in the university library, a tattered copy of The Universe in a Nutshell in hand. He’d noticed James out of the corner of his eye—loud, bright, effortlessly charismatic. James was the kind of person who lit up a room just by entering it, while Regulus preferred to slip by unnoticed.

James had plopped down at his table without so much as a hello. “What’s that about?” he asked, gesturing to the book.

Regulus blinked. “Theoretical physics,” he replied flatly.

James grinned, undeterred. “Ah, so you’re one of those genius types. Figures. I’ve seen you in my astronomy class—always scribbling equations like you’re plotting how to steal the moon.”

“I don’t steal,” Regulus said coldly, closing his book. “And I don’t socialize.”

“Good thing I’m not asking you to,” James said breezily. “I’m just talking. I’m James, by the way. You’re Regulus, right?”

Regulus frowned. “How do you know that?”

James leaned back in his chair, looking insufferably pleased. “I listen. People talk about you, you know. The mysterious Black kid who’s too smart for everyone. But they’re wrong.”

“Am I?”

“You’re not mysterious,” James said with a wink. “You’re just quiet. There’s a difference.”

Regulus didn’t know why he let James keep talking to him, but somehow, James became a fixture in his life. He started showing up at the library, always with some ridiculous Muggle book about stars or galaxies. He brought coffee to their study sessions—always with too much sugar for himself and just the right amount for Regulus.

James was loud, obnoxious, and utterly radiant. He was nothing like the stars Regulus loved—cold, distant, perfect. James was the sun, burning too brightly to be ignored.

One rainy afternoon, they sat in Regulus’ tiny apartment, the sound of rain tapping against the windows. James was stretched out on the floor, scrolling through his phone, while Regulus worked on an essay.

“You know,” James said suddenly, “you remind me of the night sky.”

Regulus glanced at him, eyebrows raised. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Yeah,” James said, smiling. “The night sky is beautiful, but it’s lonely. It hides so much, but when you take the time to really look at it, you see it’s full of light. You’re like that.”

Regulus looked away, his cheeks warming. “And what does that make you?”

“Me?” James sat up, grinning. “I’m the sun. Loud, warm, and way too stubborn to let you stay in the dark.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but his chest tightened in a way he didn’t hate.

James Potter had barged into his life like sunshine through a dusty window, and for the first time, Regulus didn’t feel the need to pull the curtains shut.

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Sirius Black ran away from her family and career at 15. At 19 their uncle passes away and she moves to London for a fresh start. It doesn’t go exactly how she planned.

A Marauders SocMed AU

Profiles

Part one

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My other post was not posted idk why but here's my take on wolfstar new year during hogwarts days because it's new year I'll try something new!

Snow fell softly around them as Sirius leaned against the railing, grinning at Remus.

"Dragging me out here in the cold, really?" Remus muttered, breath fogging the air.

"It’s New Year’s Eve, Moony. Live a little," Sirius replied, his voice softer than usual.

The clock chimed midnight.

"Happy New Year, Remus," Sirius said, eyes bright.

Remus smiled faintly. "Happy New Year, Sirius."

A beat passed, heavy with unspoken words, before Sirius whispered, "You know, you could kiss me. Just a New Year’s thing."

Remus hesitated—then leaned in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to Sirius’s lips.

When they pulled back, Sirius smirked. "See? Not so bad."

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. "Shut up, Padfoot."

Snow continued to fall as the new year began, wrapped in quiet magic.

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Happy New Year everyone! I hope 2025 will be good on us!

Anyways here's a short jegulus new year special

James sat sprawled in an armchair, lazily spinning a Chocolate Frog card, while Regulus pretended to read a book.

"You’re staring," Regulus said without looking up.

James grinned. "Can’t help it, you’re pretty in firelight."

Regulus’s ears turned pink. "Do you ever stop talking, Potter?"

"Nope."

The clock chimed midnight. James’s voice softened. "Happy New Year, Reggie."

Regulus glanced up, meeting James’s hazel eyes. "Happy New Year, James."

There was a brief pause—a heartbeat suspended in time—before James leaned forward and Regulus met him halfway. The kiss was brief, warm, and sweet, like chocolate and smoke.

As they pulled back, James smirked. "Well, that’s one way to start the year."

Regulus let out a soft laugh. "Let’s see if you can keep up the charm, Potter."

The fire crackled on, and the new year began with a quiet promise between them.

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Jegulus raising Harry Christmas Special ig?

The cottage in Godric’s Hollow was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights. Harry, barely three, struggled to hang an ornament on the tree.

“Careful,” Regulus said, steadying the boy’s hand. “That star sings, you know.”

“It does?” Harry whispered, his eyes wide.

From the kitchen, James appeared with a tray of hot chocolates. “How’s my favorite troublemaker doing?”

“Uncle Reg is helping!” Harry beamed.

James smirked. “Uncle Reg likes to pretend he doesn’t love Christmas.”

Regulus rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “Someone has to keep this chaos organized.”

With Harry’s final touch, the enchanted star lit up the tree. He clapped his hands, grinning. “Best tree ever!”

Later, curled on the couch with Harry asleep between them, James leaned toward Regulus. “You know, I never thought Christmas could feel this... whole.”

Regulus laced their fingers together. “Merry Christmas, James.”

Outside, the snow fell silently, peace settling over their little family.

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I wish that ao3 did a Spotify wrapped equivalent. I would love to know how many hours I spent reading about dead gay wizards from the 70’s and traumatised exy players

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Harry stepped into the living room, his heart thudding nervously in his chest. James was sprawled on the rug, attempting to beat Regulus at chess and failing miserably. Regulus, perched elegantly on the couch, wore his usual air of quiet superiority, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as his knight cornered James's queen.

"Hey, Dad, Papa," Harry started, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain. Both men looked up instantly, James pushing his glasses higher on his nose, Regulus raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Harry stepped aside to reveal Draco Malfoy standing just behind him.

Draco looked different from the polished, arrogant boy they remembered. His shoulders were hunched, and his pale face betrayed a guarded vulnerability, like he was bracing for judgment.

"Malfoy," James said, his voice neutral but not unkind. He glanced at Harry, reading the silent plea in his son’s eyes.

"Draco," Regulus corrected, his tone sharper but no less thoughtful. He set the chess piece in his hand down carefully, then gestured for Draco to come further into the room. "You’re a guest here. Sit."

Draco hesitated but eventually moved toward the chair James had pulled out for him. Harry sat beside him on the armrest, his hand brushing against Draco’s shoulder, a small gesture of reassurance.

"We’ve all made mistakes," James said suddenly, his gaze softening. He leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "What matters is what you do after."

Draco blinked, clearly startled by the kindness in James’s words. Regulus nodded in agreement, his sharp eyes fixed on Draco. "If Harry trusts you, that’s enough for us."

The tension in Draco’s shoulders eased just slightly. Harry beamed, grateful for the unwavering love and understanding of his parents. James moved to refill the teapot, seamlessly steering the conversation toward Quidditch, while Regulus silently studied Draco, already calculating the best way to support someone who reminded him, just a little, of himself.

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Part 2 of Drarry Exes

Draco: (coldly, but with a tinge of bitterness) You expect me to believe that? After all the signs, the whispers, the glances?

Harry: (firmly) Signs Ginny planted, Draco! She wanted you to think there was something between us because she thought it would drive you away from me.

Draco: (narrowing his eyes) That’s absurd. Why would she do that?

Harry: Because she thought you’d hurt me. She didn’t trust you, and frankly, I can’t entirely blame her for that, considering your... track record back then. But you let her lies fester instead of talking to me.

Draco: (pausing, conflicted) She wanted me to think I wasn’t enough for you? That I’d lose you to her?

Harry: (softening, but still frustrated) Yes. And you fell for it. You let jealousy blind you. Merlin, Draco, we’ve been at this for years.

Draco: (voice low, almost vulnerable) And you just let me stew in it. Why not tell me the truth earlier?

Harry: (sighing, exasperated) Because every time I tried, you shut me out. You wouldn’t listen! You’ve clung to your version of events, painting yourself as the victim, and me as the betrayer.

Draco: (angry now, defensive) Don’t make this my fault! If Ginny manipulated me, that’s on her!

Harry: (cutting him off) No, Draco. It’s on both of us. Ginny played her part, but we let her win. You doubted me instead of trusting me, and I gave up trying to convince you when I should’ve fought harder.

Draco still silent, struggling to process the revelation of how Ginny betrayed him.

Harry: (stepping closer, voice softer) Look, I can’t change what happened. But we can’t keep living in the past. If you still don’t believe me, if you can’t trust me, then... maybe we should stop pretending this can work.

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Part 1 of Drarry Exes

Draco: (voice dripping with sarcasm) Oh, of course. The Chosen One, once again thinking he's untouchable. I suppose you're going to deny it, just like you did five years ago?

Harry: (groaning) Merlin's beard, Draco, I’m not doing this with you again. I didn’t cheat then, and I’m certainly not now!

Draco: (steps closer, his voice sharper) You think I’m blind? That I didn’t see you laughing with her in the Leaky Cauldron? How cozy you looked? It’s the same damn story, Harry. History repeating itself.

Harry: (raising his hands in exasperation) Are you seriously accusing me because I had a conversation with someone? For the love of—

Draco: (cutting him off) Conversation? Is that what you called it with Ginny too? Or was it “just a misunderstanding” then as well?

Harry: (taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm) I’ve told you a thousand times, nothing happened with Ginny. You wouldn’t listen then, and clearly, you’re still stuck in the past.

Draco: (his voice wavers, a hint of hurt behind his anger) How could I not be? Do you know what that felt like? To believe in us, only to think I was just another name on your list?

Harry: (his tone softens slightly) You weren’t just another name. You never were.

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I just love angst drarry with exes baggage omg. I swear I'll finish this one next week 😣

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When Harry was eleven years old and had just received his invitation to Hogwarts, James had sat him down when Regulus was away. About sex, thought Harry. He knew what it was, he didn't need a lecture about it.

But James began about something way more sirious. He told Harry that in some households, parents were different. That in some households, parents didn't love their children, but were cruel en demanding. That some parents didn't just send their children to their room when they did something wrong, but hurt them. Harry's father knew it was a heavy topic for such a young child, but it was very imporant.

James explained to him what was the best coure of action if he ever suspected someone he knew had troubles at home. How to recognise that. How to be there for them, not even seeking ways to fix it, but to primary just confort them. How that could be the difference for them.

Harry was filled with confusion after the talk and it wasn't until he got older and noticed that Regulus and Sirius never talked about their parents and both had similair looking scars. It was then that he realised how important that topic had been for his father, and how important his father had been for the Black brothers.

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Regulus sat alone in the dark just like a star, turning the ring James had once given with promises of forever. It felt colder now, like the memory of James’s laughter ans whispers of I love yous fading in his mind, the warmth slipping away.

He’d thought, once, that maybe he could be saved, that James, his sun might pull him from the dark.

But he’d walked away instead, and now all he had was silence—and the ache of what could have been.