Invisible String | TVD x WIZARDING WORLD

NOVA

"What's fitting?" Reg asked, his eyes locked on Draco like he was peeling his thoughts apart layer by layer.
I rolled my eyes. Bet he thinks he's a bloody Legilimens now.

"Dark Lord knows..." Draco said slowly, gaze swinging to me. "He knows about your... whatever this tribrid thing is—if it's even true."

I just shrugged. Casual. Dismissive. Dangerous.
"'Course it's true. But he doesn't know. Only people who know are Nott, Fred, Sophie... and now you two," I added, pointing lazily at the Malfoys.

Narcissa's voice cut in, sharper than expected. "Draco's right."
Declared. Not guessed. Not wondered. Declared. Like prophecy.

I turned to Regulus. I could see it all over his face—it made sense. Too much sense. And that terrified him.

"Reg?" I asked, softer now.
He didn't look at me.

"I told you about Sirius, remember?"
My stomach dropped.
"The Gryffindor brother? Yes," I said carefully.

Narcissa's expression cracked. That pity? That was deep. Like she knew where this was going. Like it still haunted her.

"Well," Regulus continued, "his boyfriend... there were things about him. Things no one knew. Except Sirius and his closest four."
He finally looked at me.

"And yet... the Dark Lord still managed to use him."
A beat passed.
"Twisted him. Broke him. Used him against the very people he loved most."

The silence after that? It wasn't just quiet. It was mourning.

"Hey, Reg?" I finally said, breaking fifteen minutes of silence. "We killed Katherine. Twice—"

"Katherine?" Narcissa cut in.

"Yeah. Bitch of my story." I shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal.

She looked at Regulus. And something passed between them—tight, silent, unresolved.
Whatever it was, it hung there like smoke in a locked room.
And it sucked.
It sucked because I didn't know what they weren't saying. And because the only reason I'd walked in here was for his story.
But now?
I didn't think I could bring it up. Not while he was looking at the floor like it might eat him alive.

Narcissa nodded slowly, as if processing everything. All of it. The deaths, the tribrid talk, the impossible war we were stepping into like it was just another Tuesday.

"We'll handle this Voldy guy, Reg," I said.
And I meant it.

The Salvatores are unkillable.
We've faced things people don't even dare to dream about. Mikaelsons. Silas. Katherine. Sirens. That freaky-ass siren tune that messed with your head. Hell kings. Hell queens. 
In the name of Godric Gryffindor himself, we've survived everything.

So yeah.
I'm waiting, Voldy baby.

"I'll get you hot chocolate, eh?" Reg said quietly, before slipping out of the room.

Oh thank god.

The air loosened with him gone, and I immediately turned to Narcissa.

"Okay, before he comes back—what's with him?" I asked, quick and low.

She tilted her head, pretending not to understand.

"Draco said you'd tell me Reg's story..." I pushed, a little more desperate now.

"I don't think I should," she replied softly.

"Oh, come on. Do you know how much it hurts to see him like that?"
I dropped into the seat like my body weighed a hundred tons.
"We know literally nothing about him, and I'm scared. I don't wanna say the wrong thing, I don't wanna break him even more—if that's even possible."