Once she had got out of the shower, washed off her makeup, brushed off all of the things she had done to get ready for the wedding, and undone everything she had done.
In the rustic living room on the rustic couch, Y/n sat wearing an oversized black hoodie, shorts, and a black 'queen' band shirt underneath the hoodie.
Her legs were resting against her cleavage as she sat up on the rustic couch, quietly observing her surroundings.
Upon their return from the showers, Grace was the first one who went down into the living room, followed by Theodore who was the last one to join the group.
After all the undoing, the haze in her mind began to wear off. She took a break after all the undoing and taking a break.
In the haze that had left her, she remembered that Theodore had taken them away from the wedding without making sure that everyone else was safe. It was important to make sure Luna, Fleur, The Weasleys, Remus, Tonks, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were safe.
It was Harry who was the first person to come to mind once she got the phone back once she had received it. In a nervous state, her leg trembled softly within the arms that she wrapped around her legs, which were covered by the jumper that she wore.
"He knew she was there?" Grace asked, resting her arm around Y/n in comfort, noticing that she was wearing a cardigan and sweatpants and, as expected, noticing her leg.
In a black t-shirt and a pair of similar coloured pyjama pants with the same colour trim on his legs, Theodore shook his head while leaning back on the single chair with a hum.
As she scratched her leg, Y/N asked, "What happened when you got there?" she questioned, looking up from her scratched leg.
Theodore shrugged, "It was just a normal meeting today," he said. "Bellatrix, Greyback, and the Carrows were the only ones that weren't there."
It was just a matter of nodding her head, not saying anything else, but realizing that everything that had happened was for the best.
"Snape figured it out," Theodore said with a smile. "Everyone should be okay, with the order guarding the place,"
"They're after Harry," Y/N reminded, her voice cold like it had been in her first years at Hogwarts, while her body ached like the previous years had.
After Andromeda had brought up Regulus, Her mother, and everything she had ever known about her at the wedding, Y/n was able to focus on the larger things, She had told her about during the marriage.
There had been a little more conversation between Grace and Theodore, yet Y/N was still in her head, yet she was unsure what had happened to anyone who had attended the wedding.
"I'm going to get a drink," Y/n called out, finally saying what she had been thinking all along.
There was a look of perplexity on both of their faces as they stared at her with furrowed eyebrows, as they wondered what had happened during the wedding that caused Y/n to go backwards.
"I can", Grace cut in, trying to join her in order to get Y/n to open up to her about what happened at the wedding so that she could try and get through to her.
In response to the comment, Y/n stood up, one leg at a time, from the couch and said, "I'm fine, being alone.".
Then, without saying a word, she walked into the foyer, making her way down the hallway to get into the kitchen, without saying a word.
Y/n has not seen Kreacher inside Grimmauld since she discovered the locket and it seemed as if he knew that once she found out about the locket, she would go looking for him in Grimmauld.
The cold air that hit her in the face when she walked into the empty kitchen felt like a funeral.
It took her a moment to take a moment to look around at the rustic kitchen where she grew up, considering everything her mother had told her within the walls of this house when she was growing up.
In the kitchen there was a younger Y/n; she was around the age of eight and had just walked in. As she stood in Regulus' room for the first time, she was holding a book that she had found in her brother's room when she had stepped foot in it for the first time.
"Where did you get that?" Walburga tried to look up from the news clipping watching her as if she were examining an ant through a magnifying glass.
"I found this in Regulus' room, mother" She truthfully said, "His room is nic-"
"Get out of there," Walburga shouted, slamming the clipping against the wooden table and slamming the clipping down onto the floor.
The sound of the paper hitting the table, together with her hand resting on top of it, sent Y/N to flutter at the sight of the paper slamming against the table.
Her mother's willingness to keep her out of Regulus' room made her nod, as she was worried about the safety of her children. Walburga was glaring over at Y/n with a look likely to cause crows to hide in the trees while he said, "Put it back.".
"Now!" Her voice was raised as she threw the paper over to Y/n. The paper almost struck the girl but drifted off onto the floor as not enough wind carried it to the ground. The last thing Y/n did before she left the kitchen was to put her head down and walk out.
Y/n stood in the kitchen, staring off into the distance. She stared at the same spot where her mother used to sit every day until she had to go to the ministry. She blinks away from there and makes it over to the wine refrigerator, gets a wine glass from there and pours herself a glass of red wine.
After a moment of silence in the kitchen, she took a sip of the bitter burgundy liquid and took a deep breath. There was a creaking sound as the door swung open in the silence.
Her wand was retrieved from the pocket of her jumper as she grabbed it. Y/N placed her wine on the table and began to drink it.
Taking her time to make her way towards the door and standing at the doorway, she slowly stepped out and made her way towards the door. It seemed that Y/n had heard Y/n, but as Grace and Theodore both heard the nose at the same time, she let out a sigh of relief. Seeing them walk through the door, she let out a sigh of relief.
At the door stood Harry, Ron, and Hermione all three of them dressed in clothes that were completely different from the ones they wore at the wedding. Her shoulders dropped slightly as she sighed, and she let out a soft sigh.
In a matter of seconds, Y/N walked over to Harry and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate to press his hand firmly against her back, holding on tight to her.
Y/n placed her head on Harry's shoulder, her hand going through his hair as she held him close to her, keeping his head on her shoulder.
Trying to forget about Andromeda's statement, she breathed out waves across her body, trying to calm down as his touch went through her.
As they settled down in the living room, Y/N brought blankets for Ron and Hermione downstairs since the other rooms were not clean, making them think Kreacher's disappearance may be connected to the other rooms, rather than the living room.
In the midst of their conversation, she took a seat next to Harry and listened in.
Hermione told the three people who were unaware that anything had happened to her: "Death eaters attacked us in the cafe," she said to them. She was wearing a grey pullover and a black jacket with black pants underneath.
"And we need a safe place to hide," said Ron. "Give us time to think things through."
The girl crossed her legs and arms, leaning towards Harry a bit, who was now wearing a tan blazer, a grey shirt, and black dress pants, and asked: "Hide here, sure.".
The scar on Harry's right shoulder had burned as something flashed across his mind like a bright light on water, as he gave a cry of agony.
Taking a deep breath, she snapped her head to the side while everyone else in the room became acutely aware of what was happening.
As Ron advanced on Harry, he asked, "What did you see?".
"What happened?" Grace asked, looking over to Y/n with furrowed eyebrows, with a look of concern on her face. To keep her attention on Harry, Theodore tried to exchange glances with Y/n in order for her to keep them there.
In that moment of her life, this was the last thing she wanted to deal with, "No, I just felt anger-he's really angry-" Grace glanced over at Y/N.
Ron pointed out, "He can feel what You-know-who wants him to feel." He reminded him, "Remember, that's how he saw Sirius."
"However, it is quite possible that that could be at the Burrow," Ron said loudly. "What else? Didn't you see anything? Was he cursing someone?"
"No, I just felt anger— I couldn't tell— "
"They wanted to scare," Theodore finally brought up, "And make it known that the ministry was theirs..."
Y/n felt badgered and confused, and Hermione did not help as she said in a frightened voice, "Your scar, again? But what's going on? I thought that connection had closed!"
"It did, for a while," muttered Harry; his scar was still painful, which made it hard to concentrate. "I–I think it's started opening again whenever he loses control, that's how it used to— "
"But then you've got to close your mind!" said Hermione shrilly.
"Harry can we talk," Y/n comfortably said, not wanting to raise her voice; along with not wanting to hear yelling.
Harry nodded going to stand up, Y/n stood up with him moving her legs off of the couch standing up.
"Harry, Dumbledore didn't want you to use that connection, he wanted you to shut it down, that's why you were supposed to use Occlumency! Otherwise, Voldemort can plant false images in your mind, remember-"
A sarcastic Harry replied, "Yeah, I remember, thanks," as he followed Y/n out of the living room after finishing the conversation sarcastically.
He made his way into the hallway and looked inside the tapestry room, noticing how damaged the tapestry had become as if claw marks had been left on it by some ruthless animal.
With eyebrows furrowed, he followed Y/N and watched as she just kept walking to the kitchen before closing the kitchen door behind her. Once Harry walked in, he looked over at her confused, sitting down, and keeping an eye on her as she continued to walk to the kitchen.
"Sober?"
"Unfortunately," she replied to the question, taking hold of the neck of her glass of red wine, and sitting down. Taking a step back from him, she asked, "Your scar?" She became worried; not showing it, but keeping her gaze on him.
"It started hurting last year, remember," Harry reminded her, of his conversation with Slughorn on the train. "Everything okay? From the-"
A hug was offered between Y/n and Harry as she placed her head on his chest, hoping to be held by her beloved. As if a river of emptiness was flowing through her body, it felt as if she were swimming in it.
The moment Harry placed the hand on Y/n's back and rubbed it gently it was as if he did not think twice about his actions. Her head shook as she asked, "What happened?" She did not say anything, just shook it in silence.
There was a quiet moment between the two of them during which she stared into the distance with no emotion on her face. "Y/n,"
In the midst of standing up, Y/n mumbled, "I'm tired," as she heaved a deep sigh, not wanting to talk about it and just wanting to be held.
A few minutes later, he replied, "I'll be up.".
Y/n didn't say anything at all as she walked out of the kitchen, wrapping her arms around her body and walked up the staircase without saying a word. She nodded along the way as she made her way up the stairs. After watching her for a few minutes, Harry watched her leave the room.
After not getting any sleep all night, Y/n woke up in the middle of the night twisting and turning all night, the lights were off in her room, and there was nothing illuminating any light in her room.
There was nothing running through her head as she lay under the blanket with her head resting on the pillow; nothing seemed to want to run through it, nothing seemed to want it to run.
It was silent in the room but a white noise was emitted from her ears as a response to that silence. The sound of the door creaking was heard, but she did not move to let whoever peeked their head into her room do so, because the creaking noise came from the other side of the door.
Her bed had a small dent in it, which caused her to move over a bit, letting the person on the bed know that there was something wrong.
Throughout her nose, she could smell a warm fireplace and a luxurious cologne that she felt comfortable with. Her head instantly landed on Harry's chest as he pulled her into the embrace without hesitation or hesitation.
"Remus is okay, Theodore told us you're worried about him, 'cause you're worried, I felt the same way when you weren't there,"
When she lifted the blanket from her head and peered up at the seventeen-year-old boy who was removing his glasses, no words came out of her mouth.
Her lips pressed gently against his, she closed her eyes softly while pressing her lips against him. Following in her footsteps, Harry closed his eyes after taking a moment to take in her words.
By doing so, Y/n was able to escape from the demands of the night. During the longing hours of the night, she turned to Harry as an escape, as a book that could be read.
In response, she kissed him once more. Once again, twice more, she kissed him until she could taste him and realized that there wasn't enough.
It appears he has some fervent urgency as he wraps his arms around Y/n, kissing her hard, deeper, fervently, with a fervent urgency I have not experienced up until now, placing his hands everywhere up her back and over her arms.
As they surveyed the world around them, they found little meaning in what they saw.
A kiss from her has the softness of a butterfly's wings; as a butterfly's wings beat, the kiss became addictive because of its softness.
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As she awoke early the next morning, wrapped around the puffy blanket of her bed, she was unaware of what had happened.
Despite the heavy curtains, there was a chink of sky visible. Between night and dawn, the room was filled with the cool, clear blue of watered ink. There was no sound in the room at all, not even a breath could be heard.
Upon opening her eyes and turning in the bed, she realized that Harry was no longer beside her. When Y/n got up from the bed, he put on the shirt he was wearing. He also donned the sweatpants that lay on the floor. As she opened the door to the hallway, the second landing was dark.
At the end of the hallway, she could see her mother's door when she turned to the right. She stared ahead, wrapping her arms around her body. Never before in her life has she gone into her mother's room without knowing what was there.
Slowly approaching the door with the nameplate reading "Walburga and Orion," she pushed the door open slightly, causing it to creak and open on its own. There were ample spaces in the room, which must have once been a beautiful space.
In the bedroom there was a large bed with a carved wooden headboard, two black wooden nightstands, long black curtains and a chandelier that was thickly dust-covered with candle scrubs resting in the sockets.
An invisible film of dust covered the pictures on the walls and the headboard of the bed; a spider web was visible between the chandelier and the chest of drawers. Pictures of Regulus and Y/n were plastered on the walls in tiny frames.
The first time she stepped onto Walburga's wooden floor was a memorable one. A look around the floor was given by Harry. There was a sense that she was afraid of being yelled at or punished if she remained in the room.
However, she was interested in knowing the truth.
As she scanned the room, she noticed that the room was clean, unlike both of her brothers' rooms. Knowing that her mother would not conceal something so effectively, as she knew no one would be entering her bedroom. In this case, the closet or under the bed would be the most convenient place to look.
A lump in her throat was swallowed, she sighed as she walked to the wardrobe, opening it up and revealing all of the clothing belonging to her mother and father. There is a picture of her mother on the left and a picture of her father on the right.
Getting down on her knees, she moved any shoes that were resting upon the wardrobe's bottom shelf, which were primarily heels.
In clearing out the closet, she moved all the clothes onto the floor, where they quickly became cluttered as she dumped them all out, trying to see if something was hiding behind them.
Trying to find what she was seeking caused her vision to become blurry and her mental state to become fuzzy.
Yet she was aware that she was in need of answers in all areas of her life. Taking advantage of the drawers on the other side of the wall, she dug through the folded clothes and threw all the clothes that got in her way on the floor.
As she muttered "Bloody hell," she slammed the drawer shut and threw her hands into her hair, with a sigh coming out of her mouth as she leaned against the drawer.
While looking around the room, she seated her head back and clothed her eyes annoyed and disappointed at the fact that she was being lied to about everything. After moving the scattered clothes all over the carpet, she bent down to look under the bed but did not find what she was looking for.
She huffed, burning her eyes from tears that formed in her body. As she placed her legs close to her cleavage on the floor, she wrapped her arms around her knees as she looked away from the wardrobe to the left.
Almost as if it were a hidden door, there was a small outline inside the wardrobe that looked suspicious. As she crawled on her hands and knees to the wardrobe to her left, she turned her attention to the mirror.
After pushing the outline into her hand, Y/n grabbed the bottom part of it and grabbed it. In that moment, she realized that her mother didn't want her to find out what she had kept hidden.
An imprint of a tan box was found inside her head.
A furrowing of her eyebrows was seen as Y/n dug in the hole on the side of the wardrobe to retrieve the box. In spite of this, there were more items stored inside. More things were retrieved from the storage unit by Y/n as she dug her hand in more.
It appeared that the snitch was silver in color, but on turning it, her initials were engraved on the back. As confusion rippled through her body, she grabbed whatever else she could find. Upon opening the box, her mouth nearly dropped open.
There are letters upon letters along with small gifts contained within. Her eyes became blurry with a tear going down her cheek and landing on one of the letters. Y/n was not sure what to think.
Dear Y/n.
I know you're not going to get this, but here's a late
11th birthday present, one of my first snitches. I know you're going to be the worrying
cause of Hogwarts but no matter what, I'll be here locked away or not.
-S.B
Merry Christmas.
I would have given you a snitch but,
I wouldn't know how to pass it by Walburga-I'm just hoping
you get the letters from your mail before they get checked.
Here's a small gift of Quiditich player cards,
I don't know what you would like, and I'm not getting any help
So I'm just going to go off relation clues.
-Padfoot
Y/n.
Congrats on the game, I can't believe I'm congratulating Slytherin.
saw you before the game, and you look happy. I don't know if showing you
me would scare you, after everything she told you about me.
They told you about me. It was nice to see you in the sky,
Your talented kid.
-Sirius
The mystery baby
This is the 1000th letter I've written to you,
Since I found out you were born, I overheard guards
talking about the new member of the house of black.
Good luck, pup.
I want to meet you, let's hope you're more like me than
Regulus...do you even know about Regulus? Well, dont-.
-Your ONLY big brother
Sirius Black
It was too dark for her to see through Walburga's haze, she hated herself for letting it consume her. Her head lowered into the letter, she closed her eyes shaking her head, not knowing why she believed her would not send her anything.
Surely this box held millions of letters from Sirius. As Walburga always checked her mail, she might have been aware that Sirius might be watching out for her.
There was numbness in Y/n's extremities. While a kind of quiet painful lake sat inside her, she held the paper in her nerveless fingers. The stabbing she suffered wasn't caused by that.
In the box under a couple more letters from Sirius was a letter wrapped next to the newspaper. She unfolded the letter addressed to Walburga by resting her fingers on the crippled paper.
Dearest Walburga Black,
I was pleased with the story of your life,
with the new member in the family, everything about her would be captured
by request.
Keeping your families legacy clean is important in your eyes
Which I would help behold for the price of a couple of thousand quid.
And Y/n Black will never leave the front page unless something important occurs.
Your great friend
-Rita Skeeter.
Her haze of what she grew up in had become nothing but poisonous ash as she read the letter a second time. Having scars on her heart that are not healing, is something that a young girl shouldn't have had to endure for the sake of her mother's desire to be free of Sirius' legacy.
As a child, she grew up very quickly.
In a state of confusion, Y/n sat on the ground and stared at the letter. Her attention was drawn to a spinning foot as she got to her feet. There is a flutter in her heart and the feeling of her chest tightening up. Taking in short and fast breaths like someone who has just completed a race, she spirals faster and faster.
Stumbling out of the room, Y/N shut the door behind her holding the box that she carried along to her room in her head. While waiting for a moment, Y/n walked over to her room, closing the door behind her.
With her head resting on the door, she closed her eyes and held the box in front of her as she closed her eyes. There was a gentle and soft feeling of a tear falling on her soft skin as she closed her eyes and her hand was touched by the soft drop of a tear on her soft skin.
It was a knock at the door that caused her to sniffle and wipe her tears away, as there was a knock at the door. When she turned the doorknob, Harry stood in front of her holding a letter and a picture in his hand, as she opened the door.
"Can I keep this?" He asked his girlfriend.
"What is it?" Her voice was broken, and her eyes were soulless gazing at what was in his hand.
"My mother received a letter from Sirius," Harry explained to Y/n, wanting to forget about her main problems, he opened the door and walked further into the room. "The second page of the letter, for instance. You know this Bathilda my mum mentions, you know who she is?"
Y/n spaced out with her arms crossed, staring at the box still in her hand, unable to clear her mind. For a moment, Y/n paused in her thoughts before quietly muttering, "A history of magic," not raising her voice, "She's a magic historian from when your parents were teenagers."
"And she's still alive," said Harry, "and she lives in Godric's Hollow. Ron's Auntie Muriel was talking about her at the wedding. She knew Dumbledore's family too. Be pretty interesting to talk to, wouldn't she?"
"Yeah, sure" She nodded her head, blinking.
"What's wrong?" Harry questioned, he grabbed her hand while standing in front of her. "Hey,"
She was not interested in sitting around and being sad about having been lied to; although she didn't know if she was the only one who did not see the reality of what she had gone through; how obvious was it to everyone else?
Her heart was racing as she shut her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. The arms wrapped around her body without warning. Y/n was almost brought to her knees while Harry held her. She did not feel hurt, lied to, or fooled.
There was always an opportunity right in front of her. She leaned her head on Harry's shoulder and did not move during His soft massage of her arm. It had become public knowledge that her mother's biggest secret had been revealed, the death of Y/n.
It had been a while since Harry had spoken with Grace and Theodore, giving her some breathing room. The numbness of her body echoed into the sensation of feeling nothing but blue shades in the sky. Y/n did not feel like getting up.
The letter Sirius wrote sat in front of her, and she looked at it with a blank look on her face. The sheets were all bundled together when she arose from her bed. As she walked over to her dresser, she noticed that her room was cluttered with books, letters, newspapers, etc.
Grabbing onto her journal, and taking off the tape that said 'Y/F/A. C.B" Under it lay the words 'R.A.B'. Tracing her fingers on the golden imprint of the soft and indented letters she felt the knot inside of her stomach.
The brothers who were tortured and taken from her didn't die for anything. She was tired of being tired, she was numb. Voldemort's name had been published thousands of times in the newspapers, and Regulus wanted to bring Voldemort down as well.
Years ago, what really happened in this house...
In her brother's room, Y/N had discovered Voldemort's articles. Her brother's articles were gathered before walking down the creaky steps wearing the black jumper she had received from Regulus and the sweatpants she wore.
Theodore, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Grace all sat at the table as if they were having a meeting. Grace didn't hesitate to stand up and embrace Y/n. The two hugged, and it felt safe to her.
A short time later, she placed the news clippings on the table opposite Grace, which was next to the Gryffindor. "They are all about Voldemort," Hermione observed, looking at the clipping. "Regulus seemed to have been a fan for a number of years before joining the Death Eaters."
Hearing his name on the lips of others still irritated her. It felt sacred to her, protecting the boy she admired.
"It's forced upon us," Y/n explained shortly, her voice low and tired. Theodore nodded his head in agreement knowing how it is to grow up in a Voldmort-driven family. "This is him," She unfolded a picture of a Hogwarts Quidditch team smiling and waving out of the frame.
As she pointed to a skinny boy almost paler than a ghost, with dark curly hair and an imposing bone structure, she said, "That is him." She did not show them any of the beginning when she had taped letters to her journal that Regulus had hidden within his room.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered looking at the picture along with everyone else.
"Regulus mentioned a little about the locket," She exposed, flipping through her journal and pulling out the letter. "He says how the dark lord has failed him...How Kreacher agreed to help him with something,"
"That's easy, where's Kreacher?" Hermione asked as Theodore turned to the group looking up from the letter.
"He's held up with the dark lord," Theodore explained shortly; causing Y/n to nod her head in the argument.
Ron raised his eyebrows untrusting turning to Harry; Y/n noticed this; "Walburga sold him out to the dark lord years ago, to suck up to him." She noted, looking over at the redhead who was doubting now. "And since a house elf cannot freely exit a deal, he has been there since the dark lord returned."
"There's an easier way," said Grace resting her elbow on the table, as Y/n furrowed her eyebrows trying to understand where she was getting at. She raised her wand and said, "Accio Locket!"
Nothing happened. Ron, who had looked around the room to see if anything changed. "Is that it, then? It's not here?"
"Oh, it could still be here, but under counter-enchantments," Hermione suspected.
"Like Voldemort put on the stone basin in the cave," said Harry, remembering how he had been unable to Summon the fake locket. "Charms to prevent it from being summoned magically, you know."
Her lips curled as she shook her head loudly, "It is missing, as are so many other things." She pointed out, crossing her legs as she sat next to Harry. "I have it here. Regulus must have charmed it before going to the cave."
"Could Kreacher have nicked it?" Harry asked his girlfriend, That was the only hope that they had left, "He had a whole stash of stuff in the kitchen cupboard,"
"No, Kreacher listens to me," Y/n explained shortly, "You respect him, he respects you"
"How don't you know this stuff, isn't this your house?" Ron questioned.
Knowing the conditions of Y/n's family, Theodore tightened his jaw, while Harry glared at his best friend in an attempt to silence him.
"You don't decide things in this house, they are told to you and you do them" She briefly explained the family line, "That is what happened to Sirius and Regulus...The noble house of black is one of the most corrupt family lines, and you should know that Ronald," she said.
A loud crack sounded, and out of nowhere, the house elf that Y/n has been searching for for the past month appeared in front of the cold fireplace: small, half-human in size, with pale skin hanging in folds, and white hair sprouting freely.
Y/n still wore the filthy rag they had first encountered him in, and his contemptuous expression revealed that his attitude toward the change in ownership was not significantly changed.
As the entire group stood up, Kreacher glanced at each one of them. "Master," the bullfrog croaked, bowing low while muttering, "back in my Mistress's old house with the treacherous Weasley and the Mudblood, and the boy who took the dark lord—"
As Y/n stood in front of her elf, she calmly spoke: "I forbid you to call anyone a 'blood traitor' or a 'Mudblood.' Two years ago a gold locket was found...It belonged to Regulus, where is it? "
A moment of silence followed, during which it was observed that Kreacher had straightened up to face Y/n in the face. Kreacher had closed his eyes in an effort not to see the reaction he was likely to receive from Y/n.
"Mundungus Fletcher," croaked the elf, his eyes still tight shut. "Mundungus Fletcher stole it all; Miss Bella's and Miss Cissy's, Master's pictures, my Mistress's gloves, the Order of Merlin, First Class, the goblets with the family crest, and— and— "
The anger filled her body as Mundungus Fletcher had always attempted to steal items from her mother. But finally, he took the items thinking because she was so young, she would not notice any missing items.
Kreacher was gulping for air: His hollow chest was rising and falling rapidly, then his eyes flew open and he uttered a bloodcurdling scream. "—and the locket, Master Regulus's locket. Kreacher did wrong, Kreacher failed in his orders!"
Without knowing the truth, Y/n stared ahead at him unable to restrain herself from asking the question she did not wish to answer.
It was evident just from her inquiry about the locket that his reaction caused her to go deeper. Taking a close look at the elf's eyes, she carefully asked. No one had said anything. Knowing that Kreacher would listen to Y/n more than the rest of them, she carefully asked.
"Kreacher, what happened here...when Regulus died?"
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a/n: HAPPY 2023, I know I'm posting this so late.
But I have been busy, but this is the moment everyone has been waiting for.
I will try to have the next chapter out soon, but I'm going to exam week.
I hope you have a wonderful 2023.
the letters are going to be more brought into the storyline. no one can tell me otherwise that the noble house of black children didn't all love writing letters even Sirius. I love writing regulus's storyline, and I'm going to try and do him justice, with canon things and not canon.
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