belladonna | marauders imagines

Regulus | Melodies

Very early in life, Y/N's mother told her to find something to rely on. It's the only clear memory you had of your childhood — your mother knitting, a soft smile on her face while she said some priceless words of wisdom.

When you got your letter to Hogwarts and were told magic existed, you were surprised. When you read the entire letter and realized you were a witch, and that you could do magic — you were even more surprised.

On your train to Hogwarts, you thought of everything you left behind. Most importantly, you thought of your piano.

You loved playing the piano, and all of your fondest memories had that musical instrument in there somewhere. It was the only constant in your life. Even without realizing, music had become something to rely on. You hoped the school had a piano somewhere, because the thought of spending a lot of months in a new place with no melody for company was a thought you didn't want to have.

But all in all, Hogwarts didn't turn out to be so bad. You found some really cool friends. The marauders accepted you with open arms and even though they were in the second year, they always found ways of talking with you. The magic part was pretty awesome too.

The castle didn't have a piano, or not one you could find, but you didn't let that get you down. You were determined to make your new life happy.

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Fast forward four years later to you waking up feeling — hey, this is a good day. And it was a good day, because it's when you met Regulus Black.

"Holy fuck, I'm so sorry," you collided with someone who resembled an angry duck.

"Ugh, disgusting. Absolutely disgusting." Evan Rosier rubbed random parts of his robes while his dark-haired friend watched the scene with amusement.

"Aren't you a ray of sunshine," you replied with fake politeness.

"She keeps talking to me," Evan said to the boy, like you had just shown him your personal collection of worms.

You knew some Slytherins were huge fans of blood purity, so his pretense of superiority didn't surprise you, but it was still annoying.

"Be nice," the boy said, after throwing you an apologetic glance.

You glared at them both, and walked off. After three steps, you thought hey, fuck him and turned around.

"Rosier, for someone who doesn't like muggle-borns, you sure stare at me a lot, you absolute toerag." You yelled for the whole hallway to hear.

He blushed all shades of red while the boy beside him laughed openly. Rosier pushed away from him and rose his wand, but you were just as fast.

The scene went from funny to dark in just a matter of seconds as the wands pointed at each other.

The boy was about jump in when McGonagall came out of nowhere.

"ROSIER, I SAW THAT!" She yelled, and he lowered his wand with a wince. "COME WITH ME THIS INSTANCE!"

You were disappointed. Frankly, you wanted to see how far he'd go. You sighed and walked away from the mess, and Evan's friend was by your side.

"I'm going to breakfast." You said pointedly. He shrugged.

"So am I," he replied casually. You didn't know why but you were curious about him. He was obviously nicer than Rosier but why did he hang out with him at all?

"Can I ask you something?" You asked slowly.

"If you have to."

"Why do all of you hate us? The muggle-borns, I mean." You tried to sound casual too, but he instantly looked like you accused him of murder.