GRIMMAULD PLACE
1975
Regulus Black awoke with a strangled gasp. Sitting up on a startling familiar four-poster bed, he immediately vomits up what feels like gallons of water from his stomach and lungs. But when he scans the room he finds that emerald and green drapes covered the walls and windows, filled with dark decor that mirrored his bedroom. Images of the cave and Inferi flashed through his mind. It couldn't have been a dream, not when he could feel the phantom pain of the potion burning in his throat. Not when he could still feel the touch of the Inferi's withered hands on his skin, and can see the evidence in the form of a mixture of water and stomach contents. But it surely couldn't explain why he was back at Grimmauld Place and not dead. He certainly should be dead after having been subjected to a dark potion, his flesh torn apart, and drowning. Yes, he should not be alive. And if this were somehow true, Regulus was sure it would only be a matter of time before the Dark Lord found out and tortured him to death.
'How lovely.' He thought.
He looks down and realizes that his hands are covered in scratches so he stumbles to his bedroom mirror and sees 4 semi-deep scratches running across his lips. And when he slowly unbuttons his shirt, he watches as more and more claw marks and bite marks appear as more skin is revealed, and he almost throws up again.
90% of his chest and torso was covered in marks.
In a panicked daze, Regulus called his house-elf. "Kreacher, what...what happened," Regulus said breathlessly. "Why did you bring me back? I told you to leave me and go." alarm filled his voice and Kreacher's old eyes widened in concern.
"Is the good Master Regulus feeling alright?" the house-elf said worriedly.
"No, I'm not feeling alright!" he snapped. "The locket, have you destroyed it? Where is it?"
"Kreacher does not know of any locket." Then his eyes brimmed with tears. "Oh, Kreacher disappointed the good Master Regulus," he muttered worriedly. "Bad Kreacher, bad Kreacher!" He hit his head with his fists.
Regret flooded through Regulus, and he grabbed Kreacher's arms to stop him. He sighed, "I'm sorry Kreacher, I didn't mean to snap at you. But you do have it, yes?" he said slowly. Kreacher shook his head.
"What do you mean you don't have it?" panic crept into his voice. "We went to the cave, don't you remember?" Kreacher shook his head again looking even more concerned. "No master."
It was when Regulus turned to face Kreacher that he realized he was wet and bleeding. Then he saw the marks.
"MASTER REGULUS!! Oh what has happened to my good master!?" He screeched. "Kreacher must be telling The Mistress abouts the good Master needing medicines!"
Regulus flinches. "Mistress...? NO! No Kreacher, do not bother my mother with this."
Kreatcher looked conflicted. "But... the good Master Regulus is bleeding!" Then he noticed the vomit. " And he has thrown up! Yous is very unwell Master Regulus!" He said with tears In his eyes.
"At least lets Kreacher tell your's father Master Orian."
Regulus's breath caught. He snapped his head over to Kreacher and whispered. "...what? Kreacher... My father is dead. He died over a year ago! What are you talking about!?" His breath was getting shallower and he felt like the world flipped on its axis. He realized that Kreacher said something but heard nothing as his lips moved. All he could think about was his father, laying on that bed looking like death.
He didn't know what was wrong, and nothing was out of place, but something just felt off about this. He could feel the magic in the air, he could practically see it. It flowed quickly in a way it hadn't in a long time, not since his family was together.
He snapped out of his trance by yelling downstairs, a disruption in the usual silent house. He rebuttoned his shirt and performed a simple drying charm before he cautiously crept out of his bedroom with his wand gripped tightly in hand.
"Master Regulus, what-" He shushed Kreacher as he pushed past his bedroom door.
As he got closer, he recognized the screeching voice of his mother and another that sounded eerily like Sirius. His father's death had been the breaking point of his mother's sanity, so he had no idea how she was yelling and was not bedridden. (He refuses to think about what Kreacher said. Not right now) As for the latter voice, Regulus knew his brother would never voluntarily step foot in this house again
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Regulus Black's Journey Through Time
Fanfiction(Summary and title may change) When Regulus black drowned in that cave, feeling his body being torn apart by hundreds of rotting hands and the burning effect of that awful potion, he never expected he would wake up in his bed after taking what he t...
