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𝕯umbledore sits silently in the arm chair of his office, weary blue eyes locked on the stoic veela, comprehending the information just revealed to him.
He couldn't deny they were a miraculous team, especially for their age, they had gone through so much yet still pushed on through with best interests in their hearts. Of course, he had suspected his previous student to go to the diabolical and sinful lengths of immortality, he just hadn't had it confirmed or thought of much depth to it as of yet. They had just confirmed those theories.
Horcruxes.
"Kreacher had to drink the Drink of Despair in order for Tom to place the locket into the basin?" He hums, Regulus nodding his head wordlessly remembering specifically what his house elf had managed to tell him without going against orders or needing to punish himself.
It had taken him a little while to work his way around house elf bound magic in order to help his young master after Bellatrix had volunteered him herself insisting it was an honourable task for him.
Regulus had immensely disagreed, he had a soft spot for the house elf, besides Sirius and Andromeda before she left, he had been the only one to look after him like a parent should. He played, he cooked, he cleaned, he kept him company when he needed it. And he gets rewarded by being tortured by a potion effects?
"The potion indices fear, delirium, intense stomach pain and extreme thirst in the drinker, hence forcing the drinker to go to the water for a drink — we think there's inferi there waiting" I spoke up slowly, startling the elder wizard, his complexion paling considerably, processing what I was getting at. Inferi there to drown people trying to steal the locket, it would be an inevitable death.
Remus breathes shallowly, eyes half lidded as he looks down to his baby laying on his chest, dipping in and out of sleep with her head tucked into his neck. She'd waddled up to Kreacher herself, laying her hand on his cheek with a smile, confusing him. Of course, he'd muttered about her dirty blood, half breed of both werewolf and veela, though did awkwardly pat her head when Regulus informed him she was just being kind.
He thinks of the future, and how she may be shocked she's visited the castle before she's even received her letter at eleven, how she's already existed between the magical walls that changed his life. The place he'd met, kissed, fell deeply in love and somewhat proposed to her mum — all in these castle's walls. The conversation the others were talking about patters like rain in his ears, too distracted to be thinking of that right now, he trusts them to do what they need to do.
His eyes snapped open when a smooth hand ran through his hair, easily pushing it back off his forehead. He's not exactly sure when he'd drifted off to sleep, but no one else seemed to be in Dumbledore's office anymore except the three of them. A fuzziness buzzes in his stomach, leaning into her touch when she kisses his forehead, murmuring,
"Let's get you home"
"No" He breathes, my eyebrows furrowing as he blinks for a few moments, meeting my gaze with a haze of longing and yearning icing over his, "No, I want — I just — hm"
