Regulus Black Stories

Remember Regulus

Info - death of friend. Seer reader, time travel. Abusive parents

Dead, Regulus Black was dead. He hadn't needed to be. What he'd done would change the whole wizarding world and the only one who knew was me. Being Regulus's best and possibly only friend meant that I knew him well. I had loved him too, but the sentiment had felt so useless when we were on the precipice of war. Perhaps if I had told him, finally let him know, he wouldn't have let himself die.

When I hadn't heard from him in weeks during the summer I used my crystal ball to search. I was an extraordinary Seer, for I could also see the past and present if I knew someone well enough.

This is how I had watched in horror as Regulus had bravely done what he had. I watched hands pull him under. I'd puked when he'd become one of them, pure white and lifeless, only alerted if someone approached the cave. Regulus Arcturus Black deserve more than that, and if I had anything to do with it, he would get it.

This was why I was breaking into McGonagall's office with shaking fingers. I'd had to live that whole summer without the boy I loved before going back to school because I was a year below him. I'd been in torment, and insanely anxious, not knowing if this would even work. I had to be strong and smart and not make a single mistake.

I had no time to waste so I spun the time turner right in the Professors office. I was swirling back in time. I'd done the arithmetic over about a billion times over the summer, researching each movement with intensity.

"Who are you?" A young posh voice asked. I looked at him. He was adorable. His dark curls were short, he had a bloody mark on his cheekbone. He looked sullen, but interested in me.

"Why do you have that mark?" I asked him.

"Mummy hit me for asking if I could give Kreacher some soup, and Siri told me never ever to be nice to Kreach when they're around, but I like him." He rambled in the way children did. It made me wonder if I'd told him how I'd felt, if we would have created a little boy similar to him, but much better taken care of.

"Regulus is your name isn't it?" I asked him.

"Yes," he nodded. "Are you an angel? You're pretty enough to be one."

"No, I'm someone you will know later," I said.

"That makes no sense," he shook his head.

"Does magic always make sense?" I asked him knowledgeably, so glad in the moment that he was a Pureblood, that made this much easier.

"No, it doesn't," he shook his head.

"I just need you to remember one thing, when you go to Hogwarts, make friends with y/n y/l/n."

"Wait!" He said and scrambled to his desk. "Let me take a note, I like to take notes."

I recognized the studious boy who would grow into one of the best students Hogwarts had even seen. I spelled out everything he needed to know. I was about to leave when I turned to look at the small, definitely underweight, boy who looked lonely as he played himself in Wizard chess.

"Hey Regulus," I called. He looked up, he still had some brightness in his eyes, it would get dimmer come Hogwarts, but never completely wink out.

"If you ever learn what the word Horcrux means, tell y/n."

"Okay," he said pleasantly. I spun the time turner again. I walked out of McGonagall's office and bumped straight into a body.

"Hey you, I'm visiting, wanna have a picnic?" Regulus asked. My smile couldn't have been wider.