hiraeth
in British English
(ˈhɪəraɪθ IPA Pronunciation Guide )
NOUN
a nostalgic longing for a place which can never be revisited
In which we watch the life of two wizards reincarnated as hero's
Starfire x Dick Grayson
Wally West x (Male) Artemis
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The screen was black as voices rose up.
[V/O]: Regulus Black and Dorcas Meadows were a lovely pair. Their friendship was perfect. They were like two peas in a pod; one didn't do anything without the other.
Kori smiled nostalgically at Wally, who rolled his eyes halfheartedly. Though they still acted like this, there was no doubt about it that their bond was different in their first life. When they were Dorcas and Regulus, it was just them and their friends against the whole world. Yet now? They have family, people who care about them, and people who love them.
Though they're still depend on one another, it wasn't as bad.
And oh, how they loved it.
[V/O]: They depended on each other, attached like a person is to a shirt. Yet there were 2 times when they said goodbye, and oh, how it hurt every single time.
Hogwarts 1977
The screen lights up, showing a determined Regulus as he quickly walked through the halls of Hogwarts. His mind was everywhere as he stopped in front of a door.
"Oh my," Apollo fanned himself dramatically. "You look gorgeous with raven hair, my Icarus."
Wally blushed, rolling his eyes, shaking his head. "Stop being such a flirt dumbass."
" Lemon drops, the boy mumbled quickly as the door opened. Inviting himself in, he stopped in front of a desk where headmaster Dumbledore sat.
"Good evening, Mr. Black." Dumbldore said politely. "Please take a seat."
"No thank you, professor."
"Is there anything you need from me, my boy?" Regulus paused, ignoring the need to scratch the itch in his arm. "I... need your help."
Dumbldore leaned back, insinuating that Regulus should continue making the bow swallow the spit in the back of his throat. "My mother... wants me to take the dark mark."
The older man sat in silence. "And I can assume you do not wish to?"
"No professor.." Regulus held his tongue to keep himself from shouting as the itch on his forearm was starting to get harder to ignore. "My brother has already left. Leaving me to be heir. I cannot leave. So please, all I ask is for assistance-"
"What could I ever do for you, Mr. Black?"
"What?"
Dumbldore's supporters sat in shock at the man's words, but no one was more shocked than Sirius. Sirius, who didn't know his brother, tried to get out. Sirius, who didn't know his brother wanted help—something that he could've given him?
Dumdbledore sat calmly as he stared at the boy. "You are right. You are an heir now, and as an heir until you are of legal age, you are under your parents care."
