𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐍 | Regulus Black x Reader

XIX. Wands Raised

Time seemed to be warping and blurring together frenziedly; day and night pushed out of conscious thought, the passage of days folding together in one reel of memories in your head. The starless sky peered at you like an endless void, indicating that it had somehow already dipped into the corners of the darkest hours again.

Your heart gives a sharp twinge as you find your eyes locked to the tall figure standing at the head of the hall, face ashened, mournful cloak adorning his imposing figure like a blanket trimmed directly from the night sky. Harry lingered ways off from you as everyone stood with tense backs and squared shoulders.

You blink away the detachment tugging at your awareness as your ears seem to become full of cotton, keenly aware of the way your wand poked at your ribs from your robe pocket. Your former Potions Professor flickers his gaze around the swarms of students around you, and your chest almost collapses in on itself when you lock eyes with the stone-faced man. Snape's eyes widen ever so slightly, but he masks it with a sneer as he raises his eyes to look over your dismayed face.

Your mind immediately spins into overdrive as you grapple with your thoughts. That couldn't have been your imagination. He saw you, so why didn't he say anything?

A frown dances on your lips as you revisit your old sentiments about the man. You had always had your reservations about Harry's inimical attitude towards Snape (though he had them for good reason), and you were beginning to think that you were correct in your assumptions that the man's interests weren't exactly black and white.

Harry drifts through the rows of students and makes himself known, immediately pouring out all of his pent up fury towards the man. Snape's face does a funny thing as it shifts ever so slightly from suspicion to troubled.

The doors from behind you are tossed open, causing everyone to step back towards the walls as all heads dart to survey the intrusion. At the helm of the group, Kingsley Shacklebolt strides in with more assurance and conviction than you've seen in any of Dumbledore's followers since his death.

Stepping out from the belt of students, you unconsciously begin to reach out towards Regulus. The boy's eyes move through the crowd furiously until they lock onto your drifting figure, his shoulders immediately slacking as he extends his hand out to you.

A smile crawls up your face as you hurry out of the crowd and towards him, unbothered by the burning of eyes on your back as you do so. Once you grasp the boy's hand, he brings your hand up to his mouth to give it a faint kiss, shooting you a small wink as he tugs you closer to him.

The Order members hold their unwavering stances, faces etched with determination as they gaze at a frowning Snape. The man's eyes are still fixed on Harry, seemingly unperturbed by the arrival of the Order and the overt breach of security.

Harry grits his teeth as he practically snarls at the man, "Tell them how you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you, and killed him!" Your friend's chest heaves with every word, as if the recollection of the events was causing him physical pain.

You edge closer to Regulus as your eyes flicker between the two individuals. It was a stand-off that had been brewing for years, finally sizzling and tipping past the boiling point as your mind takes you back to your very first year at Hogwarts, painted with Snape's glares and Harry's innocent confusion. No longer was your friend inflicted by such adolescent hurt, now only rage and fatigue shrouding from his body.

It happens in a flash, you nearly miss it as you blink—Snape draws back and points his wand at Harry, eliciting choked gasps as the crowd of students split further apart in shock. Regulus steps in front of you instinctually, and if the situation were not escalating to such a degree, you would have found it funny that he jumped in front of you despite having no weapon or wand.