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Chapter 1: Cold

Regulus walked down the winding path, the gentle breath of spring weaving through the trees. Spring was his favorite season, a time when the world seemed to come alive in vibrant colors and fragrant blossoms. Yet, despite the warmth of the day, an inexplicable chill settled over him. The sun was bright, and the air was sweet, but he felt a persistent cold, as though an icy draft had settled into his very bones. It was not the weather that caused it; perhaps it was something deeper, a frost that had taken hold of his heart.

His thoughts were interrupted by the soft fluttering of wings. His owl, Smokey, swooped down gracefully and dropped two letters at Regulus's feet. Regulus bent to retrieve them, his fingers brushing the cool parchment. The first letter was familiar—a Hogwarts letter, detailing the upcoming term and the usual pleasantries of school life.

But it was the second letter that caught his attention. He unfolded it with a sense of mounting curiosity. The contents were both unexpected and bewildering. It announced that there would be a special sorting ceremony, with a select group of students being resorted into different houses. Regulus's name was second on the list of twenty, a fact that made his heart skip a beat. What could this mean? The idea of being re-sorted was both intriguing and unsettling.

The letter contained one more surprising piece of information: Regulus had been moved up a year. The words seemed to dance on the page, their implications settling over him like a dense fog. He had always been a diligent student, but this was a development he hadn’t anticipated. It was both a privilege and a challenge, an opportunity that came with its own set of uncertainties.

As he stood there, clutching the letters, the warmth of spring seemed distant. The cold within him felt more pronounced, a stark contrast to the vibrant season around him. The news was both thrilling and disconcerting, adding a layer of complexity to the already tumultuous emotions he grappled with.

The path before him, once a symbol of serene beauty, now seemed to stretch out into the unknown. With the letters clutched tightly in his hands, Regulus took a deep breath, trying to steady himself against the encroaching cold. He knew that the coming days would bring new challenges and revelations, and that his journey was far from ordinary.

As he began his walk back to the castle, the crisp spring air did little to chase away the chill that had settled over him. The anticipation of the changes to come mingled with the unease that had taken root in his heart. Regulus was on the cusp of a new chapter, and though the path was uncertain, he felt a resolute determination to face whatever lay ahead.