Defiance: Regulus Black x OC

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Ummm smut warning

One more step closer to ending the war. Truly ending it. I however, have no idea where to begin. Who to trust. 

Dumbledore explained he will check the castle for anymore things that may be a horcrux. So far we had the snake and the locket. Who knows what else is a possibility, we aren't even sure how many there are. Something inside me feels it though, I can feel the power that still runs from that man, as if we are one and the same. There has to be at least 4 more. At minimum, his power has barley depleted. He still remains all powerful. Truly I do not see an end. I don't see freedom for us all. I see nothing. It has been weeks since the locket broke. Weeks of jumping from one safe house to the next hoping, even praying, to not be noticed. To never be found. 

The current place we call home resides somewhere in England. Far from main cities, not in the wizarding world, in the mortal lands that reside in the same. I always wondered how it works, that whole worlds reside at our feet. In this same spot there could be a mansion, a castle or even a sideways home. I think of it like pockets. Pockets of different realms hidden inside one realm, hidden amongst the ordinary. 

The safe house is small on the outside, however once indoors is bigger than Malfoy manor. I am surprised they have not found it and even more gracious they allowed two former death eaters among them. I forced myself into a mirror along our room noticing myself. The weight that left my body, the collar bones now able to be seen. The fragile state of my hands. I need to train more. I need to fight more. Not all fights are magic, some are hand to hand, and I have no idea where to begin on that world. My legs that would once fill the jeans I am wearing now barley hold the material to them. The material stands at the edges, wrinkled and loose. 

I met soft grey eyes behind me admiring me in the mirror. Admiring may be the wrong word, he looked as if he might sob standing there noticing for the first time how fragile I have truly become. He looked down as I met his gaze, trying to make things seem normal. Nothing normal has happened to us and we have yet a moment to understand and take it all in. To feel the pain and loss we have both gone through. 

Sirius and Killian, reside in a room connected by a door to ours. Things have been working between all of us. Barley. But working. Killian still makes me exercise, though I have no weight to turn into muscle. I forced my gaze away from my skin turning towards him. The beautiful soul who was once a joy. Who once felt happiness and life. Now stood empty in his black suit staring at the floor. His hair unkempt covering his eyes though I can tell he is glancing through his eyebrows at me every moment. I reached a hand our, feeling the softness of his empty face. Almost as empty as mine. Feeling the one true thing able to keep me going, keep me alive when my heart is barley beating. 

I stepped in inch closer attempting to close the gap between our hearts. Attempting to make things normal, even if only for a moment. 

"Bella." He murmured. "Please eat, next time we have dinner." 

I smiled softly as I too met the floor. I do eat, every night. And then every night I awoken by the same nightmare. Forcing myself up to dispose of everything I ate in the toilet. Throwing every last drop up before nothing else remains. He never awakens to it. He never knows it happens. I stay as silent as I can. He has far too much to already endure. 

"Yes, my love." I smiled softly through the teeth beginning to get fragile in the back of my mouth. 

He reached his hand towards my face before finally meeting my eyes. He slowly traced it down my cheek, feeling ever callous that resides along his finger tips. Feeling every grain of skin that could make contact with mine. I felt myself weaken at the touch, weaken at the hope of joy. He slowly traced those fingers along my collar bones, dipping into every indent that lives in between them. He never once moved his eyes from mine as he slowly moved his hand along my shirt towards the hem. He moved his hand deeper into the shirt before making contact with my skin once again. Wrapping it around my waist. 

Still holding contact. 

I slowly parted my lips, making room for him to become one with them. He noticed the small gesture before leaning forward and before I knew it the world had disappeared around me. He pulled on my back slightly before my chest came into contact with his and there we stood. Slowly I felt his tongue graze my lips forcing them to part before wrapping among my own. I felt my feet slowly leave the ground and his pulled me up towards him, wrapping my own legs along his torso, which also lacked weight as mine. 

He took small steps back before sitting along the bed as I sit in his lap, not even leaving for a gasp of air. I felt my body turn before I lay with my head on the bed and him towering over me slowly pulling my shirt over my head. 

"Is this okay?" He slowly asked. I couldn't speak, all I could feel is the fire burning in me begging for him, wanting him. Like we were meant to be together from the beginning. From the moment I saw him at Hogwarts. I nodded my head softly, biting my lip as I pulled at his own shirt. He slowly pulled that over his head before I cold really take in what he endured. Scars lay along his stomach, as if ropes bounded him for years on end. "The cruciatus curse." He softly whispered, "if used too much leaves true damage." I felt tears well in my eyes realizing for the first time as I was locked away he had to suffer as well. I pushed him until he laid along his back on the bed. I slowly looked up at him before softly kissing him once again leaving his lips to kiss every scar that resided on his body. Every mark that was true pain for him in attempt to replace it with every star in the sky. 

I heard soft moans slowly leave his lips the closer I got to his pants. Slowly I glanced up at him before undoing the belt and pulling it down off him, pulling everything along with it. Him becoming vulnerable to me. He didn't move an inch as I slowly leaned back up kissing along his hips before making my way down and down. I slowly put him in my mouth savoring every part of him. For once truly enjoying this moment.  

"Bella." He softly whispered along the room before I stopped to stand ripping off my jeans, he too sat up before grabbing me the pinning me against the wall. Rabid with emotion. He held my hands above my head forcing his tongue in my mouth this time. We both stood there, naked, and desperate fore each other. He slowly moved his hands to my ass lifting me against the wall before pulling away. Once again I nodded before feeling him inside of me. My head hitting the wall, but this time, this time I wanted it as did he. We both became one on that wall open in that room.