September 5, 1975
Dear Journal,
I was in the library today and I was looking for a book about charms. I couldn't find what I was looking for and I had searched basically the entire library so I had gone to the backshelves to try and find something. When I went to the back, I saw Regulus. He was standing in the corner, leaning back against a bookshelf, and his face was in his hands.
I really wanted to go up to him. I wanted to ask him if he was okay. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I hid behind the shelf over and watched him from a gap between two books.
He had rolled up his sleeves. His arms... oh my Godric, his arms. They were covered. They were a deep purple. And I couldn't look away because they were still pretty. But he looked like he was in so much pain. And when he bent over and winced... I can't imagine what his back looked like.
I wanted so badly to talk to him, to comfort him. But I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. I tore my eyes away and left.
I thought my heart had broken when he stopped talking to me. But that didn't compare in the slightest to how I felt when I realized why there were so many bruises on his arms.
Estella Flint <3
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Fanfiction"I would much rather go in there alone than run the risk of bringing you into that hell!" "Regulus, please." Pleading was the only thing I could do. But I knew he had already made up his mind.
