June 25, 1976
Dear Journal,
I don't think Regulus wants to go home. I saw him four times today and both times he looked terrible. The bags under his eyes were dark, his hair was all tousled, and he skin was even paler than usual. I wish I could tell him that he could just stay at my house. But I know that whoever he's trying to escape, they'd be able to find him easily at my house.
Estella Flint <3
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Meet Me at the Graveyard
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.
