𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

The Beloved son

Regula Black is pacing in her study, the weight of the world on her shoulders. The flames from the fireplace flicker, casting shadows over the room, but her gaze is fixed on a small bassinet by her side. Inside lies Draco Amatus Black-Riddle, her newborn son, with Mattheo’s intense eyes and her delicate features. She brushes a strand of his soft, silver hair, whispering to him about the world he’s yet to face, promising that he will be safe, no matter the cost.

Mattheo Riddle enters the room, dark and brooding, yet his gaze softens when he sees Regula with their son. This child, Draco Amatus—Draco “beloved”—is the light in both of their lives, a symbol of something good born out of the chaos they’ve known. In each other’s arms, they find a fragile solace from the darkness looming around them.

But the happiness they share is short-lived.

In the following months, rumors start spreading about Regula's involvement with the Dark Lord’s cause and her growing disillusionment. Regulus has begun doubting everything, the world she grew up in, her family’s expectations, even her own loyalty. She spends countless hours poring over ancient tomes, desperate to find a way out, a way to protect her son and herself from the inescapable web Voldemort has spun around them.

Then, one stormy night, Regula vanishes without a trace.

When Mattheo realizes she is gone, the devastation is immediate and all-consuming. He tears through every magical source he knows, seeking answers, but there’s no sign of her. Days turn to weeks, then months, and Mattheo slips into a downward spiral, consumed by grief and madness. The man who was once feared and respected has become a shadow of himself, haunted by memories of his lost love and their child’s uncertain future.

In this state, Mattheo becomes increasingly unpredictable, until even his closest allies grow wary of him. With no one left to turn to, he’s forced to hand over Draco to the Malfoys, who see the boy as an opportunity—a rare prize they’ll shape to fit their ideals. Narcissa, in particular, sees in Draco the potential to continue the family’s bloodline and power. She takes the child into her care, renaming him Draco Lucius Malfoy and raising him as her own.

Yet, as Draco grows up in the Malfoy household, fragments of his past—whispers of Regula's voice, flashes of Mattheo's intense gaze—linger in his mind, like the memory of something just out of reach. There’s an ache in his soul, a longing for something he cannot name, but that he feels in every fiber of his being. This need for connection, this yearning for a family beyond what he knows, begins to shape him in ways he can’t explain.

One day, while exploring the dusty old library of Malfoy Manor, Draco stumbles upon a half-burned letter, hidden among the pages of an ancient book. It’s a letter from Regula, intended for Mattheo, speaking of love, sacrifice, and the promise she made to their son, her “beloved.” The words are faded, but the weight of them cuts deep into Draco’s heart, sparking a fire he never knew he had.

In that moment, Draco realizes that his past may be hidden, but it’s not lost.