"I write her a letter
just a few short lines,
and suffer death
a thousand times."
Asteria O'Connor, sole heir of a prestigious wizarding family,
has other plans when the self-proclaimed Marauders decide to
torment her and her housemates.
It's abo...
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I quickly jump up from the disagreeable armchair and rush to the front door, calling a quick thank you over my shoulder at the house elf. I swing the door open and jump into the arms of a waiting boy. He stumbles backwards and falls to the ground due to the speed at which I throw myself at him. He lets out a light yelp as we hit the soft grass beneath us.
"Regulus Black you little shit, how I've missed you," my muffled voice says excitedly into his chest. "Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me you were coming over?" I swat at him. "I could've been more prepared."
He chuckles lightly and gets to his feet, helping me up after. It's then that I take in his appearance. He's grown, a lot. His shoulders are broader, jawline more defined and his height is around the same as mine, despite being a year younger. Although, I also notice the dark circles under his eyes and unnatural paleness of his skin.
I'll ask him about that later.
"Trust me, I've missed you too," Reg remarks as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into another embrace.
When Sirius parted ways with us, Reggie and I grew a lot closer, finding out more about each other because the dynamic between us had shifted. No longer was he the younger Black brother in the trio, but my equal – one of my few best friends. When he joined his first year at Hogwarts, I took him under my wing. I introduced him to Severus and we immediately became our own little Slytherin group.
I usher him inside and out of the crisp mid-August air. Mopsey rushes over and takes his coat, revealing a slender figure. I brush this off and instead remark on the purple jumper that I bought for him last Christmas. Before I can utter another word to my friend, I hear the sound of someone's throat being cleared and whip around, spotting my father at the base of the steps.
"Asteria, you never told me that we were expecting guests."
Immediately the childish grins are wiped from the both of our faces. I cringe slightly at the use of my full first name. Reg respectfully walks over to the stern looking man and bows slightly before shaking his hand.
"Mr. O'Connor, it's a pleasure to see you," he greets, all joy that was once in his voice replaced by a civil tone. "I'm terribly sorry for coming over without any warning."
Reg always understood the workings of parents, whether it was his own or others'. He would always be courteous and well mannered. When your family believe in the ideals of a certain dark wizard, you just accept it. I mean, what is there to do? You know your fate; following in their footsteps. Only very few decide to rebel.
Whether these few are braver or simply more foolish I still can't decide.
"Regulus, how are you parents?" asks Pierce O'Connor, ignoring the young boy's apology.
