{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟱} There are some stories that are told, but some others are just meant to be buried away. We have all heard the heroic story of Regulus Black; a Pureblood wizard who joined the Dark Lord at a young age, only to see the darkness within. So he finds one of his Horcruxes and sacrifices himself in hopes of destroying it. Or at least, this is just a small part of a story which we've never been told before; a tale that other than Regulus, only a girl named Alexandra Starling could've known.

The Avery family were one of the few truly pureblood wizarding families left in society. They took pride in a long line of thoroughly talented witches and wizards who all bore the proud status as not only pureblood, but also Slytherins. Lucas Avery was perhaps the most prominent Avery. The boy who befriended Tom Riddle and was part of the Slug Club during his time at Hogwarts. One of the first Death Eaters, he showed tremendous loyalty towards his friend and master Lord Voldemort during his first rise to power. Not only was Lucas active in his duties, he also raised two children to carry his respect into the next generation. One of his children did this with great dignity and honour... Whilst the other did not. Esmeralda (Esme) Avery never truly fit in anywhere. No matter how hard she tried. This case of isolation is perhaps what led Esme to rebel so fearlessly against what was expected against her. Then, in her sixth year at Hogwarts, she did something extraordinary. Not only was this one last desperate escape from the traumatic woes facing her at home, it also cemented her future. One fateful evening would lead Esme not only on a path of discovery but also fear and heartache. Are there any other kind of stories during Voldemort's first rise to power?

Esmeralda Avery looked up at the gloomy Parisian sky above her. The grey clouds swirled in endless circles, releasing rain that slowly pattered onto her cheeks. It had been twelve long years since she had set foot in England. Twelve long years since Lord Voldemort had died. She had felt an unimaginable weight lifted from her shoulders - the young woman had finally found true peace. "You're home?" The brunette turned to see none-other than the raven-haired Regulus Black stood on the stone step leading up to their quaint, cream home. "It's been a while." A small smile emerged on his face and he adjusted the newspaper he had tucked under his arm. "I'm not saying I missed you." Esme laughed lightly, "But I did note your absence, and I wasn't happy about it." "Missed you too." He wrapped his arms around her tightly. Little did the reunited couple know, but a newspaper was soon to arrive on their doorstep, which would torpedo them back into the wizarding war they had so desperately tried to escape over a decade ago. Their worst fears had come true - the years of suffering they went through to escape the Dark Lord were all in vain, as he had returned. Except now there was a teenage boy that could be their key to ending Lord Voldemort once and for all. Esme and Regulus weren't done saving lives yet. (Sequel to Hiraeth)

**CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS TO HEAVILY EDITING. STORY IS COMPLETE WITH 65+ UNPUBLISHED CHAPTERS** "... I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, And the fact you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, Not even close... Not even a little bit... Not even at all." PREVIOUSLY CALLED CONSTELLATIONS #1 in pureblood (sept. 2020) #1 in ravenclaw (sept. 2020) #6 in regulusblack (sept. 2020)

*on hold until my other story is finished* •au where regulus is still alive in 1981• stockholm syndrome : a condition in which hostages develop an intimate connection or bond with their captors *contains mature themes such as sexual content, violence, being kidnapped, bad language etc* regulus x oc

❝ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 '𝘙.𝘈.𝘉.'. "𝘞𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦." 𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘸. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴." ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ↳ In which Eloise Potter shows her nephew memories of the late love of her life. MY FIRST FF, SO DONT BE SURPRISED THAT IT IS VERY CRINGY & BADLY WRITTEN! #1 in #regulusblack (9/24/20) #1 in #potter (10/27/20) #1 in #moony (12/19/20) #1 in #blackfamily (1/1/21) #1 in #hogwarts (7/25/22) #2 in #wizardingworld (6/10/21) #7 in #hp (10/12/21) #7 in #jamespotter (7/25/22) #8 in #harrypotter (4/26/21) #11 in #siriusblack (1/6/22)

the sun and sea were just beings waiting to die out ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE CREATOR OF HARRY POTTER, EVEN IF I DO NOT SUPPORT JK ROWLING IN ANY WAY. I DO, HOWEVER OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

" Regulus stops his walk down the hall to turn around and face her, fidgeting with the skin around his fingernails. He swipes his tongue over his bottom row of his teeth as he thinks. "Is the Black name everything you hoped it to be? Are we as noble as they say?" He asks after a moment of silence. Adeline let out a breath, listening to the question replay in her head over and over before she responded. "I've barely been given a chance to truly find out." The two stood a several feet away from each other for a few seconds in silence. Both mysteries to each other, both intriguing in ways neither could explain. " - In the turn of the 19th century, in the heat of The First Wizarding War, in Southeast London, lay a town called Alnwick Grove. Adeline Desford- aspiring writer and daughter of wealthy wizarding entrepreneur- in a series of accidental events, meets Regulus Black. The forgotten son of the mysterious Black family. Refusing to let this opportunity pass her by, Adeline finds it best to get as close to the boy as possible for a chance to unravel his secrets and earn a column in The Daily Prophet. But what she didn't realize was just how dangerous getting close to Regulus Black really was. ©INSLAYTIABLE OCTOBER 2022

The sun watched Phoibe Evadine by day but at nightfall the moon learnt all of her secrets. And the one she was so desperate to keep was Regulus Black. Somehow he was the space between her fingers but also the name that fell from her lips in distain, swept away by the wind. She wasn't sure whether love or hate came first and she did not know which would remain in the end.

They have fallen into hate with each other, racing to to be the very best Hogwarts has to offer. Everything is a competition, and both Annalise Prescott and Regulus Black are eager to win. ||Regulus Black x OC||