― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢." 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝. "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑." 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. "𝚂𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝙸."

-Nos prometimos ser felices en nuestras próximas vidas pero decidí no esperar a la próxima, en esta vida, siempre voy a amarte. Lo haré. FINALIZADA :)

La era de los Merodeadores, de enemigos a amantes, LARGA y dolorosa. -«¿Existe otra vida? ¿Me despertaré y descubriré que todo esto ha sido un sueño? Tiene que haberla, no podemos haber sido creados para este tipo de sufrimiento». - «¿Quizás en la próxima vida tengamos más tiempo?». Frunció el ceño; no tenía la paciencia suficiente para esperar a la próxima vida. Lo quería en esta vida. Traducción Autorizada por : @izzyal

Since the time she was a young girl, Éponine Rosier has learned the importance of marrying a respectable pureblood and not trusted to make the decision on her own, she finds herself arranged in a marriage with a boy she hardly knows. Throughout her childhood, she's had very limited interactions with the boy by the name of Regulus Black, despite being in the same year and the same House as him. Éponine is the type of person that enjoys the quiet company of herself, filling her time with reading or horseback riding on her family's land and Regulus has been known to never go out of his way to be social. Fearful that the marriage will later on result in nothing but failure, the parents of the teens decide to force the interaction between the two. Éponine finds herself at Twelve Grimmauld Place the summer before she is to start her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, away from her family and home. Initially, their introduction is awkward, full of long bouts of silence and the avoidance of eye contact. They are nothing more than strangers. Yet, as time passes, words are exchanged, memories are created and shared. A love emerges between the two that was meant to be unbreakable. A love story meant for the books to be passed along for generations, however, it takes a tragic turn as the young lives are forced to face the darkness that wants to consume them whole. Cover @ -voidlegends