"If you ever need me, I'll be at the Potter's." These were the words that kept on rolling around Regulus' head. His brother's last words before he left the house, bloodied and bruised. He didn't blame him of course. It must've been hell living as the only lion in a snake's den. To add to that, the constant torture from Walburga's wand (he never called her mother in his mind). But sometimes he wished that he hadn't declined the offer to run away with Sirius. Afterall, they were brothers. But Regulus has a plan, to bring Voldemort down from inside. And it would've worked too, if his best friend hadn't barged into that cave, with a few...well, time travellers. If there was one thing Regulus hated, it was when his plans suddenly changed. And that's what happens when he's suddenly on the track to defeat Dark Shadows, with his insufferable brother tagging along. Regulus soon learns that some things are meant to happen, and some people are just more that what others expect of them, like him. A Harry Potter Fanfiction Note: this doesn't stick to the canon storyline

What happens when the golden trio go back in time? More specifically the Marauders time. What happens when they find out someone existed that he didn't know existed. Secrets are unraveled and shocking new revealed. Find out those secrets reading 'The Slytherin Heir' Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters except for Elizabeth. All other characters and settings belong to J.K. Rowling the original author. And everything else belongs to its rightfully to its original owner. And this is my first book so it's obviously cringe, so yeah just don't read it. (Edited) (Regulus Black x OC) (Not a slow burn) (Will eventually be re-written)

| slowburn | eventual romance | eventual smut | enemies to lovers | angst | Politics | OC Femme character | Regulus Black, the hedonistic, violent, crowned prince of the Black family. As Voldemort's budding war general, he lives a mostly tolerable life of inflicting pain on those that seek to undermine the cause. The one thing he could do without, watching everyone he loves face the repercussions. Callan Rawe, a lovely face, a will for revenge and not much else to her name. Lurker of the shadows and political spy for the next minister of magic, she is thrust into a world she does not belong in and is reminded of that fact often. Her affliction, having been born a muggle, and there is no cure. Unless, there is. Regulus Black suddenly finds himself quite determined to find it. Enemies - Lovers - enemies - lovers 18+

(BOOK 1) Althea Layla Nott stands apart from her family with her gentle heart, unwavering belief in equality, and fierce loyalty to her friends. Regulus Arcturus Black, burdened with the weight of being the Black heir, once shared an unbreakable bond with Althea. Now, they've become strangers, separated by walls Regulus has built around himself. Althea longs to restore their friendship, but the looming war forces them onto opposing sides, compelling them to make choices that will alter their lives forever. In a world where loyalty is tested and alliances shift, Althea and Regulus must navigate their way through treacherous waters, their decisions echoing the promise of either reconciliation or further division. "I look at his dark gaze, aching to lean closer and let our souls touch but it isn't that easy. This one kiss would change everything. We were friends once, then we were nothing, and, now here we stand, on the verge of risking it all. He gives me no time to register his action as he leans closer. I close my eyes and wait to feel his lips against mine but it never happens, instead, he bends his head slightly and plants his lips on my collarbone. I gasp and throw my head back as his lips linger there, the featherlike kiss causes a warm and tingly feeling in my stomach. My mind goes blank, all those thoughts screaming at me to run a moment ago vanished and all I could think about was his soft lips. His other hands join in on my waist and tug me closer, our chest touching as another gasp leaves my mouth. He pulls back and almost immediately I ache for the way his warm lips felt against my skin. Without missing another beat he kisses me again, a little higher this time, and continues planting kisses along my neck, then on my jaw, and planting a last kiss on my lips, barely touching them."

At the heart of Hogwarts, a sharp-witted Ravenclaw witch, born into a whirlwind of laughter, books, and endearing chaos, crosses paths with a brooding Slytherin wizard whose every move is shaped by the rigid expectations of a cold, pure-blood supremacist lineage. Where her world is color and curiosity, his is shadows and silence-yet something in her defiance of order, her refusal to judge, begins to crack the polished mask he's worn for years. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, their unlikely connection becomes both a sanctuary and a spark, threatening to upend everything they were raised to believe.

[COMPLETED] REIA LUPIN IS A SLYTHERIN. But her House does not define her. * Her name fell from his lips; the sweet, smooth sound carried away by the wind. But she did not turn to him. She stared, into the distance, her eyes stormy as she said, "The Dark Lord has Risen." And yet even with these grim words, he did not see fear. He saw Reia Hope Lupin. She stood against the horizon. And she did not bow down--not even to the world. The world...it seemed...bowed down to her. RANKINGS: #1 in regulusblack [1/07/2018] #1 in maraudersera [10/04/2019] #1 in golden trio [13/08/2019] #3 in jamespotter [1/07/2018] #14 in siriusblack [13/11/2018] * Disclaimer: The Harry Potter World belongs to J.K. Rowling.

history hates lovers / is having no reason to stay a reason to go? #1 in hpuniverse (2025)

if he's as bad as they say, then i guess i'm cursed ⌗.𖥔 ݁ ˖

a witch, a girl magic can't touch, and a war neither of them was invited to -𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀© (Sirius Black x femOC; Regulus Black x femOC; very slow burn for both) (marauders era; post hogwarts)

"For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood." ― Euripides, Medea marauders era rab x oc