ScarletScribe
You know that moment, when a song finishes, but you're still left with the words and the instruments ringing in your mind? That's my favourite moment. Humans often take little things like that for granted, but
they can sometimes be the only things that keep us going. The lingering music reminds us that we are not alone.
But Regulus Black is. His only companion is the cloud of loneliness that hovers close by, until he finds the diary.
Some of us just need to write. It begins as an itch, then turns into an all-consuming ache. We are writers; we cannot eat or sleep until the words bleed onto the paper. And oh, how wonderful it is, when Tom Riddle listens and writes him back with unwavering acceptance.
How far will Regulus go to be recognised, and what happens when the twisted daydreams of love and friendship become reality and threaten to consume him? This is not a fairytale; it is a tale of obsession and death. After all, the snakes bite, and all the prettiest flowers are adorned with thorns.
This story is also on Archive of Our Own!
My name on there is also ScarletScribe 🩷
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, although there might be an OC somewhere. The Harry Potter universe is not mine, lol.