Dark Waters ~ Regulus Black

"But I always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me so I just prayed, and I keep praying and praying and praying"

[Marauders era] [Regulus Black x Female OC] [Enemies to Lovers]

A potter girl with a serpents tongue and a black heir with the blood of the said sacrificial lamb, both from the same house, yet both trek different paths. With the hum of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament looming in the frigid autumn air, a divergence, a prophecy, a spectacle, of ancient magic draped in opulant pageantry, beneath all the glitter of goblets and crowns, war whispers through the halls of Hogwarts. Voldemort is rising, and Blood oaths are binding whilst house commradery is breaking.

The House of Black rots from the inside as the Marauders are once no longer the boys that would once bask their days in the sun but instead apparitions of the past of what once was.

Regulus Black is marked with the ink of death and trapped between the frigid expectations of a dying house of a dying legacy and the ever-present sweltering heat of a future he never asked for.

Isabelle Potter on the other hand is an unextinguishble fire, rage wrapped in Slytherin green, too stubborn to kneel, and too persistent to run.

They were never meant to survive this war, nor were they meant survive each other and yet, as the Goblet of Fire chooses .

As the rise of Death Eaters ensue , as trust erodes, and the fragile line between love and loathing thins sharp like a razor's edge, Hogwarts becomes more than a battleground, it becomes a crucible, a playground for the damned

Where loyalty is cruelty and rage is holy, nothing burns brighter than ruin.