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The Noble and Most Ancient
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Ongoing, First published Jan 12
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Before Sirius and Regulus, before the Black sisters and the disownments, before Orion and Walburga or even the shadowed halls of Grimmauld Place, there was only a boy and how far he would go to protect his family. 

Louis Noire is a penniless orphan, with nothing but his wit and almost incapable of using his own magic. 

Licorus Black is the prodigious heir, the last bulwark of hope for the almost extinguished and faltering House of Black. 

They are the same man - and yet they are not. What happened between these two names, these two identities?

This is the untold story of how the Black Family as we know it came to be: with a lie.
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"Some stars burn bright. Others are swallowed by the dark. But what happens to the ones caught in between?" ---------------------⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆------------------------ Regulus Black was always meant for the shadows-the perfect son, the heir to a family built on blood and power. Ophelia Potter was never meant to chase ghosts-but she has never been good at letting go. Once, they were friends. Once, they promised forever. But war has a way of breaking things-and people. Now, Regulus walks a dangerous line between duty and conscience, and Ophelia stands on the other side, watching the cracks form. She shouldn't care. She swore she wouldn't. But when you spend years loving something, it's impossible not to notice when it begins to fall apart. And Regulus Black is unraveling. Slowly. Quietly. Like silver bleeding into the night. ִׄ ˚ • 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⭑ ₊ ⭒ *ೃ༄