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For a moment he wishes Sirius was there.
He closes his eyes, allowing him to accept it even as his lungs scream for him to continue fighting. He hurts…so much. It is overtaking him, drowning out the voices that continue to berate his mind. But he still cannot bring himself to fight back. His mind goes fuzzy, his consciousness beginning to lessen its hold on his body.
Yet, for a moment, he swears the pressure of the water leaves him. He swears that he is gasping for air and actually obtaining it. And, the thing that makes him fully realize that this is his mind’s last attempt to give him peace, is the mirage of his brother staring down at him, eyes widened in shock.
And just like that, Regulus finally loses consciousness.
Or…
A simple loophole ensures the survival of Regulus Black, and he is about to make it everyone’s problem.
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- Part 1 of Silver Spoons
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Regulus Black dies on a Tuesday.
Somewhere in the countryside of Italy, another man lives.
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- Part 1 of anti-hero(and anti-hero adjacent)verse
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In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.
Their best isn't perfect.
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“Are you trying to get killed, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, stalking forward. Quick as a serpent himself, he reaches out and grabs the snake just below the head. It thrashes in his grip, but is no longer able to bite anyone. “This is a poisonous snake, and I doubt anyone brought a bezoar with them.”
Harry glares. He opens his mouth, and feels the beginning the snake’s language pass his lips, and this isn’t what he wants, what’s the point of insulting Malfoy if he can’t understand him –
Malfoy’s eyes widen. He slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth, “Potter, what the hell–”
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A single wink at Malfoy Manor changes the course of the war.
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You seldom came across a person whose emotions were so complex in their strength that they overwhelmed your abilities. But the man that sat in front of you put them all to shame. The breathtaking grief that welled up inside Matt Murdock swirled in a vicious whirlpool full of rage, pain, fear, and above all, burning shame. The currents were so strong that you did not know how he wasn’t drowning in them. And at the center twisted a bottomless core of self-loathing wrapped in the razor wire of abandonment that felt all too familiar. And while you recognized that no human being should ever be left to suffer so completely – the way you had been all those years ago – the resistance you were met with time after time when you tried to extend him a lifeline left you terrified that you would fail him. But damned if you weren’t going to try.