Whatever happened to the young, young lovers

I’m not a dog!” he cries indignantly, but Barty has the upper hand here.

“Do you want me to tell Regulus you helped me or not?” he asks, and James barely hesitates before sitting at the table.

“I’m sat.”

Whatever happens, wherever we are, whoever we become, you will eternally be mine, and we will eternally be us.”

This wasn’t what he meant when he said wars are won through sacrifice."

“Oh shit, so you’re the smart brother”, Mary says, nodding once in approval, and Regulus likes her even more, especially as Sirius splutters indignantly and Regulus smiles sweetly at him, patting his cheek in mock consolation.

“Excuse me?” Sirius says indignantly. “I can’t believe you’d say that; the absolute betrayal I feel –“

“You’ll survive”, Regulus replies blandly

He hates them.

He wishes he were them.

He hates them.

wholeheartedly fuck Dumbledore.

There's no trace of James anywhere.

There's not even a note

Regulus would rather die than say something so Hufflepuff-like out loud, but he loves being in love

Because he was running from someone who didn't even know he had to chase him in the first place.

If this isn't a reason to hate living, he doesn't know what is.

Because he was running from someone who didn't even know he had to chase him in the first place