Regulus stood in front of the family tapestry, eyes staring a minute longer— more than he should at the burned portrait of Sirius.

The black and burned mark around his face stared back at him as if mocking— Humiliating him in ways his family hasn't even dared try.

Speaking his name, even a mere

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𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏.