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"Art Is Meant To Comfort The Disturbed & Disturb The Comfortable."

A Pair Of Friends Writing Dark Stories To Post For Viewing/Reading Desire. Sensitive Themes & Triggering Topics May Occur. You Have Been Warned. 18+

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A quaint place where people lived- undisturbed by the chaos the Death Eaters were creating.

It was.. nice. And some small part of it had Regulus wishing he could stay longer. 57/? (End for now.)
April 30, 2025 at 2:45 AM
He had spent these past few days, sneaking around Godrics Hollow in the shadows, There was something.. calming and almost- peaceful about this place. 56/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:45 AM
He had been too late to help Alice and Frank Longbottom, however, and had nearly been caught, but managed to erase his tracks in the snow before he disapparated. 55/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:44 AM
And do something he did.
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Halloween was coming up soon now.. October 31st. It was just a day or so away. By this time- Regulus had traveled just about everywhere, intercepting certain attacks. 54/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:44 AM
During his trek, he caught wind of how the members of the Order and the Death Eaters were at war, the members- they were being targeted. Tracked down.. hunted down- killed.

He didn't like any of this. He had to do something.
- 53/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:44 AM
Casting a charm over himself to hide his presence, he focused hard on making sure no other Death Eaters could sense him or find him, despite the mark on his arm- cast another spell to get himself a proper thick black cloak, put the hood up with a mask over his mouth and hands- and headed out. 52/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:43 AM
He'd rather die than hurt his friends.. regardless of the danger level. But.. he also knew Voldemort. With this decided, he tried to think back- he had no idea where anybody was. 51/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:43 AM
Focus.

Wait- what did that mean for Remus.. Peter- for James? Hell knows Sirius and James had been tight knit best friends during their years in Hogwarts.. he knew his brother. 50/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:43 AM
Wonderful. Perfect.

Regulus was left with a split second of sorrow, aching pain in his heart. A tiny little bit of worry he was only forced to push away. No.. he couldn't think like that. Not now. Nor did Sirius really deserve it in his mind.. or so he told himself anyway. He had to get a grip. -49
April 30, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Could he try to go find Sirius-?

Actually. Now that he realized it- he had caught something in the newspaper something before he burned it. Sirius had joined the Death Eaters. Voldemort had gone after him.. of course. Because he was a Black. Of course. Great. 48/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:41 AM
He had sworn him off from telling what happened at the cave to his parents, or his brother, mainly for their protection. Now that he had at least gotten the real locket switched out of the cave- what could he do next? 47/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:40 AM
He supposed that Kreacher had obviously hidden the real Horcrux- but war meant he couldn't go back to the house. 46/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:40 AM
He racked his brain, brows furrowed, mumbling a quiet, frustrated curse all while he messed with his now slightly grown out black locks, trying to think about where to go, what to do next. 45/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:38 AM
His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach as he quickly cast Incendio on the paper, letting it burn up and disappear. 44/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:38 AM
His murky greys flicked around to scan for any sign of- anything. Any clues.

Long story short- he had found a newspaper. The Order of the Phoenix- his brother's group.. plenty of those former Hogwarts graduates- were at war with the Death Eaters. 43/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:38 AM
Groaning quietly, he then grumbled in slight annoyance before shifting to scramble up, finding the wall, and moving to use a hand to help support himself, proceeding to pause and quickly wiggle his legs, casting a spell under his breath to let a warm tingly feeling flood through them. 42/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:37 AM
The concern quickly turned to realization, and then panic. Getting up sort of initially had him eating the plain grey flooring first- since he hadn't used his legs in 3 months, but didn't really realize that until he had a mouthful of floor. 41/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:37 AM
He snagged it, confusion quickly setting in and then concern.

This looked.. like the kind of place you'd- hide.

In.. In a war. 40/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:37 AM
He was alone.. actually. No figures in white- was that just an illusion. No.. but- whoever it'd been? Long gone. He was in.. some kind of underground medical bunker-? He turned his head to see the plain black drab nightstand- his wand! 39/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:36 AM
There was..? How long had it been-? 7 hells. Where was he? Was he alive-? Was this purgatory-?

He dropped his head, moving to bring his hands up to rub at his face, quietly groaning. He then turned to notice where he was. 38/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:35 AM
He reached a hand up to instinctively snag at the locket that he would normally be wearing to twist it for comfort- realizing very quickly however, remembering- that he'd given it up to take the place of the original that he had Kreacher go and hide.
37/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:34 AM
He passed back out, and woke up again later, realizing he could move his body again he sat up abruptly, his vision- the strength in his limbs restored. 36/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:34 AM
Was he dead? Was this hell? He was in a half-delirium. He wasn't sure.. but he saw a figure dressed in white hovering over him, and then felt some warm, arguably tasty liquid being poured down his throat. 35/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:33 AM
3 months later. Perhaps it was because of the searing pain being driven into him through his arm, but he woke, in some- kind of.. dark- tunnel? 34/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:33 AM
He felt himself, his consciousness, slip away, everything going dark.

He was drowning.. and.. he drowned, with those being his last racing thoughts before it all went black.

Going.. going.. gone.

The only thing left-- a deafening silence. 33/?
April 30, 2025 at 2:29 AM