Cœur du lion - mon cœur - mon frère, je suis noyé.
The line between the living and the dead is stretched thin, fragile and breakable like glass; there are ghosts in the stars, ghosts in his head, and everything fades with the dawn.
They say Regulus is dead. They say Lord Voldemort is fled, a wraith wrapped in smoke.
They say, they say - but what do normal people know?
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Fifth year’s barely over, but the future is all everyone wants to talk about. Regulus is determined to outshine his brother. Walden’s planning a marriage that’ll never happen. Tibs wants to be a politician. Becoming the next Bellatrix Lestrange is my goal, and the only one that seems achievable. Yet with the Death Eaters falling like flies, the future looks bleaker than ever.
In five years’ time, we’re all going to be dead.
His blood burns in the night, crackling with power and he dreams of it turning gold, of two crowns on his head, and a throne of onyx.
In the end, blood only runs red and crowns melt in the glare of the sun.
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