Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and Harry Potter aren't mine.
Warnings: Nothing for now, I still don't know if there will be in future.I changed the timeline a bit.
This happens after Maeve and before the whole thing with Cat Adams. Also, Emily is on the team. I'm not sure about where Alex went. Obviously the events in Harry Potter and CM happened sooner than in the books, in 1992 with Harry being born a few years earlier in 1978. This happens during The Order Of The Phoenix. I'm not a native speaker, so feel free to suggest other words or correct my grammar. Sorry, it isn't long like I wanted but it's a start. Hopefully they'll get longer. Don't expect monthly updates, I write pretty slowly.
"That night I dreamt I was at my funeral again. A raindrop fell on my head, followed by many others until the sky was pouring on us months worth of rain. No one looked at me twice, my identity was hidden with a black cape. It would seem strange but I wasn't the only one dressed like that. The darkest stain of society was reunited here, because, even if I was a traitor, I shared- share- their precious blood and family pretends, at least, to care for each other. A lightning light up the sky for a few moments, casting a ghostly light on my grave. It was as dark as Death and twice as cold. On the unforgiving stone was carved my name. A name that wasn't mine anymore. At which I couldn't respond to. In front of it, my mother stood silent, eyes set, mouth a hard line. Not a tear was to be seen in her eyes. She wasn't mourning me. There wasn't sorrow in her, nor regret. The cause of all her pains was dead, after all, so why would she feel any kind of sorrow? My dear mother. Always so loving. My father wasn't there. He was, without a doubt, drinking what was left of his sanity away, safe in the dark shadow that was his illness. Madness ran through our veins. It just got to him quicker than the others. But it gets us all, in the end. Will it be in the last moments of our lives or years before our last breath. My mother's eyes met mines for a fraction of a second. I wasn't scared that she would recognize me. She was as blind as an old bat and could barely move in her own home without tripping over something, losing her usual 'high and mighty' air. I laughed silently as memories of her little accidents flooded through my brain, my shoulders trembling slightly in amusement. Lightening struck, showing the figure of a dog curled up under a tree nearby."
The alarm woke me, sending me back in my apartment. I wasn't there, it was just a dream. That was the difficult part, convince myself it wasn't real. Because it was. I was there, wet, and alone and dead-but-not-really. When I managed to shake off the dream, when I could breathe properly again, I proceeded to follow my morning routine. Shower, get dressed, apply the charms. Remembering the man I used to be, I hesitated before going through with the last part. My eyes scanned the man in front of me, reflected in the mirror above the sink. Elegant, sharp traits like everyone in my family- they would've softened after the work was done- sharp, dark, brown eyes, like my father's- they would be a lighter colour, with an innocence that wasn't really there- curly hair, light brown- a permanent spell. No more black for me- I didn't feel ready to leave all of my family behind at the time so I imitated my great-grandmother's hair, Hesper Camp, as they weren't exactly telling of my heritage but were still part of it. Few changes but enough to cover my family's obvious traits. Coupled with the drastic change in clothes and personality no one would be able to ever recognize pureblooded, elegant, royal Regulus Black in muggle, clumsy, know-it-all Spencer Reid.