EDIT

1. I think I need to clarify some points here before you start reading. Hermione time travelled in the middle (December) of her sixth year at Hogwarts, so just like in the canon, she knows nothing of Horcrux. So Year 1-6 of the Harry Potter series is a fact here and that is all Hermione knows based on her experiences during those years.

2. All other characters are also based on Harry Potter Universe and this story centers on the Black Family, Potter and Prince.

3. All events you don't recognize are made up and my idea but a fact in this story. If you notice that some events are not what the canon said happened either in chronological order or not, that is deliberate and intended. (changes are meant because this is a fanfiction.)

4. Lastly, you are free to suggest what should happen in this story. But, it doesn't mean I will follow it. This story is pretty much already set into stone but still I might change something.

MAJOR CHANGES - I CHANGE THE NARRATION INTO FIRST PERSON VIEW.

WARNING

I have no beta reader. I will try my best to reread this and edit some grammatical and misspelled words. If I missed something, well, you'll notice in your readings.

Thank you for understanding!

Chapter One: The New Heir of House of Black

I never have been lost in my life. I have been sitting in their drawer room for hours listening to the eternal rants of my mother. This is not new for me, however this time is different. It seems today is the beginning of an unfathomable turn of events in my life. I know that my fate is already set into stone by the age of eight years old. I am the younger brother, the spare. I never thought that it will be ever come to this. I, Regulus Artucrus Black, is the new heir of the most Ancient and Noble House of Black. I didn't know what really happen but it turns out that his brother, Sirius Orion Black, finally run away PERMANENTLY to the Potter's Manor which results to being disowned and blasted in our family tapestry by my fuming mother, Walburga Black.

"That good for nothing blood traitor! I forbid you Regulus in associating with that menace! He is an abomination to this family!" my mother screeched.

The only reasonable answer my mother accepts is, "Yes mother."

I resigned to fate as I stare in the burned face of my brother in the tapestry. Potters are our relatives through his Grand Aunt Dorea Potter nee Black. Black family is not really in talking terms with the Potters but still the Potter's family is Honorable enough that is why his Aunt was not removed from the tapestry. However, despite the decision of past head of the family, that is not how my mother see the family. I have been dreading this scenario ever since my brother was sorted to Gryfindor and continued to defy our mother. Sirius was always been my light and hero in this House. He is my constant playmate and companion ever since I can remember. He is the most constant person in my life. He is better than Mother or my always absent father. I didn't condemn his bravery to stand again our Mother. For me, it is reasonable and rational with Mother who is easily angered and resort to corporal punishment. However, what I cannot understand is why Sirius doesn't have an ounce of self-preservation in his body. For all Sirius courage, he also has so much stupidity. In hindsight, I know Sirius had it coming.

"What happened?" I am slightly startled with my father's voice. I turned and saw him standing at the door in their drawer room. I hasn't seen father when they (Sirius) returned from Hogwarts. Whenever asked, they're mother only say that father has some important adult business to attend to. Orion Black slowly steps towards my mother. His look is stoic as usual. The face of what the Head of the Family should wear. The face that bears no emotion. Orion Black looks around the room and sees the burnt face of his eldest son in their family tapestries.

"I see..." the Head of the Most Noble House of Black said in understanding the situation. He looks at me, his youngest son. I have long practice and perfected the mask he wore. In slight gesture, he places his hand on my shoulder. He doesn't say anything, but somehow that gives me assurance and takes a breath I never thought I was holding.

"Walburga, it seems that the "Coming out Ball for the New Black Heir" is in order. I need you to prepare and examine the guest list." He commanded his wife. He looked at me again, seemingly remembering something, "You're turning 15 this second Sunday of August. You understand what this entails right?"

"Yes Father." I replied and confuse. "It means that I need to prepare myself to take over the duty as the Heir."

His Father nodded as if that explains everything. Although one cannot reckoned what really running in his father's mind. Or maybe, I was just having a hard time reading my father. "Very well, I expect nothing less from you. You're dismissed." He turned again to his wife. "It seems Walburga that I need to be out again."

"Again?!" his mother exclaimed. "But you've just arrive! We have so much to plan and to do now that it would only be two weeks away before the Ball for our son!"

"Yes, AGAIN. As you can probably see, you've rid us our eldest son. Thus, there are things that need my immediate attention now that there will be some Major changes of who will be the rightful heir."

I internally signed. By the look of what my father said, now I finally understand his prolonged absence. Turns out he has been preparing for the coming of age of Sirius and finally introduce the latter formally in the Wizarding Britain as the House of Black Heir. Yes, Sirius has always been the Heir of the House but the Coming of Age ball is long tradition between purebloods. It's all formality really. I walked out of the room the moment my father dismissed me. It is only been 2nd week of the summer break. Today is July 27, 1976 and on August 8 will be my birthday.

I immediately went to bed and cast a mufilliato. The spell is white handy thanks to Severus. I was only able to learn the spell recently after years of lobbying. I stand for a moment at the center of my room and close my eyes. Trying to relax myself and sort out the things that just happened. Everything will be all right. This is alright. I said to myself. But when I open my eyes, I know this never going to be alright and I snapped. I broke the vase, toppled the bed, throw the paintings. I destroyed all the things my hand came across. I didn't feel like using my wand. This past few days, I discovered that the best way to vent is to do it the muggle way. And now that I finally have this unwanted responsibility, the comfort of my room is no longer appealing. I am finally the Heir! I laugh crazily and run my fingers through my hair. I weep. I dreaded this. I was in denial and had hoped that perhaps my brother will see sense and finally adhere to the family principle. But of course, my brother finally decided to be free leaving

me shackled in this God forsaking house! Gone the time where I am the best person in Sirius life. Now that he found that bloody Potter, he got himself new family and forgotten about his blood brother. I tried to understand. For those 4 lonely years in Hogwarts where I was the one who got the end of the wand of the older Slytherins who's my brother crossed. I tried to make my brother see reason but to no avail. To make see that what he is doing is detrimental to their family, to him, to me. But of course, my brother did not heed hmy pleas. And now, again I became the catch basin of all the supposed responsibility of Sirius!

"Kreacher." With a pop Kreacher appeared in front of me. The house elf squeak at the state of my room. "Little Master called for Kreacher? Is Master Reggy alright sir?" Kreacher leaned forward and inspect my body if he is injured while inquiring if he is alright.

I signed but nevertheless touched with the gesture. "I am okay Kreacher. Thank you. Would you please return the room in its former state? And send a firewhisky in the library after you're done."

"Yes Master elf replied. I walked out the door. His foot brings him in the library. Iscanned the books but my mind is elsewhere. I absentmindedly picked a book by book and walk in his favorite reading spot near the window and begun to read,

"Of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give direction —" I stopped. He turned the book and read the title, Magick Moste Evile is a book written by Godelot that covers Dark magic.

"The hell?" that is all I uttered. The book got my full attention and continued to read and was entranced and also disturbed of the information the book provides.

"A Horcrux is an object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality. To create a Horcrux, a wizard first had to deliberately commit murder. This act, said to be one of supreme evil, would result in the murderer metaphysically damaging their own soul. A wizard who wished to create a Horcrux would then use that damage to their advantage by casting a spell which would rip the damaged portion of the soul off of the whole and encase it in an object. Apparently the wizard would have to perform an unspeakable act as part of the ritual. If the maker was later killed, he or she would continue to exist in a non-corporeal form, although there were methods of regaining a physical body."

I was briefly interrupted by the arrival of Kreacher, "Master your firewhisky is here". Kreacher said while putting the bottle and the cup in the reading table. Yes, I wasn't supposed to drink yet but clearly I am not in the mood to follow any rules. I put the book in the table and tracing the letters embossed in the cover. I glanced at my elf realizing that I still hasn't dismissed him yet. "Thank you Kreacher. You're dismissed." The little creature nodded and disappeared with a pop.

I stared at the book laid in my table. I wondered what it was doing at our Family Library. I know my family is not entirely light evidenced by their surnames and they have a spare amount of Dark books but hidden away in their cellar. It only seems that some of his ancestors have been enamored of living forever and negligently placed it in our Library instead in the cellar. Well personally, being immortal really is quite appealing only when one would be able to remain in their youth. However, being immortal with a very old body is grossly unbearable. The "still living" example is Nicolas Flammel. I cracked an inside joke. Being immortal with a very old body is better than being immortal in a non-corporeal form.

I tucked the book in the farthest end of the library and made a mental note to order Kreacher to move it to the cellar. I didn't bother finishing it. Being mortal is the least of my worries today. The upcoming "Ball" is the task I need to triumph over.

Author's Note:

Hello guys! I'm Eadlyn the 1st

This is my first fan fiction, EVER. English is not my first language so pardon me for some grammatical error or misspelled words and the genre is on the grey area. I am a major fan of Hermione's character and I love pairing him in almost all the blokes in "Harry Potter" also I love time travel fics. Then I just decided today that, why not make one! . But this is not a reversed harem guys, it is a Time Travel Fic written in the point of view of Regulus Black (sometimes other characters depends on my mood. Hahahha).

I'm working and studying Law so my update is once week or twice a month but in some rare occasion (very rare) it 'might be' twice a week. ^_^

So that's it. I hope you guys enjoy!

PLEASE REVIEW ^_^