Black As the Blood In Our Names

By TimeAndLife21


Chapter 2

All was silent in the Department of Mysteries. The few unspeakables that stuck around mostly stayed in the foyer, or are in their offices finishing up paperwork for their nights end. Just recently they have been doing a wide cleaning and to make sure everything isn't cluttered and the like, but leaving the Death room alone.

The Death room is one of the rooms that only three unspeakables would work there willingly. Even though there would be a rotation to keep an eye on it. Unfortunately...things have been belly up since the Triwizard Tournament's end. Many of the Unspeakables have been working overtime in recent days and since the hype went down, not very many unspeakables stuck around for too long.

In this case, it was perfect timing.

The crumbling stone archway on top of the dais was ever silent. Save for the whispers of the dead that seem to escapes from the tattered black veil as an unfeeling wind surrounds it gently. The tattered veil looked more like a shadow of a cloak, as one of the past unspeakables had a theory that it could've been made by Death itself, but that theory had since been dismissed.

Suddenly as it came, the tattered black veil suddenly turned into a brilliant translucent white. The whispers halted as the Archway's unseen runes suddenly glowed. The Death Room started to shudder, as if bracing itself for what is to come.

This phenomenon will never be witnessed in this life, as a black clad figure was thrust through the white veil, face forward and tumbled down the dais, from the ancient object that has sat there for ages. The figure lay on the ground unmoving.

There was no movement until…

Thump.

Lub-thump.

Thump-Lub-Thump.

A heart that was once still, started to beat.

A few minutes in, the figure suddenly opened his eyes and choked on air before turning to the side and dry heaved onto the floor. He coughed sputtered and heaved. Lying on the floor, trying to get his bearings.

Regulus Arcturus Black lived once more.

His thoughts were all jumbled around, his magic was flowing through him like hot needles, and his left arm was burning. His body was shaking, trembling, his bones hurt, his mind under a great migraine like his head was about to explode and he laid there who who knows how long.

After the pain started to ebb off a bit, he opened his eyes and breathed in the air that he couldn't get enough of.

He was alive again. That thought wouldn't leave his mind. Who was the woman who threw him back here? What purpose does that serve? He honestly thought that she would possibly turn him into a ghost. Or perhaps throw him back in time to when he was a child...but it looks like that will not be the case here.

Slowly, he started to get up, but he became distracted by something that was in his left hand. In his hand, was the black wand that the woman had. He didn't realize that he was clenching it so tightly. He relaxed his hold and took a closer look at it.

It was a bit long, and it felt light as a feather in his hand, like it was an extension of himself. It seemed to resonate with him. Such a rather simple looking wand, but it felt to him that it was filled with a power that he couldn't imagine. He gently pushed his magic through him and the wand responded in kind.

From the tip, he created small lights to float around him. The wand was connected to him in ways he would never know. It wasn't his old wand by any stretch, but this wand would stay with him.

He stood up taller and stretched himself out. He wondered where he was at. He looked around before he saw the archway. He blinked a couple of times observing it. The shimmering white veil was present as it hung from the arch. He could hear...whisperings. He quickly ignored the whispers and tried to figure out just where the hell was he?

The large dark room was illuminated by the strange archway, but the small lights that surrounded him brightened it up a bit. He was reminded of a courtroom at the Ministry.

It clicked.

He was possibly at the Ministry. He took a few steps forward, looking for a way out. This must be…

"The Death Room." He whispered.

Rookwood often spoke of the Death Room. As he was an Unspeakable, he had permission to go to certain places. This Death Room was in the Department of Mysteries, and he was stuck in it.

First off, he felt his paranoia rise. If an Unspeakable was to catch him here, he would be done for. He strained his ears to see if he could hear anything or anyone in the room, but there was nothing but silence. Deafening Silence. But that didn't mean that he was safe.

With his new wand in his hand, it was time to leave this place. But where would he go? He thought of home, but if his mother was there, she would raise hell. He thought of his brother, but most likely hiding somewhere with The Order of The Phoenix, not to mention that he could easily hex him before asking questions later. Andy went into hiding with her muggleborn husband not long after she eloped. Narcissa wouldn't be much help. Bellatrix? Ha! She can't exactly go to her. Somehow the Madness consumed her. He doubted she was sane enough to help him; killing him for defying her dark lord would be her goal if she found out. His only friend Severus perhaps? No, not even Severus could hide him. He never told him of his suicide plan or of the horcruxes.

Where could he go? He has no doubt the Death Eaters think him dead. He didn't even know how long he had been dead for. For all he knew, he was years into the future...or possibly the past. No...he needed to be careful.

Well...there was one place...but that would be suicide...He hasn't apparated such distances before, but he won't undermine his own magic. There was a place. The Forbidden Forest just outside of the boundaries of Hogwarts. The place he was thinking of was a safe house. Surprisingly, it was an old safe house that had been around since the Founder's Age. A Cottage that was in his family's name.

Waterdown Cottage.

He had come across the cottage quite a few times when he was at Hogwarts. Mostly to go there to study in peace and quiet, rather than deal with his fellow classmates talk about the Dark Lord. It was also used as a safe house for him after raids. He had found out about it when he was being groomed to take on the Black Heir position. A position that Sirius threw away.

Yes...yes that would be a good place to hide. At least for now. Waterdown Cottage would have to be the place to be for now. So he could lay low and plan accordingly. He was still shaky on his feet and he started to feel dizzy. But he couldn't stay here any longer to be found out.

He steadied himself as he thought of the cottage. Through the nausea that he has, his determination to get out of here was paramount. He couldn't risk being found out, not like this. He thought of the paths to the cottage, rocky and well hidden. Surrounded by tall, thick, old, and gnarled trees, it was as if they were caging in the cottage to keep it there for eternity.

He turned on his heel once, then twice, and his magic roared through his body and the first time, he felt like he hit a wall. He felt like he was being pushed down onto the floor, which was exactly what happened.

"Damn!" He cursed.

His throat dry and hoarse as he coughed, but he couldn't stop. He had to get out of here before he was found out. His desperation wasn't exactly fitting for a Black...but he could just chuck that thought away. He got up a bit stronger this time. Still a bit shaky, but not by much.

Anti-Apparition wards… those were always rough to get through. They were meant to keep people in here should an intruder get in, but Regulus Arcturus Black wasn't a weakling, oh no. He was a Black through and through. His Grandfather Arcturus trained and groomed both him and Sirius to be strong heirs of the family, training with both dark and light magics was something that had to be done. Of course...learning how to bypass anti-apparition wards was part of the learning process of being an Heir. He briefly wondered if Sirius learned how, but he shook his head. He needed to get out of here and fast.

He centered himself. The whispers was starting to bother him again. He gave a look of disdain to the strange magical artifact. If he had come back from the dead, and that was the doorway to death, he wasn't going to waste the second chance at life that he was given. The whispers were ominous. Beckoning to him with pleads from far beyond. He blocked out the sounds and focused on his now beating heart. The thudding calming him and clearing his mind.

He pictured the trail once more. He breathed slowly and summoned his magic from his core. It filled him, the warmth spreading through his body, the black wand in his hand was warmed slightly, but still cool to his touch. He tossed the curiosity out of his mind before he opened his eyes and turned hard. He hit the ward the second time, but as he did so, he let out a burst of magic and kept turning. The crack echoed through the Death Room. Leaving no trace of the man that was once there.

After his disappearance, the white veil of the archway faded back to black becoming still once more. The soft and pleading whisperings continue. In another place of the Department of Mysteries, In the Hall of Prophecy...a dimmed glowing ball started to shine just a bit brighter. There was no name underneath it to show who it was spoken by, but the names that had received it was:

Polaris Sirius Black and Altair Regulus Black.

If one were to pay attention, they would be able to hear, very faintly, words being spoken.

"When the oldest amongst you have been cast aside,

Brother 'gainst brother, side against side,

take care in your dealings and knowledge and pride,

beware of those of lies and who have lied.

Keep to yourselves and your end you shall wreak

be prepared to step outwards, and do not be meek.

This is your curse and not a mere spell

for madness will run through your blood as well

protect yourselves from all that you lack or else shall come,

the end of the Black."


It...may not have been his best and brightest idea to apparate so soon after coming back from the dead. Of course, he first believed that he must've splinched himself, as he had apparated very far across the country, but throwing up what was in his stomach occupied his mind first off.

The taste of bile made him sick and he was on his hands and knees on the rough trail that he had found himself on. He fell onto his side and was breathing heavily just trying to keep his bearings. It was very unfitting for him to be in this state. He could only imagine his mother scolding him and forcing him to get up, his brother would have just laughed and laughed, thinking that poor sickly Reggy just couldn't keep his bearings as he apparated.

He had to force himself to breath again, after heaving harshly he needed to relax and stop shaking. Oh...he was shaking. Shivering really. It was night and the air was warm, but it held a chill. Was it...spring? Strange. He left to grab the horcrux when it had been a cold winter. So...how long had he been in the afterlife for?

He had to think on it when he got to the cottage. Gods, he felt pain radiate through his body now. It was nothing like his mother's cruciatus curse when he had spoken to her about his Brother running away, but it was painful for him to stand up. His body shaking, his head feeling a bit foggy...and all he wanted now was to hopefully sleep.

He looked down at his left hand and looked at the wand that he still had in it. That woman...whoever she was, created this wand. He lifted it up and spoke, albiet hoarsely.

"Lumos…" He felt his voice crack a bit.

A dim light radiated from the tip of the wand. The trail was visible to him, but it would seem that overgrowth had hidden it. He pushed himself to move and move he did. Every step hurt his body, but he was stubborn. He would not pass out out here in this forest. He had to be in a safe place first.

HIs sight was slightly blurred. His body must be trying to get used to the fact that he was once dead, and everything had to get back into functioning normally. His mind is overrun with questions without answers. But again...he forced them out of his mind focusing on finding that damn cottage.

The Forbidden Forest was once called Black Forest. Something about his ancestors being one of the few to come to Britain and Scotland and claimed this forest as their own, making peace with the centaurs who live here. Thus, Waterdown Cottage was made to be away from Hogwarts just far enough to see it from there, but out of it's reach. Hogsmeade wasn't too far from it, but he had to make sure that no one would find the place first.

He blinked a few times before looking around. The trees and plants were thick and he briefly thought that he was lost...at least he thought his was until he recognized something out of the ordinary. A white rose bush. He followed the trail and looked at it. It was a wild rose bush no doubt...but this was a marker to tell him that he was on the right track. He took a left of the trail and stumbled on his way. His balance uncoordinated as he walked along the path.

His magic was pulsing through him. Much more stronger than usual. Granted, because of the Black Blood and Family Magic that flows through him, it was to be expected. But this felt so much more...different. Like adding a spice to something sweet. You can feel and taste the difference. He felt stronger. Not sickly like he once was when he went to Hogwarts.

"Such a weak sickly thing."

"It's a damn miracle that he survived the birth."

"That's the second son of Walburga and Orion Black? Look how runty he looks. Skinny and frail too."

"That's your little Brother Siri? He looks pretty scrawny if you ask me."

He let out a moan as he palmed his forehead, the memories coming to the forefront of his mind. It was inevitable that he would remember such things. But they still hurt. At least he had grown pretty well. By the time of his seventh year, he had filled out a bit, still lean and he had a bit of muscle from playing seeker in quidditch. He had grown to be 6 foot, at the same height Orion was. Just under an inch than Sirius was.

At least he didn't have to worry about comparing heights with his brother since he had died. Such childish things wasn't at the front of his mind when it came to working for the Dark Lord… or should he name him Riddle now? Yes...That seemed fitting. Riddle was no pureblood. Just a half Blood who was descended from Slytherin, but his ideals was corrupted and dangerous.

Honestly, Regulus never really had much of a problem with Muggleborns and Half-Bloods. He had to follow the tune of PureBlood Ideology that sprouted from his mother's mouth just so that he wasn't tortured by her.

He paused in the middle of the trail and looked up at the night sky. The moon was out and it was amongst the twinkling stars. He could point out Ursa Major and the main stars at his position. The cool breeze fluttered the trees' leaves and the rustling was calming. He didn't know what he looked like other than a mess, but his vanity wasn't his main concern. He closed his eyes and breathed. The chilled air of fresh leaves and a hint of rain hit his nose and he felt stress melt away.

He kept moving, not at a staggering pace, but more calmly. His shaking and shivering due to the chill in the air meant that he needed to find that cottage before falling to the spring-winter weather.

Some minutes later, he came across a worn trail that seemed untouched by the wild around it. He felt his heart speed up and he moved quickly. The trees were as thick as ever, but the trail was very much visible. He burst through the tree line and was in a very large clearing. At the center of said clearing, was a rather moderate sized cottage.

If he remembered correctly, one of his predecessors (Presumably Epsilion Black who was a rather...eccentric member of the Black Family to say the least), was involved with the remodeling of the cottage. The previous one was smaller and more simple, this one however looked a bit more modern to say that least...and bigger.

It was a stone cottage. It had steeply pitched roofs and there was circular windows that were at the top of those was some arches that softened the roofline a bit to make it look less intimidating, but it still looked regal. There were large windows, presumably to let natural light in from when the sun is rising and setting. Off to the side of the house, while attached was nothing more than a large glass room portion that would would outlook the clearing. All in all, it was a cottage that was very intriguing and the colors were of course, dark and even sinister looking.

He almost felt like he was coming home. If only it was…

He stumbled forward as he moved through the clearing and stepped onto the small stone trail that lead to the small front porch. He reached out and grasped the cold handle and turned to open it.

He walked into the place and he was immediately hit with nostalgia and a tinge of sorrow. He walked into the cottage and candle light flickered to turn on. As if it was anticipating it's owners arrival. He had closed the door and closed his eyes. He felt safe. The soft colored lights made the cottage warm and inviting. Eveything was in it place. The couches, the cabinets, the shelves, the knick-knacks...everything looked untouched. The fireplace in the living area had crackled happily as he walked through the place.

He felt the pangs of hunger, but he ignored that feeling and in turn, favored sleep. He slowly made his way to the stairs that lead to the upstairs bedrooms. He came across a short hallway with three doors. He went to the closest door and opened it up.

This was his old room. His sanctuary within this haven. Green and Silver colored the room. Some quidditch posters were still magically hung up and he could have wept in relief. A bookshelf held all his favorite books, a cabinet held his childhood treasures. There was a desk that had a book open and papers strewn about, as if he had left them in a hurry. But untouched by time. A small fireplace was lit up on the side of the room and crackled away. The bed looked so inviting and soft.

He didn't even realize that his body and feet were taking him to the bed. Placing the black wand in his hand onto the side table, he opened up the covers and slid right in. The comfort and the softness pillowed around his body. The blankets were warm and felt like heaven. His head hit the soft pillows, and he felt his mind drift off.

Falling into the warm darkness, he dreamed of being underwater. He dreamed of being pulled down, down, down, down...


TAL21: Hello readers. As you can see, I'm not dead! XD With a new job I'm working, and trying my damnedest to pay my bills and all the fun stuff of being an adult. Also, to the flamers out there who pretty much criticized my previous story to make me to a rewrite to make it better, screw you and thank you for the boost. If anything, I'm glad that I have something to bounce off on for this rewrite and I promise to make it better. Also, a SHOUT OUT to Aich on The Sinister Man server on Discord! They helped me out with the prophecy portion of the chapter and they were such a dear about it. If You don't know by now, The Sinister Man is well known for making the fanfic Harry Potter and the Prince Of Slytherin. Great fanfic to read and very amazing too. It's Potter Twins with a whole new and exciting twist on EVERYTHING! Trust me you will not regret finding his story and reading it! Now, lets go to the shout outs! :D

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Guest 1: The woman you saw isn't Hecate, and no, she didn't lie and she's not Death either. Let's just say that she's important to the story to an extent. I liked writing her and I hope to do more. ;) Thank you for Reviewing!

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