Black As The Blood in Our Names
by TimeAndLife21
Regulus returned to Britain under the guise of Rex Whitestone. Wearing a dapper looking grey suit, a trench coat over it, a green tie, and a thick silver and green scarf on, he walked down the busy London road to The Leaky Cauldron to get to Diagon ally. His messy brown hair and hazel eyes were sharp. His paranoia slightly kicking in. In his left hand was a rather large gold cage. In that cage, was an large white raven. It cawed angrily at him.
"Now, now, how else would I have been able to get you through security? I told you, those Aurors don't exactly check for Animangi that's for sure." Regulus chuckled.
Just before Regulus and Zoe left Greece, she was adamant that she would go to Britain in her human form.
"NO! I will not go as an animal! Plus, white ravens are not exactly common!" She had said angrily.
"I can just explain that I picked you up from an exotic breeder." He said slyly.
He had never seen her blush that red. Either way, he won the argument. The upside, he managed to sneak her into Britain without much trouble. The downside, she cawed and squawked at him every chance she got.
"Now listen up. I have purchased a safe house in Diagon Ally. Luckily for us, it is close to Gringotts. So we won't have to worry too much about traveling to the bank for withdrawals." He said as he walked into the dank pub. he managed to catch a few suspicious eyes but most of the people in the pub ignored him.
Zoe quieted down and gave the evil eye to anyone who dared look at her. In her raven form, she was a bit more sassy than she was in her human form. He gave a nod to Tom, the owner of the pub, and went out through the back door. He took out the black wand that was in his hand and tapped the sequence of bricks to open up the doorway to Diagon Ally.
The hustle and bustle of people were everywhere. Regulus remembered why he hated crowds. He sneered as he moved gracefully through the throes of people to get to the apartment building he was heading to. It was a very well built place. When he entered the lobby it had a homey feel to it. The dark reds, creams, and golds gave it a very relaxing environment. Since he had already paid for the apartment before he came here, he went straight toward the elevator.
Zoe cawed in question and her beady purple eyes looked up at him.
"Yes. I got an apartment, no, it is not as lavish as the lobby." He said to the animagus.
The elevator dinged onto the 21st floor and opened up. He walked down the length of the hallway to door number 21 and entered the room with his magical signature on the doorknob. The door opened up and he walked inside.
The apartment was already furnished with blue, black, and steel grey. It was pleasing to the eyes and he smiled to himself. He would have to tip the housekeeping for getting these colors. He went to the nearest table, placed the golden cage onto it, and then opened up the door to let Zoe out. The white raven hopped out and stretched her wings before shifted into her human form. She was sitting on top of the table wearing black slacks and a black blouse. He was curious of how she managed to blend in her black clothes into her animangus form, but he didn't question it.
"Finally!" She stretched out before she hopped off of the table bare footed.
"I thought you enjoyed being hauled around in a cage." He raised an eyebrow and smirking.
"You try being stuffed in a cage. I prefer freedom of flying than being in a cage." She said as she popped her neck a bit.
"In fact, you should have let me fly here. It would have been easier." She said as she walked over to a window.
Regulus shook his head at the white skinned girl and smiled.
"Kreacher!" He barked.
A crack sounded throughout the apartment and the little house elf spoke.
"Master Regulus!" Kreacher praised.
"Hello Kreacher. I need you to do me a favor." He said to the little house elf.
"Master Regulus want Kreacher for favor?" Kreacher croaked.
"Yes. See that woman over there?" Regulus pointed at Zoe as she opened up the curtains to looked down into the ally, her face showed wonder at the busy people down below.
"Yes. Master Regulus brings home a young woman. Master Regulus already plans to continue the Black line?" Kreacher inquired.
Regulus stood stock still before mock glaring at his friend. He was a bit shocked that Kreacher would ask that, although it bears in mind that if Sirius won't continue the line, Regulus will. And it won't be anytime soon. Not while there's a war brewing at least.
"No, Kreacher. She is a comrade. I need you to get clothing for her. You can use my Whitestone vault for money. But we need clothes for her. I had to sneak her into Britain so she could gather data around about Riddle and his death eaters." He smiled down at Kreacher.
As soon as he had said that, Zoe turned around and walked over to Regulus.
"Alright, what are we going to do while we are here?" She asked.
Her eyes went to the house elf that was in front of her. She kneeled down and smiled at Kreacher.
"Hello. And who might you be?" She asked.
"This is Kreacher, my house elf. And one of my close friends. Kreacher, this is Zoe." He introduced Kreacher to her.
Kreacher looked her over with a calculating eye, as if he was determining that she wasn't a threat.
"Kreacher...welcomes Master Regulus's guest." The house elf said critically.
Zoe didn't seem put off by Kreacher's attitude.
"It's nice to meet you too, Kreacher." she said politely.
Regulus cleared his throat and looked up and down Zoe's body.
"If you decide to leave this place, make sure you blend in." He suggested.
Zoe smirked at him.
"I haven't worked for the HWA for nothing. Don't worry, I won't stand out much." Zoe said as she smiled just a little.
"Okay. Kreacher is going to find you some clothes that you can wear, I'll also look for a collar that you can wear to show ownership." Regulus said as he opened an owl window near the the Kitchen window.
"What?" Zoe said as she glared at him.
"Don't jump to conclusions. Do you want to be captured in you animangus form?" He replied.
Zoe was about to speak but stopped.
"Okay fine, as long as you don't call me pet, that'll be fine." She sulked.
Regulus smirked at his comrade.
"Good. Kreacher, go get her some clothes. I'll be heading off to Ollivander's to get a second wand." He said as he was about to go out the door.
"What am I? Chopped Lamb?" Zoe asked. "I can shop for my own clothes, I'm not an invalid." She said as she crossed her arms.
Regulus looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"You are white everywhere darlin'. You are barefoot, you wear muggle clothes, and you will stick out in this crowd." Regulus stated.
Zoe gave him a glare and then sighed, muttering something about Britain being behind the times, giving up the argument because she knows he's right about what he said. She would stick out and things wouldn't looks so well. Turning to Kreacher, she knelt down as she asked him,
"Kreacher, if you are getting me clothes, can you please get me the colors, black, blue, green, and grey?" She asked the house elf.
Kreacher looked up at the woman whom his master had brought home, he croaked, "Kreacher would do that. Yes, for Master Regulus's guest."
Regulus smiled down at Kreacher. There was one thing that Regulus had always done that he family hasn't. Treating Kreacher with kindness. Zoe was showing him the exact same curtesy.
"Right then. I'll see you when I get back." Regulus said as he left the room locking it behind him.
Regulus, under his glamor, went walking down the Main street to Ollivanders. He wasn't so sure about getting a wand there. If anything, he could pop over to Knockturn Ally and see one of the more obscure wand makers there sometime later this week.
"No...I'll go there for a couple of weapons. That might help me out with a few unexpected surprises." He thought to himself.
He didn't want to jump the gun so soon. There was a high chance that he won't get a return letter back from Hogwarts to work the position of DADA professor. But there had to be a way to help out the Potter boy if it comes to that. Bringing up his pure blood mannerisms to the forefront of his mind (Zoe called it Old Blood instead, insisting that it's less snobbish that way) and entered the wand shop.
He felt a little nostalgic as he walked inside. He was taken back to when he was 11 when he got his first wand. Hawthorn, 9 and 3/4 inches. It served him well until he lost it in the waters when the inferi dragged him down. He had the black wand that the woman of light gave him, but he didn't know what it held. He would present it to Ollivander and see what he thinks.
"What have we here?" An old gravely voice spoke.
Regulus turned and saw Mr. Ollivander standing behind his desk, his moon bright blue eyes staring at him as if something peculiar happened.
"I'm told that this is where I could have a good wand?" Regulus asked.
"Of course! I must say, I don't believe I have seen you before." Ollivander said as he walked out behind the desk and moved closer to him.
"My name is Rex Whitestone. I would like to acquire a wand, if you please." Regulus asked.
"Well my good fellow, I can already tell that you have a wand on you. Why come here for a second one?" Ollivander asked.
Regulus took the opportunity and took out the pure black wand that he was given, presenting it to the elderly man.
"This wand was given to me as a...gift, of sorts. I already know that it's compatible with my core, but i wouldn't mind having another one as well." Regulus said smiling.
"A gift? Might I see this wand?" He asked.
Regulus felt a little reluctant to let the wand go but he wanted to know what materials it has. He gingerly handed it over to Ollivander and the man examined it.
"Curious...I have never seen such a wand crafted like this." Ollivander said as he handled it gently.
"Do you have an idea what it is crafted from?" Regulus asked.
"Well, that's the thing. This wand is masterfully crafted. The wood is a black wood, similar to Black Walnut, yet I can't decipher what kind. Yes, it is 13 inches exact. The core..." Ollivander babbled as he took out an eyeglass and placed it near his eye to look through it to have a closer look,
"The core is interesting. I haven't seen anything like it. It seems to be made...AH!" Ollivander said as he ran to the front door and turned a sign to close the store.
"Mr. Whitestone. May I ask how your wand has an emerald inside it's core?" Ollivander asked.
"Emerald?" Regulus asked.
"If you want to be more technical, your wand core has an emerald gem core and wrapped around it- a Thestral hair and Unicorn hair. Now that is very special." Ollivander spoke as he gave back the wand into Regulus's hand.
"Thestral and unicorn hair? Emerald?" Regulus was wondering why a gem would be inside a wand and two opposite creatures hairs as well.
Gems inside wands is a tricky business. If a users magical core isn't up to par with a wand with a gem core in it, it back fires. That's about the general gist that Regulus knows.
"I haven't come across a wand with a gem in it for many, many years. Of course the practice died out in the late 1800s, as certain magical gems were tuned to a persons magical core, before even creating the wand." Ollivander looked closely at Regulus.
"Wands with Gems inside of them are receptive to the users magical core. Amplifying it tenfold. Of course if used incorrectly, it could drain the user and kill him. You must have great willpower to have that much control over your magic." Ollivander spoke.
"You seem...familiar to me, Mr. Whitestone. Have we met before?" He asked.
"No. But I have heard that you make the best wands." Regulus commented hoping that Ollivander could handle a little flair for the ego.
"Well, why come here for a second wand then?" He asked curiously.
"You already have one that is clearly tuned to you. Whatever the case." He stated looking him over.
"I've grown attached to this wand-it would be a shame for it to be broken leaving me defenseless in these times." Regulus said as he twirled the black wand in his hand.
Ollivander stared at him for a time, then he spoke,
"Very well, but I would have to make a custom wand for you. None of these wands would choose you." He said as he beckoned Regulus to come behind the desk.
Regulus followed slightly confused at the words Ollivander had spoken.
"Might I ask why?" Regulus asked.
"For one thing, that 'gift' you have, is a rare one. I will say this, who ever crafted that wand you have in your hand, must've been a very powerful witch or wizard. Wandmaking is never that simple. As for the wands my fore fathers and myself have created in the past, they wouldn't match up to you." Ollivander said as they entered a back room.
The statement make Regulus miss his first wand. Even though he had lost it in the black waters of that thrice damned cave, he wished he could have it again. Then again, the woman of light gave him this wand for a reason. But he didn't want to use it unless in dire situations. There was something else that the black wand held that he didn't want to mess with.
Regulus felt honored as he walked into the wandmaker's workshop. There were benches with wood on them and shelves of many different materials. Boxes of things were everywhere and there was many mysterious things in the workshop. Ollivander then turned to him and held out his hand.
"Let me hold the wand you have. We wouldn't want it interfering with you choosing the materials for me to make." Ollivander cautioned.
"Choosing?" Regulus asked as he gave the elderly man his wand.
"You must have your magical core choose the materials to match it up with yourself. The wood, the core, the metal to bind it, and the handle. The cores would be a bit tricky. You can choose up to seven, but very rarely is there a seven part core for a wand. Three would be a maximum, similar to the wand you have." Ollivander said as he placed the black wand gently onto a clean and clear work bench.
Regulus felt a bit stupid as he walked around the shop. Ollivander didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he decided to take it a bit more slow. He closed his eyes and stood still, calming his mind and letting out slow deep breaths. Then he lifted his hand and from his core, sent magic into it. The reaction was instantaneous. He opened his eyes and he followed where his magic was pulled to.
He went to a bench that contained wand woods. Some were crooked, some were angled and some were straight. He came across a straight dark wood and reached out to it. It looked like it was that same length as the black wand he has, except it was a dark blood red, almost black, color. He walked back Ollivander and placed the empty wand by him and left to find a core. He could feel his magic stretching out and leading him over to a shelf with very dusty jars. His left hand reached up towards a light green jar covered in dust, and yet he felt another pull so to speak, as he walked downt he length of the entire shelf, leading towards a black jar. This black jar wasn't as covered in dust as it was the light green one, but he took it down anyways. Then another pull led him upward. There was a bottle just above his head and, luckily for his height, he reached for it and grabbed it. It was dustier then the previous two. Covered completely.
Coughing a little, he brought the jars and bottle over and placed them next to the empty wand. Now, Ollivander said that he needed a handle and a metal. Reaching out with his magic again, he felt himself being pulled to the nearest work bench where, behold, there were certain metals. Some were white, some were grey, some were even blue and purple. He felt a connection with the black metal in front of him, but suddenly, his hand willingly moved over to the purple metal. He picked it up and placed it by the materials. Now all he needed was a handle. Though a question came to mind.
"What are handles usually made from? Wood mostly?" Regulus said as he walked over to a shelf that looked like there was hardly any dust.
He saw many designs on the handles. Ranging from runes protections, and carved out animal designs on them. He spotted a peculiar handle that had a spike protruding from the bottom of the handle.
"Back in the old days, it was said that bones were used to make handles. But you can use wood, to bone, and to metal. Metal and wooden handles are common, bone handles are a rarity. Depending on the creature that has given it up." Ollivander said as he casted a curious look over the materials gathered.
Regulus spotted a rather dark looking handle. It was the same color as the wand wood he had picked out, if not darker than it, but it had a peculiar design on it. It had lions carved into it with celtic accents wrapping around it. Regulus chuckled at the irony.
"Ollivander, what is with this handle?" He asked as he reached out to grab it and his magic reacted to it quite pleasantly, like a fuzzy warm feeling washed over him.
"Which one is it?" Ollivander asked.
Regulus returned with the handle and passed it to the elderly man.
"Oh my!" Ollivander said surprised.
"This, my young fellow, is the bone of the Nemean lion. Granted, the bones were given to me as a gift many years ago, I played with the notion that I could make a handle out of one. Nemean Lions are very rare nowadays. They are currently on the list of rare species to protect the beasts from hunting for their pelts." Ollivander said as he observed the materials on the work bench.
"Your wand wood is Blackthorn 12 and 3/4 inches. How fascinating." He said as he felt the smooth wood on his hands.
He placed the wood down and then grabbed the light green jar and opened it up. Surprise lit up his face.
"Well, we have a dragon heartstring here, but this is rare. From a Arctic Silverflame Dragon. I had a contact 40 years ago who had taken it from the dragon. The Beast was quite docile when left alone, but when it was breeding, it was fiercely protective of it's eggs and of its mate, much more fierce than the Hungarian horntail." Ollivander said as he placed the heartstring by the wand wood.
He grabbed the dusty black jar and opened it up and he smiled.
"Ah, what have we here? War Unicorn hair." Ollivander said smiling.
"War unicorn?" Regulus asked as he stepped closer to Ollivander. He noticed the strands of black hair on Ollivander's fingers.
"War Unicorns are native to the Middle East. They were used in battle and were ferocious warriors. They would gallop into battle with no fear, and would do what ever it takes to win the battle even if their masters had fallen from their backs. Tell me, Mr. Whitestone, are you a warrior?" Ollivander asked Regulus.
He thought back to the time when he had to stay in the shadows during his time as a death eater. In the beginning, it had its charm to join 'Voldemort', but it was lost the moment after his 6th year at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, it was too late. He had taken the Dark Mark and he soul his soul to the devil. In the shadows, he would take out the lower death eaters that didn't matter much. Of course, he had to do it discreetly.
"Something like that." Regulus said vaguely.
Ollivander gave a huff and placed the hairs beside the heartstring. He then cleaned off the dusty bottle with a cloth and the color shone through. It was a blood red color and it looked like there was something in the bottle that he couldn't see.
Ollivander popped the top off and with his pinkie finger, dug inside the bottle and pulled out a feather. A feather that was as red as blood with gold striped through it.
"My, My. I recall fetching this phoenix feather. I had traveled to a phoenix colony in the highlands to find a feather that would be just as pure as the phoenix itself. The Phoenix was a young thing. A runt so to speak, but when I came close to the nest, she came forward, a tiny thing red feathers puffed everywhere, trilling at me ferociously, protecting her siblings much bigger than her. I came back three weeks later and she was fully grown. She had very little gold feathers, but I can remember sitting by her as the sun was setting before she flew away leaving behind this very feather. Quite a beautiful phoenix. Never did see her again though." He said as he placed it by the war unicorn hair.
Ollivander smiled as he picked up the purple metal.
"Corinthian Bronze. Yes, this will be the metal that will be able to bind the cores together. Goblins often use Corinthian Bronze to create their goblin made weapons and jewelry. But this, this will stabilize the three cores and keep them in harmony." Ollivander said as he placed the chunk of metal down by the wand wood.
"Your custom wand will be on par with your mystery wand. Both are strong in many ways, but will be your partners for wielding you magic. I am honored to make this wand for you, Mr. Whitestone." Ollivander spoke as he hurried Regulus out of the work room.
"It shouldn't take me too long to make it for you. Please, take a seat and be patient." Olivander spoke as he slammed the door shut on him.
Regulus went to the front of the shop, found a seat and sat down in it. He wondered briefly, who the materials he had chosen for his new wand would do for him. He was curious about most of the symbolism and the magics that they held. He would have to study up on them in the future. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Sleeping lightly as he waited for Ollivander to finish up his work.
Sirius was looking at the tapestry again. Still glowing that ominous blue. He rubbed his forehead as he tried to understand the mechanics behind the reason 'why'. He even went to the Black Family Library to figure out why is it was glowing. The Black Family tapestry has been around for centuries. So there must've been something in the books that would explain why. But he never found it. What was new though, was that his face on the tapestry was unblemished. So was various other family members that was supposedly blasted off of the family tree. It looked like new!
Currently, Grimmauld Place was currently empty. Harry's friends that has been here for a half of the summer were over at the Weaslys taking a break from cleaning the place. Occasionally, Remus and Nymphadora would come over and keep him company. Better than having Kreacher. Although the annoying house elf hasn't really been around much, which was fine with him. He shook his head and observed the tapestry again. This time something caught his eye.
He noticed Bellatrix's place on the tapestry and was confused about what was going on there. He came closer to the spot of the tapestry and noticed that her picture was surrounded by blood red thread that was stitched to look like blood dripping.
"Kreacher!" Sirius barked. He heard the pop of Kreacher.
"What does Master Blood Traitor want from Kreacher?" The House Elf glared at him.
"What does this mean?" Sirius ignored the jab for once as he pointed a finger at his insane cousin's place on the tapestry.
Kreacher hobbled over and squinted his eyes at the magical red thread that was making itself known.
"Kreacher knows not the magic that is working the Tapestry." He croaked.
Kreacher's eyes then drifted over to Walburga's face and the same red thread surrounded it as well. Sirius was frustrated.
"Kreacher..." Sirius growled.
He really didn't want to ask the insane house elf for help. He'd soon rather cut out his own tongue.
"Is there a book for family tree tapestries?" He clenched his jaw.
Kreacher looked up at him and frowned.
"The Black Library has everything to Kreacher's Master's family. Master Blood Traitor's other blood traitor 'friends' made Kreacher get rid of dark books. Tapestry book...thrown out." Kreacher smiled ever so maliciously.
Sirius felt his temper skyrocket and he aimed to kick the elf, but it disappeared before he could do so.
Sirius knew it was a bad idea to let Molly Weasley take over the cleaning of Grimmauld Place. He just knew it. He turned on his heel and went past his mother's portrait. Doing so made the curtains open and the old bat's screaming. He paid no heed to it. For the past two weeks, that tapestry had been glowing an ombre blue and it drove him nuts. Now that there was red thread appearing over certain family members, he was curious as to WHY it was doing that. He entered the library and started to look at titles that dealt with family tapestries. He came across a few and took them out and placed them on his father's old oak desk. He sat himself down and started reading.
It wasn't long until he heard something coming up the stairs and a light brown hair headed man poked out from around the corner of a bookshelf.
"Padfoot?" He heard his friend, Remus, call out to him. Sirius looked up from his reading and saw the face of his werewolf best friend.
" Hey Mooney." Sirius said as he leaned back, popping his bones as he did so.
Remus winced at the sound.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Just doing a bit of light reading." Sirius said as he pushed the heavy tome away.
"Light?" Remus said as he observed the small hill of books on the desk.
"You call this light? Who are you and what have you done with my best mate?" Remus chuckled.
"Oh, Funny. Something is up with the tapestry downstairs. I want to find out why it's acting up." Sirius said as he stood up.
"Your family tapestry?" Remus asked.
Sirius passed him and waved at Remus to follow him.
"Come on, I'll show you." Sirius said as he walked down the stairs.
After they had quietly passed the portrait of Walburga Black, Sirius guided Remus to the tapestry. Surely enough, the Tapestry changed quite a bit. The were no burns on the tapestry, but there were different colored threads that were surrounding certain peoples.
Bellatrix and Walburga's faces and names were surrounded by blood red thread that seemed to drip like blood. Orion, Cygnus, and Arcturus were surrounded by green thread that looked like thorns. What was Interesting is that Sirius, Regulus, Andromeda (with her daughter Nymphadora below her) and Narcissa (along with her son Draco) were surrounded with silver-blue thread like a halo, except for the fact that Regulus's and Sirius's places on the tapestry had a more darker blue thread to it.
"What does it mean Padfoot?" Remus asked as he looked to his friend.
"Well, I would know if it wasn't for Molly tossing out certain books that pertain to things like this. Despite that fact that my family harbored dark books, they were actually useful." Sirius grudged.
"I'm wondering, didn't your mother burn you off the family tree?" Remus asked as he turned to his friend curiously.
"She did." Sirius said as he stepped forward closer to the Tapestry to observe his 'newly healed' place on the tapestry.
He looked to the side and saw the skull of his deceased brother. He felt another pang in his chest and shook his head. He
"I'll ask Molly is she hasn't tossed out any books from the library lately." Sirius said as he rubbed his forehead.
"Oh? You actually want to go through the books your family has?" Remus asked.
"Well, It's not like I have anything else to do around here." Sirius muttered before turning his back on the phenomenon that was the Tapestry of the Black Family.
Regulus could feel himself being pulled down, down, down into the watery darkness. He could feel the inferi's clawed hands tearing at him, leaving deep penetrating scars as he was drowning. He struggled against the bindings and he reached up a free arm to the circle of light that was above the water. He stretched, reached, and he opened his mouth to let out a gurgled scream. He was being dragged further down away from the light. He could feel the pressure of the water around him crushing him. The darkness closing in on him, but all he focused on was the light above the waters.
Regulus jerked awake as he greedily gulped in breathes of air. Ollivander was right in front of him, observing him. Regulus stilled and sat up straighter and cleared his throat.
"Sorry If I fell asleep." Regulus said lowly.
Ollivander smiled softly.
"You are interesting, Mr. Whitestone." Ollivander paused before reveling the wand that was crafted.
Regulus felt a bit of a pull at the wand as he stood up and reached out to it. Taking it by the handle, he sent a pulse of magic through the wand. Out came black and silver sparks.
"My, My. You must have a great amount of magic." Ollivander said as his eyes glazed over as he looked up at him.
"Runs in the family." Regulus said as he took out a small red bag of galleons and tossed it onto the front desk.
"Thank you for your time, Ollivander. Have a good night." Regulus said as he left the wand shop.
Placing the new wand onto a holster on his left arm, he then decided to pop by Knockturn ally sometime this week to get a new holster and a few items that he may need.
He managed to return to his apartment and entered it. As he did so, he noticed Zoe on the couch petting a little barn owl. Cooing over the fowl as a friend. She was wearing a black sundress, making her white skin stand out even more, her hair was up in a messy bun. He removed his glamor charm and cleared his throat. She looked up and smiled at him. She had her red rimmed glasses on.
"Well, Mr. Whitestone," She said emphasizing his fake name.
"You have a letter from Hogwarts." She smiled wickedly.
Regulus couldn't help be smile back. Perhaps things were turning out better than he expected.
TAL21: Argh! Between Real Life and writing, real life takes over and snatches you away for responsibility…at least I'm still writing right? XD Anyways, sorry for the hold up, I had to re read OotP to get something out for you guys. And I also looked at some Regulus stories, and I have to admit, I enjoy Regulus Black. His personality seems slightly detached here, but let's face it, He had to make up his life again on the fly, he is in enemy territory (Plus you may never know who is a death eater these days) and the fact that he was raised from the dead year safer he died took it's toll on him. He'll be having a break down soon. Black Family Madness and all that. I will be having fun writing that. :D As for Sirius's involvement in the story and how the Tapestry works, take your brains and tell me what you think it means. Because I ain't telling. :D on to the SHOUT OUTS!:
Guest: Trying to explain different type of magic it hard work. You have to really think it through an ask yourself, 'if this is how it works, then it should affect this?'. It's all a different logic together. But fun writing about it. Honestly, The prophecy thing is bullshit. Even if some prophecies came true (in some greek myths, they did come true), it's only because some power hungry mongrel want it to be true. Nuff said. As for the OCs, I'm glad you enjoy them. I would like to add something that would help out Regulus in the long run, so why not some Allys that would be able to help him out. :)
Drucie99: Well you found out how Regulus got Zoe to Britain. And She not too happy about that. XD Harry needs training. Let's face it, you can't just go through life on sheer dumb luck alone. It'll run out eventually. And I Agree with you. Regulus is practically a black slate to work with, so why not make him a little bad ass while i'm writing him? Thats that fun part :D
TAL21: Well that's it for tonight! Next chapter will be a bit of a longer one depending on how I will find time for them. Between Taking breaks in between work schedule and class schedules, it's not that simple. So why is the Black Tapestry on the fritz? Did you like Regulus's New wand? Sirius actually being 'serious' for once and trying to get stuff taken care of in his home? Well, we'll find out in the next chapter. Regulsu makes an Appearance in Knockturn Alley, and Zoe runs into a red head that is searching for help. Sirius gets into an augment with Molly. It won't be Pretty. See you guys next chapter! PLEASE LEAVE OPINIONS, FEEDBACK, AND REVIEWS! They are addicting to me and i will write more if you just review!
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