you're nobody until somebody loves you
A HariPo drabble collection
by mew-tsubaki
Tags: M&MWP, cross-gen.
- ^-^3
The Quidditch pitch was the last place he found solitude these days. School would end in a few months' time, and his Dark fate awaited him, but still the pitch and the air called to him.
Madam Hooch didn't chide him when she found him (often) flying by himself. Nor did she pester him about abandoning his team and his captaincy.
No, she spoke of flying and the game and broom models. Talking with her, flying with her—Regulus' old soul was matched by Hooch's, and he wondered if he ever got the point across as they debated risky maneuvers.