•harry potter x reader oneshots and imagines

•la llorona•rab•2/?

part two of ?parts
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sleep had struggled to take hold of regulus that night. la llorona's haunting melody echoed in his mind and the darkness of his eyelids brought flashes of what woman his brother could've seen. he lay on his back and stared up at the faint outline of his four-poster-bed's ceiling.

the lake shone through the large mirror and casted an eerie green glow on the room. some nights, the giant squid would make rounds of the slytherin area of the castle, peering through the windows and almost protectively watching the children. today was one of those nights.

regulus pushed himself up as the squid swam up to the glass, it's blurred edges coming into focus, but not fully. a hand-like feature attached to a tentacle pressed itself on the glass. a small smile crept onto regulus's face; animals really can sense when something is wrong. laying on his side and pulling the covers over himself, he watched the squid swim gently around the glass while doing somersaults and flips in the water. regulus's eyes began to slide shut as the giant squid lulled him to sleep.

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a pink sunset blessing his eyes.

a field of long, purple grass tickling his feet.

a breeze gently fluttering his hair.

a soft, tanned hand holding his.

a feeling that he'd been here before.

regulus turned his head to see the person grasping his hand. there sat his y/n. his beautiful, beautiful y/n. clad in a white dress with her hair cascading over her shoulders.

but something was different. but he couldn't put his finger on it. maybe it was the clearer skin. maybe it was the pinker lips. maybe it was the purple eyes that matched the grass or the aura of danger. he couldn't say, but something was different and he wondered if it was really his y/n.

she turned to him, eyes glimmering. she took in his appearance, taking her time to admire him. however... there was a slight look of obsession. she tilted her head slightly and a small frown creased her unnaturally smooth skin.

"what's wrong, reg?" her voiced echoed as she spoke and that's when he knew - this definitely wasn't his y/n. only the marauders ever called him 'reg', y/n found it too casual.

the obsessive look in dream y/n's eyes hardened to a look of anger. her grip on his hand tightened as she squeezed.

"y/n..." reggie didn't know how to handle the situation.

"reg..." she tilted her head to the other side and lowered her voice. reggie felt his throat tighten as his breath got caught. "is there a problem?"

"I know this is a dream." y/n's face contorted to a look of anger and her pupils seemed to leak into her irises as they turned pitch black. her dress began to crease and slowly dishevell - as if aging and dying. her tan skin started to wither and crumble as it began flaking. her dark hair became greasy and started thinning, the strands peeling from her head turning to small clumps.

and that's when he saw her.

he realised that this definitely was no longer any form of y/n. she crawled over to him at inhuman speed and produced a rusty dagger from her dress.