Hogwarts 1943, Y/n L/n
The image of raging emotions in the violently shivering, silver-haired girl on the floor is something Regulus Black will never, ever forget. Especially those glistening pale blue eyes that slowly swirled into the midnight abyss as her teary eyes stared up, shocked, at him. Her shaking hands were covering the red discolouration of blood that had pooled underneath her skin. The prints of Tom Riddle's long, slender fingers still burns her skin. She could still feel his icy cold hands grip her neck, sending her chills all over her body.
Her eyes were wide open, staring intently at nothing, and yet her eyes mirrored her choreographed thoughts of everything.
"Hey..." he softly began as he sat next to the girl, disregarding his lack of experience in this 'comforting a girl' field. The Common Room was quiet, and the only noise was the crackling of the green fire and the occasional snifflings of the girl, which interrupts the steady melody created by the storm above the lake.
"I'm Regulus, Regulus Black," he said when she finally lifted her head to acknowledge him when the sobbing had stopped.
"Sorry, I'm not at all presentable." She said as she flashed a weak smile at him, and through her mess, he could see her underlying alluring features. Damned her ocean blue eyes. He could swear to protect her and the thoughts of this ever happening again pained him, and they only JUST met. His emotions confused him to no end. Why?
"You don't need to hide from me. I'm here to help you," Regulus assured.
She looked down at the floor and couldn't help but inch closer towards him until she was in his embrace. It was what she needed at the time and what he wanted but he tried to restrain himself. They sat together, listening to the rhythmic beatings of the rain as it collides and submerges with the Black Lake. From the Common Room, one could see the raindrops pixelates the surface. As calm as she seemed, her traffic of analyses bugged her brain.
How can someone whose beauty would be an understatement if compared to an angel be so sadistically twisted?
Nevertheless, Satan used to be the brightest angel of all.
Hogwarts 1943, Slytherin Dormitory, Tom Riddle
The door slamed hard into the stone walls as Tom panted through his room. He pulled at his tie to give himself some air as his fingers runs through his hair, rufflying up his tidy style. As he slipped down along the walls, he hands contiuned to grip his hair. As the voice inside his head tones down, the defening silence of his dorm made his ears ring. He was angry at himself for lashing out in a public space, he hated how she makes him lose control of himself.
He can't let her toy with his emotions again, not after she played him like that.
A/N: Regulus Black is Wally's cousin in this, and his storyline is not based on JK Rowling's 😂 sorry if it's confusing
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The Monsters in Our Heads || Tom Riddle x Reader
Fanfiction...these contents are not for the faint-hearted. Tom Riddle didn't like to believe that there was a god, that there was someone more powerful than he is no matter how hard he tried. He didn't like how one's power was limited to where one was born...
