Love Stories

Prophecy

Second born of Black, shall marry she of impure blood.

Second born of Black shall have a halfblood heir.

Second born of Black shall fall in love with she of muggle heritage but magical nature.

"A muggle born?" Whispered Walburga Black utterly horrified as her husband told her of the prophecy,

"The second born son of the ancient and most ancient house of Black will marry she of impure blood," Said Orion, their whispers were hushed as they spoke over the crib that contained their newborn son, "That's what the seer said,"

Walburga glanced at the sheer bundle of innocence that was Regulus Black, merely three weeks old and the least fussy of the two babies she had,

"It's a prophecy, Walburga. It will happen no matter-"

"No. No it will never happen." Said Walburga, shaking her head, she would never allow her precious son to fall into the grips of some mudblood temptress- "We will keep him from them,"

"From what?"

"The mud bloods. He will attend Durmstrang. He will remain here over the summers. He will marry someone we select we will protect our bloodline," Said Walburga her husband nodded in acknowledgement of her wishes,

"Of course."

Regulus Arcturus Black. The proud son, now heir of the Black family, he walked down the street hastily desperate for air, turning corners without looking twice before he knew it he had collided with someone, he stumbled back, muttering apologies,

"I'm sorry," he said, looking down,

"Are you alright, sir?" Asked a feminine voice and he looked up to face her slowly, no one ever asked him that,

"I- I'm fine, Miss, just," He looked up and around, he rarely ventured this far into the muggle world, "Where am I?"

"Are you alright?" She asked again,

"I'm fine I just don't, um,"

"Are you high?"

"High?"

"On something."

"No, no, I just don't get around London much," he said panic still fresh in his tone, "Where, where?"

"I could buy you a map, sir," said the girl, "You want to sit?" She asked, and he nodded, sitting on the bench, she sat beside him, "So, uh, got any hobbies?"

Regulus shocked himself back into his senses, realizing anew where he was,

"Are you a muggle?" He asked without a second thought,

"No. I'm not." Said The girl, and he nodded, "What are you prejudice or something cause I'm-"

Regulus was looking at the sky,

"You aren't a serial murderer or anything, right?" Whispered the girl, leaning away from him a little,

"No, no, I just, I'm upset." He concluded, she tentatively put a hand on his shoulder, and he seemed to snap back into reality, straightening his posture and regretfully she moved her hand, "terribly sorry to bother you, Miss, I should probably,"

"You really think I'm going to let you wander off on your own? You might get hit by a bus or something. I can walk you wherever you need to be," said the girl,

"What?"

"My conscience. Must remain clear. You were headed somewhere?" She asked,

"I just wanted to get away from everything," muttered Regulus,