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" "Slytherin!" He had known it would be. The hat had barely brushed his hair before the word was announced, like a battle cry, to the great hall. Sitting up on the stool, the faces below looked so small. So young. These children, all awaiting their fate, like cattle queued for the slaughter. Regulus felt somewhat separate from them in that moment. How were these children, so uncertain and unsure of themselves, his peers? His equals? At twelve, Regulus was already more than aware of his position in the world. The power he had inherited simply through his name. He was also aware of the position he must play, it was practically pre-written in the family history books. Ink so dark it would stain the skin. Regulus was to be in Slytherin. Just like his father, and his father's father, and the rest of the Black paternal line. Similarly on his mother's side. It was simply in his blood: "Direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin." His mother had once told him. As the sky was blue, water was wet, and snow was cold, the Blacks were sorted into Slytherin. And if they weren't: "They do not belong in the noble house of Black". "
When Regulus first attends Hogwarts in 1972 he is sure of his place in the world. He is sure of who he is and the duties he must uphold. This however, changes after an unlikely friendship blossoms with his older brothers best friend and Gryffindor quidditch captain, James Potter.
Jegulus, slow burn, fluff, enemies to friends to lovers