[HP] Lost and Returning

On Christmas in the sixth grade, Regulus went to Malfoy Manor because the Dark Lord summoned him.

It was the first time he saw the legendary king. The man looked about [-] or so at most. Saluting, bowing slightly, he tried to make his words respectful: "It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness the Dark Lord."

"The youngest son of the Black family." The man on the stage just waved his hand casually, motioning him to look up.

Regulus straightened up slowly, he hated the oppressive atmosphere here.

"Master, Regulus is very happy to serve Master, please grant him a mark of glory." Bella was delighted, Sirius' stupidity caused the Black family to lose face for a while, now with Regulus, It is enough to show the loyalty of the Black family.

Regulus cringed at the idea, but he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction. He noticed the scrutiny from the Dark Lord, and he didn't dare to move.

"...start the banquet." A cold voice sounded in the huge hall, and no one dared to question it.

Narcissa squeezed her younger brother's hand in relief. She didn't understand what the Dark Lord's attitude meant. Are you dissatisfied?

Regulus breathed a sigh of relief, and silently retreated to the last table. He didn't socialize with anyone, but ate in silence and listened to the people around him. The Demon King was so cowardly that he couldn't show his service, Regulus could only nod honestly, but in his heart he wanted to leave the banquet as soon as possible.

As the banquet drew to a close, the chief man left first, and Lucius naturally prepared the best room.

Everyone saluted respectfully, and when Regulus had already made up his mind to run away, he heard the man's calm but majestic words: "Regulus, come with me."

The nobles couldn't hide the surprised look on their faces. Few people could get the honor of meeting the Dark Lord alone. Many people looked at Regulus enviously, wondering how this kid would have such good luck.

Regulus's heart tightened, but he had to leave the hall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Narcissa's worried eyes. He was also very scared. Why did the Dark Lord see him alone?

The two walked one after the other until they walked into an exquisite and elegant study room.

After standing still, Regulus kept his eyes fixed on the floor, and when he realized that there was only him and the Dark Lord in the room, he even found it difficult to breathe.

"What a terrible Christmas?" The magnetic voice sounded first, different from the indifference in the hall, it seemed to be a little mocking.

But Regulus didn't hear it at this time, he was at a loss when he heard the sound: "No..."

"Head up." A little impatient this time.

The palms of Regulus' hands hidden under the robe were covered with cold sweat. He raised his head in fear, not knowing what to say. After all, this was the first time for the 16-year-old him to face such a situation.

The man looked at him with his chin in his hands, curled up his mouth, showed a smile, and said softly, "Tom? Riddle."

ah?Regulus' heart suddenly rose to his throat, how could the Dark Lord know this name.

"This is my old name. If you like, you can call me Tom." The man looked at the other party's reaction with great interest: "Of course, you have to pay attention to the occasion."

"Ah—" Regulus, whose face suddenly turned pale, pointed at the man standing at the pinnacle of the magic world: "You——"

"I didn't know you had the habit of stuttering." Tom found it more and more interesting. After accidentally discovering a hidden sentence under a certain letter, he just sent a contact book over as a game. The tone of voice made him feel very fresh, and after a year of written communication, Tom found that he liked this boy very much. He was docile but had a personality, and he also had his own opinions on black magic. It was a pity to be a servant for such a person.As for Regulus’s last friend’s name, he thought it was pretty good, so he told him his real name, but this young man actually burned the contact book (destroy one, and the other will also be destroyed) !

Regulus' face turned pale and then green, Merlin, he's going to faint!He seemed to have scolded the other party as an idiot, satirized him a lot, and even called the Dark Lord...

Tom pulled a book from the shelf and handed it over. "Look at this, and tell me what you think."

Regulus took the book numbly, before he fully recovered, he replied reflexively: "Okay, my lord."

"It's Tom." The man raised his eyebrows, a little disgusted by the compliment.

Regulus came back to his senses this time, his fair face turned red immediately, and he said in a small voice, "Well, Tom."

Tom laughed and watched the boy run away as if he was running away, it was so funny.

……

Regulus avoided every relative who came to ask him, he locked himself in the bedroom for a long time, but he couldn't find his thoughts, oh, Merlin, he actually played the pen pal game with the Dark Lord for a year !

Touching the book cover in his hand, Regulus felt extremely complicated. His only friend is the Dark Lord?It was really unrealistic. No wonder the other party knew so much about black magic. Opening the book, there were also some things about black magic recorded in it, which happened to be what they had talked about or argued about.

Perhaps the Dark Lord really considered him a friend?Thinking of this, Regulus felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

After Christmas, Regulus returned to school. On the second day of school, an owl put another contact book in front of him, and Mr. Owl flew away in a hurry without asking for anything.

"It's really a powerful aura." Regulus murmured.

After returning to the dormitory at night, Regulus hesitated about how to start his first sentence.From seven to nine o'clock.He didn't write a single word.

[I guess you have been staring at this paper in a daze for at least two hours. ] A line of familiar handwriting first emerged.

Regulus blushed immediately, and he swung his quill brush to write vigorously [Are you reading my joke, really...] Normally, Regulus would call "bastard" but this time , he got stuck, the tone of his writing was already too much, I got used to it...

[Asshole? 】The other party reacted faster than him.

【……sorry. ] Regulus didn't know what to say besides apologizing.

【It’s fine if you are like before, I don’t intend to take an idiot as my subordinate. 】

Regulus opened his eyes wide. He understood that the Dark Lord meant to be a friend, not a subordinate.It's just... wonderful.

【Are you reading again? ] Regulus cleverly changed the subject.

【Yes, how about the book I gave you? 】

[After reading it a bit, I still don't quite agree. 】Regulus hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth【Some of the magic in it obviously violates the laws of nature. If this is the case, the caster will pay a high price. 】【There will be no progress if you stick to the rules. 】Challenging the unknown, Tom is very confident.

【Anyway, I don't think it's good. If you get something, you have to give something. Since there are no successful examples, why treat yourself as a test case on the chopping board. ] Regulus stuck out his tongue after writing. He was probably the first person to call the Dark Lord a test subject.

【……coward! 】Tom wasn't annoyed, he just complained.

Regulus laughed. It turned out that he never knew that the Dark Lord had a good temper. It seemed that the rumors in Slytherin were wrong.

They were discussing the magic of immortality, and this was the first time since they revealed their identities that they had conflicted on this topic.

……

Regulus continued his campus life with a brisk mood. He felt that the whole world had become brighter. He read books every day, did homework, and chatted with Tom at night. They were equal and beautiful. He thought that after graduation, he would Being willing to stay with Tom as a friend was never bad, it was the path he had chosen, so he took it for granted.

After the sixth grade holiday, he went to Malfoy Manor for vacation. On the surface, it was Narcissa's sister's suggestion, but in fact it was Tom's request. For a while, there were rumors in the noble circles that the Dark Lord valued little Blake. For a while, The threshold of Black's house was almost broken by the nobles who came to fawn one after another.

Regulus sat casually in front of the desk, lazily writing words with a quill: "This hidden spell is not good enough." Now that he gets along with Tom, he is already able to take it calmly.

"Oh?" Tom was really good at attacking but not at other spells: "Like your black magic hidden messages in letters?" At least he was good at finding hidden spells.

"Ah?" Regulus blinked blankly, when was he in the letter...

"I remember complaining that Lucius used too much hair gel?" Tom narrowed his eyes, and the teenager's blank expression was very helpful.

"Ah! You peeked at my letter!" Regulus finally knew where the two of them became pen pals. His face blushed uncontrollably. Does this person know all the bad content?What a shame!

Tom was greatly entertained by the boy's embarrassment. He stepped forward and raised his chin: "You are very interesting." Following his instinct, Tom kissed Regulus.

Regulus' face instantly turned red and purple, his eyes were wide open, Tom... kissing him?The 17-year-old boy who is very young about this kind of thing is as stiff as a frozen crucian carp.

"It would be better if you close your eyes." The excited Tom didn't want to let go. He pinched the back of the boy's head and kissed him again, deepening the scale continuously.

Tom means like him?Regulus was in a daze, and the word "like" was turning over and over in his mind.

In the end, Regulus' brain was completely muddled. He didn't remember how he was brought to bed, or how he was stripped naked. He only remembered the temperature of the friction between his skin and his ear. Another person's heavy panting sound, he was a little awake when he felt tingling and discomfort from behind, but he was soon overwhelmed by a kind of extreme pleasure.Feeling tortured and forgetting everything, he faintly heard his own groaning, the intermittent monosyllable made him feel embarrassed, but was quickly ignored.

It was already the next morning when Regulus, who was sore all over, woke up again. When he opened his eyes, he saw the quiet sleeping face of the man with sharp edges and corners. His face was red again, and his surroundings were blurred.The rotten smell reminded him of what happened last night, and he didn't hate it.

Tentatively, Regulus moved his head forward, touched the other's cheek lightly with Regulus's lips, and quickly moved away. He seemed to have fallen in love with this man, very much.

The arm on the waist that didn't belong to him tightened violently, Regulus was startled, and when he came back to his senses, the man had already opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Are you sneaking up on me just now?"

Just for a moment, Regulus was pressed under someone again, Tom licked the boy's earlobe, and spoke again in a hoarse voice: "It seems that you like these very much."

Before Regulus could refute anything, he was brought into another vortex by the man, yes, he really liked these.

Although the two have developed to the point of having sex, they still maintain a normal way of getting along in front of outsiders. One continues to maintain a dignified and alienated tone, while the other bows his head slightly in a respectful gesture. The only difference is that Regule Stan would never open his mouth to call the Dark Lord his master, at best his lord.So other people at most thought that the Dark Lord valued Regulus, and there was nothing extra. Even Lucius and Narcissa didn't find out the secret relationship between the two.

Regulus didn't go back to school after the summer break, and in fact many of the Slytherin seventh years didn't go to class, because the war was approaching.

"How about looking at this, Tom?" Regulus didn't really feel the tension of the war, because he wasn't on the front line.

Tom took a blank parchment: "New concealment spell?"

"That's right, a specific concealment spell." Regulus pointed with a puffy face, "To prevent someone from peeping at it again."

"You think everyone is as powerful as me." Tom boasted without blushing: "How did you do it?" He seldom studied such useless magic.

Regulus smiled triumphantly, explaining that he felt a sense of accomplishment in inventing something Tom wasn't good at.

While taking time to listen, Tom reached out and picked up the other person's waist, and when he finished speaking, the boy was in his arms again.

"My Rael is very talented." Tom's tone was very affirmative. Seeing the young man's blushing cheeks, he was amused. How could this man blush so easily? He was so cute.

Thus, a discussion about black magic ended again on the bed.

That period was the happiest time for Regulus. Even when the battle was tense, Tom would pass him a blank parchment (since they learned this magic, the two of them basically didn't need a contact book) , the words are always very simple, but they can always make him feel at ease.

Everything changed after the new year. Tom became a little irritable, and he ignored him, and even occasionally yelled something. Regulus was only depressed and worried. Could it be because of the battle?But this expression of uncontrollable mood swings is more like...

Regulus knew what Tom was obsessed with researching, and he had no position to stop the other party's experiment, but now he found that things had become very bad, so he sneaked into the bedroom, checked the materials in the bookcase, piles and piles The parchment is full of ideas about immortality and horcruxes, killing people can split the soul, and splitting the soul can brew eternity.

Regulus' hand holding the parchment was trembling. As the Black family, which has been a family of black magic for generations, the first rule of learning black magic is that the soul cannot be divided. He didn't know what the consequences of dividing the soul would be, but He was keenly aware that this consequence had been reflected in Tom.

Until one day, when Regulus was standing in the hall of Malfoy Manor with a group of Death Eaters, he intuitively felt that Tom had really changed.

Because the once elegant and noble man held the wand and cruelly performed the Cruciatus Curse on several Death Eaters who failed in the mission, the sharp and miserable screams could be heard endlessly, and Regulus felt his body temperature gradually drop, as if he was approaching an ice cellar.

"Regulus, their task is entrusted to you, don't fail." The cold Dark Lord stared straight at the black-haired boy with a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Yes." A simple word, full of despair, Regulus closed his eyes.

When everyone around him dispersed, Regulus, who was walking unsteadily, was helped into the dark green decorated room by his sister Narcissa.

"Regulus..." Narcissa gently stroked her younger brother's hair. Her younger brother hadn't graduated yet, but he was already bearing the fate of killing someone.

Regulus suddenly hugged Narcissa tightly, and then cried out louder and louder like a wounded beast.

"Regulus..." Narcissa didn't know what to do other than stroking her brother's back over and over again, and calling her brother's name over and over again. Her brother may be docile but not weak, but now he is crying like this It is conceivable how desperate it was, but Narcissa didn't know at that time that the reason Regulus was crying was not only because of the order, but also because of his lover who had drifted away.

When the sobs gradually died down, he put a hand on Regulus' shoulder: "This time I will go instead of you." Lucius, who was already married to Narcissa, had no emotion in his gray eyes: "One year , after you graduate, you have to do it yourself.”

"Honey?" Narcissa looked at her husband worriedly.

"Anyway, I've killed quite a few people, this time is not missing." Lucius turned his head and left the manor.

"Narcissa?" Regulus's throat was wrenched, he pulled his sister, he wanted to say that his brother-in-law should not be allowed to take risks, but the words that followed were stuck in his throat and he couldn't get out.

"Let him go." Narcissa understood her younger brother's thoughts, she stretched out her hand to wipe off the wet tears on the young man's face: "Go and rest first."

Later, the task was successfully completed, and the credit was naturally on Regulus' head. When he stood in the hall again to accept the so-called praise from the Dark Lord, there was no expression on his face. Tom was gone, and Regulus finally looked up. After seeing the man, he lowered his eyelids, and the man who loved him was no longer there.

In the next few gatherings, Regulus had no tasks. He just stood in the corner of the team as if he was lost, listening to the screams of the Cruciatus Curse. Gradually, he also became numb. .

The last time he saw the Dark Lord was when the other party asked him to provide a house-elf. At that time, the Dark Lord had completely forgotten about him and their relationship.

He lent Kreacher, but kept an eye out, and ordered Kreacher to go home after completing the task.

So Regulus knew of the locket, a Horcrux?Seeing that the Dark Lord is getting more and more crazy, there may be more than one Horcrux.The Tom he knew was obviously such a lonely person, would that person want to see what he is like now?No, this is definitely not what the person he loves pursues.

Are you right, Tom?

Regulus looked at the endless starry sky and asked over and over again: Is this what you want, Tom?

No one answered him.

Regulus dug out the contact book that he had always cherished from home. It was given to him by Tom for the second time. Unfortunately, there was no need for it to exist anymore. Sitting on his knees, he watched those writings turn into ashes. What was in his heart was heartache and despair, but this time, he didn't shed tears. He turned his head and walked into the room, spending the whole night making a fake locket.

He found what he wanted to do, just as he said before, he, Regulus?Black would always only follow the path he chose, and now, he decided to kill the Dark Lord, destroying at least one of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes.

After hesitating for a while, Regulus wrote a note. Apart from those provocative words, there was also a word that was concealed by black magic that only the former Tom could see.

Tom, have you had a chance to see this?

Tom, do you regret it?

Tom, do you... love me?

When being dragged into the dark lake bottom by the Infernal Corpse, what Regulus saw was the peacefully sleeping face of the man, calm and peaceful, and he was cuddling up against that man like a kitten. In my arms, it would be great if I could still get that kind of warmth after death.