Dementors of the Blakes

My name is Regulus James Black.

I'm a wizard, I studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Slytherin House.

My mother was Lyra Black, and she was a half-blood wizard, and my maternal grandfather was a pure-blood wizard, but my maternal grandmother was only a Muggle, and she was a magical Oriental.

My mother's black hair and black eyes came from my maternal grandmother, and I got my black hair and black eyes from my mother, but my father insisted that it was from the Black family, well... it's pretty much the same anyway.

My father's name is Sirius Black. It is said that he is a war hero. He is said to have had a very legendary experience. He is the godfather of the savior Harry Potter. To a certain extent, he has a very high status.

He was born in a corrupt pure-blood family, but he was able to break free from the ancient shackles and go his own way without hesitation.

He is a role model.

But in my opinion, the reality is not like this at all.

My father is not the kind of hero that people say at all. He is a very casual and seemingly ordinary person. I have never seen him do anything earth-shattering and extraordinary. He Just stay at home, in a daze, or continue to be in a daze.

This is not a role model... he is simply a decadent uncle.

If I had to add an adjective, I reluctantly concluded that he is a kind and decadent uncle.

he treats me well.

My father is different from other people's fathers. He also loves his son. Others call it a strict father, but here I call it doting.

In addition, my mother is a very gentle mother, so I still can't help feeling that I didn't grow up to be a generation of playboys. It is really the ancestors of the Black family who burned the incense...

When it comes to the Black family, I can't help but go further and want to say a few words.

Rumors from the outside world don't have a good reputation for the Black family. Although this family has produced a war hero, but... my father should have broken with the family and been expelled to some extent.

However, I think my father still loves his surname.

He told me that the three words of Black need me to continue and inherit. He never slandered the family that broke with him in his education. He taught me the glory of the family, but he did not force me to obey.

But I want to obey because I love my last name and I love my family.

When mentioning the surname Blake, one has to mention another person.

My uncle, Regulus Alphard Black.

He is also a war hero, because he once betrayed Voldemort and destroyed one of his Horcruxes, and contributed to the victory of the war, but he is not widely known, nor is he as famous as my father. Praise.

He was lost in the torrent of time and was gradually forgotten.

But it was impossible for me not to notice my uncle, although I had never seen him since I was born.

For, my name is Regulus James Black.

My name is the continuation of that person.

My father is unwilling to mention anything about my uncle, and I rarely get news about my uncle from others. It is better to say that he is unknown than mysterious.

Occasionally, some clues can be heard, all of which are saying that my uncle is an introverted and cowardly person. They all say that the only brave time in his life cost him his life.

I don't believe it, because the Black family will never have cowardly blood.

The more harmless the person looks, the more terrifying and hot things may be hidden in his heart, and there is something that outsiders can understand and see through.

So, I became even more curious about this uncle.

My father didn't say anything, so I decided to find the answer myself.

I found that the relationship between my father and my uncle was not good before, but it was very strange. I could clearly feel that my father missed my uncle. He even used his name to name me. This is not a bad relationship, it is clear It's because they are in love with each other... No matter how bad it is, it's also my father's single parent and single love...

Rumors... are the most unreliable, and discovering the secrets under layers of camouflage is also the most exciting.

So, I make persistent efforts.

I never gave up looking for the truth about my uncle, and finally I found out that the truth I have been pursuing is right next door to my house...

Next door to my house is a deserted villa. Although it seems that someone has been taking care of it, the owner has never come back. Occasionally, a dog barks from inside. It is a bit gloomy. It is a famous mysterious haunted house nearby.

Inadvertently, I discovered that my father liked to sit in front of the window at home when he was in a daze, and then stared blankly at a certain balcony of that house. That kind of look... could not be said to be blank, but more like Empty, like indulging in your own things.

Sometimes he would look at me with this look, and I thought it was weird at first, but only once in a while when he slipped his tongue did I realize that my uncle and I look alike.

He was thinking about Uncle Regulus, that house must have the secret I wanted.

I went to the town to investigate, and I knew that many, many years ago, there used to be a strange bandaged man named Rael White in that villa.

When I heard the name, I understood everything.

That is my uncle, Regulus Alphard Black.

Strange, he should have died earlier, how could...

My intuition told me that there must be a more astonishing secret hidden in it. I think I am excited. I want to visit the haunted house at night to discover the truth.

I sneaked in while my father was away. The protective spells in the house can stop Muggles but not me. The most troublesome blood test has become the best solution for me.

I dived in without a hitch.

The inside of this villa looks very tidy, not at all as old as the outside, but the light is too dark, no moonlight shines in.

I fumbled and looked around, and noticed that a door on the second floor was half open. I realized that there might be someone in that room, so I went up the stairs quietly.

I quietly came to the door of the room and looked inside secretly.

I saw my father, half lying on the big bed in the room, staring straight at the ceiling, as if he was lifting a dead body...

God, he has to go out for a while every day, just to come to the haunted house to lie down for a while?

This looks more like waiting for something silently.

I was so surprised for a moment that I made a little noise, and my father obviously noticed it. He sat up suddenly and looked in the direction of the door.

I felt that I couldn't escape, so I obediently pushed open the door and walked in. My father's confused eyes suddenly burst into a brilliance that I had never seen before, as if I always thought he was alive, but until this moment. Discovered that he had never lived and was about to.

He asked softly, "Rey."

I blinked, but he never called me that, so I was puzzled and said, "Dad."

My utterance seemed to break a magical spell, and instantly dissipated the light in my father's eyes. He looked at me blankly, as if he only recognized me now.

I suddenly understood that he just regarded me... as my uncle.

It is said that my uncle and I look very similar, and I am 16 years old this year. At first glance, I look like an adult body, which is indeed easy to be mistaken in the dark.

Most importantly, this house requires blood magic to enter.

I'm not my uncle, I've let my father down.

I suddenly felt sad in my heart. I have been investigating my uncle's affairs, but I didn't realize until this moment that maybe every time my uncle is mentioned, it is waking up the dream in my father's heart.

So he didn't want to talk about it because it was too painful.

But I have been too willful, I did not see through.

My father closed his eyes, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort to calm down. He waved to me, and I walked over obediently, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He touched my head and seemed to be a little emotional: "Little devil, after all, you are more like me. How did you get into Slytherin with your curiosity?"

I blinked, the Sorting Hat is getting bigger and bigger, it is inevitable that there will be times of confusion.

"Why do you want to know about your uncle?"

I continued to blink, and I really wanted to nod in my heart, but looking at my father's tired face, I couldn't make a sound.

My father and my mother were a certain age when they got married, and now I'm 16 and he's old too.

What's more, in the past few years, he has aged very, very fast. I always think that it is because he is unhappy, he has something on his mind, which consumes his energy and wears down his life span.

I put my hand around my father's and shook my head at him.

I don't want to know about my uncle anymore, it must be a very sad story.

He didn't want to say it, maybe because he didn't want to share the story with anyone.

No matter how regretful and sad it is, it is a story that belongs only to him.

It is his most precious treasure.

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I - Regulus James Black, at this moment, have finally grown up.

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