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    “Everything will be different now.” She continues. “Starting today...more will be expected of you than ever before. And you can not fail me–fail your family. Do you understand?”

    “Yes, mother.” Because of course he does. Regulus understands what today means. He knows that he will never get a moment to be truly and completely alone again. That is why he had slipped away to the music room instead of attending breakfast. It was his last moment of peace. His goodbye to his old life in which he could enjoy his solitude. Because after today, all eyes would be on him and his family. After today, he would never be allowed to wander anywhere without supervision. Not even in his own home. Because today is the day he becomes a prince.

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    King Riddle has declared the Noble House of Black as his heirs to the Pureblood Throne among a viper pit of power hungry, envious nobles. Regulus and Sirius struggle to navigate life as royals where everyone they meet could want them dead, even those closest to them.

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    Eighth year, and Draco fully intends not to piss people off more than they already were. However, he’s not the best at this so of course, he fails barely three days in. And Potter, per usual, needs to be the solution to every problem.

    "Draco choked out a hysterical laugh that got caught in his throat halfway through, and grabbed the homework he was supposed to be working on. He headed to his room holding back tears. Draco pushed open his door, and closed it behind him. He stood there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, even though it felt that each time he inhaled, air was moving farther and farther away. "

    "“How would you know? You don’t know me.” His jaw clenched, and Draco blinked back any emotion.

    “Yes, I do!” Potter insisted on shoving his wand up at Draco, as a demonstration of his pathetic lack of control.

    Draco corrected him. “No. You know the worst of me.”

    “That’s enough.” Potter remembered himself, and put his wand down, stepping back. He didn’t put it away, however. Why did this always happen? Not once did Draco take out his own wand. ""

     

    I don’t like or support JK Rowling, however I am using her characters, so I apologize.

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