Ink in Paper - Regulus Black

I'm back with Book Two! Yay! 

This is a bit of a connection chapter, mostly focused on the Black Family since last chapter was Lupin Family core. It's a bit long, it surpassed 7000 words, but it's not (by any chance) the longest chapter in this fic, so I hope you all enjoy it.

LEAVE COMMENTS (as always)

The metric of the poem he was reading was odd and seemed to be a bit off when he read out loud, but Regulus Black was smart enough to know that translating poems was not the best decision to understand it, but he didn't know Arabic to try and understand the poem in its original tongue.

The frustration was starting to make the room heat up when he got up from his bed to open the windows but was startled by the loud cracking of Kreacher apparating right in front of him, something that the elf avoided doing when they were home alone, often coming to knock on his door like a normal servant.

"What happened?" Regulus asked, hand still on the handle of the window.

"Young Master's has a visitor," Kreacher said.

Regulus sighed, annoyed. Evan always found the weirdest moments to appear out of nowhere in his house, requesting attention and – if the day was good enough – a game of Quidditch in his own manor, appearing to collect Regulus and his broom for the rest of the day, but since it was so late (almost five in the afternoon) it was certainly something else.

"Let him up," Regulus grumbled, opening the window and ignoring Kreacher disappearing from his bedroom.

He fixed his joggers and the white t-shirt he had on, pulling the home-robe tighter around him for some semblance of being put-together. He had spent the whole day alone, lying in bed and reading since his parents were at Narcissa's new summer house, a cottage that Regulus had no interest in even if Narcissa was his favourite cousin.

When his bedroom door opened, he turned to greet Evan only to find Luna standing there.

He froze.

"Hey," he greeted.

It was hardly ideal, he knew. Regulus was not supposed to be alone with Luna anywhere, let alone his bedroom without a chaperone. Now that he stopped and thought about it, it wasn't proper for her to be in his bedroom even with a chaperone accompanying them. Let alone that as soon as he turned and said a single word, she had thrown herself towards him, falling into his arms without a second thought.

Confused by the surprise visit without an adult accompanying her, Regulus just held her close.

"What's happened, Luna?" he whispered on her ear.

"Daddy happened," she answered. "Daddy's a bad person, Regulus. He's a bad person."

He felt her hiding her face on his neck, wetting his robes and skin with her running tears. He held her tighter, hoping that she would calm down enough to speak of what happened so he could help somehow.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, frowning.

"Not really," she whispered against him, voice so muffled that he barely understood it.

He frowned at her answer, not recognising her tone of voice.

"Are you safe?" he asked, changing his approach.

She nodded against him.

"We're at the Potters'," she said.

She sniffed, hiding herself deeper into the crook of his neck. He could feel her breathing against him and could feel how her breathing was uneven as her shoulders shook against his body, trying her best to control her crying.