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My Star, my Sun, my death and your life by So_phi_a
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 Jun 2026
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Sirius fled.
Regulus stayed.Voldemort believes he has the loyalty of the Black heir.
James Potter believes he hates him.
They are both wrong.
As the First Wizarding War spreads and the secrets of the Horcruxes begin to emerge, Regulus Black finds himself torn between the family that raised him, the Dark Lord he swore to serve, and James Potter—the last person he should care about. Because Regulus may not love like other people.
But when someone becomes his...
He never lets go.
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Quando Hannibal conheceu Will Graham (o homem que, três anos antes, tinha levado a culpa pelo Estripador de Chesapeake), ele esperava apenas entretenimento. O que ele recebeu foi seu primeiro gosto de obsessão. Escuro e amargo no fundo da garganta, mas inebriantemente doce na língua. Ele soube imediatamente que esse sentimento, este Homem, iria consumi-lo.
E Hannibal consumiria Will em troca.
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James Potter and Regulus Black were never meant to love each other.
Not in the middle of a war. Not standing on opposite sides.
Not with time running out.But love happened — quiet, urgent, inevitable.
James was made of sunlight, laughter, and reckless hope.
Regulus was made of shadows, secrets, and the weight of a legacy he never chose.
They found each other in the hidden corners of Hogwarts, where no one was watching and the heart could speak freely. And for a brief, fragile time, they learned what love could be.But the world was falling apart.
And Regulus decided to destroy it from the inside.
Alone.
As he always had.James waited for him.
Regulus never returned.- Language:
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The first thing James noticed about his son, besides his messy hair, were his eyes. They weren't gray, not that gray. The kind that looks like mist, like melancholy, like a gray cloud before a storm, like those ancient Greek statues, so otherworldly in their beauty.
They were green, green like grass in spring, green like the stem of a lily, green like the branches of a lily, green like the paints ghosts loved to use most in their paintings.