regulus hurt fanfiction

Regulus Black was a tragic supporting character in the original story, the good son of the Black family, one of Voldemort’s earliest sacrifices. In 1961, he opened his eyes again, but the soul inside him had changed. Facing the crushing shackles of a Pure-blood family, the dark age rising with Voldemort, and a fate that pointed straight toward death, he chose to lift his head and look to the stars. Magic was the power to reshape reality. So why did wizards use it only to fight for authority and advantage? Why had a magical civilization thousands of years old never considered stepping beyond Earth? If Muggles could do it, why couldn’t wizards?

When Regulus Black opens his eyes in 1961, the soul staring back is not the one that closed them. Reborn into the ancient and ruthless House of Black with the mind of an adult and ambitions that reach past the veil of stars, he refuses the tragic footnote history has written for him. As Voldemort’s shadow lengthens across wizarding Britain, Regulus walks the knife-edge between legacy and destiny. In the serpent’s nest of Slytherin he hones forbidden arts long forgotten—star-orbit meditation that bends reality, a Patronus born of cosmic fire, spatial folds that laugh at distance and wards. He forges uneasy alliances with Lily Evans, Severus Snape, and the calculating heirs of dying bloodlines, all while the Dark Lord’s gaze grows hungrier. But Regulus has seen beyond the war. Beyond blood purity, beyond thrones and graves. The stars call to him with a promise no wand can match: freedom from the chains of earth, a magic vast enough to rewrite the rules of existence. While others claw for power in the dirt, he reaches for the infinite. Torn between the brother who chose rebellion and the family that demands obedience, between the war that devours and the cosmos that beckons, Regulus must decide what he is willing to burn—and what he will become when the last star ignites. > “My journey is the sea of stars. And I will suffer no obstacles in my path.” A haunting, philosophical dark fantasy for readers who crave moral complexity, intellectual depth, and a wizarding world rendered with literary sophistication. ilham20

---One chapter a day and support this if you happened to like it-- Yu Long was a very smart boy for his age. His only wish was to venture throughout the world to see the many wonders of it. With the mysterious book in his grasp, the unknown star that lost it's luster is shining once again! Heir of the Star! Sovereign of the Stars! His presence shining to the utmost greatness! (Note: Yu Long will not follow Tang San and the others. They will meet each other, but it will be at later parts. And also, please read the 'Read This Before Reading this book' on the auxiliary) Disclaimer: The cover is not mine and I tried to find the original artist, but I couldn't find him or her.

Regulus Black— a tragic supporting character in the original story, a dutiful son of the House of Black, and one of Voldemort’s earliest victims. In 1961, he opened his eyes again. But the soul within him was no longer the same. Bound by the heavy chains of a pure-blood family, standing at the dawn of Voldemort’s rise, and facing a fate that should have ended in death, Regulus chose to look up at the stars instead. Magic is the power to reshape reality— so why do wizards limit it to petty power struggles? Why has a thousand-year-old magical civilization never thought of leaving Earth? If Muggles can do it… why can’t wizards? As his path diverges from history, the wizarding world begins to react: Lily Evans: “He’s a different kind of Slytherin.” Severus Snape: “No. He’s a textbook Slytherin—a dangerous one.” Lucius Malfoy: “So… there is more than one choice.” Sirius Black: “My brother is a pure-blood lunatic!” Voldemort: “That Black… his talent is captivating. He must be claimed.” This time, Regulus Black will not quietly fade into the shadows of history.

I don't want to hurt you but I want you to stay.

[Dear user, congratulations on winning a `Harry Potter` themed free tour of the Wizarding World!] An unexpected message popped up on my homepage. [Please enter your Steam account username to confirm participation.] "The fuck is this? Well, I've got time, so why not?" I said and entered my username, "Captain69" "Ugh—" thud! The next second, I collapsed onto my dorm desk. [Transmigration complete!] [Welcome to the Wizarding World, Sir Regulus Arcturus Black!] ... Some years later- In 1991. Harry Potter, full of excitement for campus life, stands on the platform of the Hogwarts Express, surrounded by his parents, godfather, Uncle Remus, and a pure white owl. He says goodbye to each of them with a hug. The wind blows aside his bangs, revealing his smooth forehead above his bright green, almond-shaped eyes. He feels like the happiest little wizard in the whole world. The last to bid him farewell is his godfather, Sirius Black. "Harry, remember, have fun!" Black squats down, his gray eyes shining brightly. "If anything happens, you know, just find Uncle Regulus!" _______ This is a Translation. MTL: Assassin's Creed: Hogwarts I've eliminated the nationalism, corrected the dialogues, names, charms, and spells, and made some changes to certain things. Hope you like it!

Harry Potter is one of the most interesting works created by humans. It has managed to capture the attention of many people around the world. The ideas are interesting; however, the logic is a bit off in many areas. I remember reading a fanfiction where Harry becomes logical and sees through Dumbledore’s schemes, but it ended in disaster. This work is honestly like a dream linked to conscious thought in an attempt to make more sense of that world. So, I will start writing a fanfiction based on this series with no other intention than to create a timeline where everything is at peace. This is my first novel. Guys, go easy on me.

Regulus Black, a tragic side character in the original story, the dutiful son of the House of Black, and an early victim of Voldemort. In 1961, he opened his eyes once more, but a different soul now resided within. Faced with the heavy shackles of a Pure-blood family, the dark era of Voldemort’s rise, and a fate destined for death, he chose to look up at the stars. Magic is the power to alter reality; why do wizards use it solely for power struggles? Why has a magical civilization spanning millennia never thought to venture beyond Earth? If Muggles can achieve it, can wizards not do the same?

Aliens to Gods. From Powers to Magic. From death to life. Where does our Protagonist stand? Well, of course, the top.

A master of magic from ancient Sumer, by a ridiculous accident and a lucky coincidence, after death falls into the body of Regulus Black... Taking control of the body just in time for the death of a not too lucky wizard. Well, along with the body, the new Regulus Black got all the problems that the previous owner of the body managed to accumulate. Now we have to get rid of the slave mark, wage war with the local dark lord, and also drag the decapitated family on our hump. Fun, in a word, but no one said that a new life should be given just like that.