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It’s the summer of 1977 and the crickets have turned silent.
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After Regulus reaches past his 'expiry age' according to pureblood society, and with no marital prospects left except for the opportunists looking to take advantage of the Black family's predicament, he is allowed to marry James on the condition that Regulus will conceive an heir no matter what it costs and that James will move in to live with him into Grimmauld Place.
James follows him into the imperial Black family to protect him.
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06 Jul 2026
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Sirius was in Azkaban. Harry was in his own sort of prison. The Ministry was in denial. Regulus was in New Hampshire, and he had promised himself he was leaving it all behind. But then, there he was, dragging his half-dead brother home...
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- Part 2 of One More Brevity
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Regulus Black never imagined raising a child. But when his best friend dies, leaving her daughter in his care, he is overwhelmed with fear for the future.
Desperate and out of his depth, he moves to the same neighborhood as his brother, hoping to get all the help he can.
Little does he know, he's about to find that help —and much more— in unexpected places.
Also, there's this hot dilf who teaches the neighborhood's kids.
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"It takes a village to raise a child" is a proverb that means that an entire community of people must provide for and interact positively with children for those children to experience and grow in a safe and healthy environment.
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Sirius was 11 and changing his fate; 15 and living up to his name; 16 and leaving home, coming home; 17 and signing up for war; 19 and mourning; 20 and a godfather; 21 and finally brotherless and so. Fucking. Cold.
Regulus had never made the right choice. Not when he was 11, sitting on a stool in front of the entire school, while a hat debated his fate. Gryffindor or Slytherin; lion or basilisk. 'Please,' Regulus had whispered, tiny and trembling and full of ice-cold terror. 'I can’t go anywhere else'. He was 15 and choosing to stay behind; 16 and choosing to take the Mark; 17 years too late; 18 and choosing to be here, now.
(You know what they say about the Blacks; their tragedies are written in the stars)