3 Works by Ibbsterkisster
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It has been three years since the Muggles in the United Kingdom fell under the Dark Lord’s reign.
It has been three years since Lord Voldemort went mad and snapped the wands of everyone who opposed him.
Three years since Regulus Black last opened his mouth to speak.He sat on a throne made of broken wands and snapped bones.
He tortured the boy who had glimpses of precious information locked inside his head.
He made a mistake involving the brother.A war has to be fought, and it’s time for light and dark to become grey if they ever wish to see the blue of the sky again.
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Or the one where Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix unite with their muggle companions to fight against a maniac and use whatever they have against the monster hiding behind a mask.—
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Climbing into his head was easy. When pleasure reached its peak, all walls crumbled down, allowing him a glimpse inside. Another trinket, another location.
It was worth the pain. The blood. The numbness.
War was made for sacrifices, and Regulus Black had given his own body, his sense of sanity, his life, up for the Greater Good. It was okay. It was fine. Everything was fine.
But when a certain green-eyed boy gets thrusted into Regulus’s arms, and he’s given the responsibility to care for him until it’s time for the butcher to come out, Regulus is forced to decide whether the end of this war is worth setting aside his morals, his soul, and possibly his life.
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Or; the one where Regulus gets forced out of hiding to face the world, make the right but painful decisions, and fights with more than just one Dark Lord.
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He was in his home.
Day in, day out.
Eating his food, opening locked doors.
Taunting.
Watching.
Touching.
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There was only so much Draco Malfoy could take. He was intelligent, he could see what was happening, what he was fighting for, what he had to pay for a cause he didn't even believe in. He wasn't brave, he didn't rush into situations without thinking first. He wasn't a Gryffindor.
Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin.
And he was about to show the world and a certain green-eyed Saviour, how useful Slytherins could be.-
Make a plan.
Unite the Houses.
And persevere.
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Or: the one where the Houses reunite to kick Voldemorts ass while Harry and Draco are boyfriends—
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