Crossing into Regulus

"I have a pact with Severus that I ask him to kill me if necessary," said Dumbledore finally.

Regulus blinked and remained silent for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

Regulus took a deep breath and let out a long one, "I don't know how to comment to maintain the peaceful and friendly atmosphere between us now."

Dumbledore smiled, "Now I'm telling you this plan, whether you have the intention or not, you have already become a participant, one day in the future, I hope you can stay by Severus' side, you can do it ?"

"The day he killed you?" Regulus looked sideways at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised his hand to put his glasses on top, and the eyes behind the lenses were extremely sly, "Can you do it? This is the simplest wish of an old man before he dies."

Regulus shrugged, "Okay, but it won't make up for it. Sev will definitely lock himself in the prison in his heart and never come out."

Dumbledore shook his head, "No, Severus is not that kind of person, as long as Harry is alive and Harry needs help, he won't really shut himself up." He laughed again, "Harry needs his Help, and you can help him, and I suddenly feel like my plan is perfect, oh, really, it's perfect, isn't it?"

Regulus squinted at Mr. Principal who was enjoying himself there, and after a while he said, "If you had told me about this plan before, I might have done more." He suddenly realized that he said that because he didn't Hope the principal dies.

And when he realized this, he suddenly became a little overwhelmed.

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, looking at Regulus through the slid down glasses, "Is that the method that saved you?"

Regulus nodded without hesitation, "Yes, but there are also differences. I may not be able to let you continue to live in this world. It may be possible to go to another world."

Dumbledore was not surprised by what Regulus said, he just smiled and said very gently, "I don't think we need to be obsessed with avoiding death. In fact, I am looking forward to the road after that, so don't worry about it." Think about that again, of course I'm grateful for what you've done for me."

I haven't done anything for you yet.Regulus said nothing.

The two sat quietly for a while without making a sound to each other.

About a few minutes passed.

Regulus said, "Mr. Principal, I'm actually not from here. I'm not an aborigine."

Dumbledore looked at Regulus encouragingly with just the right surprise.

"I'm not Regulus either. That child is dead. I just borrowed his body and soul to survive. I'm sorry about this. His soul is beautiful. I've always been very sad about this." Regulus Ruth emphasized twice.

Dumbledore snorted and nodded.

Then Regulus said, "I have been trying to really enter this place in the past, and I have succeeded so far, but that is because of my power, my magic power was cut off and isolated outside, before today I thought that No big deal, but now I'm like, I've got to figure out how to get them back."

Dumbledore shook his head, "No, Regulus, oh, may I call you that?"

Regulus nodded.

"Okay, Regulus, as I said, I didn't think about using your power before, and I won't in the future. In my opinion, the value of you is actually more than the power you possess worth it, do you understand?"

Regulus opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore, "I know, if you want to say that Harry and I are on good terms, I'm the only person left on Severus who came from the past and didn't have an affair - at least himself I think so, but, well, you are going to say that love is more than everything, I know, and you know that I can't understand, so let's not discuss this topic for a while, shall we?"

Dumbledore looked at Regulus for a moment, then nodded with regret, "Okay, Regulus."

"So can you insist on not dying until I get my magic back?" Regulus asked.

"It's not up to me," said Dumbledore gently.

"……All right."

Regulus stood up after being silent for a while, and walked towards the fireplace, "Then I'm leaving."

Dumbledore sat there looking at Regulus, "Okay."

Regulus stood in front of the fireplace, waiting for the green flame to ignite.

Dumbledore sighed, "Reculus, now that you are truly alive, when will you be able to truly see and feel the world? You must know that life is so beautiful and mysterious, I really hope you can feel them .”

Regulus finally looked back at the headmaster from the flames.

After returning to Black's old house, Regulus told Kreacher not to disturb him, and walked slowly in the corridor by himself.

Came across Sirius at the door of his own room.

Regulus was thinking about what the headmaster said about the beauty of life, so he didn't pay much attention to Sirius, but just greeted him.

Sirius stopped him, "Rael."

Regulus stopped and asked with his eyes.

"You, uh, what do you think? I mean, if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me..." Sirius seemed not used to it, but also seemed timid, his eyes dodged, and he was even a little embarrassed.

Regulus turned to face him, and said with the attitude of a primary school student doing his homework seriously, "You care about me."

Sirius looked down.

"I'm fine." Regulus wanted to reach out and pull Sirius' chin up. He imagined the scene and smiled, "Are you so embarrassed because you have never cared so much about people before?"

Sirius was directly defeated by Regulus, and he also relaxed. He sighed, smoothed his hair, and finally smiled, "Uh..."

Regulus didn't wait for him to utter a complete sentence, suddenly a flash of inspiration, "It's because of you that I'm not dead, it's love, right? Just like what Lily did to Harry."

Sirius closed his mouth, blinked at Regulus, blushed slowly, and took two steps back, "Cough..."

Regulus felt that his thinking was correct. Indeed, he couldn't resist the spell at the time, but he couldn't be killed, he could only be pushed out, so the reason why he can stay here is Sirius .

"Thank you." Regulus said.

Then Sirius' face turned pale immediately.

Regulus didn't understand what kind of reaction this was, and he looked at Sirius suspiciously.The latter's eyes burst into anger, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Regulus' arm.

Sirius leaned closer and said in a low voice, "You thank me?"

Regulus leaned back, he didn't understand what was wrong, but seeing Sirius looking angry and sad, he felt that he was indeed wrong, so he immediately said, "I'm sorry."

After saying this, Sirius was discouraged, and Regulus felt the pain of his loosened arm.

"No, it's me, I'm sorry." Sirius looked disappointed, and smiled again after a while, but it looked bitter.

Regulus nodded perfunctorily, and took advantage of Sirius' distraction to push open the door and squeeze in.

Regulus found that he couldn't forget Mr. Principal's eyes and tone that day.

He unconsciously followed Sif's advice, squatting at home every day and not going out, of course he is not idle, he is trying every day to regain his strength.However, his calling seemed to have no effect, and the world remained silent.

People in the Order of the Phoenix come and go, and you don't need to read newspapers to get a sense of what the current situation is like just from them.

What Regulus was most worried about was not the undercurrents of the world, but Mr. Principal.

Mr. Principal has now started to teach Harry one-on-one, and has arranged his own ending.This is simply a typical old fox's behavior that counts everything, including himself.As a teammate of such a person, you can indeed fully trust him to come back, but Regulus still can't smile and watch them come to an end.After all, he was just getting started when it came to controlling his personal feelings.

The first, of course, is Mr. Principal himself.

Regulus woke up from deep sleep again.

He couldn't understand it, it was his own power, and he didn't take it forcibly from somewhere, how could it be completely cut off?There must be something wrong.

Sirius knocked on the door outside, "Rael, Weasley invited us to Christmas, will you go?"

Regulus blinked his eyes back to his senses, still a little dazed, "Oh."

Sirius pushed open the door and leaned against the door frame with a helpless face, "What's wrong with you?"

Regulus sat cross-legged on the bed, resting his chin on his hands for a while, "...Okay."

Sirius sighed and closed the door again.

After coming out of the fireplace, Regulus put away his contemplation, and gave Molly a big hug with his usual innocent and careless smile.

His heart skipped a beat when he hugged Harry.

It moved just now.

Regulus let go of Harry without changing his expression.

Sure enough, it is impossible to completely cut off.

That thread of connection was actually in Harry, to be exact, the drop of his own blood that had been put on Harry many years ago.

Is it because you have been honest for so many years?

Regulus couldn't help laughing, trying to mobilize that little bond.

Very smoothly, the power that was isolated from the outside raised its head, and a weak pulsation was transmitted.

The world didn't react.

Regulus hooked his fingers.

A small torrent flowed in cautiously, and finally lingered around his fingertips.

Harry in the kitchen didn't notice it.

Regulus took it into his pocket, wondering whether Harry could bear it, or how much power Harry could bear.

Throughout the day, Regulus squatted in the kitchen and pretended to sleep.

Not even the unpleasant arrival of the Minister for Magic had failed to impress him.

There was Molly's favorite family show in the evening, and Regulus was able to continue pretending to be asleep in the living room.

When Harry went to his room at night, Regulus sighed.

If Harry didn't realize it, then I don't know which year it will be, and Mr. Principal must have died by then.

Regulus decided to give Harry a little intensive training.