The heavy doors of Azkaban creaked open, revealing a young man with jet-black hair. He stepped forward, cradling a small child in his arms, determination burning in his eyes as he made his way through the dark corridor toward a specific cell.
At last, he reached his destination. Heart pounding, he rushed to the bars and called out:
"Brother! Brother, are you alright?!"
A gaunt figure within stirred, his voice raspy with disbelief.
"Regulus? What are you doing here? Who brought you to this place?"
Regulus's voice trembled, the weight of sorrow breaking through his composure.
"Sirius... Brother... (sobs) Our entire family... they're gone. Voldemort killed them all!"
Sirius Black stood frozen, the words hitting him like a thunderclap. It was as if the sky had crashed down upon him.
"Impossible...! Do you even know what you're saying?"
Regulus nodded through his tears.
"And your wife... she sacrificed herself to save me and your son. She gave her life so we could escape... (sobbing)."
Sirius fell silent, his gaze dropping to the floor. His heart shattered as he processed the death of his parents—and his beloved wife—at the hands of that dark monster, Voldemort.
Meanwhile, the child in Regulus's arms listened quietly, a strange look in his eyes, lost in thought.
"Oh my God... I really have been reborn. A miracle happened just hours ago—I died in a car accident, hit by a massive truck on my way to work. I was watching the final Harry Potter movie, the scene where Voldemort dies at Harry's hand. Then, out of nowhere... bam. Now I find myself reborn into the world of Harry Potter... in the Black family. What is this miracle?"
Sirius, now burning with rage, looked his brother dead in the eyes.
"Tell me, Regulus. What happened?"
Regulus took a deep breath and nodded.
"Alright... I'll tell you everything."
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Four Months Earlier – July 31st, 1980
"Regulus, son! Why are you running like that? What's wrong?" shouted Orion Black, a middle-aged man whose tone was laced with urgency.
Regulus, gasping for air, could barely get the words out.
"R-Run! You need to r-run, now!"
A sudden crash echoed through the mansion as the front door—heavily enchanted and guarded—was blown apart.
Orion stared at him, confused.
"What's going on, son? Why are you saying this? Explain!"
His wife, Walburga Black, looked just as alarmed. She grabbed Regulus by the shoulders.
"Tell us now, what's happening?! You're scaring us!"
Regulus, eyes wide with disbelief, muttered:
"It can't be... How did he hear the prophecy...? Is my sister's child going to die...?"
The entire family turned at once to the baby in Melanda Black's arms—Sirius's wife. She held her infant tightly, eyes full of worry.
"What do you mean someone is going to kill my son?!" Melanda cried. "Who is attacking us?!"
But before anyone could respond, footsteps echoed ominously closer, drawing nearer to the dining hall.
Regulus shouted, "We must run! Melanda, give me the child! That man is here to kill him! He's our only hope—when he grows up, I know he'll change this cursed world that Voldemort has plunged into darkness!"
The mere mention of Voldemort's name sent a wave of terror through everyone.
Orion gasped. "Voldemort is the one attacking us?!"
"Yes!" Regulus replied. "There's no time—RUN!"
Melanda burst into tears, clinging to her baby. She knew Voldemort well—and his power. If he was here, it was only a matter of moments before they would all be dead.
"No... No! He has no reason to hurt my son!" she sobbed. "I won't let him take him from me!"
Suddenly, the banquet hall door burst open—and Voldemort himself entered. The stench of blood and death followed him in.
A chill swept over everyone. Their bodies locked in place as sweat dripped from their brows.
"Ah... ha ha ha ha... Do you think you can run from me?" Voldemort sneered. "Thank you for leading me here. Without you, I wouldn't have found the child."
He raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
But before the killing curse could fly, both Orion and Walburga threw themselves in front of the baby, shielding him with their lives.
The flash of green light filled the room.
Both were dead in an instant.
Melanda and Regulus screamed in horror as they witnessed the brutal murder of Sirius's parents. Rage and despair filled their hearts.
"No! No, it can't be!" Melanda screamed, her eyes wild with tears. She turned to Regulus and shouted,
"Take my son! He's everything I have! Promise me—you'll protect him with your life!"
"I'm not leaving you behind!" Regulus cried. "We'll raise him together!"
"There's no time!" she insisted. "Take him and go—I'll buy you time!"
"Dammit! I'm so sorry, Melanda!" Regulus wept as he fled with the child, hearing his nephew's cries echo in the distance.
Melanda turned, tears still streaming down her face, facing Voldemort alone.
Barely a minute had passed since the chaos began.
"You whore," Voldemort spat. "Because of you, the child escaped! I should make you suffer for this!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Melanda knew what was coming. She ducked the curse just in time.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "Impressive... You actually dodged it. But I've changed my mind. I won't kill you quickly. I'll feed you to Nagini instead!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he screamed, putting half his magical strength into the spell.
A blinding green light shot from his wand and struck Melanda directly in the chest.
She collapsed, lifeless—but with a smile on her face. She had protected her son. Perhaps... perhaps he truly would change the world.
Voldemort stormed out, determined to find Regulus and the child. But by the time he reached the secret passage, they were gone.
He let out a furious, inhuman scream.
"ARRRRGHHH!! DAMN YOU! He escaped...! Fine, then. The Potters are next. That boy Harry..
. he's my second threat!"