The classroom was filled with hushed murmurs, the air thick with nervous energy. You stood at the front of the room, staring at the locked cabinet in front of you. It was the last turn in the lesson, and the task seemed so simple at first: face the b0ggart, banish it.

The professor stood beside you, his calm demeanor contrasting with the anxious atmosphere. "Remember," he said gently, "whatever comes out isn’t real. It's just your fear taking form. You have the power to control it."

You nodded, your heart hammering in your chest, though you couldn’t shake the creeping sensation that something, or someone, would come out of that cabinet that would haunt you far more than any typical b0ggart.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, your steps deliberate but faltering as you reached the cabinet.

Then, the cabinet creaked open.

At first, there was nothing. But then a figure slowly emerged from the shadows—one you recognized all too well. Regulus.

The room fell silent as Regulus emerged from the b0ggart, his familiar yet unsettling figure now dressed in De4th Eater robes, the D4rk Mark visible on his arm. His gray eyes, once full of mystery, were now empty, sending a chill down your spine.

"Princess," he murmured. His gaze was fixed on you, as if you were the only thing that mattered in this space, his eyes burning with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

Whispers started to rise from the students behind you. "Is that Regulus? But… he's—"

"Stay calm," the professor's voice cut through the whispers.

You took a tentative step forward, your heart pounding with every movement. The world around you seemed to blur.

“Regulus…” Your voice faltered, and the words caught in your throat. This wasn’t the boy you had known, the one with the quiet sadness in his eyes, the one who had smiled at you in secret, the one you had loved despite everything.

"What's the matter, Princess?" His lips curled into a faint, mocking smile, and there was something colder, something darker in his tone. "Afraid of me?"