Regulus Arcturus Burberry was one hell of a character. Born in the Noble House of Burberry, had abusive parents, watched his beloved brother get disowned after he fled, becoming a deatheater at sixteen, getting forced into a marriage. Yeah, his life was the definition of hell on earth. And that was even worse when he needed an heir and had a forced child with his arranged wife whom he hated. It’s not like she had liked him any better, of course.

So that basically summed up your home life. Living in a large, empty manor with two parents who desperately try to kill each other every single day. You had gone to Hogwarts, liked by half the people there, and disliked by the other. Considering how badass you uncle Sirius was, but then you were a slytherin and the child of Regulus Burberry. He was a dick in some peoples’ eyes and an icon in some. But either way, life sucked, and your parents didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know what to do with you. They were still young, yes. But you were their child.