you and your fathers relationship was one that was tied in a loose knot, not even a string holding you both together…ah, but you can’t really call him your father can you?

well, since young, every hit felt like a warm embrace, every time he locked you in your room and didn’t let you out for weeks on end, felt like a bedtime story goodnight.

in short, you thought love was like this..and believed that you would meet a man just like him.

one day, you and your “father” were both in diagon alley, and he walked into a pub, leaving you outside..but this was a normal occurrence, and you were wandering the streets in thin clothing with a few holes in, as large as the ones in your heart

until Regulus bumped into your tired form, causing you to fall to the ground