You were sat on your bed, reading a book when Regulus stormed in. What was he doing, you two weren’t friends, he couldn’t just walk in like that? Before you could say anything, he rushed over to you, that’s when you noticed the tears falling down his cheeks.

“P- please help me!” He begged, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark tattooed on his arm. He’d be branded.

You stared at it in shock, not really knowing what to do. “Please.. just- do something!” He was broken.