This is the story of a boy. Named "Regulus". And it starts, with the sun. That's you. The sun. His sun. An adorable Hufflepuff he loves.

You met Regulus on the train your first year at Hogwarts. From best friends, to stargazing at night, to kisses in the rain. The span of five years brought you two closer until he never wanted to let go. You didn't care about who his family was or his house. You loved him. And he loved you.

You were the captain for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Probably the best captain for Hufflepuff since Hogwarts was made. And even when you two went up against eachother, he would sometimes let your team win. Like this match.

Your team's seeker and Regulus were chasing after the Snitch, both preparing to grab it. When he saw your face watching your teammate closely, waiting for their hand to grab the Snitch. And he slows down. Just slightly. Just enough to let your team win. The stadium erupts in cheers and you get off your broom, running to your teammate, along with the rest of your team.