the_noble_black | oo1. [Accidental Video]

[The video feed clicks on with a wet, sopping sound. The sound of waterlogged fabric slipping along itself. There's a resounding thud as the figure crashed to the floor. It's hard to see, at first- whirling, obscuring robes, collapsing in on itself, water flung off of fabric and skin and blurring the camera.

Black, waterlogged hair, clinging to soft, pale cheeks. Gray eyes, visible just for a moment, before the boy convulses on his hands and knees, retching, emptying murky water from his mouth, his throat, his lungs. The water tinges pink; blood stains at his lips. He trembles, shakes, screams, and the weight of his wet cloak overpowers him, drags him down into the ground his nails scratching bloody marks into the floor as if he's still drowning. There's only a flash of his left forearm, but the traces of a tattoo should be burned enough into the memory of anyone who cares to recognize it.

But this isn't about Regulus Black being a Death Eater, it's about Regulus Black being dead.

Or- close enough, anyway.

The feed goes black after another long moment]

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I have plenty of grounds.

_{[He saw your death. Death by Inferi. Really?]}

Tell me what's going on here.

[Cut the chitchat, he's fucking confused.]

You forgot the 'please'.

_{[But he continues anyway.]}

It's an alternate dimension by the name of Adstringendum. A compression of multiple worlds and timelines due to the brilliant mistakes of some Muggle scientists.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Now tell me the truth.

_{[The eyebrow loses a little something after the whole drowning and almost dying bit.

Have an eyebrow back. This is the truth, sadly.]}

Right.

[He tries to breathe a bit.]

Harry Potter. Who's he?

_{[Immediate annoyance. Or rather, further annoyance.]}

Guess.

And here I was hoping someone would get around to killing Potter before he reproduced.

[Dryly.]

A year too late, unfortunately.

-oh.

[He doesn't know what to think about that.]

...my brother?

Did not reproduce, thankfully. Azkaban may have interfered with those plans had he ever made them.

_{[Not to mention the whole dying bit about fourteen years later.]}

Azkaban.

[He goes quiet for a moment, thinking.]

Good. He needed it.

[It's meant to sound coldhearted, and a small part of it probably is. But Regulus, for all he disliked his brother, would rather have a living one than a dead one. And if Azkaban and Hogwarts were the only two places Voldemort couldn't reach, then that was where his brother needed to be so he couldn't do something stupid and get himself killed.]

He hardly learned anything after he managed to escape.

_{[Read, he died anyway.]}

Severus.

[He heaves a sigh.]

Just tell me.

You'd have to ask something, in that case.

How long did he live?

Thirty-seven years.

Bastard.

[He lets out a vague smile though.]

And how old are you?

If we are including the year I have been stuck here... Thirty-nine.

Congratulations on outliving them, then.

[Sliding back to the floor- standing is too much effort right now.]

Alright- multiple worlds. I've had people talking to me through the brick over there- [he nods] -and you mean to tell me that they're not from earth?

Not a difficult achievement, considering their combined intelligence.

_{[Looking over at the 'brick'.]}

It is called a PCD and you'll have to learn how to use it. And no, not all of them.