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𝐚𝐭𝐥: 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

"I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret." — R.A.B

It was just a waiting game for the fateful letter that would bring me closer to my goal and the only attachment to my so-called family. It was boring waiting; I was as impatient as they came.

I sat around the house studying, getting better with magic, learning about Theta's way of life and his specific magic style, and caring for my magical beasts doing well.

The house looked better than ever, the house elves were doing a great job, and Kreacher was a fantastic head elf. Geralt was having as much fun as he could in his 'prison' and getting back into the groove of having a wand again.

The Malfoys had frequented a lot, mainly for dinner, and Draco was a good companion and introduced me to quidditch - it wasn't that bad. He loved coming over to use the field, it was bigger than theirs, and he loved flying around.

Theta had been gone for a few weeks, so it was beginning to get lonely, just the elves, portraits, and my pets to comfort me. At those moments, I was grateful for his presence because I would have genuinely gone mad without him.

"Darling I'm home~" Theta called out into the dining room, pulling at his tie. He looked like a proper husband coming from home; it was amusing.

"Theta," I greeted, moving Caspian, my Wampus onto the seat as I got up; he blinked drowsily at me and looked at Theta, then placed his  head back down and went back to sleep. He was spoiled and lazy, but be was a pet of a Black, so he didn't need to do anything besides be cute.

I had no idea how we came to where we were, but low and behold, we were here. I, Thanatos, the great Death, King of the Underworld, was reduced to a lab assistant.

My cunning and kind Mistress had roped me into the ritual to bring Regulus Black, her mate, back. Don't ask how it happened; it was. I knew Regulus would come back, but I thought I would have more alone time with my cute little Mistress. But my time was up; how ironic for Death's clock to ring.

Mistress Versaileis was hunched over, drawing a large magic circle on the floor with complex, archaic runes mixed in. It was a beautiful work of art, and I felt the power brimming off the chalk powder. The resurrection stone she had gotten prior was now in the middle of the floor. The necklace chain was on the table, and it was amusing for her to use a great artifact as a piece of jewelry, but I had to admit it looked lovely on her neck.

Her elder wand was clutched in her hand, and she stood up, dusting the dirt off her clothes, and dropped the chalk on the floor, away from the circle. "Okay let's bring him back and fingers crossed he doesn't come back as a zombie because i fucking hate zombies," my little Mistress said, putting her hands on her hips and looking up at me, and I was ready to do anything she asked.

I nodded in submission and stood to the side, ebbing death magic into the circle, essentially powering it up. I watched her with her hands outreached and chanting in Latin. The wind ripped through the dark potion room, and the candle fire flickered and grew.

I pushed more magic into it, giving her a boost. It wasn't easy to bring someone back to life, even for me. Minutes later, of loud chanting, the wind stopped, the candles calmed, and an eerie silence echoed. Then the circle lit up, and a naked teenager now lay on the circle.

I pulled my cloak off my body, flung it out, and covered his cold body. I then moved back into the shadows, watching him awaken and my Mistress beaming at the success.

All I remembered was skeletal, cold hands dragging me under the freezing cold water that seemed like tar and filled my airways without hesitance. All I could see was darkness; light quickly faded as I was dragged to the bottom where the souls of the damned resided. It was pure torture for the first moment then I let go.

I stopped thrashing around, trying to reach out towards Sirius's hand, which I wished was there, trying to fight against the water to save me. But he never came.

Time ebbed and flowed into nothing, just the cool touch of water lulling me back to sleep and the feeling of an Inferni's hand brushing against my decaying skin.

Sirius, Mother, and Father often plagued my thoughts. My life played through my mind constantly; I wished I could take things back and change things so I wouldn't end up here.

I wished I wasn't strong or courageous like my lion brother to even think of defeating Voldemort, but I was so sick of the pain. The pain inflicted on me and the hurt I inflicted on others - it wasn't who I was.

It was selfish, but that's what Slyerheins were. What he was, right? He was nothing but a snake.I wished I could go back in time to when we were young boys, just playing in the grass and talking about books or watching that night's quidditch game. It was such a peaceful time until the pressures of being Black and the segregation of the houses in Hogwarts. When Sirius wasn't a rebellious lion.

All of that stopped, and there was a calming light up to the waters; a warm and gentle hand pulled my outreached hand, and I took it without hesitance. It promised love, comfort, and a ticket out of the pain and dark waters.

I opened my eyes and saw a dark room with candlelight lingering at every corner. I blinked harshly and rubbed my eyes, and noticed they were dry. I pulled my hands away from my eyes, placed them on the floor, and pushed myself up from my position.

I felt the hard, polished wood and then noticed the rune circle that I was in the center of, the symbols meant nothing to me, and I was top of my class in runes; I had never seen them before - it only piqued my interest even more.

I pulled the warm cloak tighter around my naked form; it seemed I would forever be cold. Wait, why am I naked?

The movement came out of the corner of my eye, and I shrank back. Where was I? Is it Sirius? Had he figured it out and saved me?

"Oh darling," an angelic feminine voice flowed into my ears, breaking the silence. She walked closer, and the fire bathed her in a heavenly glow; I was sure she was an angel.

A petite, slender hand reached out, and I tensed, trying to not flinch at the connection; she moved slowly like I was an animal ready to blot at any moment. Her hand moved the curl that was half obstructing my eyesight and tucked it behind my ear.

I looked up, examining her features; she had wavy black hair that had just passed her shoulders. Her eyes. They were so mesmerizing and unique; I had never seen such beautiful eyes. One was a frosty blue, reminding me of waking up during Yule and watching the snowflakes fall and melt. The other was dark gray and looked precisely like Sirius's, but there was no hate in them, not pointed at him at least. They conveyed a melancholic sense of pity and a slight mischievousness in them that reminded me of Sirius.

Her caramel-like skin was soft and had a light spray of freckles; she was young and petite, no older than 10, it would seem, but she looked beautiful and slightly eerie.

"I'm Versailles. Can you tell me your name?" she whispered, pulling her hand away from my hair. I hesitated, still confused about what was happening and where I was.

"I'm...Regulus Black," I muttered, looking around the room; there was no indicator to suggest anything. It was clean and looked like a normal apothecary, hardcover books littered the desks, and I knew some of the titles.

I looked back at her, and she smiled sincerely, "Good," she murmured, stood up from her hunched position, and straightened her back out. "It was a success," she stated, and I nodded, unsure of what that meant.

Then a figure emerged from the literal shadows, "It did, Mistress. Brilliant work as usual," he drawled, looking me up and down with a curious look. He was an older man with a sharp jawline, baby blue eyes, and his dark hair was parted. He was also dressed in an expensive suit. Despite his charming smile, he was regal, and danger seemed to ooze off him.

"What's happening? Where am I? Did it work...is he dead?" I asked in quick succession, ignoring the attractive man before me. This Versailis looked at the nameless figure, and they traded glances.

"You poor thing," she whispered and helped pull me up, and the man came up behind to lend a hand. I stood on weak legs, not used to walking.

"How about a warm shower, new clothes, food, and tea?" She asked me, but I couldn't respond, too wrapped up in the fact I was not in the river anymore. No, I was standing (with help) and alive.

"Let's take it slow," the man muttered to the small girl, and she nodded and called a house elf for help. I moved through the unfamiliar hallway into a grand room with black walls, dark oak flooring, a large silver ornate bed with green silk sheets, and large windows with dark gray covers. It was very Slytherin and looked similar to the room I once called my own at home.

I was embarrassed and would never tell anyone what happened, but the older man helped me bathe, running the calming warm water over my skinny form and scrubbing my body. I had no heart or words to stop him; I needed it, just simple contact to ground me, to remind me I was alive and not at the bottom of the lake.

The man, now known as Thantaos or as Versalies called him Theta, had dried my tired body off and dressed me in warm thick clothing. He brought me out into the room where Versailles sat on the bed with a tray of warm soup with bread and chamomile tea from the smell of it, which instantly calmed me.

She waved me over, and Theta helped me over, and I sunk into the soft sheets, and she helped me eat. I felt so helpless around the two like I was a child being cared for. It was unnatural but not...unwelcoming.

It brought a warmth to my heart that the tea didn't; I felt loved and welcomed. I couldn't remember the last time I felt that feeling and was beginning to crave it.

It was a complicated conservation, but it needed to happen. He needed to know his death was in vain over a decade ago; his brother was in Azkaban, everyone he knew was dead, and he had a soulmate.

Regulus slowly came to terms with everything; magic was just too overpowered that even Death wasn't something that couldn't be changed. He was surprised to know that Death was real and that I was his Mistress; he would never admit that he fangirled over Thantoas. The Deathly Hallows was one of his favorite stories; Wallburgae loved reading it to him.

The only thing that spiffed him was that I was his mate. I told him it was all Thantoas fault, but it wasn't even the fact I was his niece or that I was young. The Blacks were really weird, and it seemed incest really wasn't a big deal.

Thantoas had the 'great' idea to give Regulus an aging potion so he could turn back time since he was still 16. He gladly took it to finally start over, live a new life, and he really wanted to return to Hogwarts for some reason.

We didn't make an elaborate story to explain his existence, just that Regulus Black had gotten an unknown girl pregnant, and he was the result and that the Malfoys brought him alongside me. He wanted to keep his name, so he became Regulus Black the Second.

He quickly became acclimated to the lifestyle in the new and improved Black mansion and threw himself into his studies. I knew it was because of the lingering trauma from the river; it had to be. He didn't talk about what happened and what it was like, but I could imagine it was horrible and traumatizing.

His whole character and backstory was sad and traumatizing. He had a tearful reunion with Kreacher, who was jumping up the walls seeing his old Master and was being the best elf he could be. He also saw Wallburga and had a private reunion.

Theta and I left the room after closing the curtains, blowing the candles out, and leaving a mentally and physically exhausted Regulus under the sheets sleeping the night away.

We moved to the next room and followed suit, sleeping, and we woke up in the middle of the night to his screams. We ran to him and comforted him, I sang him a lullaby, and we slept in his bed that night. That became a frequent thing, nearly every night, so we decided to all sleep in the same room. It lessened his nightmares, but we held him as he cried out in pain and confusion, waiting for his brother, who would never come.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Before we knew it, our time was near us, and our letters were being flown in through the window. It wasn't as amazing as I thought it would be; I'm sure my sister would be throwing stones at me for being so ungrateful at the amazing experience it was to get a letter.

But it was just a letter, and all that meant was that her life in this world was just beginning and her revenge would be sweet, especially with Death and an alive Regulus by her side.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

So the next chapter will be the start of harry potter and the philosopher's stone. What do we wanna see in the upcoming chapters? I'm a little spiffed on what to write honestly, I've got writer's block for this so bad ugh. I'm trying to make this original and not similar as all the other hp reborn fics.

I tried experimenting with their POV's and hopefully it was okay. Do we just want Versailies POV or too use all three? Do we want to see anyone elses POV? Maybe Draco or Harry or someone.

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