gamma_orionis (gamma_orionis) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2011-12-21 17:08:00 |
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Regulus sat upon his bed, turning the silver locket over and over in his hands. He shivered.
He held a piece of his Master’s soul.
There was a part of him that had never expected things to come this far. Regulus was unused to feeling heroic. Surely destroying a piece of the Dark Lord was a heroic thing to do.
He shivered against the cold and lay the locket on his pillow, then lay down, looking at it.
The steady drip of water from the points of the icicles outside beat at the same time as the horcrux’s mechanical heart.