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Regulus Black started in horror at the test in his hand, mouth agape.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT
Before he can process his anger, there's a spiderweb of cracks in his mirror, blood streaming down his wrist
He looks at his hand, uncomprehending, as he slams his fist into the mirror again, watching as it shatters, glass covering the counter and floor of his college dorm room.
With a sharp pang of pain, he snaps back to reality, gasping at the blood leaking from the spiderweb of cuts on his hand, shit.
He hadn't meant to do that, but shit he was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
The baby...FUCK what if...it wasn't Barty's or James's?