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Regulus Arcturus black was the most mesmerising person he had ever seen. From the moment he saw him, James was trapped, like a fly in a web. At the time, in second year, he’d thought it was hatred. But it wasn’t, was it?
Over time, he came to realise that what he felt for regulus wasn’t hate at all, but love. Although there is a very, very thin line between the two.
Even when he knew he should’ve hated him, James loved him. James loved him with everything he was.
In the end, hatred and love were two very different things for James Potter.
The moment Regulus Black laid eyes on James Potter, he hated him. Even before that, he hated the idea of James Potter. He hated his stupid face, his stupid, bright smile and the fact that he’d taken away his one lifeline in the cold life he lived.
The thing was, James potter was everywhere, there was no getting away from him. In the beginning, it was fine, fun even, James, along with Sirius, mocking him, picking fights with him. He could deal with that. But then, encounters like that became less and less, replaced with James’ bright smiles, his futile but constant attempts at becoming friends.
That was what broke regulus in the end, what made him admit that what he felt for James potter was more than just hatred. It was love.
Loving James potter was all consuming, regulus became love for James, all the while hating himself and James for it. He hated and loved James potter right up until the end, even after those cold dead hands pulled him into the black water, he hated and loved James more than anything.
In the end, hatred and love were the same thing for Regulus Black.