R.A.B.'s room

Harry, Hermione and Ron search Regulus Black's old bedroom at Grimmauld Place

Extract from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling

‘Ron! RON! Get up here, quick!’

Ron appeared, panting, a minute later, his wand ready in his hand.

‘What’s up? If it’s massive spiders again, I want breakfast before I –’

He frowned at the sign on Regulus’s door, to which Hermione was silently pointing.

‘What? That was Sirius’s brother, wasn’t it? Regulus Arcturus ... Regulus ... R.A.B.! The locket – you don’t reckon –?’

‘Let’s find out,’ said Harry. He pushed the door: it was locked. Hermione pointed her wand at the handle and said, ‘Alohomora.’ There was a click, and the door swung open.

They moved over the threshold together, gazing around. Regulus’s bedroom was slightly smaller than Sirius’s, though it had the same sense of former grandeur. Whereas Sirius had sought to advertise his difference from the rest of the family, Regulus had striven to emphasise the opposite. The Slytherin colours of emerald and silver were everywhere, draping the bed, the walls and the windows. The Black family crest was painstakingly painted over the bed, along with its motto, Toujours Pur. Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage. Hermione crossed the room to examine them.

‘They’re all about Voldemort,’ she said. ‘Regulus seems to have been a fan for a few years before he joined the Death Eaters ...’

A little puff of dust rose from the bedcovers as she sat down to read the clippings. Harry, meanwhile, had noticed another photograph; a Hogwarts Quidditch team was smiling and waving out of the frame. He moved closer and saw the snakes emblazoned on their chests: Slytherins. Regulus was instantly recognisable as the boy sitting in the middle of the front row: he had the same dark hair and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter and rather less handsome than Sirius had been.

‘He played Seeker,’ said Harry.

‘What?’ said Hermione vaguely; she was still immersed in Voldemort’s press clippings.

‘He’s sitting in the middle of the front row, that’s where the Seeker ... never mind,’ said Harry, realising that nobody was listening...

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling