Regulus liked to read, and Harry liked to spend time with him, though he could never quite enjoy reading the way he did. Regulus was not a picky reader. Regulus read everything; anything. Harry remembered the Greek tale he'd read to him once. It stuck with him because he couldn't understand —because his dad was always compared to the sun. So the sun was always —to him— warmth and love and protection and a steadiness that was unshakeable. The sun could never be a villain. The sun could never hurt. But the man in the tale had done everything he could to escape, and when freedom was nearest, he burned. And he failed. And he fell.