A/N: Regulus is the Antichrist. I entered a competition to take a horror movie and put an HP spin on it. So therefore, AU.

Submission for:

The Horror/Halloween Movie Plot Competition!: The Omen - Regulus Black

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Omen.

Orion holds his wife's hand as she struggles to bring life to their second son. She's been in labour for more than twelve hours, and he wonders if she can hold out for much longer. He can remember the birth of their first son. Though the labour was just as grueling, once his head had appeared, he was born within a few minutes, kicking and screaming. Orion can remember the look of tired joy on his wife's face as she held their firstborn for the first time. It was a sharp contrast to her current look of pain.

With one last hard push, the baby is born, and Walburga slips into an exhausted sleep. Orion looks on with tired eyes himself. He kisses his wife's forehead and then turns to the healer, ready to accept his son, but the healer's face is drawn and grey, looking into the newborn's face. That's when Orion realizes that the room has grown silent. He realizes that there are no sounds coming from the bundle wrapped in cloths. His son is dead.

Orion looks towards his wife's now peaceful face. How is he to tell her that their son they had been waiting on since the birth of their first is dead before he even lived? Almost a year of waiting and many intense hours of labour and pain have amounted to nothing.

He holds his hands out for the bundle and gazes into what could have been. He sees his nose and mouth in the young child and the shape of his wife's eyes. He is beautiful, and it breaks Orion's heart that this is just a corpse and not a baby. He hands the bundle back to the healer before they all leave the room to give the mother rest.

He sits near his wife's bed with a cup of steaming coffee in hand. He wants to be there to tell her the news when she first wakes up. There is no use prolonging the inevitable. They will mourn together and then go home and raise the one son they have as best as they can for both children.

There is a knock, and he looks up to see a man standing in the open doorway asking for a word. Orion kisses the back of his slumbering wife's hand before he steps out.

"I have heard about your loss, Mr Black," the man says solemnly.

Orion nods as he casts his eyes to the ground. He is a Black, so it is easy for word to have already gotten out, but he doesn't mind. By morning, everyone who knows anything will be silenced and any articles the Daily Prophet will want to run will be cancelled. It will be like the whole thing never happened.

"But might I make a suggestion?" the man continues. Orion looks up, wondering what this man can do or say to take away the pain of losing a son.

"We run an orphanage here with St Mungo's. There are other families who have children and are unable to take care of them. I know no child can substitute the one you lost, but it would be very considerate if you were to adopt one of the children. There was a young girl who also had a son this just this morning and is unable to care for him. I'm sure you and your wife could give him a good home," the man says as he pushes open a door before them.

While they had been speaking, Orion hadn't noticed the man was leading him into another section of the hospital, to a nursery of sorts. Orion follows the man as they stop next to one of the small cribs and his jaw falls open. The baby is precious, looking almost similar to his late son. He runs a light hand over the baby's head, and the infant brushes into it eagerly. He looks up to the man with tears in his eyes and new hope. Maybe he can adopt this child.

Walburga wakes up groggily, her body sore but an odd feeling of content surrounding her. It had been a hard birth but after a good rest, she can finally see her new baby boy.

"You're awake," a soft voice says on her right and she smiles as she locks eyes with her husband.

"Where's the baby?" she says, her voice dry from her sleep.

Orion walks over to the nearby crib and lifts out a small bundle wrapped in blue cloths. He brings the bundle over her and places it in her arms. The small baby boy stares up at her, his grey eyes wide and oddly calculating for being just a few hours old. His nose and mouth look like Orion's but she can't be too sure since he's so small.

"What name did you decide on?" Walburga asks she studies the infant.

"Regulus Arcturus, for my father and uncle," Orion says as he gazes at the infant himself.

Walburga smiles, but she can't shake the feeling that something is wrong with her baby.