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I smiled; he always knew it was me, but then again, I was over often. "Yes, Harry," I looked at Regulus with a slight smirk, "I also have someone I'm sure you'll love to meet." Harry called to say he was coming down. He instructed me to meet in the drawing room. Regulus motioned for me to go, so I lead the way into the room. I could hear Harry's footsteps as he practically stomped down the stairs, as Regulus followed me into his old family room. It was probably cleaner than any of us were used to as Ginny had done an excellent job cleaning and refurbishing. At Harry's request, though, the family tree remained on the wall. Regulus walked around the room, his fingers trailing the different branches on the detailed tapestry. He paused at the black that had once marked Sirius and Harry walked in the room. I paused for a moment, reading Regulus' emotions, and I could tell he was in deep though. I walked over to Harry and gave him my typical greeting hug.

"So, who's your friend, Hermione?" Harry questioned, his hair a complete mess as usual, bright green eyes inquisitive.

"You might want to take a seat, Harry," I said, watching Regulus turn around to face us I smiled lightly as Regulus' eyes met mine. He nodded and leaned against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. "This is Regulus…Regulus Black." I anticipated Harry's reaction, wondering if he would trust my judgement or take out his wand.

Harry cocked his head to the side, like a confused dog, and asked how this was possible.

"Well," Regulus' deeper voice rumbled. His voice was deep, yet gentle, and there something about it I had always loved. "I was just about to tell Hermione, but I wanted to discuss it somewhere private."

Harry nodded once again, and held up a finger to interrupt Regulus, "you're supposed to be dead, though." Harry's typical tact was prominent as ever.

Regulus nodded this time, "I was supposed to be dead, but Voldemort had other plans," Regulus eyes darkened.

"Of course he did," I muttered, bringing Regulus out of his trance. "Regulus," his head snapped to meet me, "Harry was Sirius' godson. He's James and Lilly Potter's son. We thought that you had died in the cave, or atleast that's what Kreacher told us. Do you think you could tell us what really happened?" If it were anyone else, I would've spoken gentler, but I knew he would've hated that. It seemed there was no difference between 'Tom's personality and Regulus', and a few years of therapy taught me that Regulus did not like to be babied.

"Yes, as you two probably know, then, I was in the cave looking for the horcrux," Regulus flinched a little at the word, then he carried on with his story. "Sudennly, Voldemort was behind me," Regulus' eyes darkened once again as he sat down on the couch. I sat next to him, waiting to hear the rest. "He tortured me for about an hour, then when he let up he ordered Kreacher to leave, forgetting the elf had the locket. Kreacher left and thought I had died, but in reality Voldemort reverted me back to a baby. Just before he cast the spell, though, he informed me that the only way I would remember who I was would be if he was dead, and I had said my full name. Then he turned me into a newborn and left me at an orphanage." Regulus looked at me, gaging if Harry and I were following his story.

"So he wanted you to experience his personal hell." Harry commented, running his finger through his already messy hair. I nodded in agreement, the plan seemed very typical of Voldemort. "So what do you want to do, Regulus?"

Regulus paused for a moment, his brown eyes lightening. "Do you… do you think you could catch me up on things?" Regulus looked directly at me when he finished his question. I had apparently forgotten how powerful his gaze could be, and I remembered once I felt my breath catch quietly.

"Of course, Regulus," I said softly, voice slightly trembling, "What do you want to know? You've missed a hell of a lot." I looked at him, then at Harry, "so where should I start?"

Harry smiled, "The beginning is typically a good place to start. But before you do that, we should figure out who will stay where." I nodded in agreement, "I've been packing my things today, and just finished right before you two came. We were going to announce it at the Weasley house tomorrow, but Ginny and I bought a house in Godric's Hollow. We're moving in as soon as the sale is final."

I congratulated Harry, with Regulus following suit, "Didn't your parents live there?" Regulus questioned.

"Yes they did. It's just a street over, actually." Harry smiled brightly, and you could tell how excited he was. "Since I don't need this house anymore I was thinking of either leaving it to Teddy or selling it to Hermione, since she's been living here. But, Regulus, since you're here now, would you like it? It would probably be best."

Regulus looked thoughtful for a second, "I'll get back to you on that." He said decidedly.

Harry nodded, "fair enough. Well I'll leave the rest up to Hermione, since I'm staying at Ginny's until we move into the new house. I'm heading out, so floo me at the apartment if you two need anything"

I sighed, knowing it would be a long night with Regulus. "Ok, Harry, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, love you sis," Harry called back as he walked out of the room.

I smiled and shouted a "love you too" back to him. "So where to, Regulus?" I turned to him, his brown eyes shining

"The beginning is typically a good place to start," Regulus echoed Harry's earlier words, "wouldn't you say, love?"