A different future

by Midnight observer

Death Eater!Kingsley, Fem!Regulus. When Kingsley Shacklebolt was sent to kill the Longbottom boy, he hadn't been expecting to decide to adopt the boy and raise him alongside his wife, Aquaria Black. All he has to worry about is weather or not the Dark Lord would kill him for not carrying out the task as promised. AU!

-Kingsley's POV-

I arrive in the Longbottom safe-house, using a Silencing charm to mute the sound of the door creaking. I carefully walk up the stairs (Being unfamiliar with the nature of my surroundings has proven flagrantly disadvantageous in the past, especially if my surroundings include stairs.) At this point, I'm slightly suspicious, after all, breaking into the Longbottom's safe-house has been too easy, surely they weren't so arrogant that they didn't set up defences, right?

I manage to slither into the nursery without alerting the Longbottom parents. I now stand in front of infant's crib. I question, Is it truly necessary to kill the boy as the Dark Lord had ordered, when the population of British pure-blood witches and wizards is already decreasing to almost a precious few? Why can't I simply raise the boy to have the right beliefs and ensure he never questions the mudblood's inferiority? The boy holds his arms up, in an obvious request to be picked up. My decision has been been made, I take the boy in my arms, go down to the fire-place, put up a temporary Silencing ward and say.

"Shacklebolt manor" as loudly and clearly as I can without upsetting the infant in my arms. After the process of Floo travel, it becomes obvious to me that the boy gets travel-sick. I place the infant on one of the armchairs and use magic to get rid of the vomit on the floor. I question again, what had the boy's name been? Neville or something like that. Either way, I'll have to rename the boy and perefably blood-adopt him.

"Kingsley, you didn't kill the boy?" My wife, Aquaria Shacklebolt nee Black, asks, clearly confused at the sight of me holding the child I'd originally intended to kill.

"No, my love, I couldn't do it. I suggest we blood-adopt the boy and rename him. The population British pure-blood witches and wizards, such are ourselves, is decreasing to an almost precious few, after all." I say, knowing she'll agree, as blood-adopting the boy would entail an heir for both Shacklebolt and Black lines (And I know how much she desires a child, even if she doesn't admit it.) She nods, her beautiful grey eyes shining with joy. She kisses me with all her innocent enthusiasm.

Looking back to just a few minutes ago, I know I made the right decision in not killing the boy, knowing he made my wife happier than she's ever been since we became Death Eaters.

Hi! I'm not sure if I should keep this a oneshot or make it a story. Please leave your thoughts in the reviews.