Chapter 24

It took another hour or so but Remus finally had enough and ordered the two brother to go to their respective bedrooms and stay there and think about their behaviour until morning.

He then proceeded to wrap up the order meeting, insisting he will call for another one, once Sirius and Regulus get past their differences. Moody, Tonks and Kingsley were the first ones to leave.

Claudius asked Kreacher to take him and Klaus back to the Greenfell Manor, after he made sure Regulus knew he was welcome to come with them, but the boy declined politely, suggesting the person he wanted to speak to the most was in this house.

Arthur and Molly went up to their guest bedroom, as did Harry and Ron. The two boys were having a silent conversation with each other all the way from the Drawing room to their room. Their first impression of Regulus was quite mixed.

Regulus Black was everything they would expect him to be, and more. For instance, he was much more intimidating than they imagined. And to Ron's greatest displeasure, he was taller than him and too good looking.

Harry noticed a while ago that his mate had a thing for Hermione, and Ron was still in denial about his feelings, claiming he only wanted Hermione to go out with him to help her get over her silly feelings for a death eater who wasn't coming back.

But now that ironically, he came back, and he was everything a pureblood wizard should be; rich, handsome, confident, heroic and smart. Ron's ego began to hurt so he stuck to his belief that Hermione's feelings were totally one sided and that a wizard like Regulus, could never fall for a witch like her. Whatever that meant...

But Harry wasn't so certain anymore.

After witnessing the way Regulus looked at Hermione, it was clear to him that there was more than just friendship between them. He wasn't sure how he himself felt about it.

Regulus did a hell lot of good as it turned out, but he was still a death eater who did a lot of bad, and good deeds didn't make up for the bad ones.

And all the dark magic business. Whatever he did to come back to life, felt too close to Voldemort's ways and Harry still couldn't wrap his head around it. He was barely older than them, but he seemed incredibly powerful. It was almost scary. Harry wanted to know what Sirius' younger brother was really like, because so far everything he knew about him was conflictive, and Harry was unsure what to really think.

Hermione couldn't believe it.

He was back.

Regulus was alive and he was here, in this house.

But how? The ritual didn't work…

She felt something grab her arm and suddenly she felt herself being pulled from her thoughts into the spare room down the corridor. The impact of the pull made her loose her balance and fall right into his arms.

Hermione looked up to see the beautiful grey eyes and the clever smirk that haunted her dreams ever since she got back from the past in her third year.

"I never thought I will get to hold you in my arms like this again." He said, and Hermione as if someone threw a cold-water bucket on her, pulled away. Tears gathering in her eyes.

"You're alive, and you're here." She whispered. "How is this possible? I tried to bring you back, I tried so hard but nothing worked."

"The ritual… Klaus told me about it. It worked, Hermione. You saved my life you talented, clever, amazing witch! How can I ever repay you?" He took a step closer leaving very little space between them again. He saw her eyes desperately trying to blink away the tears until they finally fell.

"I missed you so much!" She threw her arms around him and rested her face on his chest. Regulus wrapped his arms around her. How long waited for this… He felt a tear of happiness escape his eye.

"I can't believe you're really here. After all this time." She pulled her head off his chest to look at his handsome face.

"Imagine my surprise when I gathered the last bits of my strength to get out of that cave, and went to see Claudius, to instead meet a fully-grown Klaus, who told me I've been dead for the past 18 years." He said with mirth in his eyes, making Hermione giggle.

"I wish I was there to witness your arrival." She grinned. "Must have been quite an entrance."

"I landed all wet and dishevelled on your carpet, too exhausted to stand up straight. Klaus thought I was an evil spirit who came to take him to the other side." Hermione laughed and Regulus couldn't help but enjoy the warm feeling in his stomach. Her laugh was like a remedy for his aching soul. He brought his hand up to her face and ran his thumb along her soft skin. She leaned into his hand, feeling his touch.

"I wanted to see you so badly, and now that I have you in my arms, I never want to let you go." He whispered with a sincere look on his face.

"Then don't." She whispered back.

Regulus brought his lips down to hers and kissed her softly. Hermione happily returned the kiss, her heart beating wildly in excitement. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing her body against his. The kiss deepened, both of them lost in their own world.

Until they were interrupted.

"MASTER REGULUS!" Cried old Kreacher, making the two pull away startled. "Master Regulus is alive!"

"Kreacher!" Regulus exclaimed happy to see his beloved house elf.

"Kreacher cannot believe his eyes, Kreacher saw Master Regulus drown, Kreacher should have gone back to save Master Regulus but he couldn't, Kreacher is sorry, so very sorry." He weiled.

"You've done well Kreacher. You followed my orders very well." He assured the distressed elf.

"Kreacher looked after the house while his Master was gone, and continued to do so after Master and Mistress passed away. But when Master's brother returned he brought filthy creatures and blood traitors alike with him and Kreacher did everything he could to serve them very poorly." He grumbled in anger.

"I am very proud of you, Kreacher. But our family no longer believes in this this stuff, so you must serve them well from now on, do you understand? Blood status no longer matters to us. The dark lord betrayed our family and it was him that hurt you and took me, and my parents away from you, he and everyone who serves him, is now our enemy."

"Kreacher understands, Kreacher will do as Master Regulus asks." The elf said with all the admiration and loyalty for his master. But then his eyes fell on Hermione and a dark look crossed his elfish old face.

"Miss Greenfell made Kreacher tell the blood traitors about the cave and the locket." The elf glared.

"Don't call them that anymore, they are the Order. But it's okay Kreacher, do you remember what I told you? If I'm gone, the person you can trust the most is Hermione. You should thank her; she is the one who brought me back." He told the elf.

"Miss Hermione saved Master Regulus." Kreacher looked up at Hermione with his big eyes. "Kreacher is so grateful to Miss Greenfell, Kreacher will serve Miss well!"

"Alright, now run along. Look at the state of this place, Sirius might have gotten used to living like this but I certainly won't. You should start with the upstairs and the kitchen."

"Yes Master, Kreacher will start cleaning right away!" The elf exclaimed excited and disappeared.

"Is it alright to set him against the Dark Lord and his followers like this? He won't go after them seeking revenge, will he?" Hermione asked concerned for the elf.

"No, not without my order. He must be told very clearly who his enemies are. Remember some of my family still serve His Darkness, and Kreacher is loyal to my cousins. Because through their blood, they are Blacks. Kreacher shares our views and believes, so I must make sure he won't be running off to them spilling our secrets. I'm the head of the house now so my orders come before theirs, and if I branded them our enemy, he can no longer answer to them." He explained.

"Speaking about your lovely family… Bellatrix has sent me a gift through Ginny Weasley, when she and her lackeys burnt down the Burrow." Hermione pulled his ring from her pocket. She took it with her to Andromeda's earlier that day, in case an opportunity would arise to ask her about it. But she never did.

"Andromeda said you gave your ring to someone you trusted, someone that would help her, if her family was ever in danger, but the ring was with Bellatrix." She passed the ring to Regulus, who took it from her and carefully examined it.

"Yes. Bella has a strong sense of survival and admiration for great power. But she isn't as faithful to him as she makes it seem. Our family doesn't have a good record of bringing up children with love or caring for one another, but one thing we got right is that our loyalty always lies with our family. This is why Sirius was able to take charge after my death. He was disowned only on the paper, but the house and the magic knows he is a Black, and will always be a Black. Blood above all."

"I thought the family motto was 'Toujours pur'?"

"It is. Disturbingly, our family was able to stay 'always pure' due to all the inbreeding, as you used to remind me often. We are very 'pure' with our own family's blood. I suppose that's where all the loyalty for our own comes from. We are natural Slytherins. It only makes sense we would want our blood to survive above all else. But why did she give the ring to you? I never told her about you."

"I once threw a curse at her, the curse you told me to use as a last resort. She seemed pretty shaken afterwards. I think she recognised it."

"She probably didn't expect anyone else to know about my spells. The ring has more curses than I left it with." He said and slid it on his finger, where it belonged. The Black family ring would have never caused any harm to a Black. But Hermione wasn't one just yet.

"I think she really wanted me gone." She concluded.

"She wanted to test you." Regulus smirked. "It's just like her."

"Your crazy cousin tried to kill me and you find it amusing?" She asked seeing the expression on his face.

"Thank you for getting my ring back to me. It's getting quite late, you should go to my room and rest. I saw you've been staying there. I will sleep in one of the guest bedrooms tonight, at Greenfell Manor."

"But I don't feel sleepy." Hermione pouted making him smile.

"A man and a woman shouldn't be alone in a dark, little room at this hour. It is improper." Regulus argued. His upbringing and morals were indestructible.

"I guess that means there is no chance for you to stay in your room with me tonight?"

"Hermione!" He exclaimed baffled at her proposition. The scandal, shame and dishonour…

"I just want to make sure you will still be here when I wake up tomorrow morning. There are two beds, and Ginny is still away. What are you imagining!" She asked making him laugh.

"Goodnight Hermione." He kissed her on the cheek, and apparated away.

"Goodnight." She replied, feeling the happiest she had in a long time. She quietly opened the door and make way up to the bedroom.

Greenfell Manor

Screams, those terrible screams…

They kept him awake every night.

How could some of his old companions find any pleasure in listening to them was beyond him.

It wasn't that they triggered fear within him, they were simply annoying. And there was no getting rid of them.

Regulus's ability to control his thoughts and emotions was outstanding. During the day, the guards and walls were up. But when the night came, some of his more vivid memories were harder to keep away.

Or, maybe he didn't really want to keep them away? Maybe this was some kind of his own sick way of punishing himself for causing harm to those he was ordered to torture and kill?

Yeah, that sounds like him…

Stuck in the trap of his own mind, Regulus got up and made his way to Claudius' potions lab.

"Leoht" Regulus conjured a sphere of light in the palm of his hand. The light levitated up and followed him around the room, lighting up the space around him.

All these years have passed and Claudius's potion lab looked exactly as it did the last time he's been down here. Everything had its place. Regulus went up to the shelf with many jars or different shapes and sizes. They had labels on them, specifying for ingredient was in each one.

Claudius was an incredibly organised man. Regulus always held a lot of respect for him.

The young wizard took a few ingredients out of the jars and once he gotten out a cauldron and lit the stove, he began to make a sleeping potion for himself. Just like Claudius taught him to, many years ago.

"I knew you I would find you here." Regulus spun around to see Claudius standing at the door, with a small slime at his lips.

"Sorry Mr Greenfell, I tried to be quiet, I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't my dear boy, I got up to grab some warm milk from the kitchens and I saw the light on my way back." He came over to the stove, looked over Regulus' shoulder and chuckling to himself he went to sit down in his chair.

"Your potion making skills were extraordinary during your Hogwarts years, I see you have gotten even better since the last time I had the pleasure of teaching you, here in this very room."

"I had a lot of practice since then, especially with this potion." Regulus replied slowly.

"I see potions are not the only skill you've been practicing." Said Claudius, looking up at the sphere of light. The size of it as well as the balance it kept and the control Regulus had over it made it pretty clear that the boy had more than sufficient amount of practice.

"This is only a simple spell. I have learned many more, from the books you were so kind to lend to me." He stirred the potion, taking his time.

"Good, that's good. I'm afraid you might soon find more uses for them than you would ever want to." Claudius sighed. "Tom Riddle is a very dangerous wizard and incredibly talented one. Brilliance like his, won't stop at total pure blood dominance and immortality, he will always want more."

"That's the frailty of genius, it needs a spotlight and an audience."

"We must win this war no matter what. Even if it means we can no longer keep the old magic a secret."

"It won't be easy to convince the order, not to mention the rest of the wizarding Britain which we will no doubt have to face once this is all over."

"I will take care of it. But I refuse to believe the Order would ever give Sirius away, and he has druid blood running through his veins. Potter and Weasley won't be so quick to give up on Hermione either. The three of them seem very close."

"The Order has failed to protect Sirius in the past." Claudius stroked his beard.

"Dumbledore was in charge then and things are different now." Regulus took the potion off the stove to let it cool down. He turned and went to sit down on the chair opposite to Claudius'.

"Sirius is Potter's godfather, is he not? There is no doubt Potter will become even more of a hero figure after Riddle is defeated, and such status comes with power to vouch for us, if the situation demands it. But there is something that could save us for certain, and you are in possession of it."

"The records." Claudius guessed.

"The Blacks and the Malfoys are on them, that much I know. And I suspect most, if not all of the Sacred 28 are as well, but tell me how many druid families you keep records of, are on our side of the war?" Regulus furrowed his brows.

"Enough to make sure the Ministry won't come after us, when the war is over. But, most of those families aren't even aware of their druidic heritage. They don't practice the old magic, unlike us, and the Ministry will look for someone to take the blame."

"Then we must show them the Druids are not who they think we are."

Breakfast in the kitchen, 12 Grimmauld Place

This was definitely the most awkward breakfast the Order has ever had.

Regulus came back the next morning, but without Claudius and Klaus who stayed home to sort out Claudius' piling up work. Regulus told Claudius about putting Klaus under Imperius curse and keeping Klaus off his candies. Claudius not bothered about Regulus keeping his grandson under an unforgivable, requested his elves to hide all the substances away from Klaus' reach.

Remus was the first one awake and the first one to greet Regulus when he arrived. His enthusiasm was very limited and kept sending suspicious glares at the new head of the Noble House of Black.

Regulus didn't care. He summoned Kreacher to prepare all the ingredients and began to cook. The muggle way, to Remus' great horror.

"What's he doing?" Asked Sirius as soon as he entered the kitchen and saw Remus observe his brother with great astonishment, mixed with suspicion and confusion.

"He's preparing our breakfast." Replied Remus, making Sirius blink in surprise.

"Good morning everyone!" Molly and Arthur came in, energetic after a good night's sleep. Molly went over to see what Regulus was doing. Usually it was her who prepared the meals, since Kreacher refused to serve them.

"No magic?" She asked in wonder.

"I enjoy cooking the muggle way. It's like potions but tastes much better." Replied Regulus.

"It looks lovely dear." She said in a small voice, looking at the food assembled in orderly fashion.

"Thank you Mrs Weasley."

"And since when do you know how to cook?" Asked Sirius, folding his arms.

"Hermione taught me." Regulus replied unfazed.

"And you agreed to be taught?"

"Have you ever met Hermione? I didn't have much choice." Said Regulus, making Remus chuckle.

Ron, Harry and Hermione came downstairs together. The breakfast was already on the table, and the adults were all eating.

"This is delicious!" Ron exclaimed, stuffing his face with Regulus cooking. The chef smirked, and looked up at his brother who refused to eat the food on his plate and was looking at his younger brother with a small glare.

Sirius and Regulus sat as far away from each other as possible. They claimed the seats on the two opposite ends of the long table.

Unfortunately, that meant they had to sit across from each other.

Face to face.

"Are you not hungry, brother? Had a midnight snack perhaps? Although, I can't imagine squirrels to be very filling." Regulus smirked, and took a sip of his herbal tea.

"How do I know you've not poisoned it?"

"Why would I waste perfectly fine food for that? Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't wait all night. Aren't you curious about my cooking at all? Look, Ronald seems to be enjoying it very much." He gestured to the crimsoned haired boy who sat next to Harry. Ron immediately stopped chewing the moment he heard Regulus was the one to cook it.

"He said it was delicious." Regulus emphasised, having the most fun he's had in years. Ron put his fork down and scowled.

Sirius looked around the table, and with a small encouraging nod from Remus and the Weasleys, he finally placed some food in his mouth. The food was in fact very tasty, and his brother must have been able to tell Sirius liked it a lot, that much was clear from the pleased look that crossed Regulus' face.

"Isn't he too old for her?" Ron whispered to Harry.

It turned out that Regulus was older than them. He was turning 19 in a couple of weeks whereas Ron and Hermione just turned 17 not long ago. Harry was still 16 and he was going to stay 16 until summer.

"Technically, if he was his right age he could have been her feather." Harry whispered back.

Ron couldn't help but glare at Sirius' younger brother. Mainly because he caught Hermione staring at him, but Regulus didn't seem to notice her at all, too busy with Sirius.

"Look, he's not even noticed her. She looks so hurt, I think we were right. It's one sides." Ron whispered to Harry, who immediately followed Ron's line of vision, but he accidentally made an eye contact with the younger brother.

"So, you're Regulus Black." Harry said on the spot.

Everyone stopped eating and turned to look at the Harry and Regulus. To the adults present, it was no secret that Regulus Black openly disliked James Potter. But would his ill feelings he held for the father, transfer onto the son? Was Regulus this petty?

"You must be Potter's son." Regulus sneered. The cursed surname barely managed to get out of his throat.

"I take it you and my father weren't friends." Harry stated, inciting an ironic look from Regulus.

"He took my brother from me, of course we weren't friends." Regulus smiled sarcastically, in a way so cold that would put Draco Malfoy to shame.

"James did not take me away from you, I had t-" Sirius began but Regulus cut him off.

"That's not how I remember it, and I'm sure it's a lot clearer in my head than yours, old man."

"Things are not always as we think they are. Your memories could be distorted by the perspective of your younger, immature self." Remus began to make a point but paused when Regulus burst out laughing.

"Are you trying to imply my memories of my brother, and you and the other two bran-dead, lunatic pigs are simply a product of my own imagination?"

"No, but you tend to exaggerate and-"

"Hermione." Regulus turned to the startled girl. "In the years you've known me, have I ever acted immaturely or tended to exaggerate?"

"No." She whispered, nervous from being put on the spot so suddenly. Even though the answer could as well have been 'yes'. Regulus was quite the drama queen sometimes.

"See? My witness said no." Regulus send him a flat but confident smile.

"Come to think of, you definitely had your moments." She said with a smile, after recalling an event or two.

"I beg you pardon?" He deadpanned.

"It is true that you have always been incredibly mature for your age, but I have in fact witnessed your less dignified moments on multiple occasions and-"

"And we shall keep those moments between us, won't we? Unless of course you want to share your… moments, of when you acted quite out of character."

"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about." Hermione claimed.

"I'm sure you don't, sweetheart." Regulus smiled at his object of affection but she looked away quickly, making his chuckle.

"Hermione acting out of character? When?" Harry asked amused.

"Wouldn't you like to know" Regulus smirked. "Anyway, what is Lucius Malfoy doing these days?"

"Malfoy? Why?" Asked Remus, wary of the topic.

"He could be of help."

"He's a Death Eater" Ron spat.

"So am I." Regulus smiled at the redhead. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the dark mark.

He gestured to it and made a show of it, making Ron turn his head away in disgust. Harry clenched his jaw, and Hermione remained unfazed, having seen and touched the dark mark on Regulus' hand too many times. The rest of the wizards present, feeling only mildly uncomfortable. Regulus out his arm down but he kept his sleeve rolled up. He rolled up the other one too.

"Why are you interested in Lucius?" Arthur asked, wanting to shift the focus off the dark mark on the arm of a boy who was the same age as two of his sons. Regulus turned to him and smiled.

"There was this one muggle pub Hermione and I used to go to." He glanced at Hermione who felt the warm feeling in her stomach, when her name escaped his lips.

"Not long before the entire locket business, Lucius and I, and a few others, were ordered to attack central London, and to my great displeasure we had to take down that pub too. A Scottish barman named Ailbert, used to work there. Lucius saw me let him go and instead of telling on me, he helped me get that muggle out of there, without the others noticing."

"I had no idea Lucius was capable of something like that." Arthur muttered surprised.

"I suppose he only did it because we're family, but I think he could spy for us. He has a son their age, doesn't he?" Regulus gestured to the trio. "We could protect him." He suggested.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that. Draco got his mark last summer, and he's been tasked with killing Dumbledore as a punishment for Lucius, who is currently in Azkaban." Revealed Remus.

"So Lucius is out of the game temporarily. Not a problem, I can make a good deal with Narcissa. The mark doesn't matter; we can still get him out."

"No, no way! He won't thank us, Malfoy likes being a death eater, he's a scum." Ron frowned, upset at the idea the most. He missed the way Regulus' eyes darkened dangerously.

"Do you always talk about things you have absolutely no idea about? It would do you good to think before you speak. Nobody likes being a death eater, Ronald Weasley. I am going to get him out, even if I have to do it by force." He drawled slowly. "Besides, we need a spy."

"We already have a spy. Snape." Said Harry.

"Severus Snape is spying for the order?" Regulus' brows furrowed. "Why would he do that? You bullied him so much he barely escaped death a number of times." He asked his brother who looked a tiny bit guilty. Remus looked away with a sigh.

"He has his own reasons." Sirius replied, looking down at his place.

"Must be a hell of a good reason. If I was him, and someone was after you I would have helped them. In fact, I'm surprised he's not after the two of you himself. You sure deserve it."

"Don't play a saint, shall we talk about what you were like at school? A dead eater wannabe, roaming the corridors. Everyone ran at the sight of you. Even the professors stayed away. How many students did you go after, because they bumped into you or looked at you the wrong way? Look how successful you've become." He indicated to the dark mark on Regulus' left arm. The thing that has been getting quite a lot of attention over the course of the breakfast conversations.

"Do you honestly believe I had nothing better to do? You can't tell me you never doubted the rumours. They were ridiculous! How could I have killed a fellow student at the age of 14? And the supposed dead eater meetings in the summer? Please, I was too busy exploring the muggle world. Hermione's dad was teaching me how to drive a car, we spent a whole summer fishing and lying on the grass looking at the clouds above us, dressed in muggle clothes, eating muggle biscuits.

The stuff I did with Hermione and her family would have gotten me disowned much faster than the time our parents took with you. But you were the favourite, I was just a spare, free to do as I pleased, until you ran away. Guess who then had to take the responsibility for our family." Regulus waved his left arm at Sirius. "Don't blame me for things I had no control over."

"I-I had no idea. If only you were brave enough to come with me-"

"Of course you didn't. I made sure no one knew; it was too dangerous. Brave enough to come with you? Bravery is the kindest word for stupidity. Come with you, and what then? Run away and abandon the family? Only one of us could afford to be selfish. Duty to the blood comes first, brother."

The silence that came after was deafening. Everyone thinking over everything that has been said.

"I'm sorry I left you." Sirius said suddenly, making Regulus choke on the tea he just took a sip of. "I shouldn't have left, no matter how difficult it was for me. I guess I couldn't bear the thought of staying any longer, but I didn't consider it would all fall on you, I never thought you would find it as much of a burden as I did. I believed you shared their views and could never change. I never understood your loyalty to our family."

"How about we start over?" Regulus suggested, happy but taken by surprise with Sirius' sudden apologies. It definitely was a first.

"I would like that." The older brother smiled, relieved.

Ever since the memorable breakfast, the two brothers got on well, as if they were different people. It caused Remus a lot of distress. He was constantly on the edge, waiting for the two to finally snap and go back to their old ways but it's now been a week and nothing has happened between Regulus and Sirius.

But, Regulus and Ron were a whole different story entirely.

It very quickly became very obvious to everyone that Hermione and Regulus were an item. They weren't all over each other, all the time. But it was the little interactions between them that kept Ron on Regulus' case all the time.

"Here, have some tea" Regulus passed Hermione tea. And he kissed her on her head when she took it and smiled.

"Thank you." She smiled back, and he sat down next to her, burying himself in the paperwork that came with being the head of the Noble House of Black. "Would you like a chocolate biscuit or honeycomb?

"Honeycomb."

Ron was clenching his fists, watching Hermione put the biscuit in Regulus' mouth, so swiftly as if they were doing it for the past 30 years. Barely half an hour later, Hermione was asleep in Regulus' arms.

"Here have some tea – would you like a chocolate biscuit or honeycomb? It's sickening" Ron parroted the pair, sitting next to Harry on the other side of the room. Harry was playing a round of chess with Claudius, who only chuckled at the young Ron's antics.

"Don't mind them, they both thought they had lost each other forever, let them be happy." He smiled, looking over at the pair.

"Have they been like this back then? You know, when Hermione went back in time?" Harry asked. He came to like Hermione's grandfather very much, as they spent quite a lot of time together over the past week or so.

"Not like this, no. At least, not right away. At first they stuck together because they had no one else, and both saw benefit in keeping each other's company. But then, they quickly became friends. They fought and argued a lot, but they have gotten this close much faster than anyone would think them to." He revealed, recalling the memories with a fond look on his face.

But while Harry was becoming much more accepting of Hermione's relationship with Regulus, Claudius' approval only seemed to rile up Ron even more.

He glared and muttered offences whenever he saw Regulus walk around with his sleeved rolled up and the dark mark on display.

"Isn't anyone going to say anything to him? How can he just walk around like this, flashing that ugly thing in everyone's face?" He grumbled angrily to Harry, who was looking over the newspaper.

"This is his house, Ron. What do you suggest we say? Besides it's not like he can wear long sleeved shirts in the summer, we are bound to see it anyway."

"It's not summer just yet." Ron complained.

"Then, think of him as a symbol of hope for the death eaters to see the error of their ways and change sides."

"Why would we want any more of his type to join our side? One death eater is more than enough."

"Two. Don't forget Snape." Harry added, making Ron sigh loudly in his agony.

Well, what do you think? I hope that was satisfactory?

Sorry it took so long, this chapter and I came a long way, and now that we have finally arrived here, it's time to move with the rest of the plot.

Brace thyselves haha.

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