Regulus waited nervously in Grimmauld place for Kreacher to come home. He was glad that the night Voldemort had chosen to use Kreacher was the same night as a family dinner party for his Nana Melania's birthday. Regulus stood idly in the parlour while his aunt Lucretia sat in deep discussion with his mother.

His Nana Melania, who was sitting on an uncomfortable chair near the window, beckoned him over. "Regulus Darling, come here, and bring a cushion with you, this chair is truly awful."

Regulus sighed, pulling himself away from his worrying thoughts about Kreacher and wandering over to see his grandmother with a cushion he stole from a nearby armchair. "Here you go Nana Melania. If you want you could just move."

"Darling I am too old to move. Now what is wrong with you today? You seem to have your head in the clouds entirely and seeing as I have hardly seem you since Christmas that will not do."

"Sorry Nana Melania. I am paying attention now. What would you like to tell me?"

"I don't want to tell you anything. Living with your Aunt Lucretia is incredibly dull. The woman is about as interesting as that old ghost who teaches history of Magic at Hogwarts. What's his name?"

"Professor Binns?" Regulus smiled faintly at the thought of the ghostly professor. It had been the one class were Thomas, Barty and himself had fooled around in.

"Yes him. And her husband. Honestly I have had better conversations with the dead house elves on plagues in the halls."

"Nana!"

"Well it is true. Tell me about work. I have been reading your articles and enjoying them immensely."

"Thanks Nana, don't let my mother hear you say that, or she will start on another speech about how I will be the most reknowned Black yet. But yes, work is good, very busy though." Regulus replied and launched into an amusing story about a Goblin he had interviewed about Gringotts security the week before.

"Oh Darling, you certainly know how to make me laugh. Women love to laugh you know, and a little birdy has been telling me you have been using that charm on a certain lady we both know."

Regulus felt a knot appear suddenly in his stomach. His mind raced back to Hannah who had left, cuddled up with a cup of hot chocolate to watch her favourite baking trashy tv show. But his grandmother couldn't know about her. They had kept it the utmost secret. Even from her friends, who she believed would panic about her moving in with a guy she had only just started dating. After a long they had agreed to tell no one while they took it slowly. He sighed, Regulus wouldn't put it past his grandmother to find out.

"There is no need to sigh at me dear. I won't complain." She said, "I think Rita is a wonderful catch. A bit sharp on it, scary, you know but what is so wrong with that. They say men are attracted to women who are like their mothers and yours is sharp and scary too." She paused for a second while Regulus cringed, "don't know what your father picking her says about me though. Am I like your mother? I suppose it would be better than being as simpering and pathetic as your aunt Lucretia could be."

"Nana Melania!" Regulus exclaimed. He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed at Rita spreading rumours or pleased she was offering him a cover for a different relationship. He was also shocked at his grandmother's comment about men wanting women like their mothers (if Hannah was anything to go by he liked girls who were the complete opposite to her) and appalled by the comments Nana made about her own daughter. "Aunt Lucretia is lovely, and would be very hurt if she heard you." He whispered.

"Oh hush now. I love my daughter, but she can be useless. So tell me about Rita."

"There is not much to tell."

"Well I know her father. Fine man, great wizard. Pure blood, your father always said that he was a bit too friendly with muggle borns but at least he wasn't foolish enough to marry one."

Regulus sighed, he felt a stab of pain when his family mentioned their dislike for anything connected with the non magical world that he was throwing himself into. It was a pain he had never felt the first time he had dated Hannah, he figured he had been too young, stupid and reckless then to feel it.

Eventually they sat down to a dinner that his mother had made. It was a poor show in comparison to the lavish feasts Kreacher drew up for them, but with his absence everyone supposed it was the best Mrs Black could offer. "We are proud to have even the lowest member of our family serving the Dark Lord," she boasted to Narcissa. Regulus tried to change the subject. The fact that Kreacher had not returned worried him immensely.

After they had sang happy birthday to Nana Melania he choose to escape down in the kitchen where he paced backwards and forwards waiting for Kreacher. It was almost eleven when Kreacher appeared in the kitchen. He looked weak and distressed and Regulus panicked, he caught the falling elf in his arms and carried him up the stairs towards and into Regulus's room. Kreacher tried to talk but he made no sense.

"Ssshhh Kreacher," Regulus said putting Kreacher into his own bed. He waited for over an hour, until Kreacher eventually fell asleep and then wandered down the stairs. Some of the guests were still downstairs, so Regulus snuck in only to tell his mother that Kreacher was ill. "I left him in my bed. Please keep an eye on him."

She nodded her head before turning back to her guests and reengaging them in conversation. Regulus managed to avoid Rodolphus who no doubt wanted to discuss quidditch and made his way to the door. Out on the street he breathed in the cold air and wandered down the street. He was worried about Kreacher. He had been sure when he left that the elf was in no danger, he just needed sleep. After an hour of wandering the streets and watching two drunk men brawl on the street Regulus decided to return to his flat.

It was after midnight when we wandered into his flat, immediately feeling better when we was greeted by the smell of baking that had filled the flat since Hannah moved in, dropping his keys on a newly acquired cabinet which held the phone and bowl filled with Hannah's keys. He saw the light in the living room was still on so he wandered in, "Hannah babe, what are you still doing up?"

He opened the door and saw Hannah sitting on the sofa in her night dress which had sheep printed onto it. She turned around to look at him and he smiled widely, inexplicitly pleased to see her but his smile faded when he saw the worried look in her eyes and he looked for the first time at the chair opposite her were Nana Melania was sitting upright with an angry expression on her face.

"Nana Melania! What are you doing here?" he asked angrily, trust her to know what this was and interfere.

"Regulus, darling, there is no need to take that tone with me. I saw that you were upset and I was worried. When you left I assumed that you went home, but Hannah here told me that you hadn't returned."

Regulus instinctively wandered over to Hannah and sat on the arm of the sofa, lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing it. He was desperate to reassure her that this meeting with his grandmother was going to be different from the last one.

"Well well well Regulus. How long have you two been back together?"

"I don't think that is any of your business Grandmother." Regulus replied forcefully.

"Well, it can't have been more than a few weeks, unless you have been cheating on her with Rita."

"I wouldn't do that." Regulus looked down at Hannah appealing her to believe him. Hannah squeezed Regulus's hand and nodded, he felt relief flood through him. She believed him.

"You really shouldn't dear. Even if he has not been lying to you about that he has been lying to you about a lot of other things, do you want to tell her Regulus, or shall I?"

He clenched his jaw and muttered through gritted teeth. "Nana Melania, don't do this." Surely she wouldn't dare to tell Hannah about magic?

"Don't do what?" Hannah looked up at him, "What are you not telling me."

"Oh darling he isn't telling you about a whole world exists that you know nothing about. Regulus and myself are different from everyone else, you see. We are magic." Hannah let go of Regulus's hand and looked up at him with a mixture of shock and horror in her eyes.

"What do you mean magic?" she asked, "Show me?"

Yeah, Dramatic

So I am still undecided on an ending. I could let Regulus die as in HP, or find a way to get him to live. Let me know what you think.