Regulus called in sick for work the next morning, with everything that had happened last night he could not face interviewing the world Gobstone champion on the third edition of their autobiography. He pulled himself and made his way to the kitchen where Hannah was throwing stuff rather violently into her bag. Regulus had never seen her angry, it was not an emotion he had ever caused her to express, and as much as it saddened him to be the cause of it he couldn't help admire how anger made her eyes lit up and how cute her frown lines were.

"Good morning," he offered cautiously. She responded by throwing a mug of coffee at his head. Regulus ducked, being a seeker meant he had quick reflexes, "Your aim is getting better." He grinned. Last night she had thrown several items at him after his grandmother had revealed everything, all about magic, all about her being not good enough for the family as she was a muggle, everything about him being someone who bullied muggle borns as much as everyone else. The whole disaster had lasted hours, Nana Melania had been determined to convince her that it was true and eventually Hannah gave in. When Nana Melania left Hannah had yelled, threw a few plates at him, missing by miles, and stormed off into her room. He had tried in vain to get her to come out again and talk to him before going to bed.

She snarled at his remark about her aim. "Good next time I will make sure you are not watching, that way you won't duck." She put on a pair of heels and threw ballet pumps into her bag.

"Where are you going?"

"Work."

"But Hannah we need to talk."

She ignored this statement and shoved past him, he turned to follow her but by the time he reached the hall she had slammed to door behind her. Regulus buried his hands in his head. He didn't know what to do, but he also didn't know what he thought was going to happen. It was inevitable she would find out everything and it was never going to go well. He would just give her time.

He sighed and went and got dressed figuring he should check on Kreacher. He snuck into Grimmauld place, revealed his mother was still asleep and went upstairs to his old room were the house elf was still sleeping. Regulus sat down on a wooden chair beside the bed and watched the elf as he slept. Regulus was both nervous and eager to hear what the elf had to say. Regulus felt like the weight of the world rested on him. He had put his old house elf and friend at risk for a relationship which may well be doomed. He thought of the owls he had received daily from Thomas after their meeting a few weeks earlier, all of which pleaded with him to be sensible and to come and talk to him, none of which he had replied to. But he knew what he was doing was right. He knew the Dark Lord was evil, he knew that he had made horcruxes and he knew that if he loved Hannah, and he did, that the Dark Lord being defeated was the only way to protect her, and the only way they could be together, if she even wanted that. He sighed and buried his head in his hands for the second time that day.

Around midday Kreacher woke up. Regulus was relieved that the elf was feeling well and ordered Kreacher he was still to rest. Regulus listened in horror as the elf spoke of the cave, the blood offering, of a locket with an "S" on it, of how the elf had been made to drink the potion and all that he saw. Regulus felt as though his worst fears had been confirmed. There was little doubt in his mind that this was a horcrux and the cave was it's protection. He was just relieved that Kreacher came home, so much so that Regulus hugged the elf and feeling the weight of everything Regulus started to sob into his chest. Kreacher was rather taken aback and lay rigidly for a few minutes until Regulus got a hold of himself.

When Regulus had recovered from his outburst he left the elf to sleep and wandered back to his flat. He was just outside it when he saw a ginger haired girl sitting on his front step looking outraged. He recognised her immediately as Paula, Hannah's friend.

He stopped in front of her and she looked up at him, her eyes wide, "What did you do?"

"What?"

"Hannah called me in the middle of the night, sobbing hysterically, I couldn't get a straight word out of her. Her business is going great, as we all knew it would so it must be something you did."

Regulus looked at the ground, not able to meet her eye. He shrugged.

"Look, don't bother lying to me. She was so happy when she moved down here, convinced you guys were going to get back together, her bakery would be a success and that her hair was going to sit perfectly for the rest of her life. Have you found someone else?"

"No. There is no one else." He was at least being honest about that, "Who else could there be?"

"Well then why is she calling me in such a state."

Regulus paused and clenched his jaw again. "We had a fight."

"What kind of fight?"

"A massive one. I don't know if we are going to work it out." His voice broke at the last bit. He cursed himself for being such a crybaby. If Barty or his mother were to see him like this he would never hear the end of it.

Paula's face softened, she got up and gave him a hug, "come on now, I am sure you can work it out. Nothing is that bad. Now let's go upstairs and work out a plan to sort this out."

After an hour of talking to Paula Regulus was convinced he could fix what was going on with Hannah and show her he was the same guy she fell in love with. So he went to the bakery.

The one in London was decorated much differently to the dark one in Manchester. It had walks painted white, bright flowers on the tables, a trellice with rosses growing up it on one of the inside walls. The wooden chairs were painted blue. It looked like a reflection of Hannah and this made him smile. He wandered up to the counter and pretended to stare down at it but out of the corner of his eye he was focused on Hannah who was chatting happily to a customer. She looked perfect in her ankle length blank skirt and her burgundy t shirt which was mostly covered in a black apron. When the old lady had finished praising her lemon meringue pie Hannah turned round to see him waiting there.

"What do you want?"

"To talk."

She glared and sighed and beckoned him to follow her, she led him out to the back alleyway and leaned against the wall opposite the dumpster. "So talk."

"Hannah, please. I am so sorry. I know you think I have lied and that's because I did. I hid a massive part of me from you, but you must understand that doesn't change who I am or how I feel about you."

"Reg, I feel like I don't know who you are anymore."

"Yes you do. You know me. You know I love custard tarts, you know I make rubbish jokes, you know I hate the smell of cloves, you know that I don't always do what my family says and you know that I love you more than anything." She refused to meet his eyes. "I couldn't tell you. Wizarding law says that I can't tell muggles, (non magic people) about my powers. They are very strict that you can only tell them once you are married. I would have told you the second we were."

"I don't believe we had made plans to get married." Her tone was angry.

"No. they were only in my head I guess."

"Ok. I get that you would have broken the law, but what your Gran said about you hating "muggles", bullying kids at school who had non magical parents, and Lord whatsit? I mean how could you feel that way and do those things and want to be with me?"

"I wasn't expecting that to happen. I was sure I knew what was right. I am not trying to make excuses but my family had raised me to be arrogant. To believe I was better than everyone else. They gave me everything I wanted, especially when Sirius acted up I was the good son, the one who couldn't put a foot wrong. I was stupid and arrogant. I thought being pure blood made me better as everyone had always told me that. And then I met you, and I just figured you were different. You weren't like other muggles. But I was wrong about that too. Muggles aren't stupid animals as my mother would have me believe and you showed me that." He sighed. "Look Hannah, I am not a good person and I have made more mistakes in my short life than most people make if they live to be 100 but I know that I have done wrong. And I know that you are all good and I need goodness in my life."

Regulus looked at Hannah, and was pleasantly surprised to see her expression had softened.

"I am sorry I lied. And I promise I will spend the rest of my life putting right my mistakes."

"Ok."

"ok? Really?"

"I am still mad at you but we can try and work this out."

"You won't regret this,"

"I better not Reg."