Prologue
Regulus was surprised to have survived the cave, at times he disbelieved how lucky he was to be alive. Alongside the joy that he was alive and that he was safe, he also felt relieved to be reunited with his older brother. When Hannah, after fourteen hours of Labour had finally gave birth to their son he did not even have to ask his wife what the boy's name would be. Rather he was named after the bravest man Sirius knew. Their relationship grew from strength to strength with the pair exchanging letters until Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban. At that point Regulus had been desperate to prove his brother's innocence but was reassured by Nana Melania and Hannah there was nothing he could do.
Regulus instead had the joy of watching his son growing up; hearing his first word "broom" one afternoon in the garden, watching him take his first steps in the kitchen, seeing him play with his younger sisters and eventually hugging him goodbye as he left for school at eleven. Regulus found as much joy in Ara who was in every way like Hannah and in Norma who seemed to be the perfect mixture between them both. With their children happy, Hannah and Regulus enjoyed their lives more carefree than they would have guessed on the night that he had been brought from the cave injured. The joy they had was most frequently shared with Hannah's brothers and Nana Melania, all of which were adored by their children. And in time Hannah's father even began to like Regulus.
When news of his mother's death reached him he mourned for her, sad that she could never have changed her ways and see her family grow. His brother's death, shortly after Sirius had become reacquainted with them all, left the entire family devastated. Ara had cried herself to sleep for weeks, and Norma only slightly less.
When the news came that Voldemort was dead at last and that all the horcruxes had been destroyed, the Blacks came out of hiding. Upon re-emerging into society he had been arrested and thrown into Azkaban, Hannah, needless to say had been distraught but after three days the Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt can to his cell and helped him off the ground.
It wasn't until Regulus was greeted back at the door of his home and embraced by his wife and children that he discovered why he had finally been released. Sitting in his living room was none other than Harry Potter. He recognised him immediately, in spite of being out of touch with the wizarding world since before Harry was born the resemblance the young man bore to his father was so significant there was no mistaking his identity. Regulus was distracted for a moment by memories of his sadly deceased brother and Sirius's best friend cursing Regulus in second year as a joke.
He listened as Harry retold how the truth had been revealed and now Regulus was a hero. Regulus objected, not worthy of the honour being given to his older brother, Remus Lupin, Dumbledore and Neville Longbottom, among many others.
When Kreacher heard his master was still alive the elf was overjoyed and for the rest of his life split his time between the Potter's and the Black's. Much to the surprise of everyone Kreacher even grew to love Hannah, despite her muggle status.
Ara and Norma were able to finish their education in Hogwarts where Ara was sorted into Hufflepuff and Norma was a Gryffindor. While Sirius was too old for school he did manage to get a job playing Quidditch with Puddlemere United, where he because close friends with Oliver Wood, both of whom made the England Quidditch team at the same time. While Regulus renewed friendships with people like Thomas and happily showed off his wife at the Three Broomsticks, while treating her to endless magical presents to amuse her. Regulus Black was happier than he would ever have thought possible all because of the rain in Manchester and late deatheaters.
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