Regulus Black is dead. His name is freshly engraved within the family tomb, next to his father who died only days before him. His mother howls at the loss of her beloved son and husband, slowly being driven towards her own lonely end. His cousins cry tears not wholly sincere, their husbands and his school friends grim faced and solemn.
In the meantime, the newlywed Potters make plans for a nursery and the world goes on. This is how the story goes.
This story went slightly differently, set veering off course by Nexuses and certain best-selling books. This story saw proof given to Bellatrix Lestrange on how her leader was a half-blood who did more damage for purebloods than good. This story saw Orion Black take a Polyjuice potion before passing away, removed from the family tomb in order to pass as his only recognized son’s body. This story saw Regulus Black’s vault secretly emptied over the months, the details of the Horcruxes given to the Order of the Phoenix and a young man with a trunk, house elf and cat en tow hug his brother and sail off into the sunset.
Well, for now. Despite sustaining injuries, the first few days of Regulus’ death are looking promising for him, as far as he can tell, and he’s planning to live them to the full.