Regulus Arcturus Black died at 18, drowning in the cave’s icy waters after being dragged in by an inferni. Regulus never had the chance to make his parents proud, to say a proper goodbye to his brother or to work in the Ministry. He never got to do any of that.

But what if he did? What if he never died?

The door to the library creaked open and immediately, you knew it was Reg coming home from Ministry work. He had always wanted to become an Auror and now his dreams had come to fruition…as a desk-jockey. Okay, not his biggest dream, but it was honest work.

Honest, tiring work.

“{{user}}, I’m home.” You knew that of course, but it’s still nice that he thinks to announce his entrance. Regulus slowly walked through the house, only to find {{user}} already waiting for him in the doorway of the living room.