"He was Voldemort's lackey, the pride of my parents, their little hero, but to me, he was a disgusting git!"
"Heh, later, in Azkaban, I heard he'd wanted to leave the Death Eaters because he'd got scared. But of course that was impossible, so he died."
Sirius rambled on, seemingly deeply dissatisfied with his younger brother, even disgusted by him, yet his emotions revealed that he cared about that brother-after all, they had grown up together, and their relationship had been quite good as children.
Edward said, "What if Regulus wasn't what you imagined?"
Sirius frowned.
"Don't forget, Sirius, for more than a decade, you were also considered a villain who betrayed Harry's father and joined Voldemort. But only you knew the truth."
Harry immediately looked over at that.
"..."
Sirius fell silent for a moment, then said quietly, "So Regulus was misunderstood too, just like me?"
Edward thought for a moment. "Actually, Kreacher knows the most about this. Unfortunately, he could never, and would never, tell you."
"That little bastard?"
Sirius immediately stood up. "I'll ask him right now!"
Edward and Audrey exchanged helpless looks. They should have waited until after dinner to tell him. At this rate, they probably wouldn't get to eat tonight.
Soon, Sirius's furious voice rang out, mingled with Kreacher's intermittent curses and shrieks. The Trio hurried over and immediately saw Sirius kick Kreacher two or three meters away, pointing at him and shouting, "I want you to tell me everything you know about Regulus!"
"No! You little brat whom Mistress despised! Kreacher will not betray Regulus!"
"I'm your master now. I order you... tell me this instant!"
Kreacher immediately sank into agonized indecision. He suddenly turned and slammed his head against the wall. "Useless Kreacher, useless Kreacher! Lost the thing the young master entrusted