"Depends on which sort of people find out I'm alive, I suppose," Regulus said, not looking happy about the idea either way.
Regulus scowled a little at the reminder. "I never hated you. Resented you, envied you, and misunderstood you, certainly. I didn't hate you. Even if I said I did," he amended with brutal honesty.
Regulus shrugged and nodded. That would work. He didn't particularly want Dumbledore nosing about anyways. "I'll let you know where I end up staying. It'll take me a few days to find something appropriate." Particularly since he didn't have an actual house any more. He paused a moment. "I suppose you got rid of everything at the house..." He couldn't imagine Sirius turning it over to be an orphanage without a thorough cleaning out, considering what sort of dark secrets the place had harbored for generations.