"I didn't say he'd be there or he'd care, only that he'll talk about it," he said, chuckling. "He's seven. I don't expect him to be entertained by adults sipping champagne, gossiping terribly about each other and starting awful rumours. Give him a few more years."
Regulus made a face. "I'm not one for charms. Experimental potions, on the other hand. I do love the Dark Arts as well. Bella's education was rather thorough, but it's best not to make that association in public." He stopped. "Have you been given an opportunity to see her? How is she? I do miss her."
He smiled at her. "I didn't die," he answered cheekily. "The Dark Lord borrowed Kreacher for a secret project. Being a Half-blood, he forgot who the true owner of a house elf is. No matter the instructions he got, it became obvious that he was losing his mind. He didn't care about blood purity or his followers. I knew what he was truly doing and how he could be destroyed. I won't go into the details, because I don't want you in danger, but let's just say that I decided that it was time for him to go."