"Draco will surprise you and go at eight," he teased. "He has a tongue on him and a sense of importance that puts all of us to shame. You have a wonderful child."
He shrugged. "Either the Committee for Experimental Potions or St. Mungo's. Either one will do. Wherever we have more connections or wherever we need more connections. I'll do my part." Regulus sighed again. "I know. I was hoping that being away from him would have helped her. Even the Dementors must be better than her obsession with him. It was so infuriating to see her grovel and be. She is so much better than him," he said with venom in his voice.
He hummed. "Not quite. I destroyed something that kept the Dark Lord alive, and then I let Dumbledore know that he could be destroyed. I wasn't stupid enough to duel the Dark Lord. Let Dumbledore get his hands dirty. The problem was that I didn't know what he had said and to whom. Sure, everyone was under the Imperius once the trials started, but remember right after? Chaos, people hiding, people killing. I didn't want to be another casualty. That and there was another group taking hold. They are the ones kidnapping and killing people now. Much like the Dark Lord, they are seeking immortality. I wasn't going to let more lunatics destroy us and I gathered information, pretending to be one of them. Once they started to suspect that I wasn't interested in losing my soul and looks for immortality, I knew it was time to come back to life. It's why I'm grateful to be here. No one can get me in this house. Same at Grimmauld Place. An inn simply wouldn't have been sufficient."