"I do look good for a dead man," he said, grinning. "And who says I'm dead. Did you ever find a body? Did you see me during the last attack? Did anyone know about my whereabouts before he fell? I know the answer to that one, because I wasn't dead, although it suited me for the world to believe I was dead. That is no longer the case."
Regulus sighed. "This is getting boring and it's apparent that Dumbledore hasn't told you anything about the Dark Lord's fall. Perhaps I should contact him directly. It's not like the Aurors have ever done something right when it comes to Dark magic."
He got up from the bad and went to stand before the man. He didn't care that he was shorter. He stood with his head up high, strong in his belief that he was better. "No glamour would last this long and at this vicinity. Sure, I could have used polyjuice, but how would anyone have genetic material of an aged Regulus Black if I'm indeed dead. Stop being an idiot. Also if you think I'll let you point a wand at me and not kill you on the spot, then you are even more stupid than I assumed. Now, would you like to know about Dark wizards who are currently killing people to gain more power? Or his my supposed identity this important? Because the way I see it, even if I'm not who I say I am, you might still want to know who's trying to rise up to power. However, if it makes you feel even better, I will let you arrange a meeting with my dear brother."