"I could always stop?" Jake suggested, though he really didn't want to. "It's fine, but the offer is there in case you need a place away for a night."
He grinned, pleased to make Regulus amused at the suggestion. Jake could imagine Regulus trying to put a jangly little bell around his brother's ankle or neck.
"He's been given a second chance at life, the same as you. So, who knows what plans he might have. I know you would be happy if he became the Black that he is," Jake remarked.
Jake opened his mouth to reply to the muggle girl living at Malfoy Manor, but something in Regulus' demeanor made a memory flash in his mind.
It was Albus Dumbledore, right after he had invaded Jake's mind. After it had happened, Jake had been taken for a turn and the events after were disjointed...hard to remember.
And then something came to the forefront.
Voldemort poisoned us, and now that your curiosity has been satisfied, you hold a man's life in your hands.
"Voldemort," Jake whispered, his face confused. His eyes went into focus, seeing Regulus' face clear again.