"I assure you that this has nothing to do with my friends, Death Eater and none, since no one knew where I was going or for what reason. The only other being who knows is Kreacher and he-" Regulus turned around. "Where is Kreacher?" He didn't like not having his house-elf around when things were so up in the air, but if Kreacher left there had to be a eason.
"And I have no idea why you would think I'm dead. I've been with Mother and while I might have been dying of boredom through different dinners with possible in-laws, I've done nothing to make anyone think I'm dead," he said. "I was at the Three Broomstick just the other weekend. Severus insisted that we go there, for some reason. I told him that there are better places, but he keeps bringing up the Hog's Head as an alternative, when he know full well that I wouldn't set foot in that place."
Despite the diatribe, he couldn't help but smirk at Sirius. "I don't see how killing me would help with a fake death." He looked around. "Kreacher was Apparating us. He does not make mistakes. Something isn't right, Sirius, and I don't think it has anything to do with You-Know-Who." He'd be dead if the Dark Lord had any inkling about what he was about to do.