"My Death Eater? I didn't know that I had a Death Eater pet," he said with a smirk. "And stop saying that. I'm certainly not death." He hadn't planned on being alive for long, but he was most certainly not dead.
Regulus stopped when he heard the pop. "Did you find anything?"
Kreacher seemed shaken and the house-elf was many thing but never shaken. "Kreacher must be punished. He brought Master to the wrong time."
"We can deal with punishment after you tell me what you found," Regulus said, snapping.
"All wizards and witches are dead, Master. There is no one left. This is the year 2038. The house-elves run the school, but the school wants wizards and the schools brings wizards."
Regulus' patience was being tested, but he prided himself for his ability to stay calm, a skill that seemed to skip most Blacks. "2038, and you say that I died. Pray tell, what day is it?" As insane as it sounded, there were inches and inches of snow where there should be none."