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Regulus congratulated Narcissa as soon as the news was confirmed. He smiled as warmly as he possibly could as a wave of nausea hit him hard.
All he had to do was look towards Malfoy to know that any child Lucius had would be condemned to a depressing fate. A fate with no choice, a fate filled with despair and one so lonely that it would crush the poor child.
A fate that Regulus knew all too well.
He couldn’t do it, couldn’t bear the thought of his soon-to-be cousin left with only Malfoy’s prejudiced thoughts. It wouldn’t end well for the baby. It couldn’t.
So, Regulus did the only thing he could. He wrote it all out and made sure that the next Malfoy heir would get a complete story, one that wasn’t biased, one that wasn’t shrouded in darkness aimed at being an infallible truth.
Regulus wrote to his cousin and hoped it would be enough.
