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“The only reason I haven't killed you where you stand is because you wear that family ring. It would have seared off your pinky if the magic considered your claim to my family illegitimate. You’re not my heir but you belong to someone.” Regulus crouched down in front of Harry whose veins were pumping polyjuice potion as he writhed against the full body bind. “I'd like to know who.”
“Who was it hm? Did my bitch of a cousin Bella actually manage to produce a spawn without immediately killing it?”
Harry ignored the flare of pain in his tailbone from being slammed against the floor and fought hard against the cursed ropes. This was highly unprecedented. Mainly because the man in front of him that looked horribly like Sirius was supposed to be dead.
“Or ohhh,” he mused, content with hearing his own voice for now, eyes flashing with cruel glee, “are you Cissy’s?” He cackled at his own gossip. “God you better be hers. I think I'd let you live just so that Lucius has to stomach keeping his wife's bastard son under his roof.”
“Perhaps,” his expression darkened. “You're my brothers. In which case I may have to go have a word with him for cocking up whatever was going on with him and the wolf. He was the only tolerable one of the bunch.”
Harry's anger flared up at the mention of Sirius. He willfully ignored the comment that he was suspiciously certain applied to Remus for now. One curveball at a time.
“Your brother is dead.” he spit out a glob of blood that sprayed itself over the man's worn shoes. He allowed a twinge of satisfaction at regulus’ disgusted face. And did not let the sharp kick to his stomach dim it even a little bit.