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Regulus stared incredulously at the letter in his hands.
Bellatrix found Caelum consorting with the Potter Heiress, disowned him and blew up half of Dartmoor castle in the process - according to her, they’ve been meeting up for years.
Their connection didn’t come as a complete shock to Regulus. After all, Caelum had already quoted that chit in his thesis. But disownment? What in Merlin’s name was Potter doing to the boys of her generation?
First his nephew, then RBC, the boy king Hurst and now Lestrange. And that was only who he knew of. Who could say what the chit got up to in her free time? Maybe she was going around kissing Draco Malfoy, getting proposed to by the Rosier Heir or flirting with the youngest Nott in her spare moments.
Regulus shook his head as if to dislodge those ridiculous thoughts. But no matter how hard he tried to dismiss them; he couldn’t shake off one nagging suspicion: had Harriet Potter been brewing love potions in the Alleys these past four years?