“Are you dead?” Harry asked plainly. “I thought he was dead,” he said, turning to Remus and Sirius. Remus opened his mouth and then closed it again.
“No," Regulus said. "Not quite."
“Are you a ghost?” Harry tried again, this time sounding rather hopeful.
"Unlikely,” Regulus replied.
Harry considered him and then turned to Sirius. “Your brother is dead. You told me about him.”
"Well, that's what I thought too," Sirius murmured.
“Can I tell Ron?” Harry asked hopefully. “This is loads better than the ghoul he had in his attic.”
“Er, maybe hold off on that for a little bit,” Remus suggested, running his hand through Harry’s full head of dark hair.
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Or: it’s 1986, wolfstar is raising Harry, and someone who is supposed to be dead shows up at their door. Also known as a simply delightful fic, bitter recollections and sweet remembrances by @angeldejueves.
