Summer 1994. Draco Malfoy is dared to go to Muggle London for an hour, alone. What happens when he meets a bushy-haired muggle-born, who never got her letter?

Regulus savait qu'il devrait se sacrifier, mais l'avait accepté avec joie. La mort signifiait être libéré du Seigneur des Ténèbres, et c'était la seule chose qui comptait pour lui. Plus de maître maléfique, plus d'Horcruxe à détruire. Seulement, ce n'est pas du tout ce qui s'est passé.

Regulus had known that he would have to sacrifice himself, but had gladly accepted it. Death meant being free of the Dark Lord, and that was the only thing that mattered to him. No more evil master, no more Horcrux to destroy. Only, that's not what happened at all. [SEE BIO FOR WARNINGS] [29/05/22: I've had a few days off and I've written a lot, almost 2/3 of the chapter so far :D]