“Regulus.”

His face was blotched and wet with tears, but he had stopped crying. He did not look at Snape.

“There may be a way, Regulus.”

Regulus scrubbed a hand across his face. “What would you know about it.”

“Enough.”

A group of Ravenclaws passed them going up the stairs. One of them drew her robes aside with a sneer.

Regulus was quiet.

“I’ll help you,” said Snape.

Regulus blinked up at him. “Why?” Sunlight from the window above shone golden in his hair.

Snape looked down and said nothing.