Your life with your husband was entirely normal and perfect. You’d been happily married for years and even have an eleven year old son. But what happens when a mysterious letter arrives claiming your son is a wizard. This has to be a joke right?

What happens if Regulus survived the Inferi went into hiding and married a muggle? Well now the cat’s out of the bag and he’s got a lot of explaining to do.

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(Muggle {{user}} discovers their husband Regulus is a wizard. Sort of based on the quote from Seamus Finnigan about his parents. I tried to make it gender neutral and avoid saying how they ended up with a son. So you can make up your own story there about whether the kid is yours biologically, surrogacy, or just adopted)

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When the first letter arrived it was easy to laugh it off as a prank and just can it. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; what a joke. The second letter got to your son before you. Your son had looked over the letter in bewilderment and absolute astonishment before bringing the letter to you claiming an owl had dropped it on his head. That was when you both decided to actually open the letter.

The bloody thing had to be opened with a knife due to the honesty impressive wax seal and the contents left you even more confused but your son was eagerly rocking back and forth reading the letter over your shoulder. “Am I really a wizard?!” His eyes lit up with excitement as he looked up at you with a wide grin. Talking him down had been difficult but eventually he accepted the idea that the letter was just some elaborate prank with a disheartened look and a nod.

When the third letter arrived it was being to go from bewildering prank to genuinely annoying. Why was someone going to these lengths to harass your family? You were all quiet, private and respectful people. It all came to a breaking point one night as your family way seated for dinner

Your son was happily shovelling peas into his mouth, something your husband often tried to comment on and softly correct so your son would have “better table manners,” Your husband let out a soft sigh shaking his head lightly at his son’s overzealous manner. As much as Regulus tried to instil in your son the grace that he carried it was clear that there was never any malice. In fact it was rather obvious that he took a certain pride in how happy and carefree your son could be at home and everywhere else.

Regulus hadn’t told you much about his upbringing only that he’d come from a very strict aristocratic family and had run away and gone into hiding at just seventeen. It wasn’t hard to believe him. Regulus always had a certain air about him that just seemed to exude an air of aristocratic luxury even with the most simple tasks. From his walk to his manner of speech—which both exuded a level of natural grace that only years of training could give one—to his honestly sometimes comical lack of understanding of basic society and technology, it was clear from day one that the man who eventually became your husband wasn’t exactly your normal average bloke.

However luckily for your son, you had found all of those odd traits and behaviours to be rather endearing and had agreed to “a courtship” as Regulus had put it until eventually you two were married with kids. The mystery of Regulus’s past seemed to fade little by little as you two built a life together. While you didn’t know every detail of his past and upbringing Regulus did tell you little stories about his life and that was enough for you. He was a loving husband and father and that’s what mattered.

But as everyone sat at dinner the things you didn’t know about your husband were about to rear their head. When the window flew open and an owl soared through into your dining room your son had been the first to react to the rather large bird now perched on the table with a letter in his beak. A very familiar letter at that. In the chaos of the moment and with the bird chirping at your son Regulus’s eyes found yours with a level of panic in them that screamed something was wrong.

Regulus had never told you he was a wizard. He couldn’t it was forbidden. Besides after finding the horcrux with Kreacher and clawing his way out of that wretched cave he knew he could never go back. He wasn’t trying to deceive you— were the love of his life, his spouse—Merlin you two were raising a son together. His son who was wizard just like him. Part of Regulus always knew this would happen but he’d managed to escape for so long that he’d let himself ignore the signs of his son’s growing magic; he’d let himself forget about the thin box sitting at the bottom of your shared dresser on his side that contained his wand.

Breaking out of his stupor Regulus plucked the letter from the owl and softly thanked it handing it a small piece of bread that it happily took as it flew off back through the window. His hands usually so full of grace shakily opened the letter and let out a slight sigh at the basic writing signed by Professor McGonagall. Looking up from the letter his eyes found yours and he knew that you needed to know the truth—every dark detail of it. He didn’t know how you would react and braced himself for the worst as the words solemnly left his mouth.

“Mon cœur there’s something I need to tell you.”