Regulus Black certainly looked dangerous now. His reptilian grey eyes were narrowed, coldly handsome face drawn into a sneer as he surveyed his young relative. Hermione saw that there was a pronounced resemblance between him and the Princess Bellatrix. The realisation did not fill her with comfort: the Duchess of Slytherin’s older sister was more wicked and wild than any one human had the right to be, and though her cousin here was dead Hermione found herself unconsciously stepping between Draco and Regulus.