"I have no idea," Harry said, falling back against Regulus" chest, and pressing his face to his bare neck, and feeling both the warmth and coolness there he would never take for granted again. "I have no clue, but she's alive and she's out there somewhere and she will be with us when war is well and truly here. We mustn't seek her out before her time. Consequences will be grave should we defy them on this," the words ached, both because they hurt and because they were not his own. It was really beginning to become his most hated thing. When the Ancients used him as some type of puppet. 