Little Harry Potter lived in an ordinary house at #4 Privet Drive. He lived with his ordinary family, his aunt Petunia who was long necked and always had the latest gossip of the neighborhood. His uncle Vernon, a large beefy man who was a manager at a large drill company. And lastly his cousin Dudley, a precocious child who wouldn’t win any Nobel prizes but the teachers all agreed was a good kid. If anyone ever asked them they would tell you they were perfectly respectable people and a standard of the type of people you would like to be. A upstanding family with a perfectly manicured lawn, they were the last ones you would expect to have any kind of secret.

But even the Pope has his secrets.

Little Harry was in his cupboard under the stairs curled up on his little cot listening closely for his Uncle Vernon. You see he did something out of the ordinary today. He was doing his chores like his Aunt told him, pulling the weeds out of the flower beds to keep them perfect like his aunt liked. He had almost been done when Dudley came running out of the house, pushing him over and stomping on his aunts prized Lilys before running back into the house and calling for his mum.

“Muuuuuum! Harry ruined your flowwwwers!”

Harry was scared, the lilys were his aunts favorites and this would mean he would be trapped in his cupboard for a long long time if she found them like this. Harry desperately tried to fix the flowers but no matter what he did the flowers stayed dead on the ground. Harry sat his hands on the soil and tried not to cry, that always made her madder, while he waited for his aunt. He wished and wished that the flowers would be better so he wouldn't be in trouble.

He heard his aunts gasp and Harry curled into himself to scared to look, he knew what was coming.

“What did you do you little freak!” Aunt Petunia hissed

Harry frowned confused, they only called him freak when he did something freaky, he didn't do that. Harry looked up and gasped, oh no! He did do something freaky. Aunt Petunias flowers that were broken and dead were now was a vibrate garden of lilys, bright and healthy.

Oh no.

“Get to your cupboard and stay there. Vernon will deal with you when he gets home,” Aunt Petunia said dragging him up by the arm and pushing him to the door.

Harry had been in the cupboard all day now waiting for his uncle to come see him. He heard him come home hours ago and since then Harry had been extra quiet. He remembered the last time he did something freaky his body hurt so bad he had trouble moving for days, it was so hard to do his chores on those days. Harry froze when he heard footsteps coming, he could barely hear him unlocking the door through his heart pounding in his chest.

So he wished and wished with all his might to be anywhere else, to be anywhere safe. As the door opened Harry saw a his uncles face and it went black. Harry felt like he was being squeezed through a long tube before it stopped. Harry kept his eyes closed tightly, he didn’t want to open them and see Uncle Vernon. Harry didn’t know how long he stayed there still with his eyes closed before he heard a voice.

“What are you doing out here with no scales young speaker?”

Harrys eyes flew open and he gasped. He was standing in the middle of a forest, trees sounded him from all directions, if he listened really hard he could hear the sound of a river near by. Wide eyed Harry spun in a circle looking for his family but he didn't see them anywhere!

“Young Speaker?”

The voice! Harry looked around frowned, he didn't see anyone.

“Hello?” Harry called out

“Down here young one”

Harry looked down and gasped, curled in font of his feet with its head up from its body was a snake, it was beautiful! It was a dark green with red feathers surrounding its head, its large eyes looked like a milky yellow.

“Your beautiful!” Harry hissed and reached his hand out. A man on the TV said that people shouldn't touch snakes because they could be harmful but this snake looked nice

The snake let out a pleased hiss and curled around his arm until its face was in front of Harrys.

“I like you young one. You will be my hatchling and I will take care of you.”

Harry smiled real big, “Will you protect me if my family comes for me? I don’t want to go with them.”

“Of course Hatchling! I will be able to protect you from anyone.”

“Thank you! Whats your name Ms. Snake?”

  “I don’t have a name hatchling. I escaped my keeper before he could name me maybe you can think of one. But for now come, we will go to my cave for cover. It’s going to rain soon.”

Harry didn’t now what to name the snake at first, he couldn't think of any name that was good enough for the pretty snake. So she told him stories, his favorites were about the people who built the big school for magic. His favorite was Rowena so thats the name he chose and she loved it. He liked Rowena cave alot. It was much bigger then his cupboard and she made sure he had alot of big leaves to keep him warm. She had even taught him how to make a fire  for his food with his freakishness! No, Rowena said it wasn’t freakishness, she said it was magic.

He could do magic!

She said one day I might be able to go to the magic school to learn, Harry hoped this was true.

“Hatchling,” Rowena hissed as she curled into his lap

“Yes?”

“I would like to bond with you. So you can be my forever wizard and we never have to be separated.”

“I would love that Rowena! I never want to be separated from you your my favorite person in the whole world,” Harry said excitedly. He never ever wanted to be without her, she was the nicest snake in the world.

“Good my little snakeling. I’m going to bite you okay? It will hurt but only for a minute and then we will never be separated.”

Harry hesitated, he didn’t want to be hurt but he never wanted to lose her.

“Okay Rowena. Go ahead.”

He barely saw her strike him before he cried out as he felt her bite his arm, releasing her venom into his arm. After what felt like forever Harry felt really warm and happy, he giggled as Rowena pulled back and let out a hiss.

“There you go hatchling. Now we will never be separated.”

Harry had been with Rowena for over a week when they heard the sound of crunching leaves and sticks by the edge of the cave. Harry tensed up and grasped Rowena with his hand as she hissed and arched her body up. She told him she was called a Basilisk and when she was older she would be able to kill people with her eyes but right for right now she only had her venom but that would be more then enough if needed.

Harry watched the opening of the cave with wide eyes, he hoped his family didn't find him!

But it wasn’t his family.

A man with pretty hair slowly entered the cave, a stick with a bright light at the end of it. He froze when he caught site of the snake that was posed protectively in front of Harry.

“I mean no harm,” the man said quietly crouching down in front of Harry and Rowena.

“Who are you,”Harry whispered, his hand still holding onto Rowena.

“My names Regulus. I was looking for someone when I felt your magic, I thought it might have been him.”

“Oh. My names Harry this is Rowena, shes my fa-fai--.”

Regulus smiled, “Your familiar?”

“Yes!”

“Should I bite him hatchling?”

“Rowena! He’s nice, no biting.”

“Your a Parselmouth,” Regulus breathed, he smiled real big showing off his teeth.

“Whats that?” Harry said confused.

“It’s what we call a wizard who can speak to snakes,” Regulus hesitated before continuing, “Would you like to come with me? You can bring your snake with you and I’ll keep you both safe.”

“Really? Let me ask Rowena, this is her cave and she might not want to leave it,” Harry said seriously. He wouldn’t make her leave her home unless she wanted to, he would stay in this cave with her forever.

“What do you think Rowena? Are you okay with leaving the cave and going with him?”

Rowena arched up and flicked her tongue, tasting the air, “Yes, we can go with him. I can taste his darkness, we can make him keep us safe. If he attacks you I will kill him.”

Harry smiled up at Regulus, “We would love to go with you Mr. Regulus.”

It had been a week since Regulus found Harry and Rowena deep in the forest of Albania. After questioning Harry about his life before the forest Regulus immediately brought in a healer when the boy told him he was six. The child was small, Regulus had assumed he was around 4 due to his size and slight stature. That was unfortunately not the case. The healer advised the child had been at the least neglected but very possibly they had been abused for the first several years of their life. Harry wouldn’t open up the the Healer however so they were unsure of the complete problem, they did provide a potions list and other instructions to get Harrys health to what its suppose to be for a six year old child.

While Harry refused to tell the Healer about his previous guardians he had no problem telling Regulus. Harry told him he lived with his Aunt Petunia, his uncle and cousin. Something about the name pulled at his mind but he couldn’t pin it and when would he ever have met the muggle? As if it was completely normal he spoke of missing meals and long days of hard labor disguised as chores. He told Regulus that he had never gone to school because his recitatives didn’t want anyone to know about him, he didn’t mind that part. The only time Harry showed true fear and shame was when he spoke about what he called his “Freakishness”. Reguluss’ eyebrow raised as Harry recalled event after event of him using accidental magic. He was very strong magically, Regulus had never heard of a child his age with so many magical surges. Regulus told Harry this and watched as his young eyes lit up, he told himself he would start training the child as soon as possible once he was better.

The next step in Harrys recovery was to actually find out who he was, Regulus was positive the child wasn’t a muggleborn but you never did know.

This called for a trip to Gringotts.

“We are going to Floo together to Gringotts. This is floo powder, you throw it into the flame and it will turn green. All you do is step in and say the name of your destination, for now we will always do it together but soon you will learn on your own,” Regulus explained as he threw the powder in. Stepping in Harry kept a tight grip onto his robes.

“Gringotts!”

Regulus caught Harry as he went tumbling out and helped him stand back up, “Now Harry listen closely. Stay close to me and do not say anything, they can be easily offended and we do not want that. It is always a good rule of thumb to have respect for those holding your money.”

Harry nodded and shifted Row over making she was secure before following Regulus deeper into the bank. He ignored the tellers on the side and instead went to a large counter at the back of the bank.

“Greetings Master Goblin, I require a Inheritance test for my ward,” Regulus announced as the goblin peered up to him.

“Of course. GRIPHOOK!” The goblin shouted, a goblin came running up to them, “Escort them to Ironclaws office.”

Regulus inclined his head, “My gratitude master goblin.”

Regulus went to follow the goblin but stopped and started as Harry copied his movements before following onto him.

“Good job,” Regulus said quietly as they followed the goblin. Harry had his grasp on Regulus robes eyes wide as he started at the grand bank full of marble and gold. Goblin made weapons and jewelry were in cases and attached to walls.

“Here you are, Master Ironclaw,” Griphook stated opening the door, after providing the proper goodbye Regulus and Harry entered the room and greeted Ironclaw.

“You need an inheritance test,” Ironclaw questioned as he gathered the supplies.

“Yes for my ward here. I found him in the forest and we unfortunately are missing his family information.”

“Yes of course, three drops of blood.”

The blood dropped onto the parchment  flashing red before spreading out, forming words on the parchment in black ink. Regulus choked as his eyes took in the paper.

Name:Hadrian James Potter-Black

Father:James Potter

Mother:Lily Potter nee Evens

Sire:Sirius Black

Heir-

Potter

Black

Prevell

Godfather: Regulus Black/Severus Snape

Godmother:N/A

“What does it say?” Harry asked trying to peer at the parchment on the desk.

Regulus crouched down and looked him in the eye, “Your name is Harry James Potter Black, it would seem you are my nephew.”

“Really?” Harry asked in awe.

“It would seem so,” Regulus said with one last smile before standing and frowning at the Goblin, “My brother is listed as Sire and not Father. Why?”

“It was done by blood adoption. Done shortly after birth,” Ironclaw answered staring down at the paper.

“I don’t see Petunia Dursley on this list. Why was he given to her?”

“The head of the Wizengamot had all records sealed after the death of the Potters. We were unable to release the wills or correct guardianship.”

Regulus frowned, “Who do you have listed as his guardian?”

“Lord Sirius Black is listed as his guardian.”

“Sirius never had a trial before he was sent to Azkaban,” Regulus mumbled, “So in this case his guardian ship would go to me, correct? As godfather as well as family.”

“Yes,” Ironclaw said.

“Excellent!”Regulus clapped his hands together and looked at Harry with a smile, “What do you say Harry? Would you like me to be your official guardian until Sirius comes back?”

“Yes please,” Harry was a little nervous, his last uncle wasn’t very kind to him. But Regulus has been nothing but nice to him since he found him.

“Lets get it done. I also want all of his vaults locked down until he is old enough for the heir ship. All of them.”

“You did very well with the goblins Harry,” Regulus said as they started dinner.

Harry positively beamed and started eating his food with gusto. It had taken a few days for Harry to start eating and to not be afraid of asking for food. Harry had been adjusting well for a child of abuse in Regulus opinion, but of course there had been some set backs. The wrong tone of Regulus voice had him freezing in panic and waiting for punishment until Regulus explained he was okay and that he wouldn’t be punished for that. The first couple days he sent, Kreacher, their house elf, into a panic trying to cook meals and clean the manor, this problem was much easier to solve. Harry was relieved when he realized he didn’t need to do the cooking or cleaning for the large manor and ended up striking a weird friendship with the elf. Regulus had even caught Harry helping him a few times much to his horror, the child insisted though. He wanted to help his “friend”, some battles Regulus wasn’t going to fight.

Their biggest challenge had been the first time Harry used accidental magic. Because Harry had never gone to school Regulus had been tutoring Harry to get him caught up to where he needed to be. It was during one of these lessons that Harry had been unable to figure out the problem and in his frustration set his schoolwork on fire. Before Regulus had a chance to do anything Harry turned stark white and ran from the room. It had taken Regulus an hour to find him, curled up in a ball hidden in a small nook on the third floor, Rowena in a protective stance in front of him. It was another two hours before he was able to convince Harry that he was safe and his accidental magic was a good thing and nothing would happen to him. The next day Regulus decided it was time to start Harrys had recovered enough and started his magical training.

With Harry now fully settled Regulus started looking into the next phase of his plan. Getting Sirius free.

Sirius Blacks true alliance had been the best kept secret of the Dark Sect during the first war. After leaving the family home at sixteen he hid out with the Potters and migrated his way into the light. There were rumors of course, that he was dark in hiding, but every rumor that saw light was shot down viciously by James Potter and Albus Dumbledore, both assured that Sirius was nothing like his family.

With them in his corner it made his cover was fully secure and gave him the ability to go between with no trouble. The plans were made shortly after his first year of Hogwarts, a Black in Gryffindor was an anomaly but it did take much courage to play into the light. When Severus came forward with the prophecy they were thrown into true darkness for the first time. Voldemorts most loyal followers knew the truth of his immortality and intimately knew the damage that had been done to their lord with every Horcrux created. They had been unable to convince their Lord that the prophecy would only work if it was believed and followed. Self-fulfilling they told him, reminding him of the story of Odipes and how his fear caused his death. The horcruxs had done to much damage by this time and there was no reasoning with him.

So the new plan had been made. A child said to be as powerful as their lord would make a horrid enemy or an Heir, one as powerful as him and able to bring him back if necessary.

The sensitivity of the plan made it more dangerous then the actual prophecy,  so precations had to be made. Sirius Black was the only one who knew the complete plan outside of Severus. His job? To get the child and bring him in, it worked at first. He was able to adopt the child with James and Lilys permission, he changed the Godparents ensuring that if something happen to him the child would go to someone in the dark sect.

It had not gone to plan. Severus part was played perfectly, he ran to Dumbledore with the knowledge that Voldemort was going to kill the Potters, causing them  to go into hiding. Then the plan went to shit, no one expected Pettigrew to convince the Potters to change the keeper until it was to late. He told Voldemort the secret and the attack happen later that night, attacking Sirius the next day and getting him sent to Azkaban.

Regulus knew none of this of course. He had been running around the world learning all he could about Horcuxs and gathering them while the world thought him dead. By the time he came out of the forest of Albania in November of 1991 his Lord had been vanquished and Harry Potter was missing.

But that was then, now things were different. Regulus was successful in finding the Horcruxs and the ritual needed to bring Horcrux pieces back to their main soul piece. He had gone to Gringotts and the Ministry shortly after to start setting up his life, he wasn’t hiding that he was alive but most people didn’t look into it. What he needed now was Sirius and in order to get him he needed Pettigrew. The world may have thought Peter was dead but Regulus knew better. Early on in his service he had family trees made of quite a few members of the Death Eaters for research, Peter was one of them.

Laying the map out he chanted a complex tracking charm over the bowl that held a few drops of Peters blood. Regulus made a mental note to warn Harry about keeping his blood safe, many dangerous things could be done with someones blood. When the charm completed Regulus was looking at a map, pinpointed in the middle of the map was Peters location, Ottery St. Catchpole.

Why the hell was Peter with the Weasleys?

Leaving Harry in the capable hands of Rowena and Kreacher, Regulus made his way to the burrow. Regulus transformed into his animagus form, a deep black raven, and flew through the wards and around the house. Sleeping on a window seal near the top of the house was a rat, brown and unassuming missing a toe. Well that was convenient.

Taking a dive Regulus grabbed him with his talons securely and flew away, Peter had attempted to squirm away before freezing as he realized how high in the air he was. Regulus made sure he was secure and made his way to a space he had already prepared.

He dropped Peter in the middle of the ritual circle and landed outside of it, transforming back as he did. Peter ran around the circle a few times, trying to find a way to escape before falling in the middle of the circle breathing heavy.

“You might as well transform back Peter, if you don’t I will make you. Your choice,” Regulus said.

“Regulus my friend!,” Peter cried transforming back, “I’m so glad to see you, I thought you were dead.”

“Well you were suppose to,”Regulus said waiving him off, “You weren’t important enough to know the truth. Now, no sense in waiting, sit tight and I’m going to do a quick ritual, then you are going to the Ministry to confess your sins and get Sirius free.”

Peter started begging in the circle but Regulus ignored him, quickly starting the chat he felt the power take as he took control of Peter. While the imperious did wonders for control it could be caught or broken, this ritual however was untraceable and unbreakable without another ritual. Since he learned this in a small village South Africa he was confident no one would break it.

Thirty minutes later Peter was making his way into the Ministry and giving himself up as the true mastermind behind the deaths of the Potters.

Azkaban was hell on earth. With over 5 years of being locked in their Regulus was expecting his brother to be in a much worse condition. Hours after sending Peter to the Ministry he was contacted by his informants and made his way to Mungos where Sirius was getting treatment for his unlawful imprisonment. Reguluss’ private healer had been able to get Sirius transferred into his care and soon he was sleeping in the master bedroom of Black Manor.

Sirius was much skinnier, most of his muscle had been diminished from the starvation and his skin was so pale it was almost see through. When they spoke briefly before going into his enchanted sleep Sirius was cognizant and didn’t seem have any lasting effects on his mind. Overall Regulus was sure Sirius would be back to his old obnoxious self in no time.

Harry was more excited for Sirius then Regulus was. Sirius was his third parent, for a child who grew up as an orphan the chance of having a parent was a dream come true for him. He made Regulus tell him story after story of Sirius, describing everything in great detail. He also asked Kreacher who had no problem telling his little master anything he wanted.

The sooner Sirius woke up the better in Regulus opinion, he liked the kid but even he had limits of his patience.

Regulus stood to the side of Sirius bed with a bouncing Harry next to him chattering to Rowena. Today was the day Sirius was set to wake up from his enchanted sleep and he was thankful. Not only to have his brother back but for Harry to have a parent. Regulus had always said he would never have children and the last three months with Harry had only reaffirmed his desire to be an Uncle only.

He wasn’t a bad child of course, well behaved and polite, he also soaked up knowledge like a sponge. English, math, history, etiquette and heir training, he had a thirst for knowledge and was always on time for lessons regardless of time of day. Magically the kid was a powerhouse with wandless abilities that frankly Regulus had never seen in his life. Regulus had only intended to teach theory and meditation to begin his training in occlumency but Harry had surprised him by learning to work the spells themselves. So instead he started teaching the spells themselves after theory, it was working great. But he had things to do and Harry liked to be around him as much as possible, and there were some things children didn’t need to see.

Sirius awoke slowly. The last thing he remembered was the guards getting him from Azkaban.

Wait. No.

His brother. Reggie.

Reggie had brought him to Black Manor and told him he was going to be put to sleep so he could heal faster. Well thank Merlin for that.

The darkness was getting brighter as his feelings came back to him slowly. His legs..his chest…his arms, working his way through the darkness he started to hear the sounds around him. There was his brother, his smooth voice talking low to another. The other voice was higher, not a man but a child, a hissing breaking through every time and being answered by another hiss.

Marvolo?

Opening his eyes bright light assaulted him and he quickly shut them again.

“Bloody hell turn down the lights,” He said, his voice raspy.

“It’s okay Harry, he wasn’t talking to you,” His brother said quietly, “Its dark now Sirius.”

Harry? Who the hell was Harry?

Slowly opening his eyes he sighed in relieve, it was dark. He looked over to the voices, Regulus stood there looking the exact same and next to him, was a child.

Bright green eyes were peering at him, black hair curled at his shoulders slightly hidden by the snake that was wrapped around his neck. Looking closer Sirius blanched.

“Is that a Basilisk?”

“Yes! Her name is Rowena, we’ve been so excited for you to wake up! How do you feel? Do you need anything? Water? Are you cold? Do-,”the child started his barrage of questions.

Regulus placed his hand on Harrys shoulder, “Calm yourself child. He just woke up from a very deep sleep, he will need a few minutes to gather his wits.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Lord Black,” the child said quietly, his beaming smile still on his face.

Sirius studied the child, something about him was very familiar. His eyes, the swoop of his nose, high cheekbones, a bit small but he couldn’t have been older then five. Actually, he looked a bit like James but wrong eyes, James eyes were wider and brown. The childs were green and more almond, almost like…

Oh, Sirius thought his foggy brains making the connection, Harry.

“Call me Sirius, Lord Black makes me feel old,” Sirius said smiling, “You must be Harry.”

Harry bounced a little, ignoring the hiss of annoyance from Rowena, “Yes! I’m Harry.”

“I’m pleased to meet you Harry. I’m feeling fine but I would like some water,” Sirius said clearing his throat slightly.

“I’ll go get some!” Harry exclaimed running from the room.

“We have a house elf,” Regulus said quietly, exasperation in his voice.

“No bother. How old his he?” Sirius was confused, he had been in prison for 5 years, Harry should have been almost 7, maybe even 7 depending on the date.

Regulus glanced at the door Harry had left, “He’s almost seven.”

“Why is he so small? He looks four, maybe five.”

“Let me set Harry up with work and I’ll tell you. It’s not a conversation for his ears,” Regulus said making his way to the door.

Sirius just nodded and waited for him to come back, shifting his body and moving his limbs to get the feelings back. A few minutes later Regulus came back into the room, cup of water in hands.

“Harry insisted I bring this to you. You will learn hes an insistent child and usually not worth the effort of arguing with,” Regulus explained as he placed the cup down.

Sirius barked out a laugh before taking a drink, “He does have Black blood in him. Now what happen.”

Regulus sat in the chair by the bed and sighed, “As you know the plan went to complete shit. I had no idea what was going on until I came back from abroad and by then it was to late. Our Lord was gone and I had no idea where the child had gone.”

Sirius frowned, “Where did he go?”

“Dumbledore placed him with the Dursleys,” Regulus sneered.

“He placed a magical child with those magic hating bastards!” Sirius exclaimed, “I always knew he was a barmy old fool but bloody hell.”

“It gets worse. They treated the child worse then a house elf, cooking, cleaning. He wasn’t able to go to school, they kept him locked up in a cupboard. When he did accidental magic? They tried to beat it out of him.”

Sirius cup broke in his hand as he fought to control his magic.

“Did you kill them?”

Regulus repaired the cup, “No. I don’t even know where they are.”

“Then how did you get Harry?”

“I found him. In the forest of Albania, I was looking for Marvolo when I felt a strong magical signature that I thought was him. Imagine my surprise when I found a child with a Basilisk wrapped around him.”

“Where did he even get a basilisk?” Sirius asked with a shiver. He had never been to fond of snakes, especially ones that could kill you with a look. Even Nagini had given him the creeps and he knew her for years.

“She found him shortly after he appeared in the forest according to them. They are bonded, its a very strong bond as well,” Regulus explained.

“Great,” Sirius huffed, “Well now you have him. Tell me about him.”

“He’s a very polite child. It took a while for him to break away from what he had been taught by the Dursleys but every day he gets stronger. He’s still learning its okay to speak his mind and makes great strides with it everyday. He’s smart. Everything I teach him he soaks up like a sponge, even things I almost fell asleep to, like history and etiquette.”

Sirius snorted, “I did fall asleep to those things. I’m impressed.”

“You haven’t even heard the best part. He’s powerful Sirius, mage level powerful, he had dozens of instances of accidental magic. I started teaching him theory and he turned around and started learning the spells themselves. So now I’m teaching him spells and we started potions last week.”

“Marvolo will be pleased,” Sirius said quietly.

“Yes,” Regulus said just as quietly.

“Do we know where my Lord Husband is?”

“I’ve caught his signature a few times in Albania. I haven’t had time to look since Harry came into my care, as soon as your fully recovered I will go looking again,” Regulus swore, he hated that he still hadn’t found Marvolo, especially for Sirius.

“No it’s okay. There is a spell we can do to call his specter to us. Did you find how to combine the Horcruxs?”

“Where did you get a spell like that? I have the ring, locket and an extra one we didn’t expect. He left it in the boy on accident, I’ve already transfered it to a goblet.”

“He gave it to me in case he was killed out of country and we had to bring him back fast,” Sirius said rubbing his jaw, “I’m not surprised he was trying to make another one. Self indulgent git.”

Regulus kept a straight face. Sirius could get away with comments like that, but Regulus would be raked across the coals for even a smirk at it.

“We can use all three, the more soul we can get the better. Hopefully that will be enough, the madness didn’t start until after the forth.”

“I’ll prepare the ritual room,” Regulus said standing up and brushing his wrinkles out, “Oh. Harry knows you blood adopted him, I think you should be expecting him to call you daddy before long.”

Sirius stared wide eyed as Regulus walked out of the room. He should expect what? That wasn’t part of the plan.

Marvolo was going to kill him.

The ritual to bring The Dark Lord back took place on the next full moon. Harry was warded in his room in a deep sleep helped along by dreamless sleep. Sirius and Regulus stood to the north and south of the ritual circle. The room was deep in the dungeons, small and dark with a dais in the middle, candles floated around lighting up the space. In the middle of the circle laid Slytherins Locket, the Gaunt ring, and a regular goblet with the black crest.

“I’m going to say the spell and direct him into the circle. Once hes in you lock it tight and we do the ritual. If he still seems mad you run as fast and as far as you can get with Harry,” Sirius said rolling his shoulders and pulling out his wand.

It was a risk what they were doing, Marvolo had been so lost by the time he died there was a chance he would come back just the same.

“Ready?”

Regulus nodded holding his position, “Ready.”

Sirius took a deep breath and slowly started a long chanting spell. Power gathered around them heavy and oppressive, a sudden wind blew through the room a shadow landed in the circle and it locked. Sirius looked at Regulus and nodded, it was him. Marvolo looked like a dark shadow, a face of distorted features sticking out of the front.

Flicking his wand Regulus lit up the candles around the circle and they started the ritual. The objects on the floor vibrated and started to glow a bright white. Enraged Marvolo flew around the dome that was created as Regulus locked the circle. One by one each object shook violently and the light formed over the objects in a ball before flying into the shadow. A scream sounded from the circle as the shadow became brighter and brighter bursting with a bright light that had Regulus and Sirius cringing back with eyes closed tightly.

After a few moments they chanced opening their eyes, the circle of candles was dark. The candles around the room seemed dim but still casting light as they watched the figure in the circle pant on his  hands and knees.

“Marvolo?” Sirius said quietly, kneeling in front of the circle, “Are you with us?”

“S-sirius?” Marvolos voice was deep and rich, Sirius felt himself sag in relief.

“Yes it’s me. How are you feeling?”

Marvolo stood up and cracked his spine, “Better then I have in twenty years.”

Sirius felt his jaw dropped as he got a good look at his husband. He had been contracted to Marvolo as a child really, by the time they met when he was 13 the handsome man that Marvolo had been had already been diminishing. They married when he turned 16 and by that time they had spent enough time together that they had Sirius had been borderline obsessed with the other man, regardless of his looks.

“Marvolo,” Sirius breathed, “You look better then you have in twenty years.”

Regulus raised his eyes to the sky in exasperation with his brother. There had never been any doubt that his Lord loved his brother, the fact that he was never cursed for his mouth was a testament to that.

Marvolo chucked lightly as he walked to his husband, “Let me out, I am no longer mad.”

Sirius flicked his wand at the candle by his foot and released the circle. He barely had time to breath before he was pulled against a hard chest and his lips were captured in a fierce kiss. He groaned and wrapped his arms around Marvolos neck as he felt strong hands grasping his hips and pulling him tightly against his body.

Fire burned through him like an inferno, it had been long, so long since he had kissed his husband. The two years before Marvolos death he had changed, he stopped showing affection and snapped at him more then spoke to him. Sirius considered himself lucky he had never been punished as the other Death Eaters had.

A throat clearing brought Sirius back to reality and he pulled away from his husband to look at his brother.

“We are busy,” Sirius whined to his brother. Why did he always have to be a cock block?

Marvolo kissed his forehead before pulling away and looking at his brother-in-law, “He’s right Sirius, lets go sit down. I need tea.”

Kreacher already had tea waiting in the sitting room for them as they got settled. Sirius and Marvolo on the love seat, Sirius practically glued to Marvolos side, and Regulus in the char across from them.

“We have a Son,” Sirius announced as Marvolo took a drink of tea.

Marvolo choked on his drink and hastily set the cup down before looking at Sirius, “Excuse me?”

“A son. He’s almost seven,” Sirius stated again.

“Who’s his mother?” Marvolo bit out, pain and rage flooding his veins. He knew he had been a shit husband the last few years and couldn’t blame Sirius for finding comfort in someone else. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt and he wouldn’t hunt the witch down.

“Are you accusing me of having an affair!” Sirius shouted, twisting his body so he was fully facing the Dark Lord, his eyes narrowed in anger.

“How else would you have a son!” Marvolo fought the urge to lean back away from his enraged husband, he may have been a Dark Lord but Sirius was a Black. There had been more then once in their marriage that he had regretting igniting that famous temper.

“Sirius sit down,” Regulus said from his chair by the fire not surprised in the least at how this was happening. Sirius loved getting reactions from people, regardless of how serious the situation was, “My Lord may I have the floor?”

Marvolo nodded once sharply turning his head to face Regulus but keeping an eye on his husband.

“If you recall there was a prophecy made in regards to you and a child born at the end of June. When you decided to kill the child to prevent the prophecy and you wouldn’t heed any advise against it. But we, myself, Sirius and Severus, saw a different potential for the child. Potter and the mudblood he married were powerful and resourceful, there was no denying that. It stood to reason any child from that Union would have been just as or even more powerful. The prophecy only solidified that thought. Someone who could be powerful enough to vanquish you could possibly be powerful enough to become your Heir.”

Marvolo grimaced as he was reminded of his madness before his face turned thoughtful as he listened to the rest of the story. Regulus didn’t leave any stone unturned as he explained to Marvolo how he found Harry, the Gringotts test and his magical abilities, getting Sirius released from Azkaban and healing him.

“Harry Potter,” Marvolo said quietly.

“He’s a genius Marvolo. Anything we teach him he picks up, wandlessly, his magic is to strong for our wands. He almost broke Sirius s when he held it, and its Potter-Black,” Sirius said holding onto Marvolos hand tightly, “I wasn’t sure at first. We never spoke of children and neither of us intend to die but he’s a special child. We can teach him so much”

“You want him,” Marvolo stated.

Sirius nodded, “I remember holding him in my arms after I completed the ritual. It was just to ensure we had guardianship but even then, I wanted him.”

“We will need to change his name, Harry is to common of a name. He can keep the last name.”

Sirius threw himself into his husbands lap and kissed him fiercely. Marvolo moved Sirius so he was straddling him and placed his hands on his arse pulling him close.

“I’ll speak to you tomorrow, don’t be late for breakfast,” he called over his shoulder as he left the room and locked the door behind him.

Neither acknowledged him as they got lost in the feel of each other after so long.

Harry was almost bouncing in his seat the next day at breakfast as he waited for the men to come down.

Regulus was first, ruffling his hair before taking the seat next to him, “Marvolo is sometimes grumpy in the morning. Remember just because someone may be in a certain mood it is not because of you nor will they do anything to you. Okay?”

Harry nodded, “Yes Reggie.”

Regulus groaned, of course Sirius would spread that around, “I told you not to call me that.”

“Papa said it was okay and I like it,” Harry said, his little chin jutted out. Regulus had attempted to convince Harry to call Sirius “Papa” to his face on my occasions but Harry had yet to gather the courage. Regulus knew it was only a matter of time, especially when the Dark Lord officially named him his heir.

Regulus held his hands up, “Okay.”

Marvolo and Sirius came in the room a few minutes later, Sirius smile brightened the room as he sat down on the other side of Harry placing Marvolo at the head of the table.

Regulus was proud Harry was able to wait until they had their tea before blurting out, “Is it true you killed muggles for fun?”

The entire table froze as Marvolo looked at Harry in shock. Regulus shared a look with Sirius and mouthed across the table, “I told you we should have monitored his reading.”

Marvolo cleared his throat, “Not for fun. Where did you hear that?”

“Rise and Fall of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Kreacher got it for me when I asked about you. Have you meet Kreacher? He’s my best friend.”

Regulus eyebrow twitched as it always did when Harry mentioned his friendship with the house elf. No matter what he said about the damn creature Harry wouldn’t listen.

“I have met him. He’s a very good elf, very loyal to the family. I’m afraid I haven’t read that particular book but I wouldn’t believe most of the information written about me,”Marvolo answered smoothly.

“Why?” Harry asked confused.

“Some history books are biased. They are written by the the victors of war and will only see the opposing side as enemies.”

Harry nodded, “So then why did you kill muggles?”

Hatchling! You left without me this morning and I was cold without your warmth. Do not do that again.

Marvolo raised an eyebrow at the Basilisk that slithered into the room.  Was she talking to the boy?

Both his eyebrows raised when the boy replied.

I’m sorry Row, I was just so excited to meet Lord Marvolo. He’s Sirius mate.

“Lord Marvolo, this is my familiar Rowena,” Harry introduced the snake as she slithered up his body and across the table to stare into the Dark Lords eyes.

Hello Rowena, you are very beautiful

Marvolo watched amused as she puffed up, her small flume expanding around her head. Compliments always went well with snakes, vain creatures that they were.

I like this one hatchling. You may keep him, we can replace the loud dog one.

Harry laughed brightly, “They come as a package Row.”

“Is she trying to get rid of me again? I didn’t mean to step on her! It was dark and she was in my room!” Sirius pouted from his spot at the table.

Rowena curled around Harrys neck and they finished breakfast, Harry asking Marvolo question after question about himself. Marvolo answered every question with a patient smile. Regulus and Sirius were right, he was a very smart and inquisitive child. Marvolo could feel the magic inside the child, it would only get stronger as he grew. Marvolo would have to make sure he taught him how to properly hide the magic so it wasn’t overbearing as he got older.

“Sirius and Regulus told me you have been practicing your wandless magic and were quite good at it.”

“Oh yes! I love magic! Watch!”

Harry held out his hand and with a flex of his fingers had Marvolos wand in his hand. As soon as his hand curled around the wand a shower of red and gold sparks came out the end, showering the room in a light show. Regulus and Sirius jaw dropped as they watched the scene in awe. Marvolo fought to keep his face straight as possession swept through him. Not for his wand, but for the child.

“That was incredible Harry,” Marvolo said softly reaching out for his wand, “It seems like my wand is a good fit for you. We can use it to practice more advanced spells.”

“Your going to teach me magic?” Harry asked in Awe.

“Of course. We can start after lunch, I just have to speak with Sirius first.”

There was my heir, Marvolo thought as he stared at the child. He agreed last night to make his husband happy, figuring he could humor the child when needed and ignore him the rest of the way. Marvolo had never wanted children, he did not like a majority of them and they tended to be more work then they were worth. Many purebloods had children to carry on their bloodline but they had made horcruxs to ensure their immortality so that wasn’t an issue. Harry was different, he was smarter then most of the children he had known in his life, he was more powerful then most of the adults he had known in his life. Sirius was right, he would be the prefect heir.

And to think, he was going to kill him.