The Plan pt.1

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.

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