God Of Death.

Alvis was eating his small breakfast in bed when he heard the soft footsteps of a little boy outside his door. He waited, wondering if he would have the guts to knock.

However, after a minute, he called out: - "You can come in, Harry."-

The boy opened the door and shyly poked his head through the crack. He smiled at him and patted the bed next to him. Harry hesitated for a moment longer, before joining him. - "Kreacher."-

The elf appeared and pointed at Harry.

-"Bring him his breakfast, please."-

-"Of course, master."-

He left and a tray soon appeared in front of the little boy, with a potion.

-"I advise you to drink the potion before eating to remove the taste."-

He nodded and did so.

-"So, did you sleep well?"-

-"Yes, Uncle Alvis! The bed is super comfortable."-

-"I know. I'm glad you like it. We'll buy something to decorate your room the way you want later."-

The little boy stared at him through his bangs, a hint of suspicion still present in his gaze.

He hesitated visibly, before asking: - "Can I have some dinos?"-

He blinked, surprised by the question, before nodding. - "Of course. Do you like dinosaurs?"-

Harry nodded with a slight smile.

-"We saw them in class! They were super big and super cool!"-

-"Oh? Which one is your favorite?"-

-"The T-rex!"-

He began to describe dinosaurs enthusiastically and Alvis listened to him with an indulgent smile. Although he was a history buff and the magical equivalent of an archaeologist, he had never really been interested in history before the arrival of man. After all, dinosaurs couldn't do magic from what he knew.

Andromeda arrived as they finished eating. She greeted them, then took a bundle of clothes out of her bag and handed them to Harry.

-"Here, these are some of my daughter's old clothes, but they should fit you for today."-

He nodded, accepted them, and went into the bathroom. Andromeda then took out her wand and cast several diagnostic spells on him. She also lifted the blanket and lifted his trouser leg to observe his knee. 

-"So, what's the verdict?"-

-"You can move with crutches. How do you plan to do the ritual?"-

-"We have to draw a circle. I would prefer him to be asleep during the procedure."-

-"Who is asleep?"-

They turned to the bathroom door and saw Harry. He had denim overalls, a little too big for him, a green T-shirt, and pink socks. Alvis smiled at him before patting the bed. The boy came to sit down without a word while continuing to stare at them.

He traced the scar on the child's forehead as he replied: - "The spell that gave you this scar left behind some dark magic residue. It's contained for now by your mother's protection, but it won't last. The longer we leave it there, the more dangerous it will become for you. I want to perform a purification ritual to get rid of it."-

-"Oh. Why do I have to sleep?"-

-"It's not a requirement, but I'd like to spare you the pain of the procedure. I'll have to reopen the wound to extract the residue."-

The boy nodded hesitantly before biting his lip. Alvis waited patiently for him to make his decision. -"Okay, I'll sleep."-

He smiled at him before ruffling his hair, being careful to telegraph his movement. - "Good. Let me get dressed. Andromeda can show you to the ritual room and give you your outfit and a sleeping potion."-

He nodded and accepted the woman's hand. She led him out of the room and Alvis sighed.

He didn't know what he would have done without her help. He got out of bed with the help of the crutches. He didn't really feel any pain in his knee, but he could see that it was inflamed.

He sighed, that was what he got for taking too many Crutiatus over the years and blowing his leg off in a bar fight. He looked young, but he felt every one of his forty-one years. Maybe taking a break for ten years wouldn't hurt? He could give his body time to rest a bit and heal. He was just afraid he'd be bored stiff when Harry went to school. Maybe he should sign up for a course too. Probably a non-magical one. He knew himself well enough to know that he'd be tempted to do stupid things to learn interesting magic. He couldn't afford to die before Harry came of age.

He took a quick shower and dressed in jeans and a blue tunic, his gloves and boots completing his outfit. He didn't like not having his hands covered, they were scarred from all the times he had worked or fought without protection, and he had even lost knuckles to a necrotic curse. The dragonhide gloves had become a standard for him.

He joined them in the ritual room and nodded towards Andromeda when he saw that Harry was asleep. He took a journal out of his bag and searched it until he found the exorcism that interested him. He always had the potions needed for exorcisms or purification rituals, you never knew when they might be needed. He was about to crouch down to trace the circle when Andromeda took the journal and the chalk from his hands.

-"Go sit down."-

 -"I am perfectly capable of drawing a ritual circle."- 

-"Crouching on the ground won't help your knee."-

He nodded quickly, it was always best to avoid upsetting healers, especially a Black like Andromeda. He sat down in the chair she had conjured and pulled out his potion kit. He found the ones he was looking for and set them aside. Then, he dug into his bag and pulled out what looked like a stone matchbox. He set it aside and waited patiently for his cousin to finish the circle.

When it was done, she placed Harry in the center and traced the runes he indicated on his forehead with elderberry soot. He then took the wand of the same material out of his pouch and handed over one of the potions.

-"He must drink it now."-

She nodded and administered it before leaving the circle.

He took a breath to concentrate and clear his mind, then he began the ritual. The scar immediately reopened, letting red blood flow, mixed with black ichor. He could feel his magic being increased tenfold thanks to the wand as he forced the horcrux out of the scar, reinforcing the blood protection that was still working with him. He had been afraid that with the blood adoption, he would lose the connection he had to Lily, and therefore the protection over Harry, but the latter still recognized him as the closest family member to the boy, and therefore a viable source of energy to fuel.

He managed after about ten minutes to completely extract the intrusive piece of soul and signaled to Andromeda to give him the second potion. He did not close the wound, not yet. He erased the circle, then levitated the stone box in the center and widened it. He lifted the lid of a spell, revealing a purification basin.

-"A portable purification basin? I didn't know that existed."-

-"A recent invention. Or at least, one that would have happened in 2018. They have become mandatory in a curse breaker's kit and have saved hundreds of lives.

He handed her various purifying plants that she dropped into the basin. Then they plunged Harry into it and the plants disintegrated in the water, which began to glow white. They waited for it to do its work to purify the child, before taking him out and drying him.

Alvis cast detection spells and nodded, satisfied, noting that the Horcrux was completely gone and that there was no longer the slightest trace of dark magic in the scar. This exorcism had been much easier than his. But, at the same time, his had taken place when he was sixteen and the blood protection was extremely weakened. The piece of soul had had time to anchor itself in his mind and his magical core, which had not been the case here.

He was glad to have removed it early enough to avoid too much damage to his core. He was already going to have to see a specialist because of the killing curse and the blood protection. And speaking of which... - "Andromeda? Do you know a specialist in magical cores?"-

She raised an eyebrow, before nodding. - "I know a few, yes. For you or Harry?"-

-"Both, I'll have to redo my medical records and you can't do that part."

-"True, but it would be useful to have a copy that I could edit."-

He raised an eyebrow, before reaching into his bag and pulling out a copy of his complete medical records. He always kept one in his house, in case he had to work with an unknown healer and needed to know their history.

She accepted it and began to leaf through it, as he levitated Harry towards his room.

He changed him with a wave of his wand and left him to sleep. The potion should be drained within the next hour, which gave him time to discuss a few things with Andromeda. They settled into the living room and tea and biscuits appeared before them without him having to call Kreacher.

Andromeda put down her file and picked up her cup. - "How are you still alive?"-

-"Lots of luck and a bit of skill."-

-"Explains about the damaged magical core."-

He nodded and took a sip of tea before beginning to explain as clearly as possible:

-"The killing curse cracked my core. Normally, I would have healed without a problem, I was young enough and my core was flexible enough to adapt. However, the blood ward had to be taken into account. It must have a source of magic to feed on, and since I was the only wizard in this family, it was tapping into my core. which stressed it and prevented it from healing, because it was actively protecting me from the horcrux in my scar. Then, add to that the development of an obscurial, due to my wonderful family, blocked by the ward, and my core was even more stressed. It protected me and stabilized my core, but at the same time, it was only making the crack worse."-

He took another sip as his cousin began to understand what a miracle his survival to adulthood had been.

-"Then I entered Hogwarts, with a damaged core, unknowingly. The obscure stopped developing completely, as I immediately accepted my magic when I learned I was a wizard. Which relieved the ward and my core. Another relief was that it could tap into the ambient magic of Hogwarts to partially power itself. Which allowed me to heal a tiny bit. But! In my first year, Voldemort possessed the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and the Horcrux reacted to his presence. This stressed the ward, which tried to keep it asleep and sealed, which in turn stressed my core even more. And since I faced him at the end of the year and used the protection to literally burn him under my hands, since he couldn't touch me without being hurt, the crack only widened. The piece of soul awakened, I stressed my core a lot and no one realized there was a problem." - He took another sip and continued: - "In the second year, I was confronted with a Horcrux, then I faced a basilisk. While killing it, I was impaled by one of its fangs, and I was healed by Fawkes."-

-"Which explains the aberrant amount of anti-venom in your blood that makes potions containing venom useless."-

Which represented almost all of the medical potions and was the reason why she had to order their alternatives with other ingredients, which were not kept in stock, considering the rarity of an allergy to the venom. Or, in this case, a total immunity.

-"Yes."-

-"I'm almost afraid to ask, but the following years?"-

He gave a sardonic smile, before answering: - "In my third year, Sirius escaped from prison, and Fudge, the minister at the time, found nothing better than to place dementors around the school to guard it. I was attacked three times and I learned how to make a patronus. With a damaged core. And a piece of soul in addition that they tried to swallow in addition to mine and therefore they released a little of the protection."-

-"Merlin…"-

-"And it's not over! Fourth year, Voldemort managed to have me kidnapped and used my blood in a ritual to give him a body. As a result, the protection could no longer protect me from him, since he had my blood. In addition, it was getting weaker and weaker with age and the little time I spent with my uncle and aunt. Since he had a body, our connection grew stronger and I began to have visions through his eyes. Note that I did not yet know about the Horcrux, or that they even existed."-

He took another sip, before staring bitterly at his cup. His teenage years hadn't been the best, and there were very good reasons why he'd run away from the country.

-"Just before the winter break, I had a vision, through the eyes of Voldemort's snake this time. It was my first clue that something was wrong. At the end of the year, Voldemort took advantage of our connection to lure me into a trap, which led to Sirius' death."-

He had long since grieved, had had time to live, and knew that Sirius had left the way he wanted, in battle, protecting his family. He was a broken man because of Azkaban, but he had managed to leave with a bang.

-"The sixth, Dumbledore started giving me what he called lessons. He just made me watch memories of Voldemort's life. Until I managed to get a memory from Slughorn about Horcruxes. There, he explained to me what they were. He also said what objects he thought Voldemort had used, Nagini included, carefully forgetting to add me to the list. However, I am not stupid. I could see through the snake's eyes, as I could see through Voldemort's and there was only one thing in common between the two."-

He was silent for a long moment, staring into his cup, lost in his memories. He had felt betrayed by Dumbledore, who had told him nothing and had clearly raised him to sacrifice himself as a martyr. He had felt stained to the depths of his soul, knowing that a piece of his parents' murderer lived in him. And he had been terrified, because he did not want to die, but knew that it would probably be necessary to get rid of this monster for good. "What did you do?"

-"I packed my bag and went to Gringotts. I asked to hire Bill Weasley as a curse breaker. He confirmed my fears and helped me gather a team to find a solution. They managed to exorcise me before I came of age, at which point the ward would disappear. I then hired them to help me track down all the other pieces and destroy them."-

He finished his cup and poured himself another, before nibbling on a piece of biscuit as he leaned back on the sofa.

-"That's how I was introduced to the profession and I haven't left it since."-

-"I see."-

They were silent for a long time. Alvis didn't like to talk about his past much, even though he had made peace with the blood war. He preferred to talk about his work and all the interesting magic he had learned over the years. -"Did Ted have time to read the file I gave you?"-

-"Yes. He agreed to be Sirius' lawyer and is scheduled to speak with Madam Bones this morning. He also said he was going to take care of the Dursleys. With my medical report and the information you gave, we should be able to send them to prison, or at least destroy their reputations."-

-"Good."-

At least things were moving forward on that front.

Harry came down a few minutes later and Alvis decided to pass the time until lunch by showing him his parents' photo album and telling anecdotes, with Andromeda's help. He decided to give the old album to the boy, he knew it by heart and had others from his family. He could always make copies later.

Lunch with Ted was interesting, the man was still the same, except he was a lawyer and not a healer. They avoided talking about work with Harry at the table and so focused on banalities.

After eating, he and Andromeda Apparated to the edge of the castle's protections and walked the rest of the way to the gates. They didn't have to wait long after ringing the bell for Hagrid to arrive to open the door for them. - "Andromeda! I didn't know you were coming today."-

- "Visiting Nymphadora?"-

-"Among other things, yes, Hagrid. My friend, Alvis, has something important to talk to Dumbledore about. Could you let us in?"-

-"Of course, of course."-

He opened the door for them and led them to the entrance hall. Alvis refrained from commenting on Hagrid's lack of security and laxity. Just because he knew someone well didn't mean he should let them in without further details or checking their identity. However, they weren't at war anymore and Andromeda was a relative and former ally of the Order, so it was understandable that he wouldn't be very vigilant about the matter. Alvis knew he was a little paranoid around the edges, but in his defense, he was the definition of 'it's not paranoia if they're actually trying to kill you.'

The students had already returned to class, so the corridors were relatively empty. Alvis stared at the stairs, then at his crutches, then visualized using them on seven floors.

-"You know what? The rules can go to Helheim for all I care."-

He pulled his broom out of his bag and climbed up on it, Indian style. He raised an eyebrow at Andromeda, daring her to take him down. She just sighed and shook her head, he could swear she had a slightly amused smile on her lips.

I guess that's the best I can get for you to follow my instructions.

They made it up to the seventh floor where Alvis led them to the Room of Requirement. He walked past it three times and they entered the room. Rather than having all the found objects, he had requested a room with Horcruxes. He raised an eyebrow when he saw three of them. The diadem they had come for, a pocket watch, and a porcelain doll.

He immediately placed isolation wards around everyone, before taking the cup out of his bag. A detection spell later, he had confirmed that the cup and the diadem were the only two pieces left, besides a spirit wandering far to the south. He took out his dagger and stabbed all four of them. No point in leaving possessed objects in a school for children.

They then left to go to the headmaster's office.

Alvis entered the office, followed by Andromeda, and promptly ignored Dumbledore and McGonagall to head towards Fawkes.

-"Hello Fawkes!"-

The bird cried happily and let him scratch his head without hesitation. Alvis smiled at him, before taking his baby phoenix out of his pouch and showing him.

-"Can you keep Fumi while he recovers? I'm sure he'll be better off with another Phoenix."-

Fawkes nodded with another cry and pointed to the bowl under his perch. Alvis placed Fumi in it and covered him with ash. The older one then wrapped his tail feathers around the chick to keep him warm, the latter chirping happily. Alvis nodded, satisfied to see that there would be no convergence for them. The blaze must have been enough to differentiate them. Or it would take a little while for the universe to understand that there were two Fawkes, he wasn't sure. He'll see if his own comes back to him, once he's an adult again.

-"Thank you, Fawkes, you're the best. After Fumi, of course."-

He then turned to the other inhabitants of the room and smiled at the exasperated look on his cousin's face, the irritated look on McGonagall's face, and the amused look on Dumbledore's face.

-"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall."-

He jumped off his broom to sit in an armchair next to Andromeda.

-"Hello. May I know who you are? As well as the reason for your visit, if it's not just to ask Fawkes to babysit."-

-"Of course, you can!"-

He waited in silence, staring at Dumbledore. McGonagall twitched a little more. The old man smiled, amused, before saying: - "Ah, my apologies for asking the wrong questions. Who are you?"-

-"Alvis Black Peverell. The new Lord Black and Peverell. And Regent Potter."-

He was technically still Lord Potter, but he preferred to pretend to be a regent, to avoid being asked how he was related to the family. At least he could explain the regency via the Peverells. Dumbledore tensed almost imperceptibly, then glanced quickly at Fawkes and the baby phoenix, before relaxing. A phoenix would never bond with someone evil.

-"I'm afraid I've never heard of you. What house were you in, again?"-

-"None. My father preferred to give me guardians. I also left England after finishing school to travel and only recently returned, due to a work accident.

- "Oh? What job is that?"-

-"Cursebreaker. A profession you seem completely unaware of."-

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow before taking a lemon drop.

-"Really? I can assure you that I know what a curse breaker is. I believe one of our students wants to become one, don't you think, Minerva?"-

-"Indeed, Albus. William Weasley, to be precise."-

Alvis raised an eyebrow and did some quick calculations. Bill was born in November, so he would have entered Hogwarts in 1982 and should therefore be at the end of his fifth year. It was strange to him to know that the one who had introduced him to the profession and taught him the basics, was still a Hogwarts student and had not even started his training.

-"Did you come here just to introduce yourself, Lord Black?"-

-"No, I came to call you an idiot."-

-"Ah." - Dumbledore looked more amused and intrigued than anything else, McGonagall more offended than ever.

-"Show the Headmaster some respect."-

-"Oh, I'm sure he's heard worse, and from people less justified than I. I'm equally sure he's perfectly capable of defending himself, Professor."-

She was about to retort when Dumbledore raised a hand with a calm air. - "Minerva, let him finish, will you? Why am I an idiot in your eyes, Lord Black?"-

-"Several reasons. I recognize that you are a master of Transfiguration, and probably of combat magic and alchemy. Am I wrong?"-

-"No, I am a master of those things."-

-"Good. And what of Dark Magic and Necromancy?"-

His former Head of House choked on her saliva as Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

-"I am afraid I have only limited knowledge of the subject. That kind of magic is dangerous and should not be studied."-

-"That is what I thought. And you are so determined to try to destroy and ban all mention of dangerous magic, that the curse breakers coming from England must all be re-educated and reconditioned to be useful. After all, not knowing that a necromantic ritual exists means not knowing how to counter it either."-

-"Is that what you're getting annoyed with me about?"-

-"Oh no! That's more of a Gringotts problem since they have a monopoly on it, and it allows them to charge the English even more for their training fees anyway. No, I'm just saying that to inform you that any semi-competent curse-breaker knows about necromancy and dark magic. Therefore, they are best placed to examine injuries caused by dark magic. I know that St. Mungo's and all other magical hospitals employ at least two curse-breakers for just such cases."-

Dumbledore was starting to tense up, his eyes narrowing at the mention of dark magic injuries.

Alvis smiled at him happily before asking in a vicious tone: - "May I ask why you didn't take my nephew to be examined by a curse breaker after he took a killing curse to the face?"-

Dumbledore immediately stood up with a stern look.

-"What did you do with Harry?"-

-"What you should have done when his parents died! I came back to England, intending to leave as soon as possible; when I was informed that my cousin and his wife had died leaving a son behind. Naturally, I tracked down my nephew, to at least see if he had a good life with his family. Do you know what I found? A malnourished brat treated like a house elf and forced to sleep in a cupboard!"-

A shocked silence followed his statement and Dumbledore paled as he sank back into his chair.

-"What?"-

-"His maternal aunt hates magic and her husband is no better. I know you are old and that when you were kids, what was acceptable to do to children was different than it is today. However, making him sleep in the cupboard, giving him all the chores around the house and garden, denying him his own clothes by forcing him to wear his cousin's old clothes, regularly depriving him of food, and punishing him every time he has an accidental magical episode, is not acceptable! And that's not the worst of it, no. The killing curse damaged his magical core and the blood warding didn't help in that regard, because he needed a source of active magic to function, the only one available to those poor excuses for humans being Harry himself!"-

He took a breath after his tirade and raised a hand when the old man tried to speak.

-"Do you know what I found when I examined his scar? A Horcrux. A piece of soul, which probably belonged to Voldemort."-

He ignored their gasps of horrified surprise and continued, - "Any competent curse breaker could have detected it and exorcised the kid. It took me less than an hour to get it off him and put him through a cleansing ritual. Less than an hour, Dumbledore! You're lucky the blood ward now has the fragment separated from his soul and magical core or it would have been harder. If we had waited a few years later, he could have had serious damage to his soul, core, and mind. So, yes, why in Loki's name did you never think to take him to a professional?!"-

There was a long moment of silence. McGonagall's anger was now redirected towards Dumbledore, who was also waiting for his answers.

-"I... I couldn't be sure who was a Death Eater or not. He had to get him to safety as soon as possible. I didn't think the Dursleys would be so horrible to him, but this was the safest place possible for him."- He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh.

-"Do you know what your biggest problem is? Besides letting the sheep of the English community make you believe that you are the only one who can solve all the world's problems because you beat your ex? Your tendency to always see the good in people, without thinking to check behind to see if they are really the good. I can understand that you think that family is something important, but that is not the case for everyone. Blood does not make a happy family, just ask all those kids who come begging you to let them spend their holidays at Hogwarts because their situation at home is horrible! Sometimes, as surprising as it may be to wise and enlightened adults, children have reasons for their actions and demands and are not necessarily pathological liars who exaggerate things. You should have, at the very least, checked on how he was treated. And as for a trustworthy curse breaker, you could have just gone abroad. Whether it was France, or America, or even Japan. Or you could have specified to Gringotts that it had to be a curse breaker not from England and not associated with Voldemort. You had options."-

They stood in silence for a moment as Dumbledore digested his admonitions. He had paled when he had mentioned Grindelwald, but Alvis didn't care. Yes, he had defeated his ex and ended the war. Yes, he was a powerful wizard. No, he wasn't a very good warlord. However, the English wizarding community was full of sheep who had put him on a pedestal and expected him to solve all their problems while they sat around twiddling their thumbs. After that, it was no wonder he had started to believe that he was the only one with the solution, it didn't really help.

Alvis sighed, then took a box out of his bag and placed it on the desk. He took out the Horcruxes one by one.

-"Diary found at the Malfoys, don't ask me how I got it. Cup in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault, again, don't ask questions. There was a ring in the Gaunt cottage, but I got rid of it with a waterfall collapse, so nothing remains. Locket, found in the Black House, Regulus stole it before he died in order to destroy it, but was never able to do it himself. And finally, the diadem, which was found here, in the Room of Requirement. I checked before destroying it, all that was left was a disembodied spirit somewhere far to the South, so I can guarantee you that your dark wizard will not return."-

Dumbledore looked at them in surprise, before whispering: - "How?"-

-"I am a curse breaker. I used the amulet to hunt down everything else. Voldemort is dead, for good."-

-"But... The pro…"-

He interrupted him before he could finish: - "What? The prophecy? The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord draws near... he will be born to those who have thrice defied him, he will be born when the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have a power the Dark Lord knows not... and one must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born when the seventh month dies."-

-"How do you know that?"-

-"Albus? Really? A prophecy? Don't tell me you believe that nonsense."-

He smiled amusedly at their reactions. McGonagall was known to dislike divination, so having her boss believe in a prophecy about Voldemort and a kid must have been irritating to her.

-"I know things." - He replied simply.

-"And the truth?"-

-"Ah... The truth, it is always beautiful and terrible, that's why it must be approached with great caution." - He really couldn't help but play with the old man. He added: - "What does it matter how I know and what I know? The most important thing is that Voldemort is dead, right? As for the prophecy, I was born at the end of July, so I meet at least one of the criteria, right?"-

 He smiled innocently and Dumbledore stared at him for a long moment, as if he were trying to solve a puzzle. His gaze went from Fawkes and Fumi to Alvis.

-"What kind of accident did you have again?"-

-"Oh? That?"-

He scratched his cheek with a mock-embarrassment.

-"There was this one place where a warning could be translated as 'trespassers will be banished from reality.' I was dismantling a ward when I got cursed in the back and woke up in the Forbidden Forest."-

-"Ah, so it was you. I wondered what happened."- Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his hands bound in front of him with an amused look.

-"Time or dimension shift, Harry?"-

McGonagall looked from one to the other in disbelief. Alvis laughed and leaned back a little more in his chair.

-"Dimensional. And let me tell you, desecrating your grave to break your nose post-mortem was incredibly satisfying."-

He looked genuinely saddened when he heard it and asked, - "Did you hate my double that much?"-

He scowled before shaking his head.

-"It wasn't hate, just anger and a sense of betrayal. The worst part was that I could understand his motivations and why he did what he did. However, if he had even thought to seek help elsewhere, if he had acknowledged that he didn't necessarily have all the answers to every problem, maybe things could have been resolved a lot faster, with a lot less death. As I said, one of your biggest problems is letting sheep make you believe that you are the only one who can fix the world's problems. They forget too easily that you are human and can make mistakes."-

Dumbledore nodded and said softly, - "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."-

-"It's not me you owe your apologies to, but the kid who lived like a slave for six years, because you didn't do your job. I've regained custody of him and I expect you to stay out of it, outside of his schooling at Hogwarts."-

He nodded - "I can accept that and help you with the Wizengamot."-

-"Albus? What's going on?"-

-"Lord Black is another Harry Potter who was ejected from his world to land in ours and survived thanks to his version of Fawkes. Which explains pretty much how he knows what he knows. It's rare, but these things do happen."-

She nodded, but it was clear she would have questions for the Headmaster later. Alvis pulled some papers out of his bag and handed them to the man.

-"If you could have this revalidated by CIMS, that would be greatly appreciated."-

Dumbledore read the documents, before nodding.

-"I will need the memories from when they were awarded."-

He nodded and pulled a vial out of his bag, before placing a finger to his temple and pulling out a memory. He then handed the vial to the Headmaster, who tucked it safely into his robes.

-"Is there anything else I can do for you?"-

-"Yes."-

He handed Sirius' certificates and said, - "These are the ones from this world. Where I come from, he was bait and Peter was the Secret Keeper. He was sent to Azkaban without a trial, I intend to get him one with the help of Amelia Bones and Ted Tonks. Can we count on you?" - Dumbledore seemed to age centuries as he read the documents and realized that he had let an innocent man end up in prison.

-"Yes. You can count on my support."-

He nodded, satisfied.

-"Good. That was all I had for today. Thank you for having me unexpectedly."-

-"No problem. Thank you for informing me of Tom's death, you take a heavy weight off my shoulders. And I'm still sorry about Harry. I really did what I thought was best for him."-

-"I know, But it's not for nothing that they say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. I just ask you to make up for it."-

He nodded. Andromeda and Alvis said their goodbyes and left. They stood in the hall for a while when they passed Nymphadora, her cousin introducing them both and informing her daughter that they were going to be re-accepted into the Black family, without conditions.

When they got back, Harry was in the living room, reading a children's book, while hugging a huge diplodocus plush toy that was his size.

-"Hey Harry. How was your afternoon?"-

The boy stood up, a wide, excited smile on his face. He was wearing jeans that fit him, a T-rex print T-shirt, and pink socks with flamingos.

-"Uncle Alvis! Uncle Ted is great! He bought me Rexy!"-

He pointed at the plush toy and Alvis raised an eyebrow.

-"I thought it was a T-rex name, not a diplodocus."-

-"I know that's why I gave it to Rexy. She's a T-rex at heart!"-

-"Ah. Okay. What else did you do?"-

He sat on the couch and listened to the boy enthusiastically recount his day. He was glad to see him so happy, it was a change from the day before. He knew he would have a lot of work to do to decondition him from the Dursleys and help him get over it, but he was glad to see him smiling like that. It was a good sign.

They had a quiet dinner with the Tonks. When Harry had fallen asleep on the couch, while they were drinking tea, Andromeda asked him: - "What do you plan to do now?"-

-"I still have to contact the Queen and her court mages to see if I can get my knighthood back. Dumbledore will take care of my diplomatic immunity with CIMS. After that, all I have to do in England is get Sirius released, but that's out of my hands. Hopefully, the administrative issues will all be over by summer and I can try to get permission from MACUSA to live in the States."-

-"You want to leave the country? Why?"-

-"I can't stand England, I have too many bad memories here. I would send Harry to Hogwarts, that's where his parents went and I made good friends there, but I refuse to live here. Speaking of which, Andromeda, would you be willing to be my proxy at the Wizengamot?"-

-"Are you sure? You can always come back just for the sessions, right?"-

He scratched his cheek and shook his head.

-"Let's just say my etiquette and code lessons ended after two weeks because I was giving Andy ideas, and she wouldn't give in to temptation. She just boiled it down to being polite, respecting people's rank, and not getting caught if I decided to break into half the Wizengamot's house and curse them with a modified Babel spell because they're racist sheeple idiots who irritate me a little too much. I may have diplomatic immunity, but wouldn't the paperwork if I got caught be worth it? Or something like that."-

There was a pause before she sighed.

-"I see. Very well, I agree to be your proxy at the Wizengamot."-

-"Brilliant! Thank you very much."-

-"It's okay, just don't make me regret my decision."-

He nodded, then finished his tea.

-"It's getting late, I really should go."-

She nodded, and then he left with Harry. He gave the clothes to Kreacher to wash and put away and put the little boy to bed with his stuffed animal. He then went to bed himself, completely emotionally drained.

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