Voldemort was gone. The spirits told the Master of Death the Dark Lord had tried to do some magic to create another horcrux, but it was too much for the wraith and he vanished. The shades with no one left to haunt went back to the realm of the dead after imparting that information.
To say the men were happy about this turn of circumstance was an understatement. The adults of the house got Tippy to watch Harry for the night and partied till the break of dawn.
"The prophecy still came true," Hydrus said the next morning as he looked over the nice English breakfast Tippy cooked.
"How's that?" Sirius questioned in a quiet voice as to not jar his head, and then groaned and grabbed the hangover potion that Tippy sat in front of him with a loud bang.
"Well, I was still born as the seventh month died, marked as his equal and I had a power he knew not," the immortal said cheerfully. He only had a few things to solve now and Harry will have a good life, then maybe, just maybe, he could start looking for an immortal to settle down with. But first, he wanted to make sure that magical Britain wouldn't go the way his timeline did. If he could tie up those last few knots then he'd see.
"What was the power?" the groggy man asked, still nursing his head.
"Time travel," was the gleeful response from the chipper man. He had not drunk as much as his cousin, knowing alcohol was bad for his PTSD and someone needed to make sure that nothing happened to Sirius, who would not be dissuaded.
Remus walked in looking fresh as ever, like he hadn't drunk the other Marauder under the table the night before. He sat at the table and grabbed some sausage and eggs, and poured himself some tea.
"I hate you," the youngest Black said with a growl. "You never get hangovers." He put his still fuzzy head on the table, only to have Tippy thump him.
"Yous should not be puttings yours head on the tables," she said in her squeaky voice, shaking her finger.
"Ow. Sorry Tippy," he said as he sat up, rubbing his head. He then looked at the food and decided it was a good morning for toast.
"Part of being a werewolf," Remus said, between bites. "You should know that by now. You have never been able to out-drink me. You would think after all this time, you would give up trying." He shook his head and went back to his breakfast.
"I still hate you," Sirius grumbled, nibbling on his toast.
"Anyway, let's talk after breakfast," Hydrus suggested as he quickly glanced at Harry to make sure he wasn't paying attention, then turning back to his own meal.
Harry was eating away ignoring the whining uncle. His eggs staying on his fork was more important than what the older man was complaining about. When he was done with his food, he watched Tippy clean the table and went to the living room and the uncles followed.
After settling in their seats, Hydrus brought up a touchy subject. He threw up a Muffliato, shocking the other two men. Hydrus hardly ever used silencing charms at home. "So, I was thinking of telling Dumbledore about the horcruxes being gone, and with them Voldemort," he said, measuring their reaction. It was something he had been mulling over all morning.
The two men were stunned again. After all of this time hiding from the Headmaster he wanted to bring him in? What changed? Did something happen they didn't know about? Why now? Just how much was he willing to tell?
"Did you want to tell him the truth about Harry and you living in the same house? You'd have to explain the blood wards," Sirius asked, leaning forward and giving the man his undivided attention.
"I'm not sure," the immortal hedged, settling further into the sofa. "I think we'll keep that secret for now. I was just going to send him all of the artifacts with an unsigned note saying what they were and how I found them. Most of them should be at Hogwarts anyway. Then let him know I had spies on the Dork Lord and they say he is gone. I'm hoping that he'll leave Harry alone after that."
"What about the one in Harry? How will you explain that?" Remus asked as he looked at the happily playing child. They had discussed the time lapse from the night the Potters died, and realized that Dumbledore must have taken Harry to Hogwarts and known that there was a horcrux in Harry's scar.
Hydrus had always thought that the Headmaster figured it out in his second year. But with that missing day, it made more sense as to why the old man wanted the boy behind the blood wards, since the protection should keep him from being overtaken by the soul piece. It worked in his timeline, at least that's what they figured. In the letter that was with Harry that night, was a request that he be raised as a son. There was also a mild threat that the baby come to no harm under their care. Too bad the old man never counted on non-physical abuse.
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