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Capítulo 34: Interlude

(I'm back.)

"Things changed.' Magnus thought, embarking the Hogwarts express for yet another year.

He watched the crowd of adults, lingering behind the station to see their children off. Saw them chatter and reminisce of days gone, when they too were young and foolish and so easily awed by marvelous castles and eccentric teachers.

Every year he ignored the overly noisy students, the well meaning but unwelcome calls of those who fancied themselves friends of the most promising wizard of their generation. Every year he'd leave muggle London with a light heart, for he had no home to miss and nobody to see him off.

Until now.

Away he could see Sirius, dressed in an all black muggle suit adorned with their House's crest. The older wizard took a liking to modern fashion, and thoroughly enjoyed spitting on the bigots of the world by wearing Britain's most infamous house words into an item of muggle clothing.

He looked unsure, trying and failing to act like an adult. Sirius wanted to be a good parent for him, something he himself never had.

He wasn't good at it, but he tried, and Magnus did not have it in him to deny such good intentions.

Their situation was hardly normal, but the two of them agreed to make the most of it. So what if they acted more like close friends than father and son?

The Tonks, unlike their cousin, looked in their element.

Andromeda was determined to make up for the two years of lone travel he'd experienced, waving and smiling each time he looked at her. She went all out, smothering hugs and teary eyes and attempting to homeschool him before reaching King Cross Stations.

Ted likewise took the opportunity to use his car. He wanted Magnus to have the full 'Muggleborn Experience', dragging a Nymphadora on rest day out of her couch and ice cream boxes for the occasion.

Magnus wasn't sure when and how they all became so close, nor did he particularly care. He liked it, and it was enough.

Embarrassment be damned.

The boy waved back, a small smile on his face. He looked forward to a boring year, with no life threatening danger and troublesome situation. A year of pure, blissful learning and more importantly...Magic.

Sirius was free, Wormtail imprisoned and the minister as unpopular as ever.

The Dursleys received a visit and a warning from a pissed off ex-convict, their nephew stories and a proper room in the house. Sirius would take him, but he even he knew he wasn't fit to care for a child.

Magnus didn't count, he was disturbingly low maintenance.

His third year in Hogwarts was all set, life was good.

"Are you done ogling my door, Potter?" He said, sensing a familiar magic close by.

An overly girly scream was let out, but it was quickly muffled. Soon enough, the door was opened and three highly troublesome teenagers made their way in.

A tall redhead, short four eyes, and bushy haired rabbit.

"It isn't your door." Said one Hermione Granger, grown and not looking the slightest bit like Emma Watson. "The Hogwarts express is a shared property of the British Ministry for Magic and the Hogwarts school board. That includes every window, wheel and door. Actually, it's very interesting since there was once a debate over the inclusion of…."

For the sake of everyone's increasing boredom, Ronald elbowed her. Perhaps Magnus was too quick to judge him?

"Sorry…" she mumbled, growing slighter redder. "I might've gone a little bit off track."

"Just a little?" Ron snickered, earning himself a stomp on the foot and the promise of a future berating.

Why he accepted ill treatment from his so-called friend was beyond Magnus's comprehension. Such things can be entertaining in fictional works, sometimes. But in the real world, it took a special kind of weakness and lack of self-esteem to just swallow your pride.

Magnus added Soy Boy to the list of adjectives attached to Ronald Billius Weasley.

"What did you want?" He asked, knowing full well he'd quickly lose patience.

Another series of unsure looks and hushed whispers later, the boy who lived finally remembered he possessed a hopefully working pair of testicules and looked him in the eyes.

"We need your help to save a friend." He said, doing his best to sound confident.

"Save your friend…" Magnus raised a brow, now that was something new. New and unexpected, which in his situation only meant one thing.

Butterfly Effect.

It didn't make any sense, he had done his best to solve every single major issue and plot point so far. The diary and locket had been sent to Dumbeldore to figure out, Sirius had been freed and Pettigrew captured.

Soon enough he'd arrange for the Gaunt's shack to get very intimate with the horcrux destroying flames of Fiendfyre, his father was currently working with the goblins on the dissolution of Bellatrix's marriage to seize the Hufflepuff cup as replacement for her dowry.

The diadem would be destroyed swiftly, or at least sent to Dumbeldore. Leaving only Harrymort and Nagini behind, both of which can be taken care of by the powers that be.

"Explain." He said, schooling his features. "Now."

. . .

Deep in Albanian forests, a wretched being haunted the woods. Each breathless second felt like agony, his thoughts were muddied and strength wavering.

It did nothing, for there was nothing it could do.

It wanted to scream, but it couldn't. It wanted to rage, but it couldn't. It wanted to cry and beg, but there was no mercy it's kind.

The disembodied wraith of Lord Voldemort lingered, sundered by his most recent failure.

It didn't know what happened, and was now too diminished to dare venture out and seek answers. One day, it was feasting on a nexus of dark forces, growing stronger as it schemed and planned its return.

Quicker than death it came, the pain. Pure, overwhelming pain was felt across its spirit. Like a shard of its very soul, shattered as it was, had been siphoned out of its magic and left to rot.

The soul shard was desperate to try and recover what it lost, draining its sister horcruxes of their essence. Even now, as it floated aimlessly, weaker than the most pathetic ghost, it could feel the damned fragment cannibalizing what remained of his soul and magic.

Alas, it was in vain.

In one of its few moments of clarity, a single name resonated through its mind. It was cast in the wind, unheard and forgotten like most desperate curses.

"Dumbledore."

. . .

The trial of Sirius Black led to many cases being reopened, and the auror having more freedom to do their actual job instead of being poorly funded token wands for the ministry.

Indeed, one Cornelius Fudge was in a very precarious position. The Black incident was something big, big enough to end more than one career if he did not play his cards right.

The Auror Force wants more budget? Of course.

Doubt being cast on upstanding members of society? Investigate, Madam Bones.

The British People wanted to have their cocks sucked? Fudge would kneel down all night long, bad knees be damned.

Throwing Barty Crouch Senior in Azkaban had been nothing but a formality, putting him in the same cell as the son he loathed so much had been a pleasure.

He did cause all this madness, after all.

"The Triwizard Tournament." He read the proposition of one Ludo Bagman.

It was good, his people liked sports. They liked it more when it was in their territory, and absolutely adored it when it involved serious maiming and an absurdly high death toll.

Quidditch was great, but this...this might just win him another election.

"Dolores." He called his undersecretary, a yes woman with a miles wide vicious streak and a very questionable fashion sense.


next chapter

Capítulo 35: Who Else Forgot Dobby?

(Double Chapters, here goes hoping my readers won't try to murder me.)

"Let me get this straight." Magnus said, looking at the three stooges sitting in front of him.

"Last year, an elf stole your mail and blocked your way to the train station to dissuade you from going to school." He said, looking at the for confirmation.

"You ignored his warnings, and went to school anyway in the most stupid way possible. You decided that not warning the teachers, leading to him trying to murder you for your own good...multiple times." Hermione nodded at his comment, obviously disapproving of the boy's stunt with the Ford Anglia.

"You later learned that he belonged to Lucius Malfoy of all people, who might or might not be involved in last year's life threatening bullshit." The girl was about to retort, but he beat her to it.

"There was a basilisk released by the so-called Heir of Slytherin from the bloody Chamber of Secrets to cleanse the school of muggle born students." He deadpanned "That's bullshit, Granger."

"You….aren't wrong." She admitted, much to everyone's shock.

"Anyways." He ignored the major character development happening in front of him. "Even after all this...hell feast, you decide to do nothing for a whole summer since you decided that the potentially psychopathic Ravenclaw was the man of the situation."

"I wouldn't say it like this…" Harry scratched his cheek "But...yes?"

"Ok." The transmigrator sighed "And you expect me to help you free Dobby."

"Wait, we didn't mention his name." Hermione said, eyes widening.

"Yes, you did." He said calmly.

"Did not." She looked at her friends for support.

"Did too, how else do you expect to know a random freaking house elf's name? I know I'm awesome, but not that awesome." He explained to her, leaning as if talking to a child.

"Bloke's got a point." Ron said, having somehow produced a jelly sandwich along the way.

"Maybe you forgot?" Harry suggested.

"I never forget." she said with finality.

"Said every villain ever." Magnus said, "Maybe you're in the Hornsknark conspiracy, after all."

"The what?" She asked, her curiosity defeating her indignation.

"The Hornsknark conspiracy, something about a large organization of Hufflepuff gaslighting the entire wizarding world to keep it stagnant." Ron of all people explained "What? Dad reads the Quibbler."

"Honestly, I'm more surprised that you know what gaslighting means." Hermione said.

"Hey!" Ron growled, face reflecting his hair. He was about to say something else, but remembered he indeed had no idea what gaslighting meant.

"But what do we do about Dobby and Malfoy?" The Potter said, ignoring his friends as he did each time they got in another senseless argument.

"Oh, that's easy." Magnus laid back on his seat "You snitch."

"What?" was the boy's eloquent response.

"I said you should snitch." He explained "You three will go to Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore and explain this whole mess in detail."

None of them minus the obvious granger rabbit were thrilled about this. It was understandable, each and every time they tried to do the proper thing and warn the more 'competent' and 'mature' figures about imminent danger they ended up chided and ridiculed.

His own overly familiar mentor was guilty of this neglect.

Of course, Dumbledore's lax point giving habits soothed their bruised egos...but still.

The boys argued and growled, eventually realizing they'd already made their bed by telling Magnus freaking Black and now had to sleep on it. They fell back on pleading and puppy eyeing the amber eyed boy, much to his amusement.

Alas, it was all for naught.

At least, Hermione was satisfied with this conclusion.

'Maybe he isn't so bad after all…' she mused, sneaking a peak on the book he was leisurely reading.

Esoterics Of Human Transfiguration.

'I take it back.' she growled internally, realizing she knew little to nothing about something he saw as light reading.'He's the worst.'

E+S

The thestrals were as disturbing as ever, the carriage obviously ill suited for their tasks and the students quickly reminded Magnus of Hogwarts's worst aspects.

They were loud and unfamiliar and unstable and the least charming ways. Too fickle to recognise right from wrong, still determined to have the moral high ground. They would mess up ten times a day, notice it four times, regret it once but would rather kiss a full speed bludger than apology.

Regardless of the many differences between muggles and magicals, teenagers were still teenagers.

"I think they are beautiful." Luna said lightly, sensing his rapidly worsening mood.

"Only someone like you could think that." He said, shaking his head. "The rest of us keep our head too deep in our own asses to judge them properly."

"Language." She said, mimicking his tone.

He only chuckled, earning him a mock chiding look from the petite girl. He apologized, of course. Earning him a chocolate cube she produced from who knows where.

Magnus asked her whether or not she was trying to condition him into being a proper human being, she didn't confirm nor deny his allegations.

"I've created a monster." He groaned jokingly.

The Luna from the books would never feel this comfortable with her fellow human beings, she would most likely try to appear more normal and less 'Loony'.

The poor girl had literally no one to rely on, her father was mindless most of the time and an airhead at his best. Her fellow students, being Ravenclaws in the modern wizarding world, of course enjoyed hating the literal child who was the most Ravenclaw of all Ravenclaws.

Curious, inquisitive and unafraid to hold the most unpopular opinions.

Fortunately, he had enough humanity left in his transmigrated arse to help her out.

His Luna was less...Lovegoodian. Not needing to rationalize her bullying certainly helped her in this regard. She was still an eccentric, as fitting of someone so close to him, but not in the annoying ever present 'Pick me, I'm not like others.' fashion of her lonelier self.

She was comfortable in her eccentricities, and felt no need to throw them in everyone's face.

"You look like you had way too many nargles trying to get in your mouth."

Well, she didn't do it most of the time.

It took him a few seconds to run the nonsense she said in his inner Lunatranslatinator. What came out was pretty accurate and thankfully much, much, much less disturbing.

"Why the long face?" She meant...hopefully.

"Just had to deal with too much bullshit in too little time." He tried to brush it off, as he ought to do. She didn't allow it, as she was prone to do.

"First thing, mind your language young master Black." She said the last part way longer than necessary, making him groan as a wave of second hand embarrassment mixed with spiritual pain hit him.

In other, less fancy words, he cringed.

Hard.

"Luna, you know I like you." He said, earning himself a smile from the sweet girl. "But never, ever, say this again."

"Then don't be troublesome and tell me what's bothering you." She countered.

That was it, he had no choice but to magically duct tape her mouth until he could figure out how to erase a sentence from someone's mind without turning them into a vegetable.

"Don't think about sealing my mouth, you've already enchanted my necklace to protect me against most charms." He didn't like it when someone knew him so well they could almost read his mind, it was something he alone should have the right to do.

He did, however, put defensive enchantments on her necklace.

And he earrings.

And her favorite clothes.

And her shoes.

And most items he could get away with enchanting.

And then some others he really should have no business enchanting, but she didn't have to know that.

"Shit." He cursed.

"Indeed." Luna agreed with a smile "Now spill the beans."

He sighed, leaning back against the carriage while he extended his magic around. It was a crude way of detection, since anyone would be alerted by his own magic pushing against them, but it served its purpose and provided a solid defense against most scrying spells.

"All right" Magnus said, certain that no one would listen in on them. "You win. From now on, you'll have no help with your homework, I hope you're happy."

He allowed her enough time to whine and plead, mind barriers raised high and proud. He had enough practice not to be stuck with a bad case of resting bitch face like a certain Slytherin blonde, but he was nowhere near good enough to seamlessly raise his defenses.

"I don't like people." He finally said. "Never did, it was bad enough when I was a no name trying to network my way through the complete cluster fuck called magical britain. All it took was making a few girls blush, help out a few promising students and keep my reputation nice and clean."

"Which you did very well, except for the rabbit rumor incident." She said, repressing a shiver.

"We don't talk about the rabbit rumor incident." He chided her, amber eyes narrowing.

"Agreed." And she did, the kind of evil madness plaguing Lavender Brown was above her paycheck.

Putting that behind him, for the sake of their sanity is nothing else. He returned to the subject at hand, something he would much rather bottle in and brood about for a few days before ruining a few idiot's entire school year and reputations.

The Black way, Andromeda would say.

"Now, however, things have changed." And change they did.

He was no longer Magnus Arran, the most gifted student Hogwarts has seen in decades. He could no longer get away with his near hermetic lifestyle, only showing up to dazzle the audience and further cement his reputation.

He was now Magnus Sirius Black, heir apparent to the most ancient and noble house of Black and all its holdings.

He was the one taking advantage of the flawed system, he was the one who'd have all the power and none of the troubles. By birthright alone he would control an insane amount of money, real estate and businesses.

A seat on the Wizengamot quite literally has his name engraved on it.

Unfortunately, it also meant he was the one getting cajoled and networked with.

Every bit of peace he aspired to was compromised by waves upon waves of cock lickers of various origins coming in to sniff the newest prick in town.

There were even people he had previously clashed, dueled and obviously humiliated coming in to 'make peace' and 'restore their relationship'!

Explaining it to Luna quickly led to him ranting for the entire ride, mentioning copious amounts of punishments he could deal out and drafting a sixty seven step plan to ruin their future business, marriage and dinners for an unspecified amount of time.

Magnus would've made a powerpoint about it, sadly most of his homes were saturated with magic to the point where most modern technology is affected by the Murphy field all wizards seem to generate on some level.

In short, it would crash.

"What's a powerpoint? And an excel sheet?" Luna asked him innocently.

'My kink.' He thought, eyes shining as he imagined vast amounts of stats, graphs and raw data about the most inane of subjects.

"Just a muggle thing." He ended up saying.

Soon enough they left the carriages, headed toward the great hall where they would wait for the first years to come. Magnus clapped politely for most of them, namely those who didn't immediately start looking for the Heir Black they were supposed to suck up.

Dumbledore did his traditional half mad speech, which Magnus no longer bothered paying attention to. He called forth the most famous yet unknown elves of Hogwarts and the feast was served.

A quick look at the Gryffindor table was enough to remind him why exactly he disliked the young Ronald Weasley.

He dug in, sensing many more gazes resting upon him.

Too many arse lickers, a very conflicted potion master, a supportive transfiguration teacher and the scheming eyes of a well meaning old goat who saw too much and failed too many.

Did he mention the cock suckers?


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