Outside Hogsmeade
Ares had used the passage under the one-eyed witch and made his way out of the small village using the invisibility gifted by the cloak of death. He had headed straight to the shrieking shack, not wanting to use the passage through the whomping willow for fear of arousing suspicion.
It was not the ideal location for what he had planned, but it would work.
Lucius had been to the shack last night, setting the place up for what Ares wanted and leaving a gift.
"Hello, Sirius."
The mangy escapee looked up from where he was tied to the bed with eyes akin to a wounded animal.
"Oops!" With a flick of his wand, the gag in his mouth disappeared.
"Who the fuck are you! Do you work for Voldemort? Why are you so young? Are you a mini-death eater? Are you going to kill me?" The almost feral man launched into a tirade of questions.
"Uh... My name is Ares. I attend Hogwarts as a student, I am not a mini death eater, and I might kill you if you don't stop acting so Sirius!" Ares said, ending with a bad joke to lift the mood.
"Really? Are you planning on killing me through the illustrious torture method of bad and overused jokes?" Sirius declared with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't need to; you look like shit! You'll probably die in a day or two on your own. You're lucky I found you." Ares started performing a few diagnostic charms on the man.
"Now, I don't think that is fair; I survived on my own until now. So why are you even interested in me anyway?" Sirius replied with a frown.
"I'm here, Mr Black, because my cousin needs you now more than ever. You'll be disappointed to hear that your Godson is utterly useless. The boy doesn't even know girls exist, let alone what end of the wand to hold." Ares said, over-exaggerating things slightly.
"How do you know, Harry? He doesn't have any cousins!" Sirius seemed rather eager to stop struggling and listen now, "Wait, I didn't father you, did I?"
Ares could see the horror looming on his face as he started to notice the Black family traits that Ares possessed.
Technically he was right. Sirius was one of his fathers; however, he was still mentally unstable and not ready to hear that now.
"No, you idiot, my name is Ares Peverell II, heir to the ancient and most noble house of Peverell. Harry Potter is my cousin through blood, but not yours."
Sirius immediately felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Ares unbound the man, satisfied that he wouldn't run.
"What do you want me to do?" The scion of House Black asked.
"Recover so you can protect Harry." with those last words, he knocked the man out with a stupefy and apparated them back to Peverell Manor.
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Hogwarts
Felix and Anastasia had been busy covering their boss's tracks as he
dealt with some business. However, it wasn't too hard as everyone was more concerned with the attack on Gryffindors Portrait and how Sir Cadogan had taken the Fat Lady's place.
Their biggest problem was the youngest Greengrass girl, who seemed to have taken an interest in Ares and kept pestering them about where he was.
She had tried to get into his room but been unsuccessful, with the door repelling all unlocking charms and even banishers.
The two had led her on a merry-goose chase around the entire grounds.
They hoped he would return soon as she was a very persistent brat.
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Peverell Manor
Ares was in bed with Narcissa, having spent the last few hours catching up.
Sirius was safe in one of the guest rooms under Dobby's stern but loving care, and he had already been given the first of a long line of potions designed to heal him.
The foremost expert on mental healing would be arriving in a couple of days after being sworn to secrecy. So, naturally, Ares wanted his Godfather back in tip-top shape.
He had asked Narcissa for advice on how to get closer to Daphne and had been told that gifts might be the answer.
So, he just had to find a gift for a girl with literally everything she could want.
Stefan Greengrass had been true to his word and not tried to cause any outright trouble, although he had sent the occasional spy to try and bypass his wards.
Ares had sent him a letter suggesting better protection in case the new killer decided the Greengrass family would make an excellent target.
He had gotten in touch with a few Hit wizards from other countries, specifically Bulgaria, and asked them to bring him muggle-borns.
Any kind would do as well as squibs.
He had spent much time in Bulgaria in his previous life and knew the situation reasonably well, whether it was economic, political, or social issues.
He needed an army, and what better place to find one than disgruntled walking weapons of magical mass destruction? Squibs had latent magic and could become brewers for his new companies exploiting the Schwarz forest. His bank balance was already increasing massively.
Writing a letter to an official in Bulgaria, he sealed it and sent it off before redressing himself, much to Narcissa's disappointment, and disapparating back to Hogsmeade.
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Hogwarts
Headmaster's office
The Order had been reformed with new members; Albus Dumbledore watched with pride as they arrived one by one.
Alastor Moody was already in his office and was soon joined by Kingsley Shacklebolt, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Mundungus Fletcher, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Rubeus Hagrid, Sturgis Podmore, the three eldest males in the Weasley family, Molly Weasley, Hestia Jones, Nymphadora Tonks and himself.
There were once considerably more members, but with dear Elphias having been murdered and his potential recruit of Xenophilius being made to disappear as well, the Order would have to make do for now.
Though with seventeen powerful witches and wizards, they were not lacking in power.
The room was a little crowded, so he activated the inbuilt expansion charms giving his friends some space.
"Dear Friends and Allies, we have gathered here today because of the recent attacks. My dear friend Elphias Doge was murdered in cold blood along with a potential recruit Xenophilius Lovegood leaving behind his now-orphaned daughter! I believe Voldemort has been resurrected or is growing in power and has recovered some of his followers. It is now a priority to capture Sirius before he re-joins his master. Severus, perhaps you could try getting in contact with Lord Voldemort?" Dumbledore began, only to be interrupted by the panic caused by his declaration.
"Of course, Albus, I will try." Severus nodded and left, planning to do just that.
"Kinglsey, you must increase your search parameters; he may give up on young Harry if he believes his master is alive. I also implore you to start looking for new loyal recruits. That goes for all of you." Dumbledore continued as everyone nodded in agreement.
"Finally, I want you on high alert in case any new attacks are tried on you; he appears to be targeting Order members."
Seeing everyone understood, he dismissed them.
Sinking back into his comfy desk chair, he noticed the report he had
asked for on his desk.
Ares Peverell II was an enigma. He did exceptionally well in class but appeared to put no effort into his work. He was also rather charismatic but had few friends except for two in his year and his apparent Fiancée Daphne Greengrass.
Albus planned to invite him for a face-to-face meeting as soon as possible after all this stress had died down.
He had a feeling it would be an exciting conversation.
7th November 1993. Hogwarts.
Ares was eager to get out to the Quidditch pitch. He felt slightly giddy at the thought of watching himself play the game he had been banned from since his fifth year.
As the players came out, he couldn't stop himself from sending a tripping hex at Cho Chang for fun, and to make it fair, he sent one at each of the three chasers for Gryffindor. After all, that much hotness on one team had to be illegal.
As soon as Hooch blew the whistle, both teams rushed into action, although the Dark Lord only had eyes for his younger self, eager to see if he played any differently from how he remembered.
Harry made a few feints and dodges before he spotted the golden globe seconds after Ares.
He set off, and Cho followed close behind, having spotted it herself.
As the snitch flew higher and higher, clouds began to form heavily, and a cold presence appeared.
Not happy with dementors ruining his experience, Ares aimed his hand upwards as if cheering and let loose a spell with as much power as possible, 'aetherius exilium!'
He watched the see-through spell fly upwards and collide with Harry, effectively turning him into an anti-Dementor charm.
They refused to get close, but Harry didn't seem concerned as he raced for the snitch, not realising that Cho had flown away in fear of the evil creatures long ago.
Harry grabbed the snitch, only to be surprised by how close the dementors were and fall off his broom.
He started hurtling down.
Ares felt his eye twitch.
Why was his past self so danger-prone? did he have some kind of curse?
He didn't bother trying to save him as Dumbledore came to Harry's rescue.
Ares could not help but be irritated by how the game had gone; Fudge would need to do something about that.
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9th November 1993. Minister of Magic's Office.
Cornelius Fudge had thought it was terrible when Dumbledore had stormed in here and made his displeasure known about the Dementor incident.
He was more like a cloud drifting along in the sky than the storm that had arrived just now.
Lord Peverell had looked incredibly calm, so Fudge had known something was wrong as that meant he was using his Occulmency to keep himself in check; at least Dumbledore had expressed his anger.
"My dear Minister, you have truly and royally fucked up! I don't appreciate having my son nearly lose his soul, nor does Lucius. We have both decided that it would be best if we suspended any further donations to your re-election campaign until you deal with the menace of dementors. If not dealt with by the end of the week, I will deliver a speech on the subject in the Wizengamoat, and I am afraid you won't come off well in it." Ares said with a voice that cut like a knife.
Fudge could only nod as the man turned around and began to leave.
"Please, Lord Peverell, accept two tickets for your son and yourself to the Quidditch world cup in my box," Cornelius begged.
"That will not be necessary, Cornelius; however, if you resolve this well, I might invite you to my box," Ares said with a small smile and left.
'His box?' The minister thought.
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11th November. Hogwarts.
Albus had been amazed when Cornelius had decided to send the Dementors back to Azkaban and replace them all with highly trained Aurors until he heard about the incident with Lord Peverell from Kinglsey, who had heard it from Amelia.
Albus was grateful to the man and would express his thanks the next time they met.
When they got to know each other better, the man might like to join the order.
A passing thought but an interesting one.
With all the law enforcement around, he was no longer afraid of Sirius and only hoped he was caught soon.
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Peverell Manor
Same time
Sirius couldn't help but sneeze suddenly as if someone had been thinking about him.
He had been amazed when he had woken up and been told he was in the mysterious Lord Peverell's manor. What quickly followed was Dobby, a house elf showing he was in charge by forcing the man to drink several disgusting potions.
He was then told that he would meet a mind healer for regular sessions.
It had been a week since the daily meetings began, and he could already feel the difference, not to mention he was looking a lot better, with his natural skin colour returning. He looked skinny, but a few significant house elf-cooked meals would fix that.
He was keen to see the boy who had saved him again and his father but had been told they were busy and were to return in a month.
He had waited thirteen years in jail. He could survive staying a month in luxury.
After all, he was allowed out in public with glamour and looked forward to getting rid of thirteen years' worth of blue balls.
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11th December 1993
Ares was heading back to his home for Christmas, wanting to get involved with the Wizarding world and catch up with the latest news after being secluded at Hogwarts.
He felt sorry for Harry, but there wasn't much he could do and Ares was sure he would prefer staying with his friends.
He didn't feel like taking the eight-hour journey to Kings Cross, so instead, he just walked to Hogsmeade's outskirts and disappeared with a small pop.
He appeared in a comfy chair next to the fireplace in the sitting room of his manor, ageing himself up as he did so.
The crackle of the fire was incredibly soothing as Ares fell asleep.
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