"This doesn't make any sense," Frank said tiredly, as he sat down on a couch, next to Remus and James.

Remus snorted. "When have Family Magicks ever made any sense?"

"Are you sure the runes were drawn correctly?"

"James, we did the ritual five times!" Remus said exasperatedly. "We got to work with what we already have."

"Which is almost nothing," Frank pointed out.

"It's not nothing," James protested. "We know the Field was breached. The wards almost fell. They are only standing because they were interwoven with Potter Family Magicks."

"Maybe, the influx was sent by someone who has Potter blood." Remus concluded.

"We already knew that," Frank said as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. "You sure Fleamont Potter didn't have any Heirs?"

"Definite," James affirmed.

"Maybe Harry or Violet had something to do with it?" Remus asked mildly only to receive James' glare.

"Like what? Blow up the wards?"

"It's a possibility," Frank snorted.

James sighed. He pushed off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I have an idea of what might have transpired."

"You do?" Frank asked surprised. Remus just had a knowing look.

"I do, I just didn't want that to be the case," James commented.

"Oh, if you did, we could have went to see our children get their wands!" Frank said accusingly.

James shook his head, "I needed to be sure that were the case."

Frank just glared at him. He really wanted to be there when Neville bought his first wand, but he had agrees to come aid James as he had a better understanding of wards then either of them. James was much more skilled when it came to duelling and Transfiguration and Remus was equally skilled in Runes and Arithmancy, he just had a knack for Warding. And, if they waited long enough the spike would have completely vanished.

"So what is it?" Remus asked as he took a sip of the twirling liquid in his hand.

"Harry took the mantle of Heir Potter and Heir Black," James replied after looking at the other two for a moment. He got two confused looks in return.

"We knew that," Frank commented.

James shook his head. "Harry was declared the Heir. Now, he has declared himself an Heir." After getting two black looks, he repeated, "Maybe, he said something unknowingly, which Magic took as an Oath."

"And?" Frank asked curiously. House Potter and Black were few of the remaining Most Ancient and Noble Houses, so he had basically no idea what James was going on about. Remus wasn't faring well either.

James sighed exasperatedly, "We are talking about Olde Magicks, Merlin himself created the Heir-ship rings and the Lordship rings. They contain arsenal of knowledge. I am forbidden from using the knowledge. Whenever there is need the Magicks become active to prevent the dissolution of the houses. The only house which went out of fashion was the Eveningshade House, when House Potter crushed it. Rest Magicks are still inactive, waiting for their Heirs to take up the mantle. One way is to take the rings, other is to declare yourself a symbol for the family. Warriors in case of Potters, and Demons in case of Blacks, and Conquerors in case of Eveningshades - those are the ones I know about."

"But, you said that Voldemort supporters might have something to do with it?" Remus asked as Frank just shrugged. It didn't make any sense to him, and he truly doubted if James either understood what he was going on about.

"Yeah, right. What should I tell? My son willingly unleashed most powerful Magicks upon the world?" James snapped.

Frank shook his head. That wasn't wise at all. Dumbledore wanted Neville to away from Magical world, it was only Lily's wrath that had put an end to his antics. He would probably use Harry. He was already worried about Dumbledore's influence on Neville. His son practically worshipped Dumbledore, and he had no idea why.

"Are you going to ask him about it?" Remus questioned, his scars more visible than they were a moment ago, making James remember the hardships his friend had faced.

"No."

"No?" Frank asked. "Please tell me Lily knows about this."

"She does, but that isn't the point. Harry is the Heir of the family. I can't just interfere with the matters that concern him.."

"James, we aren't really sure if that is the case," Remus commented, while Frank nodded along with him.

James shook his head, "Do you have any better explanation?"

"As if this explains anything," Remus muttered under his breath.

After a moment of silence, Frank asked, "What now?

"Let's go through this again, once." Remus said as he stood up and started pacing. "You say that Harry 'might' have found Potter Heir rings due to which the Family Magicks went active? Why did they go dormant, in the first place?"

"They became dormant when Xavier Potter, my grandfather, died. Dad didn't take Heir-ship until Voldemort rose, he became the Lord of the House only few days before my wedding." James replied.

"Why does it matter anyways?" Frank asked. "What we do know is that the wards were never breached. The Magicks might have gone active sensing a danger?"

"What danger? Hogwarts?" James commented sarcastically.

"Voldemort? Dumbledore?" Remus supplied.

"The latter won't harm openly. I doubt seeing Harry duelling Dumbledore." Frank said bluntly. "And, the Order of the Phoenix is also kicking again."

"Sirius thinks better that ways," said James.

"He also thinks that Harry and Vi should be trained along with Neville," Frank replied morbidly. "It's quite bad with Neville himself taking the strain."

"He needs his friends, Frank. I quite agree with Sirius in this matter," James said.

Frank shook his head, "He does, but the support they provide him is more than enough. They are really loyal friends."

"Yes, they are." Remus commented. "And soon, you won't be able to stop them from joining him."

A silence consumed them.

"I am just thankful, Harry received the Hogwarts letter." James said shortly. It was no news to the other two that Harry never showed signs of accidental magic. James was worried that his eldest might be a squib, thankfully it weren't the case. It was probably for the better that he was aided with Family Magicks now. It would surely increase his chances of survival.

Sometimes, James wondered if he even knew his son. He was always quiet and kept to himself or Violet and Neville, as opposed to the bubbly nature of his sister. Oh, he was really good on a broom and with Potions, but he doubted there was more to it. Vi too soared in both the subjects, but she also had a very precise control over her wandless abilities much like Lily did at that age. Even better, maybe.

And, he was sure his son had caught eye of an girl, he would be damned if Harry didn't. The signs were there. He hoped his son fared better than he did.

"You think he will be a Gryffindor?" Frank asked.

"Honestly, I doubt that. He would probably end up in Ravenclaw or Slytherin." James replied, gulping down his drink.

"Snape would have a field day if he ends up a snake," Remus snorted from the wall he was leaning against.

"I wonder what would Neville say if that happens," Frank grimaced.

"You are selling your son too low, Frank." Remus accused. Frank would do that often and would end up with Alice screeching in his ear. It was probably a major side effect of growing up as Augusta Longbottom's son. Though Remus would never say it loud. She was the reason Neville was alive today.

"My mum was a Slytherin and a Black. So is Dora, and Neville gets along well with her." James commented. "Vi's a Gryffindor for sure though."

"She is quite taken with young Neville," Remus smirked as James scowled. He didn't really like to think about her daughter's potential boyfriends. He was jerk and big-headed when he dated, and he hurt a lot of people. Lily taught him humility. While Neville was really humble and noble, he still didn't like to think about it.

"They are too young. And I would have expected such a comment from Sirius, not you Remus." Frank replied before James could start ranting.

"Young my foot. I remember James' crush on Lily, before even we started our first year. What was that you said, 'I am gonna marry her one day.' It was rather hilarious." Remus chuckled while James just grumbled.

"Neville's got a responsibility," Frank said stonily.

"I doubt that's gonna deter Vi," James grimaced. "She is too young. Period."

"So? What now?"

"Now we visit Ollivanders," James said standing up. If he knew his wife correctly, he was damn sure he did, they wouldn't have bought wands yet.

::::SAPPHIRES MEET EMERALDS::::

Neville groaned, "Let's just get done with it!"

"Suits you right," Violet sniffed before she made her way towards Ollivanders', not really caring if anyone was following her.

Harry sighed deeply. He was getting tired of acting like a eleven year old. He knew his father thought he was a squib until the letter arrived which was really stupid considering he was brewing potions for a few years now. He really wanted to be the dry and sarcastic bastard that he was, but here he was playing the polite wolf in sheep's clothing.

He quickly caught up with Violet.

"Calm down, Vi."

Violet looked at him, before she gave a small nod. "Let's just get done with it," she repeated the words earlier from Neville.

Soon they were standing in front of the desolate place, which Ollivander liked to call a shop. He had explicitly told Violet to leave both the wands behind, and keep the suppressor on. Ollivander could tell if they carried wands.

Their wands weren't really powerful, just that it had more finesse.

There was more to it then he had let on. It would hide traces of temporal magic and soul magic from others. Namely, Dumbledore and Quirell. Harry knew he really couldn't use the Time Turner in Hogwarts. Dumbledore would easily find the disturbances in time-stream and the space surrounding it. He would have to find a way around it.

Harry shook his head. Things could very well go FUBAR, as his sister had said so nicely stated. He shivered slightly remembering well no plan survives contact with the enemy.

"Dad!?"

Harry looked up to see Vi had opened the door only to find James Potter, Frank Longbottom and Remus Lupin standing there and chatting with the wandmaker. Harry could tell she was less than pleased to see him. Understandably, considering what their mother had put her though. Let's see then.

"James?" Sirius asked in surprise. The surprise soon gave way to mirth. "A bit late for party, huh?"

"Quite a bit," Aunt Alice commented drily.

Frank shrugged apologetically, while Neville grinned unabashedly.

"Hey Moony," Harry decided to greet Remus instead, not having met him here. Remus gave a small smile back. Harry continued, "I didn't know you were dating Mr. Ollivander."

James choked back a laugh, while Sirius laughed loudly.

Remus groaned. "I am not going to ask why you think that," Remus shook his head while his mother commented, "Probably, for the best."

"Let's just get done with this – " Violet waved her hand he shop, where Ollivander was standing, smiling his creepy smile, "Paedophile!" She completed, grinning madly.

Harry shook his head – she had a bad temper, he could already see things going awry.

"Violet," his mother warned – but it was lost amongst laughter.

He could see Aunt Alice trying not to laugh. He did not laugh. Paedophile, she had said. Though her tone was light, he could hear a dark undertone that likely came with a strong hatred.

"Ah, well I assure you, Miss Potter, I am no paedophile," Ollivander.

"Nah! You are just downright creepy – "

"Neville's first," Harry cut across her, pushing his god-brother forward, ignoring the glare that Violet sent his way, with practised ease.

"Why me?" Neville asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you always acted like a knight tying to save me, as if I were some damsel!" Violet snapped at him, making him flinch.

Harry had no idea what had got into her. But, he had had enough of her tantrums.

"Enough Vi!" Harry snapped back.

And he dragged her outside, despite the protests from various people, including herself.

"Be careful!" His mother warned. Harry nodded at her gratefully. The two of them had hardly ever fought, but when they did, everyone stayed out of their way. They had learnt, from experience of course.

He did not just stop outside, but instead walked all the way to Magical Menagerie with Violet seething silently, which was just a few block away.

"We are looking for an Owl. No help will be required," he said coldly to the shopkeeper as he made his way back. He waved his hand casting a silencing ward and Notice-Me-Not Charm around them.

"How dare you!" she screamed at him loudly as soon as he was finished.

"Not a word, Violet or..." He didn't compete the sentence, he was pretty sure he couldn't threaten her with anything. "Never mind. Care to tell me what had got you so worked up?"

"What do you care? You are not even my brother!" she sneered at him.

CRACK!

The slap echoed in the silence of the ward.

Without thinking, without knowing he had slapped her. Hard. A bruise was starting to form. He winced, but it was satisfying as she stared at him, shocked. The fucking soul merge. He was definitely going to work on that.

"I don't know what weird notions you hold about me not being your brother. I have never had a sister for a few decades, but now that I have one, I am not going to let her act like a bitch."

To say he was surprised would have been an understatement when she threw herself at him and started sobbing loudly. He froze for a moment. He relaxed and hugged her back as she cried her eyes out. He did have a sister.

"Vi, what happened?" Harry asked after she calmed a bit.

"It brings back memories, Harry. The deaths. Mum. Dad. Sirius. Remus. How everything is different and you didn't even exist. I can't lose any of you in the war. And, Neville. He is the Chosen One. Neither can li-live while other survives. Remember? And, Thirteen Horcruxes!" She hugged him harder. She had stopped crying, that was good.

"You know," he stated.

"I have known for a while," she finally separated. Ashamed, of herself, if he had to guess.

She looked around, noticing a white owl staring back at them. "This just feels like a dream," she said, looking longingly. "Surreal, you know?" she asked breathlessly.

"We will be fine," he spoke with determination, he knew not of. He knew there was possibility that everyone they loved could die.

To hell with it. He moved forward, picked up Hedwig' s cage, and walked back to the counter, with his sister on his arm.

"This one," Harry said to the shopkeeper, who raised an eyebrow at Violet's dishevelled appearance, tear strained face along an imprint of a hand.

Harry shamelessly obliviated the shopkeeper while Violet fixed herself wandlessly, looking exactly as she did before they had entered the shop. Harry put down a galleon on the counter and left with Violet and Hedwig.

Soon, they were standing outside the Ollivander's.

"Thanks Harry," she squeezed his hand.

"Anytime little sis. Anytime."

"And, I hate Ollivander, Harry. No, I loathe him. I want to rip him new every time I see his face. "

Before Harry could respond, the door was thrown open. He would ponder upon it later.

As he looked up, relief was washed over their mother's face, a bit of concern still shining in her eyes. Everyone else looked at them curiously.

Harry gave his mother a smile before he moved past her.

"Nice owl," his mother commented lightly. Vi snorted, but didn't comment.

"Welcome back, Mr. And Miss Potter."

Harry nodded to Ollivander ignoring everyone else, who probably wanted answers. Violet smiled brightly at the old wandmaker. The smile was almost feral. As if he knew something he didn't. Another mystery, for another time.

::::SAPPHIRES MEET EMERALDS::::

Six wands. All Phoenix feathered. Seven, if you counted Neville's.

The Teak and Amber wands they had found in the Vaults. Essentially their Spare wands.

The Blood wands. Ellyn wood, embedded with Sapphire and Emerald each, dipped in blood – the ones Dorothy had specially crafted for them.

And, the Ollivander's had found for them. Another pair of twin wands. These were their Official wands. Phoenix feather, isolated in a Alpine wood.

Alpine wood. Phoenix feather. Eleven inches.

And, Neville's Holly wand. Generally Phoenix feather wands were rare. Very rare.

Anomaly had often struck the Potter family, so it wasn't a surprise.

"Sirius promised he was going to take us to the Black Library!" Violet's whine brought him out of his musings.

Harry looked up in surprise from his ice cream. His father choked on the ice cream. His third one. The quick look at Sirius face, he knew Vi had played the Marauder. The surprise on Sirius face was quickly replaced, with a smile as he laughed heartily.

"You and your books," Sirius shook his head. Ah. Clever, cunning and ruthless, the Blacks. Sirius had no trouble lying, but Harry had seen Remus' eyes narrow upon the grim animagus.

James stared at Sirius incredulously. Violet had timed it really well. The four of them had ditched the others in Gringotts. Aunt Alice and Uncle Frank had taken Neville for some family work, while Mum had gone to the Potter vault.

It was a very unsettling. His mother had no reason to go the vault. Unless...

He felt his own eyes narrow at Violet. Compulsion charms. A probability

"The Black Library!" His father whispered furiously.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "I am not an idiot, James. I will make sure they don' t take anything they shouldn't."

"This is a bad idea Sirius," James groaned.

Remus chuckled, "Lily is going to kill you both."

"I know. The reason we are disappearing now," Sirius replied. "See you back at the Hollow."

"Yes," Violet fist bumped Sirius, as she abandoned her ice cream.

Harry gave a last look at his ice cream, and sighed. He wasn't going to travel through Floo with an ice cream in his hand. He gulped another spoon, before deciding to follow his deranged sister and his lunatic godfather.

"You know the drill," Sirius said as they reached the Floo.

Violet nodded. "12 Grimmalud Palace!"

Harry sighed, as Vi disappeared through the Floo. He looked at Sirius, "For the record, this wasn't one of my ideas."

"You mean, unlike all others? And, what about France?" Sirius smirked.

"You supported that," Harry rolled his eyes. Harry often had conned his parents with the help of Sirius to leave the house. Sirius was one of three people who actually knew what kind of devil Harry had been in this world.

Also, Sirius had taken him and Vi to France on their eighth birthday. More like smuggled in the middle of the night, the reason being him. Harry didn't mind, it was fun, or so he remembered. They had left a note, but Harry had accidentally destroyed it.

Sirius also knew how advanced the Twins were when it came to Magic. He was the one who had instilled the need to keep it hidden. He was the one who taught them basic Occlumency. He was the one who trusted the Twins as adults and also mistrusted Dumbledore. He was a Black.

"12, Grimmauld Palace!" Harry stepped into the Floo.

The Floo was uncomfortable as ever, at least he didn't land in anymore heap. Unless someone like Neville was already sprawled. He had to grit his teeth as the wards accepted him, no recognised him as Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. The Family Magicks were active

"What kept you?" Vi asked as she crossed his arms.

Harry shrugged, "France."

"Oh." A smile bloomed on her face. "France was fun."

"Yes, it was," Sirius replied as he stepped out from the Floo. "Now, why did I just lie to your father and my best friend?"

Violet instead turned to Harry, "I think we should tell him. He might be able to help us."

Harry blinked. It was a not a bad idea. He hummed in agreement, before he gave a nod. His quick acceptance didn't surprise her, as he thought it would, but then again, before his arrival, the Harry of this world almost never disagreed with her.

Harry clenched his jaw and swore he wouldn't divide himself into old and new. He was now Hadrian Potter-Black, like he always had been – as if the Dark Lord Potter had never ventured into this Universe. It felt strange but right.

"The study, if you will," Violet said to Sirius, more mature than before. Sirius gave them a wary glance but accepted.

"Follow me," Sirius nodded.

The Black Family home was much more habitable now. Sirius had redecorated the entire building, spending more than a few thousand gallons. It still held a stale smell which perhaps no amount of galleons could wash off.

They ventured into the library. It was darker than any other room. The vileness it held had perhaps come from Blacks learning Dark Arts in this very room for hundreds of years. Despite his uneasiness, Harry felt at home. He had lived here before, for decades before it was incinerated.

The study was connected to the library and was majestic as well, nothing like his own. It spoke of Pureblood dogma; he didn't associate Sirius with. It was the most curious part of the Ancestral Home.

Sirius easily deposited himself on his chair and motioned for them to sit.

Harry plopped down on his chair, Violet next to him.

"Now tell me, does this have to do anything with the influx?" Sirius asked casually, leaning back into his chair.

Violet glanced at him; he gave a barely perceptible nod. He was going to do the explaining. It was how the two of them always worked.

"I wouldn't say that," Harry replied evasively. He was the diplomatic one. The scalpel. Violet was the hammer.

"What do you say then?" Sirius asked challenging. Daring them to disagree.

Sirius knew, they had something to do with it. Their actions had already revealed that much. His evasiveness had confirmed it, as he wanted it to. This may or may not be bad.

"We need a vow," said Violet.

"You do know how disrespectful it is to ask for one?" Sirius' rhetoric made Harry snort.

"Because you care about respect?"

"True that, Harry. But you have never asked for an oath before. This must be big then." He narrowed his eyes.

There was a silence which stretched for a good minute. Harry was prepared for whatever Sirius' decision might be.

"You know, I did think you two would have had something to do with it." Sirius let out a sigh. "Fine. If that is what it takes

"I, Sirius Orion Black swear, in the name of all those who have been before me, in honour of the great Magic, I shall protect the secrets of Hadrian Potter-Black and Violette Potter, so mote it."

It was a pretty standard oath, it wasn't that Sirius wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it, but he would have a lot of trouble if he did try to tell someone.

Harry did not understand oaths or how they worked. Gellert had said that words were powerful – the intention to protect the secrets was enough for an oath to work, but words were binding. Gellert himself had said he had no idea what he was going on about, but it had seemed reasonable enough.

"We are from the future," Violet said bluntly.

Sirius just looked at her for a moment. He did not call them liars, he did not call them lunatics, he did not laugh alright. But his face conveyed how ridiculous he thought this was.

"Prove it?" Sirius asked uncertainly.

Harry knew he should answer it. This was a dangerous question. Though answer to the future might be a false one, it might reveal too much and a little too soon.

"We know you're an animagus. A grim animagus to be precise. Dad's a stag."

Sirius rose an eyebrow, "Plenty people know that."

"You mean only the Order members. But, yeah, they could have been bought. We also know what is being hidden at Hogwarts."

Sirius just stared at him.

Harry had bluffed. He didn't exactly know whether the Philosopher's Stone would be at Hogwarts, or that Sirius would even know about it. It was a wild guess, but he would roll with it.

"For all your brilliance you couldn't have known that," Sirius relented. "How long?"

How long? Eighty years? No fucking way. They hadn't even said they were dimensional travellers. Violet had said future but not which one they were from.

Sirius didn't need to know, but Harry also knew they wouldn't be able to hide it for long. It wasn't wise to tell him about it now though.

"Twenty-five years," Violet said from beside him.

It was a reasonable number. That could explain how they had managed to find enough information on how to do it. It had taken him more than forty years though.

"Bloody hell!" he whispered. He shook his head, "Twenty-Five Years. I think need a drink. Oh, I need more than one."

"Meet us in the kitchen, when you're done, okay?" Violet stated more than asked, as they stood up, walked around the table and kissed Sirius on the cheek before walked out.

He wouldn't have even thought to kiss Sirius if Violet didn't. But he could also see how cunning it was. He was a bit ashamed of how strategic his mind was – Violet would have probably thought of it as a means of showing affection.

He wouldn't say he was a sociopath but he was forged in hardships.

"He took it better than I thought he would."

AN: Small chapter, I know. It was lying around, I thought I might as well post it. It is a bit rushed – but it is something.