Title: The father of our Lord.
Summary: Regulus decided to finally clean up the old family house of Black. Forgotten and hidden things still remain there.
Voldemort has won and built a functioning society, where three different Lords are the governing together. This takes place approximately seven years after Voldemort's return. Totally AU and OOC.
Warning: This is an AU and the characters are not behaving in a Rowling way. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the books, media or anything else associated with it. I make no money off of this story or any others I write: It is done out of admiration.
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Chapter 1
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Regulus felt a degree of relief. He had a heavy work ahead to clean and free his old family home from the decay that has occurred since long before his mother died. That his mother, Walburga, had lost the ability to care for her selves after Regulus father's death, was not entirely unknown. But now to stand in the decay that had once had been the Black family great home he could hardly believe.
He had already been around on the upper floors and had found traces of that someone had been there, but the traces were old and probably made by his brother before he disappeared.
Regulus could not feel relief if he could not take control over his family home, it reminded him of the conflicts that had plagued the wizarding world between dark and light families. A conflict about ideals and beliefs between different people.
The end to this conflict came quite abruptly, after one of the great leaders on the light side died. A great battles involving the two groups never happened between them, but a meeting with Voldemort and Dumbledore, were the latter suddenly collapsed for no reason. After this despair had arisen on the light side. Many disappeared across borders, never to return, and some who had not had so much interest had simply adapted to the new world that had arisen.
In this light three Lords emerge from their shadows. It was a lord Adams, an advocate against corruption. It was Lord Grimm, a woman with strong ideals. And the last was Lord Voldemort, a man who since his return devoted much of his time to rebuild himself. The three separately came to define a new and safer way for the wizarding world.
It had taken a few years, but the building of wizarding world, under the Lords over seeing, was now in full swing and a purge of corruption had been made in the Ministry. Also Azkaban had has benefited from a cleaning where several innocent gotten the uprising they needed to be free again.
To some extent had wizarding world isolated from the Muggle world for a major study on the future, how the communication between the worlds would happen. It was not yet ready and would probably take up a large part of the government activities in the coming years.
Regulus himself, as the new headmaster, had devoted most of his time at Hogwarts being. In the beginning after the decision of the isolating of the wizarding world, the Muggle-born children was not accepted any longer here. It was after several motions Regulus had gotten through that decisions on specific management of Muggle-born. Yet it had not all been clarified, but with more meetings would probably all minor details soon be investigated, and soon Muggle-borns would be able to attend Hogwarts School with some requirements.
Regulus had taken the next week off, not to rest, but to clear up his old family home. He had long known that the home would be in a terrible condition, but wanted to rebuild it all again. He was now going to break through the protective layer that had been woven over a door to the basement. Regulus remembed it to be a dark space, with some rooms down there. He was mostly interested in the potions lab that would be there.
The layers around the door began to slowly relax and Regulus felt a certain sense of superiority to finally break through it. The door squealed and opened.
Regulus still had his wand ready when he opened the door completely. The staircase was steep, narrow and no light reached the bottom. A quick Lumos and light spread.
When Regulus made it down the stairs with great caution. Traps and hazards were not uncommon in the Black House.
The first room he came to was the potions lab. Several old bottles and tools were scattered across workspaces. Regulus looked into what has been the storage area and closed quickly when the odors of spoiled ingredients lead him to back off. It needed a clean-up before anyone could use the lab again.
Regulus walked through the hallway to the back room. Orion, his father, had never allowed his boys to go there. So Regulus did not know what to expect. Quickly he discovered that this door had layers of spells over it like the door before this. With a firm grip on his wand Regulus began to dissolve one spell after another, quite surprised that they were so easy to break through. Enchantments were not seemed to keep someone out of the room. Regulus let the last spell fall before with some anxiety opened the door.
The room that met him was quite homely although dark. The only light came from a small fireplace and the lights from there revealed some armchairs, a sofa and a table. A drape with embroidery hung from the ceiling.
"Who are you?" He heard a faint voice.
Regulus looked around, but saw no human that the voice could belong to. Suddenly the drape moved and a hand was visible. It looked small, but was definitely male.
The "mobiliarbus" spell was heard and the drape went to the side revealing a young man. He was properly dressed in clean clothes and having looked like a proper pureblood. Regulus quickly realized that the clothes that the young man had on were Regulus old clothes from when he was younger.
The young man looked frightened and held up a cushion to protect him. "Who are you?" He cried out this time.
Regulus looked at the man for a moment without answering. "This is my house, so it should be you who tell me who you are." Regulus said finally.
Before anyone could say anything more, there was heard a loud bang.
"Out, out of Here. Out, do not be here!" Screamed a hot-tempered house-elf.
Regulus flinched, he knew that voice. With bloodshot eyes and snout nose Regulus knew who this was.
"Be quiet Kreacher!" Roared Regulus.
Kreacher stopped and looked worried about. Not used to being told in this manner, he turned to the young man. Then he turned back to Regulus again.
"Master Regulus, you're here." He whispered. "You did not be here long, now you're here."
It took a few moments mumbling before the house-elf regained himself.
"No, no, just young master to be here, Master decide you do not be here." Kreacher was getting ready to re-start screaming when Regulus mumbling a quick spell. "Petrificus Totalus"
"Stop! Do not hurt him!" exclaimed the young man.
"I will not hurt him, but I'll have an answer." Said Regulus.
"I will answer, but do not hurt him."
"You seem to care about Kreacher."
"He takes care of me." Said the young man.
"Kreacher is known to be insane. Loyal to the family, but pretty crazy." Confirmed Regulus.
"Please do not say that about him." Said the man, he stood up and started walking up to the house-elf. A clinking sound caught the attention of Regulus. A chain from the young man's right foot and it went to one of the room's pillars. It made the young man move slowly and carefully.
"Who did that?" Regulus asked, pointing.
"Someone, I do not know anymore." Said the man and sat down next to Kreacher. "I think he did not mean anything bad, but it was so long ago. I remember no more."
"It was Kreacher who did it?"
"No, not him. Kreacher took care of me." Said the young man, he put a hand on the fossilized creature and stroked it over his ears. "He gave me food, clothes, books, he came here. He was kind."
"Kreacher has no loyalty to anyone who is not family." Regulus said to himself, but suddenly he remembered something. "He called you young master. Does he see you as a family?"
"I think so." said young man.
"How long have you been down here?" asked Regulus.
"Time, I do not know. a long time I think."
Regulus watched as the young man slowly stroked Kreacher over the ears. He was very thin and not very tall. Clothes that Regulus had as a teenager was loose. His hair was longer than he thought from the beginning, combed back into a tail. He did not look dangerous, but Regulus approached with awareness.
"Then you might want to get out of here." Said Regulus.
The man looked at him as if he did not believe what he had heard.
"Out, but Kreacher." Began the young man to say.
"Do not worry about him, as the new master he will obey." Said Regulus.
"You are Mr. Black."
"Yes!"
The young man looked at him with wide eyes. "You look like him."
"Like who?"
"Mr. Black."
Regulus shook his head, of course he resembled Mr. Black, he was Mr. Black. However most of people calling him headmaster Black nowadays.
"Will you come out now?" Said Regulus.
"Yes please… please." repeated the young man and let go of this attention to Kreacher .
"Reducto!" With his wand Regulus broke the chain that held the young man.
The man stood up and walked with faltering steps toward the door, but collapsed before he even reached it.
"You cannot even walk." Regulus Said and went over to him.
When he grabbed the young man to help him up the young man flinch. The fear was evident in his eyes.
"Fear not, I'll just take you up the stairs." With one arm under the young man's legs and one behind his back, Regulus lifted the young man. Although he was very narrow he weighed some.
When Regulus started walking up the stairs the man in his arms exclaimed. "Kreacher, you cannot leave him."
"Do not worry, I'll get him later."
The closer Regulus got to the light came from the basement door, the more the young man hid his face in Regulus shirt. When they came into the kitchen, he had a tight grip on the shirt and would not let go.
After a moment, the young man began to try to look round. With tears in his eyes form the bright light, he looked around the room and his eyes stopped at the large window.
"It's beautiful." he said quietly.
"What is beautiful?" Regulus asked.
"The sun!"