The Happy Harry Trio

"Harry James Potter!" Lily called, exhaustion coating her tone. James winced from the couch. They'd had a long day in Black Manor with Sirius and Lily was at the end of her rope from the Marauders. The Marauder heir nervously poked his head in the kitchen and she raised an eyebrow at him. "What did I tell you about leaving your sister outside alone?"

"Not to," Harry offered. "But to be fair, she's not alone. She's got Pep out there with her."

"Peppy does not count!" Lily huffed. "That snake cannot protect her like you can!"

"Mum, I can't really protect her much at all," he denied. "No magic outside of school."

"In emergencies you can use it," Lily argued. She turned to James and he hid another wince. He didn't want to be stuck in the way when she got angry.

"She's right, Prongslet," James sighed. "Go grab Daisy and bring her inside."

"She's nearly ten," Harry sighed as he walked to the side door. "Can't she be alone outside while I'm with Ron and Hermione?"

"You know she's scared of being alone with your snake," Lily told him with a displeased frown.

"Fine," Harry huffed in a very teenagerish manner. He retrieved his little sister and snake and quickly made his way up to his room, stomping the whole way. James rolled his eyes at his son and relaxed into his chair as Daisy grabbed a book and plopped herself onto his lap.

It was only a few minutes later when a bright light flashed through the house.

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"Something isn't right," H.G Harry whispered to himself as the chaos commenced. The Order was finally continuing to filter into the suddenly much too small kitchen, and he felt a terrible pain in what he knew to be his core. "Something is wrong- ah!"

"Harry?" Remus asked, appearing at his side. "What is it?"

"My core, it hurts, like it's straining, something else is there…"

"I know what that is," Bill called. "Wards. If he's in charge of wards that he's unaware of, it'll cause pain if someone trespassed on them."

"But he'd be in charge of the wards for all Potter property," Remus said warily. "Not to mention whatever Sirius left him."

"So, we'll have to split up."

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The Snape Trio

"I mean it, Harry, I'm not going to do it."

"Please!" Harry begged, following Adelaide through the garden to where Avery sat with Fabian. Gideon, she knew, was at the Ministry arguing with Kingsley over their training once more. It had been discovered that there had been enough changes that the twins would have to go through three months of rushed training before they could act as Hit Wizards for the Ministry. For simple Auror training, it was two months.

"I said no," she glared, sitting between her friends. "Ask Sirius to do it."

"But I want to do it for Sirius!" he reasoned, pacing in front of the three of them.

"Then ask Regulus!"

"What's up, Pip?" Fabian wondered, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. She reached out for Avery's hand, which he offered easily.

"This prat wants my help to clean out Grimmauld Place and redecorate it. That includes getting rid of Walburga's terrible portrait, too. Really, Harry, I have no clue how you expect me to be able to do that. If Sirius couldn't, how could I?"

"I could try," Avery said thoughtfully. Adelaide shot him with a look.

"We're not trying to help him, Avery! I liked Sirius's idea of destroying it."

"Clearly, your husband did not," her friend pointed out. She stuck her tongue out at him like the adult she was, pausing only when a pain engulfed all of them and only ended with a bright flash.

"Fuck," Adelaide cursed loudly, grabbing her head in her hands. "What the…?"

"It's dark," Fabian muttered. "Check the wards."

Adelaide and Harry ran to the edge of the wards and were pleased to see that they were fine. They returned to their friends and both shook their heads.

"What happened?" Fabian wondered, frowning around. The house was dark and seemed empty. The lawn, which had been full of the large group of friends and family, was also empty.

Adelaide raised her wand and cast the spell she'd cast at least three times upon returning to her rightful time, just to make sure it was real.

02:00, December 23rd, 1996

"Oh, fuck."

"Where do you think we are?" she asked, mostly to herself.

"Where were we back then?" A.S Harry wondered with a frown. "Merlin, we're in the past!"

"We would've been here," Adelaide answered. "Or… maybe Grimmauld Place?"

"No, we didn't go back."

Adelaide shrugged, dropping the spell. "We might as well check. Next we can try Hogwarts, I'd guess. But we need to be careful. Awful things happen to wizards who mess with time."

Everyone just stared at her.

"I may not be the best example of that."

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Hermione rubbed her temples. Alexia and Mia were arguing again over the irresponsible actions they'd both done, and she truthfully just wanted to hex them both. Was she going to turn into that? At least Cassiopeia was calmly speaking to her family. It was a bit of an intimidating sight if she were being honest.

"This is mad," H.G Ron whispered. "How d'you suppose they'll sort it all out?"

"No clue," H.G Harry sighed before turning to Hermione. "Do you think you'll end up going to the past?"

She met his eyes, trying to answer the question she'd been going over since they'd gotten there. "It's possible, but it's also possible I won't. As they said, we live in an infinite multiverse. There's a chance that we live in the one where I never go back. Or we live in one where I do go back and become one of them, but with a slightly different life. Truthfully, it's impossible to know until we get there."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry. If I could, I'd go back and save him for you," she promised softly.

The floo flared to life and wands were raised again, this time to point at the new intruders. First through came A.S Harry, and then Hermione with straight black hair, and then A.S Avery and a man with orange hair that looked a bit like Molly, just taller and thinner.

"More," one of the girls - Mia - complained.

The new girl froze in the fireplace, her face filled with fear. "I need to- Avery, we have to leave."

"Why?" he asked, immediately ready to fight. "What is it?"

"He's here," she told him. "He's here, I can feel him- why can I feel him?"

"Take a deep breath," M.P Regulus coached, unable to bear the complete terror in her eyes. She met his and did as he said, trying to calm down. "Who is here?"

"Dolohov."

And boy, did that change the mood of the room.

Some were terrified, some were confused, and some were angry. There were differing levels of understanding, but one thing that was clear was that no one was happy with the news.

"You can… feel him?" Mia whispered, stepping closer to her alternate self. Adelaide nodded quietly.

"Why?" Alexia asked her, also moving closer. "What did he do? Was it-,"

"It was a curse," Adelaide whispered. "He cursed me… he's here. Close."

"Where?" C.B Sirius asked her, eyeing Cassiopeia, who had also begun to move over to Adelaide.

While all the Order members had left to find whoever had trespassed on Potter property, Hermione had an answer for that.

"There's a prisoner in the basement," she told them. "They told us not to go down there, but Fred and George figured it out when they came over."

"It feels… weird," Adelaide told her friends. "Something is… off… he doesn't have his wand?"

"I feel like he probably won't be a prisoner if he did," H.G Ron said, rolling his eyes at her.

"Let me," Cassiopeia said, eyeing H.G Harry. "I need the wards."

"Uh… okay?"

"You need to tell your magic I can use them," she explained patiently. He closed his eyes and despite looking quite frustrated, she felt the full power of Grimmauld Place's wards shifted to her. With a small nod, she turned and focused every ward in the house - excluding the outer wards keeping Grimmauld Place invisible - on the door. It created such a thickly concentrated layer of magic that it became visible and actually pushed A.S Fabian away from the door a little.

"Holy shit," A.S Fabian cursed, stepping away quickly. "That hurts."

"The majority of these wards are actually dark magic," she told them, relaxing. "I knew you were there, so I was waiting for you to move before I fully set the wards there. They'd have killed you if you touched it and they'll kill Dolohov if he tries to leave the basement."

"...Merlin."

"Perhaps we should talk," M.P Regulus said gently. Adelaide met his gaze again and nodded quietly. "You are bonded with my other self?"

"I am," she confirmed. Cassiopeia made a face at her but said nothing. "We've recently gotten married, too."

"You bonded before courting?" A.P Regulus asked in surprise.

"It was a long story," she admitted. "Draco accidentally hit me with a really bad dark curse and it was either him or Sirius that could heal it, and apparently Sirius isn't good under pressure."

"I am fine under pressure!" C.B Sirius exclaimed. C.B Regulus and Cassiopeia stared at him. "Wow, I'm not feeling very supported here. I healed your leg under pressure!"

"The only threat that night was Dementors and you clearly weren't afraid of them," she scoffed.

"Can we get back to Dolohov?" Hermione called, looking to her other selves. All of them tensed and her gut clenched. "What did he do that's so bad?"

"He killed me."

Everyone looked at Mia.

"What?" A.P Harry asked.

"Yep," she nodded tightly. "I was captured during a raid after Regulus and I…" she shook her head. It was still a sore spot for all involved, which happened to be both of the boys that had been pulled with her. "It doesn't matter. I was captured by Dolohov and Rabastan and taken to Voldemort, who tortured me-,"

"Me too," Adelaide called before pausing. "Sort of."

"And me," Alexia said quietly, certain that her torture from Dolohov during the war was because of Voldemort.

"Me too," Cassiopeia muttered, glancing at C.B Regulus.

"And then he gave me to Dolohov so he could kill me. And he did."

It was H.G Ron that spoke up. "But how are you here then?"

"That blood bond," Hermione said, gathering their attention again. "Sirius brought you back?"

"He did," Mia nodded approvingly. "I made it so I could bring him back, but it went both ways, so when Regulus nearly died and they knew I'd died, he went to the ministry and brought me back."

"Well, why did he nearly die?" H.G Ron questioned her.

"Because we're bonded," she said, rolling her eyes. "Our cores are bonded. Which means that when I die, it tears up our bond. It was so painful for him because our bond is so strong, and it nearly killed him. Also, the Sectumsempra didn't help."

"What?" H.G Harry asked sharply, his eyes moving to M.P Regulus.

"In the end," Regulus said slowly. The subject was painful for him to remember, something no one would blame him for. "Dolohov decided to use Sectumsempra to kill her because he'd tried using it before and she survived."

"Probably got a good amount of blood on those books though," Mia muttered, trying to make light of the traumas in her life because, really, how else was she going to cope?

"Like a healthy person, if you listen to me."

"Oh my god," Mia glared, throwing her head back. "As if this isn't all confusing enough."

"Deep breath," M.P Regulus coached her, grabbing her hand. She took it gratefully and closed her eyes.

"Oh, I haven't seen me look like that in so long," Mia's core said to Hermione, who looked like she had a very big headache.

H.G Harry got up from his seat quietly and made his way over to C.B Sirius, who was watching the commotion, bemused. "Sirius?"

"What's up, Pup?" he asked before pausing. "Alternate Pup, I guess."

H.G Harry was unsure how to phrase his words so instead, he threw himself into C.B Sirius's arms again and hugged him tight. C.B Sirius hugged back, looking to Hermione and H.G Ron to help him understand.

"You died six months ago," Hermione said gently.

"Oh," he breathed, rubbing H.G Harry's back and suddenly feeling very, very bad. He knew there was nothing he could say to make up for the loss, but he decided firmly to take H.G Harry aside and share whatever bullshit wisdom he could come up with before leaving.

"We're back," a voice called, opening the front door. It was Bill and Charlie who walked quietly through the hall, entering the kitchen nervously. "We've got some more- Uncle Fabian?"

"Hey, kid," C.B Fabian smiled at Bill and Charlie's confused looks.

"Shit," Charlie said, throwing his head back.

"I'm Adelaide," the girl introduced. "Clearly, you know Fab, and this is Avery. Also, Harry, I guess."

"Wow, thanks."

"Yes, well," Charlie grinned at the room. He couldn't get over how ridiculous this was. "We present you even more!"

They opened the door again and H.H Harry, H.H Hermione, and H.H Ron entered together, looking very confused.

A few people groaned at the sight.

"What's so different about them?" H.G Harry asked from next to Sirius.

"I don't know, what's different about you?" his other self shot back.

"Harry here was raised by his parents."

Every other Harry deflated a little.

"This just got depressing," Mia muttered, gathering a few stares.

"Because you dying and bloody Dolohov wasn't?" H.G Ron asked her. She shrugged.

"Fair point. That fuckin sucked."

"I have an idea!" Charlie declared with a goofy grin.

"We're going to color code you," Bill laughed with his brother. "Each Hermione - because there's the biggest variation of you - pick a color and charm you and your friends' clothes that color."

The next few minutes were, to everyone's amusement, spent fighting over colors and charming their clothes. In the end, they'd managed to settle on colors.

Alexia's group was pink, Adelaide's was green, Mia's was purple, Cassiopeia's was black, Hermione's was gold, and H.H Hermione's was blue.

It didn't do much to cut down on the confusion if they were being honest.

"I'm just saying," Mia huffed, crossing her arms as she spoke with Alexia, whose hand was slowly sneaking down her dress toward her daggers. "There were other options!"

"I did what I could in a short time!" Alexia snapped back, slipping straight back into their argument. "And what you did fucked you up!"

"Alexia," A.P Regulus said sharply, grabbing her by her wrists before she could get her daggers. "You are not stabbing your alternate self."

Alexia glanced down in surprise. "Oh."

The uneasy feeling was still bothering Adelaide and she looked away from the argument and over at Bill and Charlie, the only members of the Order to return so far. "Hey, guys?"

Bill glanced at her green shirt before looking back at her. "Yeah, Adelaide?"

"Why is Dolohov here? Can he like… be moved?"

Charlie shrugged. "He was caught doing something or the other. He's here for questioning. That's what the Order meeting was for, actually, to decide if it was a good idea to move him or if we need him still."

"I can kill him if you'd like," C.B Sirius offered. It sounded like a joke, but more than a few in the room knew it wasn't and more than a few in the room were open to the suggestion.

"No, thanks," Bill let out an uneasy laugh before looking back to Adelaide's frightened face. "What's wrong?"

"Bad history," Mia offered. "He killed me once."

"He's in my head," Adelaide said softly. "It hurts enough that I can't feel my Regulus, but now it's like he's… trying to take over."

"Idea," A.S Fabian said suddenly, looking to her. "Make one of those nifty hair things and send us back."

She made a face at him. "I was gone for months trying to perfect it and I only ever managed to do it with Alphard and Aberforth's help. I got Imperiused for it, remember?"

"I know how to throw that off," Hermione called, not to brag but rather ask why she couldn't.

"Yes, as do I," she replied, shivering. "But it was Dolohov who…" she shook her head. "It was the bond he forced."

"I'm not sure what we can do about him," Bill admitted. "There's nowhere else we can put him."

"But there's somewhere else we can go," Alexia said with a sigh.

"Where's that?"

"Potter Manor."

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There had been a sharp argument between Alexia and Mia once more as they tried to decide who would open up the wards. H.G Harry was an option, of course, and there were plenty of him but he was being tracked by a plethora of people and if he stepped outside wards, it could be dangerous.

But no one knew Alexia or Mia.

In the end, they'd snapped at each other until C.B Sirius had dragged them both out of the house and apparated them there.

Once they landed, Alexia smacked his arm and Mia glared daggers at him.

"Merlin, you two do not get along," C.B Sirius laughed. "You need two people with recognized Potter magic to open the wards. Three is better."

Without speaking, Alexia reached down and grabbed her daggers. She handed one to C.B Sirius and used the other to roll up her sleeve and slice her arm open, shoving it into the wards.

"Merlin," C.B Sirius muttered as he did the same. "We found out Cassie was adopted by opening up Potter Manor, you know. She stuck her arm into the wards, because she was supposed to be a Potter, and they tried to kill her."

"Very comforting to tell us while our arms are being held captive by the damn wards," Mia muttered, making a face at him.

All three sighed in relief when the wards fell moments later, revealing the beautiful and well kept Potter Manor. "Well, it's as beautiful here as it is in my universe. I wonder why Sirius - the other Sirius, I guess, from this universe - never took Harry to open it," Mia said.

C.B Sirius shrugged. "I took them here as soon as I was able."

Alexia didn't respond to their conversation and only walked ahead, tense as she made her way into Potter Manor without them.

"I can't imagine just… losing my memories of my time in the past," Mia told C.B Sirius. "I can't imagine… being stuck there and not knowing."

"I can't imagine Cassie spending more than three days in the past," C.B Sirius replied tiredly. "How long were you there?"

"Ah… less than a year," she replied with a shrug. "But she and Regulus said she's been there for like six years."

"Shit."

Mia sighed and walked ahead. As much as Alexia got on her nerves, she felt bad for the girl, too. When she reached the now open front door, she caught sight of a Potter elf, Mipsy, glaring deeply at Alexia and waving a lamp at her wildly.

"-different universe, Mipsy," Alexia was saying tiredly. "I know you don't recognize us now, but we have Potter magic and have been adopted by them. Please, put the lamp down."

"Mipsy," Sirius called, hoping she'd recognize him. "Hey there. That's my friend. Can you not threaten her, please?"

"Master Sirius!" Mipsy cried, throwing the lamp away and jumping at the man to hug him. Mia rolled her eyes and walked over to the greeting room and switched on the floo while Alexia sent a Patronus over to Grimmauld Place asking them all to come over now.

"Hey, Mipsy, we've got a lot of friends coming over in a second. Can you set up tables and chairs and some snacks in the ballroom for us?"

"Mipsy be doing that now!" the elf confirmed happily and popped away to tell the other elves to get it done quick.

"Merlin, that elf is scary in any universe," Mia muttered, remembering how the elf had bullied her into letting her do things for her.

"She spies on us, too," Alexia said softly, remembering some piece of a memory. "At the ball, I think."

"You guys have balls, too?" Mia wondered curiously. "It didn't go well for me."

Alexia shook her head. "The curse Dolohov hit me with, he cast it at the second ball I was there for."

"Yeah, what's up with that? Why'd he attack you guys exactly? Why's he hate you?"

"Uh, he slapped my ass so I slapped his face," Mia offered. "Oh, and I stunned and hexed him and Rabastan when they tried to attack Mary. He's hated me ever since."

"I was told that I helped Regulus dose him with a babbling beverage," Alexia said with a small sigh. "And I got detention for it despite the fact that it shouldn't have been tracked back to me. He shoved me down some stairs for it. The next time I saw him was at the ball, I think."

"Why're you frowning like that?" C.B Sirius wondered, poking her head. She swatted his hand away, rolling her eyes.

"Some of my memories are… close to being loose, and sometimes they just fall loose if I try hard enough. Alphard told me not to worry about it and that we'll get to it in our sessions, but clearly it's become a bit more important. I've been remembering a lot about Dolohov since we got here."

"You have?"

Alexia jumped in surprise at the sight of A.P Regulus wandering into the room behind Mipsy. "I vaguely remember him tossing me off a balcony?"

"What?"

She winced. "So I didn't tell you about that?" At his stare, she shrugged. "I think he was trying to save me? Someone had their wand pointed at me. I just bounced when I hit the ground, too."

"Oh, Merlin," he breathed as he reached her side. Mia had rushed away, likely to find her friends. "That was a prank you pulled with our brothers and your friends. The entire castle and some of the grounds turned into a sort of trampoline."

"It looks like we're all here," Charlie called when the last group - the golden trio - entered the room. "This place is fuckin cool, by the way. Who needs a ballroom?"

"The Potters threw balls every year," Adelaide explained. "New Years' Balls. I, for one, fucking hate this room."

"I'm so glad to hear we all suffer in such similar ways," Mia called bitterly.

"What will the Order think when we're not all there?" Alexia wondered, asking Bill. The man looked to her and shrugged.

"I left a note."

Mia's lips twitched. "Your mum is going to kill you."

"Probably."

"Mipsy be done!" the elf said, popping in to tell C.B Sirius. "Mipsy also color coded the tables like you asked!"

"Right, thank you. I think that'll be all for now," C.B Sirius said, smiling down at the giddy elf. When she popped out again, everyone looked to him, and he threw his hands up. "No, I think someone else should do this. Bill and Charlie. They haven't been zapped to the wrong universe."

"Can do," Bill agreed easily, used to often being in charge as a curse breaker. Charlie was not, as he was still working hard to progress in his job. Quickly, everyone moved to the other side of the ballroom where the tables were placed and took their seats.

"Okay," Bill called. "So, here's what we know." He pointed at the nearest table to him, which was pink. "You left 1998 immediately when the war ended, sent back in time by Snape, and you were pulled out of your time in the 70s to come here, along with Regulus. Harry and Ron were in their correct time in 1998."

"Right," Harry agreed, glancing at Alexia. "Right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"And you," Charlie said, pointing to the green table. "Got sent back in time by… what was it?"

"A prank," she scowled. "From your idiot brothers, on Harry's birthday."

"Right," Charlie said, his lips twitching in laughter. "And you became a Snape, lived your life there, and returned to the future with Regulus and… anyone else?"

"Yes. Your uncles, Fabian and Gideon, and my Avery."

"Wow," Mia said. "That's pretty close to who I brought back, too."

"Draco was also in the past with me," Adelaide added. She hadn't spoken much about her life, still unsettled by Dolohov in her mind. It was better now that they'd left Grimmauld Place, something she could only be thankful for. "But he left before I did because the war was too much for him to go through again."

"Anything else?"

She shrugged. How could she know what was different? "Don't think so."

Bill turned to the red table, moving on. "And you grew up with your parents and have a little sister, and Regulus destroyed the horcruxes and your parents killed Voldemort?"

"Yep," Harry nodded. He was clearly the happier and more sheltered version of the boy, compared to all the others in the room who looked just… extremely angsty.

"You grew up a Potter and… didn't explain much else," Charlie shrugged, pointing at the black table. "What happened there?"

"Cassie got into politics immediately," C.B Harry rolled his eyes.

"Lord Greengrass and I worked on getting the Potter House back because Dumbledore was controlling it and he's…" Cassiopeia shook her head. "Third year, I found Sirius and we got him pardoned. He got custody of Harry and then me after we figured out who I was. During a Wizengamot session, I took a walk because those people fight a lot and it's exhausting. Long story short, I ended up in the Veil room, Dolohov followed me, we fought, and I fell into the Veil and landed in 1979. I decided to find Regulus and… Voldemort, upon realizing who I am despite being glamoured, made Reg torture me for a few days. Dolohov hurt me pretty bad… during those days while Regulus was gone. Eventually, I threw off the glamour, Reg recognized me, and we got back to the future. Voldemort just really wants all three of us dead now."

"Well, shit," Charlie blinked a few times. "Damn."

"Yeah, that's sort of how we feel about it, too."

"And you," Bill pointed at the purple table. "Got… I don't actually know. What happened to you?"

"After Malfoy Manor," Mia said softly. "I was finally allowed to-,"

"Hold on, what's Malfoy Manor?" Charlie asked her. She shot him a dark glare, as well as Adelaide, who had also gone through it. "Sorry, we just need to know everything."

"Fine," she scowled, Regulus tracing patterns on her hand to help her calm down. "It was war. We were captured by Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor to be questioned and turned over to Voldemort, but Bellatrix saw something that a Snatcher - special Death Eaters for capturing people - holding something from my bag and decided to torture me, without a break, for hours on end. I almost died."

"Oh my god," Alexia breathed, glancing to A.P Harry. "Did that… is that what happened to me? When Dolohov tortured me?"

"Yeah," he confirmed with a wince. "Sorry."

"Is that going to happen to me?" Hermione asked softly.

"It might," Adelaide admitted. "It happened to all of us."

Hermione didn't respond and only paled.

"What sent you to the past?" Bill asked, trying to gently put them back on track.

"When you finally let me go downstairs after about a week or so of taking care of me," she said, remembering how serious he'd been about keeping her in bed. "I was sitting next to Fred, who was visiting. He and Harry were playing exploding snap, and I think he lost. We're still not… exactly sure what happened there, he won't really tell me, but I'm fairly certain it was completely his fault. He grabbed onto me and it blew up as it does, and it broke the time turner around my neck and sent us both to 1976. We were taken in by the Potters and stayed there with some difficulties-,"

M.P Regulus snorted indelicately.

"-until we finally managed to finish the spell I was using to make sort of timekeys, which are like portkeys but that also move you through time, and that's why my eyes are golden."

Bill stared at her. "Regulus seems to think you're leaving things out."

She shot her boyfriend a glare and then turned it on Bill. "You haven't asked any of them how they suffered in the past, why should you ask me?"

"It might be important to see the differences and similarities between the universes."

She had to admit he had a point.

"Fine. Dolohov was obsessed with me. He tried to slap my ass, so I slapped him, and he did not like that. I came up with - or actually, Fred did, sort of. I give credit to him because I was too thick to realize it could help us too - it was a way to get us and anyone else we could save to the future by using a very difficult method to move sands of time to rings and turn them into timekeys. Thus the eyes. I really do not suggest it. I set a few things on fire while doing that."

"She almost set me on fire," M.P Avery added, remembering the one time he'd come to observe and had promptly left under threat of turning into a pile of ashes.

"The Horcrux thing," Alexia realized, prompting Mia to nod, though she rolled her eyes at the other girl.

"Then it was found out that I'm a Legendary - super strong, has to fight lots of Dark Lords - after Bellatrix fuckin tortured me in a goddamn bookstore. Later, Reg and I had a fight and I was angry so I got rid of how he could track me and went to Diagon Alley. There was a raid, so I started fighting and called for backup, but during the raid, I was captured by Dolohov and Rabastan and taken to Voldemort, who had been looking for me, and killed."

"Why was he looking for you?"

She made a face. "Because I was absolute shit at keeping my secret a secret. One of my Death Eaters, Dodd, recognized the signs of working with the sands of time because his father had done it, and he told me to be careful. Then Voldemort looked into his head without warning and found out what I was doing. I resisted him as long as I could, but…" she shivered as her breath hitched. "In the end he just had me killed. Sirius brought me back with our blood bond. I tried to hex him, I finished the rings, the end."

"She also killed Voldemort," M.P Regulus added.

There was silence for a second.

"Well, fuck, I haven't done that," Adelaide said with a small laugh.

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