"How would I know?"

Harry growled and began clenching his hands. "But you just said that it's common fucking knowledge!"

Regulus raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. "Yes. It is common knowledge that his name is Lord Voldemort. It is common knowledge that his followers are called Death Eaters."

"Do try to keep up… But then again, I'm not surprised seeing as you're a Potter. They have been known to be quite slow in the head," Walburga interjected unhelpfully.

Harry gnashed his teeth and tried to calm down. "Can you at least describe his appearance?" he gritted out, glaring at Regulus who looked confused.

Said man shrugged. "He's tall with long, black, greasy hair. His nose is big and his eyes are black. His robes are always black and he's not that good looking."

"Which fucking school did you attend?! Only children can give such a description that fits with almost everyone!" Harry stomped his foot and began banging on the wall closest to him. "Maybe I should just use fucking Legilimency on you!"

"Well sorry that I can't be of much help," Regulus retorted, obviously offended.

Walburga huffed and tsked at them. "He's brilliant at Potions, a Master of the craft some might say. He strikes a very imposing figure. His eyes are as black and soulless as a Dementor's robe and his nose is rather beak like. It is as if it had been broken multiple times. Whenever he speaks, he drawls and he has created many many spells in his time. Hi-"

"Wait!" Harry interrupted unapologetically. "Is it Snape?! Severus Snape is the Dark Lord?!"

"Who is that?"

Walburga sighed. "No, child." She then turned to look at Regulus. "He's referring to the Prince boy. Eileen's first child. The one who is a Potions Master."

Harry balked. Just where the fuck has he landed?!

"... His brother Tobias on the other hand," she continued. "He's more likely to be a Dark Lord than anything. And I wouldn't even be surprised if he is."

"Now that you mention it, it could be him," Regulus muttered. "I don't remember Severus Snape too well because he had been sorted into Slytherin while I went to Ravenclaw. I didn't even know he had a brother."

Regulus had been sorted into Ravenclaw?

Snape had a brother?!

A shudder wracked Harry's form. "You know what? I don't even care anymore. Walburga just explain to Regulus how he ended up as a House Elf."

"I beg your pardon?!" He exclaimed, as if just now realising that they were talking about him.

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After earning Harry's ire, Walburga finally divulged information to both him and Regulus and he wasn't even surprised.

Everything concerning Regulus from his previous life happened the same except him being cursed by the Dark Lord so that he could be a proper and willing servant.

And if you really thought about it, it really was a fitting punishment. The traitor being bonded with a House Elf whose Loyalties were never questionable.

That Dark Lord had a sick sense of humor and it was the reason why Harry couldn't imagine Snape or anyone in his direct line of family being the Dark Lord.

Many Wizards had such descriptions and he doubted that he would be able to narrow it down until he met the man in person.

Harry wasn't that curious yet.

Yet.

"So now that that's over with, I'll be taking my leave. I have much better things to do."

"And what about my Elf, Potter?" Walburga asked tersely, sneering at him while Regulus looked down at the still unconscious Elf in worry.

"Yeah. He's my personal Elf. You can't just leave him like this."

Harry groaned and sat down on the floor, wincing minutely at the pain which shot up his back. "I don't know! I never learned the spell to reverse the one I casted."

"Well you better try or you're gifting me with a new Elf," Walburga replied, grinning broadly at him, scaring him half to death. "Elves are rather expensive, child."

"But I don't want another Elf." Regulus refuted immediately. "Kreacher is mine so you have to heal him."

"Do be quiet, Regulus. Kreacher is due to expire any day now and not to mention, he's been passed down through several Generations. It's about time that we procured a new one. It seems fair, no?"

"You're quite right about that!" Harry argued back. "I just helped your son and now you want me to buy you an Elf?! I am an Orphan, where would I get the money?"

Both Walburga and Regulus eyed him up. "By the way you dress, you don't appear to be hurting from money. Not to mention, the only way you would've been allowed here is if you had taken an Inheritance test and had accepted the Lordship Ring. And as I and my brother have been indisposed, you may have been the closest Heir."

Wait. Had he accepted the Black Lordship Ring? He didn't even remember.

"Just great." He fell back on the floor. His eyes stayed glued to the ceiling. "I fucking regret coming here. My life would've been way simpler. Not to mention, since you're alive, shouldn't the Lordship revert back to you? And what about Draco? Shouldn't he be next in line?"

"And as uncouth as you are, I'm quite happy that you came seeing as you freed my son."

Regulus released a strangled noise. "Yes. I extend my gratitude, Potter… Say, do you perhaps know if my little Luna and my husband Xeno are fairing alright? And Draconis is the Malfoy Heir so no, he's not next in Line unless no one else is available."

Harry shot up in alarm. "Luna Lovegood is your daughter?!"

Was he the reason why Luna hadn't wanted him to go back and save her mother, Pandora? Had she known that this world would be different than the one he came from?

It no longer existed but still…

Well… There was the saying that when you messed with Time then every single thing will be affected.

"Hmm… Lovegood, you say? My Xeno hasn't carried that name for years, so I'm a bit surprised that he gave it to our daughter. But then again, he always said that Black didn't fit with the name Luna… He always wanted to name our first child if a girl, Luna," he sighed wistfully, lost in his memories.

Harry eyed him up and moved back a couple paces in case he sprouted a hard-on. So Xenophilius was married to Regulus Black and they had Luna while Cygnus Black was married to Lucius and had Draco.

Narcissa Black was married to Percival Parkinson and they had Pansy. Sirius Black is dead and Snape had a twin brother Tobias who was more than likely the Dark Lord.

Tom Riddle Jr was his Uncle and his Mother was Tom's sister.

If so, then where was Remus as Pettigrew was the Right hand man of the current Dark Lord?

This world left his head spinning but what did he expect? Ragnarok had already mentioned that it would be different.

And it seemed like everyone had different parents this time around. And if so, then He couldn't justifiably have revenge on them. Dumbledore was guilty in any lifetime but everyone else was different.

Ron may be a jealous prat but Harry didn't know this version to justify ruining his life.

Hermione may be a know-it-all, but he also couldn't justify ruining her life as she may be different than the one in his previous life.

He need to head back to the figurative drawing board.

Unless they personally did something to him, he wouldn't bother with them anymore.

Dumbledore was guilty so he would direct his energy at the old man unless someone else interfered.

"So Regulus?" he broke through the man's trip down memory lane, eying him up speculatively. "Update me a bit. What is your opinion of Molly and Arthur Weasleys?"

Walburga immediately sneered and Regulus frowned. "I don't know. I've never interacted much with them. Although, I did hear that their eldest son, William, was it? He had gotten married to some kind of creature."

Fleur?!

But wait… Bill hadn't met Fleur yet… At least he didn't think so.

Walburga picked up where Regulus left off. "That conniving Witch Molly Prewett is utterly despicable. It is well known that she had tricked that Weasley fool into marrying her. Getting pregnant to trap a man is unbecoming. It's no wonder that they're labelled as Blood Traitors seeing that she had aborted all her babies with previous partners before marrying Weasley."

So was that really why they are called Blood Traitors? Harry had thought that it was because Arthur loved everything Muggle.

Hmmm…

But besides that, Walburga really was proving to be the typical gossiping Pureblooded Wife.

How she knew that was anyone's guess but Harry wasn't interested in hearing any more. So he redirected the conversation. "So where are you headed now, Regulus? If the Dark Lord knows that you're free, he might come after you."

"He had caught me unawares the first time with the aid of my bitch of a cousin, Bellatrix."

Walburga huffed. "To think that a member of the Black Line would betray family for anyone is simply embarrassing. Bellatrix has already been disowned, so there's no use entertaining thoughts of her any longer."

Sirius had been the one blasted off the Family Tree, but he hadn't been disowned. Hmm… Walburga really was talkative.

"So… Is Bellatrix married?" he really wanted to know because he had the nasty inkling that the Hocruxes of this current Dark Lord were way different than the ones Tom had.

Regulus snorted, scandalising Walburga who sent him a chiding look. "Who would be crazy enough to marry her?" He then turned to Walburga. "Hadn't she killed her last husband, Mother? What was his name again?"

"Lestrange. But he knew exactly what he was getting himself into. Bellatrix isn't exactly the poster child of sanity."

Harry hummed. So Bellatrix had killed Rodolphus. "Does that mean that she is a Death eater?"

"We just said that she helped the Dark Lord curse my Regulus. Do keep up, child."

"So you did…" There was one last thing he was curious about. "And what about the Longbottoms?"

"You're awfully aware of Wizarding people for having lived in the Muggle world," Walburga commented lowly, eying him in suspicion. "But if you must know, Alice and Frank Longbottom currently occupy the Janus Thickey ward at . I believe supporters of the Dark Lord had tortured them into insanity."

"Don't they have a son, Potter's age?" Regulus chimed in.

"Yes, they do. I believe his name is Neville. He had lived with his uncle Algie when his Grandmother Augusta had passed some years ago. But last I heard, the man was currently in Azkaban prison for knowingly endangering and abusing the poor child. And if rumours are to be believed, he currently resides with the Bones family. Amelia was always more of a Maternal figure than her brother's wife, so it is no wonder that she's also taking care of her niece, Susan."

"I heard that it was Amelia who sentenced Algie Longbottom." Regulus was look speculative. "But I might be wrong."

"No, you are indeed correct."

Well at least Neville had gotten his happy ending when concerning his uncle… Pity about his parents though.

And thinking of. "Can't his parents be healed?"

Here, Walburga snorted again, shocking them both. "Child, what Dark Magic wroughts, only Dark Magic can heal and there's no way that any Healer at would allow Dark Magic anywhere near their patients even if it would heal them. Also forgetting that it was Dark Magic in the first place that gave them said patients."

Harry hummed thoughtfully. "Well can you blame them?"

Regulus answered this time. "Actually, yes we can. Centuries ago, Dark Magic was used more for Healing, Light for Offense and Neutral Magic for Defense. And I believe it was when the first Dark Lord rose that they began creating defensive and offensive spells for Dark Magic which had been known as Healing Magic back then. All Healers know the history but are afraid to use it for fear of ending up in Azkaban. It also doesn't help that we have Rufus Scrimgeour as our Minister."

Scrimgeour? That was… different. But so was the thought that Dark Magic was originally used for Healing. "And what about Fudge?"

"Fudge? Which one? Dedalus or Cornelius? Because I can tell you right now that they're both in Azkaban for embezzlement and accepting bribes."

Typical.

"So moving onto other matters. Can you try to heal my Elf? I need to go see my Xeno and Luna before looking for Cygnus."

Harry shrugged. "I really don't know but I'll try."

He got up off the floor and approached Regulus where he had been standing in front of Kreacher as if Harry was going to finish the Elf off.

Regulus sent him a pointed look before stepping aside.

Snorting lowly, he pulled the Elder Wand from his back pocket - stupid placement - and pointed it at Kreacher.

He really needed to glamour the damn thing and he keeps forgetting. Not to mention, he still keeps forgetting to get an Owl and his Potions equipment.

He was so scatterbrained sometimes.

"Okay, here goes nothing," he murmured lowly.

He waved the Wand and thought about the changes he wanted to occur. He thought of how he wanted to reversal his Permanent Portrait Sleep spell and to his amazement, his Magic seamlessly flowed out of the Wand and encased Kreacher's slumbering form, lifting the not so ugly and wrinkly Elf in the air.

Regulus' eyes widened minutely and a smile was threatening to bloom on his face as Kreacher's body twitched.

"Is it working?"

"I don't know." Harry shrugged and watched in stunned amazement as the Elf's body began convulsing before his Magic strengthened unexpectedly, slamming the Elf's body against the wall next to Walburga's portrait, a blast of green light encompassing the room before dimming just as quickly.

"What in Merlin's bloody balls was that? It almost blinded me!" Regulus rubbed at his eyes, blinking quickly to try and remove the spots from his vision.

Harry's vision went totally white and he couldn't see anything. "Fuck! Did I blind myself because I can't see shit."

"Stupid,idiotic child! Try procuring a wand that you can actually use!" Walburga screeched in anger. "Now look at what you've done! You better get my Regulus a new Elf!"

He groaned and rubbed at his eyes with his fist in an effort to help his eyes to focus as it finally began focusing.

And when it did, he sighed in disappointment. "Drat."

"I have never in my life seen a portrait of a House Elf! You useless, Half-blood! Can't you do anything properly?!"

And just as Walburga said, there was a portrait adjacent to her with a dozing Kreacher inside. How the Elf hadn't awoken was anyone's guess.

"I did help your son, you know," he muttered lowly, wincing noticeably when Walburga immediately fired off a cutting retort.

"Mother, do calm down. You're making an issue of something miniscule. On the bright side, Kreacher isn't dead."

Walburga turned her attention to Regulus. "Oh really? You're forgetting that now, he's completely useless! What use would we have for a House Elf in a portrait?! Take it away from me this instant!"

Harry groaned and waved his wand at Walburga, hoping that it would blow her up instead of silencing her.

Tough luck because when he checked, she was making inaudible noises.

"Why have you silenced my Mother?"

"Because she's annoying and I'm developing a headache," he immediately retorted, massaging his temple pointedly.

Surprisingly, Regulus didn't rush to defend his Mother's honour. He simply nodded and looked back at portrait of Kreacher. "Do you mind removing it from the wall for me please? I have no idea where my wand is and my Magic is still replenishing itself."

Harry nodded and with a flick of the wand, he floated the portrait off of the wall and into Regulus' hands.

"If that's all, I need to go and visit my other properties." He should might as well mark the Black properties off the list since Regulus was alive along with his… twin brother. That was still so damn weird.

Regulus looked thoughtful then waved him away. "No, thank you. All I require is for you to remove the silencing spell on my Mother."

Harry sighed and grudgingly undid his spell, scowling when Walburga began screeching at him for disrespecting her.

"How dare you silence me as If I'm some disgusting Muggle!"

And she continued in that sequence until Harry sent one last nod to Regulus before activating the Portkey.

This day was already turning out to be a major pain in the arse and just because of that, he wasn't even going to any of the other Black properties.

'Travel.'

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It took a while but Harry had finally visited the other properties except for the Black ones which he would be returning to Ragnarok when he got back to the bank.

Even though he had done the Inheritance test, it was not as if he is a direct descendant of the Black's and since Regulus was alive, he would probably regain control and instead of going through a hassle, Harry was just gonna return everything.

And now that he knows that Sirius is dead, who was his Godfather? And did he even have one?

He needed to read his Parents' Will if they ever wrote one to see who was what to him.

This world was way different that what he expected and when the envisioned that he wanted to return to his 11 year old self, he probably should've been more specific. So now he was in an alternate universe with some aspects from his old world being the same.

Trust him to make that sort of mistake.

He sighed and used the last portkey. There was no use beating himself over it now. It has already happened, so now he would just have to live with it.

So arriving at the Peverell Ancestral home, he wasn't that surprised to see the shape that it was in. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin Manor surprisingly looked much better than it.

And thinking if, how was he still given the Slytherin Lordship if Tom was his uncle and he hadn't receive it by right of conquest?

It honestly seemed as if everything he was bequeathed back in his old world passed over to this one. That would explain why he still had access to the Black homes even if he hadn't remembered accepting any Lordship rings during his Inheritance test.

This world was beginning to get so fucking confusing.