"Be all my sins remember'd"

15 Years Later

"My prince." The wizard bowed his head slightly as he left the room.

"Thank you, Stevens," Harry told him, before turning his gaze to Fia as the door closed.

"What?" he asked as soon as the door clicked shut, jokingly suspicious.

"Nothing." She grinned, a sparkle in her eyes. "... My prince."

"Oh, lay off," Harry told her with a laugh. The light from the setting afternoon sun shone through the windows that opened out onto the rolling hills of Scotland. "How was it?"

Fia sighed happily. "Gorgeous," she said dreamily, her eyes slightly closing in memory of the islands. "It was... perfect."

"I'm glad." His tone turned serious. "Not too much trouble coming back?"

"Eh." Fia shrugged, exasperation creeping into her voice. "It wasn't... it just upsets her, you know."

"I'll talk to Neville," he promised. "They should have -"

"The Vigilies couldn't have done anything," Fia said in quiet resignation. "Ginny and I knew it was a risk to leave the country, they've tried to contact her before - and it was amazing of you to set it up," she added. "Seriously. It's not worth worrying over."

Harry took a deep breath, biting down his annoyance at the Order. "Where's Ginny now?"

"Oh, she wanted to go see the twins when we got back. Have you seen their new shop?"

"No," Harry admitted. "Though I did read that piece in The Oracle while you were away. They didn't seem as pissed off as The Prophet."

"Pansy's just upset because the twins tested out one of their products on her," Fia said with a sniff. "Speaking of, how's the Academy coming along?"

Harry gestured to the plans his assistant had left on his desk. "Take a look for yourself," he told her with a smile.

Fia walked over, glancing over Harry's shoulder as he began to point out the new details to her. "We're expanding the girls' dormitories here and here... and the new observatory's going to go up here."

The younger witch grinned. "Expanding already?"

"We're going to announce it soon," Harry told her. "With the families moving over from the continent, the castle just couldn't fit all of them... Hogwarts is almost out of space too, but the parents seem to prefer the day system." he added thoughtfully. "We'll have to expand the elementary programs, of course, though we were going to do that anyways."

"You're always up to something exciting," Fia teased him, stepping back as Harry rose up out of his seat.

"Oh please," Harry told her, pulling on his formal robes. "Don't tell me you're bored with The Oracle already. Even father told me what a good job he thinks you're doing." He held the door open for her as they made their way out of his office and down towards the courtyard of the castle.

Fia rolled her eyes. "I just wish the elections were over already," she said ruefully. "I mean, I know I can't campaign for Hermione, but everyone knows she'd be superb."

"She'll win," Harry said confidently. "I know she's upset about the whole Mr. Lestrange thing -"

"Viktor was actually quite proud, you know," Fia said thoughtfully.

Harry laughed. "He should be. Anyways, it's just a few more weeks. And with Blaise running her campaign, she'll be fine."

"Is the Dark Lord going to endorse one of them?" Fia lowered her voice as they came to the first floor landing, aware of the growing crowds waiting around for the announcement.

"No," Harry told her quietly, eying the waiting wizards and witches who watched the Dark Prince and Fia Black for any tidbit of information they could glean. For all of his attempts, he still couldn't get rid of that ridiculous nickname. "Separation of the state, and all that, especially with her being from one of the Inner Circle families."

"Of course." Fia's tone was emotionless, but he didn't take offense. "My prince."

"Lady Black."

But as she curtsied, he saw the twinkle in her eye. You'll be magnificent up there, Harry. I know my father is proud.

Harry cocked an eyebrow in response, but Fia left for her seat in the courtyard before he could say anything else.

The hall fell silent, and Harry felt the familiar presence of his father enter the hall.

"My Lord." Those waiting rushed to bow, and he let them, turning slowly to face his father.

Ah. So Fia has returned safely.

Of course. Harry bowed his head slightly, the only one privileged to do so.

Longbottom reported the Order was some trouble. The Dark Lord made his way to his son slowly, allowing some of those waiting to ask for their favors.

Some. A calm rage grew in him as he began to make plans in his mind for the Vigilies to hunt the last remnants of Dumbledore's followers down. They're like rats, always finding a new hole to crawl into. Peddling their usual tale of Ginny being held hostage... amongst other lies.

We will eradicate them. And, my son, you will lead the charge, his father promised. "My son." Like always, those listening in were disappointed. Rumors still spread over the name of the Dark Lord's son, and where he had been before the war's could feel his father's amusement at his thoughts over their connection. I could give them something to talk about, if you wish.

They'll talk enough when they hear of the proposal. "Father."

"Let us go," the Dark Lord commanded, Harry by his side as he swept out of the room. You were surprised I'm letting these elections fall where they may.

Well, it was a long argument -

Discussion, his father said dryly.

Discussion, Harry conceded. Regardless. I didn't think even Sirius convinced you -

It's hardly as if I'm relinquishing my power, his father pointed out. But you were right. Our legacy will be all the greater for this... and I will not be compared to that fool Dumbledore.

The doors to the courtyard opened before them. As the light blinded them temporarily, Harry could hear the cheers of the waiting crowd. He raised his hand in greeting and was rewarded by a swell of noise. Slowly, the black dots began to fade. He could make out Fia and Hermione in the front row, flanked by Draco and Blaise. And of course, his fiancé.

Tracey smiled at him. Harry schooled his response despite the elation that rose in him every time he saw her. There would be time to show her off to the world later... not that she needed his help for that. She was magnificent.

He turned, careful not to be seen staring. At the opposite side were his father's lieutenants, occupying their usual places of honor. Neither Fia nor Draco had chosen not to stand with their parents, ready to take up their own mantle. Sirius nodded in greeting as Harry's eyes met his; they would discuss the strategy against the Order later.

His father lead the way onto the dais that had been set up, ready for their announcement. The courtyard of the castle that stood as the heart of the new magical Britain was packed, ready to hear their ruler's announcement.

Silence fell as his father began to speak.

Harry smiled, his magic buzzing under his skin.

All was well.

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed the story! The reviews, follows, and favorites mean so much. I don't have a sequel written, but if I do one, it'll probably be a series of one-shots by idea or request.

Thanks for reading!

~ Alexye