Chapter 21

Klaus was sitting on the grand bed in a room Regulus used to use, back when he visited Hermione in the past. The young man himself was currently taking a bath, in the bathroom attached to the room.

Klaus had to tell him all about how Hermione tried to bring him back, and how she was unsuccessful.

Or so they thought…

Regulus then wanted to go down to the vaults, so Klaus accompanied him. He was quite surprised to see Regulus find his way around quite well. Then, he remembered his grandfather mentioned to Hermione, that Regulus had hidden something down there, after she left the past to return to her time.

Regulus opened one of the vaults and went inside it. He faces the brick wall and ran his hand over the textured, old brick.

"Ic ia tóspringe." He whispered and his eyes glowed gold. The bricks shifted and shuffled, revealing a hidden chamber.

"You know druidic spells?" Klaus tilted his head in curiosity. His cousin Hermione will be happy to hear her boyfriend returned to the land of the living.

"Hermione taught me how to read druidic runes, back when we were researching how to send her back to her time. One day, Claudius gifted me with a book of old magic without her knowledge, so I learned a bit." He explained as they walked in. There were quite a few things hidden there, but Regulus only grabbed some clothes, money and other things Klaus didn't pay attention to note.

"May I use one of your guest rooms?"

"Certainly! Merlin knows we have enough of those here."

Regulus lips curled up slightly and he left the chamber. Klaus followed him out. Regulus made his way into the room he used all too many times, and Klaus proceeded to ask as many questions as he could come up with. After all, it's not every day that dead wizards come to him alive.

Extremely exhausted, Regulus lied in the bathtub.

Hot water was bringing his body temperature back up and he was starting to feel a little sleepy. He was convinced the Great Black Lake drained his body of all energy, and of everything it needed to function properly.

The only thing keeping him alive and going, was the pendant Hermione made for him. She has saved his life again and again, whether she was next to him or many years away from him.

He knew what she had done to create those pendants, but it took him a while to check his suspicions were correct. Mainly because he never thought she would do anything like that. Not because she wasn't capable or strong enough, but because of her solid opinion on this sort of magic.

He was impressed.

Hermione was really a truly remarkable witch, and he couldn't wait to see her.

He took a deep breath.

He couldn't believe he was still alive. The ritual Klaus told him about was… dark. And risky.

He couldn't help but chuckle thinking about his Hermione, using druidic magic she has been so decidedly against for so many years, to try and save him. There seemed to be a pattern to Hermione bending her rules for him and it couldn't make him any happier.

He couldn't help but feel warm inside when Klaus told his how miserable she was when it didn't work, and the despair and anguish she went through deciding to let go of her mission of saving him. Hermione was certainly the only person in his life to care for him to this extent, to go to such lengths for him.

She has wrapped herself around his cold heart, and he didn't want her to ever let go. The memories he had of her were the only things to keep him going, on the harder days of his dark servitude to Voldemort. The last time he saw her was his 6th year, in the winter 1977, they were both 16 then.

He died in Easter 1979 and now he found himself in Easter 1997. Hermione was now in her 6th year. She just turned 17 years old, but Regulus was turning 19 in a few weeks.

Fascinating how time travel worked. It seemed that Hermione despite performing the ritual in the summer, has somehow brought him here in Easter.

Which made perfect sense.

He went to the cave and died in Easter, so it seemed that the ritual needed the yearly cycle to reach the right season, and the exact date to mirror the time frame, and create that breech in time pulling him from the brinks of death.

Druid magic sometimes took time to work, but when it did, it usually worked very well.

Or so he read… He didn't have that much experience with it himself to be able to say. He was quite busy with other things and… duties, that didn't leave him with much time to practice on more advanced level.

But was the war over? Did Claudius destroy the Horcrux?

Holding onto that thought, Regulus got out of the bathtub and got dressed in his muggle clothes.

"I missed you." He whispered to the soft jumper he used to wear when he was with Hermione. Her mother had made it for him. Lydia always liked him a lot, and he couldn't wait to meet her here in the future. She was the one who ultimately convinced him to wear muggle clothing at the Greenfell Manor. Outside its safe grounds, he was subjected to wear his elegant, expensive wizarding robes that complemented his 'dark wizard' and 'the Noble House of Black heir' persona.

Regulus shaved and trimmed his long hair that was touching his shoulders before. As a death eater, one's looks often decayed under the excessive stress of constant pressure to please his Darkness.

And Voldemort was not an easy man to please.

Regulus knew he enjoyed the effect he had on his followers. Himself, he never fell into the trap of breaking his back and every bone, in an effort to remain the Dark Lord's favourite.

Because frankly, he was smarter than the rest of them.

Thanks to his young age he remained, to some extent, underestimated by Voldemort himself, whilst the other death eaters held mixed feeling towards him. He knew his blood and family ties to the Blacks and the Malfoys had its own power that kept them being somewhat respectful with him.

He met sometimes with, resistance from the older wizards, whenever Voldemort tasked him with a leadership role. But soon just like at Hogwarts, Regulus was able to develop a reputation and establish boundaries his older colleagues had learned not to cross.

Voldemort saw great use in him, but he misjudged him.

He thought he could shape him, mould him into his right-hand man. But Regulus was clever, manipulative and cunning. He acted as the Dark Lord's fanboy, which wasn't difficult considering his admiration for the power Voldemort commanded.

But he was much more than that.

He had his own personal goals, and Voldemort was just temporary means to achieve them. Or so was the plan until he, well, died.

Voldemort was showing favouritism towards him and Regulus knew it was only a matter of time…

He didn't fear him the way other death eaters did. He was wary of his temper and aware of his great power, but he wasn't scared of him.

In serving His Darkness, Regulus had to dim his wits enough so he would keep his comfortable place at Voldemort's side, and not stand out too much. Voldemort would never allow for a threat to his power, so Regulus had to lie low, like snakes often do.

He knew Voldemort liked him, and he was sure whatever mission he was assigned, he could carry out successfully, and this was all he needed to guarantee his safety. But it didn't hurt to bow down and welcome the shabby disguise that somewhat pulled him back, and levelled him with the ranks. He had to stay vigilant and loyal, or he would find himself in danger.

Perhaps it was his extensive knowledge at various types of magic, or his closeness to the Dark Lord, maybe it was something else… but in the end, it was Voldemort's long-term goals that bothered Regulus.

Making sure he looked neat and presentable, he left the bathroom to see Klaus hanging off the bed with his head upside down. He grinned when he saw him enter the room. Hermione's cousin got up and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed.

"How do I look?" Regulus asked, standing before Klaus, in muggle clothes he wore in the 70's. They were still in a perfect condition since he covered them in many preserving spells.

One would think the clothes were outdated and not suitable to wear, but Regulus made them look fashionable. His soft curls fell down on his face, making his sharp features stand out. He was handsome, and in Hermione's opinion, even more so than his crazy older brother.

"Very different." Klaus smirked in approval, looking at him up and down.

"Good." Regulus exclaimed satisfied.

"So, what happened? Is the Dark Lord still around?" Regulus asked as they sat at the kitchen table, eating an apple pie they found in the fridge.

"He's been gone for a while, but he came back recently. Nobody around here tells me anything but from what I heard, he's been gathering his forces and growing in strength for over a year now." Klaus told him, cutting his apple pie with a fork and a knife before he stuffed the piece he cut in his mouth, gracefully like the Queen.

"And where is Claudius now?"

"With the Order of Phoenix."

"Oh? I believed he preferred to stay away from the affairs of wizards."

"He does, or did. Apparently, his sudden need for involvement has something to do with a locket. A Hoe-krux?"

"Horcrux?" So, the order stumbled across them. The question was how much they knew about them… Did Voldemort make more of them? It was not impossible.

"That's it! He got himself kidnapped over it by the order. Ever since then, he's been pretty much gone. Staying in London, most of the time. Running between the family business, his job at Westminster and the Order. He came back here for a few days and then left again. He has been staying with the order for over a week since. I wonder if Dumbledore got himself killed yet…" said Klaus with a glint in his eye.

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore dying was a very interesting concept to him. Not because he wanted him dead for any particular reason, but because he was a very powerful wizard, and if he was growing weak and the Dark Lord was coming back…

"Well like I said, grandfather came back here not long ago. On one of the days Dumbledore visited. He was discussing something with grandfather, while Claudius was treating him. It looked like he was very ill."

"Did you hear what they were talking about?"

"Just how he was going to make Severus, whoever that is, strike him with the killing curse, so that Draco Malfoy doesn't have to. Something about a vow you can't break, and ah I didn't hear the rest." So, Severus was on Dumbledore's side, how interesting…

"But I met a ghost who had just returned from the afterlife and had the hottest gossip to share." Klaus grinned. "He said, for quite some time, Draco Malfoy was expected to turn up at the eternal gates before the end of the year, but since grandfather had joined the order and got himself properly involved, his fate and Dumbledore's have been swapped. Funny, isn't it? We had the most delightful conversation after he told me that, and we got to the conclusion that it was all thanks to you!" Klaus said with pure delight in his voice, and pointed to Regulus with his cutlery.

"Whatever do you mean?" He blinked.

"Well, if you didn't give the locket to your house elf who gave it to Claudius, Kreacher wouldn't have been able to fetch my grandfather on your brother's orders this winter, Claudius wouldn't have gotten involved, and Draco Malfoy's fate would be to die. You set off a whole chain of events my friend."

"My brother did? Kreacher is still alive?" Things were becoming clearer now, yet Regulus found he had even more questions now than he did before.

"I've never seen him but Hermione often complains of how awful your brother is towards him."

"That does sound like Sirius." Regulus said with a tinge of sadness mingled with mild bitterness. "And Draco Malfoy? Hermione mentioned him to me in the past. They, are not on friendly terms?" He asked.

"It's hard to tell." Klaus leaned back in his chair. "One week I get a letter with her whining about how insufferable he is, but two weeks later she writes asking for a dried leaf of a Mortaeus Flower from our greenhouses, so she can make him an ointment because his left arm hurts." Klaus frowned mockingly.

"His left arm?" Regulus raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he got a mark after his father got himself caught running death eater errands, and your Dark Lord ordered him to assassinate Dumbledore to make up for his father's failure."

"It seems his Darkness hasn't changed his ways. After all, among our circles, going after one's family is the most effective form of punishment." Regulus stabbed his apple pie with his small fork. "Who are the order members?" he asked.

"Listen, I might get in trouble for telling you things like that…" Klaus tilted his head with smirked.

"I think you already told me much more than you should have, Klaus."

Klaus seemed to consider the pros and cons of sharing his knowledge with his new should-be-dead friend. He must have found none because he tilted his head the other way and said; "I don't know the details, but I know where they hold their meetings." He leaned forward and rested his head on his hand.

"Where is that?" Klaus smirked, expecting the question.

"12 Grimmauld Place." He said looking way too happy.

12 Grimmauld Place… What an interesting choice.

They must be rather desperate if they were willing to settle for the horrible house of the Black ancestors.

"Is that so?" Regulus smirked. He was quite convinced; he would be able to walk in with no trouble. He might have been declared dead but the house would know better. If anything, it would answer to him before it did to his older brother.

Sirius was disowned after all.

He would quite like to see how Sirius turned out after all these years. No doubt he aged and would probably not be the happiest to see Regulus again, but the temptation was too strong. The thought of giving the order a scare by potentially walking in on one of their super-secret meetings was too attractive to let it pass.

At least Claudius would be happy to see him again. And he couldn't wait to see Hermione, which decidedly outweighed any reason he would have for abandoning his brilliant idea.

"Klaus, I'm sure you're a very busy man and I would hate to cause you any more inconvenience than I have already done, but would you be willing to accompany me for a drive?" he asked, thinking of borrowing one of the many shiny muggle cars Greenfells owned. He could have simply apparated but…

There was another stop they had to make. It's been a while since Regulus had the pleasure of tasting the muggle biscuits he grew to love so much.

"I guess I can reschedule the rest of today's activities for, another day." Hermione's cousin grinned.

The train ride was relatively quick.

Harry and Ron were quiet for the entire ride, mourning the headmaster they loved so dearly. They heard he was dying, but none of them really believed it. At least, nobody expected him to be gone so soon.

Hermione knew of Draco's task but she never truly believed he would do it.

Did he, do it?

Hermione couldn't help but let her thoughts wonder off.

She felt bad about her last encounter with Draco. It bothered her that the last time she saw him they had an argument. It was normal for them to bicker, but this time it was different.

And with Dumbledore's death, it felt like the ground has split between them, like the volcano finally erupted. A massive division that was already there, finally materialising and leaving them standing on two very different cliffs, so very far apart, and a massive precipice in between.

It worried her.

It was as if she suddenly she lost her grip on him.

Like she lost him. Lost the battle against the fate and the universe and the dark mark on his left arm.

Was there a way to save him now?

Dumbledore was gone. And Draco most likely killed him.

The order would hardly agree to help him now, and there was very little her family could do without attracting too much attention. She would have to ask Snape about him, if she gets a chance. She was hoping her potions professor would attend an Order meeting over the Easter, but it would make sense if he didn't, seeing as he left the castle with the death eaters, the night of the headmaster's death.

They have heard from Dumbledore himself, that Snape was loyal to him but some of the order still had their doubts. They said they trusted Dumbledore's judgement but they found it hard to trust Snape.

"We should have just let him die in that bathroom." Said Harry. He saw Malfoy with the death eaters, rampaging through the castle. He saw them coming from the direction of the Astronomy Tower, where as they later learned, Dumbledore fell from after being hit by the killing curse.

"You don't really mean that, Harry." She replied.

"But I do! Should have just let him bleed out…"

"No, you do not. You're just upset because Dumbledore is gone and for some unfathomable reason you choose to blame yourself. It's not your fault Harry."

"She's right." Said Ron. "It's not your fault, it's Malfoy's. He let his death eater friends into Hogwarts, whether or not he cast the spell, he's responsible for Dumbledore's death." Ron sneered.

Both boys were very upset with the Slytherin. And she couldn't even defend him because it would only make things worse.

"We will be arriving soon; we should get changed." Hermione got up and pulled the blind down on the door. They were instructed to disguise themselves from head to toe.

With Dumbledore, gone for good, and death eaters roaming freely now, they had to be extra careful.

Regulus was standing outside the manor, looking at one of the cars. A few years have passed but the muggle cars have certainly improved.

The main door opened and Klaus came out, carrying three bottles of; wine, brandy and whisky, and a bag full of oranges.

He was dropping the oranges and tried to pick them up but more kept falling out. Regulus's eyes glowed gold and all the oranges jumped back into the bag.

Klaus was dressed in 3/4 tight vinyl trousers, which looked shorter than they should, since he was quite tall. Regulus couldn't help but notice Klaus was wearing a woman's long sleeved dark floral-patterned shirt. It had a ruched Mandarin neckline and ruche-embellished shoulders.

What an interesting character Niklaus Greenfell grew up to be…

"Thank you brother-in-low! I'm here and ready, we can go now!" Klaus said with a grin.

"Hold that off for now, I haven't asked her to marry me yet. Until then, you might call me something more suitable, seeing as I babysat you. And Klaus, what on earth are you wearing?"

"These are my nicest clothes; do you like them?" He grinned.

Regulus was almost sure that the shirt belonged to Lydia, Hermione's mother. And although he was certain, Niklaus had an entire wardrobe full of 'nice clothes' that Aunt Amelia prepared for him, they were probably too much for this causal occasion, so he just let him be.

"It has been a few years since I drove." Regulus said, looking back at the car in front of them.

"I can't drive. Ever since I've turned the right age to learn, I was never sober enough."

"Have you got the keys?"

"Here" Klaus took them out of his pocket and passed them to Regulus. The youngest Black took them and got in the car. Klaus did the same, except less gracefully, with all his snacks.

Regulus put the keys in and turned them. He had no problem starting the car and it seemed that driving this new model was easier than the older model he was taught in to drive, by Hermione's father. Soon they were on the road, about a 2h drive to London.

Klaus was busy pealing oranges and feeding himself and Regulus with them.

"When did it all start then?" Regulus asked. It hasn't even been a day since he met this older Klaus, but he couldn't help but notice he was a very troubled young man.

"I've always been like this, or at least long enough to not remember being any different. I think I always saw ghosts, even as a child playing with my toys, they were always there."

"Must have been lonely."

"Yes and no. I have more friends than anyone, but they're all dead. You know, the child ghosts are the most possessive, that's why whenever I tied to make friends at school, they always made sure I couldn't. But I got used to it now. And the best thing about ghosts is, that they always have time for me. Mm delicious…" He put some orange in his mouth.

"But there are also the nasty spirits, who always try to kill me or torment me and I just don't know how to make them stop."

"Do you know why they are trying to kill you?"

"Well, no. There was never time for conversation you see, I was always pretty busy running for my life."

"Next time you run into one of those ghosts, why don't you try attack it back instead?"

"How? They're spirits, I can't hurt them."

"When Hermione and I were researching time travel, I came across a mention of spirits traveling through time by being stuck between the worlds of the dead and the living. They might just be angry because they want to desperately get onto the other side but they can't."

"But what can I do? It's not my fault they're stuck here."

"No, but they might recognise your connection to the other side. Maybe they think you can help them get there."

"But I can't. I don't know how."

"Maybe you can. Maybe the nasty spirits know you can, maybe they even know how."

"We're here!" Ron shouted as they walked in, with all the luggage taken care of by Kreacher.

Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny were collected from the station by Claudius, who turned up in a black Bentley. Hermione sat at the front while the other three took to the back seats.

Hermione saw in the mirror, Ron and Harry looking around the expensive interior of the car, but they said nothing. Claudius refrained from staring a conversation, considering the circumstances. And, he was trying to focus on the road. He was proficient at driving his cars, but more often he had his personal driver, drive him to wherever he needed to get to.

His personal driver, was of course one of the Greenfell elves, disguised as a human.

They walked inside and Mrs Weasley and Sirius came to greet them.

"Oh children…" She gave the four of them a motherly hug.

"Harry Potter!" The older Black opened his arms and grinned at his godson.

"Sirius!" Harry thrown himself into Sirius' arms.

"Snape left with them, the death eaters, we can't trust him." Was the first thing Harry said.

"Why don't we all come in properly, and settle down in the drawing room first. There is something I must discuss with all of you." Claudius said with a reassuring smile and went past the group, gesturing for them to follow.

Once sat comfortably, Claudius took out a piece of parchment from his suitcase and passed it to Sirius.

"Before he returned to Hogwarts, Dumbledore came to see me at my house. He left me his will so that once he is gone from this world I could pass it onto you three." He said to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Claudius had Sirius read out the will as he handed them the objects Dumbledore left behind. The snitch, the Deluminator, and the story book; Tales of Beetle the Bards.

"Since he, asked you to do this for him, did he know he was going to… I mean, was his health, getting worse?" Harry asked awkwardly, playing with the snitch in his hand.

"He didn't have much time left, the last time I saw him." Claudius sighted. "He spent his last days looking for the other Horcruxes, which only worsened his state."

"Snape knew, you know… I overheard him once, talking to Malfoy. He said he was going to kill him, and Snape was helping him, I'm sure of it." Harry said, now more upset than angry.

"Mr. Potter… Whatever happened that night, at the Astronomy Tower, despite his state, I'm sure Dumbledore was in full control of it." He turned to look at everyone else present in the room.

"I understand you are confused and angry but Dumbledore assured me that Severus loyalties must remain unquestioned if we are to have any real chance of winning this war. We can't fight the enemy if we begin to fight among ourselves. Severus will continue to spy for the order and we should trust him. I suggest we grieve today, so that tomorrow we may wake up with fresh minds."

"We should trust Dumbledore, even if we don't entirely trust Snape." Arthur added, nodding at Hermione's grandfather in agreement.

There was a knock at the door and everyone present in the room turned to look.

"The dinner is ready, shall we eat?" Remus asked with a smile, appearing at the door.

"We'll be eating down in the kitchen. AAH!" Molly screamed frightened as Fred and George apparated right behind her.

"Just because you're allowed to use magic now, it does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything!" She shouted at the twins who already disappeared, and turned to go back in the kitchen.

Hermione, Harry and Ron followed Remus, Arthur, Sirius and Claudius to the kitchen.

Ginny, Fred, George and Tonks were already there with Molly.

Everyone sat around the table and slowly started to eat as the conversation ensured.

"Scrimgeour might be putting on a brave face and assuring the public that the Ministry remains strong and active in the fight against the dark forces, but the fact is, the Ministry is under a silent coup. The death eaters are infiltrating almost every department, by controlling some of the higher-ranking officials." Remus commented on the speech by the Minister of Magic about the dark times, in which the wizarding world was living. The Daily Prophet was making its way around the long table. Passed down from hand to hand.

"We must act while we still can. It is clear what all this, is leading up to. It won't be long before the Ministry falls under Voldemort's control entirely. And when it does, there will be no limits to what he might do." Arthur was pacing nervously behind Sirius' chair.

"We shout strike before they do."

"Whilst it is true that, we cannot just sit and do nothing, impulsive actions are ill-advised here. Perhaps it would be wiser to take our time, prepare our defences, think about our strategy long term, and maybe then, we might be more effective." Claudius suggested.

"That sounds very appealing Mr. Greenfell, except we don't have the time to spare I'm afraid. Voldemort has been recruiting werewolves and giants." For the past couple of weeks Remus has been attempting to negotiate with the werewolves but he was unsuccessful. Similarly, to how Hagrid was turned away by Giants earlier that year.

"Why would he be recruiting werewolves and giants? Doesn't he think they are beneath him?" Asked Harry.

"It hardly matters to him. If anything, he would prefer to sacrifice them for his cause, and they would not hesitate to join his forces either." Sirius explained. "You see, sixteen years ago, Voldemort had huge numbers at his command and not just witches and wizards but all kinds of dark creatures. He's been recruiting heavily and we've been attempting to do the same, but he's been… more convincing, than us."

"In essence, we might soon find ourselves ridiculously outnumbered. if he continues to grow in power as he has done so far, I'm afraid we might have no choice but start to look for more radical solutions. Despite the task Dumbledore has left us with…"

"Alright that's enough now. The order meeting is tomorrow, remember?" Molly intervened.

"Actually, I won't be at tomorrow's meeting." Said Tonks. She and Remus got engaged not long ago. "I need to visit my parents and check the defences around the Order's safe houses, seeing as… you know." Since Dumbledore was gone, the wards he put up disappeared with him, so the defencing spells and barriers that were left in place now, were much weaker.

"It has been a while since I've seen my favourite cousin. How is Dromeda doing these days?" Sirius asked, fond of the old memories from their youth.

Regulus and Klaus were walking back from the muggle bakery, Regulus adored so much, to where they parked the car.

They were of course getting a few odd looks, seeing as Klaus was dressed rather peculiar, and Regulus was very attractive in his appearance and the confident way he carried himself. He attracted a lot of attention.

"It has been years since I've had their biscuits." Said Regulus, as he was enjoying the goods from his paper bag. "Remarkable. The taste stayed exactly as I remember it."

"I know of some biscuits that will make you feel like you're on a cloud."

"I'm not interested in snacks spiked with narcotics, Klaus."

"You don't know what you're missing." Said Klaus, before stuffing his face full of biscuits from his own paper bag.

"It's one of many privileges I am lucky to have."

They must have taken a wrong turn because they ended up on one of the shabbier looking streets, but before they had a chance to turn back, someone has called Klaus by his name.

"Well, well, well! Look who's back!" A voice came from the other side of the street.

Regulus heard Klaus silently swear.

"Klaus, who are they?" Regulus asked, seeing the group of unkempt looking delinquents, coming over to them from across the road.

"Just some friends" He said flatly.

"And, what do they want?"

"I, owe them money."

"Wonderful." Regulus turned to face the disgusting muggles.

"Klaus! How long has it been mate, since the last time we saw each other huh?"

"Not long enough, Jamie."

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh, him? He's my…"

"Cousin." Regulus provided.

"And does the cousin have money?" The guy, Jamie, asked, looking Regulus up and down, even though he was slightly taller than him.

"Look, I'll pay you back next week." Klaus took a step closer.

"How about you come and have a drink with us instead?" Said the guy, standing next to Jamie.

"We're a bit busy, maybe next time." Regulus said as he grabbed Klaus by his arm, but he was stopped from pulling him away in the same way, by another one of the young criminals.

"I think you want to come with us now." One of the other guys opened up their jacket to show they had guns. Regulus had to stop himself from sniggering. He could grant them early deaths before they even had a chance to take them out.

"Look, why don't we go in for a few minutes." Klaus looked at him pleadingly, and Regulus knew he was going to regret agreeing.

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