KEYnote: Due to people not liking deviations fanfiction, I'm telling you now that Fantastic Beasts is a part of this story, in that I take premises and dismiss whatever it is the movies think they are doing, and have three Acts to this story.

Act I: Harris Establishment & Harry's Fifth Year Deviant.

Act II: Harry/Luna Adventure and Harris Versus Voldemort.

Act III: Grindelwald Returns and Harris and Bella save the world, probably ;D

Fast twists, not your style, fine but it's fanfiction, live a little.

Thank you Nauze!

Chapter 2 - Deception

Sirius finally broke the hug and ushered Harry into a darkened apartment.

Harry couldn't really see much, but he got the distinct impression of a dusty dirty place, like an abandoned storage building.

Sirius hushed him as they crept into a room that looked like a dingy dining room, warmed by the pleasant crackling of a fire in the hearth.

Sirius directed him to an old armchair and then sat down across from him. He pulled his wand and took care of the cut Wormtail had given him. "How did you get here? How did you even know to come here?"

"Um, he called himself Harris Magnolia Black, do you know him?"

Sirius went very still, "No, Harry, you shouldn't trust-"

"He saved my life," Harry defended, "and he looked like my dad."

Sirius cocked his head like a dog, "Saved your life from what?"

"Voldemort," Harry said, "and even Voldemort called him James Potter."

"Whoa, wait, Voldemort? I heard you disappeared from the tournament after some stranger took down the hedge maze."

Harry shook his head, "I saw the hedge disappear but I was in the process of catching the cup and it was portkey."

Sirius's face paled, "Tell me."

So Harry told him.

Sirius was frowning as Harry described Harris's duel with the Dark Lord.

"He deflected the Killing Curse?"

"Multiple times!" Harry exclaimed, "I thought it was impossible to block it."

"It is!" Sirius agreed, "Or it is supposed to be. What was he doing?"

"He was levitating or conjuring stones, and they shattered but he didn't stop. It was hard to tell, it all happened so fast. Sirius, I've never seen anyone move like that, he looked as if he was brandishing a sword. He downed two of the Death Eaters while holding Voldemort back. But then Voldemort stopped using the Killing Curse and he pulled up this massive shield charm, and he disapparated us out of there."

Sirius sat back in his chair, "A man who could stand against Lord Voldemort and his followers, who saved your life. And he claims to be a Black."

"He said he was related to my father and that he was," Harry cleared his throat, "a bastard child."

Sirius's brows shot up, "How old was he?"

"Not too old but older than you."

"Interesting," Sirius mused and stroked his beard in thought.

He looked much better and cleaner than the last time Harry had seen him.

"You think he meant that literally?" Harry asked, "And where are we?"

Sirius sighed, "Well, our friend's knowing where this place is, is a testament to his telling the truth. No one but a Black could have known how to get here and not set off any of the wards in the process. Which means he's either my uncle or my brother. What confuses me is how an illegitimate child would be aware of this place. Unless my father reinvested in him after Regulus died."

"But why would he look like my father?"

Sirius shrugged, "Any number of reasons. Illegitimate children are almost impossible to track. If he is older than me, then he may be the Black Heir, which would of course mean he is a part of our direct line, but otherwise…" Sirius sighed, "Short of a muggle blood test, pureblood family lines are so entangled that it would be hard to tell how closely related he was to James and yourself."

"Oh," Harry said wrinkling his nose, "I don't know why this world hates muggleborns so much if it means they could avoid-" he gestured.

Sirius laughed, "Indeed, Harry, indeed." Then he sighed, "I suppose we should get you bac-"

" No!" Harry almost shouted.

"Harry," Sirius said, "People need to know you're okay."

"Why? They let me compete in the tournament, someone tricked the Goblet yet no one could find a loophole to get me out of tasks. No one cared when Skeeter came after me or when the school hated me, again . They don't actually care about my safety, why should I do anything for them?"

Sirius looked at him, "Harry, don't you want to go back to school?"

"I'll write Ron and Hermione so they know I'm alright, but no. I was excused from finals and I don't want to take the fall for being the first person to say Lord Voldemort is back. You offered at the end of last year to run away with you if I wanted. Please, Sirius, I can't take another summer trapped with the Dursleys."

Sirius's face softened, "Well, I suppose, keeping you safe wouldn't be too hard in this old place. It's warded against everyone. Except for this Harris fellow, but he certainly seems alright."

"Does Dumbledore know you are here?" Harry asked.

"No, he sent a message about you by way of patronus. But I just got here not a week ago, I haven't told him about it lest he get any funny ideas. I'm not sure that it was habitable."

"It's a roof," Harry said before asking, "does it have running water?"

"Yes, but-"

"Please, Sirius," Harry begged, feeling as if everything was catching up to him all at once and he just couldn't face the chaos at Hogwarts or another summer with the Dursleys, not knowing what was out there. Not after having faced and almost dying by Voldemort and his Death Eaters again. "You're my godfather. You're who my parents wanted me with, not the Dursleys. You and I know I'm okay, who else really matters? If I'm safe, I'm safe, and I'm safe with you."

Sirius's lips thinned, but Harry could see the hope and light in his godfather's blue eyes, before he gave a wolfish grin, "You know what? You're right. And kidnapping Harry Potter isn't actually going to make 'Kiss on Sight' any worse."

Harry actually cheered.

Then jumped when a wailing went off in the hallway.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"My mother," Sirius said with a sigh.

"I thought we were alone here," Harry said.

"Nope, there is you, me, Kreacher, my mother's portrait, and whatever else decided to make a home here."

"Oh," Harry said lamely.

"Still want to live here?" Sirius asked.

Harry snorted, "Sirius, as long as I'm with you, I'd prefer living in a cave than the Dursleys."

Sirius barked a laugh, "Well good, that's the kind of attitude you'll need to live this crypt."

Harry felt that there was more than a tinge of bitterness in that statement. But he was far too happy, and tired, to hold onto that thought as he kicked off his shoes and curled up by the fire.

Harris Magnolia Black

Harry found himself aimless wandering the London streets as he tried to figure out where to go.

And tried really, really hard to think about why he didn't have anywhere to go.

All he could do was worry about Magnolia as the rain beat down on him, the slick streets smelling of wet stone and the night chill biting into his bones.

Magnolia was a baby and Voldemort was alive, again.

Magnolia, unlike her parents, unlike James and Rose, was unable to protect herself. Harry had to be there for her, he had to be.

But as he paced the street that Teddy's apartment was on, it finally sunk in, slowly, like needles before the numbness, as to why he didn't just go straight to his own godson and granddaughter.

Because they didn't exist.

His family didn't exist.

The life he built for himself: gone.

The happiness, the friends, the in-laws, his students, all gone.

No one would remember them but him, not as they had been, and no one would remember who he had become.

They were all gone, with no chance of them existing as they had been, no way for him to go back and relive raising his children. He had already changed too much.

They were gone.

Harry screamed.

He bellowed his pain up into the rain and didn't care if people saw him or thought him crazy.

His family was no more!

His babies…

His sons and daughter.

His granddaughter Magnolia…

He might never see them again, might never know them. He wouldn't even get the opportunity to see the woman Magnolia would have grown up to be or know of the other grandchildren he might have had.

And for what? To get a second chance at a war that had shredded his people, taken the lives of almost every witch and wizard he had grown up?

Even if he had managed to kill Voldemort tonight, it wouldn't have changed the rot lurking in their community, the rot they had only just begun to grow back from.

Harry found an alley, hiding from the light and wishing for nothing more than to stop feeling, because the worst was yet to come. The thing he was running away from in his own mind.

Andromeda had done this to him.

The woman he loved had done this to him without his opinion or consent.

She had taken away everything from him, choosing him to be the one to save their world, again.

He felt… betrayed, violated, and pissed off!

This was something Gin might have done to him but not Andromeda; how could she have done this to him?

He wished he hadn't returned home last- this night. Wished he had taken Teddy up on his offer and just stayed the night, little Magnolia asleep in his arms, bringing joy to all by just existing.

But she didn't exist in this world.

Harry began to cry then, because never had he ever felt so helpless, like there was no light left fighting for in the world.

He had done his part, he had paid his prices, he didn't think he could, and he knew that he did not want to do it again.

"I trusted you," Harry said brokenly to the night, then again his voice rose as the rain beat against him in a deluge, "You bitch, I trusted you! I loved you! How could you do this to me!?"

He pictured Andromeda's beloved face as she said, I know that this is unforgivable, but I know you will find happiness again.

He screamed, long and wordless.

She had taken everything away from him.

Then he remembered the life leaving her eyes, and it finally clicked as to what had happened.

Why she hadn't talked to him before doing this.

Andromeda had martyred herself to send him back in time, for one chance that he might be able to make a better future for them all.

To fight the Dark Lord as a man and not a child.

Andromeda had killed herself.

That knowledge wrenched through him and what was left of his heart shattered.

He curled up in that alley and let the rain and cold take him.

He knew that when the sun rose, he would do what needed to be done, because that's just who he was.

He was Harry fucking Potter.

But tonight, he let himself mourn.

To say goodbye to everything that had made his life worth living.

oOo

By the time the morning came, Harry was stiff and cold, but the most unexpected and most welcomed visitor perched on his shoulder.

He blinked up at her, "Hedwig?"

She hooted and glared down at him reproachfully.

He let out a pained dry laugh as he staggered to his feet, "Alright, girl, I hear you. Pull yourself together, Harry."

She nipped his ear.

"Ow! Merlin, yes, I missed you too."

She nodded but seemed to wait for him, and he sighed, waving his wand over himself.

Dry and clean, she bobbed her head again before rubbing her cheek against his.

Nothing beat a familiar as brilliant as Hedwig.

"Yeah, I love you too," he told her, stroking her cheek, "Now go on to our younger counterpart, and be careful of whatever is in that apartment."

With one final light nip, she took off.

Harry watched her go, her snow what feathers cutting through the London gloom, and rubbed his eyes.

He no longer wore glasses, thanks to Rose accidentally magicking his glasses into his eyes when he had been explaining to the little girl that he couldn't see without him.

His being blinded had scared her and her magic had lashed out.

Resulting in a trip for Harry to St. Mungos. Since accidental magic wasn't any kind of formal spell or curse, it hadn't been an exact science/countercurse, to get the glasses removed from his eyeballs.

The end result, luckily while he was unconscious, was an emergency, and dramatic, eye crafting work. His eyes now worked properly, but they had lost their green colour.

He now was as blue eyed as Sirius.

Which was good for what he had planned as he weaved his way through Diagon Alley.

The bands Andromeda had given to him weighed heavy in his breast pocket even as he stepped into the bank to claim his title as Head of House Black.

Technically, he was the oldest living member now, and in his own time, he had stepped up in politics, mostly because of Hermione's urging, and because he was sick of the stagnation.

He was tantamount to a world leader in the Wizarding community, and Harry had used his power for good. He would do so again now.

Plus, claiming the title would give him access to money.

As he hoped, the goblin who greeted him and took his blood sample fell in his favour. The rivulet of blood glowed bright over an old seal confirming him as Head of House Black, proving that blood magic was silly and stupid and didn't understand time travel or incest.

After that little reveal, Harry got a private room to conduct his business.

"Full name and heritage," the goblin demanded more than asked.

"Harris Magnolia Black, first son of Orion Black," Harry lied boldy, thinking that Sirius would get a good laugh out of his defiling the name of Black, "no idea who my mother would have been. I think she died when I was a baby."

The goblin sneered, "It doesn't truly matter, not for what you wish to claim."

"I want Sirius Black, and his godson, Harry Potter, to continue having access to the Black Family Vault."

"Unregulated?" the goblin asked.

"Yes, though if Sirius randomly tries transferring everything to another vault, I would like to be informed."

"I would also like to claim the title Lord Black."

The goblin raised his brow, "Mr. Black, you would be taking the seat currently held by Lord Lucius Malfoy who holds the seat of the House of Black due to his marriage."

Harry smiled, "Excellent. Also, are there any properties on the account still?"

"Number 12 Grimmauld Place," the goblin said looking down at a list of assists.

"I want that crossed off the records, the physical deed will remain in the vault inaccessible to any but Sirius Black or myself, unless we both die, in which case Mr. Potter may gain access to if in need."

"That will cost you," the goblin sneered.

Harry tossed him three gallons, as he hadn't travelled back in time with nothing on him, "One to do your job, two to keep your mouth shut, three for an advance bribe, you break this trust of three forever shame on thee."

Luna had taught him that, and the goblin glowered but pocketed the gold without another word, "It will be done, Mr. Black."

"Any others?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, owned an apartment that she vacated upon marriage but it was bought and deeded to Orion Black, your father."

Harry took in a sharp breath.

It would have worked for her too!

Harry wasn't big on ignoring the signs in his life, and this one was shouting save Bellatrix Lestrange .

Merlin have mercy on him.

But at this point, with Voldemort free, Harry had two options, get to her before the Dark Lord did, or kill her at a later date.

Harry remembered how much Bellatrix had looked like Andromeda, and no matter how mad he was at her, he couldn't kill her look-alike, not when he had been granted the means and a chance to save her.

Hermione was absolutely right, he did have a saving people's thing.

"Well," Harry said, "it will no longer be vacated. What number?"

"1119 Knockturn Alley, though its windows overlook Diagon Alley."

"Swell," Harry groused, then he asked, "Is the signet ring still in the vault as well?"

"Yes."

"Good," Harry said, "very, good."

And probably really bad for everyone else.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was pretty sure the Wizarding World was going to implode.

He wasn't really sure people would have believed that Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He Who Must Not Be Named, You Know Who, was back, but after a month of Harry Potter having been missing… well.

The rumours were larger than life, and Harry Potter was the name on everyone's lips and Sirius Black the shadow in everyone's nightmares.

Yet in all the chaos, one light shone through.

A mysterious man who had arrived at the Triwizard Tournament and accurately accused Moody Alastor of being an imposter, and had also given Neville Longbottom a potion recipe.

A recipe that Potions Master Severus Snape had brewed, and several others analyzed, and in the end it had been cleared to give to Frank and Alice Longbottom, two Aurors Kingsley himself had trained along with Alastor.

A miracle had occurred and the two long mourned Aurors began to heal and regain themselves.

Kingsley had been there to see the first time Alice called her son by name.

Neville and his grandmother had wept openly.

Kingsley's own tears had been shed in private.

Whoever that strange man had been, who supposedly looked like James Potter, was a hero.

But nobody could find him, not him, or Sirius, or Harry Potter, or a supposedly resurrected He Who Must Not Be Named.

Kingsley sighed, wishing he could be out there, doing his job rather than in court, listening to another useless briefing on Britain security.

Amelia echoed his side beside him and they exchanged a look.

That look said, 'Higher smarter Aurors and let us lead our department, problems solved'.

Instead, the Wizengomat droned on, some having rightfully earned their seats, others having wrongly inherited them.

But just when Kingsley was debating responding to an 'urgent alert', James Potter walked through the doors.

Everyone froze, Fudge cutting off mid-word.

It took Kingsley a moment to see past the familitiries.

It wasn't James.

For one, he was actually older than James would have been had he lived, marked by the streaks of silver and white in his black hair. For another, his eyes were blue and he wore no glasses. The longer Kingsley looked at him, the more changes he spotted, taller than James, his robes cut a more lean frame with broader shoulders, and he stood like a man who hadn't been raised in privilege but through war.

Kingsley wasn't sure why exactly he thought the last, perhaps he just knew too many veterans, and perhaps too many 'young lords' to compare him to.

Fudge leaned forward over his podium, the wood creaking, "Who are you?"

The man smiled, not in the least intimated, "Lord Harris Magnolia Black, eldest son of Orion Black, and I've come to claim my seat in court."

Kingsley supposed it was the month of scandals and surprises, because the wards of this room, a private closed meeting room that predated the Ministry of Magic itself, wouldn't have let any non-member through those doors without explicit invitation that had been approved by all sitting members, as was Kingsley own status.

Which meant…

Mr. Harris Black approached the Wizagomat seats, and accurately identified the seat that was meant for him, was the legitimate heir to House Black. The man smirked at Lucius Malfoy, who was sitting ramrod straight in the seat only granted to him because of his marital status to the only Black not exiled or imprisoned.

Mr. Black quirked a dark brow at the blonde, "Out of my seat, pretty boy."

No one said a word.

Lucius Malfoy stared at the man usurping his privilege, who, if Lucius made an enemy out of in the first conversation, would reflect badly on him and his standing within the other Pureblood families.

If the Head of House Black was back in society, they were all in for a change, whether for good or ill.

Lucius stood wordlessly and, with the barest incline of his head, vacated his seat.

Mr. Black waited for Lucius to step off the platform before taking that seat.

When Malfoy was halfway to the door, Black called, "Oh, and Lucius?"

Lucius froze, and when Black didn't immediately speak, Lucius turned back to ask, "Yes, Mr. Black?"

"Do say hello to your wife for me, won't you?" Black asked, something dark and teasing in his voice, "I would dearly love to catch up with her."

Heat rose to Lucius's pale cheeks and he whirled on his heel to the exit in a sweep of pale hair and dark cloaks.

Kingsley shared another look with Amelia.

Kingsley was pretty sure Harris Magnolia Black was the man Albus Dumbledore and Neville Longbottom had described, who had given Neville the Belladonna Cure, and who had apparently rode off on the back of the Sphinx from the Final Task.

Making him the hero of the Longbottoms and the Auror's office.

As well as the new primary suspect in the case of the missing Harry Potter.

So Kingsley worried about that last comment, either Mr. Black had a strange sense of humour, or he been threatening Lucius and his wife, or, and as they would be first cousins, Kingsley didn't want to think it to be the most obvious implication, that Mr. Black had been making an overture to Narcissa Malfoy through her husband.

As Harris Magnolia was a Black, there was absolutely no way to be certain.

Perhaps it had been all three options.

Kingsley sighed, At least this afternoon's meeting had become interesting.

AN: Two chapters, one day? Show your author some love and comment on character and plot, please?