Author's Note:
Sorry this took so long, but to make up for that, here's some actual plot
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Lucius Malfoy... didn't know how to react. On one hand, the Magical World had fled the Earth, leaving behind only the Dementors.
With all the muggleborns, and blood traitors, isolated in their own cities. True, the various muggles, and Squibs, that infected those cities, were unsavory... but they weren't really a problem, given they had submitted to magical rule.
There was no longer a need for Voldemort. Magicals ruled over the moon, with the Pure Bloods of Britain, holding unopposed power over their own city state.
They were no longer hiding, no longer threatened by muggle fanatics, no longer having their world polluted by muggle waste.
There was no longer a need... so he had to find a way to get rid of the diary.
Albus, wasn't fooled, the magical world might have their own planet now. But that wouldn't satisfy Tom. Nothing short of complete conquest, under his own rule, would satisfy him...
And Dumbledore had lost his primary weapon. The Goblin's had even removed the slither of Tom's soul, from the boy's head... thereby removing the protection it offered.
The boy still had his mother's rune, bending luck to survive near anything. Still had the Blood Wards, giving the entire clan protection from wielders of dark magic. Still had the magical contract, the boy's parents signed, giving the child all their magical power, on their death...
Albus wished no harm on the child, but he feared growing attached... anyone growing attached... given what he was. The boy was a Horcrux... or had been. That seemed to be the way Voldemort "marked him as his equal"...
but had it not been the boy after all?
Prophecies were tricky things, and Albus feared... all the terrible things he's done. At his quest to save the world, at the expense of a single child... was all for nothing.
Sirius sat in his room, within New London's hospital... and to be honest, he still wasn't entirely sure he hadn't lost his mind. That this all wasn't some delusion. But, as far as his senses told him... it was real. He really was living on a mobile moon, with the rest of the magical world.
He was free... sorta. He spent the last few months, recovering in the Hospital. Sent here by the Goblins, who gave him a pardon, and a "gag order" not to reveal the horrors he learned of Dumbledore.
The Goblins might have more power and respect, but Albus was still the Supreme Mugwump. The Goblins might have set up a Union of Magic, for all magical races... but if anything, Albus actually gained more power as the effective Emperor over Wizard Kind. They had to keep what he did to the boy who lived, and thereby Sirius, a secret.
It was global news Sirius was innocent, but not the old Sage's role in things.
But at least Sirius had-
"How are we doing today?" An orderly stepped into his room.
And Sirius couldn't help but smile. "How's Harry?" He eagerly asked the man, the second he entered. This man's daughter was best friends with Sirius' godson.
Charlie Granger smiled back, "He's doing well. Though he's still quite the bad influence on my little Hermione." In truth, Charlie was quite thankful for the rambunctiousness of the boys. Hermione had always been such a serious child. She needed some friends that reminded her it was okay to be a kid.
Sirius' smile became more distant, "He always was." thinking of James.
Charlie sighed, "The Doctors have been over this. It's unhealthy to have such high expectations of the boy. It's the very reason he hasn't been allowed to visit you yet. No matter how much Harry might look like his father. He is his own person."
Sirius looked down, feeling guilty. He knew Prongslet was his own person, and it only hurt the boy to compare him to James... but Sirius wasn't quite right yet. He still got confused, from time to time... but he loved Harry.
Sirius loved that boy, as if he was his own son... and Sirius always had. All the way back to when James was still alive... when they were living as a happy family, with Sirius as the fun uncle. Already forming plans on how to get the boy in, and hopefully out, of trouble.
Sirius had missed so much... Feeling a gentle hand on his shoulder, Sirius looked up at the Orderly, who was now standing over him. A look of sympathy on his face.
"It's going to be alright," Charlie assured. "You'll get better, and once your mentally sound enough. Harry will be allowed to visit. His guardian has been checking in on your progress."
"He said I could move onto his ship... join his crew," Sirius spoke wistfully. "Once I'm better..." The young wizard cracked a smile. "Says I wouldn't be the first crazy person to do so."
Charlie smiled back, patting the man's shoulder, before getting to work with his morning duties.
Sirius looked out the window... and reminded himself what he had... he still had his godson, and would be looking after him as soon as he was better... at least he had hope.
Voldemort scowled, as he limply paced around his cell. He was the sliver of Soul, ripped out of the boy who lived.
A twisted, grotesque thing, standing no higher then a Goblin, yet far scrawnier, with a serpent-like head, too big for his body. His frail, weak, body... yet his power was unmatched.
This mere soul fragment could decimate armies. If not for the anti magic runes carved into the walls.
The Goblins stored him in this cell, within their own prison, because they wished to learn more about his Horcruxes. Specifically, they wanted to know where they were. But Voldemort would be a fool to tell them.
He knew, the second they got what they wanted, the Goblins would attempt to kill him. Not that that mattered, even in this weakened state, he was far more powerful then all of the Goblin nation.
His wraith was still out there, looking for a body... and he'd have to deal with that... after all, there could be only one Lord Voldemort.
Through a magical barrier, which the cellmate could not see, Albus stood on the other side... observing the abomination.
The Goblins may run this prison, but they could not stop a member of the Magical Union, from entering.
. . . .
Albus had lost control of the boy... but the child wasn't the only thing created "as the seventh month dies"... nor was that Longbottom child.
The creature he was looking at. The Goblins speculate it was made around that time frame, as it takes a month to complete the Horcrux ritual. With the ritual always needing to start at the end of September, and finishing on Halloween night.
The Horcrux had then grafted itself to Harry... when Voldemort killed the boy's parents, and failed to kill the child. Both Harry's and Neville's birthday, may have just been a coincidence.
Harry was powerful, and their were more direct prophecies about that child. Which is why Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore: Supreme Wugnump, Chief Warlock, Grand Sorcerer, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... made a terrible mistake...
It just seemed natural, a child, destined for power and greatness, to be Master of Death himself, would also hold the key to defeating Voldemort.
Albus regretted the boy's childhood, but it was a necessity... or rather, he thought it had been. The boy needed the right temperament to hold such power... and a lack of self esteem, needed to willingly sacrifice himself for the greater good.
It wasn't like his death would be permanent. With the Luck Rune, and the Horcrux, Harry had quite the defense against death.
If Albus was able to get all the Deadly Hallows to the boy... and the child were to reject them all. They would deem him worthy to carry such a power... Albus had to shape the child, so that he could reach his full potential... and not rage against the world, as Voldemort had.
It's why Albus had taken to bewitching Harry's Muggle Relatives... regrettable that led to their death, as they were innocent victims in all this... they stopped being little more than Albus puppets, over a decade ago.
Everything they did, even in regards to their treatment of their own son, was to shape Harry.
It was, again, regrettable the boy went after Voldemort so young. If Dumbledore had succeeded, the villain's wraith would have been trapped in a magic mirror, for all eternity. It seemed to confirm, Destiny could not be altered.
Albus sighed. But was it in fact the boy's destiny... or the Horcrux...
Tom Marvolo Riddle, the self proclaimed "Lord Voldemort", was still a threat... but now, with the boy out of his control, and the Horcrux under the eyes of the Goblins...
Had Dumbledore been wrong, in his interpretation of Prophecy? Was all the horrors he's committed, in the name of "The Greater Good"... been for nothing?
With this Horcrux, it's rage at the original... was this what the Prophecies actually meant? Where Tom's own Horcruxes about to turn on each other... and destroy the world...