The Peverell Legacy

A/N: I own nothing, especially not HP. Welcome to another fanfic, Italics are for thoughts and Bold is for spells. Here's chapter four, enjoy! Fun fact about this chapter: It's shorter than I intended. Why? Because I just finished driving back from my home in Eastern NC to Atlanta to attend a funeral. I'm mentally wiped due to my relationship with the deceased but I keep my promises to myself. I promised I would finish this chapter and so I did. It is currently 2:55am EST and once I post this I won't be conscious, I hope, until it's 2:55pm EST.

Chapter Four: One more Horcrux down

"You know, you will have to go to Hogwarts at some point," Padma said over breakfast. "The Diadem is sitting in the same place it was in our time."

Harry nodded and turned from his plate to feed his younger self. "I know, I also know that Professor McGonagall is expecting to pay us a visit." The little Harry grabbed at the spoon and pulled it closer as he took the small piece of scrambled egg into his mouth. "Do you think we could tell her where it is?"

Padma sipped her coffee, "I think we can trust her, but the question is will she bring it to us to be destroyed or will she take it to the Headmaster?" Padma stood up and looked at the rising sun as the day outside was dawning. "I think it might be better if one of us were to go to apply for this year's DADA Professor job."

"How would we do that? I don't have any records, and neither do you." Harry replied. He watched Padma leave the kitchen for the study, coming back after a few moments with some parchment.

"That is where McGonagall can help. Not just her, but Narcissa as well. She inherited her husbands former spot on the Board of Governors." Padma said taking her coffee and sipping it, "Besides I can forge records easily enough. Since our magic seems to believe we are still an Auror and an Unspeakable, it's not like it would hard for me to craft some documents to let us move about." She smirked, "That is how we got out of Moscow, remember?"

"Yeah, as 'Benny and June Claybaker', you really do think of the worst names," Harry said teasingly. He winced as Padma reached over and pinched his arm.

"Prat." She said and then began to write on the parchment. "I'm writing a requisition for a blank form from the W.E.A." Padma stopped for a moment, "I wonder if Marchbanks is the head at this time?"

"She should be." Harry said thinking, "I remember her mentioning that she was at Dumbledore's tests." Padma nodded and continued to scribble.

"There we are," Padma said as she tapped her wand to the paper. "I've applied a mild confundus charm so that whatever clerk gets the letter won't question it and just send us the forms."

"You are sneaky," Harry said, earning a fake innocent smile from Padma. "So, when should I send a message to Professor McGonagall about meeting us?" He asked her.

Padma thought for a moment, "Arrange it for later this week. We need to go see Sirius and get the Locket and the Cup."

Harry looked at her, "Will you keep your temper?" He asked her, "At some point we need to be able to have an actual relationship with my godfather. If not for my sake or his." He said, indicating the baby.

"I make no promises except that I'll try." Padma said, "I won't actively go after him, but if he tries to make excuses then I'll remind him of what you lost thanks to his actions." She sighed and looked at him, "For your sake, whenever he makes me want to kill him, I will just think of when I killed Lestrange."

"Wait, what?"

"While we were at Azkaban. I went her cell and hit her with a Killing Curse. I am debating on if I should kill the other Death Eaters as well." Padma explained, "Not with the Killing Curse, not for all of them, but perhaps just poisoning their food."

"What if you get caught?" Harry asked, "I don't want you to end up getting Kissed."

"I'm not going to kill them over the course of a bank holiday weekend or anything." Padma said defending herself, "Just one or two every few months until they are all dead and gone."

She walked over to him, "You know what the Carrow's did at Hogwarts, but you really only know it indirectly. I was there. I saw it. I remember how Parv would come out of the Alecto Carrow's office barely able to make any noise because she'd been screaming so hard."

He took her into his arms and Padma leaned in, enjoying the feel of his arms. "I just don't want anything to happen to you. We have a chance to ensure that both of the Harry's and both of the Padma's in this timeline get the lives they deserve." He told her quietly.

"Fine, no murders until after the baby is born," Padma said after a few moments of thought. "Now to the mutts house!" Padma commanded.

Harry laughed and kissed her gently before releasing her. "I'll grab mini-me. Sirius will enjoy seeing him again."

Scene Break

It turned out that Padma's carefully laid plans hadn't counted on one thing. Sirius was a good man, that's true, but he possessed a glaring lack of foresight. Albus Dumbledore was sitting at the dining room table with him when they arrived. At his right was Minerva McGonagall and on his left was Remus Lupin.

"Of bloody course, the mutt called them," Padma muttered as Sirius led them inside.

Harry drew in a soft breath and adjusted his younger self in his arms. With the exception of Minerva, everyone in the table had been dead in their original timeline. "Professors." He said acknowledging them all with one word and a nod.

"You mustn't have met me in your timeline," Remus said awkwardly offering his hand. Harry smiled and shook it before sitting down and settling Harry.

"I did. You taught my third year Defense class. Then you vanished in my fourth year when I was forced against my will to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Then I saw you again in my fifth year." Harry said, "You were the only good Defense Professor I had. The others being in this order: Voldemort wearing Quirrell like a jackass tuxedo, a memory charm using probable rapist named Lockhart, yourself, a Death Eater, a Death Eater in all but name who carved my hand with a Blood Quill like Sunday's joint, Snape, and what joy that was, then I was chasing after Horcruxes so I didn't have time for Hogwarts until it was time to fight Voldemort there."

"You did destroy a Horcrux there though." Padma pointed out, "The Diadem."

That got a reaction from Dumbledore more than the idea of Voldemort teaching Defense. "The Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw?"

Harry nodded. Before he could say anything, Padma turned her gaze to Remus, "My fiancee left out a few things about the you we met. He married Nymphadora Tonks, then he abandoned her when he found out she was pregnant."

Sirius turned to face Remus. Both men had matching pale expressions as Sirius looked at his only living best friend, "Mooney? You care to explain?"

"I'll explain for him." Padma said from her seat beside Harry, "Since it hasn't happened yet and Tonks, that's what she went by in our time, is a child besotted with my Harry, it would be difficult for him to explain why he abandoned his pregnant wife. The short answer is, he was worried about the stigma. Harry sent him packing and he returned home and was the dutiful and loving husband until both mother and father died defending Hogwarts from Voldemort. Teddy was raised jointly by Andromeda Tonks and Harry as grandmother and godfather until he arrived here." She looked at Remus for a moment and then to Sirius, "While I'm sure you would have given him a right bollocking about it, you were dead."

"De-dead?" Sirius managed after a moment, "But how?"

"Because I was an idiot and didn't open my Christmas gift in time." Harry said sadly, "I had a vision that you were being tortured by Voldemort and came to the Ministry. Turns out it was a lie sent to me by Voldemort in hopes that I would get him the Prophecy about us." He looked at Padma, "Remus is a good man, without him I wouldn't have survived my third year."

"Because he didn't take the same potion he knew he had to take every full moon." She groused but didn't say anything else about it. She looked at Sirius, "The one responsible for your death and Tonks' death, most likely Ted Tonks' death as well, and my best friend Cho's death died in Azkaban the same day you left it."

Harry looked at Albus, "I take it you have questions about all of this?" When the older man nodded Harry looked at Padma.

"We are prepared to show you memories of the events regarding Harry's time at Privet Drive, as well as what he considers the 'highlight reel', to borrow a muggle term, of the six years he attended Hogwarts." Padma offered the group.

"You had this planned out, did you put a listening charm on me?" Sirius asked the pair. It made sense to him, this was far too polished and rehearsed. He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or proud of the pair. Despite her obvious dislike for him, Sirius could see that Padma had Harry's best interest at heart. Both Harry's. He thought with a smile.

"No, Padfoot." Harry replied, "However, we were planning on meeting with Professor McGonagall in order to arrange a chance to get into Hogwarts and destroy the Diadem. The offer regarding memories was how we planned on proving to her that we are genuine when we say we want to end Voldemort here and now. As it is, we can destroy the Locket here at Grimmauld Place."

"How?" This question came from multiple sources. Harry chose to answer them with one word.

"Kreacher?" Harry called out. There was no response so Harry looked at Sirius, "Please call Kreacher and do so politely."

Sirius looked confused but nodded, "Kreacher, come here...please." He managed, the idea of being polite to the little festering sore that practically worshiped his mother irking him.

Kreacher appeared at the corner of the kitchen doorway. "Bad Master is calling on poor Kreacher?" The House Elf practically spat in distaste as he looked at the floor, "Poor Mistress Walburga would be so angry. Filth and blood traitors in the House of Black, what shame.."

"Kreacher," Harry said, "Will you bring me the Locket. If you will, I promise you that we will fulfill the last order Regulus left you." Harry ignored the shocked looks on the original occupants of this current time. "I know how to destroy it, I swear it to you."

Kreacher looked shocked and glared at Harry, "What do you know about Great Master Regulus, greatest of House Black?!" He spat at Harry.

Harry let the insulting tone roll off his back, "You were used to test the protections for the Locket. Regulus was furious that Voldemort would hurt his only friend like that. He asked you to destroy it." Harry looked at Sirius for a moment, "After you left, Regulus had no one to act as a counterpoint to his mother. Kreacher truly was his only friend and when Voldemort nearly killed him, he made sure that the Locket was no longer kept safe."

Kreacher vanished, reappearing a few moments later with the Locket. Slowly he set the locket down on the table. Harry stood up and drew his wand, "Whoever doesn't want to see Tom's soul fragment get dealt with should leave, carry little Harry out to the study while you are at it."

Padma rose with the infant in her arms, "I've seen you destroy the Diary, little man and I will be waiting." She kissed his cheek and made her way to the door, "Enjoy the show folks." She said as she departed the room.

Like with the Diary it was a simple matter for Harry. He opened the Locket using his parselmouth ability. Before the cloud had a chance to make any aspersions against his character though, Harry used a Killing Curse to destroy it. "It's done. Kreacher, you can keep the Locket as a reminder of Regulus if you'd like it." He said, picking it up and offering the Locket to the Elf. Kreacher took it with trembling hands and then threw himself at Harry's leg hugging it. Harry looked at the others, "Give us a minute, I remember how this was my first time around. He'll be hugging me for a little while."

"We will wait with Padma in the study then," Sirius said guiding the others out of the room. It was clear from the look on the Headmasters face that he had many questions for Harry and Padma. Sirius hoped that it was Harry who did the talking, though he wouldn't mind Padma snarking at everyone if she kept him out of it, he thought with a little smile.