Edit: 28/08/2020

I didn't do much, I just fixed the centered focus text~

While that specific brand of chaos and concerned type of madness was happening in the Hibari estate and Vongola Villa. Another type of craziness was happening in the English Magical Enclaves.

Why you ask, well when Chaos figured out the major screw up he caused, he tried to fix things. Oh and he did little by little as not to catch anyone's attention. Though he was still seething and stewing in his fury from the Old Goats goddamn meddling.

While he could not help the emerald eyed baby, yet…he did manage to help a major player of the game. He waited and slowly and carefully pushed, pulled and helped a young women. Strong, confident, justice filled and monocle wearing Amelia Bones.

Now Chaos really did not have to help her to gain ranks, respect and a healthy fear from her co-workers. Where he did help was where she worked, which was the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He slowly donated funds to this hectic and slowly declining staff after the defeat of Lord Corpsesicil.

When Ms. Bones took charge of the DMLE things really kicked off. Recruitment and training changed and for the better honestly. More equipment and better facilities where bought for the department. There were a few rough patches, as the incompetent minister Fudge, tried to bumble and stop this, seeing no need for it. But one sharp and steely look for the fierce Head of the DMLE, and fierce tongue lashing he stopped and basically looked the other way. Thoroughly freighted of the women.

Now, now Amelia was pleased with how her department and Auroras were rising and becoming more competent. Though she did scowl lightly, when she followed her instincts and this nagging voice in the back of her head. (Cough Chaos cough) A deep disgust swirling in her stomach as she found rats and traitors and all around little pieces of shit infiltrating her work place. Oh she cracked down on them like a god of war would. Ripping into them and breaking them for information, what little some of them did have, even under the most powerful truth potion they had.

She did have to admit, even though it made her seethe, that Voldemort…she scoffed a bit at his name, did know who to tell and who to control so precisely so shit wouldn't get ruined.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes gently with the pads of her fingers, the she carefully flicked her fingers and served herself a nice hot cup of tea. She gingerly picked it up, being careful not to burn her lips or inside of her mouth. Her eyes going down to her desk, eyeing a certain file, she held back a groan and growl.

You see, after settling with the traitors and scum in her work place, she started going over cases and files of the past few years. She felt stressed and tired after reading them. She sighed and stared intently at the damn file….this….this was going to be a royal pain in the ass.

But she also had a smug look on her face, she just knew, knew that the bullshit charges and accusations they dumped on her longtime friend Sirius Black was nothing. Just knew deep in her soul and magic that he did nothing wrong and was just used as a scape goat during those trying times. She knew, that all of it was just plain old fishy and wrong. And really, she snorted while placing her cup down and grabbing the fucking almost empty file and scrutinizing it. Why would a man so deeply in love with his husband and wife, with a son who actually loved him like no tomorrow would betray him to that cock sucking heathen.

Oh she knew about their little secret wedding, she scoffed and promised to give him a right bashing when he was free for hiding it. Well she cornered Sirius and James and promised utmost pain and humiliation if they did not explain the rings a half year after they went through the intense Aurora training. She also cornered Lily and Remus in Flouris and Blotts, throwing up privacy and muffling charms to give them a scalding tongue lashing as well for not telling her.

She laughed at the sheepish and chastised faces, she sighed and threw the offending file on her desk. She got up from her chair and walked over to her bookshelf, slowly and carefully running her fingers over the spines of the books. Humming to herself she slowly pulled out a book on laws and protocols on imprisonment of old families and heirs of noble houses. A vicious smirk curling her lips, but a small sigh escaping as well, remembering the last conversation she had with the youngest Black brother.

As it turned out, bless his heart and loyal ways to his elder brother, and some guardian Angel that looked after him in his younger years. As it turned out, Sirius was the actual Heir to The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. She hummed and opened the book she flipped through so many times since that visit years ago, and stopping on a certain page. Now she would have done this sooner, but Misses Black and her all her demented insane glory would have caused problems if she brought this up.

But now, that Lady Black died about half a year ago, there would be no problem bringing this up again. But, she ran her fingers through her thick, black and silky hair. The only pain in the ass would be, well pains in the ass would be Albus to many names Dumdledor and Lucius Malfoy. Dumbledor for being a meddling old codger, and Lucius because he has been trying to get his grubby hands on the Black estates and monies.

But, she hummed to herself as she started to plan and gather the pathetic file on Sirius case. Her eyes darkening slightly at the thin folder and gripped it tightly. "Parks!" She barked out to her assistance and ever loyal secretary. Said secretary calmly walked in while pushing her silver rimmed glasses up her nose, her wavy brown hair slightly tousled from the irritating paper work she had to do. Making her run her slender and long pale fingers through her hair.

"Yes Madam Bones?" she asked in a polite and slightly tired voice, resisting the urge to whine.

Amelia smirk was predatory and just plain vindictive as she waved around the flimsy file and thick old book. "It's time for plane Grimm to be set in motion." Her voice was laced with amusement and vindictive glee for the all-out Chaos that was going to happen.

Jessica Parks just stared at her boss, her face emotionless and some confusion swimming in her eyes. After a couple of moments her brain finally processed her words. A small, vicious and predatory smile tugging at her lips. Sirius and James became close friends and family of hers when they joined the Auroras after graduation. Lily and Remus becoming something as family as well. And she raged when that horrible day happened all those years ago, cried and generally blew shit up when she found out that James and Lily died, and when they took Sirius and just threw him into jail without trial. How her sweet little nephew Harry just disappeared without a trace. But now, now it was time for pay back, time to for truths to be brought to light.

As she caught the gleam in her boss's eye, her smile spread and became more vicious and she moved closer to her desk. Then ever so slowly they both started to cackle and plan everything out, smoothing out rough patches, and flaws. It was going to take time and careful movement and placement of certain people, but it was going to be worth it.

Back in Azkaban, in the high security section of the prison, in a certain small cell sat Sirius Orion Black. Back against the cold wall on top of his thin mattress. A huge grin splitting his face from his conversation with Fate, Destiny and Chaos. Though he was still angry from where his Pup, his darling and precious son ended up. His fury simmering, along with his Magic and Flames.

He sighed softly and rubbed his temples, batting away the migraine wanting to form. He went over the events of that day, how his heart broke and shattered at finding his husband so lifeless, so empty on the floor. But had such a defiant and menacing look on his face. A great fuck you to the fucker Voldemort. He embraced him for a final time, crying his heart and soul out, gently closing his eyes, and smoothing out the angry wrinkle between his brows. After a few moments his heart sank and a chill ran down his spine. "Lily! Harry!" He screamed out as soon as he heard the wails from his son, he levitated James with his wand and rushed upstairs, depositing him in there room tenderly before rushing to the nursery.

His heart seeming to stop as he took in the destroyed room, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the smell of sulfur in the air, and the tattered robes laying near his lifeless wife and wailing son. He quickly rushed over to Lily's prone form and scooped her up, gently sweeping her vibrant red hair from her face. Smoothing out the angry look between her brows as well, she also had that angry, fierce, defiant and general fuck you look to her face. He also closed her eyes, just holding her as he felt horrible inside. But his head snapped up as soon as he heard the cries of his son calling him.

"Pa'foo, Pa'foo! Papa Pa'foo!" Harry's small voice screamed out, it sounding hoarse and raw. Big fat tears rolling down his red and chubby face. "Mama, Mama ouchie!" he screamed out again his little hands gripping the sides of his crib, his knuckles white from the force.

Sirius heart and soul ached at hearing this, but he gaped when he finally got a good look at his Pup. His normally vibrant emerald eyes where now a beautiful, vibrate orange with a seemingly looking golden yellow. His eyes narrowed though when he caught the sparks of another orangey green sparking within a lightning bolt scar on his normally smooth and flawless forehead.

Sirius carefully laid Lily down and got up heading over to his Pup, his little Prongslet. He gingerly picked him up, gently bouncing him in his arms, rubbing soothing and calming circles on his back. Harry just gripped his Aurora robes and buried his little head in the crook of his neck. Sirius sighed internally and maneuvered him too get a better look at his face, squinting his eyes and scrutinizing the new and raw red scar. As he looked he took in a sharp breath as he noticed the foul magic the pretty orange and green flames where fighting. It was tinged in a sickly looking purple black magic.

He grabbed Harry's baby blue blanket and wrapped him in it, that's when he heard a noise, of someone stumbling out of the house, a loud crash and whine was heard, before he heard what was left of the destroyed door crash to the floor. He peered out of the window and saw red. His blood boiled and his grip on Harry tighten a bit more. His mind and instincts wanting to go after that traitorous rat Peter! He held back a growl, and snapped out of his crazed instincts as Harry let out an uncomfortable whine.

Sirius looked at his Pup and cleared his head, that rat could wait, he had more important things to do. He carefully held Harry in his left arm, while he used his wand to levitate his darling wife. He carefully and gingerly laid her down next to James. He smoothed out there hair, clothes and lovingly clasped their hands together. He gave them a final kiss to the forehead before securing Harry in his arms, intent on going to Gringotts and have his Baby looked at.

But that's when things got fuzzy, Sirius groaned in his cell rubbed his face with his hands frustrated with the lack of memory and fuzziness after he said his final goodbyes to his Wife and Husband. Everything was just a blur now, he growled in frustration. All he remembers is getting hit in the back, the feel of someone ripping his son from his arms, Hagrid and his tear stained face. Something about Dumbledor, which irked him to no end, meddling old cod. His bike taking off, and him sending stunner after stunner to Peter.

Sirius sighed and softly banged the back of his head to the wall. The chase was a blur as well, what was only clear was Peter screaming that he was the traitor and that he got James and Lily killed. A huge explosion, watching as the piece of cowardly shit cut his finger off and transformed and made a run for it down the sewers.

That's when he snapped and just went into hysterics, the grief and pain finally being too damn much for him. He screamed while crying like a mad man that he got them killed. Then getting dragged away by his fellow Aurors…but something was not right about it, since they took too long to get there. The final thing he remembered, was seeing straight into Dumbledor's eyes, pleading clear in his stormy blue eyes for help. But Dumbledor just had a sad smile on his face, but a hint of glee and satisfaction in his eyes.

He sighed and looked through the small window in his cell, barely catching a glimpse of a star outside. "But…" he said in a soft and calm voice. "But soon, everything was going to be alright. Soon I will be free and with my son. We will leave this god forsaken land and just live. But also train, because I know…I know this will not be the end of it. It will be hard and difficult but we will make it." Sirius began to hum, and discreetly use his flames and magic to heal as much of his body and mind as he could.

Back in the cave, in the densely filled forest, sat one Remus Lupin, mind blown and eyes wide as he stared at the bronze key in his hand. His mind in overdrive from the talk and information dump he got from Death. And his body just felt extremely exhausted from the deep cleansing of potions and seals placed on him. His inner wolf growling in frustration and fury from what a stupid old man did. From being restrained and harming his own Cub for so many damn years not being able to help. It prowled in Remus mind also processing the information dump and plans Remus, Death and himself went over.

Suddenly Remus gripped the key tightly and stood up fast, knocking the chair he was in over. He whipped out his wand from his coat pocket and started flicking it around. The meager things he had packing away in his trunk. Also tiding and getting rid of any trace of him and his magic. As soon as his things where packed away, he shrunk the trunks and placed them in his pockets, her walked out and kept erasing his trail. It took time and mostly half the day, man was he glad that Death helped him with his wolf. He ran his fingers through his hair as he kept running fast until he reached an empty field that was miles and miles away from his previous hiding spot.

He stood there and took the bronze key from the right front breast pocket of his well and cared for faded and worn coat. He gripped it tightly, his eyes swimming with so many emotions in them. He closed them for a few minutes, calming his breathing and heart beat into a calm flow. As he opened them they burned with a new conviction and promise. One to protect his remaining pack, and new one to come. He licked his lips lightly, stood up straighter he spoke in a small and calm voice. "Sky's Villa."

He felt the telltale signs of a port key activating, but it felt different, it felt smoother and safer. But instead of a swirling suction and a hooking feeling behind his navel. It felt like a shifting feeling, a sort of fazing, but he still sighed, international port keys sucked.