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A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 6

Date: 13, April 2028 Entry Number: 426 Location: Unknown Prediction: Southern side of former Germany.

The green-eyed silhouette allowed his spear to release its thunderclap, echoing through the empty whet plain, with the remainders of former structure's, covered by the now hundred's of metallic bodies. Almost unseen flashes of blue lightning followed as the bodies continued to fall, some putting up a better fight then other's. Some few even took a minute or two of exchanged blow's. The problem with Automatons was that magic was highly ineffective against them. The best you could use was an explosion charm. But for it to actually be effective it required a huge reserve of magic simply to take down some few.

"Tch" He had lost concentration again.

Using the heavy blade, he allowed gravity to take effect as it came crashing down cutting the opponent in half. In an instant he made a cut with his spear as the sword reappeared in his right hand, using the momentum he had created with the spear to allow it to spin in the air as he jumped sideways and once again allowed gravity to take effect as the blade dug into the chest of the automaton hitting the ground with an echoing thud.

A Back Handspring as he caught the spinning spear, allowing the sword to disappear into crystallised fragments as he blocked the automatons blade, taking a quick step to the left allowing it to lose balance, swiping a clean cut as the last of the lot fell onto a pile of rubble.

Nuremberg? Maybe? Now that he thought about it, wasn't it a headquarters and an important site for military production during world war two? Honestly, it was almost depressing how many parallels world war two and the current war, not probably genocide is closer. At this point, Earth couldn't really be compared to the time before the war. It was all a pile of rubble.

Well, what was left of land at least? At some point, something had changed Earth's course around the sun. Not that it mattered. With the amount of material's in the sky, it was a miracle that some light still managed to pass through.

Had it already been four years since he had last fought Riddle? He'd come so close as well. He mentally chastised himself forming a pout. 0.6 seconds! That's by how much his spear had missed Riddles chest as it had disappeared through the portkey.

And the devastation to Earth had been done. Not that there was really much point in living on since...well, the start of 2010...but still! Turned out they battle clashing had been slightly more powerful than what either had expected. Gabrielle had commended it was probably closer to a level 12 magnitude Earthquake that had torn the surface of their planet apart, leaving few places of land still undamaged...at least by that battle.

And that had left their planet with floating debris and well, islands, leaking magic as they span around the planet. Hogwarts wards had been able to resist it, but they wouldn't last much longer. Honestly? He could probably kill himself now and Riddle would still probably die. On the off chance, and it was practically non-existent, that they had missed one of his disgusting soul container's, then, well...He let out a slightly crazed laugh. Luna had, not less than a year ago, figured out that the Earth would eventually full course to the point that it collided with the Sun. Not even a Horcrux would survive that!

Shaking his head almost as if he was trying to get rid of the slight crazed faze, he brought his thought into the present. This would be the third to last division, leaving two more on his list. Sighing he took a deep breath as he let his body take a break. Even with magic enhancing his body, there was a still limit's that the body couldn't surpass. And what was coming would definitely require him to squeeze that limit.

And there it was! An inhuman roar sounding through the country snapped him out of his thoughts, pulling the lance's short blade out of the rubble as he manifested Virtuous Oath floating at a small distance from his back. Luna had gone into a crazy fit of giggles when Narcissa had asked why he didn't levitate the weapon instead of carrying them around.

Sighing he turned around as he saw the silhouette of a huge titan at the distance slowly walking towards him. There always was one whenever he attacked a division base. It was slightly funny. Purebloods had gone on an on how muggles were simply bugs to squash. He wondered how Narcissa's fool of a husband would have reacted if he had been alive to see this particular sight. It would have been greatly amusing.

He jumped onto the former motorcycle, now motorbike that Sirius had left him. The sidecar long gone, the surviving bike let out a roar as he placed the spear with Virtuous Oath. Heading at top speed towards the titan ignoring the debris in his path.

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Sirius black woke up from the strangest of dreams.

He had been in his tiny, almost comfortable hole, when a teenage girl had dragged him out and used a speedboat! A speedboat, charmed to work around magic, out of everything, to get him out there. Thought he was curious as to why the Dementors didn't attack them, he wasn't about to complete the almost pleasant dream. A silencing charm and off they went, leaving the gloomy place behind.

Once they had reached saw they had apparated into a slightly spacious sitting room that looked no different from the muggle sitting room Lily had organised back in Godric's Hollow. Because of that, he was almost completely sure that his saviour was either a half-blood or Muggle-born, though why he had saved him was beyond him.

And that was when he woke up from the dream. When she had told him that she was his daughter. He left out a small chuckle at the weird dream, wondering if he had finally lost it since he could hardly fill the chill of his dark hole.

"You awake Dad?" A voice asked as he practically jumped into a sitting position, looking at the girl he had momentarily thought of right on front of him.

"You real?" He asked very lamely. She obviously agreed with that assessment, since all she did was raise an eyebrow.

"You know, you not making a great impression. I'll let you off for now since you are, technically speaking, bed sick, but I'm not going play along with 'Imaginary friends' for the rest of the week."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just that, I never thought I'd get out of Azkaban, much less get broken out. And by my illegitimate daughter no less." The young girl initially softened moments before a slightly mischievous glint ignited in her eyes.

"Actually, that's not quite true." She said enjoying his look of confusion. "I'm legally your heir, Lord Black."

"W-What? I never signed anything! I swear!" He said almost as if was a bad thing.

"I know you didn't, I signed it for you."

"You did what?! Why would you do that? I don't want anything to do with that family, much less been in charge!"

It slightly irritated him when she sighed in annoyance. "For starters, as Lord Black, I can legally manipulate the Ministry to get you a trial. As Lord Black, when cleared, we can use that position for you to protect Rose. And as Lord Black, you'll be able to kick them into place to actually do their job!" He gaped at the girl in front of him as the idea of being free was pictured in his mind. HIs thought then caught on as he looked at the girl.

"Do they know? Lily and Rose I mean?" He felt a slight pain when she shook her head, conjuring a chair as she sat down next to him, placing the tray on the nearby table as she passed one of the potions to him.

"No, Lily truly believes that you were the secret keeper, and Rose was just over the age of one. Telling them with no evidence would be pureblood level idiocy." She said slightly sadly. "Did she know about the change?" She asked as he flinched, not answering the question looking anywhere but at her. She gave him a look at a level only two other women had given him. "I suppose commenting on the stupidity of that ideas is unnecessary." She said almost as if she was telling of a child, before pointing at the potion he was holding. "Drink it. If we getting your name cleared you can't look like a maniac."

"Thanks." He said drinking the surprisingly not so bad tasting potion. His mind felt slightly clearly as a thought came to mind. "Sorry, I never got your name. I'm a terrible father." He said lamely.

"Violet, and don't worry, with the story I'm about to tell you Ill be the worse daughter you could have ever hoped for." She said slightly worryingly, picking his interest.

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"So let me get this straight." He said rubbing his templates. "You-" He said pointing at the former male now daughter in front of him."-are my alternative dimension goddaughter male form from a war in roughly thirty years. Who lost both parent's and pretty much raised yourself into a war veteran?" He said as she nodded nervously in an incredibly tense way.

While strange it wasn't something to be so nerves about was it? Sure, it was beyond strange, but what did she expect him to do, say he didn't want anything to do with her? Same dimension or not she was still his daughter that he had blood adopted. She was his responsibility. Even if she wasn't she had put her own neck at risk dragging him out of Azkaban and was now helping him recover when everyone thought that he was a traitorous murdering psychopath. So why did she look like he was deciding whether to execute her or not? A sudden, very bad thought came to mind.

"Violet? Who did you live with after your parents were murdered?" He asked worryingly, slowly being overtaken by panic as she didn't answer. She mumbled something incomprehensible, probably hoping that he wouldn't push, but he kept staring, and she eventually gave in.

"Aunt Petunia" Eyes widening in horror he practically jumped out of bed and embraced the young female former godson now daughter as tightly as he could.

"I'm sorry, I messed up in both worlds. But I'm proud of you. Hell, you brought him down after losing everyone years after the war started. Look at me, I gave up the second James died even though Rose, Lily, and now you needed me. But I am proud of you, so bloody proud!" He swore as he faintly heard a soft sob coming from the small girl.

He was a father now! And didn't that sound weird? 'I' and 'father' in the same sentence. What had they been thinking when they blood adopted Rose/Violet? Granted, they'd been drunk. But still!

She may have been a war veteran. But it was easy to tell that she hadn't really ever had the chance to be a child. From what he understood. She'd been a child thrown at the front to lead a war that really had nothing to do with her. And she'd done it simply because no one else would.

Older than him or not, and wasn't that a strange thought, he had already gotten attached to the girl former unknown godson. And since she was his daughter, it was his responsibility to look after her. He had already messed up by not taking care by Rose. And besides, a former war veteran now fourteen-year-old daughter was still better than a spoiled pureblood believing in blood supremacy.

All in all, Sirius thought he had the better deal.

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Escapes from Azkaban! Was written in bold words at the top of the newspaper. It had taken them over a week to discover his escape. But his daughter former unknown godson was looking at the picture of the newspaper, then at him before repeating the action with a raised eyebrow. "Was all the mad screaming madness necessary?" She finally asked as he buried his face in his hands.

"No? I kind of lost it at that point. I honestly don't remember much." He said almost lamely as she shook her head.

"Don't worry about it. If anything now we have evidence that they knew you where sent there without a trail. So, in the long run, we can use it to get you free."

"This still seems surreal" He commented almost dreamily.

"Careful Padfoot, complex words may reverse any healing we've done so far." She commented.

"Hey" He protested in slight amusement."Besides, both ways that you woke me up weren't exactly mature."

"True, but you fall for the Minerva is after you" She commented. "Not that I blame you, had it been my Aunty Minerva you would have been in detention for life. You gave her, and for that matter, all of us a massive headache by blood adopting me." She said as she handed out the dishes to the crazy house elf.

"I still don't understand why you let him be here." He complained glaring at the house elf, who gladly glared back.

"Because I don't trust you to clean after yourself, now get dressed, we going out to get the paperwork sorted." She said as if she were talking to a child. Not that she was completely wrong, he wasn't the most mature of the lot after all...

Ignoring his daughter he went for the last piece of bacon when a blur of white appeared and disappeared on top of it for a second. It was that dam feathered ball again! She'd been stilling his food whenever Violet wasn't around. Oh! Shed act like an angel when he was petting her, spoiling her or simply saying how amazing she was. But the second his back was turned she was the white bacon stealing demon!

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"My hand hurt's" The man-child complained as he gladly grabbed the ice cream she had given him. She shook her head in amusement and expiration.

"Take it like a man, it was only some few hours." She said unimpressive.

"Few? FEW? That was almost eight hours! Minerva's detentions were more fun than that!" He continued complaining. While she was acting annoyed, he could tell that she was enjoying the pointless complaint more than he was.

"I'll make sure to tell her that." She commented as his eyes widened in horror.

"You wouldn't!" He said in a terrified like manner. Not that he was acting much. The women, as amusing as it was to prank her, had had her moments where she had scared him out of his mind.

"Where are we going?" He asked curiously looking at the sea-side as his strange daughter opened the door to the huge building seemingly isolated from the rest. He was sure that he heard her say the word home, but that thought process was interrupted when he entered the oversized room. His daughter, as weird as she could be, was awesome.

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"Please behave" She said hugging him affectionately. Sometimes he had to wonder which of the two was the adult here.

"I will, I promised not to leave the house." He repeated not for the first time. Had it been anyone else? He would have happily broken that promise in a matter of seconds.

However, his daughter was giving him the terrified eyes. The fact that she had seen him dye once probably was what cemented his decision. That, and she had also installed a huge gym for him to use alongside a Tv and PlayStation.

Almost as if she could read his thoughts, which she could, hed been practising occlumency for the past most, she whispered for that no one could hear them."I'll try to go home daily, I am the descendant of two Marauders after all." She commented as her Owl landed on her shoulder.

"Remember to study. But not too much, having fun is important. Oh! Make friends and cause some mischief, and make sure that Snivelous is involved in at least one of them." He said slightly sternly as she shook her head in amusement before walking into the train compartment, waving back at him before disappearing in the train.

It felt strange. He never would have pictured himself seeing his daughter off to Hogwarts. Much less one that probably had nothing to learn at school. Now that he thought about it she was about to mess with three schools by not only sabotaging their event, but by also messing with Voldemort. He was so proud! He quickly left the station as it started getting crowded. While she had said the glamour would last for another hour he wasn't going to take any chances. It had cost him his family once, never again was he going to let his overconfidence get the better of him.

Violet, on the other hand, was having an internal mental break down as she looked for an empty compartment, finding one almost immediately as she put her trunk at the top before sitting down appearing incredibly bored.

She wasn't. Forgetting for a moment that she would see Hermione again, she was going to see a dozen, if not hundreds of people that she had seen die, many of whom she had considered family. Sighing she put up some overpowered notice me not charms on the door before getting her notebook out and starting the sketches of Yamato's interior. While the exterior was finished, including the engine and weapons. The room's had the claustrophobic feeling that they had changed over the years that she sorely missed.

However, this time she had over a decade of ideas an abundance of materials that they hadn't been able to use last time. Calming herself down she spent the next few hours working on the sketches starting with the command room. While she was a beauty, she was still, after all, almost a century old in his standards.

It had started getting dark when someone snapped the door open causing him to jump up pointing his wand to the intruder before almost as quickly pulling it down seeing the person in front of him. He inhaled very deeply to the point that his legs almost gave out.

"I-I knew you'd make a great girl, Harry!" The person in front of him jocked, even if it came out closer to a choke.

"Mione?" He whispered, his brain just having crashed.