People who had the Daily Prophet gaped. There were stories about people dropping dead or turning into squibs and falling into week-long comas for several months now. Depending on how connected the Death Eater was to their magic, when it failed, they either died or fell into comas...

And there was proof that only Death Eaters were in danger: each person was found with a Dark Mark on their arm. Then, the Azkaban Justice, as it was called - one day, every Death Eater's magic just failed, and they died. You can't survive dementors, little to no food, and cold weather without magic. Most of the world was waiting for Lucius to fall, but has his manor's wards fed on a soul-shard, he was safe a a little while yet... until the entire ministry's wards started feeding on him and Voldemort's souls.

And now... well, most of the world had assumed that this was some sort of vigilante, and were scared. Then the pattern became obvious - each man dead was Marked, and then only the marked began to pay for bodyguards and such.

It was when the Black-Pettigrew story came out that people began to question if it was a vigilante after all. What's to say this person wasn't some organization, dedicating to righting wrongs? Black wasn't able to take charge of Potter, continued the article, due to damage to the mind - after all, who could survive nine years in Azkaban and come out healthy? Instead, he was going to recuperate in St. Mungos for a bit, then he was going to live with his best friend, Remus.

Due to the money granted to Black in apology for the never-granted trial, his bad-boy looks and ex-con sob story, he was also the most wanted Bachelor, noted Rita Skeeter.

She also noted that Pettigrew was a squib, and he was sentenced to Azkaban for life. In other words, he had only a few weeks left to live.

Then again, Rita noted, the man was a murderer. Let's let him die.

Harry laughed as Door read aloud the article. Fleur was in school now, in Beaxbatons, and although he'd be in school soon as well, he was so bored. But Door told him that Sirius would be coming to live with them in three months, and Remus had said that the man never really grew up.

Harry was expecting pranks, and lots of them.

They were also going to get him new glasses in honor of the occasion of getting his godfather out of jail. When he got his first pair, he requested pure round ones. That was boring and made him look stupid.

Now, they were going to get something that made him look nice, and adult. After all, his hair just brushed his shoulders, and while he made himself a ponytail sometimes, the round glasses made him look too girly. He needed something more, well, boyish.

He was nine years old! He was almost an adult, he was going to school very very soon! And he needed to be cool. Door grinned at him.

"Ready to go?" Harry grabbed his ribbon and pulled his hair into a high pony tail. Some may say it's girly, but he knew better - if it was any shorter, it would be in his eyes and it would be impossible to tame. Besides, this way, he looked more like his mother, who also wore high pony-tails.

Harry knew a lot about his father; most of the letters he sent to the teachers were answered with stories and photographs. And as his father was more outgoing, he knew a lot more about his father than he knew about his mother. Not to mention, most of Remus' stories were about his father. He wanted to know about his Mother.

"Coming, mum!" He called out to Door, running ahead of her and into the streets of London Above. As a child, until he was thirteen, he had all three worlds. They all payed attention to him, and someone called after him to tie his shoelaces. Door jogged after him, and no one called out at his mum. Of course they didn't.

Mummy was the scariest person he had every seen. Except maybe Dad, when he was being Hunter, when he ran outside and threw his spear and something wet and bloody fell to the ground.

Naw. Mum was scarier.

He slowed down, walking into the eye-glasses store. He glanced around a bit.

"Are you alone, young man?" The woman behind the counter smiled kindly.

"Nah, Mum doesn't let me go anywhere alone. She's right outside." Mum was inside, in fact, - Door was looking at the advertisements with interest, as she handed him some money beforehand and let him loose.

"Anyway, here's my prescription." Harry handed the woman his receipt from the eye doctor last week; Remus had taken him.

"Why don't you try on a few of these pairs?" Harry grabbed thin, rectangular dark green lenses, before turning to Door.

"You look a lot more like Lily. You have her eyes, and this emphasizes her cheekbones. But they're thin and sharp, make you look more adult. And Harry, with all those scrapes and bruises, you'll look like a boy no matter which glasses you pick. Stop worrying."
Harry's response was predictable.

"Girls have COOTIES! I can't look like a Girl!"

The manager blinked.

"Young man, trust me, in a few years, you'll change your mind about the cooties."

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Sirius looked around the manner. The lady, Door, had left him alone with a pensive, consisting of some of the important memories. How they took Harry away, the plans with the wards, the horcruxes - and since Door was revealing the secret, Remus was safe, his oath to Dumbledore, Snape, and Mad-Eye still intact.

And a few details about Harry, of course. How he grew up, some inside jokes, and such.

Sirius sighed. They wouldn't let him see Remus until he went through the pensive. Apparently, there was something he needed to see first.

He didn't know what it was.

Sirius closed his eyes. He was so... tired. In the hospital, everyone was nice to him, and when he asked for books, that's what he got. Books. Something to entertain himself with. He had learned Occlumency so as to rebuild his mind, and he had repeated his life story and made up a few goals every day. But that wasn't what helped him.

Every day, every single day, Rita snuck in. He knew how she did - he was the one to help her with her animagus form. And she told him everything that she knew -

Harry was placed someplace safe, according to Dumbledore. Due to his supposed mental health problems, he wouldn't be able to see Harry until he was eleven, just like her. Legally, only children who had started Hogwarts were allowed to be interviewed according to the Wizarding World. Rita had also snuck in Andromeda Black-Tonks, his cousin, who had quietly started updating him on information about wards and ministry plans and oh my god, Remus was basically taking over the wizarding world.

Except clearly, politically there were problems, because with all the dying Death Eaters, some rabid toad in pink was making a lot of noise.

That was the way he saw it, at any rate. So. Sirius went to the Goblins on one of the times he was allowed outside. It was easy to be made Lord Black - he just had to point out that he was the last Black, and he wanted to give everyone equal rights, and it's either him or a nine-year-old Draco Malfoy who does NOT want equal rights.

Then, he quickly reinstated Andromeda and her daughter (OH MY GOD, 'MEDA, WHAT DID YOU NAME THE KID THAT'S JUST CRUEL, DARK MAGIC - oh, she goes by Tonks? Smart little niece. He approved.) And he threw out Narcissa, but told the Goblins that you know what, if she publicly renounces Pureblood Supremacy and leaves her Lucius, then he'd put her back into the family and under his protection. And if her son wanted to be with his mother, he had to do the same.

Ha. He loved pranking people - Cissa was now either Malfoy or Black, and she couldn't be both. Just like her son.

Then, he quickly let Ted Tonks be named regent in his name. Imagine, a Muggle in the Wizengamot! But Ted was a lawyer in the Muggle world; he knew what he was doing. He was also rather good at it.

Sirius had no clue, but Ted said that he loved pulling circles around Purebloods, so that was that. It was just a silly prank. If it let the Pureblood supremacists get tied up, then that was that.

Also, apparently Amelia Bones loved Ted Tonks, and they were each other's main supporters. That was good. Rita also loved to interview Ted. After all, being Lawyer, he had a way with words - no editing for grammatical mistakes. Ever.

Anyway... Oh. Right. The Pensive. So, there was something about changing Hogwarts as well.

He sighed and leapt in, gaping as some guy called the Marquis took Harry off of some random house and gave him to a little slip of a girl. The next second, he threw something into the air, there was a glimmering door, and a young man stepped in, immediately looking at the spear (!?) in the Marquis' arms, before looking at the girl with such relief that Sirius decided they had to be married.

The next thing you know, they're in Knockturn. And they get there by... sewers. Lovely. But that's not Knockturn, not really, that's... the Floating Market? What?

Remus. Oh, god, Remus, he missed him -

And then there was some French lady who was a Veela, oh my, but she was married and had a kid. Yuck. That turned him off.

Wait. There's the Marquis again - what's the bastard doing to Harry? HORCRUX? WHAT! Oh, ok. So Harry's gonna get real smart. And kick Voldy's ass, of course.

Wait! There's the Market again, hm, - shit, that's Grayback! SHIT SHIT SHIT NO REMUS DON'T TAKE HIM TO HARRY -

Oh way to go Richard, nice spear throwing. Sirius approved.

Lookat that! Dear little Ingress is Nymphadora is Tonks! YAY! That's confusing. Alright. So his niece wasn't his niece...?

Oh, dear. Did they really change Hogwarts that much? And an ice skating rink? He totally approved of the added security.

Well, Dumbledore knows about the Horcruxes. He didn't like Dumbledore - bastard would give him Harry, his Harry; and didn't ask for a trial, either.

Oh, dear, pockets of time are the strangest and weirdest thing here. So, three Londons, huh? Above = Muggle, below = time-y weird, and between = Wizarding. He could do this. He could do this! He will figure out these three parallel worlds that Harry lived in!

Snape! What was SNAPE doing there! Ah. Ok. Using FiendFyre to burn down a house, using fire to burn down Inferni... Meh. Remus was better than the smily git at everything. One horcrux down... another down... oh crap, his brother, his little Regulus, his baby Regulus tried to fight against Voldemort, oh my god his little naive Slytherin brother - No time to cry. It's the next memory.

Harry's wand was perfect. It was all stupid Volde's fault for getting a wand that was brother to Harry's.

Remus loved Ingress-Dora-Tonks-Niece? Alright. That was like... Ok. Sure. Whatever. Remus would treat her right; Remus was cool like that.

Erm. He's seventeen, give or take, here. Is that a mixed up memory? No, that's Door, same age, and woah, Harry's big, and... he was so much like Lily, but so much like James, and he had a rather large bit of Dorea's (James's mother's) pragmatic attitude. Wait. Back to Remus. Who's what, de-aged. Oh, dear. The Marquis.

Ok. A dark ritual. But they killed two Death Eaters and a song bird. Alright. Cause it's the Marquis, who was like some creepy Knockturn dealer who'd do anything for the right price but isn't a Dark Lord because he doesn't do killing sprees, but is a Dark Lord cause he's powerful and everyone is kinda careful around him. Cool. Remus is seventeen. He was gonna get teased mercilessly.

Oh, the Daily Prophet, and Harry getting glasses. Yay. Well done Door, you know how to summarize things. Oh, is that it?

Because that was nine years worth of information getting stuck into his head. And dear god, all he could do now was faint.

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The Goblins laughed. The Black Regent was a Muggle. This was the closest anyone had every gone to giving the middle finger to Pureblood Supremacy! When the ex-convict had walked in, slightly crazed, talking about equal rights, the goblins decided that he was another liar who wanted their support. After all, no one treated anyone equal to themselves.

But what do you know? A Muggle, talking rings around the wizards! The Prophet interviewed him weekly as he dissected old laws that contradicted themselves and proposed different laws that treated everyone equally. He compared the current system to Hammurabi's code, and whichever Muggle had the guts to compare the entire Wizarding government to an ancient Muggle civilization was a warrior. Someone who stood up for his principles and fought, whether with words or weapons, was a warrior.

One of them called the Daily Prophet to tell them that the Goblins supported Ted Tonks and Amelia Bones whenever they agreed (which was rather often).

The Prophet quickly sent a reporter to Gringotts bank, intent on doing a piece on Goblin rights compared to Muggleborn rights compared to Pureblood rights.

If the Prophet accidentally started a revolution, at least they'd be able to Portkey to New Zealand.

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Voldemort sighed, floating around an Albanian Forest. At first, he thought that he'd be able to posses someone just in time for Harry Potter's first year... but no. Somehow, he couldn't drain magic from his Death Eaters... he'd have to wait until Harry Potter's second year to get enough power saved up.

Or rather, it was as if his Death Eaters didn't have power anymore. He had been connected to a huge source of energy - his Death Eaters. Now, it was as if his power source was slowly growing smaller. His connection to them wasn't weakening, he'd checked... so something else was killing off his little walking batteries/grenades. After all, they also caused massive destruction, so they weren't just batteries. At any rate, he would have to let Quirell go and keep gathering his powers slowly.

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Schedule was really very important to Sirius Black - not that he was worried about timing or anything, but small rituals helped keep his mind in order. It helped that Remus was always there, and that he really was never alone. Furthermore, Rita kept visiting every other day, until eventually, at Door's insistence, she just moved out of her small flat and into Door's mansion. This made Harry used to the reporter, and would really help a lot in his later years, and Rita was quietly getting him used to answering questions concisely when protocol demanded it, but with a fair story-telling fair when the occasion called for it.

Really, it was about reading the atmosphere, and Harry shamelessly used his fae powers to do that.

Also, with Sirius tutoring him, Harry had finally began to progress with his animagus form. It was some sort of bird... A predator. And while Harry was learning Animagus magic, Remus started practicing his Occlumency.

That's where the first breakthrough was made.

Moony and him were two different people fighting for control over the body. During the full moon, the wolf took control, and the reason he was trying to hunt down humans was to hurt Remus by taking away his pack. Just has werewolves almost always did their best to be as human-like as possible, so as to repulse and weaken the wolf within.

With Occlumency, a barrier was made in his mind between the two beings. And during the full moon, instead of fighting Moony, Remus simply went behind his barrier and let the wolf take his body.

That night, Moony didn't try to break into Door's manner. Instead, he ran around the forest. After all, for the entire night, he had control of the body, freely given. He had nothing more to win. After the Moon, he'd give the body back to the human, but really, he had won.

Moony howled.

The next morning, when Moony retreated without a fuss, Remus ran to Rita and Ted, who were just having breakfast.

Then he explained his idea.

There was a new law passed, that no one was allowed to refuse werewolves a job... so long as the werewolf promised to wear a special portkey all hours of every day. The portkey was activated by the wolf's turning. When the were-wolf began to turn into a wolf, he was portkeyed into a large forest, which was one of the lands of Lord Black. The forest was surrounded with a huge silver fence, but was also ridiculously large - the wolves wouldn't feel trapped, given that the forest was twenty square kilometers. The portkey was a freely given woven bracelet that went on the ankle. It grew with the wolf, so it wouldn't rip when the werewolf changed.

It was also two-way. Thus, when the wolves began to turn back into humans, they would be dropped into the place they were before. It was for all ages, and no names necessary - just walk into the Black Ancestral home where Andromeda Black-Tonks would make them swear never to hurt her or her family (a long list, which included one Harry Potter), and then she gave them a portkey. For free. She also gave them each a book on Occlumency, and made them promise they would do their best to learn it.

The boost on the work force after the law was astounding. The ankle bracelets were easily hidden under a pair of pants, so it wasn't obvious who was and wasn't a werewolf.

Remus, too, got a bracelet. Moony was very happy with this new development - he had packmates, open air to run around in, and was given the body one a month. Life was perfect.

And of course, Rita did a long series of articles on the new law, how it affected werewolves, the effect of Occlumency on werewolves according to Remus, and really, as long as the were-children had those portkeys, couldn't they study at Hogwarts as well? It would make them full-fledged society members, and they wouldn't be able to hurt other students because they wouldn't even be at Hogwarts when they were wolves!

"...And just in case, why not make Occlumency a required course? After all, the average students' grade had suddenly increased a few years ago (right about the time Harry had forbidden teacher bias based on houses, as a matter of fact), so why not just teach them Occlumency? It helps fight against Imperio and Veela allure and was just another form of DADA, really," Door continued summarizing the article over breakfast.

Naturally, the actual article written by Ms. Skeeter was far more persuasive and well-written, but Door's translations meant that no one had to try to read the article.

"And, yeah, some toad-lady in pink is going on about how werewolves are lesser beings. But the Death Eaters are all mostly dead, and the ministry wards mean most people are inclined to disagree, so the article on her POV is short. Plus there's no facts to support her POV, which everyone notices." Door quickly added.

Harry smiled to himself. It would be interesting to have a were-wolf classmate, he decided, especially since there weren't too many were-wolf children. The law was, of course, going to be accepted. Bones, Dumbledore, and Black were going for it, and all of the light supporters as well - Prewett (now Weasely), Diggory, Longbottom, with quiet a lot of Neutral support as well - Davies, Greengrass - and as most of those against allowing werewolves into Hogwarts were underage (as the adults were mostly dead Death Eaters), the motion was quickly passed.

Really, these new ministry compulsion wards were working wonders. He was really glad of this - it was March, now, and he was going to Hogwarts in September; he really would like to have some cool friends. Sure, Remus was a werewolf, but he was a teacher, not a friend, and Tonks the metamorphmagus was really older than him, she was more of a sister than a friend, as was Fleur, who had a lot more Veela power than she liked to admit.

He didn't know anyone normal, did he?

Ah well.

"Hey Sirius... let's set up muggle tripwires in the bathroom, so if someone sits down, a bunch of pink paint will be poured all over them! And then practice my animagus form. And then you'll go to start kissing Rita, yuck..."

After all, he had to use his time with Sirius wisely - he was going to Hogwarts in September, and Sirius was going to start auror training at the same time, so they would both be very busy...

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Harry flew through the air. He had received his school letter, gone to Gringotts, found out that Albus Dumbledore had his key, Andromeda had put an illusion on Remus to make him seem older, and then Remus and Sirius went to Dumbledore, begging to take Harry to Diagon Alley. Dumbledore handed over the key.

Remus and Sirius portkeyed back to Gringotts, the goblins took Harry to his trust vault, and he almost fainted.

That was a LOT of gold. Except... He turned to Sirius and Remus.

"This has to last me all seven years. I can use my Mother's old things, right? Considering that you told me that on the last day of school, my Father burned all his school books?"

Door had insisted early on that money was like favors - either everyone owes each other and is owed a lot, so no one can keep track or really cares and they all help each other out (i.e., everyone is poor or everyone is rich - communism done wrong or right), or all the favors/money owed is kept track of, so you spend both carefully, wisely, and save them up as much as possible (normal capitalism).

Also, he really hated shopping. Sirius laughed.

"Sure thing, Prongslet. Lily-flower put her old books in Godric's Hollow, so maybe we'll get your wand - wait, you got yours already, sorry - your robes, your potions ingredients and DADA and Occlumency textbooks, but that's it. The rest of the list is exactly the same. And the only thing Lily wrote in her books were short explanations or some such, they'll only help. So. Grab a fair bit of money - in case you have to bribe someone - and let's go get your stuff!"

"But, because Hogwarts is a school, you're not going to have to bribe anyone, because there are good, responsible teachers in the school. Right, Harry?" Remus asked in the voice that may or may not be sarcasm - you never really knew. The goblin driving the cart back up to the lobby smirked.

"Of course, Remus. Sirius meant that I need to take enough money so I have some left over after I get my things, 'cause the third years can go to Hogsmede, and, you know, I might want to buy some candy off of the older kids." Harry's voice was far too innocent. Sirius laughed. The goblin's smile widened, scaring all three people into silence.

For the first time in ten years, Sirius and Remus went to Godric's Hollow. Harry didn't remember anything from the old house apart from a flash of green light.

Richard and Door simply raised an eyebrow at the destruction, while Andromeda lowered her head in thanks to James, Lily, and Harry.

Tonks and her father refused to come here.

There was a moment of silence, as Sirius and Remus tried - and failed - to hide their tears. Slowly, Sirius collected James' and Lily's wands, while Remus went to the library/dining room to collect Lily's old school books. They were stacked neatly by year, next to her trunk, which was covered in runes for safety. Lily had re-made the trunk in her sixth year, so now it had several compartments - one for clothes (that was basically a giant wardrobe), one for books (that was basically a bookshelf), one for knick-nacks, which was just an empty room where you can throw in your toothbrush and your broom-care-kit.

She was brilliant, and so careful, so unlike James... his trunk had burned down when he tried to change it; Lily managed to superimpose three different spaces on top of each other. Just opening the trunk led to the books, but opening the trunk while touching the tiny picture of the shirt drawn onto the front opened the wardrobe, and opening the trunk while pressing the circle-picture led to the open space.

While Door carefully took Lily's and James' wands away and gave them to Harry, Andromeda led Sirius out of the house and back to Door's manor so he could grieve. Then, Richard went upstairs, leading the way as Door and Harry followed slowly behind. Slowly, he pulled a trembling Remus off of Lily's trunk, and god, Remus was de-aged and in his early twenties, and he looked so young and lost.

Richard pulled the man into a crushing hug, before suddenly Tonks appeared. She hadn't yet completed her apparition license, so Andromeda had made her a portkey.

Nymphadora Ingress Tonks gently pulled Remus out of Richard's arms and led him out of the house.

"We have some time to find their graves, so let's go say goodbye."

And with that, Door, Richard, and Harry were left inside the house.

Harry swallowed. Richard sighed, put Lily's books and Harry's parents' wands into her trunk (he just opened it and threw everything in; Harry could sort it out later), and dragged it out of the house. The three began to walk home through the sewers.

On platform 9 and 3/4, seventh year Nymphadora Ingress Tonks kissed Remus goodbye, as did first year Harry Potter. As they got onto the Hogwarts express, Harry grinned.
"Ready for mayhem and magic?"

"I've been causing and using both for six years, pipsqueak! Are you ready?"