The day had started normally enough. Harry was making cheese and tomato toasties for breakfast. Mycroft was getting Luna out of bed. Medusa was sitting right outside the kitchen, eyes locked on the pan, and generously drooling.

"I'm not giving you any, no matter how pathetic you look. You've already had your kibble."

Medusa didn't even blink, though she let her tongue loll out.

"Hem," said the Sorting Hat, "if all you ever fed me was kibble, I'd be begging for better treatment too."

Flipping the toasties in the pan, Harry checked the silencing bubble around the hat was still up. Mycroft had agreed to let him sit above the stove, so long as he couldn't see or hear anything beyond the kitchen.

Stepping away to set the table, Harry made sure he was well outside the hat's radius before answering, "It's a good thing we don't feed you at all, then."

"I can sense you snarking at me," said the hat. He'd been around Holmeses too long and was already starting to deduce things. Though, people had probably snarked at it back in Hogwarts, too. Harry firmly believed Godric had given his hat brains as a prank, and had been laughing in his grave ever since.

The doorbell rang. Harry turned off the stove and followed Medusa to the door. "Hullo, Joan. Glad you could make it."

The woman rolled her eyes. "It's barely a hundred metre round trip, Harry. Though it is raining out. Maybe I should have worn a coat."

Laughing, Harry returned to the kitchen. Luna and Mycroft had made it to the table. Harry kissed them both on the cheek, set an extra place for Joan, and served up the first three toasties before making the next batch.

"You should have decorated," the hat said once Harry was in range. "It's not a proper Easter if you don't paint eggs. Celebrate, I always say. Celebrate life and fertility."

The buttered bread sizzled in the pan. "Hat, you're not fertile or alive." Harry drew his wand, tapping it against his chin. "I could decorate you, though. Here."

"What's this? Blasphemy!" it shouted, in a voice that could have rung out across the Great Hall.

"Relax, it's just a bunny ears charm." He returned to his cooking. Eurus came in, snorted at the hat, then snagged herself a half-finished toastie from the pan. "Good morning to you too, Eurus."

"This is supposed to be a time for family," the hat grumbled.

Harry ignored it in favour of buttering more toast.

"Hello, love," Mycroft said, stepping up behind Harry. "That smells amazing. Tasted amazing, too. Shall I take over so you might eat?"

"After I finish this batch, sure. How's Luna? She's usually faster to get up."

"Ah, well…"

Harry looked over at his husband, both brows raised. He still wanted to learn Amelia's one-eyebrow trick…one day, when he found the time.

"She's missing her big brother. She likes having everyone around on special occasions, you know that."

It made sense. "I'll talk to her."

"I could talk to her, too," the hat said. "I like the little witch. She has an interesting mind, if a bit loopy."

Mycroft scowled. "Silence yourself, hat, or I'll—"

"Actually," Harry said, grabbing it off the shelf and wrapping a napkin around his toastie. "I'm going to pick Sherry up from school. I'm sure Albus would love to have his hat back, anyway."

Mycroft nodded, taking the spatula in hand. "I thought you might say that. Be careful, Skeeter's book comes out today. They might not be in the best mood."

"I'll be fine, it's Hogwarts," Harry had answered, waving everyone goodbye. "There's no safer place."

.oOo.

Sherry looked so small and broken sitting on the Great Hall's marble floor.

Harry wanted to sweep him up and never let go. Instead, he put his left hand on Sherry's good shoulder and led him towards the floo.

When he'd arrived at Hogwarts an hour earlier, there had been barely a minute to prepare before he'd stormed the Great Hall. In that time, he'd gotten healing potions out of Severus, sent off several Patronus messengers, and explained to the Sorting Hat that he'd only wear it if, for once in its life, it actually shut up. He did this, while also listening to a Gryffindor Prefect report on what had gone down in the hall. All things considered, Harry had pulled off a damn fine rescue—but he'd always done best when flying by the seat of his pants.

It wasn't a rescue anymore, it was damage control. Sherry might have been a Dark Lord, but he was still frighteningly fragile and human. They could go to Severus, or Madam Pomfrey, or straight home to Harry's serviceable patch-up-Eurus kit.

None of those were right. They needed healers, specifically ones with the mettle to testify against Dumbledore.

The thing about being the Ministry of Magic was that a lot of people owed Harry favours. He walked his son right through St. Mungo's waiting room, past people who probably deserved to be treated first…but dammit, this was his son, and Harry couldn't stand to see him hurting.

"Healer Diggory," Harry said, walking into her office right after knocking. "Your paperwork deserves a break from you. Do you want to see an actual patient?"

The woman blinked at him through her coke bottle glasses. "Ah, Harry. I was just about to write. We've suffered another round of budget cuts, isn't it awful—"

"Healer Diggory, I'm not here as a bureaucrat, I'm here as a parent. Albus Dumbledore attacked my son."

Sherry, bless him, was half hiding between Harry and the door. He even conjured up a fresh round of tears when Healer Diggory stepped forwards.

"This is highly unusual," she said. "If it is as you say, we must follow procedure to the letter. Are you in pain, child?" She popped her head into the hall. "Healer Rosier! Get this young man into an examination room."

She ushered Sherry out and snapped the door shut behind him. "Harry, did you say Albus Dumbledore? Is he out of his mind? Is the school safe?"

"The Aurors had everything under control when I left." Harry swallowed his annoyance as best he could. He kept the explanation short. "Sherry—I mean Aries—got everyone out of the way when Albus and Gellert started duelling. Please, Ursula, his arm is badly broken."

Nodding sharply, she opened the door and led them down the corridor to where Sherry and Healer Rosier were waiting. The boy looked like he was going into shock. Harry wanted to hug him, but he knew Sherry wouldn't stand for it. He sat next to his son instead and took his right hand firmly in his own. Sherry probably wasn't fooled—Harry wasn't trying to comfort him so much as stop him from cursing anyone.

Healer Diggory had been a bureaucrat for over a decade. It made for terrible bedside manner and extremely efficient, textbook treatment. The report she and Healer Rosier were compiling was already five pages long.

Sherry pressed out a few more tears. Harry could tell when the bone-healing charm took, because he finally untensed.

"I'd like to go home now," Sherry said when he was all set with a sling and a prescription for Skele-Gro.

Harry could feel the boy's hand shaking within his own. "Right," he got up. "Thank you, Healers. If that's all, we'll be on our way."

.oOo.

Once they were home, Mycroft pulled Harry aside to join his whispered conversation with Eurus. Harry didn't know why they were bothering with secrecy. Sherry and Luna were sitting on the couch in the next room, with a very confused Medusa sprawled out between them.

Whatever they said in the kitchen, Luna would See the truth anyway, and Sherry had more eavesdropping charms littered around the house than Sirius had shed hairs.

"I'm worried about him," Mycroft said.

"No shit, Mycroft." Harry scrubbed at his face and sighed. "Look, I'll stay here with this lot. I need you two to make sure the case is airtight. Those old farts had a duel in the Great Hall during breakfast. Albus hired a Dark Lord as a professor. Gellert escaped from prison. By the way, maybe someone can undo that ageing ritual before people realise the implications. Eurus, if this family means anything to you at all, you'll be making sure those two men spend the rest of their lives locked behind bars, paying for their sins."

Mycroft stopped nodding along and cleared his throat. "When he says 'the rest of their lives,' Harry means their natural lifespans of at least another decade each."

Eurus looked a tiny bit disappointed. Through the kitchen door, Harry could see that Sherry looked disappointed too.

Harry heaved a sigh. "Look, I don't care how you do this. Use your clever brains and figure it out. I have more important things to be worrying about right now." Then he marched over to put the kettle on, and got out his hidden stash of Jaffa cakes.

Eurus and Mycroft hurried off, leaving Harry to face the children alone with only a tea tray for support. "Hey," he said, sitting down on the armchair that used to seat Holmes men, and nowadays mostly sat Medusa or Luna. "I made your favourite Darjeeling."

"I'm not in shock," Sherry said. He took a Jaffa cake and shoved it into his mouth whole.

"That doesn't mean you can't enjoy some tea and biscuits." Harry pushed the cup and saucer towards him, levitated Luna's mug into her waiting hands, and began turning a digestive into smaller and smaller crumbs.

"I wasn't expecting them to duel in the Great Hall," Sherry said once he'd had a second cake.

"I don't think anyone was expecting that. Well, maybe you were, Luna." He smiled at the girl before turning back to his son. "But Sherry, I think you reacted very well."

"I couldn't even touch them."

The disgust was coming off Sherry in waves. Harry didn't reel back, but it was a close thing. "Albus probably isn't that nice to touch anyway. He's all wrinkly."

Sherry snorted. "This isn't the time for your stupid jokes. I was supposed to be the Chosen One. I was supposed to vanquish the Dark Lord. And look what I accomplished?" He shrugged his newly healed shoulder. "Three bone-breaking curses. Albus wasn't even taking me seriously."

"I'm glad," Luna said in her usual dreamy voice, "that nobody eviscerated you. I'd be short my big brother, for one. I wouldn't have liked that at all."

Medusa whined and butted into her hand so that Luna would go back to stroking her ears.

Harry hid his smile at the confused expression on Sherry's face. "I know what you did, by the way," he said.

Sherry's scowl deepened. "Well I can't reciprocate. A sword hit you on the head, you cast an extremely overpowered Expelliarmus through it, taking out both Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the space of a minute."

Luna's eyes were impossibly wide. "Dad, I thought you and Papa were married."

Sherry very quietly groaned. Harry did not fight his instinct to pull her into the tightest of hugs. "No, Luna. I disarmed and stunned them. Mycroft and I are very happily married."

Sherry groaned a bit louder. "I don't want to hear about it."

Harry hid his face by leaning over to kissing the top of Luna's head. His heart felt fit to bursting with joy. His son had started his first life so angry, looking only to punish and later to reform the system that had made him. Now that same boy was draped dramatically across the couch, his fingers stroking absently through Medusa's fur.

"I don't know what might have happened," Harry said, "so I don't know how many lives you saved with your shield. But I do know that when the fighting started, your first move was to protect." He searched for what to say next. 'I'm proud of you,' or 'Thank you, son,' or 'You've changed for the better,' were all words that Sherry would not want to hear.

"You're a hero," Luna said. She did not blink as she stared at her older brother. "I think that Fate will stop sending you heliopaths now."

"It was definitely brave," Harry added, already knowing Sherry's response.

"Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity, don't you think?"*

Harry smiled and leaned into the sound of his people's voices in the back of his head. They were chattering at a loud but happy roar. If what Luna said was true, the last pieces of the prophecy were now fulfilled.

The Light Lord Albus Dumbledore, disarmed and on his way to Azkaban. The Dark Lord Grindelwald getting stripped of his facade and finished with his vengeance. And the Dark Lord Voldemort, still stroking Medusa's tummy, being as human as Harry had ever seen him.

"You know," Harry added, "I still have a lot of ideas on how to reform Hogwarts, and I'm sure you'll want to do something now that you've finished prying the school from Albus' clutches. Have you ever thought about teaching? Your heart's in the right place, I reckon."

Sherry sat up, causing Medusa to roll away. "I don't have a heart," he said. "Sentiment is for lesser men."

"I think sentiment is lovely," Luna said. "The word reminds me of bees, or humdingers."

Harry covered his face with his hands and sighed.

.oOo.

Harry was just about to dress after his shower when Mycroft swooped into the room.

"It's done," Mycroft said, falling back onto their bed with a groan.

"Sorry, what was that?" Harry pretended not to notice Mycroft's eyes on him as he towelled his hair and picked through his wardrobe.

"I said it's done."

Harry nodded, putting on a clean shirt and boxers, then sitting down next to Mycroft and undoing his cufflinks. Mycroft lay there with closed eyes and let himself be undressed.

"When are the trials, then?" Harry asked.

Mycroft just shook his head. "It's done. Moody used your and Sherry's memories. Some dignitaries came over from Germany to oversee Grindelwald's, but in the end they decided they can't hold him in their prison regardless. The two were taken to Azkaban an hour ago. It's done."

"Jesus." Harry tugged off Mycroft's slacks and socks, leaving him in his underwear and singlet. "That was fast." He pulled on the covers until they were both settled snugly in bed.

While Harry was using magic to hang Myrcoft's suit in the wardrobe, the man indulged in a long sigh. "Love, this is Eurus we're talking about. You gave her a mission. Better yet, you asked for her to do illegal, immoral things that require great finesse. Now, you owe her a big favour, so of course she was thrilled to help, and swift about it."

"I didn't ask for anything big, just a bit of proof planted about how Albus had been putting the safety and well-being of his students last."

Actually, that wouldn't have been easy at all. The foundations of trust their world had in Dumbledore had been crumbling during Gellert's smear campaign, but Albus had been busy burying evidence. Gellert, the old Dark Lord, would have needed plenty of persuasion too.

At some point over the past decade, Mycroft had learned to share information without Harry having to ask for it. "For Gellert," Mycroft said, "I believe she used Ernie as blackmail. He cooperated under the condition that Albus suffers with him, and that we take good care of his son."

"Oh Merlin, I'd forgotten about Bella." Harry rolled away from Mycroft onto his back. "Jesus, I'm a terrible Paterfamilias. What are we going to do about her and Ernie?"

"Terrible is a bit harsh. I'd describe you as more absent-minded, and occasionally negligent." Harry turned to raise his brows at the man, and Mycroft winced. "I suppose some deductions I shall continue to keep to myself?"

Harry spooned himself against Mycroft's side, grinning into Mycroft's hair. "You wouldn't be the same man I'm in love with, then." For a moment, they didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry."

"I know. I've already forgiven you."

"Oh." Mycroft sighed out a big breath. "Do we know what's happening to Hogwarts? Does Sherry want to complete the term?"

"She's a resilient school and Minerva's been running her for a long time already. Flitwick will be made Deputy. Sherry will be done with his NEWTs in no time, and then I hope he'll go back to teach. He always did want the defence position."

Mycroft shifted out of Harry's embrace to look at him. It wasn't too dark to see the surprise in the man's eyes. "You want him around children? That's…quite a responsibility."

"It's better than giving him a puppy. Sherry has good instincts. Besides, he likes teaching—you've seen him with Luna." They'd be able to do so much more good reforming the school from the inside instead of working via lobbying and ministerial decrees. Harry was excited to get started.

It was a bit like plunging into a whole new world. Sure, he'd made a bit of progress over the past years, but not enough. He wondered sometimes if that day would come, where he sat back and thought his work was finished.

"It's a good idea," Mycroft said, almost as if regretting he hadn't come up with it himself. "Let him carve out his own place. Yes, I can see it now."

"Well, unsee it for now. Sherry wants to tour the world first. He said just for a year, and I'm holding him to that. I don't want Luna going into school for the first time with nobody there to look out for her."

"A year? Without Sherry?" Mycroft sounded alarmed, maybe even worried.

Harry felt so much fondness for him. "He's already been gone for a year. It'll be pretty much the same."

It was strange how comfortable Harry had become in his role now. He'd stood up for himself and finally kicked Sirius out of the flat. He'd stood up for his son, though he'd made sure to wait until Sherry asked instead of pulling a Mycroft and sweeping in to fix everything.

And it was still sinking in, but he'd finally sent Albus to Azkaban. The man who had been a thorn in his side for almost a decade of political slog. The same man whom he had looked up to as a child, then looked down on as an adult, then looked across the table at while planning his escape into this universe.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Harry groaned into the pillow, taking his hand off of his husband's thigh.

Mycroft called out, "Come in, Luna." She trotted in, Medusa at her heels. "Did you have a nightmare, dear?"

"I've been Seeing things again," Luna said. "They're not bad, just really vivid." She climbed into the space between Harry and Mycroft. At least she'd brought her own blanket. Medusa jumped up and settled on Luna's feet.

This time, Mycroft was the one who groaned. Harry patted his head and wrapped Luna into a hug.

There was probably another prophecy building, but Harry was done with fate for the moment. In the back of his mind, he could hear his people churning and chattering.

Harry didn't care to listen. Right now, he wasn't the Ministry of Magic, or even Just Harry. In that moment, he was the person Mycroft called love, the person Luna called Dad. For the moment, that was plenty.

.oOo.

*This is a Sherlock canon quote, said by Mycroft in S1E1: A Study in Pink.