Sirius Orion Black, the third of his name in the line of Hercules, heir to the Black family fortune and title was feeling rather dizzy. He remembered heading towards Catanduva in Sao Paulo state and from there he was going to head to Sao Paulo city to that branch of Gringotts to get more money. News of his escape hadn't reached that part of the world and even if it did they wouldn't follow that kiss on sight order that was implemented because a) they despised the dementors, b) they made it a policy to interrogate criminal's who are wanted in other countries first -as was the policy of many other magical communities- instead of just handing them over.

Sirius would be a special case though because many places demanded to see his trial transcripts as proof of his guilt but never received any so they called off their search parties at the moment until they got them. Too bad they wouldn't be getting any.

As Sirius took a break in an abandoned hut, he was hit in the back with a stunner. Now he woke up strapped to a chair with a group of people in front of him. One he recognized or at least he thought he did.

"Harry?" He asked the person who looked like his godson.

"Hey Sirius," The healthier looking Harry said. His voice was deeper though not as deep as Thomas'. His scar had faded and he wasn't wearing glasses anymore. His hair looked tame as opposed to that birds nest that it usually looked like. He wasn't painfully thin anymore but he wasn't ridiculously proportioned either. His frame was just right for his age. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm strapped to a chair," Sirius said dryly and there were a few chuckles. "Where are we? Who are all these people? And why do you look so different?"

"Headquarters, friends and family, and I just went through a cleansing ritual." Harry answered tiredly. "But that's not important right now; what is important is clearing your name." Sirius opened his mouth but Harry continued. "We have people here who can help with that."

Ironfang and Ragnok moved forward from behind the non-goblins and Sirius blinked at them.

"King Ragnok?" He said to the more regal looking goblin.

"Hello Mr. Black," Ragnok nodded. "This is master teller Ironfang and we are here to help clear your name." He declared and Sirius was immediately skeptical which showed on his face because the goblin king smirked slightly. "We are getting nothing out of this Baron Black though we could do great harm to wizards and witches or the lies told by Mr. Crouch and former Minister Bagnold who gave us their assurances -as well as false documentation- to your guilt. We are in the process of correcting the majority of that but we do need your help."

Sirius frowned and shifted in his chair. His parents had ranted and raved about the fact that goblins had control over wizarding assets but he didn't mind them so much. He didn't trust them entirely but it had nothing to do with what they were and more so to do with the fact that they basically had him -and everyone else that had accounts with them- by the balls when it came to money. While Sirius was hardly greedy, he coveted the money his uncle Alphard had given him when he ran away at the age of sixteen. It was the last gift his uncle had given him before he was shunned by the rest of the family and blasted off of the family tree. Alphard Black had faded into obscurity before dying in 1978 from being cursed by a book that grew hands and began to strangle him. His sister and Sirius' demented mother, Walburga, had cursed one of Alphard's favorite books before she had passed on to get back at him for helping her blood traitor son.

"How can I help you," Sirius began. "I am not in any position to do so."

"Well you can start by claiming your title of Lord Black-"

"No!" Sirius bellowed at the goblin king who stared at him in surprise. "I refuse! I -"

Thomas swiped his hand to the side and Sirius was smacked on the left side of his face, stopping him mid rant.

"You do realize that had we been in Gringotts, you would have been gutted for yelling at King Ragnok do you not?" Thomas asked the grim animagus who glared at him. "Just because you were sorted into house filled with brash people does not give you the right to act brash - especially towards people who want to help you prove your innocence so you can be with what little family you have left!" He snarled and Sirius flinched at his words - not even bothering to defend his old house.

"Thomas," Harry of 94 said sharply. "That's enough so back off." He ordered and Thomas turned ever so slowly to him. Two sets of green eyes met one another and glared.

"Because he is family and because I respect you, Hadrian, I will let what you just did slide - for now." Thomas hissed at Harry who just continued to glare. "Do not presume to think that you can order me around or I will remedy that notion very quickly." After a few more moments, Harry nodded stiffly as he realized that what he said was the wrong thing to say but Thomas was in the wrong as well.

Thomas turned back to Sirius, "You don't want your title then fine but you need to officially state that or take it and name a regent until your heir is of age to accept." He said firmly.

"The only heir that was named to receive anything from me is Harry," Sirius flatly stated though he was very wary of Thomas. He felt...off to Sirius. He had a presence, Sirius had decided. A strong presence; a different presence but a presence none the less. One that didn't immediately put him off but made him feel uneasy though that may have been because his animagus form was freaking out at the moment. "And since I was disowned-" He continued hotly to try and get his point across but he got cut off.

"No you weren't," Bertram interrupted him. It was decided that only those who had ties to the Black family and were of age would handle this meeting. "Just because you were blasted off the tree and just because your mother said so, does not mean you were ineligible of gaining the Black family title."

"But I was imprisoned-"

"Illegally," Artorius said dryly. "And since you never bent the knee to anyone from a lesser house or took their symbol; the title is yours. Even if you did either of those things, Harry would still inherit anyway because he is the only one from the main line left to inherit through his grandmother Dorea. If he wasn't here, it would probably go back to the crown or something." He looked to Ragnok who nodded at him.

"All of the old houses recognizes the power the crown holds and if their lines end, their monies and assets are given to the crown until someone can lay claim to them if possible otherwise they will remain." The goblin king murmured. "That's what happened to some of the old families when their lines died out. Like the house of Harkrider, or the house of Ayresman, to name a few. House Peverell, while gone in name, actually lives on through the Potter family because a daughter of that house married into the Potter family. The only ones left now that are truly themselves is Potter, Black, Bones, Macmillan, Abbot, and Longbottom."

"We're not asking you to rule over the Wizengamot or the dark faction Sirius," Harry said quietly. "Let's be honest with ourselves - even if we can prove your innocence and that you haven't gone insane, no one will follow you or consider you a threat when it comes to politics. They won't grant you custody of me either but this way you could at least do some damage for what's happened to you. But in order for you to do that, you need to take what is yours so we can help you."

Sirius stared at his godson with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to rant and protest to doing this. He well and truly hated his parents and their pureblood dogma. He was disappointed in his brother for becoming a Death eater and he didn't really want to think about his other relatives except maybe Narcissa, Andromeda, and his grandfather, Arcturus. They were the only ones that he had a civil relationship with and he was particularly close to Andromeda.

On the other hand, he had no alternative methods of clearing his name and as much as he hated to admit it, this might be his only shot.

"What do I need to do?" Sirius said, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Harry walked over to him and patted his shoulder.

"It will all be worth it Padfoot," He murmured as Ragnok stepped forward, a scroll in one hand, a dagger in the other.

"You will need drop some of your blood onto this and repeat the oath that is written," Ragnok told him as the restraints that Sirius was in disappeared. He took the offered scroll reluctantly and began to unroll it. After reading through the oath, he placed the paper in his lap and took the dagger before nicking his pointer finger. Three drops of blood fell onto the paper which began to glow.

"I do solemnly swear to uphold the value of family and protect those who share my blood and bear my name," Sirius solemnly intoned as he began to be surrounded by black fire. The Black's, true Blacks at least, could produce hellfire without question. It was one of the few family talents that they had which had now become a rarity. Sirius had done this once before when he was about four years old and that was the first and only time his parents had been proud of him His grandfather had been proud as well but he could tell that his grandson was scared about being able to do that. "I will make my ancestors proud and make my enemies tremble at the mere mention of my name - Sirius Orion Black. The Black of Black, the Baron Blackmoor and Lord of an Ancient and Noble house!"

The glow on the paper began to brighten before it started to dim. Sirius handed the parchment and dagger back to Ragnok, "It's done," He said flatly. "Now what?"

Harry clasped a hand on his godfather's shoulder, "There's someone you need to meet," He turned to Artorius. "This is Artorius, he's our cousin from the Colonies - and my suggestion for the regent of House Black."

AUGUST 14, 1994

12:06 PM

THE BURROW

Harry, Thomas, Tanya, Artorius, Bertram, Wilfred, Embry, Irina and two others walked over towards the Weasley's house with lots of bags where they were greeted by Arthur and his oldest son William. Both stared at the last to people with surprise.

"Grandma? Grandpa?" William said to them. "What are you doing here?"

"Is that all you have to say to your darling Grandmother, William?" Cedrella Weasley nee' Black asked as she stepped forward and pulled her eldest grandson into a hug. Her features were a stark contrast to her son and his children. Her eyes were grey and her hair was dark as night where as her children and grandchildren had flaming red hair with brown or blue eyes. In the old timeline, Cedrella had died from a heart attack in 1995 and her husband followed soon after. Out of respect for the family - Harry left that out of the books and films along with the death of Arcturus Black in Harry's first year.

"Sorry," Bill muttered as he hugged his grandmother. He loved his grandparents dearly and often wondered why they hadn't come around frequently when he was younger. As he grew older he realized that his mother and his grandmother did not get along and eventually, both of his grandparents stopped coming around altogether. They wrote from time to time but it wasn't the same. Bill didn't blame his grandmother though as he took the first chance he had to get out of the country not too long after he graduated just to avoid his mother. "It's just-"

"I know little one, I know," Cedrella pulled back and patted his cheek affectionately. She had always referred to her grandkids as little ones even though they were no longer little. "I love what you've done with your hair," She eyed the long mane her grandson was sporting before peering at his dragon tooth earing. "And what's this?" She raised an eyebrow as she grasped the earing in question as her husband and son embraced each other.

"Just a new addition," Bill shrugged as he glanced at the people he didn't know. "Hello, Bill Weasley." He stuck his hand out to the first person close to him which was Artorius. Cedrella smacked his chest lightly.

"I wish all of you would stop shortening your names," She chided and her husband chuckled.

"Come now, Ella," Septimus Weasley began but stopped when his wife glared at him. Her grey eyes pierced his brown ones and he held his hands up in surrender. He and Arthur had a lot in common. Both started losing their hair when they were young, both had a strong sense of pride and both were completely whipped when it came to their wives.

"Artorius Black," The lion animagus shook Bill's hand firmly with his free hand.

"He's our cousin from the colonies," Cedrella said. "So are the rest except for Embry and Irina," She nodded to the two people in question. "And of course, you know young Hadrian here."

"Hello Mr. Weasley," Harry said politely. He had always liked Arthur regardless of how he felt about Molly and Ron.

"Harry?" Arthur frowned." You look -" He struggled for the right word.

"Different," Harry supplied with a nod.

"Yes," Arthur's frown did not increase but he didn't lose it either. "Harry where have you been? Ron showed us the letter you wrote saying that you had left your relatives house. We have come to get you later for the cup; why didn't you wait?" Harry had written not to long after he left Privet drive saying that he wouldn't be there and that he would keep in touch

"That would be our fault," Bertram began. "We decided to pay Harry a visit and his relatives took offense. Mind you we didn't contact them before hand but how were we to know that they hated wizard kind and thought them to be freaks?"

Cedrella was muttering under her breath about muggles and lack of respect. Her husband scowled at nothing in particular. Bill narrowed his eyes until they were slits and Arthur just frowned even more. Thomas picked up the conversation.

"We only wished to talk to Harry to see how he was doing," He murmured. "Our governments don't really like one another so coming here before was always uncertain but since the U.S. was invited to the world cup even though we're not in the final, it seemed like a good idea to come and talk. Imagine our surprise when Harry's relatives practically pissed on the graves of Lily and James Potter, insulted Harry and magic users in general - all in the same sentence- while feeling totally justified in doing so. There was no way we were letting him stay with them so he came with us." He shrugged before offering Bill his hand. "Thomas Black," Bill shook his hand and noticed that his hand was a lot warmer than most but didn't comment. "This is my wife Tanya." Bill noticed the massive temperature difference when he shook the strawberry blonde's hand but again didn't comment.

More introductions were made before Thomas spoke again.

"How about we take this over to the house," He suggested. "We brought some food and the weather is nice so how about a little lunch?" He asked as he held up the bag he was holding. There were nods of agreement though, those with good hearing heard Cedrella mutter 'at least I won't have to eat that Harpy's cooking.'

As they walked closer to the house, Thomas reflected on what happened recently and what he learned about the changing timeline.

After extensive checks, they opened chest in the house. To their surprise and confusion, the chest was much bigger on the inside. So big that there was at least a ten foot drop. Many looks were exchanged before Thomas offered to go down.

"I'm coming with you," Embry said firmly as their mates and the mothers of their children coughed and raised their eyebrows at them.

"You would leave us both behind," Tanya asked her husband. She saw his eyes flicker towards the children; Embry did the same. The message was clear - at least one parent had to stay with them.

"We'll go with you," Artorius said firmly with Bertram and Wilfred nodding in agreement.

"So will I," Esmeralda shuffled over to them and peered down into the chest. She held out her hand, palm facing upwards, and a ball of light floated above it. She let the ball drop into chest to provide more light then there was before. They all drew their weapons except Esmeralda who always conjured or transfigured one if she needed to. They all nodded to their friends before dropping one by one. They stood in a circle, eyes darting around, looking for any danger. From what they could see there were a few tables in the trunk.

There was a sudden burst of light that swept through the trunk and torches that were on the walls they couldn't see lit up. While the drop was at least ten feet, the room was massive - about the size of parking building floor. There were tables with tomes and scrolls on them and there were chests and weapon racks with various weapons from various cultures.

Thomas noticed that a scroll on one of the tables was glowing. After checking to make sure that there wasn't any traps on it, Thomas picked it up and opened it. The others alternated between peering at him and looking around the room. They watched as Thomas' eye widened before he rushed over to them.

"This is what I saw!" He cried before looking up at the opening they came through which had several people looking into it. "Come on down!" He called over to them. "It's safe!"

As more people entered the room Thomas turned back to the parchment and continued to read.

The parchment had a picture of the weapon known only as the Omega Blade which was forged by Ares himself in the depths of the Underworld using one of the abandoned forges of Hephaestus, his younger brother and forger of some of the finest weapons on Mount Olympus, save for the weapons used by the King and his brothers.

It was made as a weapon to end the life of any surrounding area -or anything - that the wielder wanted it to. Buildings would crumble, fields of crops would die, rivers would dry up, and any living thing would turn to ash under it's power. Ares named it the Omega Blade after the last letter in the Greek Alphabet as symbol of the end that would be brought by the wielders hand which, in this case, happened to be a coven leader who had no qualms with destruction.

It wasn't unbeatable in the least but it was difficult to do so without the metals used by the Gods - which was on the weapons rack and in the chests. There was a scroll that said they needed to combine their weapons with the metal which would give them an advantage over the blade because both had been enchanted with different kinds of magic that would counter the magic the blade has. It was an easy process to do -They only needed to place their weapons near the metal in question and the two would combine- and they wouldn't need to melt down their weapons but they would change anyway.

Those who used weapons were reluctant to do so because they worked so hard on personalizing their weapons -Except for Thomas and Embry who were either gifted their weapon or chose it- but they steeled themselves and got to work. Thomas' weapon had grown until it reached five feet. There was no ring on the end and in it's place was a spike. The dragon scales on the handle became more defined and a blade not unlike a Bardiche was attached to the weapon. The blade was engraved with Polynesian designs.

Embry's Sicca had another Sicca attached to it but it faced the opposite direction. The blades themselves were longer and sharper. The handle was now black as opposed to silver with gold tribal engravings.

Tabitha's Javelin was now white instead of black and was affixed with circular blades on each end that resembled the golden coin shovel used in Asian weaponry. He sister's chain whip/rope dart combo now came with a longer handle and a three pronged dart and instead of being blue, it was the color of sea foam. Brady's sword was now red instead of gold. The handle wasn't round anymore and it was red and silver. Collin's Morningstar no longer had spikes on the head of it and the blade of a Khopesh was added to the handle.

Derek could always make his own weapons if he wanted but he preferred to take the energy -no matter what it was- and throw it back at his opponent. His sister Danielle never really felt the need for weapons either because her power of sound manipulation was used for stealth or distraction though she did receive a dagger made from this new process as did Derek.

The vampires would use their superior abilities against their weaker cousin's save for the one with the blade. The hybrids apart from the children would help evacuate the campsite or battle the Death Eaters along with a few of the wolf shifters and the statues. That was the plan they had come up with at the time but they were still fine tuning it.

Thomas then discussed the time line changes with the group.

"How much has changed so far?" Harry prompted Thomas.

"Not much, apart from the fact that all of you end up in America a lot sooner if you decide too and you basically destroy the government when you do so,"

"How does that work?" Embry frowned.

"In order for the Wizengamot to make any laws or deal with any other business all active seats must convene," Harry told him. "The Potter seat at the moment is in a state of limbo because I am not old enough to take the seat nor am I the head of my house so I can't assign a regent to do my bidding. The Black seat was in limbo until recently when Sirius named Artorius as regent. No one touched it before because you have to be a male from the direct line to take the title like Draco and I though most people assumed Draco was next in line since people seem to forget that my grandmother was a Black. If a seat is active but has no one to take it's place, the Wizengamot would be on hold until someone is named or selected to take it otherwise they can't do anything."

He paused for a moment to gather his words.

"There is a failsafe in the charter for the Wizengamot." He began. "The basic principle of it is if the Lords or Lady's of the Ancient and Noble lines feel that the government is not upholding the promise of keeping the people safe and being fair and just, then they, as a group, have the power to annul their oaths which would in turn disband the government until a new one could be put in place. The majority of the old families have to agree to it though but it could be done none the less. It's called the Power of the First."

"You need four votes since there are only six families left," Tanya murmured. "Unless of course, you happen to be descended from other ancient families apart from the Peverell's and such."

"Even if I was I wouldn't use them anyway," Harry said with a shake of his head. "I may be able to increase the chance of success for it but it could also come back to haunt me which is why I won't separate the House of Peverell from the House of Potter. Too many variables,"There's also a good chance that I may end up with another wife which I don't need because I am perfectly content with what I have. He thought to himself. His marriages were far from perfect, especially in the beginning but as the years rolled on they had managed to have a civil relationship.

"What about back home?" Emmett asked Thomas who pursed his lips together.

"The magical half of our family seems to be alright," He said. "I only say seems because it honestly depends on when all of you," He gestured to those from the British Isles. "decide to include them," He waved to Artorius and his friends. "until then, the timeline seems to be in a state of flux. The one thing that hasn't changed at all is the attack from the De Luca siblings; I think it's a fixed point in time."

"Fixed point in time?" Several people asked but they were answered by an unlikely source.

"It's an event that cannot be altered from the time stream," Embry informed them, almost absently. Not noticing the looks he was getting, he continued, "Trying to alter it would potentially destroy time and the past, present, and future could merge into one reality until it's fixed." This time he did notice the looks he was getting. "What?" He said defensively.

"Where on earth did you learn that?" Hermione asked him suspiciously.

"Doctor Who," Embry shrugged and Hermione just stared at him incredulously as did many other people.

"Anyway," Thomas said before more people could comment. "We'll have to play that by ear."

"And our side of the family?" Rosalie asked him. Thomas grimaced slightly at what he was about to say.

"Our side has remained intact - but so have our enemies," He lips curled and his teeth were bared as he spat out the next words which filled people with dread.

"The Volturi still live."

Thomas had known that there was a chance that the Volturi could still be around in this new timeline but he hoped against hope that they wouldn't be. They had nearly destroyed a family because they were afraid of their power, they had destroyed countless covens in the name of acquisition, and felt no remorse about it. The only king that Thomas pitied was Marcus because of what happened to his mate and he did not wish that on even his worse enemy.

In this new timeline, the confrontation took place on the same day but the bonds between Demetri and Tabitha, Randall and Danielle, Mary and Derek, and Maggie and Jack was established then and there as opposed to later on in the year. Aro still chose not to fight but it was with a heavy reluctance this time around as opposed to a tactical retreat. He was also very reluctant to leave Demetri behind but at the time he couldn't legitimize his reasoning for wanting them to come back to Volterra because guard members could leave anytime they wanted too -in theory at least- and there were too many witnesses much like what happened with Eleazar. So Aor decided to let them go for now until he had a chance to try and get what he wanted.

Another change in the timeline was that Thomas now had a brother and sister named Aidan and Sophia. His father would still die in this timeline but not until Thomas turned fourteen as opposed to when he was four. Tanya and Thomas bonded at Bella and Edward's wedding this time instead of when they came to help with the Volturi. Another thing that stayed the same so far was when they all had kids though from the look of it Leah's baby was now going to be another boy instead of the girl Thomas had seen before they traveled back in time.

Thomas shook himself as the group had made it to the Weasley's house where they could hear the Matriarch screeching at her children that lunch would be ready.

"And so we reach the living Howler herself," Cedrella muttered to her husband whose face became rather pinched because of the sound and what his wife said. He was really starting to wonder if coming here was a good idea knowing what kind of tone both his wife and daughter in law were going to use with one another.

They all followed Arthur into the house to begin what would be and interesting and potentially informative.