Adgras was a goblin making his rounds in the bank. Surely, his race claimed Gringotts was very safe, yet various attempts on stealing were made once in a while. Luckily the only successful break in without being caught only broke into an empty vault - hence the bank's reputation remained excellent.

Adgras job was to double check the wards on doors, feed various magical beasts that were keeping more ancient vaults safe - Nundus, dragons and other things.

He just reached the Lestrange vault, and touched the stone doors with his palm.

His brows furrowed in confusion, then eyes opened wide in recognition - the wards were broken! In the same way as that one empty vault three years ago!

He took an odd looking device from his pocket and soon alarms were ringing in the tunnels - his superiors would hopefully dispatch more personnel soon to investigate and assess the damage.

Being the closest goblin around it was his duty to check the damages… With a pained heart he swiped his finger on the door and watched it open - the vault of the Lestrange family had quite a lot of gold, it would be devastating to see it all gone!.

He sighed upon noticing the state of the vault - it was empty! Completely empty!

Suddenly he felt a push as he fell to the floor. Quickly turning around his eyes met another pair of eyes. Human eyes. He clutched his head in pain - as his eyes widened in panic - it's him! The one from fourteen years ago! He's back!

Adgras tried to reach a runic device in his pocket to warn the others. If he died others would know and send armed teams… Yet he wanted to pass a message. That it was not any intruder but him, the dark lord from fourteen years ago! Yet a green flash stopped him, just moments before he could reach the communication device.

Voldemort smirked - then he cut the dead goblin's arm away, as well as grabbed a ring of keys from his pocket before flying deeper into the vault. Being a dark lord required tremendous amounts of funds - he might as well take the opportunity to gather some, perhaps he would also find more… matching wands for himself. He quite liked his new body, yet the Lestrange wands he found… did not feel right in his hands.

I felt suffocating pressure as Dubmledore and Nagini-mort clashed. Well what I assumed to be Nagini-mort - the snake was nowhere to be seen, but that Voldemorts face did have some sort of scales in places - I did not have the luxury to look around, but perhaps I too displayed some odd characteristics of the notebook..

I could hardly identify the spells that were being cast, nor did I have the time to do so - I ducked, nearly avoiding another cutting curse coming my way.

The group of death eaters fighting me was dwindling, yet it was not an easy battle - I cursed as another stray spell was coming towards Harry's body. Rolling to the side, as if to dodge another spell, I quickly levitated a bunch of rocks to block the spell, before returning some nasty curses on my own.

I grinned as I heard a painful scream - another one down.

Not many were left - ones like Lucius Malfoy already ran away - of course after pretending to get hit by a spell - people like him just cared for benefits, if dark lord lost he could claim he was never there, if he won he could claim he was hurt and had to retreat - sure some punishment would be in order, yet his life would be secured.

I suddenly felt even more intense magic just behind me, cursing I grabbed Harry's body and rolled away - just in time as Nagini-mort unleashed Fiendfyre on the field. Thankfully Dumbledore seemed to hold an upper hand - he did not have as many wounds, yet he was still panting a lot - old age must have gotten to him. A watery dragon was keeping the snake-like form of the fiendfyre in check - I didn't even know what spell that was!

A sudden shout brought me back to the battle - "The boy is alive! Kill the boy!"

I cursed as I felt Harry slowly wake up - it was not the right time! It was just getting easier dealing with remaining death eaters, yet now they had another target to follow. One they must have noticed I tried my best to protect.

Room of requirements was full of golems - various magical creatures that could be made from practically anything. One lone Voldemort sat on top of the junk pile, inscribing complex runes on top of another golem made from a broken desk, a broken time turner, a few brooms that were still working and who knows what other magical junk.

A shiny diadem sat on top of his head - an ancient artefact made by Rowena Ravenclaw herself.

Suddenly a door opened and a small golem made from scraps of invisibility cape, broken quills and an ink bottle as well as a camera someone left behind, flew through the door-frame.

Diadem-mort touched the golem and grinned - "It looks like the old fool is out of castle. Splendid! Come my minions, it's time we take over Hogwarts!"

Thousands of golems gleamed with eerie green light as they marched towards the door with Voldemort following them behind with leisurely pace, dozens of wands he deemed 'decent' in his pocket. The room of lost things was truly a treasure trove if one knew a few mending charms.

Severus Snape cursed - being the headmaster he had access to the wards of the school. The wards that were silent for most of the year. Well only triggering in the start of the school year as some idiot managed to bring a dark artefact in school….

Yet now…. On the wall of the office laid open a map of the school with moving dots. Having access to school wards Snape could easily replicate a somewhat similar map to Marauders - god knew how James and his gang accessed the Hogwards wards without headmasters authority!

Countless dark dots kept showing up on the seventh floor. Initially only one flew around - which Snape assumed some older student just made - that in fact happened multiple times last year. Yet now…

He saw a new dot appear on the seventh floor. One not meant for dark magic trinkets, but for people - moving closer he read the name as he felt blood drain from his face - "Tom Riddle….."

Shouts of the previous headmasters portraits brought him back from stupor. Severus tried a few times, until he finally pushed the fear away and his fully corporal patronus quickly departed. Then he activated the school's defensive wards - headmasters authority was in his hands, it would be a shame to not use it.

Amid the chattering of armour and stone - as all school 'decorations' came to live. Severus gulped down a full vial of Felix Felicis, before rushing out of the office, his cape fluttering behind.

Colt Bucks was reading the latest Daily Prophet in his office far away from the main cells of Azkaban. He did not like his current post - he was one of the unfortunate ministry personnel who had the misfortune to be assigned warden duties for the whole month!

All the screams and dementor exposure… Even while staying far away from them, those dreaded creatures still managed to drain positive thoughts - this was why one could only be a warden for a month at most, before taking a break of a year or two - that's how long it took to truly recover.

He took another sip of coffee and then resumed the newspaper - it was an extra print of the day and had some interesting latest news! Apparently just after the Triwizard tournament Harry Potter simply disappeared! And just shortly after Alastor Moody was revealed to be an impostor who somehow escaped Azkaban!. He was glad to see that Barty Crouch Jr would be rejoining his cell soon.

But then a random thought surfaced in his mind - 'why haven't I heard any screams lately?'

Sure he liked the new peace, yet it was…. Eerie quiet.

*Knock* *Knock*

Startled, Colt spilled his coffee on the newspaper, before hurrying towards the door - he was not expecting visitors… Yet wizards with enough authority to even reach his office were bound to be big shots!

Opening the door he saw a young gentleman who looked like fresh out of Hogwarts, perhaps a year older at most. Habitually, his eyes jumped to his hand where he saw a familiar ring - then his eyes widened in surprise - being a head of a sacred twenty-eight family at such a young age! Still he did not recognise the ring…

"How can I help you, mister… ?"

The young wizard's eyes gleamed as if amused - "you can call me Mr Riddle, I am looking for the wands and personal items of wizards detained here, I believe it's somewhere here?"

Colt flicked his wrist as his wand flew to his hand - "Why do you want such a thing?"

The door of his office opened as a group of prisoners stormed in, along with dozens of dementors flying in. Such close proximity to dementors made Colt freeze in one place, not even seeing Mr Riddle taking his wand away from his outstretched arm.

"Hmm, thirteen inches, yew, dragon heartstring… Unfortunately not as good as my grandfather's one" - Mr/ Riddle stretched his hand towards the pale faced Colt - "Say, perhaps you want to join us as we revolutionise the wizarding world together? Decide fast! My new minions are quite hungry you see, you have only been feeding them scraps for years!"

Colt shook his head - no way he would join those murderers - he joined aurors to avenge his dead relatives! No way he was joining them! Even death was better than that…

"Well, I tried to be polite" - Voldemort turned towards dementors flying around the young auror - "he's all yours"

Amid the screams and laughter he let out a smirk and walked towards the confiscated items cupboard - it was truly a stupid prison where wizards wands were simply held there - no matter, it will all change when he takes over! He was unclear how it happened, but he was glad to have his young and charming body back. It would surely make recruiting minions for his grand case… easier.

Madame Maxime's eyes furrowed as she saw a patronus coming towards her - as soon as it opened its mouth she recognized whom it was from - Severus Snape! The newest headmaster of Hogwarts!

The message contents however were worrying… It said the dark lord was back and was currently in Hogwarts - while telling those who are able and willing to join the fight while those who are not to run away.

Madame Maxime picked her wand as her loud sonorous enchanted voice resounded through the whole carriage, repeating the message.

Just minutes after she could happily see nearly all of her students assembling and when she joined them, they marched towards the school at a quick pace - they could already see smoke rising from some of the towers and various suits of armour and a few… golems? Made from junk of sorts? Dropping out from the windows.

Britain was not the only country where dark lords caused problems - many of Beauxbatons students held a grudge against Girmderwald. If they are not taken down quickly… that situation could repeat itself. Thankfully all students who arrived there were potential triwizard cup candidates - they were already prepared to lay their lives away.

In the basement of Grimmauld place, one lonely elf was concentrating one very overpowered cutting charm on a small locket lying in a runic circle. It was in fact thrashing around - as if about to escape - Kreacher gazed at it with laser focus - was it moving because it was afraid? He trained his magic ever since that day master Regulus entrusted destruction of that locket to him. Perhaps today was the day - his eyes gleamed with hope and magic as he pointed his arm forward.

A deep gashing cut appeared on the locket before it finally broke free of the wards holding it in - quickly it morphed into a male figure, there was the same wound on its chest that locked just got momentarily. Unlike the locket healing its cuts every time Kreacher tried its destruction in the past… This wound stayed, blood rushed out as the figure loudly cursed and pointed his slightly trembling arm to the house elf.

Kreacher was exhausted - all his magic he saved up spent on that last spell. A tear built up on the corner of his eyes - 'Master Regulus… It seems I have failed you'

The door was suddenly struck open as Sirius Black walked in while shouting, wand in hand - "Kreacher, how many times do I have to…" - he stopped mid sentence as he noticed another man in the room. One with quite familiar features as his face twisted in anger.

Voldemort did not sit still as well - he dropped the elf and hastily tried to deal with the wizard instead - not having any wand on hand made his abilities… quite limited.

Sirius rolled to the side, somehow anticipating the furniture pushed towards him - years of gruelling auror training somehow remained in his instincts, even after a long stay at Azkaban.

Voldemort was like a slippery eel - somehow dodging the spells as if knowing where it was coming beforehand - yet he could not do much without a wand on hand.

Sirius did not rush blindly, fury and focus on his face - the most cornered opponent is the most dangerous one. He also shot his spells in a way that forced his opponent to move towards the rooms which had no spare wands, or dangerous dark artefacts lying around.

Voldemort finally made a mistake - the deep gash on his chest was bleeding quite a lot with all this dodging, soon he was binded and laid on the floor.

He tried wandless legilimency, but alas, as all aurors his opponent was quite well protected in the mind… Especially against the weak wandless version… If only he had a wand…. He cursed. Well perhaps he would break those restraints soon enough - it was doable with wandless magic, after all…

"Take that for James!"

*Smack!*

Voldemort teeth flew away as Sirius hit him hard with his fist

"For Lily!"

*Smack!*

"Take that, for leading my relatives astray!"

*Smack!*

Tears were flowing down Sirius cheeks as he beat down his opponent.

"For all those years…. I had to stay rotting in Azkaban!"

*Smack!*

"For all those poor souls who were harmed by you!"

Sirius was panting, his vision blurry from tears, his knuckles were bloody, and quite a few teeth were laying on the ground nearby as he closed in to deliver one more blow, yet Voldemort smirked - well it was hard to tell with his bloodied face - but he caught the incoming fist in a palm and his other hand grabbed the wand from his opponent.

Sirius could only curse as he was held in air by the dark wizard's outstretched arm. He regretted never taking time to learn wandless magic apart from some parlour tricks.

"You never were a true Slytherin, were you, Black? Any last words?"

Sirius struggled as he felt the hold on his neck slightly release, then he spat on the dark lord's face - if he was going down, no way he would entertain that fellow! Being a trained prankster somehow managing to hit him straight in the eyes.

Voldemort cursed as his beat down face finally lost composure, he raised his wand forward and uttered his favourite spell.

"So be it Black! Avada Kedavr…"

*Pop*

The spell could not be uttered fully, as Kreacher had finally regained enough magic to join in the fight. One simple apparition was all he needed as a kitchen knife was embedded in the dark lord's heart from behind.

"For Regulus" - a quiet murmur followed and both Sirius and Voldemort's eyes widened.

But while Sirius regained his composure shortly, the dark lord did not, in fact he let out his last breath at that surprised moment.

Soon Kreacher dumped the dead body to the fireplace and set it to burn as tears welled in his eyes - 'It burns to ashes! Master Regulus' final task is finally completed!'

Sirius sat nearby the elf, pushing a handkerchief towards him.

"Here, I think you need that"

The elf took it and brushed his tears away - "Thank you, for helping me fulfil Regulus' final wish… Perhaps you truly are a worthy Black after all"

Sirius chuckled - "I always thought he was a dark lord minion, yet today I learned otherwise. I think you have quite a story to tell about my brother"

The two sat and chatted while watching one body fade away in flames. It was quite an eventful day today.