The scene shifts to Iola waking up after her visit with her father. "Iola!" Sirius rushed to lift her out of the water, "did it all go well?"

"I saw my dad," Iola whimpers, "he said he loves me."

"Oh Iola," Sirius scoops her into a hug, "it's going to be alright."

"He said to tell you thank you," Iola sobs, "and that he's glad that your my daddy."

"He did?" Sirius tears up, "he doesn't mind?"

"This is heartbreaking," Hestia Jones sobbed, "they deserve so much better."

"There, there," Dorcas offers her a tissue, "it'll be alright."

"What's going on Dad?" Benjy asks, "I think it's high time for explanations."

"I can do it if you need," Regulus put his hand on Sirius's shoulder, "I don't mind."

"Will we finally get an explanation for Regulus's involvement?" Fleamont asks no one in particular.

"I hope so," Regulus said, "I want to know how hard my future self had to bang my head to get involved in all this insanity."

"I take offense Baby Black," Lydia says, but isn't really offended.

"You start," Sirius gets up, "I'm going to get the package."

"You all know the story of the three brothers," Regulus began, "so I won't even bother. I'm going to start off by telling you that the truth can often be found in pieces of fiction. The three Peverell brothers were real people."

"We know that," Callie says, rolling her eyes, "we've been to their graves when visiting Auntie Lydia's."

"Sometimes I forget how clever you are," Regulus shakes his head, "anyways, Antioch was killed for the elder wand, which is currently held by Albus Dumbledore."

"You're the holder of the Elder Wand?!" people shout, "how?!"

"I won its loyalty in my duel with Gellert Grindelwald," Albus announces calmly, "it is not undefeatable."

"Interesting," Benjy mulls, "how would you know that Uncle Reggie?"

"Research," Regulus shrugs, "ever since the wizarding war, I've been a historical researcher alongside being a curse breaker."

"Oh," Benjy frowns, "that's less exciting than I thought it was."

"Sorry to disappoint," Regulus continues, "anyways, Cadmus Peverell died by his own hand, and left no heir. His stone was picked up by his younger brother Ignotus."

"So what happened to Ignotus?" Iola asks softly.

"Ignotus had asked death for a cloak that would shield from Death itself," Regulus elaborates, "and he hid. He married a woman and bore a son. His son had two daughters, Iolanthe and Valeria Peverell. They were the last Peverells to exist. Iolanthe married Hardwin Potter and Valeria married a man named Silas Gaunt."

"I'm named after Ignotus's granddaughter?" Iola breathed, "fascinating."

"Your mother met Iolanthe many times," Regulus explains, "she described her as a fiery woman, who was fierce to the enemy, but soft to family. She said that she wanted her daughter to be exactly like her, so she named you Iolanthe."

"When do I meet Iolanthe?" Lydia wonders, "I've already met the brothers, so I guess it makes sense."

"What does this have to do with anything?" Callie asks bored, "I hate history. You know that Uncle Reggie."

"I am unfortunately aware of that fact," Regulus shudders, "but this isn't irrelevant. The Potter family, since the times of Ignotus Peverell, have been the bearers of the role of Master of Death. The firstborn of the Potters inherits great powers, and is the world's intermediary with death."

"That's so cool!" Callie jumps up and down, "so Iola can scare the living daylights out of everyone! This has so much prank potential.

"Why are you so much like Lydia?" Regulus questions, "you've never even met her."

"I agree," Lydia cheers, "my niece is most definitely like me.

"I think she gets it from me," Sirius says as he re-enters, "as I am her father."

"A fact that you literally never shut up about," Regulus grumbles.

"Back to the point," Sirius hijacks explaining, "the Potter's relationship with Death is complex. He gives us control over him, simply because he enjoys being toyed with. He finds it exciting. He's weird like that. He fulfills our commands and wishes because he wants to, not because he must."

"Very well put Sirius," Fleamont smiled, "future you is extremely eloquent."

"Thanks Monty," Sirius thanked, "I appreciate the compliment."

"That's what fathers are for," Fleamont responded. Sirius had never felt so loved.

"Interesting," Iola commented, "what's your involvement in this Uncle Reggie? And speaking of, how can Daddy use this magic if my Mum had it? You said it goes to the firstborn."

"Finally," Fleamont sat up straighter, "some answers."

"Two excellent questions," Regulus answers for Sirius, "I got involved during the war. I brought a piece of extremely confidential information to your mother, so confidential in fact, that Mortem allowed me to join the fold. I promise you that when you come of age I'll explain. For now, it's far too dangerous and vile for a 13 year old to know."

"So something big happens in the future," Fleamont's wrinkles were suddenly more noticeable, "and it's big enough that Mortem allowed another into the know, for the first time in centuries."

"Okay," Benjy says, "what about Dad and Auntie Lydia both being able to do it, despite it supposed to go only to the firstborn?"

"That's simple," Sirius answered his son, "your Auntie Lydia was your grandfather Fleamont's firstborn, and when she was 12 years old, she was inducted into her heritage. Fast forward to our 6th year, when I'm 17 and she's 16. I was blood adopted by Fleamont, and as the elder child, would have technically been the true holder of the magic. However, because your Auntie Lydia already received it, it couldn't leave her. However, as the firstborn, I was a contender. So for the first time ever, the power went to two in a generation. We all assumed that's why Mortem allowed me into the fold early."

"That makes sense," Lydia thinks for a moment, "but wouldn't that make the elder twin a contender as well? The firstborn of a firstborn. Would technically have a stronger claim than my Iola."

"Not sure it would work like that," Euphemia pointed out, "the magic would probably just go with the first firstborn to have a kid. It really is supposed to only be one per generation."

"Glad to understand why Mortem involved me," Sirius tells Fleamont, "it always bugged me."

"Oh," Iola digests that, "and because my mother had a child first, the power went to me."

"Correct," Sirius snaps his fingers, "however, doesn't mean that Callie and Benjy get nothing. Besides the fact that they can learn to read and speak death tongue, which is taught only by Mortem himself, they can command the undead, things like ghosts, inferi, and polegrists. They can also communicate with spirits. They're allowed to do this only by the allowance of the present master or mistress of death. I have been a regent for Iola since my sister's death. Now, however, Iola is the Mistress of Death."

"So Iola sent these films," Dorcas determines, "she's the one who trapped us here."

"My sadistic girl," Lydia coos to the air, "using her gifts for such purposes requires a lot of time and energy. In fact, convincing Mortem may have been the hardest part."

"I agree," Fleamont praises, "while I don't appreciate our dirty laundry being aired, I can understand the appeal."

"Totally awesome!" Callie jumped for joy, "my cousin is the mistress of death!"

"Besides that," Sirius handed a package to Iola, "it's Potter tradition, starting from Iolanthe Peverell herself, to pass this cloak down through the generations." Sirius then reaches into his pocket, and removes a beautiful ring.

"Is that what I think it is?" Fleamont's face turns giddy, "oh, it must be!"

"You will be the second Potter to ever receive this," Sirius slips it onto Iola's finger, "your mother, Reggie, and I recovered the Peverell ring, with the resurrection stone, when we raided Voldemort's maternal family's home. I highly doubt the Gaunt's ever realized its true value."

"Our Lord is a Gaunt?" Bellatrix whispers to Rodolphus, "how delightful. An excellent pure-blood family."

"Only from his mother," Rodolphus observes, "the film mentions it was his maternal family."

"You're ignoring the fact that those filth raided and stole from our Lord's home," Rabastan hissed.

"They must be punished," Antonin Dolohov agreed, "they deserve death for that."

"Ironic that you wish Death upon us," Lydia smirks from her table, "when Death actually brought me pasta and cheese the other night. In fact, I'd love it if you brought Death to me. He'd bring me chocolate cake."

"Then he'd whine that he's not an errands boy," Sirius laughs, "he hates admitting that he enjoys our company. Sometimes. He's bi-polar like that."

"Have you ever used it?" Beny asked.

"Never," Sirius and Regulus swore, "we promised Lydia we'd never use it."

"Why?" Benjy asked, "you lost a lot of people."

"Remember what happened to Cadmus," Callie had somehow managed to climb on top of the cliff, and was hanging upside down, "Auntie Lydia probably didn't want them to off themselves."

"She's a little copy of you and Sirius," Dorcas shakes her head, "where's the me in her?"

"Her face," Lydia states, "is exactly like yours. And her body type. And height. Sirius was never tall."

"Shut up," Sirius scowled, "but that's basically the gist of it."

"We should probably hurry up," Regulus said suddenly, "Lyetta and Eobard will kill us if we're late."

"Shoot," Sirius said, "we'll finish this later. Now we have to join the Corners at Ollivander's."

The scene shifts, and returns to the Corner family standing outside, waiting for the Potters. Lyetta Corner née Scamander is visibly pissed off.

"What took so long?" she asks, "I've been waiting here for ten minutes. Di is impatient to get her wand."

"So Sirius and I have children the same age," Lyetta said, "cute."

"So do you and Lydia," her twin points out.

"True."

"Complications came up with Iola's arrival," Sirius lied smoothly, "Regulus said he'll be here with Cathy soon."

"Let's go Mum!" Lydia Corner begged, "I really want my wand. Then I can get Michael back for stealing my plushies."

"Always revenge with you," Iola said, "when will it be something valid?"

Before the two rivals could get into a fight, Regulus and Cathy arrived. Regulus was promptly tackled by all the children. Including the ones he'd left only ten minutes prior.

"I will never get over the fact that Regulus is the favorite uncle," Frank pouts, "it must be because I'm out of commission."

"Or the blackmail thing Iola mentioned earlier," Alice pointed out, "they may be gossipers."

"Still the favorite," Eobard whines, "I'll never get the love you have from them."

"Nobody can," Cathy smiles, "my husband is just the best."

"When can we expect your own contribution to the hoard?" Lyetta teased, "I expected an announcement months ago."

"The implications," Sirius laughed, "they never give Regulus a break."

"We want to finish exploring Antarctica first," Cathy said seriously, "Antarctica is not the place for a baby."

"What is future me's issue?!" Regulus put his hands in his head exasperated.

"Who cares?" Lydia inserted herself, "I want to get my wand."

"Alright," Eobard gave in, "let's stop procrastinating."

"Hello," Ollivander creeps in, "what a lively bunch. I can't say I've had the pleasure of selling you your wand Mrs. Corner."

"You didn't," Lyetta swoops her wand, "it's a beautiful one nonetheless."

"I agree," Ollivander inspects the wand, "Cedar if I'm not mistaken."

"Correct," Lyetta replied sharply, "but it's not about me. We're here for my daughter Lydia, my niece Callie, and my nephew Benjy."

"Motherhood made you edgy," Nico noted.

"Maybe it was marriage you dingus," Lyetta retorted playfully, "men are awful."

"Ha ha," Nico laughed, "says the one who married one."

"Says the one who is one," Lyetta spat back. The film stopped the two from fighting it out.

"Very well," Ollivander conceded, "let's start with Ms. Potter. Stretch out your arm." After some strange tests, Ollivander hands a wand to Callie. "Try this," he directs, "Beech wood, dragon heartstring, 11 inches." Callie swooshes the wand the way Uncle Reggie taught her, and rocks fall from the ceiling.

"That failed," Lydia laughed, "your daughter's great Pads."

"Well she gets it from her dad," Sirius boasts, and a spell from Dorcas Meadowes narrowly misses him. "And her mom," he adds hastily.

"You taught her that, didn't you Regulus," Dorcas Meadowes slaps Regulus, "what have I said about teaching children dangerous things?"

"To not get caught," Regulus answered confidently, only to falter at her glare, "dang it. That was Sirius. You told me to just not do it."

"Older Regulus is a lot better than our Regulus," Sirius whispers to Lydia, "ours would never crack a joke."

"War matures people," Lydia says maturely, "it seems that's what happened anyways. I'm glad in a way. He seems a lot happier."

"That he does," Sirius looks longingly at his little brother, "maybe he's not too far gone."

"Mischievous I see," Ollivander comments, "I think I have a good fit." He bends down to a shelf, and takes a box, "Dogwood, 13 inches, phoenix feather core, slightly springy." Callie slashes the wand harshly, and flowers come out, and land in a bouquet in her mother's hand.

"She's a violent one," Hestia Jones tells her friend, "must get it from her dad."

"Probably," Dorcas agreed, "I don't think I'm all that violent."

"These films have established that you have hit me at least twice," Regulus's voice carries to the Ravenclaw table, "I think you're plenty violent."

"Your turn Ms. Corner," Ollivander calls, and he takes her measurements. Lydia is much, much harder to wand. After ten attempts, Iola takes Gideon Corner, and leaves the store. The two of them head to ice cream, and aren't seen until the wanding is done.

"I would do the same, not going to lie," Marlene McKinnion proclaims, "she has the right idea."

"How about this one?" Ollivander suggests, "Hawthorn, 11 3/4 inches, unicorn hair, and reasonably supple." Lydia waved the wand, and orange sparks flew out.

"I'm going to call her Nelly," Di hugged her wand, "Nelly and I will be bffs forever."

"Your child is weird," Nico deadpanned to his sister. His mother chastised him strongly.

"Your niece isn't weird," Tina lectured harshly, "she is a unique and interesting individual."

"In other words weird," Nico stated, which got his Dad to laugh.

"Finally," Benjy stood up from where he was sitting, "it's my turn." After 3 tries, Benjy's fingers tingle as he lifted the wand. He swooped it in a circle, and all the objects on Ollivander's desk did a little dance.

"Interesting," Ollivander noted, "Hazel wood, 14 1/2 inches, unicorn hair core, and hard flexibility."

"This can track water, right?" Benjy asks.

"Correct," Ollivander's face lit up, "most people aren't aware of the nature of their wands. I'm impressed."

"That's my boy!" Sirius cheers, "in your face Lyetta. My child is impressive, while yours is odd."

Sirius regretted that comment seconds later. The stinging hex Lyetta sent at him did wonders for his ego.

"Yeah yeah," Callie rolls her eyes, "let's pay and join the much luckier children. They got to escape forever ago."

"Why you-" The scene cuts off with Di Corner chasing Callie Potter through the streets of Diagon Alley.