2nd November 1991.

Hogwarts Castle.

Gryffindor Tower.

Scotland UK.

4 PM

Harry and Hermione heard the news of Dumbledore being ejected by the castle and wondered about what other things were out there to surprise them.

Harry received the letter from the goblin administrator stating that the pieces/soul anchors of Voldemort had been found. The ritual to execute the enemy of Black and Potter houses was ready.

Hermione was only his friend and not family, so she could not attend. She wanted to rant, but the Jane part of her brain nodded and understood this was a ritual that Harry had waited all of his life for.

Harry replied to the letter asking Lord Black to allow Hermione to attend. Hermione wanted to argue that this was a moment for his family. Harry/Jamie replied, "You are my friend, I want you to understand who my family is now and how we take care of problems."

Hermione blushed and nodded. Harry received news from Lord Sirius Black and grandpa saying that Miss Granger was invited as a witness to the ritual.

At six in the evening. Harry and Hermione waited in the grounds of Hogwarts accompanied by professor Sprout. Anima appeared and vowed to Harry and Hermione, then taking their hands, he popped them to Gringotts.

Sirius and Grandfather Arcturus waited. Hermione recognized Harry's Grandfather and said, "Lord Black, it is good to see you, sir."

"It is good to still be seen! Now child, you know that the ritual will be performed inside Gringotts, and it's to put a blood feud to rest. Harry explained the ritual to you?" asked Arcturus.

"Yes, he did, Lord Black, thank you for including me in this." Added Hermione.

The elder Black raised an eyebrow at the small girl and her magic. She was invested in ending Voldemort. Arcturus marvelled, these Potter men knew how to choose their mates. The girl was fierce, and her magic was wrapping Harry with warmth. In his time, he would have crafted an identity of old lineage in Europe and then wed her by hand fasting. Her children would bring that magic into the bloodline. Too bad the pureblood movement gained acceptance. Old bloods knew how to win, not minding origin. Fortunately, Harry was a Potter. Potter's did not subscribe to the Nazi Propaganda or Pure Blood idiocy, as some of the Blacks did. Arcturus nodded and said, "Go on then, we still have to prepare to enter the temple in which the enemy will be judged."

"You never told me how you got all the pieces, Sirius?" asked Arcturus.

"Kreacher," Sirius said.

"Master called," answered Kreacher to the summon.

"Yes, thank you for answering my call. Would you be so kind as to relay to my grandfather the tale on how you acquired all the other soul anchors, please?" asked Sirius.

"The goblins and Kreacher worked together. The goblin administrators for Black and Potter noticed Kreacher's resistance to the snake man's treasures, and asked if there was anything Kreacher could do to help. Kreacher said that he would recognize the smell of the magic, and the oily gunky feeling of it anywhere. The administrators as a jest decided to talk to the goblins in armour and asked them to take me for a ride on the vaults and see if I could find another one, there was another one. The LeStrange vault stank. They found it, and then they got ready to explore all over the land, we found one in a rundown shack. Another in Hogwarts. When Draco Malfoy came to stay at Black Castle, his runt house-elf Dobby came with him. Dobby learned that Kreacher was looking for the snake-man's treasures. Dobby started dancing and said he knew where to find another one, he brought a Diary." Recounted the old house-elf Kreacher.

Hermione noticed the locket, the cup, the diadem, the ring, the diary, Quirinius Quirrrell, all placed in the ritual circle. She then turned to Harry and wondered if his scar was cleared. Well, in the ritual, the pieces would display their dark magic. The intention was clear.

At eight o'clock in the night, the goblins began chanting. The stone symbols began charging and the pieces in the center began screeching, while Quirinius Quirrell turned to ash. The pure intent in the chants continued to siphon the dark shaped energy that bled from the items and the remains of Quirrell.

The apparent ashen entity that was rejoined in the center continued screeching for over ten minutes, until it was absorbed by the stones and then materialised in the table on top of the altar, a boar waited to receive the dark essence and when the animal was possessed, a dagger covered in basilisk venom killed the animal completing the sacrifice.

After the ritual ended, the healers did a general sweep of the humans who stood witness to the end of a dark wizard and his soul anchors. Harry received a healing chant over his lighting bolt scar.

Arcturus paid for the services, and he felt a bit lighter. He had to write in his journal. The Blacks had lost enough. This was his last act as a Lord. He'd seen the majority of his family lost to greed, power, lust and prejudice. Enough, he already mourned his son, and the children of his children. No other Black would suffer, like he did. His house and name, almost lost to oblivion. Arcturus prayed to the heavens to be the last to suffer for his ignorance and indifference.

When the people invited to the ritual were walking to the exit. The Black and Potter administrators stopped them and invited them to the office, something had just taken place.

Administrators belonging to death eaters began presenting their respects to Harry and his father Sirius Black. The death eaters had passed away at the time of the ritual completion. After which, all the goods belonging to the lost Death Eaters were now Harry's by right of conquest.

Harry said, "The revolution is here,"

Hermione knew that the world was going to experience a massive change. It wasn't going to be liked by many, but change rarely ever came easily.

Sirius approached Harry and said. "Harry, earlier today I received some things that belong to your family, it seems that bearded goat was not only keen on leaving you without parents but was a thief as well to top it all off,"

"Wow, I can't wait to kill Dumbledore with my bare hands," said Harry.

"Merlin, are you sure, absolutely sure, you aren't Sirius's child?" Asked Arcturus.

"Sirius is a virgin, so no," said Harry.

"Goodness, I thought Sirius was gay?" said Hermione.

Lord Arcturus hadn't laughed so hard since the first time Sirius appeared in his home.

"Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, that is," said Harry.

"Now that you mention it, it does make sense," said Arcturus.

"And, while we're at it, Moony was my first lover, we did it in animal form." Added Sirius.

Harry, Hermione and Lord Arcturus, turned to Sirius horrified.

Sirius was having too much fun and then added, "Okay fine, I'm a virgin,"

"Heavens, now I heard it all," said Amelia Bones, who was just walking up to the group, who were walking out of the Bank.

"Oh, Merlin, just kill me now," muttered Sirius.

Amelia was surprised at the response from the group, as they all now were laughing harder. She wondered for the Nth time, why did she fall for him? There were so many others but only him made her smile, and at the same time, she never wanted to strangle someone as much as she wanted him.

Sirius looked up, and for the first time in a long time, he realised she looked beautiful. Wait, Amelia looked beautiful? His brain ranted.

Arcturus said, "Must be that Potter luck striking again,"