The Returned

Walking away from the platform towards his ‘family’ was never easy. He knew he was in for a world of hell. For what though? Well, for anything really, he just had to breath for hell to unleash. Didn’t matter what he did right, the wrongs far outweighed it.

“Thank you for picking me up Uncle Vernon” Harry was always polite at the start of the summers. It’s how he guessed the mood his uncle was in.

Harry got a grunt in return. ‘Great! Already off to a good start then’ he thought to himself, following his ‘Uncle’ out of king’s cross station to the car lot.

Harry lent his head against the window, watching as buildings, other cars and people raced past them, seemed nice to be able to go where you wanted when you wanted.

“where’s that rutty bird of yours boy!” Vernon barked, his many chins wobbling.

“She’s staying with the Weasley’s for the summer” His heart broke again. The decision to leave his first friend with Ron and the twins was a hard one. He didn’t want her getting hurt. It would have broken him completely.

“Good, I don’t want any of your freakish crap in sight, you got that boy! If I see one bleeding owl…” he left the end of that threat open to Harry’s imagination.

“Yes, Uncle Vernon” his automatic reply. He didn’t need to imagine anything. He knew firsthand what the whale of a man could do.
Just over a month to go. He could make it that long. But as soon as he turned 17, he was out of there. Goodbye to the Dursleys and goodbye to hell. ‘Wonder if Sirius and Remus would let me live with them?’ he thought to himself.

For over an hour Harry watched as everything zoomed past the car window. It was close to 7:30pm by the time they arrived ‘home’. Harry was about to open his door when Vernon turned to him.

“Any funny business boy, and you will regret the day you were born. Get out!”

‘HA I already regret that you oversized land whale.’ Harry thought to himself. “Yes, Uncle Vernon” inside he was seething. He hated these people. If he could bet on who would actually kill him, his money would be on the Dursleys. And he had a psychotic ‘Dark Lord’ and a manipulative, meddling headmaster on his tail.

Walking into the house, Harry did what he always did. He Looked around to see what changed. Nothing ever did, the horrible pink wallpaper still matched the horrible pink curtains. Duddykins still spread out on the couch, complaining about being hungry while stuffing his face, honestly did the guy move at all in the months Harry was gone? His Aunt in all her long-necked glory rushing around to any and all demands as if it’s her greatest pleasure. Probably was. Harry would feel sorry for the woman if she wasn’t as bad as the other two.

“MUUUMMM! THE FREAK’S HERE!” Dudley yelled. Just like his father, chins wobbling as he spoke. Harry wanted to roll his eyes, but unfortunately, they could see that, and what ever punishments they had thought up, would start early.

‘Oh look! There's horse face now’ Harry thought as his aunt entered the lounge room.

“Get in the kitchen and start dinner, do not burn anything boy. We’re having important guests tonight and I don’t want you ruining everything” By important, she really meant pompous old windbags his uncle had sucked up to.

“Yes, Aunt Petunia” honestly, he already felt like his braincells were dying off with all the repetitiveness. He made his way to the kitchen and pulled out what he needed and got to work. Its not like he would actually get to eat the stuff anyway.

And of course, he messed it up. Great!

It was close to midnight when his door was thrown open, startling him from sleep.

“YOU THINK YOUR FUNNY BOY? YOU EMBARRASED US IN FRONT OF OUR GUESTS” his uncle bellowed, harry could smell the cheap scotch from his ‘bed’

“I’m sorry Uncle Vernon, it won’t happen again I promise!” this was going to be bad, drunk Vernon was worse. Shit!

“To late to apologise you little freak. Now you can deal with the consequences of your actions.” Vernon was already walking towards him. So, Harry made himself as small as possible and waited until he blacked out.

He didn’t know what time it was, but he registered someone shaking him. Taking a shaky breath, Harry opened his eyes, and looked straight into the wet bulbus eyes of dobby.

“Dobby? What time is it? Are you ok? Is Draco ok” Harry really didn’t care about the pain he was in. He was used to it. Stretching out, Harry took note of what hurt most, where the blood was and if there were any breaks this time. There was.

“Dobby bes trying to wake master harry for an hour. And master harry asks if I’s bes alright. Master dragon asked dobby to deliver something to yous and dobby finds yous on the floors bleeding” dobby was sobbing loudly.

“Dobby, I need you to quiet down, they will hear you. I’m ok, you have seen me worse than this many times. What did Draco give you?” he had to distract the sobbing elf.

“Master dragon gives dobby a letter from the goblins. Yous has to reads this first” dobby held out a piece of parchment, harry went to take it but realised he wouldn’t be able to hold it. Oh fun, looks like broken fingers.

“Ahh Dobby? Can you hold it up so I can see it please?

Dobby then held up the parchment so he could see Draco’s elegant writing.

Scarhead,
This better find you well. Dobby has been given a letter of summons for you. You need to get to Gringotts ASAP. Don’t be stubborn either, they have been trying to get in contact with you for years. Don’t make me collect our friends and come storm the place…. plus, you will get to see HIM again. And soon.

Look, I can’t say where I am, but everyone here wants to get you out of there for good. Fuck what the headmaster says, his just that, a headmaster. He has no right to your life outside of school. So please, just do this and soon. Or I’ll hex you to next week.

Your Friend
Ferret.

Harry stared at the short letter. Then looked at the other envelope.

“I’m going to need your help again dobby” again Dobby held up the other letter after he opened it.

Heir Potter-Black,
Due to a tip off, we found your accounts have been tampered with, your presence has been requested immediately. Gringotts operates at all hours.

This letter will act as a portkey, all you need say is “Gold” and the letter will transfer you to our waiting room. Ask for Account Manager Griphook.

May your coffers never empty and your gold be pure.
Chief Ragnar
Gringotts bank

‘Since when have I been an heir?’ He thought to himself. “Thank you, dobby, for bringing this to me. Ahh is there any way you can fix me up before I go?” he didn’t want to go dressed like this. And he needed to go now. he could send dobby to Draco once everything was sorted out at Gringotts.

“Of course, master harry. Dobby bes fixing you up in a jiffy.” Dobby snapped his fingers and Harry felt his clothes shrink and clean themselves. “Dobby can’t be helping with master Harry’s hurts though” tears started filling the elf’s large eyes again.

“that’s ok dobby. Can you get my trunk and belongings together? Everything that is important is under the floorboard over there” he waved his hand at the slightly upturned floorboard “take everything out and place them in my trunk please, then take it straight to Draco” Fuck waiting until his birthday, he was leaving now.

“Dobby bes doing that for master harry” dobby Nodded frantically.

“Thank you. I will see you soon.” Harry had dobby place the letter on his lap then placed a hand over it. He gave Dobby a smile and whispered “Gold”. with the now familiar feeling, harry spun out of the room.

Landing in Gringotts was not pleasant. Seems more damage had been done then he thought. Harry stayed laying on his back for a moment, taking in large gulps of air, he tried to settle himself. Fuck it hurt.

One of the guards approached him cautiously, “Are you alright youngling?” he could see the boy wasn’t alright at all.

Harry tried to get up but found that laying down was far better than sitting, trying to talk though just caused his chest to hurt even more. He only managed one word before passing out again.

“Griphook”

Harry slowly opened his eyes. No bright lights, that’s good. What he wasn’t expecting though was the half a dozen goblins all looking down on him.

“Heir Potter-Black, can you hear me?” a goblin asked.

Harry groaned and gave a quick nod.

“Do you require aid to stand Heir Potter-Black?” it said again.

“No… thank you…I should be right in a sec” bloody hell, this sucks. Harry slowly sat up, looking at the other goblins, all but one seemed to be guards. he looked towards the only goblin dressed in what looked like a suit.

“Hello Griphook, long time no see” harry tried to smile but even that hurt.

“Heir Potter-Black what happened to you” He didn’t look good Griphook thought. The chief was not going to be happy.

“I burnt dinner” Harry tried to shrug but again, everything hurt. “ahh do you have a pain potion on hand? I don’t have my trunk with me yet” something he was thankful for with Draco’s friendship, He and Snape now had a somewhat friendly relationship. Because of that he was able to work on his Potion skills and could now make his own pain potions to take back ‘home’ every summer.

“Of course, Here” Griphook tried handing the boy the potion but then saw his hands. Rage filled him and he swore. “You need more then a pain potion youngling”

“I’ve had worse Griphook” Again Harry tried to shrug but again it hurt too bloody much.

Griphook snarled. His had worse. Why has nothing been done?

“Still, we must get you looked at Heir Potter-Black! This is clearly abuse and we goblins do not stand for it” Griphook clicked his fingers and two guards bent to help harry up. “Are you able to walk Heir Potter-Black or do you need assistance?”

“I can walk… I think” To be honest, harry really didn’t know. “And please, just Harry is fine.”

“Very well, Harry” Griphook grinned at the youngling, whoever did this has no idea what will be coming for them, and frankly, Griphook wanted front row seats, may even join the fray. It’s been a long time since he had heard his blade sing. “Please follow me. Grimlock, Goldenclaw follow.”

Harry followed slowly behind Griphook, a guard on each side. He looked around, he had never seen this part of the bank before. The floors were of the blackest obsidian he had ever seen. The walls polished marble. At the end of what felt like a never-ending hallway, they turned right and came to the dark red doors of what harry assumed was the hospital wing. At least that’s what he thought it was. He noticed it looked much more comfortable than the one at Hogwarts.

“Harry please go sit on the bed over there, I’ll be right back” when Griphook was sure the youngling would listen, he made his way to the closed office door and knocked. There was always a goblin healer inside.

“Enter” Griphook swore. Flora wasn’t going to like this.

“Hello Dear, I thought you were working the later shift” His mate looked straight at him, and he knew, she knew something was wrong.

“You only call me dear when you know something will anger me. What is it” she growled out.

Griphook gulped, loudly. As lovely as his mate was, she was downright terrifying when angry.

“You’re not going to like this Flora” He sighed, his thumb and forefinger rubbing the bridge of his long nose, “I have a wixen youngling needing your assistance, he doesn’t look good.”

Flora was out of her chair and marching her way out of the office before Griphook could blink. He turned on his heel and ran after her. By the time he made it back to the boy, his mate was angrily swearing in gobbledegook, harry looking very concerned.

“She will not hurt you Harry, she is a healer and one of the best” Griphook tried to sooth the boy.

“Who did this! I want names” Flora demanded. “Griphook fetch the chief immediately”

Griphook didn’t give her a verbal response, just turned on his heel and fled.

Harry felt very relaxed. What ever the goblin gave him, was wonderful. He didn’t feel a thing. She was still scary as hell, but she had good potions. Thankfully it didn’t completely bliss him out.

“How do you feel youngling?” Flora asked.

“I don’t feel a thing madam healer” Harry grinned, even the pain potions didn’t make him feel this good.

“My name is Flora youngling and that’s good, now pass me your hands. Your lucky they are not broken, just severely bruised. It is easily fixed.” Harry gave her his hands and watched, fascinated, as her long fingers lightly brushed across them. He watched at the swelling and bruising just disappeared. “how’s that? Can you wiggle them for me? Good. Now we need to wait for the chief and Griphook to arrive as I can not administer the test you need. I can’t treat you until I know what your allergic to and if there is anything we need to take care of first” Now that she was calm, Harry found her quite lovely, scary but lovely none the less.

“Thank you, Flora. My hands feel better than ever” he saw her flinch and her lips go tight.

“That concerns me youngling” she sighed. His pain tolerance was through the roof. Almost on par with their fiercest warriors.

Before Harry could open his mouth and reply, the doors opened and in came Griphook and who he assumed was chief.

“Hello Heir Potter-Black, I am Chief Ragnar, Head banker here at Gringotts. Griphook has told me that you arrived in need of aide. Will you give consent for the appropriate test to be performed so we may better treat you?”

“Please call me Harry and yes you have my permission” he didn’t know what tests they were talking about but if he didn’t have to hurt anymore then he was up for it.

“Thank you Harry, you may call me Ragnar. For these tests all we need you to do is place 3 drops of blood on the parchment. It will give us your name, who your parents are, any living relatives, any illness and injury you have had, allergies and what potions you have had in the past. How does all that sound?” Ragnar asked. He could see the injuries the boy had.

“Um ok, sounds fine” Harry really didn’t like blood, but 3 drops is better than gallons of the stuff.

“Good. Now pass me your hand, I am going to place a small cut on your thumb for you, don’t worry the blade has a numbing potion on it so you won’t feel it, the cut will then heal once you remove your thumb from the parchment.” Ragnar spoke softly to the youngling, he saw the boys face when he bought out the ceremonial blade.

Harry gave Ragnar his hand and watched as the goblin made a small cut in his thumb, he really didn’t feel it, then moved a piece of parchment under it. Harry watched as 3 drops of blood fell, and words started to spread across it.

Ragnar took one look at the text and exploded. He turned to Griphook and gave him a nod.

Harry watched as Griphook ran out of the room, again, then turned to the others.

“Ahh what’s wrong?” he didn’t like the looks on their faces. Flora was yelling for other healers to prepare some room. While Ragnar was ordering his guards to do something. It was all very concerning. For almost ten minutes he watched everyone running around, he was starting to lose his patience. Just as he was about to start yelling, the doors flew open, Griphook trying desperately to calm down a very angry looking gentleman and Sirius, who in turn, was followed by an equally angry looking werewolf.

“Lord Black, Please Calm yourself. This is still a hospital wing and flora will have no issues in throwing you out” Griphook tried to calm him down. But it really wasn’t working.

“I will calm down once I have seen my grandson”

Harry was confused. He was the only person here. He looked at Sirius, then back to the other man and back again.

“What happened? Are you ok?” Sirius rushed to his side, Remus growling and pacing at the end of his bed.

“Um… promise not to kill them?” He knew the answer that question already.

“Cub what happened” Remus was still pacing and still growling.

“…iburntthedinner” Harry mumbled.

“What was that?” said the Sirius lookalike. Seriously who was he?

“Sorry but who are you? I mean you look like an older version of pads, but I don’t know you” which was true, he didn’t.

“Cub, this is my father.” Sirius was gently stroking Harry’s hand looking over him with a keen eye. “Now, what happened.”

“I burnt dinner” Harry closed his eyes and lent back. He felt Remus come up the other side of him and take his other hand.

“How long has this been happening cub?” Remus was trying to calm down, he needed to be calm.

They heard a low growl come from behind Sirius. Harry looked over and saw his results in the man’s hands. He could feel the anger coming from him.

“To long” the man snarled. Yep, harry could really feel the anger radiating off the man. What was in those results.

“I really don’t get why your all so angry, I’ve had worse. Now can I see my results please” he was getting annoyed.

“Harry, you know abuse is wrong, don’t you?” Flora asked.

“Yeah, but as I said, I’ve had worse. No one believed me when I told them, so why tell anyone else? now can I see my results please” seriously why weren’t they letting him look at them.

“Har…” Sirius started.

“NO! I don’t want to talk about it. I want to read the damn results.” Harry snarled.

The Sirius lookalike walked over and handed him the results, but before he could read them the man cupped his cheek and looked straight into his eyes.

“What your about to read, will change everything you know about yourself. Are you prepared for that?” Harry thought his voice was actually quite soothing, he gave the man a nod. “Very well” with that the man let go and stepped back.

Harry looked at Sirius and then Remus, he took a deep breath, looked down and chocked.

“WHAT”

Name: Hades Charlus Orion Potter-Black (illegally known as Harry James Potter)
Age: 16 years
D.O.B: 31st July 1978
Parents:
James Fleamont Potter-Black (Compromised)
Regulus Arcturus Potter-Black (Compromised)

Grandparents:
Orion Arcturus Black
Walburga Druella Black nee Black (Deceased)
Fleamont Charlus Potter (Deceased)
Euphemia Celeste Potter nee Abbott (Deceased)

Godparents:
Severus Tiberius Snape-Prince
Liliana Margaret Snape-Prince nee Evans (Compromised)
Frank Neville Longbottom-Lestrange (Compromised)
Narcissa Athena Malfoy nee Black
Minerva Elizabeth McGonagall
Fillius Rannoch Flitwick

Magical Guardian:
Sirius Orion Lupin-Black
Remus John Lupin-Black
Narcissa Athena Malfoy nee Black
Liliana Margaret Snape-Prince nee Evans (Compromised)
Minerva Elizabeth McGonagall
Fillius Rannoch Flitwick

Living Relatives:
James Fleamont Potter-Black (Compromised)
Regulus Arcturus Potter-Black (Compromised)
Orion Arcturus Black
Sirius Orion Lupin-Black (Illegally held in Azkaban prison, currently in hiding)
Remus John Lupin-Black
Alya Athena Black
Bowie Narcissa Lupin-Black
Phoenix Regulus Lupin-Black
Bellatrix Cedrella Black (illegally held in Azkaban prison)
Andromeda Alya Tonks nee Black
Edward Jameson Tonks
Nymphadora Helena Tonks
Narcissa Athena Malfoy nee Black
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
Draco Lucius Malfoy

Potions/ Compulsions / Glamour's
Loyalty Potion: Keyed to A.P.W.B.D, Gryffindor, The Light side, Muggleborn’s, Muggles, Dursley’s (Applied and all broken)

Hatred Potion: Keyed to Slytherins, Malfoy family, Severus Snape, Homosexuals, Purebloods, the Dark side (Applied and all broken)

Indifference Potion: Keyed to Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, The Grey side, Foreigners (Applied and all broken)

Long Term Appearance Glamour: Applied by A.P.W.B.D (Still in effect)

Contracts:
Marriage Contract: Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley (Invalid due to neither child existing) – A.P.W.B.D failed to gain the consent of all parents.

Marriage Contract: Hades Charlus Orion Potter-Black and… (Open contract)

Harry had to put the test down. He couldn’t finish reading it. He was a Potter-Black… His dad was gay… His DADS were alive… lily wasn’t his mum.

Harry started hyperventilating. He felt someone place a vial against his lips and rub his throat, helping him swallow the vile potion. He slowly started relaxing when he noticed his back being rubbed. It felt nice. He looked over to the man standing between him and Sirius.

“My name isn’t Harry.” It was the only thing he could think of to say. He got a slight chuckle from everyone around him.

“No, no its not. But if you wish to remain being called harry you can be” the man said. His grandfather?

Harry thought about it. He never liked his name, it always felt wrong. He tested out the new name in his mind and found Hades a much better fit. He liked it. He looked at his grandfather and just shook his head no. the others seemed to understand what he was saying without saying it.

‘Goodbye Harry James Potter and hello Hades Charlus Orion Potter-Black’ Hades’ thought.

“And you’re my grandfather?” he asked the gentleman.

“I am. You can call me Orion if that makes you comfortable. I myself only found out about you, well yesterday.” Orion gave him a smile. It was a nice one, it reminded him of siri…

“PADS YOUR MY UNCLE” Hades’ yelled. That got them laughing.

“I am. So is Moony. Apparently, we’re married and have kids. They seem cool, you met one of them at the station, purple hair looks like me but more… girlish?” Sirius looked confused by the end of that statement. So, Hades laughed at him and got a huff back in return. “It’s not that funny, bloody weird is what it is. Nice though”

He thought Bowie looked familiar. And she’s his cousin, kind of made sense now though. She behaved like Sirius.

Hades then remembered the rest of his test. His colour drained completely. They knew everything, everything his endured under the ‘loving’ care of his ‘family’ and his time at school.

“How much of the results did you read” he started fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt, Not looking at anyone. They were going to think he was weak. He couldn’t even defend himself against muggles.

“All of it cub.” Remus whispered. He could see the emotions flashing across Har…Hades’ face. He placed his hands on his cheeks and made him look up. “We do not think of you as anything but you, strong, loyal, loving. Entirely you. We would still love you even if you were the next dark lord.”

Hades’ eyes started filling as he looked at Remus. The man has never lied to him before. A sob left him, and he felt as two pairs of strong arms encircle him in a gentle hug. He stayed there for a while, listening to the two men as they reassured him that he was loved and wanted. His family.

Once Hades calmed down, he looked over at the other man. His grandfather. He could still feel the anger radiating off of him, but he knew it wasn’t directed towards him. He really did look like an older Sirius, same dark hair though his was more curled rather than Sirius’s waves. Same stormy grey eyes, even the man’s cheekbones.

“It says My dads are alive… where are they?” That was something harry couldn’t believe. He had parents. That were ALIVE. While yes, he had two dads, they were still parents. Something he hadn’t had since he was two. “And the others? Lily may not be my mum but she’s alive to. And why doesn’t Snape remember his wife? And Neville's dad? How is he a Longbottom-Lestrange? Aren't they the ones that put him in St. mungo’s? and how is Ginny not real? I just saw her yesterday” questions firing.

“We don’t know cub. But we will find them” Sirius said, Giving Hades’ hand a gentle squeeze. “As for Frank, Snape and Ginny? I don’t know. We can help Snape. He may be able to help us with Frank, maybe Alice to. But something isn’t adding up here. Father are you still in contact with Lord Lestrange?”

“I am. I asked Chief Ragnar to contact him and ask him to come here. I’m also asking for Madam Bones, this needs to be handled quickly before those muggles find out and run. As for the rest of the issues... Well, when Bones gets here, I’ll see what I can do about getting on the schoolboard, from what the boys told Bo and Nix, Hogwarts is severely lacking, not even teaching subjects needed for decent jobs out in the real world let alone careers. Once I claim my seats back on the Wizengamot I can really start to push for a change in laws to, but what I really want to do? I want to ruin that old bastard. I want to tear him apart piece by miniscule piece, I want him dead” Orion’s eyes flashed with his rage. Hades got the feeling he was going to be a very protective Grandfather. And wasn’t that a weird feeling. The Weasley’s tried looking after him but there wasn’t much, they could do. They didn’t know everything, the twins knew more than the others. They just aren’t taken seriously. There wasn’t much Sirius could do, he was still on the run. And Remus was a werewolf, he had practically no rights at all. “Chief Ragnar, will this test bring up any hidden potions or compulsions? I would like you to get the Weasleys in to do them. The fee can be taken from my account.” His grandfather stated. That wasn’t going to go over well with the Weasleys. They didn’t like ‘charity’.

“Our test covers everything, even the obscener potions, it will be arranged Lord black. Mr Weasley can finally take up the family Lordship and get access to the family vaults. We have tried contacting him on the matter, even asking curse-breaker Weasley to get him in, but to no avail.” Ragnar was convinced that his employees’ family was also affected in some way.

Hades eyes bulged. Family vaults? “Maybe I could send them a letter through dobby? I sometimes use him to give Ron and the twins messages because they weren’t always getting the letters I send them. Could they be going somewhere else first?” his messages always went through to Mia, though that could be because they used the muggle post. The Dursleys allowed that because it wasn’t using magic. He looked up at everyone and saw they were all thinking.

“I think we can guess as to where your letters are going Har…Hades” Griphook said.

“A certain headmaster that has more of an obsession with me then old snake face?”

“Correct youngling. Are you able to call your elf? We can get the Summons to them straight away” Ragnar said.

Hades called for dobby. “Dobby please listen to chief Ragnar. And thank you for all your help tonight. Did Draco make much of a fuss?” Hades smiled at the excited elf.

“Master dragon bes angry and sad that master harry bes hurt. But happy yous listened. Master goblin has a jobs for Dobby?”

“Please take this to Arthur Weasley and the rest to his family. Only them. No one else can receive them” Ragnar stated.

Dobby then popped out of the hospital wing.

“Good thing his loyal. Bloody energetic thing.” Sirius chuckled.

Flora was still mad. She was ready to bring hell to those muggles and the interfering old man. “Now if you gentleman don’t mind, I want to finish getting Hades healed. He will have to stay here for the rest of the night, and I will be placing him in a potion induced coma. He will be in too much pain to stay awake during the process. Too many of his bones need to be re-broken and set to correct the damage. You're lucky we goblins can do all that in a very short amount of time. The Binding and leech will need to be removed while your awake though Hades. we can leave the binding if that is what you wish but you currently only have access to around 30% of your magic. But the leech is draining a good 10% of that”

Ah what? “What binding? What’s a leech? What do you mean?” Hades didn’t like the sound of that. Maybe he should have kept reading the results.

“It would seem that our dear headmaster has yet again overstepped his rightful place. He bound your magic when you were only 2. Then placed the Leech on you during your first year. The leech drains your magic and transfers it to the person who placed it.” Orion sneered.

‘Well, fuck’ Hades’ thought. he wanted them gone. What right did his headmaster have?

“Please remove them, Flora. I want them gone. How long will I be out?” Hades asked.

“All up it should only take 4 or 5 hours but could take about 8 hours youngling. The Binding may fight back, and because of that we allow more time. Unfortunately, I cannot give you anything to stop the pain. Not until we remove it.” Flora added, but she knew this boy was a warrior. His scars were proof.

“I can handle it” Hades has dealt with pain his whole life. He can deal for a few more hours. “Will you all be alright while I’m out? I don’t want you waiting around for me, not much you can do really” he was mostly talking to Sirius and Remus. He knew those two would wait given the chance. “Plus, don’t you have kids to get to know?” Hades smiled at the two men. he thought he would feel jealous over the fact, but really, he thought it was great.

“Are you sure cub?” Sirius was being pulled in too many directions. His Cub needed him but so did his own pups. Guilt turning his stomach.

Hades saw the look on Sirius face. “Sirius, stop. Don’t feel guilty for this. They are your kids! You need to get to know them. I’m safe here and do you think Flora will let anyone near me?” he heard flora mumble “not bloodly likely” as she was preparing something on the other side of the room and laughed. “This is probably the safest place for me right now, plus Bones will be here soon, we can’t risk you being seen”

“I’ll be here son, Corvinus should be here soon, and I have some matters to handle so I need to be here anyway. I’ll be asking about your “trial” while Bones is here to. As well as Bella’s and the others. I would also like to be here when the Weasleys arrive.” Orion tried to sooth his sons’ nerves. He had a lot to keep him occupied while his grandson was being taken care of.

Hades sent his grandfather, yep still weird, a blinding smile. “See pads, I’m safe”.

Sirius looked like he was about to argue but decided against it. “Your right. But I want to know as soon as your awake. As will the others, Matty seems very worried about you” Sirius smirked.

Hades’ face went bright red. He could feel the burning in his cheeks. Sirius let out his bark like laugh, lent over and kissed his forehead, Remus repeated the action.

“We will see you soon cub, might bring your cousins in to meet you to.” Remus said. He was calming down, if only slightly.

Hades watched as his uncles started walking towards the doors, when Sirius stopped. Hades was about to tell him to keep moving when Sirius yelled.

“SHIT, Moony! Our memories!” he turned back around and started walking towards his father. “Father. Mind giving us our memories back?”

Orion snorted. But raised his wand and after a few murmured words, Hades watched as Sirius’s eyes filled with tears.

“Pads! Sirius! What’s wrong?” Remus was by his side in a second. Hands on the man face, his thumb catching his tears as they fell.

“Oh Remus… the reason we wanted them kept away from here. Why we wanted them safe. I remember. I remember everything.” Hades wanted to get out of the bed and rush over to Sirius, but he couldn’t. He watched as his grandfather placed his hands on the shorter man’s shoulders.

“I know this is hard right now son, but you did the right thing. The things they would have been subjected to, I don’t even want to know. You saved them both. You loved them so much that you risked everything for them and their safety. You have a chance now, take it and don’t let go. Remus? Would you like me to release your memories now?”

Remus stood back and gave a nod, the same process happening shortly after. Hades couldn’t do anything but watch as one of the strongest men he knew, broke.

“Oh merlin” Remus pulled Sirius into his arms and clung to him. Both with tears falling. Hades looked at his grandfather, cocked his head to the side and just stared.

“I will leave that explanation to them once they have settled Hades, it’s not pleasant” Orion said. “You two, go be with your children. They know why you did it, they hold no resentment. Bowie did for a short time, before knowing why. But they love you, and just want their family back together. Something I agree with whole heartedly”

Remus stepped back while Sirius looked at his father. Hades had never seen the man move so fast, as in a second, he was hugging the man so tightly, Hades thought he would pass out due to a lack of oxygen.

“we’re talking about the other memories you implanted once we’re home father” Sirius mumbled.

“of course, now go” Hades saw that his grandfather didn’t want to let go, but reluctantly did so.

“We will see you later cub, love you” Sirius said after one last hug, he walked over to Remus and grabbed the man’s hand, smiling like a loon. Finally, the men left, and Hades looked over to Flora. Yep, she was becoming impatient.

“Sorry about that. Sirius can be very dramatic.” Hades said with a smile. He got a grunt in return which only made him giggle.

“Do you want me to stay during the first part of the process Hades?” Orion asked. He wanted to be here for his youngest grandson.

“I’ll be fine… Gramps” Hades tried. His grandfather Beamed at him. He beamed back. He had a grandfather… he had uncles, and cousins and soon, Hopefully, his dads. This change was looking like the best thing to ever happen to him.

“That’s what your cousins call me to. I would like you to call me that to if your comfortable” Orion was ecstatic.

“I’d like to.” He was given another hug, but his first from him. Flora coughed.

“We really must get to work Lord Black, you can continue once the youngling is healed” she was starting to get emotional. The youngling had gone to long without family and she got to witness this moment. She felt happy, but she’s a goblin and a healer. They had a standard to uphold.

“Of course, I’ll be right here when you wake. You won’t be alone again, I promise” Orion reluctantly let go, Cupped hades cheeks and kissed his forehead. “No doubt everyone will be here, including some redheads” Hades giggled again and nodded.

Hades watched his gramps follow Ragnar and Griphook out of the room.

“Right, lets do this Flora. I’m leaving myself in your capable hands” he grinned at the healer. He had something to wake up to now. and he couldn’t wait.