Strange Potter

"So you got her to agree to a date?" Remus mused as he sat across from Sirius.

"She's giving me a chance," Sirius replied as he wiped Harry's face off the remains of the dinner.

Most were on the child's face.

"Are you sure that's wise? I mean I may not know much about her, but I know she is a part of the Avengers."

"The what?"

"That's the name of the group Stark and Bruce are in. A very powerful team. Bruce said she is a lot more than she seems."

"I figured that."

"Just be careful. She is technically a muggle. Not that there's anything wrong with that but there's a lot of difference between our worlds. Even more, than you think."

"Saw some of that. Did you know that phones can take pictures now? Ones that move without magic."

"Videos. Yes, I'm aware."

"Why didn't you ever mention that?"

"Would you have bloody well believed it?"

"Boody!!" Harry said with a big smile.

Sirius looked at Remus and smirked. "That's on you Moony. Oh if Lily was here to hear that."

"Shut it." Remus smiled but it faded fast. Thoughts of Lily and James did that.

"I miss them too." Sirius saw the look on his face.

"What...what are your plans for today?" Remus changed the subject.

"I was thinking about going and checking in on Alice and Frank. The last letter said they might be waking up soon."

"If Alice is awake you better take Harry with you."

"Already planning that. You too. It's better if we go together. As many wands as possible."

"Strange won't be joining us?"

"He's busy. Something about more important things."

"Well, he is the Supreme."

"Yeah. I'll let Wong know and then we'll head out. But first, someone decided to wear most of their food instead of eating it." Sirius gave Harry a non-threatening glare.

The boy just giggled back at the Marauder.

"What are you not telling me Strange?" Wanda asked. 

Stephen looked up from notes. Writing down all the things he needed to prepare for. "About what?"

"Harry. There's more to this than you're admitting."

Strange put down the book. "There is. You above all else understand how powerful he will be." His face grew slightly darker. "How dangerous."

"You want to control him?!" Wanda glared.

"No. If I attempt that then he will become everything I'm afraid of. No, I want to make sure he makes the right choices."

"Didn't your stone tell you everything you want to know about what those choices are?"

"It did. But they're not my choices to make. I can only help him. Answer his questions honestly and give advice when he asks for it. But the choice will be his to make."

"What choice?"

"To be a hero or something worse than you can imagine."

"That baby will never become that!"

"The same could have been said for many people who grew up to do evil things." Strange argued. "But his future isn't set in stone. It's his to make."

"Will you stop with the cryptic talk?"

"We will help him. Guide him. But the final choice isn't ours to make. It's his. Harry will be faced with a decision. One made in the heat of conflict. If he lets his anger and hate decide. He will burn the world to ashes."

"He won't do that." Wanda sneered.

"He might. That's the problem. I've seen the future Wanda. He will either become the one who destroys the world or its greatest defender. Stronger than even you." 

Wanda glared more. "And? How do we make sure he makes the right choice?"

"We train him. Above all else, we do not try to control him. Help? Yes. Guide? Absolutely. But in the end, we have to have faith that what his family instills and what we teach him to make him into the man we can be proud of."

"Are you not going to just say what needs to happen?"

"If I tell you. It won't happen." 

Wanda rolled her eyes. "And this Voldemort?"

"Something is holding them together. I'm going to the Ministry to see if what I suspect is indeed the case."

Wanda attempted to gather more from him but unfortunately Strange was one of the few in the world who knew how to shield his mind from her.

"Wanda." He looks straight into her eyes. "Please don't attempt to read my mind."

"Force of habit. People keeping things from me rarely works well for anyone."

"I would tell you if I could."

"I believe you, but understand." Her face grew even more serious. "I will protect that child. From anyone. Even you if I have to." She warned.

"That is one of the many reasons I wanted you involved. Sometimes everyone needs someone to put things in perspective. I want Harry to succeed, more than anything. If we fail...that is the only thing that frightens me in this."

"Then we won't."

I wish I shared your optimism. But you're right. I can't fail that child. I caused this by involving myself in his life. I have to see this through.

His thoughts went back to one of the visions he saw.

"Harry. I'm sorry."Dumbledore had sadness in his voice. 

"You kept this from me! This is why my parents died! Why...why SHE died!" Harry held out the orb. Dumbledore's pity was only making him madder.

"I was trying to protect you." The old man reasoned.

"You didn't! You cost me everything!" Harry shattered the orb against the wall and began to float in the air. His eyes got redder and power radiated off him.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand but horror filled his eyes as it dissolved into ashes. "Harry please stop this! This isn't you!"

Harry grew even more infuriated. "You don't know anything about me!" The castle began to shake. "Let me show you. Who. I. Am!"

Strange knew where he had to go in the Ministry. He had to get that orb. But there was something else he had to do as well. And he needed Sirius for it.

One future I can easily prevent. 

Before the three took off Strange stopped Sirius.

"Sirius as the head of house what privileges do you get?" Stephen asked.

"Mainly the power to kick family out. There are some legal aspects. Like I can call an audit on family's vaults, represent a member in a trial, some small things too."

"So if you wanted to look into a family member's bank vault. Could you?"

"I wouldn't be able to remove anything but yes."

"Perfect. Before you remove Bellatrix I need access to her vault."

"Why?" 

"You said she was Voldemort's right hand. Well, I have a theory that if there was someone he would trust it would be her."

Sirius agreed. "You think he might have given one to her to hide? But what makes you think she would hide one in her vault?"

"I've heard it's the safest place in magical Britain. Seems like a likely place to hide something." Strange reasoned. "As much as I wish for more concrete reasons, it's the best one I have at the moment."

"We're going to visit the Longbottoms. You can tag along if you wish. Then we can go to the bank." Sirus offered.

"I'll meet you at Gringotts. I have some business to attend to with the Minister."

"Enjoy," Sirius smirked.

"Yes...politics. Doesn't matter which world. Yours or the non-magical. It's always a 'fun' experience." Strange sighed.

"You had to get involved."

"Are you going to complain? You benefited as much as Harry has from my involvement." Strange smirked back.

Sirius held up his hands in surrender. "In which I am forever grateful."

"Good boy." Strange patted his head like he would a dog.

Sirius glared at him. But Stange didn't blink.

"I might be beginning to like you Strange." Sirius finally laughed.

"And I'm beginning to tolerate you."

Sirius, Harry, and Remus stepped into the building. Once inside they remove the charms hiding them to look like themselves. Harry held on to Sirius as they walked down the hall. Trying to take in all the new people and sights.

They entered the room and found Augusta sitting next to Frank. Neville sitting on the side of the bed next to Alice. The boy was too young to understand what happened to his parents, but his mum was awake and that made him happy.

Alice was weak and spoke softly. But her face form a small smile when she saw Harry.

"Harry..."

"Fine and healthy. His nappies tell me that." Sirius mumbled. "Happy and safe. Promise."

"Good." Her shaky hand reached up. 

Harry tucked into Sirius as her hand came close. 

"Harry you know her." Sirius reminded the boy.

"Itsss...ok..." Alice laid her hand back down. "Hesss...sssafe..." She stuttered.

"Save your strength," Sirius said. 

Frank was still out but the healers said he got the worst of the curse so it wasn't a surprise.

Augusta picked Neville up off the bed and Sirius put Harry next to him beside the bed.

Harry and Neville sat on the floor. Both played with the toys Augusta had brought for Neville.

"Sirius. My family owes you and the Supreme. If you need anything from me please let me know." Augusta said. She never imagined she'd be grateful to a Black but this was no ordinary Black.

"Your friendship is all I want," Sirius reassured. "I want you to know before the day is over Bellatrix will be cast out of my family. A disgrace in every way I can."

"She deserves worse. I fought so hard for the Kiss."

"I'm sorry I was unable to be at the trials. All the recent events have had me pulled multiple situations."

"Yes, I imagine." 

Sirius then thought of something. "Madam Longbottom. There is something I wish to do. You know many laws were passed over the years of the war. I want to go over any that have been associated with any of his followers. I think together we can make a good push to get them overturned. We both know they did nothing but further his agenda. Even if it was painted as beneficial to all."

Augusta raised her eyebrows. "You have taken your grandfather's seat. That is unexpected."

"Surprised me as well." Sirius chuckled. "I believe there are many who would vote to change them just because a Death Eater was the one who crafted and proposed them."

She nodded. "I believe your idea has some merit. I know of many in the Wizengamot who have been victims of HIS servants. I will floo them as soon as I can. It will be simpler to target some of the more extreme ones first. The ones that barely passed."

"Excellent."

"Are you going to involve Dumbledore as well?"

"Not if I can help it." He saw her eyes narrow. "Don't give me that. I know you support him but his attempts to deny me, Harry, is still fresh. I will have to have a long conversation with him in the future, but for now, I would like to keep this between us. If you would."

Augusta studied him. She couldn't fault his behavior of Albus. If he would have tried that with Neville...well she was a supporter but she wasn't a mindless follower. "Very well."

"Thank you."

They talked for at least an hour. Remus gives his two cents on certain points. Together the heads of the family came up with a list of laws they hoped to be abolished soon.

Neville and Harry played constantly. The two seemed to be enjoying the time together. Sirius smiled every time they heard the happy laughter of the two.

Alice watched. She was barely awake and her body was still recovering, but her baby and her friend's son playing...she fell asleep with a tear in her eye and a smile on her face.

"You and Sirius. On a date?" Wanda asked.

"What?" 

"What are you up to? Please don't make me read your mind."

Natasha sighed. "A potentially dangerous society is hidden right under our noses. We need all the information we can get about it."

"Playing him for intel?"

"It's what I do."

"Did Fury order you to?"

"No. He didn't seem surprised when he was told." 

"Of course, he knew."

"There are departments in every country's government that oversee the magical world. But no one knows about them. It's their job to hide evidence that is overlooked. Explains why they can hide so well. It's easier when someone is erasing your trail."

"But are you doing this to gather information or are you interested in Sirius?"

"He's immature and thinks highly of his charisma," Natasha answered.

"Yes. He's also a man willing to be tortured to death to protect his friends." Wanda replied. "He has a good heart."

"You're defending a man you barely know."

"One of my gifts. Seeing the truth in a person."

"And what do you see in me?"

"A badass," Wanda smirked but became serious. "But conflicted with your past." Her eyes grew sadder. "I can feel how Harry calling you his mom is affecting you."

Natasha gave a sad smile. "It's...different. He's only a child and doesn't understand what he is saying. I won't deny it feels good."

"But not always."

"Yes. I always knew that life was lost to me. Taken. I've accepted it."

"For what it's worth. You would be a great mom. Look how well you have to babysit Tony. Or Steve." Wanda joked.

"You forgot Clint," Natasha smirked.

"You never do." Wanda sat across from Natasha. "Say this date goes well. What then?"

"Dessert?" Natasha shrugged.

"You know what I mean."

"Don't expect anything. The most, it will be a fun night with someone. I don't think it will go further. Sirius is a little like Tony. That's not a compliment."

"Stark has his faults. A lot, can't deny that. But Sirius isn't that bad."

"Yeah. Two Starks...I would have to retire and fake my death." Both shared a laugh at that. "I'll see what kind of person Sirius is. If he's lucky he might get a second one."

"Just don't make it awkward. I'm around them a lot now and remember there's a baby that is attached to you."

"All babies love me."

"Everyone loves you."

"I can give you a list of people who don't. Luckily most are in no position to say anything. Oh and politicians. They hate me."

"Only because you told them to kiss your ass."

Stephen was wishing he never got involved with the political side of this world.

But you do what you have to.

"Dr. Strange!" The startled receptionist said as he stepped out.

"Hello. Is the Minster in?"

"Yes...just give me a second."

"Dr. Strange. A pleasure to see you again." Bagnold greeted him as she opened the door a few seconds later.

"Minister." He greeted back. They stepped into her office and Strange didn't want to waste time. "I have a favor to ask of you."

"Of me? After your help with HIS followers and the Black debacle, I am happy to assist in any way I can."

"Very good. I need to speak to your Head Unspeakable."

"May I ask why?"

"I believe you just did." Strange smiled. "But it concerns Voldemort."

"I didn't think you were asking to have tea with them." She called the receptionist in and had her go get the man. "Is there anything you are willing to tell me about what you seek with the Unspeakables?"

"Voldemorts possible motive. I gave Dumbledore a chance to tell me himself but he refused."

A few minutes later a lone man entered.

"Dr. Strange. Saul Croaker. Head Unspeakable." Bagnold introduced him.

"Just Croaker." The man said simply.

"Pleasure to meet you." Stephen offered a hand.

"I know who you are. I am very curious as to why you asked for me." He didn't shake.

"I'll get straight to the point. I need to see your Hall of Prophecy."

Croaker's eyes gave a slight glare. "If you're aware of that room then you know it's not accessible to anyone other than my department."

Bagnold sat there stunned. If there was a prophecy concerning Voldemort...

"I'm not anyone." Strange replied. "I am being courteous by asking. If I wanted I would simply enter it."

"Croaker. Take Dr. Strange to the Hall." Bagnold ordered.

"Minster. There are many reasons why I can not do that."

"They are not important. Do this or I will find another Head for the department."

Croaker reluctantly conceded.

"Minster thank you. I trust this will stay between the three of us?"

"Of course Dr. Strange." 

Croaker lead the way with a scowl Strange followed behind and took note of all the people looking at him. Some in awe and some in fear. Whispers filled the air as he passed. He had to stop himself from smirking. For a community that lived surrounded by magic, they weren't very open to new forms of it.

Suddenly a redhead man was coming towards them. He looked nervous but seemed to be anxious to talk.

"Croaker. Good to see you." The Redhead greeted.

"Arthur." Croaker didn't look like he wanted to talk.

"Dr. Strange. It is an honor." The redhead man said honestly. "Oh forgive me. Authur Weasley." He held out his hand to Stephen.

"Nice to meet you." Stephen shook it.

"I must say I am unaware of how to properly greet a man in your position."

"Mr. Weasley relax. I may be a Sorcerer Supreme but I am still a man. Please don't bow." Stephen smiled at the nervous man.

Arthur seemed to relax. "Thank you. My department Misuse of Muggle Artifacts is very interested in your presence."

"That's a very interesting department. Your job is to make sure that no wizard is using their magic inappropriately to cause harm to non-magical individuals who can’t defend themselves from magic. Am I correct?"

"Yes!" Arthur seemed excited that Strange knew. "On a personal note, I have an interest in muggle devices. Would you be willing to tell me the secrets of the rubber duck?"

Strange was sure it was a joke but when the man didn't laugh he asked. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Arthur said honestly.

"We don't have time for your foolishness Weasley!" Croaker growled.

"Mr. Weasley, have you been to the non-magical side?" Strange stopped Croaker.

"Well not as much as I would like but I'm fascinated by all of it."

"I suggest you take some time and go out. You may learn for yourself the answers." This is ridiculous. How can someone who works in their government have such a little understanding? A rubber duck?

"Are you finished?!" Croaker asked.

"Yes. I am afraid we must be off Mr. Weasley." 

The two set off and entered the elevator. Strange again had to stop himself from laughing as they passed through the time room. What was around his neck was far beyond anything they had.

Finally, they reached the Hall. Stephen took in all the orbs. How many were made centuries ago? Why is so much placed on such vague things? To believe some cryptic words had so much power. 

"What are you looking for here Strange?" Croaker asked.

"A clue." Strange waved his hands. An arrow shot out and the line went towards one pedestal where a smaller orb was sitting.

The words under it read:

S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.

Dark Lord and (?)Harry Potter

Strange eyed the orb with a mix of anger and annoyance. Such a small thing to hold so much power. 

"So it is true." Croaker spoke.

"You didn't know?"

"Not fully. This was added recently, relatively. It explains the dark lord's change of direction. His drive before his fall was less focused on taking over and instead he began targeting members of Dumbledores 'secret' order."

"You know of that? Not surprising. I recognize Albus's initials. Do you know the seer?"

"They match Dumbledore's newest Divination professor. Sybill Trelawney. Descendent to a renowned seer."

"Dumbledore witnessed this. I gave him a chance and his ego wouldn't let him." Strange glared.

"You're going to have to bring the boy when he's older. If it is his then he will be the only one to remove it. All others will be driven mad if they touch it."

"Is that a fact?" Strange conjured a disk and floated it next to the orb. Then a broom appeared in his hands.

With a simple flick of the broom, the orb fell off the pedestal and onto the disk. It floated over to Stephen where he casually picked it up.

Croaker didn't get to register what happened. Until it was over. "That...that is impossible!" He stammered.

"And yet I just did it. Just so you're aware a pillow could have been used to catch it as well as could a few spells that are taught in your first year." It was frightening how easy the magic they relied on so much was beaten with common sense and outside-the-box thinking. "Now please be still." But carefully cast a spell stopping anyone but him from hearing what was about to be heard.

Strange held the orb and soon the words began to play out.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

The voice stopped and Strange looked on with a mix of disgust and anger. "That is it?! That is the most useless, vague, open-ended, drivel I have ever heard! Who would take this seriously?!"

"What? What did you do Strange?!" What did it say?!" Croaker didn't hear a word thanks to Strange blocking all sound around.

"I'm afraid I have another appointment to keep." Strange dropped the orb into a portal and it landed back on the pedestal. "Thank you for your assistance. Have a good day now."

"Don't you walk away from..."

Strange was out the portal and gone.

"Bloody Supreme!!"

Strange exited outside the bank. The only positive to come from that is one future won't come to be. But who believes in such broad terms? This dark lord in the prophecy could be a century away. How egotistical do you have to be to believe it is about you? And how did Voldemort hear of it?

Did Dumbledore let it slip? Maybe in hopes to trap him? No. He's not that ruthless. He justifies things as sacrifices for the greater good but even he wouldn't set up a child and his parents. And he didn't know Peter was the spy. Too many things happened for it to be set up by one man.

So how did Tom find out about it? 

"Ah, there you are." Sirius's voice interrupted his thoughts. "How did the Ministry go?"

"Something we need to discuss later. How are the Longbottoms?"

"Alice is awake. Frank is still under. But considering they are well. Remus took Harry home. Poor tike tired himself out playing with Neville."

"Any signs of his special 'talent'?"

"None. Behaved himself. Well as much as a child can." Sirius smirked.

"Good to hear. Now is the meeting set?"

"Was waiting on you. Asked the ones watching the door to keep an eye out for any glowing circles."

The two entered the bank and were escorted to a private meeting room.

Dumbledore pulled his head out of the floo. Arthur just informed him about Strange and Croaker. The man was so excited to have met the Supreme he had to tell someone! Fortunately for Dumbledore, he had been that person.

What business does he have with the Unspeakables? Could he know of the Prophesy?!

No. Even a man like him wouldn't have that information. Perhaps he is helping with the contracts?

That is more frightening. If he slips an oath of loyalty to his order...

"Too many questions and no answers." He pulled out a bottle of Firewiskey. He had much to think about.

Sirius and Strange sat across from the large desk 

"Are waits normally this long?" Stephen asked.

"They're goblins. Our time is irrelevant to them." Sirius glared at the door. He hated dealing with Goblins but understood how to. Not all of his family's lessons were forgotten.

A few minutes later a very aged goblin entered. He sat across from the two. He seemed to study Strange for a brief period then spoke. "I'm Director Criotnalmee. So you are the human's new Supreme? What became of the last one?"

"She passed."

The goblin showed a rare sign of slight remorse but quickly hid it. "A shame. She was a different human."

"You knew her well?"

"We conversed a few centuries ago. Her lack of tolerance for stupidity was something I agreed with."

"She was a force to be sure." Stephen agreed.

"So what does the Sorcerer Supreme want in my bank?"

"Mr. Black needs to check a family member's vault. I wish to accompany him."

"Family only. You know this rule, Black."

"I believe Bellatrix may have something in her vault that could be a risk to your entire bank," Strange said.

"She could have the secret to life in there. The rules don't change."

"I know how you work. How much to allow Strange to come with me to look?"

"More than you could afford." Criotnalmee's sharp teeth showed in a smile.

"Then I'll just have to move all Black accounts to the American Bank along with all of the Potters. "

Criotnalmee narrowed his eyes. "The cost of that wouldn't be worth it."

"Yes I'll lose money but how much will I be taking out of your bank? Who stands to lose more?" Sirius smirked.

"Don't ever threaten me human." A goblin losing gold was worse than losing a child.

"Gentlemen!' Strange stood. "I understand this is an unusual situation. Director this magic could very well cause death to you people. Do you not want to be sure?"

"Nothing that risks my bank is in that vault. Our wards and charms ensure that."

Stephen looked over the goblin. Despite his age, he was a very intimidating man. Perhaps he will listen to the truth?

"Can they detect a Horcrux?"

That made the goblin sit up straighter. "Choose your next words very carefully Supreme."

"So I take it you know of them?"

"What disgusting things you humans do to your souls is non of my concern. But if one is in MY bank. Then we will have a  serious  problem."

"A problem I can solve. I can find it and remove it. No risk to your people."

Criotnalmee contemplated the implication. If one was in that vault. It could be very dangerous to his people.

"Whose do you think it is?"

"Voldemorts." 

The old goblin knew now the risk. A regular wizard making one of those was dangerous. But he. Sure they don't take sides in human wars but when it spills into his bank...

"And what makes you believe one is in that vault?"

"A theory. The man didn't trust many, but he did her. This is considered one of the most secured places around. With Bellatrix able to use her well-guarded vault. It would be the perfect place to hide something."

"That's more of a wild hunch. You wish for me to violate an old memberships trust on a feeling?"

"I'll sweeten the pot," Sirius said. "If this turns out to be a waste of time. I will surrender one item in the Black Vault. No matter the value it will be yours."

"That I will have to have in writing," Criotnalmee demanded.

An agreement was struck. After reading the terms and seeing no small print Sirius signed.

Criotnalmee put the paper in his pocket. "I will accompany you personally. If I even suspect one coin removed from that vault..."

"I have no interest in your money. Only that container."

The cart ride was a new experience for Strange. He didn't care for it.

The dragon at the entrance of the vault made the sorcerer pause.

Sirius saw Strange look at the dragon. "First time seeing a dragon, Doctor?"

"For all you know I could have been a dragon once." Strange replied.

"Right." Sirius laughed. But saw how Strange wasn't. "You can't turn into a dragon. Can you?"

Stephen just gave him a smirk and didn't answer.

After the dragon was chased away the three entered the vault.

"Well, this certainly looks like a place a dragon would guard," Strange said as he saw the massive amount of gold and items.

"How do you plan to find one item in all of this?" Sirius asked.

"Remove the clutter." Strange began casting.

"What are you doing Strange?!" Criotnalmee demanded.

"Quite and don't move. Unless you wish to melt as well."

Sirius and Criotnalmee watched as a barrier formed around the three. Everything outside began to melt down into purely liquid. 

"Stop this now!!" Criotnalmee pulled out his dagger. This amount of gold being destroyed would break his bank. 

"Quiet!" Stephen ordered. Everything in the room was going down to its basic form. Except for one large goblet. The heat didn't seem to affect it at all. "There you are." 

The spell stopped. Stephen opened the Eye and everything began to take back its shape. Soon the pool of liquid gold was back to its original form. As if nothing had happened.

"That was brilliant!" Sirius said in amazement.

"What did you do?!" The goblin demanded again.

"The container is one of the few things not able to be consumed by that spell. It would be the only thing that would hold its form. We could have spent hours digging threw every single piece. This was faster." Stephen walked to the cup.

"A cup? Can't say I'm not disappointed." Sirius came next to him.

"This isn't an ordinary cup." Strange pulled out a flask and poured the contents in. 

"Now what?" Criotnalmee growled.

"We see if I'm correct." Stephen reached out and touched the cup.

It began to glow and a dark image formed above them.

Stephen Strange. I see into your soul. Pride hiding behind duty! LOST everything to your ego! 

The disembodied voice didn't get to finish. A flaming sword came into Strange's hand and sliced the cup in two.

A horrific shriek erupted as the cup began to dissolve. Strange kept the sword in until only ashes were left. After he was certain it was truly nothing but dust the sword disappeared.

"Looks like my theory was correct."

"Is there anything you can't do?! Those things are supposed to be near indestructible." Sirius was in awe.

"Nothing is truly unbreakable. Luckily he didn't have any other protective measures on it. He may have believed that it wasn't needed."

"That was You Know Whose voice." Criotnalmee sneered. One of those vile things was here after all!  "Your cousin has officially violated the terms of our vaults agreements. A notice will be delivered informing her she has 24 hours to clear out her belongings. As head of the house, you can do so in her place."

"Well, it's a shame I didn't know that before she was cast out. All that gold and jewelry will be a very fair amount to be a peace offering for the danger she placed your bank in. Don't you agree?" Sirius chuckled.

Criotnalmee gave a very genuine smirk as he accepted what Black was saying. 

The cart ride back was uneventful but not any more fun for Stephen.

"It's been an eventful day. Thank you for your assistance Director." Strange and Sirius began to leave.

"Strange." Criotnalmee stops him. "I thank you for this." He pulled out an oriented dagger and handed it to him. "Goblin steel."

"I don't require anything." Strange began to argue.

"Never turn down a gift from a goblin." 

Stephen nodded and took the blade. The goblin gave him a nod and then left the two standing there.

"Wow...that was the rarest thing you will ever see. A grateful goblin." Sirius remarked.

"Do wonders never cease?" Stephen smirked. "Let's take our leave. There's something we need to discuss."

"Yes, and I need to write someone a letter." Sirius grinned.

Bellatrix sat in her cell. Days after the spell wore off she was finally coherent. Weeks and her bowels were finally under control.

"I'm going to kill that Strange with my bare hands." She crackled.

Across from her, she heard the pathetic whinging of the rat.

"Useless." She spat. Master will return and free us. Then the Supreme will pay for this. Just have to have patience.

One of the guards came over and slipped something through the bars.

She smiled. Even locked up they still knew to respect her.

A letter lay on the ground. She picked it up and read.

Hello Cousin

Hope you're enjoying your new accommodations. I hear you're in good company with the other soul-destroying creatures.

But to the exciting news!

As the new Head of House Black. Effective immediately you are banished! Enjoy rotting in the hell you deserve.

P.S

Apparently the goblins discovered something in your vault that violates their terms and conditions. You have been given twenty-four hours to clear your belongings. Anything left will become their property.

As head of house, I could have moved them for you but you've been removed. Such a shame.

Love Sirius Black (Head of House Black)

Rage filled Bellatrix as she got to the end.

"BLACK!!!! YOU DOG!! I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!!"

Then the realization hit her. Something in her vault...

"Master..." fear replaced her anger.