Rescued by the Little Prince
Chapter 3: Rescued by the Little Prince
Regulus sat up suddenly with a gasp before looking around. It was so dark, aside from the small sliver of light peaking in through a slot in-between what look like curtains. Carefully, Regulus swung his legs off the side of the- what was he sitting on? It kind of felt like a…a bed. Was he in a bedroom?
After walking over to where the curtains were and opening them, Regulus turned to study his surroundings. Thanks to the soft moonlight streaming through his window, he could see a variety of shadowy shapes. Regulus squinted, trying to make them out. As his eyes adjusted, he could see a writing desk with a chair, two large cabinets (one tall, one short), a couple of shelves, a bed and a bedside table. And on the bedside table, he could see a small candle. Regulus smiled as he approaching the bedside table, grateful that one of the first charms he mastered wandlessly was the fire charm.
Focusing his magic at the candle, Regulus snapped his fingers until the candle lit up. As the small flame flickered on the wick; its gentle glow allowing to see Regulus to the finer details of the room around him. Like how the writing desk had a pile of books neatly stacked beside some pieces of rolled parchment and an inkpot with a quill. And how one of the cabinets was actually a large chest of drawers with a broomstick laying on top. He frowned as he sat on the bed. Why did everything around him looked so familiar?
Where am I? He thought to himself as he ran his palms along the sheets. They felt cool and silky, like satin. Slowly, he lifted a corner to his nose and inhaled. That’s odd. It smelt like patchouli and lavender; just like his bedsheets back at…
“The Manor,” he whispered. “I’m back at the Manor.”
Regulus choked out a relieved sob as he fell against the mattress. He was back in his bedroom at Grimmauld Place and not in that forsaken cave with those Inferi. Death had been kind and let him come back to life somewhere safe instead of somewhere dangerous. Well, sort of safe. But hey, he’d take his cold childhood home over icy seawater and decaying corpses any day.
“Thank you, Death,” he whispered, tears of relief and gratitude rolling down his cheeks. “Thank you so much!”
Wiping his eyes, Regulus quickly got up again to look at himself in the mirror by his wardrobe. He stared. He looked… eighteen. Exactly the same as the day he died, minus the stench of Inferi decay and saltwater. He was also wearing the short-sleeved cotton shirt and loose cargo pants he had secretly stolen from his older brother a few years ago. Regulus sighed again, this time in sorrow as he fingered the soft collar.
Apparently, Sirius had nicked them from Remus before coming home for the holidays to annoy their mother. Regulus had snuck in to look at them one night while Sirius was having another fight with Walburga. When he saw them, he couldn’t help but run his fingers over them. They were so different from his regular clothes. So soft and they smelt like chocolate. He couldn't help it. He stole them and snuck into his room to try them on. They felt wonderful. So unrestricting.
But then he heard Sirius screamed downstairs that he would leave and never come back. Regulus had desperately torn the clothes off and hid them before running out to stop his brother but he was too late. Sirius was gone and had left Regulus behind. Walburga had then told Regulus that Sirius had been disowned and to never talk to him again. So, like a good son and Slytherin he was, Regulus obeyed, ignoring Sirius the moment they saw each other on the train.
However, no matter how hard she tried, Walburga couldn’t stop Regulus from loving his brother. Despite not talking to him, Regulus had continued to watch Sirius from a distance and often wore his stolen clothes whenever he went to sleep. They were his only anchor of security until the day he died and even then, he had worn these clothes because he had wanted that little piece of his brother with him.
He sighed a third time, this time with gratitude. He was alive and safe.
“Thank you, Death. And you too, Lady Magic,” he whispered again before looking at his left forearm. His face fell.
A black skull with a snake coming out of the mouth, now faded due to Riddle’s defeat. Regulus sighed a fourth time, this time in disappointment. It was upsetting that he had returned to the land of the living still marked with one of the biggest mistakes he had ever made but he decided not to dwell. Death and Lady Magic had given him a wonderful gift; a second chance and he certainly wasn’t going to waste it. And one day, he’ll figure out how to remove the disgusting mark. But now, he had a job to do. He had to find Hari. But how was he supposed to find a one-year-old? He no longer had his wand (courtesy of Inferi) and he certainly wasn't going back to that bloody cave to find it. In fact, if he could, he’d have his memory of that place permanently removed from his head. Maybe he should ask Kreacher...
Wait, that’s it! Kreacher! He could ask Kreacher for help! He could help Regulus find Hari! Then Regulus frowned. Would Kreacher help him find Hari? Technically, the Potters were blood traitors and Kreacher was loyal to the Blacks, or more specifically, the old house-elf was loyal to his pureblood obsessed mother, Walburga. But, Kreacher had loved Regulus so maybe there was a chance he might help. Regulus bit his lip. Should he take such a risk? Sighing, he pressed his palms into his eyes to rub them before shaking his head. Guess he didn't have a choice.
Wiping his sweaty hands against his thighs, Regulus walked to the door to press his ear against it. Nothing. No sounds. Seemed safe but Regulus hadn’t lived in this house for eighteen years for nothing. No sounds were just as dangerous as incoming footsteps. Taking a few steps back, Regulus took a steady breath.
“Kreacher,” he whispered.
Immediately, there was a crack and there stood the wrinkly old house elf that Regulus had loved for years. Regulus watches as Kreacher looked at the candle in confusion before noticing him. The house elf gasped; his eyes filled with joyful tears. Realising what Kreacher was about to do, Regulus put a finger to his lips and shook his head violently, desperately trying to tell the elf not to make a sound and alert his mother. The elf nodded, covering his mouth to muffle his loud sobs as fat tears rolled down his wrinkly cheeks. Regulus gave the elf a relieved smile before moving his arms in a circular motion while signalling quiet with his fingers. Kreacher frowned, trying to understand what Regulus was asking for before his eyes widened in realisation. Regulus was asking for a silencing charm so the Mistress wouldn’t hear him. Nodding, Kreacher clicked his fingers, creating a barrier and a silencing charm around the two of them.
“Okay, Kreacher and young Master are safe now,” Kreacher gave a watery smile. “Mistress cannot hear us.”
“Good,” Regulus nodded, approaching the sniffling creature before kneeling in front of him, holding out his arms. “I have missed you, my friend.”
Weeping loudly, Kreacher threw his skinny arms around Regulus’ neck.
“Kreacher is missing Master too,” he wept, squeezing Regulus as hard as he could. “Forgive Kreacher, Master. Kreacher has failed. Kreacher tried everything but nothing destroys cursed locket.”
“No, no, you have not failed,” Regulus cooed, rubbing Kreacher’s back. “You did as I said. You are a wonderful elf and a wonderful friend. I’m so sorry I put you through everything with the Dark Lord.”
“Kreacher forgives, Kreacher forgives,” Kreacher chanted, making Regulus smile. Then Kreacher pushed back to look at Regulus, confusion all over his face. “Master, how has Master come back? Kreacher saw foul monsters take Master away!”
Regulus looked at the elderly elf. Should he tell him? Yes, he loved and trusted Kreacher and he knew that the wrinkly creature was loyal to a fault but elves always had a way of circumventing orders if they believed it was the right thing to do. And Kreacher still belonged to his mother, Walburga. He couldn't risk Kreacher telling his mother and her destroying everything. The woman would burn the wizarding world to the ground and Regulus with it if she found out what the plan was. He sighed. He was going to have to be careful about this.
“Kreacher,” he said firmly. “What I'm about to tell you is strictly secret. You must not tell anyone, especially not my mother or any surviving members of the Black family.”
Then, Regulus carefully took Kreacher’s hands in his before moving them to cover the elf’s mouth. “You are not to even hint to my mother or any Black members about me being alive or the actions I’m about to take. Do you understand?”
The elf nodded furiously, still keeping his hands over his mouth. Regulus smiled, gently lowering the elf’s hands.
“You are a good elf,” he praised, resting his hands on his thighs. “Now, do you remember the story of the Three Brothers?”
Kreacher nodded eagerly.
“Well, it’s not a fairy-tale,” Regulus informed him.
Kreacher listened with wide eyes as Regulus told him about meeting Death, Lady Magic, the Potters and members from Dumbledore’s vigilante group in the afterlife before ending with Death and Lady Magic’s deal to find the remaining the horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows and returning them to the deities while caring and protecting Hari from Riddle and Dumbledore for James and Lily. As Regulus finished his story, Kreacher turned sad again.
“So Master is leaving again?” He asked forlornly. Regulus nodded.
“Yes, I must leave,” he admitted. “To protect Hari and save my family.”
“What about Mistress?” Kreacher asked. Regulus sighed.
“Mistress doesn’t care,” he admitted. “She will kill our family first. Please Kreacher. I have to find Hari.”
Kreacher sighed before looking hopeful.
“Kreacher comes serve Master after Mistress dies?” He asked. Regulus nodded with a smile.
“I would be honoured,” he smiled, making Kreacher’s eyes well up again.
“Thank you, Master,” he smiled before looking serious; well, at least what he considered serious. In truth, he looked rather sinister. Regulus chuckled internally, remembering how Sirius always complained about how sinister Kreacher looked. Sirius. That's going to be a fun conversation, once he finds him.
“What can Kreacher do to help Master?”
“First, you can tell me where the locket is,” Regulus said. “Is it safe?”
“Kreacher has hidden it with Kreacher’s things. It is safe,” the elf admitted. Regulus nodded before frowning. If he was going to keep the Horcrux safe until he found a way to destroy it, he was going to need to keep it with him. But if he was going to look after a toddler, he couldn’t have a Horcrux around. Who knows what it would do to an innocent baby? What was he going to do? He hummed thoughtfully. Maybe some sort of magic container to hold the locket? With a barrier strong enough to keep the darkness away.
But there was nothing like that in the manor. Maybe the goblins might have something. They were quite skilled craftsmen and had such unique magic. And they might be willing for a price. But what could he offer? Never mind, he’ll deal with that in a bit. First, he needed to find Hari.
“Okay,” Regulus nodded. “I have a plan. Well, a quarter of a plan. But still, it’s a plan and I’ll need your help.”
“Of course, Master. What can Kreacher do?” Kreacher nodded eagerly, making Regulus chuckle softly. No matter what his brother said about the elf, Kreacher’s loyalty and eagerness was something to admire and appreciate.
“First, I need you to help me find Hari Potter,” Regulus explained. “It’ll take me forever to find him by myself and I don’t have my wand anymore. But maybe you can find him. Elf magic is different from wizarding magic. And once we've found Hari, I need to go to Gringotts. I need to ask the goblins to create an account for me, help me find a new place to live and create some sort of container strong enough to keep a Horcrux’s darkness contained.”
“Okay, Kreacher will take Master to find little halfblood bastard of filthy mudblood and blood traitor,” Kreacher nodded. Regulus frowned. He had forgotten his mother’s beliefs of muggles, muggleborns and halfbloods had been ingrained into the elf. That was going to take some work to fix.
Well, no time like the present. He thought
“Kreacher,” Regulus said gently. “Never say that foul word ever again, please. In fact, I forbid you from using any foul language against muggles, muggleborns and halfbloods. And there's no such thing as a blood traitor. We are all magical.”
Kreacher blinked, before reaching up to pull on his ears. Regulus quickly grabbed his hands.
“And I forbid you to injure yourself,” he added. Kreacher blinked before nodding.
“Kreacher will not use foul language or hurt himself again,” he promised. Regulus nodded.
“You’re a good elf,” he smiled before hearing the loud grandfather clock on the second level chime four times, indicating it was four in the morning. Regulus gasped.
“We have to go now,” he said urgently, quickly going over to the candle and blowing it out. “Please, take me to where Hari is!”
Kreacher nodded before holding out a hand. The second he grabbed Kreacher’s hand, Regulus felt that sudden, sickening sensation of apparation before feeling cold grass under his back. He groaned.
“Master!” Kreacher cried, touching Regulus’ cheeks. “Is Master alright?”
“I’m okay, Kreacher,” Regulus smiled before sitting up shakily. “Just been a while. Where are we?”
“Kreacher believes Master and Kreacher are in filthy-,” Kreacher winced when he realised what he was about to say. “Uh, Kreacher means Kreacher believes Master and Kreacher are on muggle lawn in muggle town,” he answered, smiling as Regulus gave a nod to say he was happy that Kreacher was trying to change his language. Then Kreacher looked around, hoping to find something to help his master when he noticed a nearby street sign. Privet Drive.
“Master,” Kreacher tapped Regulus’ shoulder and pointed at the sign. Regulus looked at the sign. Just a street name, no suburbs or city. Oh well, it was better than nothing. He gave Kreacher a smile.
“Well done,” he nodded, chuckling internally at the house elf’s preening before looking around. “Are you sure Hari is here?”
“Kreacher is not sure little one is here,” Kreacher admitted. “Kreacher just senses pure infant magic here, like Master’s when Master was young. Could be little one or could be other little ones. Kreacher does not know. Kreacher apologises.”
“No need to apologise, Kreacher,” Regulus smiled, rising to his feet as the nausea from the apparation finally subsided. “We’ll check around here to see if Hari is here. And if he isn't, we’ll-.”
Regulus jumped as a sudden sneeze broke the stillness behind him, followed by some whimpers.
“Did you hear that?” He asked.
“Kreacher believes sneeze come from over there,” Kreacher pointed behind Regulus
Regulus turned to see a lump covered in blankets wiggling around on the front porch of the house they were in front of. Looking down at his elf momentarily, Regulus gingerly approached the front door, Kreacher following close behind. Was there an animal of some kind trapped under the blanket? Kneeling in front of the wiggling lump, Regulus looked at Kreacher before reaching out to grab the blanket. Carefully, he lifted the blankets off to reveal little Hari Potter, dressed in a blue striped onesie and holding an adult leather jacket tightly in his little hands while a letter sat beside his leg. Regulus sighed in relief, torn between relief that Hari was okay and anger that he was left on a doorstep in the middle of the night.
He looked at the little boy, who appeared to be carefully scrutinising him and Kreacher. His eyes were quite unusual. They looked like they were glowing now and there was a ring of black outlining the irises. The pupils were also a diamond shape now. What was it that Lady Magic said? Oh yes, the ability to see those who had died. Maybe that's why his eyes were like that now. Regulus then looked down at Hari’s hands. They were no longer clenching the leather, which allowed Regulus to see the nails properly. While in the afterlife, Regulus could only see how black they were but now, he could see how sharp they were as well. He would have to trim those later to make sure that Hari didn't scratch himself.
“Salut, mon chéri,” he cooed, moving so he was sitting comfortably beside the toddler rather than him front of him. He wasn't sure about Hari but Regulus hated it when people were looking down at him, especially his parents. He always felt like he couldn't escape if there was someone looking down at him.
“Pa’foo?” Hari asked hopefully. Regulus sighed sadly. Of course, Hari never met him before and he and his brother did look quite similar; so similar to the point that strangers (or in this case a baby) could believe they were twins.
“Non, mon chéri,” he said softly. “Regu-.”
Regulus paused and frowned. His name might be a little difficult for a one-year-old learning to talk to pronounce. Maybe he should try a nickname like his brother. But what? Reggie was solely Sirius’ nickname for him. Then he recalled the constellation his name came from.
“Leo,” Regulus smiled at Hari, pointing at himself. “You may call me Leo.”
“Leo?” Hari repeated, his L sounding like a W.
“Leo,” Regulus confirmed with a nod, holding out his hand. “Come here, mon chéri. We’re going to go and ask the goblins to find a new home for the both of us.”
“Home?” Hari asked, rising shakily to his feet.
“That’s right,” Regulus nodded, shivering as a light breeze blew. That's when he remembered he was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt. He sighed. He should have grabbed a cloak before he left.
“Leo cold?” Hari asked, taking a step towards Regulus when he suddenly tripped over the leather jacket. As he started to fall off the doorstep, Regulus reached out his left hand, catching the toddler on his forearm.
“I’ve got you,” he smiled, keeping his arm steady as Hari gripped it to correct himself. As he did, Hari’s sharp nails dug into Regulus’ skin, right into the faded Death Mark. Regulus hissed in pain. Those nails were as sharp as they looked. Hang on, didn't Lady Magic say she had blessed them with the Power of Destruction? What did that mean?
“Sorry, Leo,” Hari said sadly, moving to hug Regulus.
“It's okay, mon chéri,” Regulus smiled, patting the toddler’s shoulder. “It was an accident. I'll cut your nails later so...Ahhh!”
“Master!” Kreacher cried out in alarm as Regulus gripped his arm, his mouth opened in a silent scream as pain shot up his arm. It was like he had been hit by the Cruciatus Curse while being forced to get the tattoo at the same time. It hurt so much! Regulus grit his teeth as tears fell. Hari started crying in fear as he grabbed Regulus’ wrist.
“Leo!” he sobbed as he started peppering Regulus’ arm with kisses. “Sorry! Hari sorry! Owie!”
Regulus let out a shuddering gasp as the burning slowly subsided with each kiss. Panting, he looked down at his arm. To his amazement, the Mark was slowly vanishing until it was gone. No longer was Regulus’ forearm tainted with that mark of pain and suffering. The skin was clear except for the eight red, crescent-shaped wounds created from Hari’s tiny nails. They looked like an ugly bite mark but to Regulus, they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Letting out a breathy laugh, he picked up the crying boy and gave him a tight hug.
“Merci, mon petit chou,” he beamed, kissing the boy’s head. “Thank you, little one. Thank you.”
“Leo?” Hari asked in confusion.
“You got rid of the awful mark,” Regulus smiled, seating Hari on his lap so he could show the toddler his now-clean forearm. “See? That mark made Leo sad and hurt but you made it go away. Thank you, darling.”
“Owie go bye-bye?”
“Owie goes bye-bye,” Regulus nodded. Hari beamed proudly as Kreacher studied Regulus’ now blank arm.
“How did little one remove evil mark?” he asked in bewilderment.
“It's like I told you, Kreacher,” Regulus smiled. “Death and Lady Magic’s gift.”
Then Hari suddenly slumped against Regulus, giving a large yawn. Regulus frowned. What... Oh, that's right, Death did say that Hari destroying something with his nails and then healing it with a kiss would exhaust him.
“Sleepy,” Hari mumbled, lifting his hand to his mouth. Regulus quickly grabbed Hari’s hand, preventing him from placing his fingers in his mouth. He didn't want to risk Hari hurting himself by putting his fingers in his mouth. Regulus winced as Hari started whimpering. What was he going to do?
“Master, Kreacher can summon pacifier for little one,” Kreacher offered. “Master use to have one when little.”
“Please!” Regulus begged, now fighting Hari to prevent him from sucking his fingers while rocking him. Kreacher nodded and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a blue pacifier appeared in his bony hand.
“Where did that come from?” Regulus asked curiously.
“Inside house. Muggles have little one inside,” Kreacher answered, clicking his fingers again. “Kreacher clean it for little one.”
“Thank you, Kreacher,” Regulus said, just as the baby opened his mouth to wail. In a panic, Regulus stuck the pacifier in the baby’s mouth. Hari frowned, sucking on it a little before relaxing against Regulus, his head falling into the crook of Regulus’ neck.
“There we go,” Regulus smiled, rubbing circles on Hari’s back. “Go to sleep now, mon petit chou. You must be exhausted.”
Regulus then began to hum the old lullaby Sirius used to sing to him when he was little. Immediately, Hari fell asleep, relaxing his grip on Regulus’s shirt. Regulus sighed in relief before shivering again. He eyed the leather jacket before looking at Kreacher.
“Would you hold him for a minute please?” he asked.
Kreacher eagerly held out his arms, taking the sleeping baby. As Kreacher happily held the sleeping toddler, Regulus smiled. House elves certainly loved babies. He then grabbed the jacket and examined it, smiling fondly when he recognised it. It was Sirius’. He remembered the way Sirius had walked around school in it. It was his pride and joy. Regulus held it close, inhaling the scent. Lavender, motor oil, canine and baby. Sirius. Blinking back tears, Regulus quickly slipped the jacket on. The inside was a nice furry material that warmed his cold skin. He gave a pleasant hum before noticing the envelope still sitting in the ground near Hari’s blanket.
Curious, he picked it up. It read “Mr V. And Mrs P. Dursley. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging. Surrey.” on the envelope. So they're in Surrey. Interesting. But why was Hari outside with a blanket and an envelope? Frowning, Regulus opened it and pulled out a letter.
“Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,” it read. “I apologise to tell you this but I'm afraid that James and Lily Potter have been murdered. However, their son, Hari has managed to survive this ordeal. I’m asking you to look after him as when Lily died, she managed to unlock some ancient magic that provides him protection. However, this power is only possible if Hari stays with his blood family, which is you. Please look after young Hari and teach him about our world. I will provide monthly expenses to help. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore.”
Regulus grit his teeth as he scrunched up the envelope and letter in his hand. So Dumbledore was the one who left Hari on the doorstep in the middle of the night. Senile old fool.
“Bloody Dumbledore,” he grumbled.
“Master?” Kreacher asked. Regulus shook his head and smiled, holding out the two balls of scrunched paper.
“Please destroy these,” he requested. Kreacher nodded, handing Hari back so he could take the items and burn them. As Regulus took Hari, the baby grumbled a little before settling in Regulus’ arms. Regulus smiled as the boy curled against his chest, pressing his palm right where Regulus’ heart was.
Such little hands. He thought, about to touch one of Hari’s little fingers when he remembered the nails. He had barely managed to prevent Hari from sucking on his fingers. What if he scratches himself in his sleep or worst? He had to cover those nails now.
“What’s wrong, Master?” Kreacher asked as he finished burning the letter and envelope.
“We need some gloves or something to cover his hands so he doesn't scratch himself,” Regulus explained, grabbing the blanket to cover Hari with it. “Kreacher, could you-?”
The two then jumped at a sudden, squeaking sound. Kreacher looked around cautiously.
“What was that, Master?”
Frowning, Regulus got up and walked around the corner to see a gate. He peered over and frowned. It was a strange muggle contraption that was squeaking as it turned along with the cold but gentle breeze. Regulus cocked his head, squinting at the shadows that seemed to be attached. They looked like... Baby clothes. Regulus grinned. That thing was covered in baby clothes and it looked like there was a pair of mittens hanging there too.
“Kreacher, look!”
Kreacher walked over and climbed up, digging his dirty nails into the gate as he climbed until he could see over the fence. His eyes widened with curiosity at the strange contraption decorated with baby clothes.
“Do you see those mittens over there?” Regulus asked. “Could you get them for me, please? I'll buy Hari some proper gloves later but those should do for now.”
“Yes Master,” Kreacher nodded, climbing down before snapping his fingers. Regulus watched as the mittens unpegged themselves before floating towards Regulus. Once they were close enough, Kreacher snapped his fingers again, making the gloves attach themselves to Hari’s little hands.
“Thank you, my friend,” Regulus smiled. “Okay, we've got Hari. Now I need to get to Gringotts. Will you take us please?”
“Yes Master,” Kreacher nodded, holding out his hand.
After tucking the blanket tightly around the sleeping baby, Regulus pressed Hari tight against his chest before taking Kreacher’s hand. With a crack, Regulus felt himself get swept away with Kreacher. He gritted his teeth as he travelled with Kreacher, praying that Hari would be okay. Eventually, and thankfully, the three of them landed outside the Gringotts back. Nauseated, Regulus leaned heavily against the wall, feeling his arms tingle. At the same time, Hari suddenly woke up and spat out the pacifier before vomiting over Regulus’ shirt. Regulus cringed as Hari began to squirm and cry, kicking himself free of the blanket.
“Kreacher, please take Hari!” he said urgently as his grip on Hari started to loosen. “I think I’m going to drop him!”
Immediately, Kreacher grabbed the sobbing baby, clicking his fingers at the same time to remove the vomit from both Regulus and Hari. Smiling his thanks, Regulus sat down, taking some deep breaths to calm the nausea while shaking his arms. At the same time, Kreacher started rocking Hari in an attempt to calm him.
“Hush little one,” Kreacher whispered urgently, keeping his eye on Regulus. “Is Master okay?”
“I’m fine,” Regulus nodded, giving his arms one final shake before holding them out. “Thank you for cleaning me. I can hold him now.”
Kreacher nodded before carefully depositing the bawling child in Regulus’ arms. Curling his arms around Hari’s back and cupping his head with one hand, Regulus started rocking back and forth like Sirius used to do to him when he was little.
“Shh, mon chéri,” he murmured as Hari’s wailing turned into wet hiccups. “It’s okay. I know. It hurts your tummy. It hurts my tummy too. But it’s okay. It’ll go away soon.”
“Leo,” Hari whimpered, clinging to Regulus’ neck. “Owie.”
“I know, I know,” he whispered before looking at Kreacher. “Kreacher, could you transfigure something into a bottle and fill it with some water please?”
Kreacher nodded before looking around to find something he could turn into a bottle. Seeing nothing except the pacifier and the blanket on the ground, Kreacher shrugged, picking up the blue plastic and silicone nipple before clicking his fingers twice; once to clean the item and the second time to transform it into a baby bottle. A third click filled it with fresh water.
“Here Master,” he said, holding out the bottle.
“Merci, Kreacher,” Regulus nodded, taking the bottle before nudging Hari’s temple with his nose. “Mon chéri? I have some water here. Would you like it?”
Hari slowly lifted his head from Regulus’ neck and eyed the bottle wearily. He then took the bottle in two hands before suckling on it. Regulus sighed in relief as he carefully shifted Hari until he was laying in his arms. The two of them stared at each other. Then Hari took the bottle out of his mouth and dropped it on the ground before reaching up to touch Regulus’ face. Slowly, Regulus felt his eyes fill with tears and his heart swell as he touched one of the tiny gloved hands.
“You’re a treasure,” he murmured. “An absolute treasure. You know, I already promised your parents that I’d take care of you. But I’m going to make a promise to you too. I’m going to look after you. I’m going to keep you safe; from Riddle, from Dumbledore and from anyone who would try to take advantage of you.” He then kissed the little hand, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I promise, Hari, I will look after you and love you; and I promise I will never be like my parents to you. You are mon trésor and I will keep you safe.”
“Leo,” Hari cooed, making Regulus smile.
“That’s right, I’m Leo,” he nodded before looking at Kreacher, who was holding the blanket and pacifier (which he turned back once Hari dropped the bottle) while gazing at the two of them lovingly. “Merci, mon ami. Thank you for helping me with this.”
“Kreacher would do anything for Master,” Kreacher nodded, handing it back to Regulus.
“Doesn’t mean I’m any less grateful,” Regulus smiled, putting the pacifier in his jacket pocket before standing, shifting Hari so he was sitting on his hip. “Okay Kreacher, we need to go into Gringotts’s and I’ll need you to stay close. I may have to trade some things to them to get their help.”
Kreacher screwed up his face at the idea of giving away treasures that had been in the Black family for generations, but he nodded. If giving up family heirlooms meant that his master would get the help he needed, then Kreacher would allow the goblins to take those treasures. Then the two of them made their way into the bank, Regulus sent a silent thank you to the gods that the goblins ran their own timetable on banking hours.
Inside, Regulus looked around, trying to figure out which goblin would be the best one to talk to. Spying one who was counting gallons, Regulus took a deep breath and approach him.
“Noble goblin,” he said firmly. Slowly, the goblin looked up from his work to eye Regulus wearily. Swallowing nervously, Regulus bowed his head.
“Would you please direct me to the goblin who is in charge of the Potters’ account?” he asked cordially. “I also need to talk to someone about adoption, creating a new account and finding a new place to live.”
The goblin blinked, his eyes flickering between Regulus, the baby in his arms and the house elf by his feet. Then he gave a nod and got down off his chair.
“Follow me,” the goblin grumbled. Regulus nodded before following the stout creature towards a closed glass door a few metres away. He opened the door a crack.
“Someone to see you about the Potters’ account,” the goblin said. The goblin paused, listening to the grumbling sounds for a second before turning back to Regulus.
“Go ahead,” he grumbled, walking past to go back to his desk.
“Thank you,” Regulus nodded before walking inside. At a large desk, surrounded by scales and parchment, sat a rather portly goblin with a long, hooked noses. On his head sat a black pointed hat. He eyed Regulus, carefully studying him before shifting his gaze to Hari and then Kreacher.
“You say you wish to discuss the Potters’ account?” the goblin sneered. Regulus gave a polite nod.
“Very well,” the goblin said, summoning two chairs with a click of his fingers. “Have a seat. My name is Nagkar. I have been looking after the Potters’ account since 1913 when my father passed the responsibility to me. What can I do for you?”
“My name is Regulus Black,” Regulus said as he and Kreacher sat on the chairs, Regulus carefully shifted Hari from his hip to his lap. “This is my house elf Kreacher and this-,” Regulus looked down at the little boy, who was gazing into space with a big smile on his face. “-is Hadrian Potter.”
Nagkar raised his eyebrows at the sight of the little boy before sighing.
“So it’s true,” he said plaintively. “Mister and Missus Potter are gone and their young son is the last of the Potters.”
Regulus nodded.
“A shame,” Nagkar shook his head before looking at Regulus. “What can I do for you, Mr Black? As I said before, I look after the Potters’ account, not the Blacks. And the last we heard, Mr Black, you had died, and we only know this because your mother graced us with her screaming presence, lamenting how she no longer had a male heir to the Noble House of Black.”
“I apologise for my mother’s behaviour,” Regulus apologised, giving Kreacher a look to warn him not to say anything that would offend the goblin. “As for my being alive, it’s a long and complicated story.”
“Well, I don’t have time for long and complicated stories,” Nagkar said, folding his arms. “So, tell me why you requested to see me.”
“I’ve come to ask you to help me adopt Hari,” Regulus stated. “I also want help in creating a new account for myself and finding a safe place for Hari and I to live.”
Regulus watched as the goblin looked at him in surprise before looking solemn.
“I’m sorry, Mister Black, but I’m afraid you can’t adopt young Hadrian,” he said.
Immediately, Regulus’ face fell. Couldn’t adopt Hari? No, he had to adopt Hari. It was the only way to keep him safe and for him to keep his promise to Lily and James. Closing his eyes, he quickly thought back to the occlumency lessons Andromeda had taught him and Sirius when they were younger. First lesson: clear your mind and stay calm. You’re vulnerable if you show emotion. Taking a deep breath, Regulus opened his eyes and looked calmly at the goblin.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“I’m not sure if you know this, but James, Lily and Hadrian were the last of the Potter household,” Nagkar explained. “And before they went into hiding, they created a will. And in that will, it specifically says who would take care of young Hadrian in their demise. And I’m afraid you are not one of those people.”
Regulus blinked as he looked at Kreacher, who looked at him sadly.
“Isn’t there another way?” he asked.
“I’m sorry Mister Black,” Nagkar said again. “Unless there’s something in the Potters’ will that allows you to take him or members of the Potter family exclusively adopt you into the family, there is no way I can let you take young Mister Potter as your own. I’m sorry but this is one wizarding law that we goblins respect.”
Regulus frowned. What was he going to do? All the Potters were dead. Sighing, he looked down at Hari, who was now reaching out into the air, like he was asking for a hug.
“Mama! Dada!” he cooed, his hands rapidly opening and closing in grabbing motion.
Regulus’ eyes widened. Technically, all the Potters except Hari were dead but Death and Lady Magic said that Hari could see the dead now. Regulus looked in the direction Hari was reaching. Was he seeing his parents right now? Were they here? Then that means they could help! But how? What was it that Death said again? In order for others see the dead as well, Hari had to… to…. Kiss. That’s right, Hari had to kiss someone’s eyelids to allow them to see those who passed on.
“Hari?” Regulus grinned, turning the little boy around in his lap.
“Leo?”
“Hari, may I have a kiss, please?” Regulus asked hopefully as he tapped his eyelids. “Here and here?”
Hari nodded eagerly, grabbing Regulus’ shirt before slowly rising to his feet, wobbling as he did. Holding the little boy’s hips to steady him, Regulus closed his eyes and waited.
Please work, please work, please work! He pleaded as he felt Hari’s lips against his eyelids. He shivered as he felt a small, strange wave of magic tickle his eyes before opening them. Regulus let out a breathless laugh. It worked. Standing in front of him were James, Lily, as well as Fleamont and Euphemia Potter (which Regulus had the pleasure of meeting in the afterlife).
“About time!” James complained, his face full of mirth. “What kept you?”
“Shut up Potter,” Regulus snapped before looking at Nagkar, who looked very confused. “I’m sorry, you said I have to get exact permission from the Potters.”
“That is right,” the goblin nodded.
“Well, first, I need you to let Hari kiss you as he did with me,” Regulus explained as he put the baby on the ground. “Please will you let him?”
Nagkar’s face immediately filled with disgust at the idea of being kissed by a drooling baby. But he gave a slight nod before getting off his chair.
“Okay Hari, you see that goblin there?” Regulus asked, pointing at Nagkar. Hari looked between Regulus and Nagkar before nodding. “Would you kiss him, please? Like you did with me?”
Hari nodded eagerly before waddling towards the goblin with a big smile. Once he was close enough, Nagkar leaned forward slightly before closing his eyes. Happily, Hari pressed two affectionate kisses to Nagkar’s eyelids before eagerly walking back to Regulus.
“Well done, mon trésor,” Regulus praised, picking up Hari again whilst the Potters applauded. As they did, Nagkar opened his eyes before falling backwards in shock.
“Great Ragnuk!” he breathed.
“Hello Nagkar,” Fleamont smiled. “it’s good to see you again.”
“And you, Mr Potter,” Nagkar nodded. “How is this possible?”
“Long story short, my grandson has been blessed with gifts from Death and Lady Magic themselves,” Fleamont smiled fondly at Hari, who was preening under Regulus’ quiet praise. “But now, we have more important things to deal with.”
“Very well,” Nagkar nodded, rising to his feet. “Then what can I do for the Potter family?”
“Well, the first thing is about Regulus,” Euphemia stated, making Regulus look at her in surprise. “About… I’m sorry, what the date?”
“November, first. Nineteen-eighty-one,” Nagkar answered.
“Thank you,” Euphemia nodded. “Anyway, six years ago, about three months after we magically adopted Sirius into our family, he wrote Fleamont and I a letter. He had asked that, even though Regulus was now heir to the Noble House of Black, he would still have a place in the Potter household. So, Fleamont and I visited Laggott; you know, the goblin in charge of magical adoptions. We asked that even though Regulus was still living at home at the time, he could be a part of the Potter family. Laggott then wrote up a contract that would be sealed if and when Regulus chose to be a part of our family. All he would have to do is provide a blood sample.”
Nagkar frowned as he mulled over the information before nodding.
“I see. Please excuse me while I visit Laggott,” he said. “If this contract exists, then it should allow Mr Black to adopt Hari.”
As the goblin walked out the door, Regulus continued to stare at the Potters in wonder.
“What’s the matter, Reggie?” James grinned. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Regulus rolled his eyes at the joke while Lily punched her husband. James laughed before moving closer to Regulus and Hari.
“Okay, jokes aside, what’s the matter?” he asked.
“One moment,” Regulus said before looking at Kreacher. “Kreacher, would you amuse Hari while I talk to the Potters?”
“Yes Master,” Kreacher nodded before taking Hari from him. “Come little one. Kreacher show you tricks Kreacher used to do for Master when Master was little.”
Regulus watched as Kreacher sat Hari on the floor with his blanket before summoning some glowing orbs and making them dance around the toddler, who squealed and clapped his hands. Regulus smiled. He remembered that trick. It was one of his favourites because he hated the dark when he was younger and Kreacher always made sure there was a bit of light near him so he could sleep. Then he remembered what Euphemia had said and turned his attention back to the Potters.
“What’s wrong, dear?” Euphemia asked.
“Sirius actually did that for me?” he asked softly. “I thought when he left the manor, he wanted nothing to do with me.”
James sighed.
“Do you remember that day when Sirius managed to corner you and ask you how you were?” he asked.
Regulus nodded. He remembered that day vividly. It was about a week after they had returned to school. He was tired from the numerous heir lessons his mother had drilled into him over the course of a month and his heart was still hurting from Sirius’ abandonment. So when Sirius found him walking to the library during a free period and asked if they could talk, he couldn’t help it. He just snapped. As his mother’s abusive words screamed in his head, Regulus had yelled at Sirius. He called him a selfish bastard and told him to never speak to him again before running off. Once he had hidden himself in an alcove, he had sobbed himself hoarse before realising what he had done. He then sobbed silently, his throat and his heart hurting at the thought that he had lost his brother forever.
“Well, after you screamed at him to leave you alone, Sirius came back to the dorms,” James explained. “It was just me and Moony there. He cried for the longest time. It had finally hit him that he had lost you. He felt so guilty for leaving you behind.”
Regulus looked at James, suddenly feeling anger. Sirius felt guilty about leaving him behind? Good.
“Well, he should!” Regulus snapped, tears forming. “He promised he would never leave me! But he did! He left me with our mother! Do you know what she did me after he left?! Do you know how much she hurt me?! No, you don’t! You two didn’t care what happened to me! You two were just happy going around playing Quidditch and pranks together, not caring that I was alone and needed my brother! Who cares what happens to me as long as you and Sirius had each other?!”
Covering his mouth his hand, Regulus started to sob.
“What was so special about you, Potter?!” he cried. “He was my brother first! And yet, he left me for you! Why?! What was so fucking special about you that my brother - the one who promised to love me and protect me forever – would pick you over me?! Is it because I was a Slytherin?! It was just a fucking house! You could have included me but you didn’t because I was a Slytherin! Why?! He was my family first! My blood! He was mine and you took him from me!”
“Leo!”
Eyes wide, Regulus turned to look at Hari, who was looking at him in tears while Kreacher winced. He gasped. Oh Merlin, what had he done? He had yelled and sworn in front of Hari.
“I-I’m…,” he choked.
“Leo,” Hari whimpered, standing up and waddling over before holding up his arms. Regulus blinked. What was Hari doing? Why wasn’t he trying to run away?
“Pick him up,” Lily instructed. Regulus looked at her before picking up the toddler. As soon as the little boy was in his arms, Hari wrapped his arms around Regulus’ neck.
“No cry, no cry,” Hari chanted, rubbing his face into Regulus’ collarbone. “Leo no cry.”
Regulus blinked. Hari was trying to comfort him. A fifteen-month-old toddler he was planning to raise and look after was trying to comfort him, an eighteen-year-old. How ironic. He sighed and looked at Kreacher, who shrugged while clicking his fingers to vanish the orbs. Regulus smiled before pressing his lips to Hari’s hair.
“I’m okay, mon chéri,” he smiled, quickly wiping his cheeks free of tears. “I’m sorry I yelled and swore at your daddy. It wasn’t right. Make sure you don’t repeat the words I just said, okay?”
“Okay,” Hari agreed before curling himself into Regulus’ chest. Regulus smiled, rubbing circles on the little boy’s neck with his thumb before looking at James, who had gone silent.
“I’m sorry, James,” he apologised. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Especially in front of your son. I’m so sorry.”
“No, you’re right,” James said quietly. “I did take Sirius from you and I didn’t include you. Because all I saw was a Slytherin, not Sirius’ brother. I-I am so so sorry.” Tears then rolled down James’ ghostly cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t take a chance to know you; I’m sorry I was prejudice against you for being a Slytherin; I’m sorry for taking your brother from you and I’m sorry I didn’t fight to get you out of that house. I’m so sorry.”
Regulus blinked. Never in a million years did he think James Potter, Gryffindor, would apologise to him. But then again, today was a day full of all sorts of surprises so should he really be amazed that he’s finally getting the apology he deserved from James? Probably not, but still it was nice to get an apology.
“Thank you, James,” he smiled just as Nagkar walked in with a slightly taller but just as portly goblin wearing glasses and holding a scroll.
“Mr Black,” Nagkar stated. “This is Laggott. He looks after contacts and magical adoptions.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” Regulus bowed his head. “I am Regulus Black and this is Hadrian Potter. I wish to adopt Hadrian.”
“Yes, Nagkar told me of your… situation,” the goblin nodded, his eyes narrowed. “I must admit I find it a little difficult to believe. I would like to check to make sure that you aren’t lying.”
“Of course,” Regulus nodded before looking at Hari, who was starting to squirm and fuss in his arms. “Hari? Do you see the goblin over there?”
Hari looked at Laggott.
“Gobin,” he said wearily.
“That’s right,” Regulus nodded, standing up to walk towards the goblins. “He needs a kiss too, just like Leo and Mr Nagkar. Can you do it please?”
“Okay,” Hari grumbled.
Once Regulus was close enough, he held Hari out towards Laggott, who was looking at the toddler with reluctance.
“You have to take him and let him kiss your eyelids,” Regulus informed him.
The goblin rolled his eyes, but begrudgingly took the toddler in his arms before closing his eyes. As Hari pressed two kisses to Laggott’s eyelids, Regulus took a deep breath before channelling his occlumency skills to make sure he didn’t snigger at the sight of a grumpy three-foot goblin holding a toddler because it was a little funny. Once Hari had finished kissing Laggott, he held his arms out to Regulus.
“Leo,” he yawned. Laggott opened his eyes and gave Hari back to Regulus before looking around. Like Nagkar, he too jumped at the sight of the ghostly family.
“Great Ragnuk! It’s true!” Laggott breathed.
As two goblins started discussing matters with the ghostly family, Regulus sat down to give his full attention to the fussy baby in his arms.
“What’s wrong, mon chéri?” Regulus asked as he pulled the pacifier out of his pocket.
“Hungee,” Hari grumbled.
Regulus winced. As much as he wanted to send Kreacher away to get some food for the baby, the goblins would never allow it. They hated having any type of food or beverage in their bank so Regulus was stuck. Then it struck Regulus that he probably needed to check Hari’s nappy. Oh Merlin; nappy changing. And Hari will also need toys, blankets; a lot of things. Being a father was going to be hard.
“I’m sorry, mon trésor,” he sighed, sticking the pacifier in Hari’s mouth. “I promise, I’ll get you something to eat and change you as soon as we’re done. Why don’t you have a little nap and when you wake up, you can have something to eat?”
As he spoke, Regulus rocked Hari, hoping the little boy would listen and not start crying. Hari studied him carefully for a few minutes before closing his eyes and going to sleep. Regulus sighed, relieved that Hari had accepted his proposal, before allowing himself to just stare at the sleeping toddler. As he watched Hari suckle on the pacifier, Regulus felt his heart swell. He couldn’t believe it. He only met this little boy two hours ago – after a quick glance at the clock above the desk – and yet he had completely won Regulus’ heart. Forget prophecies. This child was truly magical.
“Mr Black?”
Regulus looked up to see everyone looking at him. Laggott was now holding three scrolls.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” he asked.
“Laggott and I have discussed with the Potters about your arrangement and we’ve just written up some contracts,” Nagkar explained, carefully holding up each scroll. “This is the original contract which will allow you to be magically adopted into the Potter family like your brother. This one will let you adopt young Hadrian and this contract will allow us to create a new account for you. All we need are some signatures and a little bit of yours and young Hadrian’s blood to make the adoption official.”
“Thant’s it?” Regulus asked hopefully.
“For a payment, of course,” Laggott sneered.
“Of course,” Regulus answered cordially, his heart speeding up with anxiety. He was hoping that the goblins wouldn’t ask of anything extravagant. “What would you like?”
“Your parents hold some goblets made from pure goblin silver,” Nagkar stated. “If they are returned to us, that will cover the cost of this situation.”
Regulus sighed. It seemed fair. But just to make sure…
“If I add in some family jewels, will you also help me find a new place to live and not breathe a word of my being alive to my mother?” Regulus added urgently. Nagkar and Laggott’s eyes gleamed.
“That seems like an appropriate deal,” Nagkar nodded. “Goblets and five separate pieces of jewellery.”
Regulus nodded before looking at Kreacher, who looked absolutely shattered at the idea of giving Black Family Treasures to the goblins.
“Kreacher, please,” he begged. Kreacher sighed.
“Kreacher will bring goblets,” he promised. “What pieces would Master like?”
“Bring the jewellery that was passed to me when Mother made me heir,” Regulus requested. “The emerald cufflinks, the silver pocket watch, the black pearl engagement necklace, the emerald and onyx brooch and the gold and emerald courting bracelet.”
“Yes Master,” Kreacher nodded before disappearing with a crack.
Hari moaned in his sleep at the sudden sound but instantly calmed down as Regulus started humming to him. There was another crack as Kreacher reappeared, holding a silver jewellery box in one hand and a goblet box in the other.
“Here are the items as Master requested,” Kreacher said mourningly, placing the boxes on the desk. As the goblins eagerly examined the items, Regulus patted Kreacher on the head while the ghostly family smiled at him.
“Merci, mon ami,” Regulus smiled.
“Thank you, Kreacher,” Lily smiled. “Thank you for doing this for my son.”
“Yes, thank you,” James added while Fleamont and Euphemia nodded. Kreacher stared at the Potters in shock before bowing his head.
“They’re all here,” Laggott nodded before looking at Regulus. “You have held up your end of the bargain. Now we will honour ours. We shall find you a new home and we will tell no one of your existence, not even your mother.”
“Thank you,” Regulus sighed gratefully, standing to move closer to the desk. “Where do I need to sign?”
“These three documents,” Nagkar gestured to the slips of parchment on the desk. Regulus nodded before looking at Kreacher.
“Kreacher?” he asked, holding out Hari.
“Of course, Master,” Kreacher said gleefully, taking the toddler in his arms.
Regulus smiled fondly before turning his attention to the parchments, which were heavily detailed. He read them carefully, gratefully that out of all the heir lessons he received at fifteen, dealing with contracts was one of them. He studied each one, making sure that there was no hidden agenda hidden within before taking the quill Laggott was holding. He winced. It was a blood quill. He hated blood quills but they were the only way to make sure that nothing was forged. Taking a deep breath, Regulus carefully signed the sections Laggott pointed too, pausing every few minutes to shake his left hand as he felt the sting of his signature being sliced into his hand before his skin healed itself. When he finally reached the last section on the final contract, Regulus signed quickly before dropping the quill with a hiss.
“Apologies, Mr Black,” Laggott said. “It’s the best way to make sure that this is all legal.”
“I understand,” Regulus nodded, shaking his hand. “Anything else?”
“Just yours and young Hadrian’s blood on the adoption parchment,” Laggott explained, pulling a pin out of his pocket. “Please bring Hadrian forward.”
“It won’t hurt him, will it?” Lily asked worriedly as Kreacher came forward.
“No more than a doxy bite,” Laggott reassured her, carefully pulling Hari’s arm towards him. Once it was over the parchment, the goblin gave the delicate skin a gentle prick with a pin. Regulus and the Potters flinched as Hari gave a whimper before giving a soft snore. As he did, a small drop of blood rolled off Hari’s wrist and landed on the parchment. Laggott then clicked his finger, healing the tiny wound.
“So much easier when they are asleep,” he grumbled before looking at Regulus. “One drop on top of Hari’s blood.”
Regulus nodded, holding out a finger so Laggott could prick it. He twitched as he felt the pin briefly penetrate his skin before watching as a drop of blood came to the surface. Hovering his finger over the parchment, Regulus pressed his thumb against his finger. He watched with bated breath as the drop slowly got bigger and heavier until it fell onto the parchment, right on top of Hari’s blood. The contract glowed a soft light.
“Magic has accepted this adoption,” Laggott nodded. “Hadrian is yours.”
Regulus smiled as Lily and James started to cry.
“Thank you,” they cried. “Thank you.”
“We must leave now. Our forms can’t stay in the living world for long periods of time,” Fleamont informed them. “But thank you again for everything, all of you.”
The goblins nodded as Lily, James, Euphemia and Fleamont disappeared. As they did, Regulus pondered over what Fleamont had said. So, as spirits they couldn’t stay in the living world for long. Regulus would have to ask James and Lily later how long they could stay around in the living world before they needed to go back so he could plan interactions with Hari.
“Well then, I shall go place these contracts in storage. Good day, Mr Black,” Laggott nodded before leaving the room with the contracts. As he did, Nagkar looked at him.
“And I shall go organise a new place for you and your son to live,” he said. “Please follow me.”
Regulus nodded before quickly kneeling in front of Kreacher, who was swaddling Hari in the blanket.
“You should get back to the Manor,” he said as he took Hari. “Thank you for all of your help, mon ami.”
“Kreacher come visit Master and Little Master whenever Kreacher wishes?” Kreacher asked hopefully.
“Whenever you wish,” Regulus nodded. Kreacher gave a watery smile before apparating away. Regulus then stood and followed Nagkar out of his office. The two walked towards the sitting area before stopping in front of a raven-haired man, who was calmly reading a book.
“Mr Gryffyth?” Nagkar said. The man looked up.
“Hello Nagkar,” the man smiled. “What can I do for you, noble goblin?”
“I have some new residence seeking asylum,” Nagkar said gesturing to Regulus and Hari. Regulus blinked as the man beamed before standing up.
"Caden Gryffyth,” the man said, holding out a hand. “A pleasure.”