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Regulus was under the impression he had repaired his time turner with enough fiddling and charms because by the looks of the placement of the setting sun and pale moon and the misting rain, it seemed the same time as when he had departed his normal timeline.
The wards on Grimmauld Place still recognized him as an authorized apparator. “Kreacher I’m home!”
Somewhere in the house the elf passed out from hearing his voice after many years.
Sirius didn't have the luxury of fainting. Someone who looked like his brother and was powerful enough to get past the hateful house's defenses had just infiltrated the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. His mind was racing not so much with how they could have done it, but who could have. His best guess was that they'd been betrayed, though whether it was intentional or not, he couldn't have said.
He was poised at the top of the stairs, wand at the ready, ignoring the lurch of his heart at the sight of his baby brother's face. "You have ten seconds to explain who you are and how you got in."










