James: What do you guys think of the transfer student?
Sirius: He seems fine? Sort of boring, but all Ravenclaws are boring.
Peter: It's sort of sad that he had to transfer because his family was killed by Death Eaters. Otherwise, he didn't stand out much. Why are you asking James?
James: I don't know what it is about him...but he seems so familiar. I just can't stop thinking about it. I wonder if I met him before.
Remus: Are...are you serious? Did none of you notice?
Sirius: He's not Sirius, I am!
Remus: Not now, Pads. James, he looks exactly like you!
James: No, that's not it. He has green eyes, Moony.
Peter: Yeah, Moony, completely different colors
Sirius: Maybe he just has one of those faces, you know, the ones that look so common you think he's familiar?
Remus: No??? He's literally Jame's twin? He even has one dimple and plays with his hair the same way!
James: Moony, are you okay? Have you been sleeping well?
Remus: What!?
Peter: Your furry little problem is right around the corner. You could ask to miss some classes and catch up on some sleep.
Sirius: Maybe don't eat chocolate before bed. That keeps you up.
Remus watching them walk away: Is it me? Am, I the problem?
Time-traveling Harry: No, it's definitely them. It's a pureblood thing, Lupin. They all look alike because... You know... most of them are that closely related, so they can't tell who someone looks like without being told beforehand.
Remus:.....are you related to James?
Harry: I'm his son from the future.
Remus: And you're a Ravenclaw?
Harry: I actually have no idea why I'm in this house either. The Hat just refused to sort me because it had already done so, and you cannot be resorted. Dumbledore just handed me the uniform and told me to get to Ravenclaw Tower. I think it's cause they have the most room right now.
Remus: Right. I'm not that gullible. I may not know how you're related to James, but I will figure it out!
Harry: Why does no one believe me?
DADA Professor: Mr. Black, do you remember the spell to defeat a Boggart?
Regulus: Yes, it's Riddikulus.
DADA Professor: Very good. Okay, step up and face your Baggoart.
Barty: I bet his worst fear will be something stupid, like taxes on the rich.
Evan: I bet it's his mother telling him she married him off.
Baggart: *Shapeshifts into Orion* Son, I have to sell Kreacher-
Regulus: YOU CAN'T SELL ANYONE IF YOU'RE DEAD, OLD MAN. FIENDFYRE!
Students: *screams*
DADA Professor: Mr. Black! Stop! It's not real!
Regulus: I'LL KILL EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD BEFORE I LET YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON KREACHER! I WILL BURN YOU LIKE THE WITCHES BEFORE US!
DADA Professor: MR. BLACK!
Barty: Ohhhhh, so that's the Black madness. It manifested in a way I was not expecting.
Evan: Are...are we going to die?
Barty: Probably, but we lived a good life.
Evan: We're thirteen!
Barty: Which is a good number to stop at! It's associated with a lot of magical properties!:D
Harry Potter time travels to his first year at Hogwarts. It was entirely not on purpose. He had been preparing to ask Ginny to marry him when he awoke in his old cupboard. The night before, he had gone for a few drinks with his friends and had them help plan the perfect proposal.
He was expecting a killer hangover the next day, not the familiar sight of stairs or the dread-screeching voices of his aunt's family. He was dragged out of his cupboard to prepare breakfast before he could process what was happening.
Going through the motions, Harry was halfway done with the bacon before some grease splashed his hand. The sting was enough to snap him out of it. He had placed the pan down on the stove, turned to look at the family of three, and spoke in a deadly serious voice, "I'm leaving, and when I'm gone, the magic people will come for you."
Of course, that got his uncle in a twist, but with one hand wave, the man was inflated like a balloon. Harry wasn't the best at wandless magic around, but he never forgot the feeling of what he did to Marge and practiced until he could do it endlessly.
While his aunt was screaming, and Dudley, who, based on how young he appeared, never even knew magic was real, was crying, Harry walked off to collect his things. He took everything out of the cupboard and simply left.
He walked right through the front door, leaving it open behind him. Ignoring the woman peeking over the fence, Harry made it all the way down the street before he thought about what to do.
He had already fought a war. Had done more than his share for the Magic world. Had died for them. And now magic demanded he do it all over again?
Being forced to do this felt a lot like his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire.
When Harry was fourteen, he thought he could do nothing against a magical contract. He knew better now. He had other choices. If he had given up his name- as most magic depends on them- he would been able to escape the Triwizard tournament.
Harry Potter would never walk through Hogwarts halls, not in this timeline.
There was a spell that Ron had been working on, helped by Hermonie's muggle education and Harry's willingness to be his test subject.
Ron claimed it would sink into the genes and pull on the traits of his past ancestors. He originally created it to try and get back magical bloodlines like metamorphmagus and Parselmouths because, in his words, "they can be recessive traits!" and Harry had found that well his friend hadn't been able to get lost magical abilities he was able to tug on the genes in charge of his appearance.
This is how he can make sure no one would force him to be the Chosen One ever again.
He needed to find a wand, and he knew just the vendor who could sell him one—a wandmaker who may not be on Garrick Ollivander's level of mastery but one all the same.
A certain werewolf, Harry, had illegally helped escape the werewolf collection unit right after the war. It would be helpful if he had all the money he knew was waiting for him in the Potter and Black vaults, but if Harry wanted to hide, he needed not to have any form of connection to himself.
That includes not touching the gold his family left him. Thankfully, he knows not just a werewolf wandmake but the location of some sunken treasure that he could easily collect before the discovery can be made.
He also knows how much money some venom from Acromantula values on the market and the gold he'll get from a specific monster locked away in a secret chamber. He won't be one of the wealthiest men in magical Europe, but he will be more than comfortable.
Now, while he would like to change his name altogether, the magic that had written him into the Book of Admittance wouldn't allow it. He has to go by a name that he has since birth.
He discovered a loophole while helping Hogwarts rebuild and never told anyone about it. Now, he can use it for his own.
On September 1st, 1991, the new batch of students arrived at King's Cross, excited to start their journey. A few are glancing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the famous Harry Potter, who will be starting school too.
All their eyes pass over a young red-haired, hazel-eyed boy who strides into the train station wearing muggle clothing. He is pushing his cart of supplies, dodging families and students with soft steps. Despite the speed at which he rushes towards the train, there isn't an ounce of fear on his face or nervousness in his movements. He passes a family of redheads, more orange than his ruby locks, but despite the quick glance, he doesn't stop.
He merely finds a seat in the far back of the train, sets up his things in a way that implies he's saving the seats to discourage anyone from asking to sit with him, and settles in for a nap. By the time the train is ready to leave, and halfway to the school, the boy has not spoken a single word to anyone.
Eventually, his rest is disrupted by Hermione and Neville, who are looking for the latter's missing toad.
"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." She says to the half-asleep redhead, "And this is Neville Longbottom. Who might you be?"
The boy offers her a small smile. "My name is James Evans. Nice to meet you."
After all, Harry Potter was his name, just like James was his middle name, and Evans was his second last name. He had claims to it since his mother was a magical Evans, and the Book of Admittance could accept that.
James Evans and Harry Potter had acceptance letters written by the Quill of Acceptance, and both owls were sent out. When one answered, the other was marked with the same results, so Hogwarts had an extra boy they never knew was not supposed to be there.
When the sorting started, there was an uproar, and despite being called up, Harry Potter never stepped out of the crowd. It was an even bigger show when they realized he wasn't there. While everyone wondered when the Boy Who Lived had gone, no one noticed an assumed muggle-born sitting comfortably at the Ravenclaw table chewing on his dinner.
Ravencalws tend to get overlooked, but James knows they are the perfect hiding place for all his knowledge of the rest of his class. His muggle upbringing couldn't be traced by anyone in the magical world (Most didn't understand that muggles did, in fact, keep records of many things). He could make anything up, and no one would be the wiser.
James was going to have a typical Hogwarts experience if it killed him.
I want time travel, Tomarry au, where Harry arrives before Tom goes insane. Before he even goes to Hogwarts.
I want an au where Harry is just two years older than Tom, due to the time magic, regressing his soul into a Potter's squib that was thrown away and is at Wool's orphanage with Tom. One where he steps in cover for Tom's accidental magic. One who explains why Tom sometimes wants to do what he does and curve his more dangerous tendencies.
Where Harry goes out to find Tom Riddle Sr. to see if the man is willing (and able because he had a terrible thing happen to him by Tom's mother) to take Tom in. He finds that Riddle Sr. is still struggling with what happened to him but is willing to at least provide for his son, even if he can't stand the sight of him sometimes without panic.
Harry remains anonymous in his role of reuniting the Riddles. When Tom is taken out of Wools into a stable home that has a somewhat distant but loving father, kind grandmother, and proud grandfather, he slowly starts to go from being afraid of dying to being scared of letting them down.
He still has some mental issues, but he's no longer dangerous. His father is coming around and, with Harry's help, has repaired his image with the town. They set it up that the Gaunts were illegally stealing from a Riddle water well on the far end of their property, where Riddle Sr. would be the only one to drink out of after riding his horses.
The well was supposedly contaminated because the Gaunts kept using a bucket made of silver, and that caused "madness". This is years later, but Tom eventually finds out Harry saved his father's image.
Tom sees Harry as this hero-like figure, and when he comes to Hogwarts, he finds that Harry is a popular Gryffindor. Because Harry remained at Wools Orphanage, seeing as the Potters had obliviated the potter squib he took over, he changed his name to Harry Evans and pretended to be a muggle-born.
He is one of the most talented muggle-borns to ever step into Hogwarts, and he makes the Potters sweat because he looks so familiar. They just can't tell where. (The Squib had been seven. He looks different now at eleven when he came back).
As a third-year, he's even Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor team, and literally half the school is in love with him.
Tom Riddle, who has changed enough to be a hat stall, eventually goes to Ravenclaw because his desire for knowledge for knowledge's sake is significantly larger than his ambition in this timeline. He also discovers that in the Wizarding world, gender norms and views on sexuality are so much different than the muggle ones.
He found out that his having a crush on the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain is not an odd thing. Just a different preference and a few of the boys in Ravenclaw have the same opinion as him.
It takes him until the end of his first year to admit it, though.
Meanwhile, Harry decides to try the theory of "nature vs nurture" and live a normal life while Riddle Sr. deals with Tom. He figures that he will take him out if Tom is still a dark lord after having a different childhood.
He also swore off dating, much to the pain of many young mages. Harry had broken so many hearts that Albus Dumbledore side-eyed him, thinking of him as evil, but Harry finds that before he was the headmaster and hero of the war, Dumbledore didn't have much power over him.
If anything, he reminded him of Snape's potion class.
He just isn't prepared for Tom being....a regular teenager. One that is annoyingly open about his crush on him and, over the years, attempts to woo Harry.
Basically, a time travel Au that leads to Tom and Harry's entire relationship is like this:
Of course, after Hogwarts, Harry can't help himself, so he joins the war and, surprisingly, is the one to take down Gellert Grindelwald after taking his education seriously. He becomes the new professor at Hogwarts to become Headmaster.
He took Dumbldore's future since Dumbldore sacrificed his past.
Tom, meanwhile, is busy preparing to take over the Earlship from his father and chooses to focus his obsession with old magic and historical artifacts to become a magical archaeologist.
He's accredited for being the one to find the Hogwarts Founders' four artifacts. Tom uses this fame to search Hogwarts for the Chamber of Secrets- he knows where it is. It's just an excuse to flirt with Headmaster Evans.
Aurors arrived the following day to take statements from students. Apparently, the disappearance of the most famous boy in the wizarding world meant a quick response from the government just because the public was demanding it.
According to the wards, Harry Potter entered Platform Nine and three quarters and the train on time. The wards kept track of all on board to ensure no unauthorized personnel entered the train. It picked up that Harry Potter was onboard and had gotten off with the rest of the students at Hogwarts.
However, he was not on the boats crossing the lake with the rest of the first years, and no student reported seeing Potter on the train.
This could only mean two things. Harry Potter had been abducted in the distance from the train, and the boats or the wards had incorrectly picked up his presence from the beginning.
Harry, now living under the name James, wasn't sure which unnerved the Hogwarts staff the most. The idea was that a student could be taken in seconds or that someone had tricked the wards of one of the most secured locations in the world. True, the Hogwarts Express isn't quite as old as Hogwarts itself, but it was established for a fair amount of time that its wards should be one of the hardest to fool.
It was slightly amusing to see them fumble around. Harry had already experienced the lack of common sense in the wizarding world, mainly because common sense was grilled into muggles who had far more limitations by the world around them. However, seeing at this level away from the storm was oddly entertaining.
Of course, they had already taken him to the side and questioned him. The Aurors had gotten special permission to force children to sit in a chair charmed to glow if they lied.
Harry was happy that the Headmaster and the Potion Master weren't present when he took his seat. Even if his Occlumency was getting better every day, he still thinks he wouldn't have been able to dodge the notice of some of the strongest Legilimens of this era.
He was sure one of the Aurors was a Legilimen, but he didn't sense any form of invasion checking to see if he was honest. The chair made them think it wasn't essential to dive further than the genetic answers of a confused muggle-raised child.
Harry was happy the charm didn't pick up lies by omission as he flew through the interview.
"Can you tell us your name?"
"James Evans."
"How old are you?"
"As of this current year, I turned eleven."
"Do you know who Harry Potter is?"
"Yes, I do."
"Did you see Harry Potter on the train or on the train Platform?"
"No. I didn't see anyone claiming to be Harry Potter in either location."
"What time did you arrive at the Platform nine and three quarters?"
"I'm not sure of the exact time, but it had to be after ten twenty. I took the muggle bus, which brought me to the train station around that time."
"Did you come alone?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I am an orphan." Harry watched the woman write something down on her paper. He couldn't make out the exact sentence she noted, but he could read the word "orphanage" at the beginning of it. He wondered if the Aurors knew that muggles no longer had orphanages—they hadn't for a long time.
But he didn't bring it up because their assumptions would help him more. Let them think his guardian was an overworked, underpaid matron. If they ever needed to speak to that person, there would be a lovely delay in response before they could catch on.
It would give him time to make a plan of escape.
The Aurors asked him more questions, but Harry could tell they didn't consider him a severe link to Harry Potter's disappearance. They had mentally slotted him as an ignorant but innocent Muggle-born.
Not long after, he was let go and told to go to the breakfast table and wait for his head of house to pass around class schedules. Harry was more than happy to bounce into his seat, digging into his meal and ignoring most of the school gossiping about the missing Harry Potter.
They were told not to discuss the case, but no one seemed to follow the rule, as whispers and mutters echoed over the regular noise of breakfast. His doormats and the first-year Ravenclaw girls were still being interviewed, so Harry was the only Raveclaw firstie eating breakfast.
The older Raveclaw students seemed to already have their own groups, so besides a quick glance, they left him be. He was grateful. Chewing on some toast, Harry noted that the Slytherin table was primarily empty while the Gryffindor table was mainly full.
It made him wonder if the Aurors were convinced that a Slytherin had planned or been involved in Harry Potter's disappearance. If so, they likely planned on holding the green-wearing teenagers because of prejudice.
Before sitting down, the red and gold students were likely already considered a non-option. Sometimes, it baffled him how seriously the adults in the wizarding world took the placement of a kid's school bed when it came to personality.
He was grateful he was moving past that, despite his knee reaction to think the worst of Slytherins. Sometimes, Harry had to remind himself that Andromeda was also a Slytherin, and that was proof that sleeping in certain dormitories didn't make someone evil.
"Here you are, Mr. Evans," Professor Flitwick said, placing a parchment on the table beside his plate. Please make sure to keep a close eye on your class schedule. If you need help finding any of the classrooms, don't be afraid to ask Perfect or myself."
"Thank you, sir," Harry replied, dipping his head so his red hair fell into his eyes. His mother was the best charm student Flitwick had, and despite having more emasculate fractures, Harry didn't want the man looking at his face too long, lest he spot Lily Potter in his gaze.
Ron's spell was a blessing but not a miracle worker. He couldn't have anyone notice that he looked like a male Lily Potter with James Potter's eyes.
Thankfully, most would trust a spell meant to review a disguise and, when his features didn't change, wouldn't think too much about it. He wanted to establish a shy personality that would morph into a longer one early on.
Harry figured the more removed he was from the school's main problems, the more typical his second chance would be. Now, that didn't mean he would dumb down. He was after Ravenclaw and would certainly not hide his flying skills, but he figured he could pick the correct times to shine.
The doors to the dining hall opened as he glanced at his new schedule. In stumbled the first Slytherin, a seven-year student girl named Merula Snyde. Harry didn't remember her so well, but he knew she was the top student, and he had graduated later this year with the top marks to prove it.
She looked murderous and frazzled as she stomped to the Slytherin table. If she had just finished her interview, it meant the Aurors were going to finally start letting Slytherins go, and the case was nowhere near solved.
He giggled into his cup, wondering how long it had taken them to find a clue to where he had gone. Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't at the staff table—most of the staff were trying to help law enforcement track him down—but Harry just knew the man was losing his mind about misplacing the Boy Who Lived.
Thankfully, even the greatest wizard of this era didn't consider James Evans as anything other than an ignorant but innocent Muggle-born.
Regulus always knew his brother inherited their mother's mean streak. They spat insults the same way; their eyes gleamed with the same amount of vicious glee, their mouths twisted with the same amount of satisfaction whenever they made the other person cry.
To Mother and Sirius, they won whenever they saw the tears of their opponents. It could be something serious, like Regulus accidentally spilling a secret they didn't tell him was a secret, or something as simple as him bothering them with his presence.
Sometimes, Mother would snap at him because she was upset, and he was close enough nearby. Sometimes, Sirius would all but growl at him because he wanted to relieve some stress. Then the two would act like it never happened, as if he wasn't standing by the wall, wary of their mood swings.
As if he wouldn't lie awake at night going over the day, wondering what he had done or said to set them off. Why do they act like they loved him more than anything in the world one day, and then suddenly they remembered how much he annoyed them whenever he opened his mouth? It only seemed like they disliked him because neither reacted this way with their friends or the rest of the family.
He would have to remind himself that they were good people and he just needed to work on himself more.
Regulus always forgave them. He just learned to watch his words. Recognize the signs to vanish from sight whenever one of them was having a bad day. Limit the hours spent around them to avoid accidentally ruining their day.
Before long, Regulus stopped leaving his room. He locked himself in his four walls, losing hours to searching through book pages and trying to find ways to fill the time. He would pick up hobbies like picking strawberries in a field: reading, writing, scrapbooking, knitting, crocheting, jewelry making, bookbinding, painting, drawing, and anything else his family could afford for him to try.
It was better this way.
Regulus knew they loved him, but they had a problem with their anger. It was the kind of anger that consumed and made them want to lash out. It was explosive, but much like fireworks, it was bigger and brilliant than simply gone.
Usually, by the end of the day, they would be back to smiles and thoughtful actions because they weren't in the wrong - Sirius and Mother were never in the wrong - but it would be silly to linger on an argument. In their worst arguments, they would pretend Regulus didn't exist for a couple of days.
They wouldn't talk to him or even look at him until whatever anger was boiling under their skin vanished. Gone like the winds of winter, seemingly gone but back again in a few short months. A constant cold.
Regulus wants to say he was better than that. But he knows that's a lie. He inherited his father's anger. The kind that shut him down, where he would go months without speaking to someone over a simple argument.
He was prideful, to the point that he would be willing to burn himself alive if it meant not allowing the other person to feel they could move on. His mother and brother couldn't hold on to a grudge for so long.
His father didn't visit his grandfather on his deathbed because the old man had called Orion a loser five months before. He hadn't gone to the funeral either, scoffing when Regulus' aunt begged him to.
Instead, Regulus had watched his father reference fights long since buried - apparently ones since before Orion even attended Hogwarts - and had to live with himself for putting his foot down. Had to bite his lip so hard it bled as his aunt sobbed like Orion was the one dying, but it was their own father that was being lowered into the ground.
Regulus hated how he could see it gutted his father to not go. But he would rather live with the poison than admit defeat. It was like looking at a twisted mirror.
Regulus had his father's anger, his grudges, his stupid, ridiculous pride that sank into his veins and poisoned him until he could no longer feel anything.
Maybe that's why he went along with Sirius' and Mother's act like nothing was wrong after a fight. Why didn't he mention the burning storm hiding behind his eyes as they slipped back into place within his life? They thought themselves forgiven.
He knew they weren't worth the effort.
But he let it happen. Again and again until one day, Regulus realized they thought he was like them. That only Orion Black couldn't let things go.
That day, he proved them wrong was the day Sirius went too far. When his brother got angry, it was as if all rational thoughts vanished from his mind, as if nothing else mattered, which meant he could win.
Their relationship was on the rocks ever since Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, but Regulus was too soft to really do anything about it, at least according to Sirius.
It was apparent his brother grew more and more jealous every day of the approval Regulus had from their parents. How his determination to uphold tradition made Sirius' skin crawl. How he turned his nose up at the sight of Muggle-borns just like he had been taught, while Sirius tried his best to befriend the magic stealers.
But what really tore them apart was the way Sirius interacted with James Potter. Despite the years they have survived their tempers and their disagreements, Regulus realized Sirius didn't actually like him.
He loved him, but that was likely due to all the years they had spent together. Froced to love him with enough exposure. Sirius adored James and loved him like he had never realized what family love was supposed to feel like. He would never behave that way with Regulus.
The second he realized it, Regulus' world changed. Maybe he would have stayed. Perhaps he would have gone to become the son his parents so desperately wanted. Maybe he would have been the youngest Death Eater, serving a man he deeply admired. Perhaps he would have been everything Sirius claims James Potter isn't.
Maybe the pain of ever being even liked by his brother would lead to him sobbing uncontrollably in his room. But that's not what Regulus feels.
Instead, he feels a freezing, devastating coldness. He's angry.
Angry like his father, in an unreasonable way that's more self-destructive than sensible.
He rushes to his room, packing all his belongings he could realistically carry in a crazed haze of ice-cold anger (Best not to cast any magic. Less traceable that way). Regulus leaves his wand on his stripped bed, knowing that the Trace would be tracked back to him if he took it, and it's like he's cutting his own heart open, leaving it behind, letting his wound bleed as he closes the door to his dorm, and his wand hoster sits empty.
He slips from the Common room, walking by students in the hallways without a single word. He doesn't stop, even when some of his friends call his name, even when the caregiver demands to know why he has so much on his person.
Regulus doesn't break his stride once, even when he makes it outside and passes Sirius and his group, cursing Snape to dangle by his ankles near the lakeside. It's actually a lucky break.
With everyone focusing on Snape's undergarments and that Evans girl stepping in, no one notices Regulus reach the edge of the wards. No one sees him throw his bag over the wall, or the way he carefully climbs the walls using the muscle memory of climbing to his rooftop as a child to get away from the family tension.
No one sees him walking straight into the Forbidden Forest. The woods stretch on for miles and miles. He keeps walking until the sun has set, and the forest comes to life with growls and soft hoots of owls. He doesn't stop when his feet start to ache from all the walking.
Regulus ignores the centaurs that watch him from the edge of the trees, poised over the string of their bows. He lets his eyes flicker to the fleeing herd of unicorns, but he keeps going. His eyes burn, his steps start to wobble, and it takes significantly more effort than it should to move his legs, but still, Regulus pushes on.
He swears he stepped over a sleeping mountain troll and saw more than three Acromantula following him, but even then, Regulus does not stop.
He's too angry. Too upset.
Too sure that come morning, Sirius will realize that Regulus is long gone and he won't have someone to disrespect anymore. Now his stupid anger will be taken out on his group of friends since his favorite punching bag is gone.
Sirius will then see how fast they turn away from him. How unlike Regulus, no one will be willing to put up with his mood swings.
Eventually, the sun rises, a few of its rays slipping through the branches, but not enough to make a noticeable difference. Regulus has walked so far into the forest that its dimmest light setting is when the sun is directly overhead. He stops walking at the base of a giant tree that has been carved out.
It likely used to be the home of a traveling giant because it towers over his head as tall as the Gryffindor Tower, and it has stairs carved inside, leading to the top of the tree where ledges are place as if they were hanging rooms.
Regulus ends up tumbling to the ground inside the tree because his body can no longer push further.
He is sweaty, dirty, hungry, his feet are likely bleeding, and he is exhausted. But a flash of Sirius's smug grin goes through his mind, and he finds the will to get up and set up camp.
He doubts he will be here long.
Sirius would come racing in here with a group of searchers, attempting to bring him home, and when he tried to act like nothing happened, Regulus wouldn't let him. He would force him to look bad in front of everyone, and Sirius would be so desperate to look good in front of everyone.
Regulus will likely get detention for this stunt. A lecture to end all lectures from his mother and a grounding that may affect his chances of joining the Death Eaters from his father.
But it would be worth it.
He just had to wait for Sirius to come and get him. Regulus wouldn't go back unless it was at his brother's groveling. His anger, his damn stupid pride, would never allow it.
He just has to wait.
Regulus knew Sirius would come for him even if he didn't like him. He had to. He wouldn't let his fourteen-year-old brother be at the mercy of the Forbidden Forest.
Yes, Regulus nods to himself. He wouldn't. Nobody would. I just have to be patient, and I won't be the one running back to them this time. That Regulus Black is no more.
What fourteen-year-old Regulus didn't know was that he would be learning about family tracking magic in later years for his Charms classes. In another life, he would know sometime in the fifth or sixth year that his family tapestry would only track the beliefs of family members.
It was created in a time when spells weren't researched as deeply, relying on the fact that people didn't usually think of themselves as dead, so the images reflected this.
But the second thought, that Regulus Black is no more, the tapestry acted accordingly. The old Regulus was dead to him, and now where his face once stood in the tapestry was a gleaming skull with the numbers 1975 resting under it.
His mother lets out a scream when she sees it. His father breaks open a bottle and doesn't stop drinking until it leads him to an early grave four years later.
And Sirius? He merely stops talking about the brother he once had. Sometimes, when he is drinking, he'll mention how soft Regulus was, too much of a coward to be anything but what his parents wanted. But those are sporadic moments.
Regulus stays in the forest, setting up shelter in the hollow of a tree, finds a source of drinking water, learns to hunt for food, and waits for someone to come see him.
Sixteen years later, while he's slowly tracking some Acromantulas that he plans on feasting on with his trusted bow- he had struck a deal with the centaurs, brewing them the few potions he knew in exchange for some hunting lessons- he encounters two children being led by a shaking black dog.
It takes him a moment to recognize the uniforms they are wearing- a Slytherin and a Gryffindor- and even longer for him to find words. It's been so long since he last saw another human that he has almost forgotten what it was like to look down instead of up at the centaurs.
"Hello," He croaks as the two children stare wide-eyed at him. They looked scared stiff, the blond one on the verge of tears, and the one with green eyes looking just as green in the face.
It's not like he hasn't talked since he's been in here waiting, but he is a bit out of practice, so he'll forgive them for that reaction. He lowers his bow, stepping closer. "What are you two doing in the Forbidden Forest?"
In the Fae!Harry AU, we saw in the sorting ceremony that Harry is the only fae in his year, but I have a question: are the Potters the only fae in the magical world or are there other families like them? "Muggle-born" who are fae too? Any other characters in the saga besides James?
In his Au, other Fae are running around, but most stay away from Humans unless they want to mess with them. They have their own kingdoms, islands, and cultures. They guard their borders with wards that repeal humans. The only ones who interact with humans are the ones who seek them out.
They popped in and out of the human at random, maybe every third or fourth generation, but rarely did they set roots in the Human world.
Many centuries ago, the Potters visited the human side of their world because they thought it was funny—they liked pranks—and simply never left.
This is why Ron says, "I know I'm not supposed to call you cute," as he knows they exist at a distance. Fae is a lot like Veela; some even use Fae hair to make wands because Fae magic is powerful.
Only one other Fae family besides the Potters has attended Hogwarts for generations: the Slytherins. The founder, Salazar Slytherin, came over after a whirlwind love affair with Godric Gryffindor. Still, when their romantic feelings ended, he chose to stay because he liked the little humans with magic.
Because of him, Fae is more accepted and respected than other magical creatures. Over time, his Fae blood got lost as his descendants married humans, and eventually, the human blood took over.
Potters, on the other hand, never married humans. They often vanished after Hogwarts in the Otherworld and came back with either a spouse or their children wanting to attend Hogwarts right up until James' time.
James was the first Potter to choose a human wife, so Harry is a half-blood in more ways than one.
There have been Muggle-Born Fae, but most of them were like Harry, half-breeds who sometimes knew their Fae parents and sometimes didn't. Those kinds of fae are much rarer, and the last known fae before James and Harry was a strange kid named Tom Riddle who didn't seem to understand humans.
It was discovered he was a Fae after he graduated, which explained his brilliance, but Riddle vanished before anyone could scramble to marry him into the family.
Having a Fae bless your household usually meant the next generation would be advanced magic, some even unlocking lost bloodlines like the Blacks and their metamorphmagus. While the Potters hadn't married humans, other Fae families did, and humans wanted that powerful magic.
Rumor had it that Riddle found his Fae mother in the Otherworld and was living there now.
As of 1991, only one Fae is attending Hogwarts: Harry Potter. But there will be more Half-Faes joining him in the following years. After all, isn't it strange that Colin and Dennis turned out to have magic? Muggle-borns usually don't have magical siblings unless they have strong magic.
