Harry watched as Sirius paced. He loved the man dearly and he found his nervous anxiety humorous, but it was slightly annoying.
"You said you trusted them," the preteen reminded.
"I did—I do, but…."
"Calm down Siri, it will be fine."
"I know, but—"
Before he could worry himself further, the door opened and Remus walked in followed by Severus and Lucius. Seeing how worked up his friend was, Remus shook his head and asked, "Has he been pacing since I left?"
Harry snorted lightly. "Yes."
Sirius pouted slightly and threw himself into an armchair, sprawling out yet somehow managing to look elegant.
"Please take a seat gentleman," Harry said, indicating to the other chairs.
Once everybody was seated, Harry smiled. "Can I offer anybody a drink?" he asked, proper manners refusing to be ignored.
Lucius and Severus shared a quick look. "I believe we are fine for now, Harrison. Perhaps you should tell us instead why you asked us to be here?"
Harry nodded and quickly filtered through what he planned on saying before throwing caution to the wind. "So, tell me, what do you know about horcruxes?"
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Both men sat in shocked silence trying to take in everything they had just been told. Neither was surprised that their Lord had been less than sane in the end if he had really created so many of the abdominal things.
Harry watched as they both seemed to lose themselves in their thoughts. He had not told them about being Master of Death or returning and re-living his life instead he spoke about the compulsions and binds Dumbledore had put on him, his soul bond, and how his soulmate had tried to become immortal through the use of horcruxes. He told them that they should go to the goblins and see about having themselves checked over for compulsions and how tonight he planned on starting the process of bringing Tom, their Lord, back.
"You really want to bring him back?" Severus finally asked, shocked that Harry of all people would want to bring Voldemort back.
"He won't be the same man you knew," Harry said, hoping to have their support. Lucius still looked shocked but Severus was clearly torn.
"But he killed your parents. Murdered Lily!" Harry sighed and shut his eyes for a moment. "Even when insane he offered her a chance to move aside and live. She refused and sacrificed herself, saving my life."
Severus sat back. "Then how can you consider bringing him back?!"
"I need to! Without him I will die. He's my soulmate," Harry said, stressing the words.
"Do you have all of his horcruxes?" Lucius said, finally forcing himself out of his panic.
Harry looked at him and smirked. "Yes, even a certain diary." Lucius gulped and paled considerably. "How…?"
"I have my ways," Harry said, confusing the other occupants of the room. "Don't worry, I can keep how I managed to gather that particular one secret."
Lucius stared at the young man before him and felt a wave of relief. He still remembered his Lord's instability and how curse happy he had been by the end. "Thank you," he said honestly before continuing. "This ritual, it will return to our Lord both his sanity and his life?"
"Yes, he will be as he was supposed to be."
Lucius
nodded. He
remembered
the stories his father had told him about their Lord and his goals and, for the first time in a long time, he felt hope. He had honestly resented having the Dark Mark by the end of the last war; he had taken it as a teen, thinking it was a great honour, but the Lord his father had praised had been gone by that point and in his place was a mad man. If this ritual could restore the man his father had idolised, whose dreams and ideals he had grown up hearing about, then he would be honoured to help Harry.
"Then I will help you with whatever you need," the blond vowed, bowing his head to Harry in a sign of respect.
"Thank you," Harry said. "I honestly don't need help with the ritual tonight, but your willingness to aid me is appreciated." Severus was still hesitant. "How can you forgive him?" he asked the teen.
"He wasn't in his right mind. The Tom who I will be bringing back will not be Voldemort."
Severus sighed and nodded his head in slight defeat. "I will stand by you in this," he vowed. He had sworn to protect him and if Harry could forgive his Lord, then he would try.
"Thank you. Both of you," he said.
"You really should try and see the goblins sooner rather than later as well," Remus said, reminding the room of that. "These compulsions and binds, how bad were they?" Severus asked.
"Well, mine made me hate anything remotely Slytherin and Dark in magic. They also made me reckless, careless, and oppose to authority. I was also made to hate certain people, members of my own family and even—" he cut off, looking at Severus, before continuing. "Now don't get me wrong, I was always rather free thinking when it came to magic, but I was a Dark wizard and accepting of that until I went to Hogwarts. Then suddenly the slight resentment I held towards my parents grew to me hating everything Dark, my harmless pranks grew to me becoming a bully. My godfather bond to Harry was also blocked." The two men nodded. "I see," Severus said, shocked at the emotion he saw in the animagus' eyes.
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