The Master And Host Of Death: Book One

Chapter Seven

The seven stepped out of the floo to be greeted by a short man with messy black hair, hazel eyes, and a large sitting room. The man was curled up on a couch reading a rather large book. The man didn't bother to look up as he said, "Hey, Babe. What did Gringotts need?"

"Hadrian and Hayden went through their inheritances yesterday, Love." Tom said calmly.

James' head shot up and looked at the other six that were standing beside the active fireplace. "Padfoot, Moony?" James stuttered out while holding back a sob.

"It's us, Prongs." Sirius choked out with a wet smile and damp eyes.
"Oh My Gods. Is that really you, Hadrian, Hayden?" James forced out. The said boys nodded their heads, speechless. The shortest man ran over to the four and pulled them into a hug that would have been impossible if the twins wouldn't have broken down.

After a few minutes of crying, the four pulled away. James finally noticed the others."And who are these children?" He asked, wiping away tears. Remus smiled.

"These are our kids. Charlie, Fred and George, Maia, Jackson, Ron, and Ginny." James walked over to the seven.

"Hi, Uncle Prongs." Jackson and Maia said quietly.

"You found a carrier?" James asked. Sirius shook his head.

"We found out that Moony could carry when we went to Poppy because he kept throwing up and the others were disowned and apparently Moony's just a kid magnet." Sirius chuckled after he said that.

"That's great. Well, I mean, not the being disowned part, but the fact you have a bigger family than me, and I was married before you." James said, going to the seven Black children and pulling them into a hug, though it was difficult with him being short and all.

"About that, when did you get married to Tom? Dumbles messed with everyone's memories so everyone thought you married Lily." Remus asked the man.

James chuckled. "Oh, no. I married Tom way before I supposedly married Lily. She's their godmother, you know. I know Dumbledore killed her, I didn't want him to. She was helping me watch over the twins while Tom was on one of his raids when he got in. I didn't think that she wouldn't be able to apparate." James took in a shakey breath before continuing, "That's how they servived, I guess. Through her sacrifice. It makes sense. She loved them as much as I did considering she couldn't have her own children." James looked up. He had teary eyes. " She was gonna adopt her own child. She was gonna name her Dahlia Rose Evans." At this point, James was full out sobbing.

Tom walked over to the man and pulled him into a hug to calm him down.

"We found our intendeds, Mum." Hayden and Hadrian muttered. James head snapped  towards the two and one could see the new tears forming in his eyes at the words. From missing so much of his sons' life, and hearing them call him 'Mum' for the first time since their first year of life.

"Oh?" The man got out through the sob that would most likely burst through his throat at a moment's notice. The two nodded their heads silently, as they too had tears forming in their eyes.

Hayden started with "My intended is Jackson-"

While Hadrian finished with "-And my intended is the Malfoy's eldest son, Caelum."

James looked to Jackson. "If you hurt my baby, that I have only got back, I will hurt you. Do you understand?"

Jackson nodded his head silently, fear written all over his face due to the look in the man's eyes. "Yes, sir." He murmured, fear laced in his voice.

James gave a solemn nod then smiled. He turned towards Tom. "Love? How do you feel about this?"

Tom smiled and then pulled him to the two twins. "I am thankful that I have my family back." He stated and then pulled the other three males into a hug.

The family was sitting in a large dining room getting caught up with each other while eating a fancy lunch. Tom had said that the children should stay the night and then they could back to Hogwarts the next day, as he, along with his husband, wanted to re-ignite the parent-child bond that had been worn down. The others had, of course, agreed when James had mentioned lunch, as they hadn't eaten yet that day. Currently, the family was discussing plans for the upcoming war.

They had decided that The aspect of "Voldemort" should "come back" soon and then "kill" the "saviors" of the British Wizarding World. The plan included Neville, as Dumbledore could sway him too, and while the adults were hesitant to agree, the four children assured them that he was loyal to his friends and cause, not something that would threaten him as well, as he was part veela. The full plan wouldn't take place until the children's fourth year, as there were lots of details they still needed to work out and the children also needed to be older so they could lead on Dumbledore.

The family also added helping any and all creatures that were being targeted, along with purebloods, whom were accused of hating all half-bloods and "lower in blood purity"; breaking all accused "Death Eaters" out of Azkaban, as they were either cursed or wrongly accused; and helping all abused children out of their homes.

Later that same day, the family got ready for the four children to go back to Hogwarts. Hadrian and Ron were still struggling to come up with a plan to tell Caelum and Draco of their discovery that they were intendeds. Hadrian suggested that they include their friends and loved ones into the plan so that they could have contact with the said group of people without it having to be so difficult. The rest of the family agreed with the idea.

While the family caught up and planned, one Albus Dumbledore was darkly muttering incoherent words to himself while staring at a dark corner in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts. An old, fire colored bird sat on a tall perch watching the man, disappointment in its eyes. The bird let out a small, quiet trill and then flew it's way through an open window to its left. The window then slammed shut, creating a beautiful design within the glass that had shattered with the impact.

Papers were strewn across the office carelessly, drawers were opened and emptied into piles on the floor, and books were shoved to the side of several bookshelves as though the old man was looking for something. The only thing not covered was an old box, resembling that of what an engagement ring would come in. The box's material was tattered, and the original black color was faded. The box was open and inside there was a silk material that once was a beautiful burgundy, but was now in the same condition as the outside.

While there was nothing in the box, one could tell the beauty and importance of the ring that once rested in the once fine box as there was a still a barely legible symbol on the roof of the small container. It looked slightly like a triangle with a circle and a line through the middle of the two former shapes. The Deathly Hallows, the symbol was called, albeit horribly, might I add, represented a tale of three brothers escaping the hands of Death.