Chapter 7 It Is Time

A larger narration— mostly

The huge technological advancements in the non-magical world caused Hydrus to stay longer than he had planned. With this boom, his investments were paying off big time and his inventory was growing. The Rune arrays he and George invented made making the magical equivalence easy. The two inventors were also using the devices as stepping stones to create better ones. With magic many of the parts in the devices were unnecessary, so their laptops, readers, and TVs were smaller and thinner.

They created a security system and sold it to the Muggle-born still in England. It had a camera and was wirelessly tuned in to one of the flat screen televisions. It looked like a non-magical system, but would knock an intruder out if the code was not added to the keypad.

For as long as WWW stayed open in England the prank items were hot sellers, like; the joy buzzers, shocking tea cups, phony cell phones, and many more. Non-magical Halloween items (powered by the array) also flew off the shelves as daily pranks; cauldrons with animated hag hands, mics that emanated a cackle when someone passed by, a moaning ghost that appeared before an unsuspecting person when a mine was stepped on and much more. George and Hydrus thought it was hysterical that the magical folk were buying the non-magical versions of what they thought wizards were.

The reason the magicals still didn't have any idea they were buying things based off of non-magical items is because they had secluded themselves even more from that world. The new Minister of Magic, a Pure-blood named Wilimar Greenhand, even stopped talking to the Prime Minister's office, which suited them just fine.

Tony Blair told Gordon Brown exactly what had happened and what was being done to prevent it happening again. He made sure to warn him about that blasted painting they couldn't get off the wall, the one that magically appeared whenever he changed offices.

With the educational programs that had been set up, the Muggle-born were thriving. They had come up with a spell to find the new wizards and witches, and visited them as soon as the first magical outburst appeared. They let the parents know all about the Pure-blood world and how their children would be treated there. They told tales of their trials and how so many had been killed.

Most of the parents agreed to have a spell cast upon their house to keep England's Magical Ministry from finding the kids and trying to force them to go to Hogwarts, not that the Pure-bloods were doing that right now, but they might in the future. They would send their children to the new school for non-magical raised. The ones that didn't join either moved to a more adaptable country or took their chances with the Pure-bloods (usually Half-bloods who wanted power). Those that took the second option were Obliviated of the meetings.

During these years Hydrus finished the University and took up acting classes. There he learned the fine art of makeup and how to pull off an upper-class personality. He was going to need these lessons when he went back. He got some grey contacts, grew his hair long and had a nice goatee; he looked a lot like Sirius.

He also made sure he knew how to drive, even if he didn't buy a car or get a license.

McGonagall had left the school in a fit of fury. When the Board of Governors declared that no Muggle-raised was allowed to attend, she stormed out of the only home she had known for years. The former transfiguration teacher didn't leave Scotland; she bought a little cottage and kept mostly to herself. Most of the other teachers had left ages ago, since most of them were half-breeds or Muggle-borns.

Flitwick had left the year the public called Harry the next Dark Lord. His contacts with the goblins caused him to find work outside of Britain, since he didn't agree with the British goblins that Harry Potter was the reason for their plight.

The friends of Hydrus's that had left, all those years ago, wrote occasionally. He knew Luna had started the newspaper that she wanted, though it only did as well as the Quibbler. Her father stayed in Britain and was considered a mild annoyance for his constant rebuttals of the Prophet.

Hermione's letters had thinned out after her research concluded that Hydrus had to go alone. When she realized that, she decided to put some distance between Harry and herself, so threw herself into her job and getting to know her parents better. It had been a shock to her, that by taking away their memories, she had changed their personalities. She was content in her new life.

Neville's parents were cured and very put out with their family for the treatment their son received. They were shocked that all the things they had been fighting for were lost causes in Britain; however, they didn't blame Neville for leaving. He only wanted to make them better, after all.

The Weasleys did just what Hydrus thought they would. They opened their doors to the oppressed. Ron, after three years, got his NEWTs and now played for his Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. He moved into his own flat when he got his first paycheck. Molly let him go since she needed his bed. Ginny and Dean married and moved to London. Dean was working on bringing his wife's non-magical education up to A-levels, so she could find work. Mrs. Weasley was more reluctant to let her little girl go, but after many arguments had little choice. Arthur was still an underpaid employee at the Ministry. The older Weasley boys made sure to send money every month to keep the Burrow afloat.

George's shop survived for five more years and then it closed. He still thought everything they pulled was a great prank. He reopened in France like he planned and was doing well. This time the wizards that bought things in the store knew exactly what they were purchasing.

Before the single twin left the country, he and Hydrus took great pleasure in relieving many of the Pure-bloods of their money. They used a sort of overpowered shock gun that nullified wards and curses, the Invisibility Cloak and a Disillusion charm to sneak in and rob the idiots blind. They were surprised how easy it was. The Pure-bloods didn't even bother with safes or locks; they used hidden rooms spelled to the gills. Knocking on the walls and soon enough they found the rooms. The gun made child's play out of the spells.

When they were doing Malfoy Manor, Draco wandered into the room. Which was a bit of a surprise, one would think the man would have moved out by now. Hydrus thought about just killing the ferret, but decided that the Malfoys made their bed, they could lay in it. With that in mind he figured it was time for a little payback. Hydrus reverted to his Harry Potter persona, making sure he was a pale as possible, and removed the Cloak.

"Hello, murderer," he said eerily from behind the blond.

Draco jumped and twisted around so fast that he fell. "No, you're dead! I saw you die!" the scared teen shouted.

Hydrus heard footsteps coming their way, and reckoned he would have to hurry. "Like you could cast an Unforgivable," he scoffed. "You have to have power for that and your family's inbreeding put that to rest."

Draco sneered, "Liar, my father did…" realizing what he was saying and who he was saying to he stopped and scrambled to his feet and ran screaming from the room. "Mother, Harry Potter is haunting me!" was heard throughout the Manor.

"Draco, what have I told you about yelling in the house? What nonsense are you spouting; there are wards up to prevent ghosts." Hydrus knew that the wards didn't stop the ghosts from following the Malfoys whenever they left the house though.

"No, you have to beli…" the voice trailed off as the footsteps receded.

Hydrus quickly donned his Cloak and the two thieves, suppressing their mirth, finished their business and made haste out of the Manor. When they got back to Grimmauld Place, they laughed their arses off. Of course, the next day Rita wrote an article claiming that Harry Potter was now a vengeful ghost, which suited him just fine. The newspaper didn't report how the ex-hero died, just that he was haunting upstanding citizens.

The two friends also made sure to ransack the houses of those still in Azkaban. Hydrus took extra delight in burning Umbridge's family house to the ground. The two split the booty fifty-fifty. Keeping Dark items to go over later, the books were downloaded quickly and left to rot on the shelves, now that the preservation spells were gone. Oh, they didn't get everyone before the Pure-bloods got a clue, but they did get most of the Death Eaters. House elves, which were now treated worse than before, turned away from the happenings since they were never told to guard the treasures.

Mundungus Fletcher had been killed by his vow when he tried to kidnap Hydrus for the goblins to get the bounty on his head.

Kreacher had passed away in his sleep, shortly after Hermione left. Hydrus grieved for the old house elf, but was thankful he passed peacefully. He made sure to bury him in the back yard with the locket and a picture of Regulus Black. The immortal man decided that he wouldn't bond another house elf, thought he might hire a free one.

In the years that passed Hydrus went to the University and studied electronics and computers more thoroughly. He also received the credentials to teach non-magical children, thinking of homeschooling his younger self. That was something he was still thinking on, because the books he read all said that children needed to be around those of their age. However, play dates and parks could fill that need.

Sometime during the years passing, he snuck his way into Hogwarts, and went to the Room of Hidden things and cleared it out. He then asked the room for every book in the library and downloaded them on to his book-readers. He also made sure to hit the London Library.

It was 2010 when Hydrus decided enough was enough and he wasn't going to be any better prepared than he was now. So he looked around for an abandoned house, which would have been on the market in 1981 so that he could purchase it when he went back.

After a week of looking he found the one he wanted. It was a good size with five bedrooms, three baths, two studies, a kitchen/dining room, and a living room. There were overgrown back, front and side yards, with plenty of trees in the back. These yards were surrounded by a surprisingly intact cast iron fence. He wasn't put off by the broken windows or the peeling wallpaper. He could see that it was only time that caused it. The foundation was in good repair and that was all he needed to know. It was set far back from the road and secluded because of the trees. It was just what he was looking for.

After finding the house he wanted, he needed to figure out what to do with Grimmauld Place. After a few weeks consideration, he decided to put his education to use and make the house non-magical. So he wired it up and banished anything that was even the slightest bit magical. Even the portraits he had stored oh so long ago. It was with a lot of laughter that he told Mrs. Black what he was doing. Her screams of denial and vengeance were music to his ears, and then he sent her to wherever it was that banished items went.

He put the house on the market with the profits going to Hermione. He sent her a bag of inventions and a small note. He wanted to do a huge letter, but felt that if he kept it short, maybe she wouldn't be hurt as bad, since they had drifted apart.

Hermione,

It is time for me to go. I wanted you to have these things that me and George invented. I am sure you will find them useful. Make sure you tell people that they can be found at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in France. Also in the bag is a small fortune of 50,000 galleons. I am also putting Grimmauld Place up for sale on the non-magical market. You should have heard Mrs. Black when I told her. Anyway, I am having the money sent to you, because you are my best friend.

I am glad to hear that you are now friends with your parents.

Do me a favor and keep in contact with George, at least until he marries.

I am so sorry you can't come with me, please know that I will miss you and I'll do my best to make sure your younger self is friends with my younger self.

Harry Potter (Hydrus Black)

His plan didn't work, because the letter he received in reply was long, sad and full of advice—usually things he already thought of. She thanked him for the gifts and said they would be put to good use. She also said that she would make sure George was married soon, even if she had to set him up with every unmarried witch in France.

He sent an 'it's time' letter to George with 'goodbyes' and 'thank yous'. The letter he received in return was filled with 'you're welcomes and good lucks'.

He sent off one last missive to Andromeda, leaving Teddy Lupin a huge amount of non-magical money and a few of his stocks (Since Hydrus never claimed the title, the Black name died). He was glad that she had taken his godson and ran at the first sign that the British wizards wouldn't change. They were located in America, she never told him where, since he was still unwelcome around her family. They had however exchanged formal letters and Hydrus always made sure she had money. Now in this last missive, he told her he was disappearing and asked that she tell Teddy the truth about him and not what history said.

He closed all of his accounts and sold off the rest of his investments, which took longer than he liked. He made sure the money he received in return was mostly put into gold bullion. Between what his investments brought in, WWW's proceeds and what they stole from the Pure-bloods, Hydrus had a fortune of over sixty-five million pounds and thirty million galleons. A nice amount of money in 2010 but unheard of in 1981, if he pulled it off right then he would be the richest wizard in Britain.

Thanks to the robbing of the Pure-Bloods, the British Government had fallen. According to the Prophet, the wizards that were left were trying to petition the ICW for help. From the evasive responses they were receiving that looked like a lost cause. Hydrus didn't feel any sympathy for them.

Present time

It was September 1, 2010 and he was standing in the abandoned house. By his calculations he would return to the same date in 1981 at the same spot. He found out that he couldn't go back further than Harry Potter's birth, and he didn't know when his parents went into hiding. So he chose a few months before that fateful night. He hoped to save his parents, or at least take down Voldemort when he appeared in Godric's Hollow. He had contingency plans in case that didn't happen, but he was going to do his best.

It was closing in on Midnight so Hydrus stood in the empty living room and faced the north wall. When his watch chimed the time he used the Elder Wand to slash at the barren wall and incanted, "Novi temporis ramus," keeping the year he wanted to go to running through his mind.

Thunder clapped and lightning struck one of the trees outside, the wind picked up in the neighborhood. Paper debris flew in the broken window, the remaining glass fell, and the winds picked up speed ruffling his hair. But Hydrus ignored all of this as he watched a long, near-blinding, white rip was forming on the wall. It started out small and then widened enough to allow a man to walk through.

When the portal was large enough, Hydrus entered. It felt like moving through a swamp, only one with an electrical storm happening. Every bit of hair on his body stood on end and he had an almost overwhelming desire to turn back. In seconds, that felt like hours, he exited and after emerging out the other side he groggily turned, squared his shoulders and firmly said, "Finite Incantatem," and with another slash of his wand the opening shrank back to nothing. He thanked Merlin for the Elder Wand; his normal phoenix wand would have failed to dispel the time warp.

The world blinked and a new branch was formed. Several things happened all at once. Every soul on earth was copied over (except Hydrus') and some more sensitive people felt the change in the air. An immortal collapsed. An old man's wand mutated into a useless stick. An Invisibility Cloak became a normal one that would fade with time. A heavily spelled ring turned non-magical, causing the curses to disperse and a soul fragment to wither, soon to die. The centaurs noted that Mars lost some of its brightness.

When Hydrus awoke the next morning, he smiled at what he saw. The wallpaper was in good repair, the windows weren't broken and the floor was only mildly dusty. It was a bright, if somewhat cold, day and the now neatly trimmed yards hosted singing birds. All of this gave the time-traveler reason to believe he was in the correct time. So, he took himself out of the house and noted the seller's name on the placard in the front of the house. The house was being sold by the owner, which will make it much easier to buy.

The first thing he needed to do was get some of his money into a bank. No, the first thing I need to do is check to see if my pocketspace came with me. Hydrus ducked into the back yard and called forth his book-reader. When it came he let out a huge sigh of relief. Now, he could get things done. So he walked down the long pathway, went to the nearest bus stop and made his way to London.

There he hunted down Barclays Bank and after hours of signing papers he had an account. He made sure it was relatively small, only £500,000. It was a good thing that Fletcher had come through with those papers; he now had a birth certificate that stated he was born in 1956, a driver's license and other important documents for both worlds. He made a mental note to insert himself into the system as soon as he purchased the house. Though he was technically thirty, his paperwork stated he was twenty-five, easier to pull off.

The next place he went was to the newly opened Smith and Anderson. He reviewed the investments he wanted to make. They were unsure about some of them because the firm thought they would only be trends, but Hydrus was insistent.

He used a public phone to call the number of the owner and made arrangements with the man to meet him at the house the next day. Now, he needed food and shelter for the night. Thank Merlin, jeans and T-shirts were a fashion in this time. He really didn't want to buy a whole new wardrobe, though he would need to stick to solid shirts.

The next day at noon he met with Ralph Jerkins, the owner of the house. He was an older normal looking man, one that you could lose in any crowd, with sandy hair and brown eyes. He was dressed the same as Hydrus in clean jeans and a T-shirt.

"Mr. Jerkins?" Hydrus asked as he approached.

"Yup, are you Mr. Black? You're kinda young to be buying a house," the man replied, though he did hold out his hand in greeting.

"I know I look young, but I'm twenty-five and my godfather left me a small fortune," he explained as he shook the hand. He pulled out his driver's license to prove his age. Thank goodness he had taken his aging potion.

"So, what's a young man like you need with a house this big? It's an old family home and I don't want to see it destroyed by a bunch of hooligans," Jerkins said, giving Hydrus a hairy eyeball. "The only reason we're selling is because me and the missus are the only ones left, and the house was getting too costly. However, we want to make sure the buyer would care for it. One of the reasons we didn't go through a realtor, they'd sell it to the first person who met the price."

No wonder the house has been on the market so long, Hydrus thought. "Not to worry, I'm just thinking about my future. I plan on having a big family and your house is perfect for that," he answered sincerely. "You see, I'm an orphan, so it is my dream to have a house such as this one and fill it with children. Like you, I am the last of my family."

It took a bit longer and a few more sob stories, until finally the older man caved. "Alright then, I'll take you at your word. Now, the house had been on the market for a few years. We've tried to keep it up, but the costs are getting out of hand. So we lowered the price to £ 120,000."

Hydrus didn't really care about whether this was a good price or not. "Sounds good, shall we go and see your solicitor?"

"You're not going to haggle?" Ralph asked with a lifting of an eyebrow. Most of the people he talked to wanted him to lower the price more, even if it was already below market value.

"Nope, I really want this house, and I have the funds."

"Right, let's go and see if Charlie is available," Jerkins said with a bit of relief. So the two made their way to his lorry and drove to the lawyer's office.

Hours of paperwork and two bank checks later and Hydrus was now the new owner. All three men shook hands and parted ways. Thank goodness that buying in cash made this go a lot faster, though it did cause the lawyer to ask a lot of questions. To which, Hydrus gave the same stories he had told Mr. Jenkins.

The second thing that Hydrus did was buy a new car. His eyes sparkled when he saw the Ferrari, but his brain kicked in. If he couldn't save his parents then he needed a car that could hold four people comfortably. So he turned his attention to the Mercedes Benz. In the end he purchased a 1981 Mercedes-Benz 240D 4 Door Sedan. Once again it took hours of paperwork; boy was he going to be glad when the internet boomed again.

It was now night, so he drove to the nearest restaurant and ordered the fish and chips. Then he took himself home. He pulled bits of junk out of his pocketspace, making a mental note to empty it and sort through everything. Then he used the junk to make a bed and blanket and promptly fell on to it, clothes and all, and fell asleep.

He woke the next morning and used a cleansing charm on himself and his clothes. He went to the empty living room, stood in the doorway, made the floor soft and said "Empty pocketspace." As things flew out of the pocket and expanded to their normal size he moved back, quickly. There were hundreds of devices, pranks, clothes, furniture and appliances. Some of these things were broken or unknown, because he never sorted out what he got from Hogwarts' secret room. Soon enough the room was full, which is when the young man stopped the flow. Hydrus had backed himself into a window, so he climbed out and went back around to the living room.

It took the rest of the week to get everything sorted and in place, thank Merlin for magic. He re-added things to his storage space, banished or repaired broken things and moved everything to its proper room. He was glad that he had planned and had the magical equivalence of kitchen appliances and entertainment centers, which looked non-magical, though futuristic. He wasn't planning on inviting many people over, so it didn't matter. He only stopped to go get groceries after the kitchen was set up. And take care of his needs.

Every night an exhausted immortal fell into his bed. He woke the morning after everything was sorted, and after getting clean and dressed for the day, he ventured into the upstairs study. He went to the desk where a laptop was set up and used his hacking spell to find the current computer language and learn it.

He went to town and looked up where Government offices were, so he could break in and insert himself in the system. He would go that night. Security systems were a joke to get around in this time. The Invisibility Cloak, silencing charms and a good copy of his records and he would be free and clear in the non-magical world.

Now that all of that was done, he needed to plan on getting into Hogwarts, and get the diadem. He pondered if he should try and get it now or wait until winter break. He went over what he knew about the horcruxes and was frustrated that many were out of his reach for now. Since Mrs. Black was still alive, that one was out. Now, that he thought about it he wasn't even sure it was in Grimmauld Place. He never knew when Regulus died. No it has to be there, because it is close to the time Voldemort was vanquished, he reasoned.

He went to check on the ring, using the shock gun to blast the wards to smithereens he found the ring was now free of all magic. So he chucked it over his left shoulder and went back home.

With the necklace and the cup out of his reach and the snake not created yet, he decided to take his chance on the diadem. Using what he hoped to be a Hogsmeade weekend, he made his way to Honeydukes and snuck to the cellar. The tunnel was dark and you could tell it had been a few years since it was last used. Putting on his Cloak and casting silencing charm, he creeped out from behind the statue. He slowly made his way to the Room of Requirements. Pacing in front of the wall, he called up the Room of Hidden Things.

It took him only a short time to find the old crown. He picked up a random piece of junk and held it over the priceless heirloom, and incanted, "Repel aliena anima," moving the soul piece to the broken item. Calling up a ceramic bowl, he dropped some very potent acid on the new horcrux, held his breath and watched it blacken and listened to the screaming of the soul piece as died. Letting out a sigh of relief, he then tucked the diadem in his pocketspace and debated on whether or not to go into the Chamber of Secrets and kill the basilisk. He decided to wait until summer, just in case he was caught. He didn't want his new identity to have any more notoriety than the name Black already carried. He also debated on clearing out the room he stood in, but decided against it. He would send a letter to the Board of Governors, who weren't overly corrupt, yet, and let them decide what to do with this treasure.

He was going to attempt to fix this timeline. So that meant getting rid of a few bad eggs. He just had to figure out how and who. His meditations made him realize that some people could change and some could not. Those like Malfoy, Umbridge, Skeeter and the Lestranges would never change. Those like Snape would behave with the right… motivation. Fudge and the Dursleys were a non-issue at the moment. He needed to get to Diagon Alley and establish himself. Bribes and corruption were the name of the game in politics.

He spent every night looking for the Potters, but they must be behind the Fidelius because he couldn't find hide or hair of them. It was getting frustrating and he cursed his lack of knowledge. He knew with the charm up he would have a difficult time, but he continued the search. He wrote letters to the Order, warning them that Pettigrew was a traitor, those letters went unanswered, though he did receive one from Sirius stating that he'd better quit defaming his friend. He had no idea how the man sent the letter, since he didn't sign his name. So, that avenue was out. Oh well, he'd just keep looking.

He thought about going straight to Dumbledore, but he had issues with the man and didn't want to argue with him. He would also have to prove how he knew, and he had no idea how to do that.

So, every night he spent going around Godric's Hollow looking for the Potter. He was even stopped by the Bobbies, they asked him what he was doing and he said he was looking for his family and they were unlisted. When he gave the Potters name, of course the man didn't know where they were. He even had the fleeting thought of getting a bullhorn and announcing that they would be betrayed, but after the incident with the police he nixed it.

He also had plans on opening a household appliances and entertainment business. For that he would need a barrister and to have a go between for him and Hellströms (a dwarf run bank in Sweden). If he had it his way he would never set foot in Gringotts. The next morning saw him in Diagon Alley looking for business offices. He found a solicitor's office named Jasper and Jones.

After entering the building the secretary told him to wait and she'd see if either one was available. Twenty minutes later he was escorted into Mr. Jasper's office.

"Mr. Black, pleasure to meet you. I am Anthony Jasper," the short dark-haired man said as he came around his desk. "Funny that I've never heard of you, I thought I knew about all the Blacks." He held his hand out for Hydrus to take.

"Pleasure's mine, Mr. Jasper. I've been around; just don't draw attention to myself, since I was raised Muggle. My squib godfather died a few years ago and left me a huge amount of money. He invested a lot in the non-magical world," Hydrus said as he shook the man's hand. He then leaned over and whispered, "He was a bit of a gambler, if you know what I mean."

"Sorry for your loss," Mr. Jasper said sincerely. He then pointed to the chairs off to the side and the two settled. "So tell me, Mr. Black, what can Jasper and Jones do for you?"

"A few things actually," Hydrus answered. "First of all, can one open an account in Hellströms through your firm? I've had a bit of a bad experience with goblins and I really don't want to use Gringotts if I don't have to."

Mr. Jasper rubbed his chin in thought. "I believe so," he finally answered. "You will need to prove who you are, papers and such, then we can set up a vault for you."

Hydrus was relieved that blood verification wasn't needed; then again blood magic was against the law. "Right, second thing I need is an empty store to be purchased. I have the money to pay in cash so I'd like that done as soon as possible." He then gave the general outline as to what he needed. "I also need to patent my inventions, believe me they will revolutionize the wizarding world."

Mr. Jasper made some notes and nodded, he waved his hand for the young man to continue.

"The last thing I need is for a separate vault to be set up for… political purposes," Hydrus said, trying to be casual.

This caused the lawyer to narrow his eyes at the young man in front of him. "I do hope that you do not expect this firm to… buy votes," he bit out.

"No, of course not," the young immortal said quickly.

"As long as we understand one another," Mr. Jasper said as he turned back to his notes.

The two men ironed out the plans for the vaults and the business. Hydrus said he would come the next day to pay the firm and give Mr. Jasper the money to open the vaults. While he was there he bought a house elf named Tippy, who he was going to free and hire on.

He then made plans to advertise for someone to run the store, so he could hunt down Death Eaters or find the Order of the Phoenix. He wanted to do all he could to help. Unfortunately he had no idea where the Order met. He did however know where most of the Death Eaters lived. But, he would have to be more careful, since most of them had innocent children.

He also wanted to see if the rumors were true and Voldemort had placed a taboo on his name. If so he could set up traps for the Death Eaters and maybe catch the Dark Lord and finish this off without his parents dying or Harry becoming the Boy Who Lived.

The weeks flew by, his accounts and business was set up. The appliances and entertainment centers he was selling weren't too outlandish, though some of the Muggle-raised seem to find them fascinating. He made sure that they didn't outdate the non-magical equivalents—much. He hired a manager, a clerk and a squib bookkeeper (since the only magical bookkeepers in Britain were goblins) so he had little to do with the store.

Hydrus found out there was a taboo on the name, and when he wasn't busy with setting up the store, he used it to capture fifteen Death Eaters. He would trap them, bind them and then feed them the Draught of the Living Dead. He then put them in very old non-magical crypts in abandoned cemeteries. He'd figure out what to do with them later.

He was ecstatic to get Bella, Lucius and Crouch Jr., now, hopefully, the Longbottoms would be okay. He had thought to just kill them; however, he didn't want Voldemort to feel their deaths. Let that twisted bastard think they were captured. He'll leave them here where they can't harm anyone. Until after Halloween, he'd ignore them, maybe then he would kill them. He put up wards so no one would find them and walked away.

After he captured Malfoy, he broke in to Malfoy Manor and destroyed the diary. There was a close call, when Dobby popped in to clean the room. It took every bit of willpower Hydrus had not to call out to his old friend. Hopefully with Lucius gone, the house elf will be treated better. It was with a bit of remorse that the young man realized that his plans would make it unnecessary for Dobby to befriend young Harry.

Now it was Halloween night, and Hydrus was looking for his parents' house in Godric's Hollow, he had been searching every spare moment he had since he came back, but never found it. The problem was he couldn't get past the Fidelius Charm. He must have been too young to remember the secret and he only visited the house once, at night. He never went back in his timeline, since Umbridge had razed the cottage when he was enemy number one. So he was searching for out of place numbers.

He was on the other side of the village when he felt the explosion of magic. His cry of "Noooo!" scared some of the locals as they watched the distraught young man run down the street.