When the Stars Align

Small Comforts

Harry turned over as his oldest goddaughter tried to shake him awake, only to come face to face with the enormously large amber eyes of his godson. In that moment he knew there was no way in hell his children would let him sleep. Sighing heavily, he sat up in bed and cast a quick Tempus. 2:00 A.M. flashed in the air as three small figures crawled into his lap and wrapped their small arms tightly around his neck. "Hello little stars, are you alright?" "Abba we had a bad dream." Harry frowned at Procyon (PRO-see-on), the youngest of his adoptive children, and began to look him over. "Did you two have a bad dream as well?" Gomeisa (go-MAY-sah) began nodding her head rapidly as she snuggled closer to her twin. Harry's frown deepened. "Adhara (ad-HAR-a)?" He questioned softly. She shook her head. "The twins had a vision." She stated as if it answered everything. Harry frowned, "The twins had a vision?" "Yes Abba." The four year old said, in a small childlike voice. Gomeisa nodded in agreement with her older sister. "What was it about?" Harry asked softly carding his fingers through his son's black hair. "We have to go. Some say your the new dark lord and so we pack and then we have to touch the pretty necklace." Gomeisa said with determination. Procyon nodded and slid off his lap. A few minutes later the small three year old came back holding Harry's shrunken pensieve. Harry moved quickly knowing shared visions between the twins was exceedingly rare and if Adhara felt the need to wake him up because of it, he needed to act fast. Setting up the pensieve, Harry collected a memory of the vision from each twin in case they were different. "Benji!" He called his favorite house elf from the kitchens. "What can Benji be doing for you, Master Just Harry Sir?" The house elf asked cheerfully causing Harry to sigh in exasperation. "I need you to watch over the children and do anything they ask while I look through some memories, ok?" Benji nodded furiously. "Of Course, Master Just Harry Sir. Benji be watching little master and mistresses." Harry nodded before entering the pensieve. He soon found himself standing in a room full of all the surviving order members and some new faces he didn't recognize. "Has anyone seen Harry since You-Know-Who was defeated?" Hermione's voice asked. "Haven't seen him since he took in those stupid brats." Ginny practically spit out. Molly sighed. "I know you are upset about the break up but you can't blame those sweet kids for it." Ginny just crossed her arms and glared at the table. Suddenly a large owl swooped in through the window. Ron gently took the newspaper from the bird and gave it a treat. Hermione immediately grabbed the paper and began reading. A gasp of horror left her lips and she looked frantically up at the others in the room. "OH NO!! LOOK!! LOOK AT WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT HARRY!!" She turned the paper around to show the head line. HARRY POTTER, THE BOY-WHO-NEVER-DIES, AND POSSIBLY THE NEWEST DARK LORD? The date underneath the headline was July 23 two weeks from now. Harry frowned at the paper as the whole room broke out into a frenzy. People began shouting and the paper was passed around causing the arguments to grow louder. All the while Ginny sat with a smug look on her face. The scene suddenly began to shift. A massive crowd stood around the rumble of Hogwarts. Bodies lay motionless on the ground. Hermione and Ron lay side by side obviously dead. Molly's body lay partially covered by rubble off to the side. Everyone who was close to Harry lay dead. Even Professor McGonagall. There at the front of the crowd stood Ginny Weasley with a victorious smile on her face. Slowly she moved to where a small pile of stones still stood. Around the corner she found Harry Potter crying over the dead bodies of his godchildren. "Do you see now, Harry? You were supposed to love me and give me everything I desired. I was supposed to be the rich and beautiful Lady Potter. I was supposed to be famous and you were only supposed to look at me. No one else. Not those brats. If you had just stayed with me and ignored everyone else. It would have been fine. Or if you had simply disappeared along with those brats of yours I wouldn't have had to kill them all." Harry watched as his former girlfriend began shooting hexes at him. He didn't move, just allowed her to brutally murder him as he held on to the tiny hands of his children. Seconds later he was thrown out of the pensieve. It took him a minute to actually focus on his surroundings but when he did he discovered his room completely barren. The only thing that still stood there were Benji and the children. Even the pensieve he had just left was now gone. "Master Just Harry Sir, Benji's be packing everything up likes the little mistress be asking. Benji be going with Master Just Harry Sir to clean out his vaults and go safe." Harry blinked and turned to his eldest daughter in question. She simply handed him a change of clothes and his wand. "Gringotts." She said with a stern look that reminded him so much of Remus. Harry soon found himself standing on the steps of Gringotts with Benji the house elf, his three children, and all their worldly possessions shrunken and packed into a featherlight backpack. And when he said all, he meant it. Somehow Benji had found and packed everything that had ever belonged to the Potter, Black and Lupin family. He had even managed to shrink the bulidings and animals from all of the properties Harry owned but some of which he had yet to investigate. Now at 4:30 A.M. they stood in front of the goblin guards of Gringotts. "What do you want?" One on the guards growled rudely. Before Harry could say anything Procyon stepped forward and began conversing in gobbledegook. "Umm did we know he could do that?" Harry asked in general. "No," his daughters and house elf said in unison. Harry shrugged and waited for his son to finish his conversation. The goblin guards nodded to them as Procyon came back to his side. The five of them were quickly ushered into a small side entrance and into the office of the bank manager. The bank manager raised an eyebrow at the guard that led them in. The guard bowed. "These humans wish to complete the blood adoption that first occured when Lord Potter was adopted by his Godfathers. I was also informed that they will be time traveling and must completely clean out all their bank vaults so they can open new ones in the past and still maintain their possessions. Lord Potter will also be going through a permanent name change." By the time the guard was finished Harry was staring wide eyed at his three year old adoptive son. "Very well, Sharp-tongue, return to your post." The guard bowed again before leaving. "So, Lord Potter, you are here to complete the blood sibling adoption. As you were blood adopted by both the parents of your adoptive children, you are currently their half brother. By completing the sibling blood bond, you will become there full brother and any blood test or paper regarding them, will list you as their older brother and adoptive father after the death of both sets of parents. Are there any questions?" Harry looked confused for a second before sitting forward in his chair. "So, once we have completed the this sibling bond thing, we will be full siblings and they will gain my parents and genes like I did when I was blood adopted. Will they also gain the name Potter?" The goblin nodded. "You will all be Potter-Lupin-Blacks and you will each have to take another name that would have been contributed by the other set of parents. For example, you Lord Potter, will have to take the name of a star. You can place in anywhere in the order of your names. Meaning it could be your new first name or a new middle name. Once you have chosen you must put down two names to be called regularly. For example, Harry Potter, James Lupin, or something of the sort." Harry nodded along completely understanding. "Very well let us begin." The goblin took out a ritual knife and three potions. Harry had to cut his hand and allow seven drops to fall into each vile. Once this was completed his hand was healed and he watched as the potions were given to Adhara, Procyon and Gomeisa. The change was subtle. Procyon's skin became more tan. Gomeisa gained a red tint to her brown hair and one of Adhara's eyes became green but the sliver color it had once been, now decorated both her eyes with silver flecks and a grey ring around them. Other than that their jawlines became slightly sharper and they looked other worldly, as if they were not completely human. Which is exactly the same look Harry possessed when he was blood adopted. It was most likely due to the mix of werewolf blood from Remus and the elvin blood from his mother. Since he was adopted Harry had become a born werewolf (meaning he can change against the moon) and a metamorphmagus. The mixing of blood also allowed him to have a half elf form, in which his ears became pointy and he got a Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit High Elvin look complete with white hair streaks. He knew his siblings or adoptive kids would now have the same traits. "Now that you have completed the bond, you must be named. The children will chose a name for you. And you will chose a name for each of them. Then you must all agree on the order and fill out this paper work using a blood quill. Do not worry each has had numbing and healing charms placed on them so they will neither hurt nor leave a wound." We nodded and turned to each other. "Addy, I would like to give you the name Lilian. Mei, I would like to give you the name Rose. And Cy (see), I would like to give you the name Linfred, that was the name of the man who founded the Potter family." The children all smiled at me happily and nodded. They then turned to each other and began talking about what to name me. "Abba, we want to give you the name Altair (AL-tair), in means the flyer and is the main star in the constellation Aquila the Eagle." Harry smiled at his eldest child. "I think that suits me. Now, I think since you three have constellations for your first name, so should I. That would make me, Altair Harrison James Potter-Lupin-Black. And I think that you also should have the name I gave you as your first middle name. That would make Addy, Adhara Lilian Hope Potter-Lupin-Black. Mei would be Gomeisa Rose Accalia (uh-keel-ya) Potter-Lupin-Black and Cy will become Procyon Linfred Sirius Potter-Lupin-Black." The kids all nodded in agreement. "Now about the two name thing. We will all use our first names but which surname should we use?" "Black!" All three children said in unison. Harry laughed and then handed a quill and set of paperwork to each child. They all signed their new name and the two names they would use. Harry had to help them a little bit but it was soon done. The goblin nodded and tapped the documents making them glow and disappear. "Now that we are finished with that we must adjust the Black family tree to show you being born to someone who died and was distant from the family in the past. What year are you traveling to?" Procyon sat up. "I was thinking 1976." The goblin nodded and looked through the Black family tree. "Ah, this fits perfectly. There was an Auriga (aw-rahy-jee) Black who married one Accalia Lupin in 1927. They had a son named Sirius Lupin-Black in 1930 but he died in 1931. He is the person I believe your godfather was named after. We can change it to where he died in 1965 and have him marry Fleamont Potter's older cousin Harriet who died unmarried in 1964. We can make it look like she died of childbirth and that she and Sirius had moved to France in 1948 and lost contact with his family. They will only be notified that he died and the causes. The same goes for Harriet. Don't worry I can send the paper work with a note back in time to 1930 a few days after Sirius has actually died so they can look it over and talk to the family about it. Auriga and Accalia don't die until 1975 and they live in France so you can claim to have been living with them. And we will complete a paper trail for you so it looks like you were home schooled. Since you have completed your Newts we will have just send those along and modify some memories. We will make it look like you have returned to England after your grandparents death. You will be given a house for when you arrive and I am sure your new grandparents and new mother will have made arrangements. Now let's go clean out your vaults." About 30 minutes later Benji had packed everything into chests provided by the goblins and they stood with a time turner in the middle of the bank manager's office. "Master Just Harry Sir, everything is packed." Everyone laughed as Harry took the backpack that had just had the shrunken chests added to it. "Actually, Benji my name has been changed to Altair Black. But call me Altair or Al." Benji looked thoughtful. "Master Black Sir?" Harry shook his head. "No, Benji. Just Altair." The house elf nodded. "Master Just Altair Sir." Another round of laughter filled the air but after a second Procyon frowned. "Abba?" Procyon asked. "Yes?" "Since you became our adoptive father, can we still call you Abba when we go to 1976?" Harry smiled. "Of course you can little star. Just because we are siblings that doesn't make you any less my children." The kids all smiled up at him. It would give them all some comfort when they leave if they knew somethings weren't going to change. No matter how small that comfort was, it would help them in the future.