A/N: Two chapters in one night? What's going on… haha! I hope everyone really enjoys this final chapter :D I have got a sequel planned of Alphard's time at Hogwarts – but I don't know when that will be published (or written) I'm afraid.

THIS IS THE END, enjoy:

Midnight rolled around in a rush and an anxious Sirius carried the sleeping Alphard out to the large rune covered sarsen stones that stood on the edge of the extensive Black property. The others ranged themselves at equidistant points in a rough circle around Sirius, who sat with Alphard in the middle of the two circles formed by the stones and his family and friends.

4th June 1982
12:02am
Black Manor – Grantham, Lincolnshire

The six standing around Sirius started chanting the Latin that would start the ritual, and Sirius kept a tight hold of his sleeping son as a warm pale light started rising like a dome around the loose circle.

A rush of cold magic blasted through the group, and everyone swayed on their feet at the pure power contained behind it, Sirius gulped nervously and shouted above the suddenly rushing wind, "Keep going! We're nearly through it!"

As their chanting trailed off, the wind and cold magic died down slightly until only a light breeze was blowing around them within the glowing dome of magic. Now that the protections were in place everyone drew their wands to perform the first major piece of magic in the ritual; forming a pure crystal to pull the soul fragments into.

The spell was the most complex part of the ritual, and involved intense concentration as the seven adults combined their magic forces to create the crystal. Each separate person had a different phrase that they had to ensure they recited at exactly the same time. After the signal from Sirius, they all started repeating their phrases. Remus watched in awe as a pale blue light flowed from his wand, and melded with the green, gold, red, yellow, silver, and violet lights flowing from his companions' wands.

The magic crashed and coalesced in the air above Sirius and Alphard's heads, twisting and turning around each other until with a blinding flash of bright white light a pure crystal formed, and fell to land in Sirius' waiting hands. Everyone finished saying their spells, and stared in awe at what their magic had formed.

Sirius kept a hold of the crystal in one hand, and with the other he fed Alphard the prepared potion to draw the Horcrux out of him, and into the crystal. He massaged Alphard's throat gently to ensure he swallowed the potion. They all waited and watched with baited breath for something to happen.

There was a loud bang, and a funny smell permeated the air, as a dark writhing shape rose from Alphard's scar, and hovered in the air for a second before snapping into the crystal. The crystal turned a very pale beige colour. Without a second of hesitation the assembled witches and wizards started another incantation; this one to draw the other soul pieces into the crystal to join together in one.

A piercing scream rose in the air, frigid magic swirled around the dome, and a heavy feeling settled over each and every magical being in the area, as the fragments of Voldemort's soul were pulled into the crystal. When they finished, the dome disappeared completely, the air warmed, and the light breeze that blew around them now was devoid of any malevolent magic. The crystal that was now hovering above Sirius' hand was a muddy brown colour, and vaguely hummed with the strength of the evil magic in it.

Callidora and Cedrella broke the circle, stepping forward with purpose and brandishing their wands at the tainted crystal. They had agreed that as the oldest and most powerful of the seven of them, Cedrella and Callidora would be best placed to perform the final step of the ritual – destroying the crystal. They exchanged a conspiring glance and then with a nod, flourished their wands and shouted "Purificent!" With a loud crack, the crystal split into tiny pieces and crumbled away to nothing.

Sirius clutched Alphard close to him, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the crystal was destroyed. Remus' sigh echoed his, as the stench of dark magic finally dissipated, and the smells of early summer filtered into the circle of the sarsen stones.

The magically, and emotionally, exhausted witches and wizards headed back inside as soon as the ritual was finished, and they had cleared up. The guests immediately headed home, jubilated to have gotten rid of Voldemort so decisively.

12th June 1982
10pm
Black Manor – Grantham, Lincolnshire

The last week had been hectic for the inhabitants of Black Manor. Whilst they had informed the rest of their family of the ultimate destruction of Voldemort, the wider Wizarding World had been left to their previous assumption that Voldemort was dead and gone, considering telling them that he hadn't been and now was, would just result in mass panic and doubt.

When Regulus finally got a chance to go visit Narcissa properly, he took it, wanting to get away from the steadily building unresolved sexual tension between Sirius, and the werewolf. Said werewolf found himself sitting in the library by himself that evening. Alphard had been put to bed a few hours ago, and Sirius had mumbled something incomprehensible, and consequently disappeared for the last 3 and a half hours.

Remus had been reading for most of that time, trying to convince himself to admit the truth to Sirius – he only had six months left on his ultimatum from Arcturus Black, and he didn't really want to discover what the penalty would be from the older Black man if he didn't speak up.

Little did he know that Sirius was having almost exactly the same crisis himself.

Sirius had been spending his spare time taking apart, and putting back together, his bike. He was determined to take his mind off the dilemma Callidora had presented him with. She had insisted to him that Remus felt the same as he did, but Sirius still doubted it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to risk his friendship with Remus in any case. The other part of him knew that Callidora would do something incredibly sneaky, and Slytherin, to let Remus know of his feelings if he hadn't told him himself by Christmas.

Sirius was shocked out of his reverie when Remus burst into the garage, panting slightly and looking slightly harried. Sirius jumped to his feet in alarm, "Moony! Is everything okay?"

Remus waved a hand at him, "Everything's fine. All good. Nothing's wrong."

"Right…" Sirius narrowed his eyes at his best friend, "What's up then? Why'd you bust in here like the house was on fire?"

"I- er- you see…" Remus trailed off, his eyes skipping away from Sirius nervously. Now that he was standing in front of Sirius, his motivation and sudden burst of Gryffindor bravery had left him.

"Spit it out, mate."

"I'm- I…" Remus winced, muttered fuck to himself, then finally looked up at Sirius determinedly, "I love you, Sirius." Remus closed his eyes as he said, not able to look Sirius directly in the eyes.

"You- what- I-" Sirius faltered, unsure that he'd just heard what he'd been wanting to hear for ages. "You love me? Like a friend… or," Sirius swallowed nervously, pushing away the hope choking his throat, "or as more?"

Remus' throat clicked dryly when he first opened his mouth to respond, and he coughed, swallowed and opened his mouth again, a quiet whisper of "As more" leaving him.

Sirius sucked in a shocked breath, and then a sunny grin spread across his face that he couldn't stop. "Remus- Moony. I… can you look at me?" He interrupted himself, ducking to try and catch Remus' eyes. Remus resolutely looked up, swallowing hard at the look on Sirius' face, "I love you too."

"You- you do?" Remus was whispering, unable to keep the reverence from his voice.

"Yeah… for, for a while now."

"I-" Remus looked away nervously for a second, before taking a large step closer and looking back, "Can I kiss you?" Remus reached a tentative hand up, and rested it gently on Sirius' stubbled jaw.

Sirius' eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly, barely able to choke out the "Merlin, yes" before Remus' dry lips were pressed against his in a shy kiss. The shock caught up with Sirius and he hesitated for a moment at the sensation of Remus' lips against his, but when Remus went to pull away at his lack of response, he groaned and pushed into the sensation. One of his large hands came up to clasp Remus' scarred face, the other dropping to the werewolf's waist and pulling him closer with a desperate noise.

Remus moaned urgently into his mouth, opening up when Sirius' tongue ran across his bottom lip. They both fell into the kiss, heatedly making out for a long time; until their lips were swollen, and Sirius had Remus pushed up against one of the garage walls, their legs just as interlocked as their lips had been but a moment ago, and their hips slotted together in such a way that their erections dragged together perfectly.

"We should stop, right now, or I'll end up taking you on the floor beside your bike," Remus groaned thickly. Sirius whimpered, his eyelids fluttering at the thought.

"You can't say that and then not follow through, Moony."

"Pads, Alphard is asleep upstairs," Remus pushed Sirius away gently as he spoke, standing up properly and adjusting his robes, "and do you really want to consummate whatever this is on your dirty garage floor. Also, we really need to talk about this…"

"Mate, did you really just say consummate?"

"Shut the fuck up." Remus pushed Sirius childishly, but Sirius just caught his hand against his chest with a grin and yanked Remus into a sloppy kiss that made them both groan heatedly into each other's mouths.

"I know we need to talk about this, Moony… but right now?" Sirius ground his hips into Remus' suggestively.

Remus swore emphatically, pulling Sirius into a quick kiss. He pulled back, and ran his eyes over Sirius' shorter form, saliva pooling in his mouth as he thought about getting his hands all over Sirius' golden skin and firm muscles. "Fuck it… we can talk about it tomorrow. Right now, I want you spread out on my bed." Sirius groaned in agreement as Remus grabbed his hand and yanked him along out of the garage and through the house to his bedroom.

Remus' door slammed with a pleasing finality behind the two remaining Marauders.

1st September 1991
12pm
Hogwarts Express

As prepared as Alphard was for going to Hogwarts, he had been sitting nervously by himself in an empty compartment since the train left the station. He already missed his two dads desperately, even though he had only seen them an hour ago; Remus, Sirius, and his uncle Regulus had come to see him off from the station, and though they had done their best to embarrass him (and had kind of succeeded), it was still sad to watch them shrink away from him on the station platform as the express left the station.

It had been slightly harrowing, in a way, to see the large personalities that were his fathers – and uncle – shrink into these tiny forms of people that he couldn't see the features on by the time the train turned a corner. They had handed over instructions on how to find the map that had been confiscated from them in the final year at Hogwarts, and had packed James' cloak into Alphard's trunk, with tears in their eyes. Alphard had already briefly considered taking the cloak out and hiding beneath it, but had remembered Sirius' encouragement to speak to people on the train, as it was where he had made his first friend in Alphard's birth father, James.

Whilst Alphard knew all about his birth parents, and missed them in an abstract kind of way, he had grown up with two fathers, and a multitude of supportive family surrounding him, and had wanted for nothing in his life so far. The slight ache in his chest caused by missing his parents, was eased at the remembrance that at least Remus, as the Defence Professor, would be at Hogwarts with him.

The rest of the ache dissipated in a rush when a girl with a mass of bushy curls, buck teeth, and an eager grin pushed open his compartment door, someone was standing behind her, but was obscured by her hair. "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." She looked earnestly at Alphard, clearly expecting some kind of answer.

Alphard's eyebrows shot up his forehead, and a grin lifted his lips, "He actually brought that useless thing with him?"

"Excuse me?" She demanded indignantly, but before she could start on what would no doubt be an impressive rant, Neville stepped out from behind her with a grin.

"Dad made me bring it, said mum wouldn't give me my owl if I didn't." Neville came further into the apartment and sat down opposite Alphard with a sigh, "Then of course mum asked me why the hell I'd brought Trevor with me when we got to the platform, but found dad's trick too funny to take him back." Alphard laughed loudly at Neville's explanation, but stopped abruptly when the girl still standing in the doorway huffed.

"Why did you ask for help, if you clearly don't care about your toad?" She demanded angrily.

Neville sighed slightly, and gestured to the bench beside him, "Please sit down, Hermione. This is Alphard Black" Neville gestured to Alphard, then turned and frowned in contemplation at his friend, "Or is it Black-Lupin, Lupin-Black, just Lupin?"

Alphard chuckled, shook his head at Neville's teasing, and turned to face Hermione. "I'm Alphard Black," He said with a smile, "and you're Hermione…"

"Granger." She supplied with a hesitant smile.

"Nice to meet you, Hermione. Sorry about Neville sounding so careless. We've been friends forever. The toad, Trevor, is actually Neville's dad's toad – he was a present from Neville's grandmother, that Neville's dad hates, so I'm assuming that's why he fobbed Trevor off on Neville." Alphard turned to Neville with a raised eyebrow, and Neville nodded with a long-suffering grin."

Hermione nodded, "I see. You've both known about magic all your lives then?" She looked reluctant to ask, and Alphard could tell that she was wary about knowing – which probably meant that she was a Muggleborn and had already had some kind of run-in with a pureblood arsehole.

"Yeah, we're both pureblood, but we don't give a crap about any of that blood supremacy nonsense." Alphard said firmly, smiling encouragingly at her, "One of my dads' is a half-blood, and his mum was a muggle."

She smiled widely, her nervousness seemingly forgotten as she went into an enthusiastic rant about Hogwarts: A History, which she was horrified to find neither boy had read. By the end of the ride the three were fast friends, and had been joined by both Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy (tentative friends through prolonged exposure thanks to Alphard's parents). There had been a slightly rocky moment when Draco's nose had wrinkled slightly at the revelation of Hermione's name (and obvious parentage), but a glare from Alphard stopped any comments, and even Draco – who was unfortunately still influenced by Lucius Malfoy, though his mother and extended Black family had mellowed out the blood supremacy obsessed Malfoy tendencies – had mellowed out by the time that they were boarding the boats to head towards Hogwarts.

The lead up to the sorting passed quickly, and it wasn't long before they were being lead into the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall. They were quiet exclamations of awe from most of the first years as they were lead down the row between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables to the front of the room where the sorting sat upon its' stool on the raised dais in front of the Head table.

Alphard scanned the Head table quickly, grinning and waving covertly when he saw Remus seated between Professor Trelawney (away from whom he was leaning due to her pungent smell), and a slightly ragged looking Professor that Alphard didn't know the name of. As the first names on Professor McGonagall's list were read out, Hermione leant towards Alphard and quietly asked who he had been waving to.

Alphard pointed towards Remus, despite knowing that his dad could hear what they were saying, and was most likely listening in anyway, he tried to be stealthy. "The Professor with the dark blonde hair and old man glasses is one of my dads." He grinned cheekily when Remus pulled an offended face at the old man comment.

Hermione nodded understandingly, stepping back from Alphard when the latter's name was called, "Black, Alphard!" Alphard grinned and stepped up to the stool, taking a seat and ignoring all of the faces staring up at him, waiting with baited breath to see if the newest member of the Black family (and the first to be sorted since 1972) would be in Gryffindor like his father, or Slytherin like the rest of his family.

The sorting hat spent a while deliberating but finally the rip that formed its mouth opened and it shouted its result to the hall.

"SLYTHERIN!"

A/N: That's all for now folks! This is the first multi-chapter fic that I've finished, and it feels pretty awesome :D Let me know what you thought, I really hope everyone enjoyed this.