"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Regulus questioned dropping off Harry missing work for potions and defense against the dark arts, as it was Professor Black's job to substitute in for missing teachers; conveniently next to the stack of other work from other classes.

"I'm Sorry." Harry immediately said as his Professor's arrival.

"Good. You should be! Nearly got yourself killed! Again might I add! Being out for three days! You have good friends, coming in during all free times, but I won't show your face to your Quidditch Captain, Gryffindor had a horrible game without there seeker. Brutal lost against Ravenclaw the Gryffindors have ever seen in a century. I had to stopped Wood from killing himself from shame." Regulus scowled him in a calm voice that seemed to make his words a lot more intimidating, as he sat down giving Harry a look of concern, "You could have used the potion I gave you, would have given you answers."

"Hermione said not to use it until we found out what it was." Harry spoke truthfully. The trio spent two hours in the library trying to search of the potions information with less luck then searching for Nickolas Flamel.

"Probably good to not waste it then, it's a very special potion, created from concentrated dittany, oil of mandrake root, murtlap essence, and phoenix tears simmered for three months in a freezing cold environment with constant attention. I would say it could very well heal the impossible, even bring back a dead man an hour after they die. Severus Snape and I are the only people alive to know how to make it properly. I knew he wouldn't have needed to go after the stone when he already had something that can surpass it. As of now your probably the fifth person to even know of its existence; of course, not counting Miss Granger and Mister Weasley." Regulus explained to Harry who slowly started to get everything into play.

Why wouldn't Professor Black make a potion like that; many would if they had the talent. Not to mention it makes perfect since to tell Professor Snape who is the other potions teacher at the school. Now thinking more into it; if Snape was the person stealing the stone, it would have made sense for Professor Snape to get Professor Black to help him or even see him as the biggest threat from getting the stone, even if Dumbledore was gone.

These solved those questions; now there was only one.

"Can...can I see it... your arm. Y-you keep it covered and I just wondered... I'm sorry." Harry asked bashfully as he tried and failed to keep eye contact with his teacher. Harry probably shouldn't have asked. He KNEW he shouldn't have, but Harry couldn't help it. He just saw and wondered why, now leaving them in and awkward and surprise silence.

"If you wish," Regulus said with a sigh as if he had been asked many times before.

The glove slowly unraveled off Professor Black's arm and Harry knew, he shouldn't have asked.

It looks hideous beyond compare. It was as if he was skinned; ripped of flesh and muscle then slapped back together quite terribly, and finally lit on fire only to be placed in boiling water.

"Does it hurt?" Harry asked wincing at the arm. It was probably a good thing Professor Black kept it hidden, Harry didn't think he would have been able to stop wincing at it.

"Sometimes; it comes and it goes but it's fine, it shows that I made the right choice," Regulus said as he put back on his glove.

"What choice was that," Harry could help but ask.

"Humanity. It's why I'm the only Black still here. Not even my own brother, the person I looked up to, couldn't seem to be a good person in the end." Regulus spoke with disappointment and sad longing in his eyes.

"Now I should let you rest, tomorrow will be a big day I expect," Professor Black said as he began to leave, but not before Harry asked a question.

"Would you ever forgive him? Sirius Black that is?" Harry asked Regulus whose back was turned at Harry. Regulus clenched up his left fist tightly before releasing saying one world.

"Never."

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" 'Arry, glad I caught ya! Been needin' to give ya somethin'," Hagrid said coming over to Harry at the train station, handing Harry an old photo book.

"A photo book?," Harry questioned looking at it.

"Asking everyone I could think of that might have pictures. Had a couple rips and wear but nothin' I couldn't fix. Although these," he said holding up a big bulky envelope, "Are older; I convinced Regulus to look through his brothers old stuff. I wasn't sure where to put them but I'm sure you'll figure it out." Hagrid said with a smile, "And if your family gives you any trouble, your cousin could always get some ears with that tail of his."

"But I thought we couldn't use magic at home?" Harry asked which got a laugh out of Hagrid.

"You can't, but your cousin doesn't need to know that. Now best be off with ya, don't want to miss the train."

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Harry sat down in the train compartment as it moved and opened the envelope as all sorts of things came out; letters, pictures, flattened out candy wrappers, recipe cards, clip outs of magazines and newspapers, drawings, and written on school notes; perfectly kept as if they were a week old.

He picked out the packed up pictures first and looked at the top picture labeled 'End of First Year at Hogwarts.'

It had four boys in front of the picture squishing each other around to get in view, smiling brightly.

The first boy was very chubby and with small eyes that Harry couldn't help but think of as rat like.

The second boy was taller then the rest and had green eyes and a few scars littered on his face.

The third boy looked strangely a lot like Professor Black but with lighter grey eyes and higher cheekbones.

The fourth boy on the other hand wore glasses, had messy hair and brown eyes that looked a lot like him.

"Dad."

He looked at the background and saw the bright red Hogwarts Express with other kids walking around, but it was a pretty red headed girl in the back pulling her luggage cart that caught his attention more.

"Mum."

Bonus

•With Regulus Potion Master Black, do you really think that he would not make an OP potion which.

•Did you really think Regulus would be alive, willing having the dark mark? That boy is compulsive as they come, he was dame well going to get rid of it, even if it killed him.

•The teachers are definitely having a 'We Survived a Year' party every year because they have to put with so much $hit on the daily basis

•Of course Sirius had stuff left in his room before he left. Not to mention, Regulus would have been to Sirius's flat after he got arrested and collected stuff so it wouldn't be thrown out.

•Five Galleons says you counted down the Marauders with each description of the photo.

•First Year Done!!!