Chapter Text
My way
Orion and Walburga Black cannot live knowing that Regulus is dead and that Sirius hates them too much to forgive them.
That's why they perform an ancient ritual, they know they can die trying, but they don't care, they need to go back in time to start over and get their children back.
Black Family.
Chapter 1
Orion was in the hall on the second floor, with a glass in his hand and with tears running down his cheeks; He played Frank Sinatra's My Way on his turntable while he looked at the family tapestry, he couldn't help but see the names of his children because one of them unfortunately had the dates 1961-1979.
He did not want to believe it, his little Regulus was no longer with them, he left home a month ago and did not return, he never knew how he had died, but the cry his wife gave when she saw the tapestry that day, will never let him sleep.
He remembers getting to the room as fast as he could and seeing her, Walburga was crying on the floor, with her hand on Regulus's name, the last time he had seen her so heartbroken had been the day of Sirius's escape, four years ago.
That night when they returned from his brother-in-law's house they had found Regulus crying in the living room, he had told them everything that had happened, how he discovered that his brother was about to run away, and that he had asked him to go with him but Regulus had told them. he had said he couldn't. That day his wife and his youngest son had cried themselves to sleep in Sirius' room.
He hadn't done anything, it was hard for him to cry, but he had locked himself in his study for days, he didn't feel good to come out of there and face that his son hated them more than they imagined.
Sirius did not live with them, but they knew he was fine, they sent him money with his brother-in-law Alphard and he gave them news of how he was, but this time it was different, that tapestry that all the houses in his family had showed the name of his baby with date of death, that day he collapsed with his wife and for a month neither of them stopped crying, they didn't even talk to anyone, they had nothing to say.
The funeral had been devastating for everyone, even Sirius had gone, he hadn't seen him in years and he felt terrible having to see him in that situation.
Regulus was the youngest of the family and no one could believe that he was no longer there, he cursed the day he allowed himself to be convinced that it was good for his son to join that group of barbarians, he should have protected him more, Sirius was right, not even neither he nor Walburga looked after their children and that was something he would regret all his life.
They had been raised that way, they didn't know how to be otherwise, they thought that was the right way, but it had all been a mistake, Sirius hated them and Regulus was gone.
“ I did it my way ” the voice of his favorite singer was heard, he liked that song so much, he wanted it to be real, that he had done things his way, “ I've loved, laughed and cried ” the explosion that echoed in the room came from the record player smashed by his wand, his whole life had been a waste, if it wasn't for his family nothing would have been worth it.
Walburga entered a few minutes after hearing the noise, she approached him and without saying anything leaned on his shoulder and he, as always, passed his hand over his wife's shoulders, they did not speak, they only accompanied each other in that sadness.
His life was more monotonous than usual, no one wanted to do anything, there was no point in living like this.
Five months had passed, life was still hard and the silence in that huge house was exhausting.
"I don't want to live like this Orion." Walburga had entered his study.
"We never get what we want Wal."
"What if there was a way?"
Orion stared at his wife, he had a look of determination that could only mean one thing.
"I found an old book, it was in my parents' house, it's very old magic, it's unstable and risky, but if it works it would be worth it."
"What is it?"
"A ritual to resurface, but we could see them and do everything again, but now in a different way."
"What is there to do?"
"Give life, are you with me?"
"Always."
The ritual was complex, both had to give their blood, but there was a middle ground, they had to let it emanate until they died for a few seconds and then enter a trance that would bring them back to life.
It was magic as old as the founders of Hogwarts, it took them three months to get the ingredients for the potion that they had to ingest before making the cut in their veins and the preparation of the ointment that had to be applied on the cut when "returning to life" needed the energy of two new moons, they knew that if it didn't work out they would lose their lives, but they didn't care, they just wanted to turn back time and have their children with them.
The ritual consisted of making a circle of salt on the ground with some runes drawn in the center, they should be inside it in a lotus flower position and drink a potion whose main ingredient was the plant of life, immediately they would have to make a horizontal cut in the veins, take the dagger with their dominant hand and cut the other hand, in this ritual the use of the wand is prohibited, all the magic had to emanate with their blood and thus holding hands sitting one in front of the other they would let the blood reach the runes, while they put all their energy into reviving again, concentrated in that moment of their lives, they would enter a trance, they would travel to the past in their own timeline, without alterations, being them themselves and knowing that they are there, they will use an ointment to close the wound.
Any failure in the ritual would cause them to bleed to death and their souls will never be able to return to their bodies, thus causing imminent death.
They had prepared all that time to achieve the ritual without fail, it was about to be a year since the death of their youngest son and the death of the Potters and the betrayal of their eldest son to those who were their best were announced in the newspapers. friends.
Now more than ever they knew that they had to return, they did not believe that Sirius could betray Potter, they knew that their son was loyal to James, they could not allow him to spend his days in Azkaban for something he did not do, they would go back in time and fix Above all, they needed to see their children healthy and safe.
They entered the library and Muggle-style they began to move the furniture, they couldn't use the wand and ruin the ritual, they placed the circle, drew the runes, Orion brought his favorite dagger, it had belonged to a Viking warrior, he knew that it would be very helpful, it was so sharp that he could cut just by looking at it, his potion was ready and they placed the ointment next to them for when they woke up.
Concentrating, holding hands, letting their blood flow they could feel the wetness on their sleeves and the metallic smell could reach their nostrils.
Both were in a pastel blue veil, it was like seeing in a pensieve, but heavier, his body was not light as smoke, that was part of the ritual, carrying all the mistakes and if you could bear that weight you were worthy of back into your life again, they could see themselves, on the day they got engaged, their wedding day, Sirius's birth, Regulus's, they kept going and weren't sure where to stop, until they saw it, Regulus and Sirius having breakfast in his kitchen, it was the summer of 1973, it had been Regulus' first year at Hogwarts and the year that Sirius began to distance himself from them, they were sure that this was the right time to start over.
They walked through his house, they arrived at the library, they arranged everything in the same way they had arranged for the ritual, everything was much heavier, they moved the furniture, they put a circle of salt, runes, they sat down and took the ointment to put it on the wound and they felt it, the air returned to their lungs with a huge sigh, they both opened their eyes, they had achieved it.