For as long as he could remember, Sirius had always wanted more siblings. His parents had explained to him that the only reason they had gotten married was out of duty and that his mother didn't wish to bring more children to the world : after all, unlike many other Pureblood matriarchs, she had given birth to an heir and a spare. That was the first time the young Gryffindor had understood that his mother didn't love him - she tolerated him at best. He was her family and yet, she considered him as a filthy duty.
And how he tried to make her proud of him - but her demands were too much to ask for a young child such as him. He was a free spirit, just like his Uncle Alphard, which Walbruga had deeply resented him for. She didn't have much memories with her brother since she had gotten used to pick up the slack after him - which prompted her to hate him with all his being.
Which then pushed Sirius to consider him his favorite Uncle ever.
He wouldn't lie and say his father was just as bad as her, but Orion Black had gotten complacent in the face of adversity, especially is the enemy was his wife and had somehow inherited strong lungs and colorful language.
From the moment his mother had woken up from her "magical coma" induced by yours truly, he had expected berating and punishing, even some torture curses so he could learn his value as an heir and what would happen if someone crossed their superiors. But she had done nothing to him, which had unsettled him to his core.
Now, it was safe to say that he was feeling jealous since the new arrival had gotten all of Wal...Morgana's attention. She had seen him and somehow, they didn't even exist anymore - which reminded him of the obscure anger and feelings the woman had been able to summon from him earlier. Maybe she had changed or maybe the spell had somehow altered her personality and memories, but she was still as rotten as before and no one would convince him otherwise. He was trying to keep a lid on his magic but he wasn't doing a good job at him from the silent stares he was receiving from each one of his "concerned parents".
Morgana (because he refused to think about that woman as his mother, she didn't have the right after torturing him for years) smiled at him and pointed towards the sofa in the study, convincing him and Regulus to find a seat.
"Now, what I am about to tell you might seem crazy, but...Peter is here, so it seems like I won't be able to hide much from you," she sighed.
Her tale didn't sound real : coming from another dimension, soul travel, being forced by six powerful stones to take over Walburga Black's body, the resurgence of some old bloodlines because of Magic's gift. Nothing seemed plausible, and yet, the woman wearing his wretched mother's face seemed sincere in her proclamation. The thought made it even sour of the young wizard who finally stood up - tired and angered by the day's events. He took his younger brother's hand and glared at the brunette woman, conveying his feelings towards her. It didn't take a genius to understand he didn't want anything to do with her.
"I know you have trouble believing me," she said, looking at him in the eyes. "But if you ever want me...as a mother, I promise you that I'll do my very best."
She seemed sincere - but Sirius had been used to Walburga's tricks and he wouldn't let this impostor do the same.
"You have to leave," he ordered her. He tried not to notice her stricken look of hurt and focused on the task at hand. "If you are not Walburga Black, then leave." At least, he wouldn't have to look at her and remember her previous abuse. Next to him, Regulus gasped - never thinking that his older brother would find the strength to drive their mother out of Grimmauld Place, especially while being so direct.
It was clear that Morgana had been expected some form of rejection, but she never would have thought that Sirius would ask her to leave as soon as she finished recounting how she arrived in this world. At least, she knew it was not out of love for his mother since he completely hated the woman. It might be because he had trouble believing her and her change of heart.
It nonetheless surprised him to see her moving from her chair and look at each one of them, like she was collecting their faces to her memory. The gesture was too foreign on the face he assimilated to his mother - just the thought was enough to make him shiver in his seat. "Peter, you should stay here for a little white. Get to know...your brothers," she said, hesitating on the terminology. "I'll find an apartment for us, alright ? We'll catch up on our lost time," she whispered to him, even though they could hear their interaction. She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and hesitated while looking at both Black brothers, huddled together. Like it had been expecting her to leave, another portal opened and she walked through it, leaving them with wand boxes.
Peter seemed downcast once he saw her leave, which none of them could really understand right now. Aside from Orion who was glaring at the spot where she had just disappeared, with the man she had supposedly conceived another child with while in another Universe. It might seem too far-fetched for other wizards, such as his own offspring, but he was a Black and they had studied the most obscure magic they could get their hands on. It wouldn't be the first time that a soul had transcended through worlds in a body that resembled him in another, but the instances had been few and scarce - and never in an instance where their own world had been recorded as a series. He tried to quench his jealousy - after all, he had never cared where his wife had gone before - but he found it too difficult. Before he could say anything more, he felt one of his wards come to life ; it meant that a document from Gringotts had been deposited in the Family Box. It enabled them to receive artifacts and communicate with the Goblins about trivial matters without needing to go through Diagon Alley. Of course, only the richest and oldest family had access to such a service - the Goblings wouldn't enjoy wasting their time with each one of their costumers, aside from the regular ones.
He looked at his children (the tapestry had deemed Peter his child...could he do the same?) and sighed, thinking about the matter. A missive from Gringotts out of their own accords was never a good thing and it usually gave him more trouble than what it was worth. Opening the chest with his Lord ring, he swore as soon as he saw the name on the folder. Without informing his children about the contents, he told them to get ready. "You're going to enjoy this Sirius, we're visiting Solicitor Potter."
Even though the Black and Potter family had their feuds, no one could lie about the efficiency of a good partnership between them. His own aunt, Dorea, had married Charlus and they had given birth to their Heir much later than any other Pureblood family, and by some stroke of luck, Sirius and James had met each other and had immediately formed a brothership bond. Even though Walburga had been horrified by their relationship and the ramifications within their pureblood circles, Orion had been reassured for his heir's safety. Times were bad and he could be sure that, at least, his eldest would have powerful allies that could shelter him from the ugliness of war.
It didn't take them a long time to get to the Potter Manor, even though the inhabitants were pretty surprised to see them arrive with an unknown teenager and without the "esteemed" Lady Black. Dorea snorted thinking about her niece and the disgrace she had brought to her family ; and to think she had never noticed the sheer power and intelligence within Sirius just because he didn't conform to her own idea of a perfect heir.
Orion didn't lose much time ; Dorea and Charlus were both Potion prodigies and worked in their family company when they had spare time, but the rest of the time, they were powerful and efficient solicitors. If someone could come to his help, it would be them. He tried not to look at his sons while speaking, aware that one of them might not accept his choices. "Walburga, well, she calls herself Morgana now," he said, trying to act aloof. "She wants a divorce and I need you to stop it from happening." Once again, the room was silent.
After all, from the moment he had graduated, Orion had despaired because of his unhappy union. He hadn't chosen his wife - and if he had, she wouldn't have been that human personification of a Dementor. Alas, she had been too enamored with her position as the Lady of a Noble and Ancient House and had worked too hard for this marriage to just let it slip. They had tried everything, and yet, she had refused to separate from him. So they were more than shocked to learn the option had finally been on the table and he was refusing to abide by her decision, one he had always wanted her to have.
Meanwhile, Sirius felt betrayed by the turn of events. He had always been closer to his father, who after all could have been the Black sheep of the Family had he not been more cunning. The only issue with him had been his complacency when his own wife was abusing his children, but they were all aware of the headache she was and never really held it against him. Charlus looked at the teenagers (James was barely understanding what was happening around him, but happy nonetheless that his brother might be saved from his despicable genitor) and finally noticed Peter. Trying to lighten up the atmosphere, he tried to make a joke before noticing the stiff and tense body language from the young man.
"Oh, I see," he smiled. "She discovered an old affair ?," mused the wizard.
He wasn't expecting a surge of power within the room to blast each one of them to a corner - well, none of them had been really. Multiple halos were encompassing them, blue, red, green, yellow and purple were dancing around them, showing them their raw power. Orion, Dorea and Charlus have seen many things throughout their lives and had felt potent magic before, but nothing as raw and as angry as this. The parents finally remembered their children and the danger around them, trying to find their wands in order to protect them before noticing they were already hidden under a barrier.
"STOP," screamed Peter. When the Stones kept on throwing a tantrum, the teenager felt a headache and decided to be more forceful with them. "I said STOP ! You already killed my mother, what else do you want ?"
If the occupants of the room were surprised by his words, they were even more baffled when the surge of energy just...listened to him. The wave of sadness and guilt around them intensified and the halos finally dissipated. They thought they were finally safe before noticing they weren't inside Potter Manor anymore - and that none of them had their magic to help them. Orion and Charlus shared a look, trying to find a solution before panicking.
"Isn't this little Walburga ?," asked Dorea, remembering her young niece when she was still an innocent child. It was heartbreaking to see how far she had changed and how much her own parents had corrupted her with their ideas and delusions of grandeur.
Meanwhile, Sirius, Regulus and James were conflicted. It was one thing to know their parents had been young, it was another to see them with their own eyes, especially when they had learnt to hate Walburga with all of their being.
𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 :
An elegant blonde woman was walking up the mansion stairs, looking frantically for something. "Antonia ! Gregorio !," she shouted. "I do not find your games appealing, your father is awaiting us." She seemed even more frustrated by this turn of events and walked up to a bedroom door - it was messy and they were patches of wet materials everywhere. She walked up to the bathroom and finally screamed when she saw her 8-year-old son trying to drown her 4-year-old daughter.
"You love her more than me Mommy, it's not fair," he cried, trying to explain his actions. "It's because I am not a genius like Daddy and like Toni."
The wizards looked at each other while Peter couldn't stop himself from gasping. They were a lot of speculations about the Stark family, especially when the famous CEO had been younger, but no one had been aware of the existence of a male heir whatsoever. He explained it to the adults and his...brothers (?) but they seemed not to understand. "It's a little bit like your social hierarchy here, but it was defined by money and competence at the time, even though there is and always will be nepotism," he speculated. "My grandfather, well, Howard Stark, was a war-monger and had a huge company, but no one ever heard anything about Gregorio Stark."
"But what does that have to do with Walburga ?," asked Charlus, still spooked by the power of the halos.
"Walburga has been hit with a stray spell," said Orion while looking at Sirius, further amplifying their notice that it was anything but accidental. "She woke up this morning with a misplaced soul, which means Walburga is dead and yet, our marriage is not void nor did she disappear from our enchanted tapestry. For all intent and purposes, Morgana is now my wife. Mine." If they had noticed his new-found possessiveness, no one pointed it out which was a relief since Sirius wasn't sure he could bear to listen to his father's train of thoughts and his change of heart concerning the bitch that was his mother.
Dorea looked at the young Wal...Antonia rather and felt her heart breaking once she noticed the look of pure fright on her face. "She was raised a noble then ?," she asked Peter. "And you're...her son from that world ?" He acquiesced, since he had just noticed the same thing as her and he was focused on the blue orbs he knew so well, unable to even move in order to comfort her. "And she was smart, even at that age ?," she wondered before noticing Peter's face of admiration. She couldn't help but laugh, looking at the brown orbs remembering her own child and was stricken by their resemblance, in particular their hair and constituency. In another world, Peter would have been the perfect mix between James and Sirius.
𝟖 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 :
They were mesmerized by the current scene : they had been living in isolation from the Muggles for so long that they didn't know half of their innovative inventions. Even though the spectacle was completely futuristic, it was worrying to see how far they had gone without them noticing. They could barely understand half the contraptions around the room even though Peter seemed pretty comfortable and even in awe at some of the inventions.
"Be useful and bring me what I need," muttered Howard Stark, pushing his daughter towards his lab.
It was clear that Antonia was proud to be accompanying her father, but hadn't expected his cold and detached behavior. She hurried to bring Howard the material he needed, eager to be of assistance. Even though they were not in a controlled behavior, it was clear that her safety didn't matter much to the patriarch. He finally dropped an object in her expecting hands, not noticing the blisters appearing on her hands. When she whimpered of pain, he looked at her and sighed, looking disappointed.
"What was I expecting ?," he muttered. "You're a girl, good for nothing, little brat," he slapped her, throwing her on the floor and barely noticing her tears. "And to think I locked my son in a mental institute because of you."
Antonia gasped at the mention of her brother and she ran away from the lab, being as silent as possible.
Never had Sirius thought he would have shared something in common with his mother - but watching her live through the same struggles as he did made him stop in his thoughts. Logically, he was aware that he was currently watching Antonia Stark's life and the only one who remotely knew her was Peter, and it would be pretty impossible to ask him about anything since he seemed completely focused on the events. The Black heir noticed his younger brother getting closer to the newly arrived teenager, seeking comfort from him since they both loved the woman, even though they seemed to be completely different.
Maria Stark is in a shooting range with her daughter, both looking grim and tired after the day's events.
"But Mommy, I don't like weapons," muttered Antonia.
Her mother looked at her, feeling sad for her daughter's future, already aware of how much they would break her. "Antonia, I need you to remember something, said the socialite, aware that her words might not mean much to their heir until a few years down the line. "You are a Stark, and Starks are made of iron," recited Maria, like a mantra. "Learn to defend yourself because no one will come to your rescue."
Peter had known that Toni Stark was proficient with weapons - after all, it was rumored she had manufactured her first bomb when she was barely ten years old. It didn't mean that it was any less traumatic to see a mother hand her own child a gun to teach her against the ugliness of the world. He wondered if she would have done the same thing if he had grown up with her; but he could already imagine the constant threats and danger that would have been levied against him.
"What did she give her ?," asked Orion, the quintessential pureblood who didn't know anything about Muggle culture, even less their warfare.
"You might not like the answer," sheepishly answered Peter, not even realizing how much he looked like Toni when she was younger from what they had seen.
Before he could say anything more about the subject, they witnessed Antonia Stark listening to her mother's advice and perfectly hit her targets each time. "Yep," said the teenager while popping his mouth for the emphasis. "They don't use fire and pitchforks anymore...," muttered Peter, aware that he had to find a way for the Black family to be more open-minded and join some ventures within the Muggle World. If not, they would be extinct by the time the technological advancements were done, and from what the books had shown, their house had been completely decimated (which the little brunette promised himself he wouldn't let happen this time around).
𝟏𝟒 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 :
Antonia was dancing and drinking with her friends, not caring about whatever was currently happening around her. She doesn't notice someone putting a pill in her drink and doesn't notice when someones pushes her in a hotel room while being completely drunk and out of their mind. One name on the hotel room : Tiberius Stone.
It didn't take a genius to understand what had happened behind closed doors ; even Regulus had seemed to understand the ramifications of drugging a young drunk woman at a party and taking her home.
𝟏𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 :
The Stark family is currently at a hospital, trying to be discrete and conspicuous. Suddenly, a baby is heard throughout the doors and they finally join the doctors while Antonia is having trouble breathing.
"Please, let me...," she tried to say while looking at Howard. "Just one time...," she begged.
Howard looked at her for five long minutes before taking the child away from her, not even caring about his daughter's screams and cries.
Dorea had seen a lot of parents hurt their children - but from the moment she had started watching Walburga's past life (or Antonia's ? Morgana's ? It was getting confusing for the older woman), she had been surprised by the sheer hatred Howard could have towards his own family. He reminded her so much of the men from her family ; eager to take decisions for witches and their daughters without ever consulting them. She had been lucky enough that Charlus was still a rich pureblood with influence or her family wouldn't have hesitated to blast her from the family tree - and yet, they didn't want to make an enemy out of her husband's entourage, not counting the fact that the Potter heir would have half Black within him, which played in their favor.
Toni gets home alone and sighed, tired by the long day she had picking out a few apartments in California where she could move, away from her parents. She wanted to be as far away from New-York as possible and stay away from the dazzling life in the Apple City. She scrunched up her nose once she opened her door and had to cover her mouth and nose in order not to throw up, especially when she came face to face with Tiberius Stone's body, dead and hanging from the ceiling.
"A little birthday present from my sister," whispered a deep voice behind her. She turned around and saw Gregorio.
This time, Peter seemed close to jump to the rescue, remembering that his mother had almost lost her life when she was a mere child because of her brother's jealousy. But then, they were surprised to watch Antonia jump in Greg's arms, crying her tears out and sharing everything that had happened for the last few months, implying they had been talking in secret for all these years while their parents thought he was locked up in an Institute for troubled youths.
"Isn't this...dangerous ?," asked James, for the first time thinking rationally instead of jumping headfirst in the problem. "He did try to kill her...," he muttered, not even understanding how he could feel worried about a Black that wasn't his mother or Sirius, even less Walburga that he had sworn to hate.
They all watched amused as Orion gritted his teeth while watching his current wife performing dangerous moves while being on the ice and with a complete stranger. It had to be even more difficult since the times had grandly changed and people's habits, since no one would have ever accepted for a woman to be dressed this way, not even at a competition. Peter tried to convince them that it was the standard outfit, but the Black Patriarch didn't lose the dark glint in his eyes.
"And for the 1st place, I call ANTONIA MARIA STARK and JAMES HARRISON RHODES," shouted the jury while the duo came to collect their trophies under people's praise. The young woman looked around, trying to find her parents before finally understanding they hadn't deigned to come watch her.
It takes a few seconds to focus again, but they see her once again in a podium but dressed in garbs and a hat, giving a speech.
"Thank you to Antonia Stark for her kind words and her dedication to her studies," said the dean, looking at his student in pride and awe. "It isn't every day that such a young mind gradutes summa cum laude from MIT."
Peter's eye twitched and he took a deep breath ; for some reason, he had forgotten about her accomplishments once he had met her, focusing instead of the motherly feeling that Toni had given him, instead of the mentor role she had intended to take on at the beginning. "Summa cum laude basically means the highest distinction," clarified the teenager. "She was the brightest mind of our century according to some people." It was clear he was proud of her achievements, especially since he had always intended to follow on the same path as she did. "I will have to check if MIT exists in this world...," he muttered, not noticing Orion's face of unease. He wasn't as prejudiced as others concerning Muggles and their world, but he had been educated by the beliefs that staying away from them was better for their survival and for their traditions.
Antonia is 17 years old, standing in a funeral service for Howard and Maria Stark, looking grim and glaring at her father's grave. Obadiah gives her pills.
Antonia is 18 years old, crying in Peggy Carter's arm while burying Ana Jarvis who perished because of cancer. Obadiah gives her a bottle of scotch.
Six month later, Antonia is there once again, looking grim and cold, looking at Edwin Jarvis' funeral service, noticing a few people who had deigned come. When she's finally alone, she sits on the grass and cries while holding on Edwin's grave, trying to breathe. She feels a hand on her shoulder and turns around, jumping in Rhodes' arms. "I'm all alone now," she said while he was stroking her hair. "I'll always be here," he promised, stroking her dark hair. Obadiah encouraging her to drink and party to numb the pain. She ends up creating J.A.R.V.I.S ; Just A Rather Very Intelligent System.
"Wake up sweetie, Mommy's here," says the dark-haired teenager while seating at her desk. Finally, a voice is heard.
"Primary Directive : Protect Antonia Stark. Antonia Stark ; creator," announced JARVIS. "Nice to meet you Lady Stark."
Toni laughed - surprising herself after spending the last two years in a daze. "Call me Toni or Mom," she advised him, smiling at his accent and the uncanny resemblance with her former butler's voice.
"That won't do Lady Stark," mused the A.I. "No self-respectful A.I would dare." She stayed silent for a few seconds before answering him. "You are the only real A.I dude," she snorted before noticing that her new child was too busy to answer her. "Oh, they grow up so fast."
Dorea looked at the screen, aware of what Antonia might have been feeling at the time. She was one of the last siblings from her generation still alive ; she had been forced to watch her elders succumb to illnesses and sometimes, to their own stupidity. She had never been obtuse or a bigot - but she could easily acknowledge that she wouldn't have thought the Muggles able to create literal replacements for the Killing Curse. What spell could even be used to stop a bullet ? Oh, there was no doubts that Aurors and other Ministry workers were aware of it, but they had never bothered to inform the rest of their Community. Hell, half of their aurors were not even able to cast a Protego strong enough for some jinxes, how could they expect to prevail against modern technology and science?
"She has been properly groomed," muttered Charlus, seeing under the guise of the doting godfather. Sirius and Regulus seemed like they didn't understand what he meant - but from the look on Peter's face, the Lord hadn't been very off the mark in his assumptions.
Orion didn't look pleased by the prospect of the unknown voice - after all, he had been told that if you couldn't see an object's brain, you couldn't trust said objects. "What's an AI ? Or JARVIS for that matter ?," he asked Peter.
He seemed pretty stunned by his question, in particular because he had no idea how he could explain to a magical person the ramification and the difficulty behind such a creation. Especially since that wizard didn't have any knowledge of Muggle creation and innovation which would be at least needed to understand some aspects of JARVIS and AI's in general. "Toni, well, uh...my mum," he said after looking at Sirius and Regulus to check how they would react to this appellation. "She would be better qualified to answer this, but...basically, it's a natural-language user interface computer system that was letter upgraded until it became a complete Artificial Intelligence, which basically means the creation of "humanoid" life by using science." Peter closed his eyes for a few seconds in order to find an analogy that could work before, eureka, he remembered in which world he had ended up exactly. "Gotcha !," he shouted under their surprise gaze. "Hogwarts, it's a castle, but stairs move, there are moving portraits, the Forest is sort of alive...which means that the castle has become sentient throughout times," he explained. "Don't ask me about the future, but yes, the castle is sentient which means it has its own form of intelligence and has a certain knowledge of abilities to defend itself. The difference is that JARVIS' task wasn't to cater to students and make sure they were safe, but it was to access every data around Stark and their companies. Most people thought he was a glorified assistant, but JARVIS was alive, he was speaking, and even feeling things," he explained. Dorea looked interested by the prospects - but a halo decided to make his apparition, a very distinctive halo that hadn't been present before. The Soul Stone.
"Oh dear," he sighed, looking at the current scenes. "Let me guess, you insulted Morgana and my siblings trapped you here to punish you ?," asked the Stone, already aware of what might have happened. "What Peter is trying to say is that for the first time ever, I met someone that was able to create a soul." Even the youngest wizards were aware that such things should be completely different since people and other beings didn't have a proper grasp of the kind of magic at play.
"She created life ?," asked Regulus, participating for the first time in a conversation.
Soul could only acquiesce and let them learn more about the new arrivals in their dimension - meanwhile, he decided to leave them and join Morgana, aware that she would need his help.
Toni Stark: Is it better to be feared or respected? I say, is it too much to ask for both? With that in mind, I humbly present the crown jewel of Stark Industries' Freedom Line. It's the first missile system to incorporate our proprietary repulsor technology. They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how Dad did it. That's how America does it. And it's worked out pretty well so far. Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee you the bad guys won't even want to come out of their caves. [The missiles get launched.] For your consideration, the Jericho. [The missiles explode]
Peter could have told them about the possibility of more weapon demonstration...but he sincerely hadn't expected to be watching something so dangerous in his life. Yes, he knew that Stark Industries had focused in weapons and similar ventures before 2008, but he never would have thought that they were able to...create weapons of mass destruction with the government's permission. No wonder she had come back from another country determined to close down the branch, even though she had been under a lot of scrutiny and backlash at the time.
The adult wizards looked horrified by what they had just witnessed : it was one thing to discover that a single bullet fired from a small contraption that could be bought by any Muggle could end their lives if they weren't careful. It was another to discover that they had the means to completely crumble a mountain in a matter of seconds without using any magical power whatsoever. The worst thing? It was even more efficient, which made it even more worrying for their kind. A single JERICHO launched at their community and most of them would already be dead - no existing Ward could survive such a blast, and even then, not efficiently enough. "Dear Merlin," whispered Orion, for the first time feeling happy that he was the one married to Walburga. He shuddered to think what other wizard families would have done with someone of the same caliber and possessing the same intelligence as Antonia.
Toni is smiling with the soldiers after having been separated with Rhodes and his morose attitude. They were having a good time before they started hearing explosions and screams around them. Jimmy, one of the soldiers, turned back around and he was gunned down too, holes piercing the vehicle. Toni's hearing and senses were dulled a bit as she got herself out of the vehicle, stumbling a bit in the chaos. She got some of her hearing back and ran and dove behind a rock for cover. She pulled out her phone to contact and call for help when a bomb landed next to her. She looked over to see it say: Stark Industries. She tried to get up and get away, but didn't in time. The bomb exploded and made her fly through the air a bit. Toni hit the ground hard, senses dulled again. She felt a pain in her chest and pulled her shirt of out the way as blood started to pool. Later, Antonia is shown kidnapped by an unknown terrorist group and there is a man reciting in Urdu about Toni's kidnapping.
"Oh my god," whispered to Peter, finally understanding what had changed Antonia Stark, playgirl and drunk extraordinaire into Iron Maiden. From the looks of things, the brunette had always hated weapons manufacturing, but she was a woman in a man's job and was completely aware of how difficult her position was. And the blue glow he had admired and loved so dearly...? It had been her first injury.
Iron Maiden was born from the ashes of Antonia Stark - who even then had always been too broken for this life.
He gulped and looked around him, feeling shaken and needing to throw up. "I...I need some air," he said before running outside, trying desperately to forget the desperate image of his biological mother while she had understood she was going to die. It had been so different from their last battle : there, she was resigned and proud of herself. Bow though ? Laying down on the sand of an Afghan desert after having accomplished nothing? Peter thinks it might have been the worst kind of death his mother could've had of all things. The Stones offered him a small respite, opening a doorway to outside, thanks to the Aether's power (who boasted about his ability all the damn time).
Sirius and James didn't need to be instructed by their parents to follow him because they dashed after him, pretty surprised by his speed since he had seemed like a lanky and shy teenager to them. Finally, after all these commotions, Regulus looked at his father, trying to hide his sadness. "Dad, is Mum still my Mum ?," he asked, desperately needing an answer.
"Do you want her to be ?," asked Orion, trying to gauge his youngest son.
Regulus thought for a few seconds before answering his father, hiding his face in his neck. "I want her to be my new Mum, yes."
Orion couldn't help but smile softly at the prospect before grimly remembering the Gringotts letter sent to him concerning his wife's wishes - he just needed to speak to Sirius in order to postpone any talk of separation and divorce until they were sure of their decision. Besides, Morgana looked as radiant as ever - so similar and yet, completely different from Walburga who had shared the same face and body as her. The pureblood wizard sighed before focusing on the events, eager to learn more about the journey (and what Muggles were really capable of once and for all). At least, if he had to disparage the Olde Ways of his house, it would be for the right reasons.