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Bruno catapulted awake. His glowing green eyes lit up the inside of his desolace room. Dream visions were rare but all the more troubling when they came. Tears streamed down his face remembering the tiny child with bright green eyes dressed in rags, dirty and kicked.
Bruno rushed to the pit and vomited. After cleaning himself up, taking a bath to remove the arid scent of nervous sweat and sickness. He packed a bag and walked into the dining room where the rest of his family gathered for breakfast.
“Bruno you are late.” Abuela chastised him.
“Sorry Mama but I had a vision.” Bruno didn’t sit to eat but began grabbing and wrapping food up and putting it in his bag.
Julieta fed him an arepas with a concerned look and a hand on his forehead. “A bad one Hermano?”
“Yes. Very bad. I will be gone for a few days.” Bruno quickly circled the table laying kisses on the heads of each of his nieces and nephew.
“What?! Where are you going?” Abuela stood coming over to grab his arm, fear and worry lining her face.
“I don’t know yet. My vision will guide but I MUST go.” Bruno was firm in a way he rarely was. The last time he was this way Agustin had fallen down a deep ravine and been pinned under a boulder. Luisa’s newly acquired strength and Isabela’s vines had saved him once Bruno and Dolores had led them directly to where his brother-in-law lay dying. One of his wife’s arepas and he was good as new but getting them together for that to happen was the difficult part.
Remembering that Abuela released his arm and hugged him tightly. “You come back to me Brunito.”
“I will Mama.” Bruno turned and received tight hugs from his sisters and their husbands before squaring his shoulders and heading out.
Bruno was strong and fit and limber. His room made that a necessity. Still the climb up and over the mountains was not for the faint of heart. Still he journeyed on a pair of bright green eyes looking to him for salvation his guiding force.
At last he forted the river that he knew from his mother’s stories separated the Encanto from the village where his mother was born. A village that was rather larger than the Encanto. He gathered a few odd glances but less after he washed his face and hands in the public fountain. He kept his ears open wishing for his niece’s gift as he searched the streets.
The sun was going down when he reached the outskirts of the town to find an extremely large man and a tall skinny woman screaming at each other in another language. They stood beside a large dirty building with a brand new sign that declared it was the Grunning’s Drill Company in Espanol. The building was empty.
Beside an impressive amount of luggage sat an enormous child who was kicking a bundle of rags like a football. Bruno instantly knew this was who he was here for. Ignoring the abnormally large child Bruno quickly came forward and picked up the bundle of rags that revealed itself to be a child.
The large man started to yell at him but Bruno quickly tucked the small child under his poncho and hurried away. Neither the huge child nor the huge man noticed the small child was gone as the skinny woman began to scream at the large man again.
Bruno hurried through the town streets now increasingly darker as people closed up shop. No one noticed the bundle under his poncho as his ground eating stride took him through to the other side of the town and then back out into the wilderness from which he had come.
He stopped at the river finally. At the site of his father’s death, at the site of his mother’s miracle. There he paused and brought the tiny child out of his poncho. Just like in his vision bright green eyes looked up at him but they weren’t scared. The child reached a tiny hand up to his face. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Little one. I am your daddy now.”
The child looked confused. Bruno assumed the child probably spoke the same language as the people he’d been with had but that was alright. He would learn. Bruno undressed his new son with the ease of long practice being an uncle. He let the river carry the filthy rags away as he dipped the little boy in the river and washed him gently with the soap made in his village.
Once the child was clean Bruno quickly pulled out one of Camilo’s little outfits that he’d placed in his bag earlier. He had one of Mirabel’s as well, not knowing if he was finding a boy or a girl. He dried the little boy off and dressed him in his new clothes. Finally he pulled out a green poncho from his own childhood that his mother had kept. Pepa and Julieta had dressed their daughters and son in their colors. Bruno would dress his son in the same.
Once the little boy was clean and dressed Bruno lifted the boy up and urged him under his poncho and onto his back. He was well used to carrying small children there and without hesitation started the long trek home. Eventually the screaming people would notice his son was gone and Bruno did not want to be here when that happened.
Three days after he left Bruno returned as the sun was setting. He walked through the Encanto garnering many stares as the townspeople wondered at the tiny child in his arms. The baby’s arms and legs were much too thin and his eyes looked bruised.
Bruno held him tenderly and for one of the first times the townspeople did not assume the worst of the man. No one would ever believe Bruno capable of hurting a child. Gossip flew through the town about a secret love child fathered by the enigmatic Madrigal but by who? Where?
Casita lit up as Bruno returned and tiny Mirabel was the first to the door to greet him followed by the whole family.
“Brunito, thank goodness you have returned.” Abuela hugged him, careful of the tiny child. “Who is this?”
“This is Harry Madrigal. My son.” Bruno told them simply and that was that.
Julieta and Pepa gathered close to greet their new nephew. Pepa cooed over his lightning bolt scar while Julieta quietly gasped barely holding on to her welcoming, comforting smile before she rushed away to the kitchen returning with the arepas leftover from dinner that she tore into smaller pieces to feed to Harry piece by piece until the bruises faded from his face.
Later Felix and Agustin would quietly ask where Harry came from, who had hurt him, where those monsters were now but for now Mirabel and Camilo quietly took Harry’s tiny hands and led him up to the nursery. Isabela, Dolores, and Luisa happily accepted the care of another little primo. Bruno slept in the nursery for months watching over his new son.
When almost a year later at the end of July a new door appeared for Harry no one was surprised exactly even when his gift was talking to snakes and his room was filled to the brim with books and an oddly carved short stick. It made Mirabel’s disappearing door a month later all the more devastating.
Bruno’s vision in answer to Mirabel’s disappointment was simply a picture of her in front of Casita. One way of looking at the vision showed it being whole, but a tilted vision showed it cracked. Bruno destroyed the vision before anyone ever saw it. Burying it in the piles of sand in his room with all the other visions he didn’t like and didn’t want to see.
He lied to Abuela and the others. Told them his gift would not show him a reason why. He fought off the urge to run, to hide. Because Harry needed him. Needed his Daddy and Bruno could not leave little Mirabel to face the pressure alone.
When the cracks first appeared around the casita Harry simply waved his stick, his wand, and fixed them. But there were more and more cracks as time went on. Abuela grew more and more worried. The pressure increased on everyone in the family.
Bruno watched his youngest niece with worried eyes. He knew she was the key, somehow. He refused to believe she was the cause. Mirabel was too sweet, too compassionate, too loving to be the cause of the cracks. Of the strife in the home. As Harry gave some of the townsfolk a gimlet glare as they skirted around his father. Watched Mirabel wilt under Abuela’s judgemental glare as she walked Antonio to his door.
As they gathered for the photo Harry summoned Mirabel into the picture refusing to allow her to be left out. She stood between her primo Harry and her Tio Bruno with one of Antonio’s new birds perched on her shoulder with a sad smile on her face hiding from Abuela’s disappointed glare. Outside Antonio’s room the cracks grew and grew.
Eventually it all had to come out. Mirabel, determined to find the flaw, to fix what was broken. It’s harder to fix the cracks in people than it is in a house. She found Tio Bruno’s broken vision and it all came out at the worst possible time. During Isabela’s engagement dinner which Bruno was actually grateful for. He knew Mariano, despite being a very nice young man, wasn’t right for his sobrina, well not that sobrina anyway. Just like he’d known Felix and Pepa would suit. He’d watched Julieta and Agustin from afar. They didn’t need his help at all.
Bruno tried to give Mirabel an answer but it was clouded and out of order like so many of his visions. Harry and Antonio tried to help but Harry was kept as busy and overwhelmed as Luisa. Bruno was happy when Isabela and Mirabel finally made up but when it all fell apart, when Mirabel finally found the steel in her spine and voice to confront the true issue Bruno could do little but stand with the rest of the family as Mirabel and Abuela argued and yelled and accused. No matter how true it may have been, it was the final straw for Casita.
Afterwards Harry’s are the only powers that still work. Bruno had suspected for years that Harry’s magic didn’t come from the family. Together Bruno and Harry find Abuela and Mirabel on the banks of the river where ten years ago Bruno had washed away Harry Potter and picked up Harry Madrigal. It was fitting that this place of death and rebirth would be the place where the family Madrigal would be reborn again.
When Mirabel placed the new doorknob on Casita and revived the house they all loved, Harry had such a look of understanding. “I get it now Dad. Your vision, the first one, was out of order. The house was already broken. Mirabel was always meant to fix it. It’s her gift. Casita is her Gift. Mirabel doesn’t have a room because she has Casita.”
Mirabel rushed to hug Harry at this conclusion. Upstairs a door did form with Mirabel’s name but it opened to a normal sized room containing her embroidery supplies and an adult bed but it was a normal room with a normal window because Harry was right. The whole of Casita was Mirabel’s. It always has been.
Bruno thought the fact that Mirabel’s door was right next to Abuela’s wasn’t an accident either but he kept that vision to himself.
It was almost a year later during the lead up to Dolores and Mariano’s wedding that the old man came to the village. He was dressed in a flamboyant purple robe with a snow white beard batted about by his knees. A tall pointy hat and half moon spectacles. He walked up to where Harry was using his magic to lay new cobblestones.
“Harry my boy! I finally found you! We’ve been so worried.” The man spoke Espanol with an odd accent. Like the words that came out of his mouth and the words they heard were delayed by a few seconds.
Harry frowned at him.
“I’m sorry Senor but who are you?” Abuela asked, appearing at Harry’s elbow and gently pulling him behind her as she looked over this pale man with suspicion.
“I’m Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witches and Wizardry and I’ve been searching for Harry Potter for a very long time.”
Bruno tucked his son behind him as the Family Madrigal gathered around his son. “I’m afraid you are mistaken, Senor Dumbledore. This is my son. I don’t know who you are looking for but they are not here.”
“Harry Potter was stolen from his family when he was only five years old. Do not lie to me sir. The boy standing behind you is Harry Potter. He is the Boy-Who-Lived. The Savior of the Wizarding World and he must come with me.”
“It is true. My grandson was found beaten and starving in a town near here. Adopted by my son not stolen for you cannot steal that which is not owned, not wanted. He is ours now and he is going nowhere.” Abuela stated.
“Then you leave me no choice.” The man said pulling out a thin stick like Harry’s only for a thin vine to whip up out of the ground and steal the wand as Luisa stepped forward to grasp the man’s frail wrist and hefted the old man onto the back of a waiting donkey.
Vines quickly bound the old man to the donkey’s back and Antonio whispered in the donkey’s ear before the burdened beast took off down the street towards the opening through the mountains at an extremely fast clip. Dolores stood there with an ear cocked listening as the man yelled and groaned as he was carried further and further away.
“Are you alright Harry?” Bruno asked, cupping his son’s cheeks.
“He knew the name those…people used. I’m scared.”
“You don’t need to be scared when you have your family around you.” Mirabel told him.
It was less than a week later when a ragged dog appeared at the outskirts of the village. The poor thing seemed more than half starved and the townsfolk were quick to take it to the Family Madrigal for Antonio and Julieta to take care of.
Antonio immediately knows something isn’t right. He can’t understand this dog. As Harry and Bruno come out of the back to see the commotion the dog shocks everyone by turning into a tall thin man trembling as he rushes Harry and falls into him sobbing.
Luisa pulls the man off of her cousin and Isabela ties him to a kitchen chair. Camilo searches him but doesn’t find a wand on him.
“Who are you? What do you want with Harry?” Abuela askes.
“I will know if you lie.” Dolores tells him seriously.
The man is so weak and nearly delirious that Julieta has to feed him before they can get anything coherent out of him.
“My name is Sirius Black.” The man spoke a slow and heavily accented Espanol but it didn’t have delay like the Dumbledore man had. “I am Harry’s godfather.”
Everyone turned to Harry wondering if he wanted them to continue.
Harry took a deep breath and held his father’s hand tightly. “Tell me everything.”
Sirius looked at Harry like he would die if he looked away. “You look like your mother. We all thought you’d look like your father with Lily’s eyes but your hair is longer and curly and lighter than it was when you were a baby. Your father was my best friend. My cousin but closer than my brother. I was the first one to hold you. James had fainted the first time you cried.”
Sirius’ eyes filled with tears. “We were at war and your parents were targets. You were hidden under a powerful magic charm called the Fidelus. Everyone assumed I held the key and we let them. I ran and led our enemies on a merry chase. No one suspected the true secret keeper was our friend Peter. No one expected him to be a rat to the core. That he would ever bow to the enemy. That he would sell out his friends. By the time I got there the house was destroyed. James lay dead downstairs. Lily in front of your crib. But you were alive and the Dark Lord was nowhere to be seen.”
“The Boy-Who-Lived?” Camilo asked.
“That is what Harry came to be called. Soon after Hagrid a very dear friend, very loyal, very strong came. I gave Harry to him, trusting that Hagrid would take Harry to Hogwarts. The place is a fortress. The safest place in England. After I hunted down Peter I intended to return. To raise you like James and Lily would have wanted. Please Harry, you have to believe me! I thought you were safe. I thought you were taken care of! I would only be a few days at most then I would have returned to you.”
Harry glanced at Dolores but she nodded. Sirius was telling the truth.
“What happened?”
“I found Peter. Cornered him. He shouted on a street full of people that I had betrayed James and Lily…then he cut off his finger, blasted the thirteen people standing behind him, turned into a rat and disappeared into the sewer. I…lost it. I’d lost James and Lily and I couldn’t even make Peter pay for it. All those people dead because I wasn’t fast enough to fire on a man that was once my friend, James’ friend. I just wanted to know why. Why did he betray us?”
Sirius looked haunted as he shook his head from side to side becoming more violent in his movements. “I was stunned from behind. Next thing I know I wake up in Azkaban. In a wizard prison where demons feed on your every happy memory forcing you to relieve your worst over and over. If there was a trial I don’t remember it.”
The Family Madrigal looked very concerned.
“About five years ago during a tour the Minister left me a newspaper. Like fate there on the front page was Peter. He was a rat sitting on the shoulder of a boy your age. A boy in Hogwarts. A boy in Gryffindor surely Peter must be there with you. You were in danger!”
Sirius looked up at Harry again. “I thought you were safe Harry. I thought you were HAPPY. I left you with Hagrid. You should have gone to live with Alice and Frank. To be raised with little Neville like a brother. I didn’t know days after my arrest that Alice and Frank were tortured to insanity. I didn’t know you’d been left with Lily’s magic hating sister. I didn’t know you were missing. All I knew was that Peter was at Hogwarts and that meant you could be in danger.”
Again behind Sirius Dolores listening to his heart beat nodded confirming his story.
“I can turn into a dog. Your dad, James, could turn into a stag. Peter a rat. We should have known then. They only feed you once a week in Azkaban. I was so thin I slipped through the bars as a dog and swam to shore. I quickly found out about you, about Frank and Alice. I thought Peter did it. Peter who’d been free all this time. I thought he’d done something to you. I went to the Weasleys where the boy who owned Peter lived. I snuck in and grabbed him. I tortured him for information. I’m not ashamed of it but he didn’t know anything. He was just as baffled as anyone as to where you could be, only that Dumbledore knew you were alive but not where you were. I killed him and began looking for you.”
The family was shocked. Torture. Murder. Never in their lives had they heard of such extremes. It was Abuela who stepped forward to continue the questions. Abuela who knew the harshness of the outside world. Understood the lengths one might go to to protect your loved ones. “What did you do then?”
“I tried finding Lily’s sister but it wasn’t easy. They weren’t in England anymore. I had a lot of trouble getting across the ocean. They’d shown my picture to everyone trying to capture me again. But I didn’t give up. About a year later the Dark Lord reappeared. The same one that had disappeared the night he attacked James and Lily. Those who believed started fleeing the country. Portkeys came available and I managed to get my hands on one going to America. From there I found the Dursley’s but they knew absolutely nothing. Just that they came to Columbia to set up a new company location, brought Harry reluctantly and lost him after only three days in the country. They never filed a missing person report. They never tried to find him. Nothing. Assumed he’d wandered into the jungle and died which nearly broke me. I ran into the jungle and I looked and looked. Then one day I saw him. Dumbledore. What reason could he have to be here but looking for you. I followed him, found the path through the mountain that had never been there before and I followed it here. I found you. I finally found you.” He looked at Harry a final time before passing out.
“All true?” Harry asked Dolores.
“All true.” Dolores confirmed.
“He strikes me as someone with no reason to lie because he’s got nothing left to live for but you Harry.” Camilo stated having watched the man closely as he spoke. Camilo’s power meant he was very good at picking up on the mannerisms of the people he mimicked. As such he was actually a remarkably good judge of character.
“Thirteen years in what sounds like Hell on Earth for a crime he didn’t commit.” Agustin said.
“Sounds like time served to me.” Felix said. Looking at Abuela and Mirabel to see what they thought.
Mirabel turned to Harry. “Harry. Do you want him to stay?”
Harry squeezed his Dad’s hand looking at his father. “I…think he needs our help. I think he could use a family.”
Abuela nodded. “Julieta heal him him as best you can. He can sleep in the nursery. I’m sure Casita will make sure he causes no mischief when he wakes.”
Casita creaked and clacked it’s agreement.
When Sirius woke up the next morning to Bruno carrying in a tray of food.
“Please tell me that’s coffee.” Sirius begged.
“It is.” Bruno chuckled.
Sirius levered himself upright.
“You’re as thin as my Harry was when I brought him here.”
Sirius reached out and grabbed his wrist. “Please tell me about him.”
Bruno nodded expecting this. He pulled up a chair. “As you may have noticed my family, the Family Madrigal are special. This place, Encanto, was created from my father’s sacrifice and my mother’s grief. A protected sanctuary from the evils of the world. This house spun up from the ground and when my sisters and I turned five years old a golden door appeared for each of us that when we opened them granted each of us a special gift. My sister Pepa can control the weather. My sister Julieta makes food that can heal. And I…I can see the future.”
“That must be a terrible burden.” Sirius said.
Bruno looked at him surprised. “Yes it is. Or it was. But about twelve years ago it led to the greatest blessing of my life. My son. Harry. I don’t often get visions in my dreams but they’re very powerful when I do. I knew instantly what I needed to do.”
“What did you see?”
“A child. Tiny and dirty and hurt. Dressed in rags and looking up at me with the biggest green eyes.”
Sirius noticed that unlike the rest of his dark eyed family Bruno had green eyes himself. Dark jade green. “He was hurt?”
“Yes. So I climbed the impassable mountains and I went down into the town on the other side of the river. I was born there. Before my madre and padre had to flee with me and my sisters. I hadn’t been back there since I was only a few days old. I walked the streets until I saw a very fat man and a very skinny woman yelling at each other while a very fat child kicked at a bundle of rags. I quickly snatched the bundle, tucked him up under my poncho and ran. I brought him back here and he has been my son ever since. When he was five just like all of his cousins but Mirabel he too got a golden door.”
“Harry’s a wizard. He has been since he was born. He did accidental magic when he was less than a year old.” Sirius said proudly.
“Wizard. Not a term we’re familiar with. In this family we call the magic given to us gifts. I knew there was something else about Harry but the family always believed his magic was his gift.”
“So he grew up here. Healthy and happy.”
“Yes. Very much so and very well loved.”
“Then that’s all I could really ask for. All I ever wanted for him.” Sirius looked down at the tray of food he’d gratefully devoured. “Should I leave? I don’t want to ruin this for him.”
“There is no way you could ruin this for him. We love Harry. Harry loves us. Nothing could change that.” Bruno stood up and placed his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “And you are welcome to stay. Harry put it best. You look as if you could use a family.”
Sirius’ eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when Bruno sat on the bed and pulled him into his arms. Harry’s father held Sirius while he cried just like Harry’s first father had so many years ago. Sirius wondered how lucky he could get to find two families. He could only hope nothing happened to this one but he knew he would defend them with his life.
Sirius settles into life with the Madrigals almost too easily. Explaining to Harry his first family’s history. They may not have been the best but Blacks understood family. He taught Harry steadier magic and Julieta and Harry were both fascinated with potions. Sirius taught runes to Mirabel who embroidered them into everyone’s clothing both in the family and the town. Harry’s room seemed capable of producing any book Sirius needed to teach Harry.
He taught Pepa and Felix occlumency helping her control her powers better. He taught Herbology to Isabela. He helped Luisa relax. He played pranks with Camilo. He was always up to run around as a dog with Antonio. He and Agustin bonded over their fierce protection of their family and he and Bruno…well.
In Bruno Sirius found what it felt like he’d always been looking for. The Seer was kind and compassionate and steady. He had a wonderful sense of humor and an unending well of love for his family. A family which included not only Sirius’ godson but now Sirius as well.
Sirius became Sirius Madrigal less than a year after Mariano had become Mariano Madrigal. He was surprised the priest was willing to marry them but the bald man shrugged. “This is Encanto. Stranger things have happened.”
Harry was ecstatic. He always wondered why his father had never married. To Harry Bruno was the best of men. Handsome and kind and Harry was so happy that Sirius saw that and truly appreciated and loved Bruno.
Meanwhile the family continued to grow. Dolores was expecting her first child. She knew almost immediately being able to hear her own child’s heartbeat. With the mountain open they had been getting a few visitors. One man had walked into town, taken one look at Luisa and absolutely fallen head over heels in love. Luisa had actually been a bit shy about the attention. It wasn’t that she’d never had any admirers. She was a gorgeous woman if not as conventionally attractive as her sisters and cousin but before she’d always been too busy to reciprocate. The man had been a little too intense for Luisa until he started reading Greek poetry to her which apparently was Luisa’s secret weakness.
Isabela was single and happy about it spending more of her time with her nose in a book, up in a tree than worrying about boys now that Abuela had significantly backed off on the pressure about great grandchildren.
Into this bliss of love and marriage and children of course this was when Dumbledore reappeared.
Sirius was honestly shocked it had taken so long but strapped to the back of a donkey who had been given instructions to take the old man as far away as possible without a wand the old man had been at quite a disadvantage. While Fawkes had finally responded to his calls having recently had a burning day and needing time to grow, Dumbledore had needed time to recover. He also had a war to fight as the Dark Lord had not been idle while he’d been gone.
Dumbledore kept the news that he had found Harry close to his vest only sharing it with a few Order members. But as things became more difficult the magicals of Wizarding Britain called out for a savior. So taking reinforcements this time Dumbledore returned to Columbia and to Encanto.
Unfortunately for Dumebledore the people of Encanto had long memories. To say Dumbledore and co were unwelcome would be an understatement. The townspeople, usually some of the friendliest on the planet, were silent and glaring.
Dumbledore was surprised he wasn’t met by Harry though the face of the man was familiar.
“Sirius Black.”
“Sirius Madrigal.” The tall man said.
Dumbledore paled when he noticed the wand held loosely in Sirius’ hand.
“Sirius my boy I believe you have my wand.” Dumbledore said.
“Oh this wand? This wand was confiscated from a crazy old man who dared to pull it on Abuela of all people. A completely defenseless muggle woman defending her grandchild. You should be ashamed of yourself Dumbledore. You’re no different from the Dark Lord.”
“How dare you talk to the Headmaster like that?” A tall red head yelled. Ron Weasley brought along because Dumbledore hoped that bringing boys Harry may have been friends with would help convince the young man he was needed back in England. He’d also convince Susan Bones to come along in hopes of tempting him with a lovely young lady, especially one as duty minded as Miss Bones. So far however the girl had complained mightily of the hot Columbian sun on her fair skin. She’d liberally applied sunblock charms to her benefit. Ron had not and was near blisteringly red. Neville Longbottom was…gone. He’d wandered off. He’d done that a lot since arriving in Columbia, the flora of the country calling the Herbology prodigy like a siren song.
“Sirius. Please tell me Harry’s okay?” Remus Lupin looked worn out and nervous to be facing his old friend.
“Harry? Harry Madrigal? Harry’s fine. Healthy and happy and well-loved and not interested in fighting in a war that has nothing to do with him in a country so far away from his home.”
“His home is in England!”
“His home is here in Encanto with his family! With me and his father.”
“His father was James Potter!”
“I have not forgotten that have you? But Bruno Madrigal left his home and rescued a tiny child from being beaten and starved by those monsters you left him with Dumbledore and on that day he became Harry Madrigal.”
“And when did you become Sirius Madrigal?”
“Three months ago when I married Bruno Madrigal.”
“And where are the Amazing Madrigal’s?” Dumbledore asked.
“Around and ready but I know you. I know your tactics and I’m not about to let you subject my sweet innocent son to that. I mean really. A redhead? He’s not James. A Weasley. What could they possibly have in common? They grew up on different continents. Remus?! I was thrown in prison, without a trial I might add, but broke out the second I thought Harry might be in danger from Peter. Where were you? And Hagrid…I trusted you. I trusted you to protect Harry Hagrid but Dumbledore tells you to leave him with abusive muggles and you do so without a single thought? Oh and don’t think Hagrid being here is gonna help you. I’m positive Luisa could take him with both hands tied behind her back.”
“We need help Sirius.”
“Then tell the adult population of Wizarding Britain to stop being such sheep. To stand up and fight for themselves and not wait for some child like Harry to save them.”
“There is a prophecy. Harry is the Savior. He is the Chosen One.”
“And what Seer gave you this vision?” From behind Sirius came a rather short man with messy black curls liberally shot through with gray wearing a green poncho.
“My husband and Harry's father Bruno Madrigal.” Sirius introduced carefully using his own taller form to shield his husband.
“I am a Seer and I have seen no future where Harry leaves with you on some quest to stop a Dark Lord.”
“You are a Seer?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm…” Seeing Dumbledore’s greedy eyes Sirius twitches his wand in a muffalito. “Bruno could you give Dumbledore a vision of how to stop the Dark Lord? Maybe it’ll convince him to leave.”
“But what if Harry is in it?”
“Your last vision showed Harry giving piggyback rides to Luisa’s four year olds. I think he’s safe.”
“Right. Right.”
“If you don’t want to do it-”
“No. You’re right. It could make them leave for good.”
Sirius canceled the spell. “Bruno will read your future Dumbledore. You can ask how to defeat the Dark Lord and Bruno will give you his vision. Then you will leave and never return.”
Dumbledore took several minutes to decide before finally agreeing.
“I don’t want him in Casita. Take them to the clearing outside of town. I will get my things and meet you there.”
“Good idea mi vida.” Sirius smiled at his brave husband.
Sirius led the visitors outside of town revealing Luisa and Pepa standing on either side. An absolute hurricane spun above Pepa’s head. Contained…and ready. Luisa looked like every moment of her life may have led to this moment and she was ready for it.
Sirius hoped neither woman would need to act.
Bruno returned with his sands and prepared his ritual.
“He can do this ondemand?!” Dumbledore asked in amazement.
“One Dumbledore. You get ONE. In fact I want an Unbreakable vow from you right here right now that you and your synphants will never return to Encanto for the purposes of exploiting the Madrigal’s gifts.”
“That’s taking things a bit far don’t you think?”
“No I really don’t.” Sirius said unbending in the defense of his family.
“I’ll be binder.” Susan Bones said, stepping forward.
Only after the Vow was made did Sirius allow Dumbledore to step into Bruno’s circle.
Afterwards Bruno gave the green glass vision to a muttering Dumbledore. “The Horcruxes. Yes of course. It all makes sense now.”
“Wonderful. Now get out.” Sirius helped Bruno up, letting Mirabel and Camilo rush forward to take his husband back to Casita where an anxious Harry waited with Abuela and Julieta.
“Tio Sirius?” Isabela called leading a tall blond man out of the jungle by the hand. “Can I keep this one?”
“Neville?!” Weasley called.
“She makes plants grow! It’s amazing.” Neville sounded absolutely besotted. Ron hadn’t heard him sound like that for anything but an extremely rare and deadly plant.
“Is that Frank and Alice’s boy?” Sirius asked.
“Yeah.” Remus said quietly.
“Neville? You want stay here or you want to go fight a war?” Sirius asked but thought the blond had made his choice as he watched an orchid grow out of Isabela’s hair.
“I’m more of a grower than a fighter.” Neville said.
“Neville my boy you must come home with us. Your Gran will never forgive me for leaving you here.”
“Actually the healers say Gran should move to a warmer climate for her health. Maybe I’ll build us a house here. Close to Isabela…” Neville said her name like a man prayed for Heaven.
Mirabel returned and seeing this marched up and made eye contact with Isabela. The sisters then nodded. “He can stay.” Mirabel said.
“I really must insist-” Dumebledore tried to say but Sirius continued to be a wall.
“That you leave before the Vow kicks in.”
“Neville is not a Madrigal.”
“Yet.”
Isabela blushed. Neville still seemed in too much awe of her to hear them.
The rest of the British Wizards left, leaving Neville behind to perform mad experiments with plants and Isabela.
Harry never left Encanto, a fact he remained quite happy about. Sirius eventually received a letter from Remus that the war in England was over and that Sirius’ name had been cleared but much like Harry he had no intention of ever leaving Encanto or his wonderful husband.
Bruno was never so thankful for his Gift. His gift that he had cursed for so many years that had ultimately led him to his son and allowed him to protect his family.
And they lived happily ever after.