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Chapter 49: The Freed Inheritors

Albus sat at his desk, face in hands, tears in beard. The Daily Prophet lay across his desk. It seemed as though under Minster Umbridge's new regime, the newspaper had made a quick and complete recovery, paralleling Miss Skeeter's own revival to what she viewed as real news.

The Quibbler was quickly taken under as an unreliable source of news, putting Luna's father out of work, while eliminating the only media outlet the Order had to share the truth with the public. In short, Umbridge wasn't wasting any time as Minister of Magic.

Dumbledore Unable or Unwilling to Save War Heroes?

by Rita Skeeter

Late last night, I happened to get a floo call from our illustrious new female Minster of Magic, Ms. Umbridge. (Still single, you hear that gentlemen?) It seems that our esteemed St. Mungo's was not up to the task of preventing a fire from wiping out War Heroes Frank and Alice Longbottom from life on this sweet earth.

When asked if their deaths could have been prevented by Albus Dumbledore one of the nurses gave me a very disappointed look. "You know what they say, Dumbledore is more powerful than You-Know-You. Took down Grindelwald with a look, if you know what I mean. He could have easily come here, done some ancient magic, and poof! Cured those war heroes like they deserved."

I then proceeded to ask her what she thought of the rumours that You-Know-Who was back. She snorted at me.

"Poppycock. Harry Potter done got rid of him a loooong time ago. See that? Albus Dumbledore let a baby do his dirty work for him. A baby! If I didn't know better, I'd say he'd wanted the Potters to die. Just as he wanted Frank and Alice to die today."

Is it true, ladies and gentlemen? Is Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard to date since Merlin really responsible for this much pain and destruction? Or was he, perhaps, too busy, incompetently running that ancient building, called Hogwarts where your child is falling behind Beauxbatons?...

Incompetence at Hogwarts: Is Albus Dumbledore Setting YOUR Kid Up for Failure?

Albus stopped reading. Of course Skeeter didn't have a point. Albus was very good at what he did, thank you very much, but perhaps...just maybe, a change was in order.

"Minerva, my dear, thank you very much for coming to see me."

Minerva slowly made her way into the room. She was all patched up according to Poppy, which was saying something, but decided to take it easy until she had to.

"What is it, Albus? You haven't read the Prophet, have you? It's not true, you know."

Albus sighed heavily. "It's been wonderful serving as headmaster. Simply a treat, but I fear I am not what I used to be."

"I don't understand."

"I want you to be the next Headmistress of Hogwarts," Albus said, his ice blue eyes determined. "You are the power and the change we need to see this school through this coming war."

"But Albus!"

"Minerva, I'm not joking. This is very important to me and I...I admit I am looking forward to retirement." He smiled softly. "Will you, Minerva, relieve an old man of his burden? You will be the finest headmistress that Hogwarts has ever seen."

Minerva gave him a warm smile, before rushing up and wrapping her arms around him.

"Thank you, Albus. I will."

.oOo.

One week later.

It was around noon, when the floor began to shake. Minerva set down her teacup. "Albus? Is that you?"

And then the alarms went off.

"I say!" the portraits shouted down the hall. "This never happened when I was headmaster!"

Quickly, Minerva shot off her patronus to Grimmauld Place. It was time.

Within seconds, Order members began spilling in through the fireplaces. The wards would hold, but not forever.

"Where's Minerva?" Albus shouted.

"I'm here! It's just started. They're coming from the forest too!"

Albus looked around himself, making eye contact with Lupin and Hagrid. "You know what to do."

Hasan listened a bit as the headmaster made an enthusiastic war speech, impressed that the man as old and magical as Merlin was not relying on someone as young and inexperienced as himself to solve the day.

Melusine was curled around his neck, hissing at people who looked at her funny.

:Hasan...Hasan there is something I was meaning to tell you...:

"We will be strong! We will conquer Voldemort once and for all!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and was growing by the second. Flitwick entered the main hall followed by an army of house elves armed with automatic meat cutting knives. It was Arthur's idea, as he was fascinated by muggle things. What good was a house elf wielding a spoon anyway?

"Remus Lupin has gone to retrieve the werewolf packs willing to help us and Hagrid has gone to fetch his distant relatives. Professor Flitwick, if you would be so kind to invite the goblins to aid us? I expect the wards will fall in the next fifteen minutes. Prepare yourselves."

With that, the former headmaster of Hogwarts stepped away from the circle, and began making preparations to secure the most valuable things in the school.

"The goblins are coming," Lucius said, turning to Severus. The man just quirked an eyebrow, but Lucius was off running towards the headmaster's office. Goblins, Griphook, Sword. The sword of Godric Gryffindor was surely still in the school. Why not use it? Besides, if it was all going to end today, that meant there was still one more horcrux. Nagini.

.oOo.

Voldemort smiled to himself. Those fools! He could see their ragtag forces of wolves and giants coming from the Forbidden Forest, but they could not stand against his power! His might!

"Bellatrix."

"Yes! My Lord!"

"You have failed to kill the Longbottom boy, but no matter. Bring me Dumbledore's head on a platter and I shall reward you, my sweet."

Bellatrix, ecstatic beyond words, could only cackle. Yes, Hogwarts was his for the taking.

:What is it?: Hasan asked Melusine curiously. :What kind of secret?:

Severus, who was in charge of keeping Hasan alive, looked at him oddly. Was now really the best time to chat with your pet snake? Really, what good could she do in battle but bite a few people nearby?

"Hasan, we need to go to the Great Hall..."

"Wait, she's telling me a secret."

:Go ahead, Melusine. What is it?:

:I'm a shapeshifter.:

:An animagus?:

:Not quite.:

:Like Tonks?:

:No. Let me show you...:

Severus was just about to snap that he didn't care what nonsense his pet snake had to spew when suddenly, his snake glowed white. In the second it took for Severus to blink, a full grown dragon was in the place where the snake just was.

"Fuck." Snape's jaw hung open.

:I will protect you, my darling, at all costs!: Then with all her might, Melusine roared, striking fear into the cowards that attacked the school.

Voldemort even stopped in his gloating walk around the school. What on earth?

Lucius ran into the hall to get Severus and Hasan, sword of Gryffindor in hand.

"What-?"

"No time!" Snape snapped, and grabbed ahold of Hasan as they ran into the Great Hall. The house elves all scattered out of the way. People ooed and ahhed.

"Now that's what I call a dragon," Hagrid smiled, riding on the shoulder of Grawp.

Albus beamed at his army that was growing larger by the minute. Suits of armor followed Minerva into the hall. They didn't have wars like this when Albus was fighting Grindelwald, no sir!

The wards broke with an earsplitting bang, falling from the building like fluttering bits of fire.

"Charge!" Voldemort thought, thrusting his wand in the air. "Morsmordre!" The green jet of light set the dark mark in the air over the school. He watched as Bellatrix shove his own warriors out of the way in her excitement. He would come later. He only had a little boy to kill, after all.

.oOo.

It was utter chaos. Small fights and fires sprung up around the school, but the main battles were fought within the Great Hall. Melusine was outside, blasting the bulk of the Dark Lord's men into ash, but even then, there were just too many.

"I need to get close to the snake," Lucius muttered to Severus.

"A horcrux?"

"Yes."

"You may be waiting for a bit. He seems content to stay outside and watch the show rather than fight."

Lucius sneered. "He always was a coward."

Around them, the goblins tore off wizards' heads, snapping jaws, and breaking necks. The house elves were just as ruthless, turning on their meat cuttings and sprinting through the Dark Lord's ranks. Ouch!

As night fell, the Dark Lord grew impatient. Where was the brat? The hurt from having his soul torn out of Hasan was still fresh in his mind and he was bent on revenge. With a cry of fury, Voldemort heading into the battle.

Minerva was busy dueling three death eaters at once, Molly, Narcissa, and Alice, at her back. The four witch group was singlehandedly covering most of the Great Hall, but even they weren't invincible.

A stunner hit Minerva below the ankle, causing her to topple over. Molly looked down for just a second before she was blasted into the wall.

"Avada Kedavra!" someone shouted, just as Albus roared off a protego.

The force of his magic was so powerful, that the entire left side of the room was knocked to the ground.

"Dumbledore! Bella is here to play! Sorry 'Cissy, no time to speak!"

Albus would have ordinarily let Severus or Lucius handle the deranged witch, but the woman was not to be shaken off of him. Lucius clenched his teeth. He could feel the Dark Lord get closer with every step. He dare not interfere with this battle. He had to lay low before he struck the snake for good.

"You do not have your sisters' grace, I'm afraid," Albus chatted mildly as Bellatrix continued to drive him further towards the wall.

"You think petty insults can stop me? Crucio!"

They danced like that for an eternity, before the hall went quiet. Voldemort had arrived.

Then several things happened at once. Lucius lunged. Nagini's head flew through the air. Griphook snatched the sword with a gleeful cry. Voldemort screamed. And Bellatrix hit Albus with a green flash of lightning.

In Voldemort's shock at having his last horcrux ripped from him, he did not even have time to gloat over Albus' fallen body.

"Where is HE?" Voldemort screeched, picking up Lucius by the throat. "Where is HASAN CASTELL?"

Lucius went white.

"Still fighting children, are we, Riddle?" Severus asked, stepping out from the crowd. He was relatively unhurt, as he was with Hasan most of the time, but he was bleeding from a cut beneath his left eye, which hurt more than it should have.

In the moment that Voldemort was distracted, Flitwick used a slicing spell across Bellatrix's body. He did not even aim for the neck. Her upper body sailed across the room and splattered like a bug on the window panes. Her lower half rolled towards the Dark Lord, who let fall Lucius in surprise. That, and he was weakened from the loss of his horcrux.

"We don't let children fight our wars!" Minerva cried, standing with Flitwick, Severus, and Lucius. "Even Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard to ever live knew that."

Voldemort's face contorted in fury before he smiled maliciously. "Ah, but your precious Dumbledore is dead!"

The Dark Lord advanced on the small band of gathering teachers, not even caring as he stepped right on top of Bellatrix's lower half with a sickening splat of blood and crunch of bones.

"He is DEAD!"

"And now you are too." Hasan, who was able to sneak around the Dark Lord during his monologue, held up the Malfoy dagger Draco had given him long ago and stabbed downward. Slicing through the monster's shoulder blades, down along his spine, and out his back. The dagger was full of something that even the Dark Lord could not understand. Love. And it destroyed him, ate him inside out like maggots.

Pieces of the Dark Lord, like black threads, flew up into the air and dissolved. Then there was a shout of victory as all the Death Eaters promptly fainted...

.oOo.

The aftermath was not as bad as Minerva had feared, but it was bad enough. They had lost several aurors and many good men and women. Luckily, school was out and the only minor there they were aware of was Hasan, who had only come because Severus insisted there was something like a prophecy- or some such nonsense.

Tonks was dead, found while they were clearing the rubble on the stairs. Moody was also dead, defending Tonks supposedly. A few goblins had died, including Griphook. She had heard the goblins were burying the poor goblin like a king since he had reclaimed their honor, the sword of Godric Gryffindor. And a few house elves inevitably fell from the war. Perhaps guiltily, Minerva did not feel any sadness when she learned that Umbridge had been crushed by a giant's foot as she attempted to give one a jail sentence for trespassing...but who was she kidding? Minerva was pretty dang pleased. The position of Minister of Magic was now in the hands of the voters who had to elect either Amelia Bones or Kingsley Shacklebolt. Either way, Minerva was sure the future was a bright one.

And then, Albus...She tended not to dwell on that one.

No one was sure where the dragon had come from, or where it had gone, but Hasan was seen burying a large shoebox outside Grimmauld Place the next day...

As Minerva gazed over her school, her heart swelled with contentment.

Chapter 50: Deepening Shades

Epilogue

He had wild eyes. He had wild hair too. Black and wild like James Potter before him. But he had his father's brain: cunning, swift. And a heart that Lily would be proud of.

Severus took the day off from helping Minerva tend to the little brats at Hogwarts to accompany him to muggle London. Narcissa had wished them lots of fun and even packed a lunch for Severus, much to the man's amusement.

"What are we looking for, again?" Severus asked as he was subject to the whims of his second godson.

"A bookshop!" Hasan told him for the umpteenth time.

"And Flourish and Blott's doesn't work because..."

"They don't sell muggle books, do they?" Hasan asked him. "Honestly, Severus... Ooh! Let's go down here!" He darted forward, leaving Severus in the dust.

"Hasan!" Severus called, "Hasan!"

But the boy was off, running through the streets. Severus shook his head. Just like his father. Inconspicuous indeed.

When he finally caught up with the boy, they were on the edge of the shopping district. An odd look crept onto the boy's face and he shivered.

"Do you know where we are?" Hasan asked him suddenly.

"Not a clue," Severus said, catching his breath.

"We're near the orphanage."

That got Severus' attention. "You were near muggle London that whole time?"

"Of course I was," Hasan sighed. He bit his lip. "Do you mind- I mean, do you want to see? I mean, it's been a while, but I just feel like I need some sort of...closure?"

Hasan shuffled his feet. He sounded silly, but something was compelling him to go forward, no matter what Severus thought.

"Of course, Hasan," Severus acquiesced lightly. "Whatever you want. After all, it is your birthday."

Hasan set off down the road...knowing the way somehow...feeling at home as he approached.

"It's down there," Hasan said, pointing off into the distance. "I see the red mill...see it? On the hill..."

Severus did not see the mill, but even so he nodded. Something felt...off here. How did Hasan even know where to turn? There were no markers, and it had been years, hadn't it?

Severus and Hasan walked along the grass, further and further in towards the hill that Hasan kept insisting was there. And then they were on the hill. And there was no mill. Or orphanage. Or bookshop. Or farm for that matter...

Instead, there was a treasure chest on top of the hill. Hasan approached it, then drew his hand back rapidly as if burnt.

"It-It-"

Severus gasped. It felt like Altair. How?

"Let's open it," Severus suggested. They had defeated a Dark Lord. Could a trunk on a godforsaken hill really harm them?

Hasan took the unhooked latch and opened it slowly. Their jaws hung open.

"Are they...time turners?" Hasan wondered with awe. "I thought they were all smashed? Months ago!"

Severus shook his head and didn't even bother holding in a chuckle. "That bastard..."

For within the treasure chest were millions of little golden time turners, stacks and stacks, in the space manipulated trunk.

"But that means..." Hasan's eyes glowed. "I can have him back-"

"Hasan-"

"I can do it all over again!"

"Hasan-"

"He doesn't need to die!"

"Hasan. You can't!"

The boy stopped midspeech. His eyes filled, misted over.

Severus bent to snatch a little card off the top of the time turners.

Please return these. –Altair

Hasan shivered from something more sacred than cold and hugged himself. Then Severus hugged him too. Later on, he would tell Luna about what he and Severus had found. She would smile and hug him, and peck him on the cheek and would say that she understood. And Hasan would feel whole once again. But for now...

"Let's take these to the Ministry," Hasan said firmly. "It's what he wanted."

.oOo.

Approximately one year later, the Quibbler had released its first research paper, or book rather, after being fully restored with honors by the new Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones.

It was called the Black Blood Book and was hailed as Witch Weekly's choice of the year.

Hasan and Luna visited Godric's Hollow for the first time in their lives on Halloween of that year. He wasn't sure how to feel as he gazed along the tombstones. Dumbledore had been buried in the graveyard too, as his family had lived in the community for centuries. That had been a surprise to Hasan, who had never seen the old headmaster as anything other than a part of Hogwarts. To think he had family and a home here was...extraordinarily odd.

"I brought lilies for your mother today," Luna told him gently. "And roses for your father...and forget-me-nots for your dad."

Hasan turned to look at her, really look. Her large silver eyes so full of love and understanding.

"Look," she said, and gestured towards a small tombstone in the back, behind even Dumbledore's.

Altair Dean Castell-Malfoy

1954-1974, 1993

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

Luna set the small blue flowers on his small, unobtrusive slab of stone, and hummed.

Chapter 43: Loved Crossed AKA The Time Loop

Chapter 42, ROE:

"IT CAN'T BE!" Voldemort screamed, finger pointed at the man shaking violently. "I KILLED YOU!" The pull of so many of his soul shards left Hasan and Voldemort almost paralyzed, but Voldemort was not to be stopped by mere shock. And shock it was for everyone, for Severus and Lucius and Albus Dumbledore, when the man sprinted inhumanely fast towards the veil...

Panic constricted the Dark Lord's heart. No. NONONONONONO!

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he screeched, wand pointed perfectly at his target.

The green beam of light hit the man in the back...the horcruxes flew from his grip...and then he was gone. Just like that. The ghostlike curtains fluttering as the horcruxes disappeared as well.

.oOo.

Previously.

Altair Castell stared at himself in the mirror one last time. Then he set it down. Lucius should have been gone by now, he thought, and so it was time for him to get a move on too.

Walking to one's own death was a very peculiar feeling. He had known it was going to happen. Had seen it even, but...

What choice did he have? Slowly, Altair made his way to his bedchambers and opened his closet. There, behind a false panel, was a pouch. In it, the items he had stowed away, the items of his nightmares. He shakily reached out for the pouch and sat heavily on his bed.

He dumped the contents of it into his shaking palms. There, a tarnished gold ring, and then a brilliantly bright golden hourglass...

"Portus," Altair whispered, touching his wand to the ring. Objects didn't ordinarily have auras, or if they did, they were weak, easily ignored. But now the ring he had just touched pulsed with golden light even as he shoved it in his cloak pocket.

He walked silently to his book shelf and took down the items one by one: an ordinary cup, a heavy stone ring, an intricate locket, and a beautiful diadem. He put these in a separate pocket.

Just before he apparated to the Ministry of Magic, for he could sense with his Magical Sight, if he tried hard enough (which he did because what was strain when it was the very last thing he would do?) the falling of the apparation wards around the Department of Mysteries, he put the time turner around his neck on a long golden chain.

.oOo.

The night was windy. Store shutters that were not properly tethered and locked slammed against the buildings like the beating of a drum. But the drum roll was faint, for he was within the annex, safely ensconced within the dark marble walls. The potions vial clanked against the ring in his pocket.

As he walked onward, the sounds of battle came louder and fiercer, the drum beats of the wind's poor instruments weaker and weaker.

...

.oOo.

Present.

When Voldemort shouted the Avada Kedavra, Altair had to hand it to himself. He was a bloody genius. The time turner activated at that moment, whisking him and only him away to a time long past. The horcruxes continued on their trajectory through the veil though, which was kind of an interesting thing to ponder, if he had any time left to ponder. Would the soul shards simply...die? Were they even considered alive? Or were they...just denatured like a protein, unable to function properly.

Silly muggle science, his brain wandered. He allowed it.

Time zipped by him in a tunnel of bright rainbow light. Maybe it was different for people who couldn't see auras, but to Altair, it was breathtakingly beautiful. His breath was forced from his lungs as the tunnel pushed around his ribs. All too soon, time began to slow. The tunnel faded, and he was dumped, oomph! onto the cold floor of the potion's room.

"Stupefy!"

"Stupef-!"

Altair smirked, patting himself on the back for having such a good memory. And reflexes, mind you. It wasn't every day that he could duel himself.

Altair stood up straight, no longer shaking with fear though his imminent demise was upon him. Staring at him. He looked down at his former self, surveyed the younger's bloodshot eyes and purple under-eye bags, and by Merlin, his skinnier waist!

"Altair, I take it," the elder said, smiling down on the younger now frozen. "You don't have to nod, I know you can't, but please, just take it from me. This isn't a trick."

Merlin! What had he told himself this long ago? What if he messed up the speech and shot a bloody hole through time and space? He couldn't think about that now. It was hard enough to ignore the vibrant auras of this other time period without listening to his own increasing doubts. "If memory serves correctly, we have approximately fifteen minutes before the Dark Lord comes crashing in through that door, wondering what on earth is going on here, but we will be done before that, rest assured. Now, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Altair Castell. I am from the future."

It took a while to get the entire story of his life out in front of him, but he managed to do so- vomit up his history- within five minutes. Such a valuable, rich life, condensed in such a short amount of time. Altair could hardly understand it. Or stand it. It seemed so bloody unfair. He told the past him everything, mostly, about one day seeing a brilliant aura and following it, and knowing what to do with the memories and everything else too. And strategically planting the tiniest of hopes that he would one day see Lucius Malfoy again too. Altair winced as he said that one, knowing it was a lie, or a stretching of the truth at best. Lucius and he would never be what they once were, what this younger version of him just recently had, before reaping Lucius' memories just moments before deciding to snoop in Snape's potions lab.

"I am going to un-stun you now, okay? And I know it is a lot to take in, but believe me, you can do it…I have." Altair's eyes misted over, but he stubbornly blinked to clear them. Time was running out...

Abruptly, Altair turned towards the large painting of a snake in a bathtub hanging opposite the table full of potions. Past Altair looked very puzzled as his future self didn't even bother to look at him after unfreezing him.

"Melusine Pressyne, I know you have been listening," Altair said in a perfectly serious tone to the painting.

Past Altair cocked his head in confusion. "That's a painting, you know..."

"You know my name?" Melusine hissed, slithering to the edge of the frame. "Who are you?"

"I'm a- We're parselmouths?" Past Altair exclaimed, mouth agape.

"No, we're speaking English," Future Altair replied without sparing him a glance.

"Then how-?"

"I'm not really a snake, silly human," Melusine hissed. "What is it you want from me, Altair of the Future? I can sense your question."

Altair bowed his head. "I have a proposition for you. I have heard that you have acquired Merlin's tears from a travelling merchant."

"You have heard correctly, but what is in it for me?"

"I will free you from your confines."

Past Altair was attempting to pick his jaw up from the floor. Melusine flushed in pleasure. This was getting interesting.

"Agreed."

"Why do we- I need those?" Past Altair asked as his future self shoved an envelope into his hands.

"Hold your questions and applause till the end please," Future Altair said, getting worried now. They had four minutes left. "Now strip."

"-What?"

"Quickly!"

Meanwhile, Future Altair was applying some heavy duty mind magic to the picture frame. His memory really was blurry. How had he freed that blasted snake again? Nonverbally he was sure...Oh Salazar, three minutes! He pushed his magic out with all his might and hoped Wish Magic would do the rest. Damndamndamndamndamn!

"Now get into my clothes!" Future Altair ordered, pleased to note that the snake was slithering down the wall from her frame. Oh, thank Merlin that worked out.

As Future Altair finished pulling up his Past's pants (It took some effort. Had he really gained that much weight?), he began sweeping potions off the table left and right.

"What are you-?"

"NO TIME!" Future Altair shouted, throwing the potion's vial in his own pocket to his younger self. "Drink this. See Severus in a month. Oh, and here's a portkey. Make yourself a nice little home wherever you land. Instructions for Gringott's are in the letter!"

Then, he slashed his wand over the snake and his younger self both, shoving them into the corner and disillusioning them so that they appeared to be invisible.

The angry red aura was getting nearer. Suffocating him with its wasplike magic, always attacking, always darkening. Then the scarlet aura was before him, almost blotting out the image of the very real person it emanated from.

"Altair Castell..." the Dark Lord hissed, once-handsome face obscured and marred by a flattened nose, slit red eyes, and ashy white skin. Voldemort took one look at the desecrated potions table, full of Severus' latest experiments, and saw red. Literally.

"Avada Kedavra!"

This time, when Altair heard the curse, he did not smile to himself. He did not congratulate himself on a job well done or pull a miraculous escape with a time turner. Instead, his pale blue eyes darted to where his younger self hid, shivering, if he remembered correctly, and whispered the word to activate his younger self's portkey.

"Hasan."

A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks for 1124 reviews! You guys warm my heart!

For those of you who were wondering what happened with Altair Castell, here it is. I tried to leave hints along the way, but I hope I was clever enough to keep some of you still guessing.

So just in case there was any confusion with what the hell happened to Altair, here is the condensed version:

Altair made a portkey before he went to the Department of Mysteries.

As he runs towards the veil, he turns the Time-Turner so it appears that he ran through the veil, but really only the horcruxes did.

He goes back in time to give the portkey to the past him. He informs the Past Altair that he will meet a boy named Hasan in the future and he is the most precious thing to him. He explains about the memory ritual and everything.

He, Future Altair, then turns to the painting of Melusine and makes a deal. He will free her from her painting if she gives him the vials of Merlin tears she had not used up in a potion previously used to turn her into a snake. She agrees.

Then Future Altair tells Past Altair that he will need to get Severus to make him a potion to mute the problems caused by drinking this (hands him the potion that causes him to see auras), promptly smashes all the potions on the table (sorry Sev) and tells Past Altair to activate the portkey.

Past portkeys away with instructions to screw up the Malfoy vaults and then the Future gets hit by Voldemort's Avada Kedavra.