He woke the next morning and used a cleansing charm on himself and his clothes. He went to the empty living room, stood in the doorway, made the floor soft and said "Empty pocketspace." As things flew out of the pocket and expanded to their normal size he moved back, quickly. There were hundreds of devices, pranks, clothes, furniture and appliances. Some of these things were broken or unknown, because he never sorted out what he got from Hogwarts' secret room. Soon enough the room was full, which is when the young man stopped the flow. Hydrus had backed himself into a window, so he climbed out and went back around to the living room.
It took the rest of the week to get everything sorted and in place, thank Merlin for magic. He re-added things to his storage space, banished or repaired broken things and moved everything to its proper room. He was glad that he had planned and had the magical equivalence of kitchen appliances and entertainment centers, which looked non-magical, though futuristic. He wasn't planning on inviting many people over, so it didn't matter. He only stopped to go get groceries after the kitchen was set up. And take care of his needs.
Every night an exhausted immortal fell into his bed. He woke the morning after everything was sorted, and after getting clean and dressed for the day, he ventured into the upstairs study. He went to the desk where a laptop was set up and used his hacking spell to find the current computer language and learn it.
He went to town and looked up where Government offices were, so he could break in and insert himself in the system. He would go that night. Security systems were a joke to get around in this time. The Invisibility Cloak, silencing charms and a good copy of his records and he would be free and clear in the non-magical world.
Now that all of that was done, he needed to plan on getting into Hogwarts, and get the diadem. He pondered if he should try and get it now or wait until winter break. He went over what he knew about the horcruxes and was frustrated that many were out of his reach for now. Since Mrs. Black was still alive, that one was out. Now, that he thought about it he wasn't even sure it was in Grimmauld Place. He never knew when Regulus died. No it has to be there, because it is close to the time Voldemort was vanquished, he reasoned.
He went to check on the ring, using the shock gun to blast the wards to smithereens he found the ring was now free of all magic. So he chucked it over his left shoulder and went back home.
With the necklace and the cup out of his reach and the snake not created yet, he decided to take his chance on the diadem. Using what he hoped to be a Hogsmeade weekend, he made his way to Honeydukes and snuck to the cellar. The tunnel was dark and you could tell it had been a few years since it was last used. Putting on his Cloak and casting silencing charm, he creeped out from behind the statue. He slowly made his way to the Room of Requirements. Pacing in front of the wall, he called up the Room of Hidden Things.
It took him only a short time to find the old crown. He picked up a random piece of junk and held it over the priceless heirloom, and incanted, "Repel aliena anima," moving the soul piece to the broken item. Calling up a ceramic bowl, he dropped some very potent acid on the new horcrux, held his breath and watched it blacken and listened to the screaming of the soul piece as died. Letting out a sigh of relief, he then tucked the diadem in his pocketspace and debated on whether or not to go into the Chamber of Secrets and kill the basilisk. He decided to wait until summer, just in case he was caught. He didn't want his new identity to have any more notoriety than the name Black already carried. He also debated on clearing out the room he stood in, but decided against it. He would send a letter to the Board of Governors, who weren't overly corrupt, yet, and let them decide what to do with this treasure.
He was going to attempt to fix this timeline. So that meant getting rid of a few bad eggs. He just had to figure out how and who. His meditations made him realize that some people could change and some could not. Those like Malfoy, Umbridge, Skeeter and the Lestranges would never change. Those like Snape would behave with the right… motivation. Fudge and the Dursleys were a non-issue at the moment. He needed to get to Diagon Alley and establish himself. Bribes and corruption were the name of the game in politics.
He spent every night looking for the Potters, but they must be behind the Fidelius because he couldn't find hide or hair of them. It was getting frustrating and he cursed his lack of knowledge. He knew with the charm up he would have a difficult time, but he continued the search. He wrote letters to the Order, warning them that Pettigrew was a traitor, those letters went unanswered, though he did receive one from Sirius stating that he'd better quit defaming his friend. He had no idea how the man sent the letter, since he didn't sign his name. So, that avenue was out. Oh well, he'd just keep looking.
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