After the locket's retrieval and Regulus Black's body was secured, Roy asked Dumbledore for a private conversation. The headmaster nodded, understanding the gravity in Roy's tone, and led him into a quiet chamber away from the others.
Once inside, Roy's expression was calm but serious. "Professor," he began, "I've destroyed Tom Riddle's diary, the Slytherin locket, the Ravenclaw tiara, and the Hufflepuff cup. All horcruxes I've found so far are no more."
Dumbledore's eyes widened, the weight of realization settling over him. "All of them…?" he whispered. He paused, then leaned back, shaking his head in awe. "You've done what I've sought for years… and in ways I could not have imagined. You've found the keys I've been chasing for two years. With this knowledge, I now know where to continue my search. Roy… thank you."
Roy simply nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. Dumbledore gave him a final, appreciative glance before departing, leaving Roy alone to collect his thoughts.
Stepping back into the main room of 13 Grimmauld Place, Roy saw Sirius and Narcissa speaking with the previous lords of the Black family, discussing the arrangements for Regulus Black's burial. Roy, as ever, greeted them politely, his presence commanding attention despite his youth.
One of the lords asked curiously, "Roy, how did you first meet Phineas Black?"
Roy's lips quirked into a small grin. He recalled the scene vividly—the portraits of the previous lords, the whispers, and the playful chaos. "Ah, that story…" he began, voice tinged with amusement. "The first time I met Phineas Black and the other lords, I told them that if I ever became the principal of Hogwarts, I would place Phineas's portrait… outside the boys' bathroom."
The room erupted in laughter. Even Sirius and Narcissa doubled over at the audacity, while Phineas's portrait flushed crimson with embarrassment and indignation. Roy stifled a laugh as he continued, teasing lightly, "I must say, I'm quite impressed by your… popularity, Phineas."
The other lords chuckled and leaned in, telling him they were looking forward to his future feats at Hogwarts. Sirius added with a smirk, "When you do this, be sure to call me—I wouldn't miss it for the world."
After the laughter subsided, Roy gently took Narcissa's hand. "Shall we?" he said, his tone polite but firm. Together, they left the room, the chatter of the Black family fading behind them.
And all the while, not a single soul—including his own family—knew Roy possessed a system, quietly and efficiently shaping his destiny behind every calculated move.