"Giving yourself a different name won't change your situation," Dumbledore said expressionlessly. He examined the two objects in his hands, clearly detecting traces of magic in the Diadem.
Although the Diary also contained magical power, it did not seem to be a Horcrux. Voldemort's soul was not inside it. Instead, it resembled an ordinary Pensieve and no longer posed any danger.
"So this is what you used to come back to life? The Diadem that has been missing for nearly a thousand years... I suppose you turned the other two Founders' relics into Horcruxes as well?"
He straightened up and examined the Diadem, which already bore the marks of age. Repairing it was all but impossible, and he intended to destroy it later. As for the Diary, he had no intention of leaving that with Cyrus either.
"The Aurors will be here soon, and you'll be taken to Azkaban. But rest assured, none of us will kill you. I admit that merely taking your life wouldn't satisfy me. We have other ways to destroy a person."
He waved his wand, bound Cyrus securely, and took away the wand in his hand. Then he picked up the Marauder's Map, glanced at it, and quietly looked up at the sky. The earlier flames had burned the shack to the ground, leaving nothing overhead but moonlight.
Cyrus was no longer capable of resisting, so he simply admired the moonlight alongside Dumbledore. Even that fleeting moment of freedom had been precious to him.
The sky was clear that night, but a large portion of the moon was missing. It was not a full moon. Even if it had been, Cyrus was no Saiyan. He could not turn into a giant ape under a full moon...
*Then again... perhaps that wasn't entirely out of the