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This is a twist on some of the generic Harry Potter inheritance stories. I hope you all like. Please leave a review to let me know what you think and if I should post the next chapter.

Harry tossed and turned in his lumpy bed trying desperately to clear his mind and fall asleep. He'd been trying to do this for hours with no luck; he especially found it difficult if he rolled too far to the right of the bed as he would get stabbed by a protruding old spring. Eventually Harry groaned in defeat and sat up moving to the edge of his bed.

He knew why he couldn't get to sleep; images of Sirius during the good and bad times seemed to swarm around his mind like bees, preventing him of thinking about anything else. While Harry knew he needed sleep those memories of Sirius struck a chord with him, they were some of the rare times in his life when he actually felt as if he had a family, that someone loved him. Now because of his actions he would never see Sirius again, those memories were all he had left.

After a rather gruelling fifth year at Hogwarts, he had reluctantly returned to the Dursley's. Hermione and Ron had spoken about him joining them for the holidays but he used Dumbledore and the blood wards as an excuse to catch up with them when school returned. As much as he didn't want to be with his magic-fearing relatives, it seemed to be the lesser of two evils at the moment. During the train ride home he had enormous trouble even looking at his friends in the eye, as far as Harry was concerned he had failed all of them. Many of them were injured, in fact several of them almost died because Voldemort had fooled him. They told him numerous times that they didn't hold him accountable and it wasn't his fault, but Harry knew better. Besides, being trapped at the Dursley's allowed him time to grieve in private for Sirius, which the Dursleys without realising it, provided him. Harry was certain that if he visited the Weasley family now they wouldn't leave him alone for a moment, while their heart would be in the right place, it'd be the last thing Harry needed.

Giving up on sleep for the moment Harry made his way over to his trunk and began to rummage through it until he found a small green vial. Hermione had kindly brewed some dreamless sleep potion to help Harry sleep after they returned from the Ministry; she even ensured that she brewed enough that he would have some during the holidays knowing what would continue to plague him. Harry quickly downed the rest of the sickening green vial before returning to the edge of his bed, waiting for the potion to kick in so he could finally rest.

Harry laid back on the bed and stared at the clock on his bedside table as his vision slowly blurred - the first sign that the potion was taking effect. He could make out the glowing green light from Dudley's eleventh birthday present as it flashed 11:59pm. In less than a minute he would be sixteen and would be alone again for another birthday.

Quickly the light from the clock morphed showing that it was now midnight, the first few seconds of Harry's sixteenth year had begun. Suddenly a strange feeling began bubbling up in his chest, Harry just assumed that it was just a side effect of the potion and tried to block it out. Unfortunately the feeling evolved into a sharp pain that erupted from his chest, his vision becoming clearer and the comforting feeling of sleep evaporated from him instantly. The sharp pain radiated around his body before intensifying causing him to jerk and spasm on his bed violently. Harry screamed as he felt something race through his skin leaving a burning trail in its wake, his bones crack and from what felt like his heart being squeezed so tightly he was afraid it would burst. After what felt like hours of torment Harry's vision clouded again as he passed out from the level of pain.

Harry awoke the next morning feeling very stiff, he slowly sat up and rubbed his head as if trying to wipe away his headache with his hand. Slowly it all came back to him, he had no idea what happened but whatever it was he was just happy it was over.

A sudden screech from his window dragged his attention to his snowy owl as she swooped in, returning after a night's hunt. Harry was just glad that he couldn't see any rats or even rat parts with his friend; last time she went out hunting she brought back a dead rat, dropping it victoriously on Harry's bed and waited for praise. Harry had just stroked her wing comforting before asking her to dispose of it, after all he would have to wash his sheets several times to rid them of the dead rat smell.

"H-hey Hedwig." Harry croaked as he attempted to greet his owl as warmly as he could.

Struggling to get off his bed Harry made his way over to his small wooden desk in the corner and removed an owl treat from the top draw and gave it to his friend. Hedwig took the treat and nipped his finger in thanks as she flew back out the window, soaring high over the muggle houses below. Below his window sill was a collection of different coloured letters. Smirking Harry moved over and gathered up his mail off of the Dursleys pale green carpet. He knew that he would need to deal with what happened last night but for right now; he wanted to enjoy what would be the best part of his birthday.

After inspecting his presents he saw the familiar scrawls of Ron and Hagrid as well as the neat and almost refined writing of Hermione and Remus. Although what really confused him was the two letters from Gringotts and The Ministry of Magic respectively. In the past any mail he had received from the Ministry had always been bad, to the extent where they attempted to expel him from Hogwarts and snap his wand. Gritting his teeth Harry ripped open the sickly yellow envelope and pulled out the parchment.

Dear Mr Harry Potter,

Congratulations on the completion of your OWL exams. Below are your results for each subject. Your teachers should have already explained what results you require if you wish to further your education in their subject, so please use this time to plan your next year.

Pass Marks

O – Outstanding
E – Exceeds Expectations
A – Acceptable

Fail Marks

P – Poor
D – Dreadful
T – Troll

Defence Against the Dark Arts - O
Potions - E
Charms - O
Herbology - E
Transfiguration - E
Astronomy - A
Care of Magical Creatures - O
Divination - P
History of Magic – A

Congratulations again on your results Mr Potter,

Yours Sincerely,

Miranda Vexmore, Wizarding Examinations Authority.

Harry couldn't help but smile, he achieved some great results in almost every subject - after all he couldn't care less about Divination, Astronomy and History. At least now he could drop them if he wanted. As he placed his exam results down he felt his curiosity overwhelm him as he stared at the final letter.

Dear Mr Potter,

We are writing to inform you that as you have reached your sixteenth year, you are required to undergo your inheritance as Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. You will also be required for the reading of the last will and testament of Lord Sirius Orion Black III. We would also like to discuss your parents' wishes according to their last will and testament.

You are required at Gringotts Bank at your earliest convenience. So that you may conclude your business with us we have provided you with a portkey – this letter. Simply tap the letter with your wand to activate the enchantment, as you are underage this is the safest and quickest way.

Sincerely,

Master Goblin Trakhi, Gringotts Bank

Harry glanced back to check the time and noticed it was almost seven. Without hesitating Harry jumped up and started getting ready for his shower. At eight every morning like clockwork he was woken roughly by his Aunt to make the family breakfast before he began his chores. Harry couldn't help but grin at the thought that for once he might actually have a decent birthday, and if he couldn't spend it with his friends then at least he'd be far away from the Dursleys.

Within thirty minutes Harry had completely gotten himself ready. He had decided to wear his one set of casual wizarding robes, he had learnt the hard way over the years that good impressions go far with the goblins and wearing muggle clothes to a meeting may not be a great idea. After making sure that he had everything he would need and that he had hid anything important away from prying Dursley eyes, he retrieved the Gringotts letter he had placed on his bed. Harry quickly pulled out his wand and gently tapped it. Almost instantly Harry felt the all too familiar feeling as an invisible hook attached itself near his navel and he vanished from his relative's home.

Harry groaned heavily as he was thrown onto a hard surface, upon getting up he realised it was the cobbled street of Diagon Alley, directly in front of the white stone steps of Gringotts. Harry rose from the ground and half-heartedly dusted himself off as he approached the bank. Standing guard on both sides of the entrance were two fat goblins each wearing a black dragon-hide uniform with the Gringotts crest on their chest. Harry noticed the way that their empty and judgemental eyes took in each person who approached as if assessing them as a possible threat. Harry politely acknowledged each goblin whilst trying to ignore their stares. Harry made his way inside the enormous bank, letting his eyes roam the elegant chamber for a free teller. Upon seeing a free goblin sitting in the far corner, scribbling frantically with a long white quill Harry headed over in his direction. As he got closer to his target, Harry watched the other goblins as they carefully balanced rubies, gems even what appeared to be diamonds and couldn't help but be impressed at the seer amount of wealth and trust that was given to the goblins.

Upon reaching the tellers mahogany desk he confidently cleared his throat trying to get the Gringotts employee's attention.

"Good morning." The hook-nosed goblin said looking extremely irritated at being interrupted.

"Err...Good morning. My name is Harry Potter and I was asked to meet with a Trakhi." Harry nervously informed the goblin as his beady little eyes glared into him. The confidence he felt before had easily vanished at the loathing look he was being subjected too.

"I will assume you are referring to Master Trakhi, Mr Potter." The teller sneered causing Harry to bite his tongue before he said something else inappropriate. Hagrid had once told Harry on his first visit into the wizarding world that you'd have to be mad to offend a goblin.

"Follow me." He ordered as he swung around and removed himself from behind his desk.

Without waiting to check if Harry was following the goblin walked down a small passage way to his left that Harry hadn't noticed before. They stopped at a small door as the goblin knocked upon the dark wood. Immediately the door opened granting them access to what appeared to be an office. Harry guessed it was an office only because of the two high backed chairs that sat on either side of a large rosewood desk, otherwise the office was entirely empty. Sitting at the desk was an old looking goblin with a small sharp nose wearing a formal looking black suite with the Gringotts crest on the right side.

"Sorry to disturb you Master Trakhi however Mr Harry Potter is here for his inheritance meeting." His guide barked stiffly, bowing so low that his nose would have touched the polished floor before exiting quickly pulling the door closed firmly behind him.

"Ah, greetings Mr Potter, my name is Master Goblin Trakhi and I appreciate your quick response to our letter." The old goblin rasped out.

Harry was looking anywhere else in the room besides the Gringotts goblin, whose stare was making him uncomfortable. Harry likened it to Dumbledore's soul searching stare except where his was warm and gentle the goblins was forceful and unyielding.

"Of course, I was glad to come. Although I must admit Master Trakhi I'm unaware of any inheritances I have." Harry responded daring a quick glance at Trakhi's small black eyes.

"In that case Mr Potter, we have a lot to get through with you today so we need to begin. First I must check your true identity."

"M-my identity?" Harry stammered confused.

"Certainly. We will be talking about extremely sensitive information and therefore I need to determine that you are Harry James Potter and not someone posing though potion or spell." Trakhi explained in a droll.

Harry couldn't help but wonder how he was going to check that, after all some of the magic he'd heard of goblins using in History of Magic was dangerous and powerful. Realising he didn't really have a choice and it was doubtful that they'd harm him; he gave Trakhi a firm nod. Instantly Trakhi clicked his long fingers and a small silver dagger and ornate looking mirror appeared on the desk in front of him.

"Please pick up the dagger and puncture your finger, once you've started to bleed write your first and last name upon the mirrors surface."

Harry slowly picked up the dagger and pressed it firmly against his right index finger, once his blood began to seep out he quickly wrote his name on the glass. Once he was done he put his dagger down and looked back at his finger to find it had already healed fully. Harry's attention was swiftly brought back to the mirror as his blood slowly began to soak into it. He couldn't help but watch as the blood swirled within the hidden depths of the goblin mirror like a leaf in the wind. Then before his eyes his blood turned white and then faded to nothing. With another snap of his fingers the mirror and dagger vanished.

"Very good Mr Potter, now we shall begin. First we will need to discuss Lord Black's will." Trakhi stated plainly as he stared at Harry as if he was waiting for response from the teen. Harry quickly nodded his head towards the elderly goblin.

Even though Harry knew one of the main reasons he was asked to come was about his godfather it still filled him with pain and sadness. Sirius was dead because he fell for Voldemort's plan and now talking about his last wishes all those suppressed feelings were bubbling up looking to escape. With a sigh Harry tried to focus on Trakhi and push those incapacitating feelings back down.

"Excuse me Master Trakhi however I have a quick question. In your letter and just now you've mentioned Sirius as Lord Black, what do you mean? Harry asked politely remembering his earlier blunder. Harry had heard over his years at Hogwarts about the wizarding world having Lords of powerful families however he never really focused much on it let alone believe that Sirius was one of them.

"Your godfather was Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, Mr Potter. I'm assuming that your legal and magical guardians never explained any of this to you?"

Harry just shook his head causing Trakhi to mutter softly to himself, Harry could hear 'incompetence' and 'wizarding stupidity' as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Mr Potter, I will be brief and only focus on the important parts that will impact this meeting. There are approximately twenty eight active noble families left and each obviously has a lordship. These families have long and complex histories that stretch back to the middle ages. The Lord of a family is responsible for each member of their family and therefore acts as an authority figure in their house. To remain in your family means that you are protected by your Lord and your family's magic however break your family's beliefs and you can be disowned."

"What do you mean beliefs?" Harry asked.

"Enough Mr Potter, as I said earlier we have much to get through and I'd rather not waste it on history lessons." Trakhi complained. Seeing the tension on his face Harry reluctantly agreed. He had always felt a bit out of step not growing up in the wizarding world and not knowing some topics that came easily to other students. He lightly folded his arms across his chest and controlled his frustration by promising himself that he'd visit Flourish and Blots after the meeting to try and figure more out.

"Good" Trakhi huffed. "The official reading of his will is tomorrow morning at 9am with the usual family members in attendance. However to completely honour Lord Sirius Black wishes, we require you to be informed of certain facts now." He opened his desk draw and pulled out a large yellowed parchment. "To Mr Harry James Potter, I leave my personal vault – 722 and everything contained within. I also award you legal guardianship over your godson Mr Mason Sirius Black." Trakhi read monotone.

Harry froze in his seat at the sudden and unexpected news that had just been dumped upon him. Not only had Sirius never mentioned a son he also failed to mention that he was a godfather to anyone.

"G-g-gods-son? I'm afraid I do n-not understand Master Trakhi." Harry stuttered looking at the goblin bewildered. With a sly smirk the goblin removed a folder from his desk and threw it onto the table.

"Here is the information we have on Mr Mason Black. He was born to Lord Sirius Black and muggle Miss Claire Rebecca Anderson in which immediately upon his birth you were named his godfather. He is currently residing just outside of London." Trakhi answered dryly.

Flipping through the folder Harry couldn't believe it; it hadn't contained much other than Mason Black's birth certificate – where Harry was marked as godfather, the death certificate of Miss Claire Anderson and Sirius as well as a picture of the two of them holding a small baby in between them. The cheshire cat grin that was planted on Sirius's face, made Harry smirk back at the still picture. The only time Harry had seen Sirius smile that freely and openly was when he looked at old pictures of Sirius's, Remus's and his parents years at Hogwarts.

"Mr Potter shall we continue?" Trakhi snapped causing Harry to jerk up from the picture. Trakhi had apparently been sick of waiting for his attention.

"Sorry Master Trakhi, yes of course please continue." Harry said fighting the blush that was waiting to take over his face.

"Good." He replied nodding his head firmly. "Vault 722 has been moved into your name already and within the vault are twenty one books on varying topics, four family portraits, two heirlooms and 22,154 galleons. Now the last thing Lord Black left you was guardianship of Mr Mason Black. More details will be given tomorrow however your first business is to collect him for the reading of his fathers will. The details of his location should be in the folder I have provided you."

"Sorry but I have a quick question Master Trakhi." Harry interrupted the stern looking Gringotts goblin reluctantly as he was still desperate for answers. "I was under the impression that legal age in the wizarding world was seventeen – I've only just turned sixteen. I wouldn't have thought it legal that I could become anyone guardian yet."

Harry had expected the older looking goblin in front of him to erupt furiously or lecture him about interrupting him and slowing them down. Instead the goblin smiled sheepishly, the odd expression on Trakhi's face sent a shiver down Harry's spine.

"Actually Mr Potter you are correct. Under the law you are too young to take guardianship over anyone; if it wasn't for your parents will Mr Mason Black would be staying where he is." Trakhi smugly answered.

"Oh right…" Harry muttered unsure what his parent's will had to do with him looking after a fellow minor.

"Yes it is in your fathers will were your question is answered." The goblin began as he took out another yellowed parchment from the draw and cleared his throat. "I, Lord James Potter do hereby leave all the Potter property and vaults to my wife, Lady Lilly Potter. In the event that we have both passed on I leave them to our son – Harry James Potter. It is our wish that Harry Potter become emancipated as of his sixteenth birthday and take up the role as Lord Potter in my place…" Trakhi trailed off as he had clearly gotten his point across to Harry.

"Lord?" Harry croaked, sounding more like the aged goblin in front of him rather than himself.

"Yes of course Mr Potter. You would have been aware of this eventuality earlier however we were informed by your magical guardian that you were not to be interrupted. It is not uncommon when the last of a line turns sixteen, for someone needs to continue the family businesses. In the past families with no Lord tend to die out faster especially when members are forced to marry into other families, which is obviously bad for business."

"Sirius wouldn't have tried to keep this from me." Harry exclaimed shocked at the news Sirius would keep something like that from him. After their misunderstanding in Harry's third year where Harry thought Sirius was there to kill him was cleared up, they both swore never to keep things from the other again.

"I was not referring to Lord Sirius Black" Trakhi spat irritated, rolling his beady eyes. "Sirius Black was unable to take up his role of guardian to you while he was thought of as a murderer and on the run from your Ministry of Magic. While he was…unable to take the position, it went to Mr Albus Dumbledore."

Harry grasped the sides of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.

'Great - another situation in which Dumbledore had kept a secret from him.' Harry bitterly said to himself.

"Sorry Trakhi please continue." Harry insisted grinding his teeth in fury. Trakhi still looked slightly affronted however after he neatly straightened the wills on his desk he returned his now professional gaze back towards Harry.

"Well, as you are the last of the Potter line and your father said in his will that you are to take the Lordship of the Potter line as quickly as possible – once the ritual is completed you will become Lord Harry James Potter and a legal adult in the wizarding world."

Harry felt his head begin to swim with all the information that was being given to him so quickly. He knew nothing about his father being a Lord, or even anything to do with it and the wizarding world. Harry would have to check in with Hermione as soon as possible.

"Would you like to take up the position of Lord Potter?" Trakhi inquired

"Yes, I will." Harry answered as calmly as possible holding his head high. This is what his father wanted so there was no chance Harry was going to decline it.

"Excellent Mr Potter. I took the liberty of removing this from the Potter family vault where it was placed after your fathers passing – waiting for this day." Trakhi remarked as he placed a small dark blue box in the centre of his desk.

Harry reached out and opened the small square box. Inside was an ornate ring with a crest on top of it, from what Harry could see it was a large phoenix in the middle of a shield with its wings spread out. Harry gently removed the ring from the box and looked questioningly at Trakhi who nodded for him to continue. He gave himself a mental shrug and placed the ring on his finger. From the moment the ring fell into place on his hand, he felt something run up his arm before covering his body. It was similar to what he could remember happening the previous night, except this was softer almost welcoming. After a minute the feeling faded away to nothing, leaving Harry breathing heavily as though he'd just played Quidditch for several hours. He must have held his breath when he put the ring on and hadn't realised it.

"Congratulations Lord Potter." Trakhi grinned at the young lord in front of him.

"What was that I felt when I put the ring on?" Harry asked hoping to get answers about last night as well.

"That Lord Potter was your family magic, for if anyone who wasn't a Potter tried to put the ring on or claim your families magic as their own, the consequences would have been…severe." The sickening grin that slide onto this face at the word severe caused Harry's stomach to drop slightly.

"So it's safe to assume that what I went through last night was something similar?" Harry asked

"Yes at sixteen, wizards and witches receive their magical inheritance which normally consists of just a power increase. Although there would be some who would receive more - such as special abilities."

Harry just nodded in understanding as he lightly played with the ring on his hand. It felt warm and almost safe to him, he just put it down to the family magic or either a very long day was starting to play tricks on his mind.

"Now that you have become Lord Potter, you have access to all your families' vaults and properties that has been cared for by the Potter accountant. Speaking of which, you will need a Gringotts goblin to fill your need as account manager, Master Gornuk is currently looking after everything in your absence. If you like he can remain or a different goblin can be assigned to replace him or even if you prefer you may suggest one that you're comfortable with."

"I will trust your judgement in this matter." Harry formally informed him causing the elderly looking goblin's eyes to widen slightly.

"Very well, Master Gornuk will continue to look after the Potter accounts. He is very experienced and will suit your purposes well. "

"I've collected a list of your family's accounts with us for you to review at your convenience." Trakhi said as he handed Harry two pieces of parchment. The first one had a crest at the top of a large blue phoenix with its majestic wings wide and with the letter 'P' in the middle of it.

Ancient and Noble House of Potter

Head of Potter Family

Lord Harry James Potter

Heir of Succession

Vault Details

Potter Family Vault Number 44 – 11,122,821 galleons

Harry Potter Personal Vault 687 – 4,033 galleons

Property Details

72 Bronx Road Aspley – Potter Manor
11 Wentworth Lane, London – Potter Estate
4 Godric's Hollow – Potter Cottage – Destroyed

Family

Harry James Potter – Head of the Ancient & Noble House of Potter.

Harry folded the Potter account details up and placed them in his robe pocket before opening the second one. It was very similar to the Potter one except that the Black crest covered the top of the document. There were three large black ravens on the bottom of the crest with a wand held menacingly above them.

House of Black

Head of Black Family

Lord Harry James Potter

Heir of Succession

Mr Mason Sirius Black

Vault Details

Black Family Vault Number 56 - 8,145,121 galleons.

- Weekly allowance to Draco Lucius Malfoy 3,000 galleons

- Weekly allowance to Bellatrix Lestrange 3,000 galleons

- Weekly allowance to Narcissa Malfoy 3,000 galleons

Mr Mason Black Vault Number 987 – 5,142 galleons.

Property Details

12 Grimmauld Place, London - Ancestral Home of Black Family.
66 Weston Road - Black Manor

Current Family

Harry Potter – Regent of the Ancient and Noble House of Black
Mason Black – Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Black
Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black
Narcissa Malfoy nee Black
Andromeda Tonks nee Black - Disowned
Nymphadora Tonks – Disowned
Draco Malfoy

Beings

House Elf - Kreacher – Ancestral Home of Black Family.
House Elf – Dipsy – Black Manor

Harry read the document again ensuring what he read was accurate. He wasn't sure what Sirius was thinking paying two deatheaters and a potential one.

"Just out of curiosity as temporary head of the Black family I am able to alter anything I wish?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Of course you can Lord Potter. Once you place the Black ring on your hand, you have complete control of everything – assuming you survive of course. Although I should mention that Black Manor was recently taken over by the Malfoy family. According to the Black accountant they believe that with Lord Black gone they get everything." Trakhi snipped, his eye twitching slightly.

"Err…what do you mean survive?" Harry questioned failing to keep his irritation from his voice.

"Well while you were chosen as Sirius Blacks successor to the family that doesn't mean that the family's magic will accept you…" Trakhi's nose pinched slightly as his voice trailed off leaving Harry's imagination to get carried away.

Harry forced any thought of danger out of his mind, just like his Dad's will Sirius obviously wanted this for him and he would need to do it until his godson was old enough. He would do it for them. Besides he had bigger problems with the Malfoy's. Harry wasn't sure if he should be furious at the Malfoy's for overstepping on his godfathers property, on what he assumed was the day he passed or happy that he could do something about it.

"Thank you for informing me. I wish to cease all weekly allowances to Draco, Bellatrix and Narcissa immediately. I also wish them removed from all Black properties permanently and warded accordingly…is that possible?" Harry's glee at imagining Draco's face as he was magical evicted or finding out his allowance had ceased was evident by his large toothy grin.

"It will be done within the hour." Trakhi replied as what appeared to by his natural smug persona reappeared across his face. "However I will need for you to place the Black ring upon your hand."

Harry opened the box that was on the table and took out a plain black ring. As he placed it next to the Potter ring he felt a slight cold tingle travel up his arm but nothing more.

"Congratulations Harry James Potter, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and the Regent to the Ancient and Noble House of Black. That ring is normally given to the heir or successor of a family however as you are unable to wear the Head of the House ring, this will give you control over everything until someone does. Now that the accounts are out of the way there is one more thing I need to discuss with you before you leave to collect your godson. As a lord it is a good idea that you acquire a house elf and proper attire." Trakhi stated glancing at Harry's appearance.

"Don't I have two already via the Black family?" Harry questioned. He didn't like the idea of ordering around anyone let alone two house elves and a possible third.

"Kreacher and Dipsy are Black family house elves and while they will be loyal to you they probably should be attending to Mr Mason Black and the Black properties. Besides having a contract with a house elf would be very useful, they would be able to help you run family matters more effectively. They are also a symbol to some of the wizarding world of your new status." Trakhi reasoned with a tone that clearly spoke of what he thought of the wizarding community.

"Where would I get a house elf from exactly?" After Harry asked the question he began to feel overwhelmed again.

"There is a business in Diagon Alley that could help you."

Harry thought about it however he decided that it wasn't something he had to do right away.

"I will consider it, thank you Trakhi. I have a quick question before I take my leave."

"Yes?"

"Is it possible to keep my new status as Lord Potter and the Black details quiet for a while? I really would rather avoid the attention." Harry pleaded.

With Skeeter writing horrible articles over the last two years as well the unwanted attention in regards to their break in at the Ministry, Harry needed a break not more time in the public eye.

"Absolutely, we are not a part of your Ministry system. Everything that has happened today is between you and Gringotts. The Ministry however has been notified that someone has taken over the Black accounts however that is all. If you wish I can cast an illusion charm over the rings, so that only those you notify of your status will be able to see them." Trakhi offered.

Harry beamed at the goblin and nodded his permission as the goblin made his way over to Harry. The goblin grabbed Harry's hands and covered them with his own cold grey ones. When Trakhi removed his hands the rings were gone.

"If you wish to see them all it takes is concentration Lord Potter. Would you like access to your vault so that you can purchase some new clothes?" Trakhi sneered as he judged Harry's robes.

"Yes, thank you very much for all your help. Oh and please just call me Harry." Harry gave Trakhi a deep bow in farewell.

"It is very unusual for a Lord or even a wizard in general to treat goblins so well." Trakhi grinned at him as though their few little issues during the meeting never happened. "It was an honour Harry until we meet again."

Trakhi clicked his long fingers and instantly his door opened with a small goblin on the other side.

"Griphook, it's a pleasure to see you again." Harry warmly greeted the new arrival.

"You as well Lord Potter, I've been summoned to accompany you to one of your vaults. Which one would you wish to visit?" Griphook requested.

"Please call me Harry and I suppose the Potter family vault."

"Follow me Harry." Griphook stated before turning and leaving the office allowing Harry to follow behind.

It took a while to descend down into the depths of Gringotts however finally they arrived at the Potter Family Vault. The large metallic door had two large phoenixes engraved into it, each looking intimidating as though they were there to guard the vault for eternity.

"So how do I get in? Do I need a key or something?" Harry looked expectantly at Griphook.

"No Harry actually, all you need to do is touch the door. Only those with Potter blood can enter, I'll wait here until you return." Griphook informed the curious looking Harry.

Harry reached out and touched the cold metal of the door, in a matter for seconds a loud click was heard and the door swung open granting access to Harry. Not sure what to expect Harry opened the door and gasped. The Potter family vault was huge; mountains of gold and silver surrounded the walls and went deep into the chamber. Inside Harry saw several glass containers holding jewels and other items Harry could only guess what they were. However it was the portrait hanging on one of the stone walls in the chamber that really took his breath away; standing together looking lovingly into each other's eyes were Lilly and James Potter, next to them was a tall man with messy grey hair and intense brown eyes holding the hands of a witch with long brown hair and hypnotising blue eyes all of whom were wearing blue dress robes. Harry had seen a few pictures of his parents over the years from his parents school friends however never like this; it was though the picture was done during a personal, family moment between the two young Potters and what Harry assumed were his grandparents. Harry reached out to lightly touch the portrait hoping beyond hope that he could somehow fall into the portrait and finally return to his family where he belonged. Harry felt a single tear roll down his face and onto the stone ground which he quickly wiped away at the sound of irritated tapping on the other side of the vault door which successfully drew him from his daydream.

Realising he could spend hours going through everything in his family's vault he quickly scooped up some of the gold and placed it in a bag that Griphook and graciously provided for him.

Once he had returned to the surface and bid farewell to Griphook he left Gringotts, trying to allow everything that had happened in the last few hours wash over him and sink in. He was now Lord Potter, godfather to Sirius's child and could legally perform magic. Harry quickly visited Madam Malkins Robes for All Occassions to purchase a new wardrobe. When he informed her of what he wanted the plump witch jumped to serve him; he assumed that the amount of money that he would have to pay for all that would be enough to get most people excited.

He left her shop weighed down by the several bags of clothes he had just purchased and made his way to the Leaky Cauldron. She had ended up convincing him to buy ten robes of varying colours and materials, two new black cloaks, two blue dress robes and an assortment of muggle attire. When he reached the Leaky Cauldron, he purchased two bedrooms from Tom the innkeeper before making his way up the stairs to dump his new clothes. Harry figured that with Mason joining him soon he would need to have somewhere for him to stay and since they both had business at Gringotts in the morning; the Leaky Cauldron seemed like a great idea. Besides Harry wasn't going to take him to one of the Potter or Black houses until he had checked them first and there was no way he was taking him to the Dursleys.

Harry looked at his watch and noticed it was one in the afternoon. He knew that if he was going to collect Mason he would have to do it soon, before it got too late. Quickly he changed into one of his new silk robes and reopened the folder with Mason's details in it. It said that Mason was living in London with his muggle cousins and that he had turned eleven a month ago.

It suddenly dawned on him that Mason was heading to Hogwarts in a few months with him and that living with muggles he might not know about being a wizard. Ignoring the sense of dejavu, Harry considered his options before deciding on the easiest course of action.

"KREACHER, DIPSY!" Harry called.

Almost instantly two small pops alerted him to the arrival of his new house elves. Harry who had seen a house elf before was still a little taken aback by their appearance. Kreacher looked the same from last time he saw him; he had saggy and wrinkly skin that made him look older than he probably was, a bulbous nose, blood shot eyes and his trademark scowl. Thankfully Dipsy looked to be the complete opposite of Kreacher; she had smooth skin, large blue eyes, a small sharp nose and was wearing a large smile. The only thing they had in common was the dirty grey pillow case they both were wearing.

"How did dirty half-blood summon Kreacher?" the old house elf demanded impatiently. Remembering his experience with Kreacher at Grimmauld Place, Harry bit back a reply and decided to be as formal as possible.

"My name is Lord Harry Potter and I am the Regent of the House of Black." Harry declared.

Upon hearing his title Dipsy bowed and Kreacher folded his arms across his chest looking defiant.

"Hello Master Harry, you can call me Dipsy. Dipsy is so excited at having Master Harry Potter as the new Head of Black. Dipsy has heard of Master Harry, she has." The small elf squealed excitedly.

"Kreacher wants to know what you mean by Regent. The House of Black shouldn't be tainted by dirty half-bloods or mudbloods." the wrinkly house elf growled.

"While I am Lord of the House of Potter, I'm only looking after the Black families interests until my godson Mason Black is old enough to take over." Harry explained gently to Dipsy as though the kind little elf had been the one to ask. As soon as Harry had finished his sentence both elves looked at each other before back at Harry excitedly.

"Kreacher had thought the Black line finished with the blood traitor Master Sirius. Is Master Harry sure of what he is saying to Kreacher and Dipsy?" Kreacher barked almost accusingly at Harry for giving them false hope as Dipsy continued jumping for joy before giving Kreacher a one armed hug ignoring his comment to their new master.

"Yes Kreacher, I was just informed of Sirius's will. Mason Black is the legitimate son of Sirius Black and therefore the last of the Black line." Harry bite out feeling the loss of his willpower not to verbally assault the rude creature. The sour look on Kreacher's face turned into a sly looking smile that made Harry's skin crawl. Like the goblins Kreacher shouldn't smile he found it unsettling.

"Kreacher is so excited to finally be getting a real Black master. When can Kreacher and Dipsy meet Master Mason?" Kreacher inquired. The transformation in Kreacher was sudden and weird; Harry was so used to picturing Kreacher as nothing but angry and judgmental.

"I'm actually on my way to collect him, so I spose when I return with him you can both meet him then." Harry answered shrugging lightly at the idea; he would ensure that Mason wasn't overwhelmed first. He had no idea how much his godson knew and meeting house elves on the first day in a new world might be too much.

"Dipsy, can you take me somewhere please? I need to head to this address." Harry asked showing the giggly little elf Mason's documents.

"Of course Dipsy will take Master Harry to get Master Mason." She shouted happily as he held out her hand for Harry to take beaming up at him.

"Both of you are to swear that you won't inform anyone that I'm Lord Potter or that I'm running the Black family." Harry said quickly remembering his need for privacy.

"Why is half-blood Master asking this of Kreacher? Master Harry should be honoured to be apart of the Black family even if it's for a short time." Kreacher barked as his face quickly fell back into his gloomy stare. Dipsy meanwhile had grabbed Harry's hand and began to play happily with the hem of her dirty pillowcase while she waited to leave.

"I am honoured that Sirius picked me however I value my privacy and for the moment no one is to know what's happening with my family or the Black's." He said forcefully staring at the wrinkly elf in front of him, only when Kreacher nodded did Harry turn back to Dipsy's wide grin.

"Is Master Harry ready for Dipsy to take him to Master Mason?" she said rocking back and forwards on the heels of her feet.

With a slight nod of his head they quickly vanished from the shabby room Harry had hired.

Malfoy Manor

Draco stormed into the manor kicking the doors open dramatically and headed into the parlour where he threw himself into a large green chair by the fire. He was having the worst day, after only two days living in Black Manor he had violently blasted out of the front doors and onto the filthy street just outside the large gates that protected the home. Somehow he had been magically removed from the premises along with all their possessions. When Draco and his mother went to investigate at Gringotts they were told that not only did Black Manor belong to the new Lord Black and he had banished them but he had cancelled their allowances.

Draco and his parents depended on that money to survive as the Malfoy vaults were donated to the will of the Dark Lord. Draco didn't know who this new Lord Black was but he would ensure that his parents take him down; with the blood traitor dead he was the last male with Black blood alive and therefore the rightful heir of the Black family, Draco knew that he would make sure that this usurper would perish.

After an hour of Draco pouting in his chair Narcissa apparated into the parlour looking furious. Her usual calm exterior had been shattered by the events of the day; her lips were pressed tightly together and her eyes were alive with some hidden power as though, like a Basilisk they could kill with one glance.

"Well?" Draco demanded hoping his sassy tone wasn't picked up by his mother.

"Those bloody goblins refuse to tell me anything about this Lord Black." She sarcastically snapped.

"Should we tell father? Surely his contacts at the Ministry will be able to get some information for us, after all we need to do something about this." Draco seethed.

"Don't you worry my Draconis. That is exactly what I have planned, after all the Dark Lord will want to know there's a new player and possible ally. Unfortunately your father is still in his study with Eipsy." She said a cruel grin lighting her features.

Draco supressed a groan at that news. Every time that his father let his frustrations out on the house elves, they would have to wait longer for their dinner. Although he guessed it made sense, after all it would be hard for anyone to cook something when they were unconscious.

"Perhaps I should go check on him, Draco you had better go work on your assignments for when school returns. Your mission from the Dark Lord can't be ignored and you must keep your marks up. Do not fail us Draco." With the underlying threat obviously present in her tone she spun around on her heel and headed towards Lucius's study.

She gave the large black door a quick knock before pushing it open. Expecting to see her husband behind his enormous polished desk, she discovered instead that the only living creature inside was Eipsy. She was laying face first on a large and rather expensive rug that was covered with the Malfoy crest. The only movements that were outwardly obvious to Narcissa, was the elf's small and shallow breathing not to mention the blood that had begun to run down her face and onto the rug.

"Bloody hell." She groaned. "Not only will dinner be late but that useless house elf probably has stained my rug." Narcissa swore at the sight of her now blemished rug.

With that Narcissa, turned and closed the door behind her, leaving the injured elf alone so that she could continue searching for her husband.

Hey Everyone,

Hope you liked my first chapter. A few people have been concerned about the age of Mason and how he can be Sirius's son if he was in Azkaban. This is explained a bit at the end of chapter 2 - deeper explainations will come in later chapters on Sirius and Mason's mother.

Thanks for reading and please feel free to add a review.

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