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Author's note: The year is 1998. The 2nd Wizarding War is over. Sirius Black graduated with an uneventful life. Please Read "A new Black Heir" to understand Petunia.
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It had been years since he last saw the Dursleys. He had lived with the Malfoy's since his first year. But he had to return.
Sirius knocked on the door of Number 4 Privet Drive. Dudley answered it.
"We don't want any." Dudley growled. Sirius chuckled.
"Can I see your mother, Dudley?" Sirius asked. Dudley let him enter.
"Who is it, Duddy…" Petunia turned white at the site of Sirius. "You." She turned on her heel. He didn't see Vernon in site.
"Aunt Petunia. Please." Sirius called out to her. Dudley grabbed Sirius by his collar.
"Don't. My father's in the hospital right now. She's upset." Dudley barked. Sirius shrugged from Dudley and followed her up the stairs, locking the door behind him.
"Petunia." Sirius simply said. His aunt had aged a lot, but she was still as beautiful as he remembered. He never knew when exactly he had fallen in love with her. She was sitting on the bed, softly crying.
"I thought you had left for good. Why are you here?" She demanded, wiping away tears. He sat softly on the bed.
"Why did you stay with Vernon?" Sirius demanded in reply. She shook her head, and looked at Sirius for the first time. She saw all the good looks he had from his father, and his mother's green eyes. "I stopped by to say Good bye. I am going to live in the Wizarding world. I've inherited a house, as well as a vast sum of never ending money."
She couldn't help but feel heart broken. "I've failed you. As I failed Arabella." Sirius' head snapped at the name. Arabella Potter, the daughter of his Aunt, and the man that killed his parents.
"Arabella is a vile witch, Petunia." He kissed her cheek to comfort her, then wrapped his arms around her. He had wanted to hold her all his life. They heard the door slam and knew Dudley had left. Quietly, and for the first time in years, Petunia got what she wanted. Sirius made love to his aunt, the woman of his desires.
Shortly afterwards, Dudley returned. Awkwardly, Sirius said good bye. He couldn't say he regretted it, but he felt different. Had he expected fireworks? Of course. But instead, he felt empty, but fulfilled.
Petunia, on the other hand, felt the magic she hadn't felt in years. It was as if Sirius opened the well to what little magic she had. It woke the ancient craving in her. The way she felt with Potter. The way she felt when she had Arabella. She knew what she had to do.
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Walking up the steps of 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius couldn't help but fear the unknown. He had never been here, and had only just inherited it. Draco would be arriving the next day, as they were going through what Sirius had. They wanted to evaluate Sirius' inheritance, to see if Sirius could open his own mansion similar to Malfoy Manor. He opened the door.
"Master Black. Help Misstress please?" A small house elf pleaded. Sirius looked down, confused. Mistress? "Kreacher wants mistress back."
"Kreacher? Ah, my house elf… What Mistress?" Sirius asked. Kreacher pulled Sirius' hand towards a large portrait.
"Nasty blood traitor Potter cursed her." Kreacher mumbled, then opened the portrait. An older woman, Sirius would guess to be about 56, glared at him.
"You must be Sirius." The Portrait spoke. Sirius jumped back. "You look just like Orion." She smiled. "And you're my Pure-blooded grandson. Delightful. Sirius did something right. Now. Help me from this hell hole." She pleaded. Sirius sat there looking at his Grandmother, then waved his wand. Nothing.
"I don't know the spell." He mumbled. His grandmother roared in slight frustration.
"I bet that blood traitor knows it." She schemed. Another wave from Sirius' wand and she was free, falling against him. "What did you do?"
"I concentrated." Sirius retorted. Kreacher gripped onto her leg. The woman had long gray hair tied back behind her head with a ribbon. The evening dress she wore looked like it was outdated by 100 years. But her face looked kind, her
"The blood traitor did something right… My lovely grandson. Tell me. What year is it?" She asked softly. He smiled at her.
"It is 1998." He replied. Her jaw clenched tight. "Um, Mrs. Black, I have a friend on the way…"
"Oh dear, it's your house. As long as it's not a half blood or a blood traitor, I'll accept them." She waltzed up the stairs, leaving Sirius to stare after her. Sirius slowly followed her up the stairs. The whole house was slightly dusted. "Kreacher! Get to cleaning. Master Sirius is having guests!" The small house elf burst into action, almost falling down the stairs.
"Guest." Sirius explained. She looked down the stairs at him. He couldn't help but look at the mounted heads on the wall and shiver.
"Guests." She replied. She pulled back and he heard a door shut. This was his grandmother? She seemed eccentric, but so far, he loved her. She was what he needed, after leaving the Dursley house. He started to explore the rooms. Noting only one bedroom, one bathroom, one drawing room, and the room Walburga went into. Sirius assumed it was another bedroom. He climbed up the stairs again
He opened the first door, and noted the ugly Gryffindor colors. He shivered, and flicked his wand, getting rid of said colors.
"Finally." Walburga's voice came from behind him. "That was your father's room." She explained. He had only changed the colors, as he hated Gryffindor. He shut the door, and turned to the next. It was outfitted in Slytherin colors, and held the Black family crest over the worn out bed. He saw Prophet clippings of Voldemort. "He had the right idea." Sirius shivered, but closed the door.
"Longbottom and Potter destroyed him last year." Sirius told her. Her face fell slightly, and Sirius noted she had changed into a deep blue cocktail dress. It lighted her blue eyes, and she looked beautiful.
"Poor boy. I meet Voldemort once. Lovely young man. Pitty." She shrugged. She opened the third door. It was another room, and Sirius could only assume it was the master bedroom. "How are you with Potions?"
"Excellent. I'll be bringing all my stuff with me once Malfoy arrives." As if he said a magic word, Walburga's face lit.
"You're friends with the Malfoy's?" She almost cackled in glee.
"Yes, Draco. My best mate." Sirius told his grandmother. All she could do was smile. She grabbed her grandson's hand, and helped him down the stairs to the previous floor. She opened the door she was in before. It was a closet, a small closet. "Go in."
"It's a closet…" Sirius was confused. She pushed him in. Similar to Platform 9 ¾ , Sirius found himself in a grand hall. It was beautiful. The floor was marble, the stairs were marble, the banisters were marble.
"This is Black Manor. This is what has been hidden." Walburga smiled. Soon, dozens of house elf's appeared.
"Master, Mistress." They all spoke at once. Sirius felt ecstatic. He didn't have to waste any money on building a mansion.
"You see. Grimmauld is essentially the Servant's quarter. When my father died, Black Manor ceased to exist, so to say. And once you were born, it reopened." His grandmother grinned. "Black blood of my Black blood. Tuojours Pur." She cackled. Sirius smiled, and walked off.
He explored the whole grounds and counted three separate apartment wings, 38 bedrooms, 40 bathrooms, 12 salons, 3 drawing rooms, a dungeon filled with several cauldrons, three dining rooms, a ballroom, and a grand kitchen that was 6 times the size of a normal kitchen. He looked out to the back. A whole set of pools, connected by small rivers, took up almost 3 acres of land.
"Beautiful." She murmured behind him. She had a knack of being silent, he noted. "I shall take the south Wing." She walked off. Had she known he'd invite more people now that he knew how big the manor was?
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"Draco. We're gonna go shopping for food and all shortly." Sirius said to the blonde boy lounging on the couch of 12 Grimmauld Place.
"What about the secret?" Draco asked. Sirius pulled his friend up by his black Italian boots.
"After we shop. We'll go to the bank, take out about 5,000 galleons…" Sirius started. Draco bolted up.
"For what? Food? My parents spend about 500 galleons every three months!" Draco retorted. Sirius helped him off the couch.
"Not just for food. You'll see." Sirius grinned. And then they were off. They arrived at Diagon alley, where Sirius had just returned from the day before, when his grandmother got a new wand.
They started off at Broomstixs, where they bought several Nimbus 2003s. Then they went to the Owl Emporium, and Sirius bought two Snowy owls. At the book store, the bought about 100 brand new books which would be delivered the next day. They went to the Quidditch shop and bought a Quidditch set.
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After 1,000 galleons in food, 1,000 in clothing, and 2,000 in random items, they returned home. Draco turned to Sirius.
"Now. The secret?" Draco demanded. Sirius motioned him to follow. He opened the closet and Draco looked incredulous. Sirius pushed him just as Walburga did to him. On the other side, Sirius helped Draco off his ass. Sirius noted a few pallets of items they had bought were already appearing in the hall, and the house elves were distributing it to where it went.
"Ah, this must be Master Malfoy." Walburga descended the stairs. Malfoy looked at Sirius, a question evident in his eyes. "Welcome to Black Manor. I am Walburga Black."