Glitter shimmered along every inch of the grimy floor. The room once occupied by state of the art muggle toys was now devoid of any such mess. Instead, sparkly little pieces scattered here and there. When the sun shone they reflected the bright rays winking at the only Gryffindor boy. Sometimes when exhaustion became too much he'd drop off to sleep, to his nightmares, to his visions, and wake up the next morning to the dancing lights.

They made him happy, despite they're true meaning. He'd finger them fondly and walked above their dazzling dances. Some would be lost when he danced in them, leaving behind drops of crimson in their wake. Imbedded in his body forever, the tiny shards crushed into fine sand would slowly ebb away until there were merely four or five shards left.

And one day Sirius' mirror was simply no more. All that was left behind were those crimson drops and the fifteen year old boy who lost them.

Prologue: Part I

'Tap-tap-tap.'

He rolled over.

'Tap-tap-tap.'

A hiss of "Sirius," late in the night.

'Screeech.'

"Bloody bird." The young man's mutter was followed by a long suffered sigh.

Harry opened his bleary eyes and cast off the threadbare sheet from his sweaty body. Rubbing the sleep out of his burning eyes he threw his legs over the edge of his mattress and opened the window hardly taking into account that his own owl was on its perch and silent until the unwanted interruption.

Gripping the ledge he snapped his window open with a 'bang' enough for a regal tawny owl to slip inside, drop the package in its talons off and slip back out without so much as a glance at the boy it was to deliver to.

"Bloody ministry bird, have as many manners as their owners." Crouching down he picked up the box the dropped. It was fairly light indicating there was probably paper and little else inside.

Glancing quickly to his calendar he affirmed that it was his birthday in a few short hours.

"I stand corrected." Harry mumbled ripping the twine holding the package off and reading the name of the wizarding bank on the front. "Bloody Gringotts bird as cordial as the Goblins."

The loud rustle of parchments that followed immediately afterwards did not wake up the slumbering Dursleys, the boy didn't even check if it did. There were quite a few scrolls inside the package and a sealed folder that would need to be ripped open to read the loose parchments inside. Although the young man had yet to see legal wizarding documents the various ministry, bank, and family emblems on the parchments gave him an inkling as to what they were.

The first scroll was the thickest of them and the seal was the golden emblem of Gringotts at the ends of the rolled up parchment were two carved knobs that usually came with distinguished documents.

Disposing of the silk cord Harry carefully used his thumbs to crack the gold seal noting the glow surrounding the parchment. No doubt some magic that documented the opening of whatever record he was holding.

He fumbled with the parchment and unrolled while clambering up to the window where the lamplight and quarter moon outside helped him read.

"Dear Mr. Harry Potter," He lightly skimmed over the letter. "We are aggrieved to inform you that in the death of Mr.... Sirius Black."

He dropped the letter like a hot coal.

'Sirius. Is this it? Is this final proof that you're gone? The death of any pureblood wizard magically triggers a release of any and all legal documents in their name go to the next of kin.'

"I'm only the half-blood godson." A pitiful whine escaped his lips and desperate eyes roved the floor for the missing glittery shards. "You've left me for good now haven't you?"

This was the final answer. No matter what any one said, Dumbledore, Remus, Moody, Mr. Weasley, accounts from the Department of Mysteries, he hadn't believed them when they said no one ever came out of the veil. This was the final proof. No more wallowing in denial.

He wanted to rave, to cry like a child, to break things. Alas, he had no more spirit to rave, no more tears in his body to cry, and not enough energy to smash anything. He was back at square one, a helpless, jaded, little boy.

A chill went up his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck pricked. The parchment by his feet was calling his attention. From what he gathered it probably contained his godfather's last will and testament. Once again stooping down and picking the text up with trembling fingers he unrolled it and kept reading.

"You are hereby entitled to 12 Grimmauld Place, Fairfax Abbey, Winchester Castle, Black Manor, Chateau de Noir, Chateau de Montreuil, Chateau de Sade, Chateau La Coste, Velmont Heights...235,678,543 galleons, Potter account of 17,879,320 galleons, Godrics Hollow, Potter Manor, and Durange Castle....various personal and family novelties stored in vaults 8765, 330, 4555, and 2901. A total of 253,557,863..."

The room had gone quiet and the parchment had been thrice dropped by the time the raven haired boy left the room to retch in the bathroom down the hall.

After the first few minutes all sounds of retching had stopped and a weary boy placed his head on the cool porcelain lip of the bath tub by the toilet. Breathing deeply and raising his arm to flush the evidence of his regurgitated meal down he closed his eyes.

"Good god, if the Black's were related to, 'the' Marquis de Sade then I no longer have any doubts about their perversions."

Harry walked back into his small bedroom twenty minutes later smelling slightly of vomit and sweat. He didn't dally on Gringotts' accounts on what Sirius had bequeathed to him but rather ripped open the folder that came with it. There he found a stack of at least five or more parchments and a crudely folded muggle style envelope which showed a few hard protrusions coming from whatever object enclosed within.

Leafing through the few parchments he found a bunch certificates amongst them; deaths, births, and marriages. A frown marred his forehead and he squinted to be able to read them in the dark. The first one read:

Le Certificat de Mort Nom: Manon de Sade Femelle Age: 18 La date de mort: 31 Juin, 1980 La cause de mort: en donnant naissance

"She was so young, I didn't know witches died from giving birth in the wizarding world. She must have been a distant cousin of Sirius'. Maybe she was someone from his family that he was actually close to." He put the certificate aside and picked up the next.

Certificate of Marriage Manon de Sade daughter of Countess Mallorie de Sade and Count Adrien de Sade Sirius Black son of Ethelda and Argyle Black Date: December 3, 1979

Their signatures as Manon Black and Sirius Black were below along with a few witnesses.

His eyes couldn't help but reread the piece of parchment. No one had ever told him Sirius had been married. No one had ever said a word. And if he was married at one point then wouldn't all of his possessions go into the hands of the Sades if not the Malfoys or any other close relative?

Through all these questions it finally dawned on him that Manon Black was dead. She had died giving birth to Sirius' child. Was that why Sirius was so desperate to take care of him? Because he wanted a replacement for the son or daughter he didn't get to see grow up?

The next one was a certificate of birth.

Le Certificat De Naissance Date de naissance: 31 Juin, 1980 Nom: Lucien Marlon Black Mâle Père: Sirius Black Mère: Manon de Sade

The scant few primary school French classes that he had began to filter into his memory and the translation, he found came easily. The child's description followed. Black hair, brown eyes, his blood time coincided with Harry's as well.

The child had been born a month before him, the same day his mother died. Questions of why Sirius never told him he had a son and why he was with Harry instead of Lucien popped into his mind.

The next one was a certificate of birth.

Certificate of Birth Name: Harold James Potter Male Father: James Potter Mother: Lillian Potter Date: July 31, 1980

"I never knew my name was Harold. I always thought it was just Harry." He smiled despite the melancholy thoughts that were threatening to take over. If anything came out of this he'd finally learned his name. That at least earned a dry sarcastic chuckle.

He lingered on it for a few moments. Feeling the texture of the aged and yellowed parchment, smelling the long dried ink and tracing the names of his parents he moved on to the next certificate.

Certificate of Death Date of Death: July 31, 1980 Name: Harold James Potter Male Age: 23 minutes

"Merlin..."

TBC...

Pardon my French if it's a bit rusty, don't use it much outside the family and even then it sucks. lol.

Translations: Le Certificat de Mort : Certificate of Death Nom: Name Age: Age Le Certificat de Naissance: Certificate of Birth Juin: June Juillet: July Mere: Mother Pere: Father Sexe: Sex Femelle: Female Male: Male

Well I know its sort of short and confusing but I did my best and I'm trying to build of suspense. First time writer here! :P

Well hope you all liked it and I would appreciate some reviews stating your opinion and whatever else you like.

Thanks so much! BTW..references to Marquis de Sade: He was a sex criminal in France pre- Revolution and pro-Revolution...well you'll have to do independent research for more.