The Ancestral House of Black ch1
Harry Potter was standing in the park down the road from his relative's house. He wore light grey skinny jeans, a white clothed V-neck and black trainers. Hermione and Ginny had dragged him shopping to the muggle town near wear the Weasley's live. It had been a great experience, he'd never been shopping before and he didn't even have to do much except find out what size he actually was and the girls did the rest. His hair, his precious Potter hair, 'had to go' according to Ginny. His hair was cut (SHAVED!) on the sides and the back of his head, the top still had lengthy hair that Ginny seemed to like running her hand through absentmindedly. Harry forgot to tell them that his hair grew back rather quickly, but for now, the fiery red head had tamed it.
He was standing in the park because of his cousin and his 'gang'. Dudley, Pierce and some other beefy kid surrounded him. Dudley had been egged on to come torment his 'freakish' cousin like old times. Dudley had been hesitant to do so. Harry didn't blame his cousin, after all, not all 'decently normal' families have a freak that can do magic, now do they? But there was also the small fact, quite noticeable too, that Harry had gotten a bit fit from Quidditch; still Seeker slim mind you.
"Sup, Big D?" Harry asks tilting his head to the side. Oh, he was so going to enjoy this. After years of Harry hunting, bulling, beatings, and down right belittling, Harry wasn't going to take it anymore. Now, normally he'd refrain out of fear that he might get expelled from Hogwarts or that the Ministry of Magic might arrest him, but Harry couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. Dudley scowled at him, knowing that Harry was mocking him.
"What the little runt gonna do, ey Big D? I say we pound him a good one" The new beefy kid sneers. Harry raised an eyebrow; the kid had nothing on his Potions Professor, Severus Snape.
"Where'd you find this layoff? He can't even speak properly." Harry looks a bit disgusted, which seemed to piss Dudley's little gang off.
"Watch it freak!" Peirce snarls dropping his bike to the ground and stepping forward. Harry scratched behind his ear before giving all three a cold glare.
"Do you three actually want something or did you really come all this way to pick on me?" Harry asks.
"I suppose we want to pick on you, so both, Potty" Dudley smirks.
"How pathetic" Harry drawls.
What happened next would cause a Domino effect. Apparently it was just fine for three 'proper' boys to harass the 'incurable criminal' but when the tables were turned, no one turned a blind eye any longer. Harry remembered Pierce managing to grab and pin his arms while Dudley and Beef bod got a few good hits in. Harry managed to get loose somehow and kicked Beef bod in between the legs. While he bent to grab his groin from pain, Harry kneed the sucker in the face, breaking his nose. His cousin looked panicked for a second but not for long, as Harry had smashed his fist into his face, causing him to stumble back a few steps. Pierce, meanwhile, had been hitting him and trying to get a better grip on him. Harry leaned all his weight back, causing Pierce to try to regain his footing. Harry quickly tripped him by placing his foot right in the back of the staggering leg and they both fell. Harry's fist flew at Pierces face and somehow hit his throat causing the boy to panic as his struggled to breathe momentarily. Once that was realized, Harry knew that the only one left to deal with was Dudley, who seemed to realize just how much the table had turned since the previous summers. Harry couldn't quite recall who hit first; he couldn't quite recall how much time had passed or much of anything else. He did, however, recall his cousin's bruising and swelling face, the blood and the fear. Hell, Harry didn't even realize that Miss. Figg had called the Order and informed them that 'the golden boy' was muggle fighting. The only thing Harry was aware of was long strong hand's ripping him away from his cousins unconscious form, and even then, Harry was too busy trying to go back to 'Dudley smashing'. He heard a familiar voice telling him 'to stop'…'that's enough, Mr. Potter' and a few other remarks that surprisingly sounded wary and a bit…concerned?
This was why, when he found himself in an unknown house, he was quite confused. His clothes, though, were scroutified [cleaned] by Mrs. Weasley who looked far more worried than usual. She, Mr. Weasley, the twins and Ron were in the kitchen with him. Hermione was sitting next to him looking absolutely curious and worried. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, whom he had all met last year due to the fake Mad-Eye, were at the other end of the kitchen with the Professors- McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore- and they were eyeing him warily, curiously or suspiciously…okay the last one was mainly from Mad- Eye but still…Sirius and Remus seemed to be throwing glances between him, Snape and Dumbledore. It was odd, actually…
"Do you know where you are?" Dumbledore asks. Harry bit his lip and shook his head. A collective frown was visible.
"How was he able to enter then?" Ron asks confused. They all had to read a slip a paper with the address on it before they could even see the house!
"I believe, that Harry merely does not recall. He was in…a state… when he came." Dumbledore reassured.
'If Dumbledore thought Harry beating three teens up and smashing his cousins face in out of revenge was him being 'in a state', wait until he saw Harry mad' was a collective thought of Harry's two best friends and the twins thought.
"You're at my house, Harry. Well, my families house at any rate. Welcome the ancestral House of Black." Sirius informed, his dislike of the house clear in his voice and face.
"Your house?" Harry asks now intrigued to where he was…it was a bit…dark… but with a bit of remodel it could be nice…enough.
"Yeah, needs a bit of fixing up. Kreacher was a bit skimpy on his duties without a Master around to order him to do so" Sirius growled a bit with the mention of his house elf.
"I see" Harry says trailing off, unsure of what to say.
"Harry, Miss. Figg contacted the Order stating that you were in a muggle fight. She mentioned that you had been pinned down by a 'rat faced barbaric muggle', however; when Professor Snape arrived he saw…a different sight. Would you mind explaining what happened from the beginning?" Dumbledore asks bringing the conversations back to its focal point. After all, Harry wasn't supposed to come to Headquarters until a couple of weeks. Harry shifted a bit uncomfortably, a look of anger flashed across his face before he masked it. It had been so quick the only ones who saw it were those at the other end of the table, and that was because they were either aurors, spies, or paranoid…the last bit encompassed all of them. They all sent each other a glance before focusing back on Harry when the fifteen year old cleared his throat.
"Well, I was at the park which is a bit of a ways down the road from my relatives place…I don't know why Miss. Figg was there, and I didn't know that she knew anyone of the wizarding world…I suppose that doesn't really matter though. Anyway, I was minding my own business-" Several Weasley's snorted including a covered cough by one Mrs. Weasley.
"Sorry mate, go on" Ron quickly encouraged seeing Harry mock glare at them.
"Minding my own business" Harry emphasized, pointedly ignoring the traitorous smiles behind his back, "when my cousin and his 'gang' started in on me. Normally, I'd just out run them when they start in on me, but I didn't particularly feel like running away this time." Harry says remembering the way he was itching for an excuse to pound his cousin, which he knew he'd get.
"Is this a normal occurrence?" Sirius asks frowning. Harry blinked in confusion.
"He means, is it normal for them to pick on you and you have to run away" Remus clarified.
"Oh, yeah. They call it 'Harry Hunting'." Harry nodded.
Snape narrowed his eyes, Harry Hunting sounding remarkably what the marauders used to do to him. It seemed like he wasn't the only one thinking this either, because both the wolf and mutt paled slightly.
"Who threw the first punch?" Mad-Eye asks. Harry scoffs.
"Well, Pierce was the one who reacted first to me calling them pathetic, he managed to pin my arms behind my back. Big D-er- Dudley and Beef bod- don't know his name, started in on me. But I kicked Beef in the balls"
"Ow…" Ron remarked shifting.
"No such thing as being fair in a fight, mate, gotta fight to win" Tonks remarked approvingly. Surprisingly, many nodded in agreement.
"He bent down to grab his groin and I kneed him in the face, breaking his nose. I got loose from Pierce and punched Dudley, causing him to step back some and while he was dazed, I took care of Pierce. I tripped him and just hit him a few times before he was out. The only one left was Dudley. I don't remember much of it, honestly, just bashing his face in…" Harry couldn't help the small-satisfied smile at the thought of Dudley all bruised, swollen and bloodied. At least now he'll know what it's like. Again, the adults exchanged wary glances. Dumbledore even frowned. However, the teens were all eager and happy about the turn of events, something that startled the elder Weasley's. After all, they raised their boys better than this.
"Wicked mate, always-"
"Knew you'd get 'em back" the twins say clapping him on the back.
"Must have been epic" Ron chipped in. Harry grinned.
"Not as epic as Hermione and Malfoy though, that was bloody brilliant." Harry replied causing said person to blush when the adults gave her a questioning looks.
"I swear, Malfoy hadn't messed with Hermione for weeks after that" Ron exclaimed bragging for Hermione. Hermione ducked her head as several raised an eyebrow.
"What did Hermione do, exactly?" Sirius asks, curious of her reaction.
"She broke the gits nose, one punch and CRUNCH!" Ron mimicked the punch with a stupid grin. Snape sneered.
"I believe you will be serving detention with me when school starts up, Miss. Granger" Severus sneered.
"Now now, Severus, we can't go dishing out punishments for past wrongs." Dumbledore placated.
"Funny, you have no problem holding past wrongs over people's heads to get them to do what you want" Harry states glaring at the old man. The room froze and stared at Harry. Dumbledore held his gaze steady on the raven haired teen.
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asks. Harry didn't so much as shift but his gaze did flicker over to Snape before going over to Sirius. His message was quite clear to Dumbledore and the other two. Somehow, Harry Potter knew about Snape's involvement in Lily and James death, about Sirius almost getting Snape killed and how Dumbledore used the situation to his advantage. All three seemed to pale some and tense even further.
"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley questioned. Harry held Dumbledore's gaze for a few seconds longer before glancing over to Mrs. Weasley.
"It doesn't matter much at the moment. Anyway, Malfoy deserved more than a broken nose. He called 'Mione a mudblood." Harry claims causing several to flinch.
"Why did you continue to pound your cousins face in? Severus described the scene very well. The boy was unconscious and even so, Severus had to rip and drag you away from him." Mad-Eye pipes up. Harry looked away for a moment. He doubted he'd get away with revenge as a good answer.
"Sort of…lost myself for a moment" Harry replied. Snape snorted.
"Mr. Potter, you almost beat your cousin to death, you'll have to provide a better explanation than 'losing yourself in the moment'" Snape retorts. Harry glared at the man, but it seemed that the Order members were in agreement.
"If Harry say's he 'lost himself' then he did" Ron snips out in his friend's defense. Harry was actually a bit surprised that Ron spoke so quickly in his defense, given that his mother was right behind him.
"Ronald! You will not talk disrespectfully to your professor!" Mrs. Weasley immediately chides. Harry was pretty glad that Mrs. Weasley was behind Ron, actually, so that she didn't see Ron's eye roll that would have surly earned him a smack despite being fifteen.
"It is plausible, in any case, for it to happen. There have been many reports of fighters that 'black out'." Hermione added to Ron's argument nonetheless. Harry, Ron, and the twins all blink in shock at Hermione opposing a teacher openly. Hermione merely rolled her eyes at them. Honestly, it wasn't that surprising.
"I'm quite aware that Potter 'blacked out', Miss. Granger. However, there was a reason he didn't run when he normally did and that begs the questions as to why" Snape snaps, he did not appreciate being spoken back to by teenagers! Harry bit his lip again, thinking.
"Well, why run when it was three muggles against-"
"The boy who lives. Wasn't very fair odds for them muggles-"
"Now was it? Course not, Harry here-"
"Defeated you-know-who not just once-"
"But three times, muggles-" [third year was Sirius and Pettigrew, not moldieshorts]
"Didn't even stand a chance" The twins chorused and then finished in unison. Harry actually turned in his seat and stared at the twins who were grinning quite proudly.
"That is nothing to joke about!" Mrs. Weasley admonished the twins when she got over her own gob smack shock.
"This is serious" Sirius says sternly, this was his godson they were talking about!
"I thought you were Sirius?" Tonks innocently stated mocking confusion.
"Nymphy, I'm serious" Sirius states, not appreciating the joke at the moment.
"I know, I just said that, didn't I" Tonks sighed dramatically rolling her eyes. He would later though. Harry was using this time to come up with something. There was no reason to spill his life story to the Professors or to the Order. God knows how Mrs. Weasley would react if she knew how he was treated. His friends already knew, mostly, so he didn't need to worry about them egging him to tell so that they knew. So, he assumed he was safe from them giving anything away.
"Mr. Potter?" Kingsley, surprisingly, spoke up. Harry swallowed some blood mixed with saliva, busted lips were killers in the making.
"I didn't run because they would have caught up with me," Harry answered. Snape stared at him in plain disbelief.
"Those lumps of whales would never have caught you" Snape rebuked his answer. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Except for the fact that Peirce, the rat faced barbaric muggle as Miss Figg no doubt called him, had a bike. In which case, bikes go faster than me!" Harry retorts.
"So instead of dealing with one muggle you chose to face three? Gryffindor indeed" Snape sneers. Harry mentally wondered how Snape would react if he knew he had to argue with the sorting hat not to put him in Slytherin.
"Better than being a slimy snake, Snivellus" Sirius jeered. A dangerous expression came over the potions master face and many of the Order sent Sirius disapproving looks.
"Snakes aren't slimy" Harry muttered absentmindedly. Harry didn't know why he said it, but he felt like he needed to point it out. Sirius and Snape both snapped their gazes to him. Harry averted their gazes and focused on the table.
"How do you know?" Sirius asks. Harry shrugged.
"Went to the zoo once for my cousins birthday" Harry uttered.
"Is that when you set the Boa constrictor on your cousin?" Ron asks trying to think of it. Hermione and the twins groaned at the lack of tact and Harry rubbed his temples when the Order all gave him startled looks, especially when Dumbledore gave him a narrowed eyed look.
"You set a snake on your cousin?!" Remus asks, his voice a few shades higher.
"No" Harry groaned. " I merely let one out of its cage on accident. It playfully snapped at a few heels on it's way to Brazil" Harry informs seriously.
"Don't tell me you talked to it too!" Sirius sneers slightly. Harry gazed at his godfather coldly.
"I'll have you know, snakes are very intelligent. More than I can say for any of my relatives who are bigots…perhaps you would know something about being intolerant of peoples differences" Harry snarls quietly. He must have surprised more than just his godfather by the gasps he heard. Harry could tell that he was going to have a huge headache coming on.
"Harry, that's not what I meant at all!" Sirius immediately placates, not liking the idea of having been compared to muggles that his godson clearly disliked. Dumbledore and Snape shared a wary look. It seemed that Harry/Potter has more in common with Tom Riddle than either originally thought. Even if the boy claimed that he didn't set a snake on his cousin at an early age, the fact that he literally almost beat his cousin to death proved that Harry was capable of much more than what they thought he was capable of. They shouldn't have let their guard down; they shouldn't have underestimated the boy just because he was the-boy-who-lived.
Harry could practically see the adult's minds spinning with thoughts of him being the next dark lord or something. The next thing he knew, he was going to be in lock down at this place instead of being able to go back to the Dursley's where he was sure he'd have more freedom than being here.
"So, when am I going back?" Harry decides to ask. Even his friends stared at him incredulously.
"Harry, you're not going back…at least not this summer in any case" Dumbledore informs as if it would have been obvious.
"I see…so when it suites you, I don't have to stay with my relatives" Harry states coolly. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes again.
"Harry, it was never my intention for you to be unhappy. Had I known that the rift between you and your cousin was this…strong I would have-"
"Have done nothing." Harry interrupts with a dismissive wave of his hand. If shocked looks could kill…
"Harry" Mrs. Weasley and Hermione chides him.
"Oh please, we know that Harry has been trying to stay away from those blokes every year. It was quite clear just how far the 'drift' really was, it was no secret." Ron snips out again, earning a cuff to the side of his head by his mother who started in on him. Harry leaned his head to the side.
"Well, it's true, isn't it" Ron adds anyway.
"Ron" Mr. Weasley spoke for the first time, in a warning tone.
"I knew that Harry did not like it there" Dumbledore admitted.
"You knew more than that" Harry bites out.
"What do you mean, Mr. Potter" Prof. McGonagall asks. She looked as stern to Harry as she did when he first met her on his first day at Hogwarts.
"You mean despite how my acceptance letter was addressed?" Harry asks with way less hostility. There was no way Harry was getting on the wrong side of his head of house. There was a reason why she was head of a house that was known for it's rebellious and rule breaking students, which ratings of such behavior had dramatically decreased since said lioness took over as head of house. Minerva frowned at him.
"I address the acceptance letters, Mr. Potter. An automated quill does them. I do not see all addressed however," Minerva informs. Harry stared at her for a moment before grumbling something under his breath that sounded something like 'stupid magic'.
"How was your letter addressed?" Mr. Weasley asks. Harry shook his head.
"Doesn't matter now. So, we got the whole fight out of the way, and the fact that I'm being held in my godfathers dark house against my will…sounds like kidnapping actually, but so long as…" Harry trailed off suddenly looking around.
"So long as-…What are you looking for pup?" Sirius asks slightly humored by Harry's theatrics. Harry popped his head up from looking under the table.
"Where's Ginny?" Harry asks. This, of course, was the wrong thing to say in a room full of pranksters and siblings of said Weasley. It earned him catcalls and wolf whistles along with amused expressions and slightly curved lips. Harry swore he heard Snape mutter something about 'Potter and read heads' but he wasn't too sure. But by the amused smirk Remus threw the Potions Master, he probably was onto something.
"Ginny is upstairs. She saw you come in covered in blood and didn't take it too well. I believe it had something to do with the last time she saw you covered in blood was…was…in-" Mrs. Weasley broke off going teary eyes. Harry had to admit, he panicked. He had absolutely no idea what to do with a crying woman, at all. His friends all shared his sentiment as they all backed off and they all ganged up on the only man standing –figuratively, of course- that could possibly handle the mother hen. The Chamber of Secrets was still a very sore subject to all involved, except perhaps to Harry, mainly because he'd face worst last year…and the other years before that. Even his third year when he thought that his godfather was out to barbarically murder him in his sleep, not to mention the dementors made him see his parent's murder. Thankfully, after a few minutes, Mr. Weasley managed to calm his wife down.
"Sorry dear, just a bit sore for me. I thought I'd lost my baby" Mrs. Weasley tried to explain. Harry blinked in shock. There was no need to explain her worry for her daughter, especially to him!
"Anyway, Ginny sort of bolted to her-"
"Room she and Hermione shares. Figured that-"
"If you croaked, at least she wouldn't-"
"Have to see. Feared the worst she did. But-"
"At least Myrtle didn't see you. We hear that-"
"She want's to share her toilet with you" George finishes. Harry let his head drop to the table with a THUD at the reminder of Moaning Myrtle. While he felt pretty bad that she was Tom's first victim that he knew of, he still didn't like the creepy ghost that had a crush on him. The reminder of the ghost made him shudder…violently.
"I'm surprised she hasn't come down yet, though, surely she must know that you haven't kicked the bucket again" Ron says confused looking to the kitchen door as if Ginny would spontaneously come in.
"Again?!" More than one adult voice echoed the kitchen. Ron ducked as Hermione threw a book at his head. Harry groaned again.
"Honestly, Ron" Fred exclaimed. Ron looked sheepish before shrugging. There was nothing he could do about it now.
"Mr. Potter, do explain" Snape hissed, his gaze was rather intense.
"Riiiiiiggghhht" Harry dragged. This was turning into one hell of a reunion with people who hadn't written him all summer; he still had yet to confront them on that. He had a nagging feeling it was Dumbledore's fault. For some reason the man had a 'ignorance is bliss until I say you need to know that the hell is going on' motto. Harry would have to talk to the man he considered a grandfather figure about that. IN the mean time, he had damage control to do. It wouldn't do well if his prof.'s thought he'd somehow croak if he weren't under a 24/7-watch guard.
"Ron's exaggerating, sir. When I nailed the Basilisk through the roof of her mouth with the sword of Gryffindor, one of her fangs pierced me. Fawkes managed to heal me in time though" Harry explained.
"You never said anything about being bitten by the basilisk!" Dumbledore started. Never said anything about almost bleeding out then either, Harry mentally thought.
"I was healed, I was fine. Ginny was the priority at the time…besides, it slipped my mind" Harry shrugged. At the time, it honestly had, and Harry saw no reason to bring it up again afterwards when he did. Immediately, he found himself in a breath-reducing hug. Harry nearly yelped in surprise when he found himself plucked out of his seat. He silently vowed right then and there never to piss off Mrs. Weasley who could do such a thing without a second thought. Harry vaguely heard Mr. Weasley chuckle, he must have caught Harry's expression.
"You should have told me, Harry. Something such as this, is important. Basilisk venom is one of the most deadly venoms there are. It could have had side effects, or Fawkes could have not neutralized the venom completely" Dumbledore admonished him. Harry shrugged still not finding it a very big deal.
"This isn't some sort of game, Mr. Potter!" Snape snapped at him. Harry met the mans gaze.
"The Twi- Wizard tournament wasn't a game either and yet Professor Dumbledore allowed me to compete both knowing the fatality rate of that and the fact that I DIDN'T enter myself in it! It was all fun and bloody games then until Cedric and I got bloody kidnapped to a graveyard, Wormtail murders Cedric and I resurrected the fucking dark lord back to bloody life! Need I mention how Barty Crouch Jr. would have killed me if it hadn't been for you, Dumbledore and Prof. McGonagall or shall we just skip that part and go right on to the fact that the entire wizarding world thinks I murdered Cedric!?" Harry didn't know when he stood, didn't know when he started yelling, but he did know that he probably should have kept his mouth shut. In this once instance, Harry would have understood if Snape chucked a jar of cockroaches at his head for yelling at the man. Instead, he was greeted with silence and Snape's calculating stare that seemed to make Harry feel three inches tall and under a microscope.
"Harry" Sirius started but cut off when Dumbledore stood. Harry scratched his chin before picking up his chair and sitting back down in it. Harry cleared his throat as everyone glanced between him, Snape and Dumbledore.
"Harry" Dumbledore spoke oddly serious, "You are not at fault for Cedric's death." Tell that to Cedric's parents who told me it was my fault you old coot, Harry vindictively thought. "And you are not at fault for Lord Voldemorts' return. He would have found some way to come back or to get your blood. I allowed you to compete because I thought that you had bettered my age line and entered your name. It wasn't until later that I realized how wrong I was and by then there was nothing I could have done." Harry clenched his jaw to keep from retorting. Tells him not to keep things from him, but doesn't believe him when it matters…
"The truth will come out eventually" Dumbledore adds. Harry tapped his fingers on the table. The Order was just now learning how well Harry kept his emotions bottled up, and when he let them go…It was a wonder Harry didn't do more damage than he did when he fought those three muggles. Especially since Harry was known for his magical outburst.
"Since you didn't blow Prof. Snape up, does that mean it's safe to come in?" A voice asks from the kitchen door. Harry perked up at the sound and sight of Ginny Weasley. Harry knew she was dating Michael but…
"That was a freak accident and aunt Marge didn't even blow up much pass her normal size" Harry sniffed. Ginny giggled while the twins, Ron, Hermione and Mr. Weasley- who helped obliterate his neighbors and aunt Marges' memory- all broke out laughing. Ginny sat down in Harry's lap somehow managing to look proper all the meanwhile, much to her mothers chagrin. The Order watched, as the tension seemed to evaporate from Harry at the mere presence of one Ginny Weasley.
Snape watched Potter chat merrily with the red head sitting on his lap while seemingly oblivious to the knowing smiles and looks everyone else was giving the two. What was it with Potters and red heads? While Severus was irked that Potter had the audacity to yell at him, Severus noted that perhaps there was a bit more to Potter than what he originally thought. Potter had given valid reasons for being…temperamental… for just this last year. Severus was sure the boy would give some halfhearted excuse for literally pounding his cousins' face in. The sight in which he had been ordered to had nearly stopped him in his tracks in shock. Two other teens Potters' age had been sprawled on the ground moaning while Potter was punching his cousins' face into a new shape. The boy's expression was that of pure rage mixed with glee. It had been a frightening expression, one he only ever saw the dark lord gain. He had tried to snap at the boy, pull at the boy to get him off his cousin, but instead, he had to rip, drag and restrain the boy all while trying to get him away from the gathering muggles. It hadn't been simple or easy, but Severus wasn't the Head of Slytherin for nothing, let alone a spy for Dumbledore. He'd had to keep a better eye on the boy; there was far too much bottled emotions- especially resentment- for him to go unchecked. Little did he know, that a certain Lioness had identical thoughts.
Harry followed Ron to their room. Apparently, despite the size of the ancestral House of Black, they had to share rooms. Something about unaccounted for dark objects and Kreacher 'be doing what Mistress Black would want'. Whatever the hell that meant. If the House elf messed with him, he'd just ask Dobby to try to 'rehabilitate' the old house elf. Harry grinned maliciously at the thought. Dobby, despite having the heart of a Hufflepuff, could be downright Slytherin.
"We're here. It's a bit bigger than our room at the burrow." Ron informed. Harry almost tripped on the last step as Ron referred to his own room as 'theirs'.
"Mate, I would kiss you if I didn't think Hermione would kill me" Harry confessed. Ron looked at him with wide startled eyes.
"K-kiss-Hermi- WHAT?" Ron stuttered.
"Never mind, you thick head" Harry rolled his eyes entering their room. It was a cozy room that looked just as messy as 'their' room back at the burrow. Ron obviously lived here for at least a day to get this cozy. There were two desk, wardrobes, bedside tables and beds that mirrored each other on opposite sides of the room. The furnishings were all mahogany. The bed sheets were at least crème colored, which was sort of surprising given that the Blacks were all Slytherin, except Sirius of course. The walls were a bit darker leaf colored green, which put Harry back to the Slytherin aspect of the Blacks and all was right in the world…except for the whole dark lord business, of course. Ron's trunk was at the foot of his bed; his belongings were strewn all over the place. His bed was still made and his trunk had somehow arrived during that whole two hour 'chat'. Hedwig was in her cage looking rather irritated.
"Hey girl" Harry greets her immediately opening her cage to let her out. Hedwig climbs up his arm to perch herself –pride fully- on his shoulder.
"We're not allowed to send letters, mate. That's why she was in there. It's also why Hermione and I didn't send you any letters this summer. Dumbledore ordered us not to, said it was for your safety. We didn't want to take the chance so we obliged." Ron explained as he flopped down on his bed after throwing some of his clothes off the side of it. Harry scowls.
"I figured that it was Dumbledore's fault. I had thought at first that you guys weren't talking to me because of …last year. Then I figured I was being an idiot with how you went out of your way to make that very public apology to me in the great hall. It would have been a waste if you were just going to ignore me the following summer" Harry drawled looking faintly amused at how scarlet Ron was able to turn at the mention of his public apology. It had been a rather heart felt apology in front of three schools. Despite how serious it had been at the time, the twins were never going to let Ron live it down. Ron groaned and looked like he would be willing to live as a hermit until the whole thing was forgotten.
"Some best mate you are" Ron moaned chucking a rather foul smelling sock at Harry. Harry dodged the musty thing like it had the bubonic plague itself on it. He'd seen Pig –Ron's and Ginny's owl- once get wind of one of Ron's socks and pass out, he wasn't taking his chances.
Harry rather liked their room. It suited him rather comfortably despite being decked out in Slytherin colors. It was rather tasteful. It was then that he caught sight of the poster on the door. It clashed horribly with the color schemes. Ron had defied the Slytherin room by hanging up one of his Chudley Cannon Quidditch posters.
"Mum thinks I'm being purposely disrespectful to the Black family portraits by handing it up. I had in on the wall over here (Ron motioned to a bit of spare wall space in the center of the room that was in view of the door when open) but the portrait's started to scream a bit more insulted things a bit louder than normal so mum made me move it out of view. The twins and Sirius complained that insulting the Black Portraits was a good thing. Twins got their hide handed to them despite being of age." Ron grins. Harry thought that was bloody brilliant. Ginny had told him when they were talking that the portrait of Sirius' mother had called her family 'blood traitors' and Hermione a 'mudblood'. Anything that pissed that b-er…witch off was a good thing in his boo-
"RON, I HAVE A PLAN"
Harry could have hit Ron when his mate paled at his announcement.
Ron looked at their finish work with a prideful smirk. A red lion crest was painted where his CC Poster once was. They had then warded the wall so that it was permanent and couldn't be covered, painted, destroyed or tampered with. They meaning that Ron went and fetched Hermione and Harry managed to persuade her to 'graffiti' Sirius' house. How Harry had done such a thing was still a mystery to everyone not involved- which meant everyone not consisting of the golden trio themselves.
Every time either Ron or Harry left their door open, screams that sounded like someone was either being murdered or tortured filled the ancestral House of Black. Sirius had whipped away fake tears and said something about it being 'music to my ears'. Mrs. Weasley wasn't too impressed with them though. Despite Sirius telling Mrs. Weasley that he had given them permission to do such a thing, Mrs. Weasley saw fit to make Ron, Hermione and he clean out the drawing room as punishment. What she nor anyone else knew, was that there was a boggart hidden in the desk.