The Unfortunate Happily Ever After of Sirius Potter née Black
Sirius was his parents' nightmare, a fact he took great pride in – until they found a way to rob him of his rightful inheritance. Forced to undergo a gender reassignment ritual so that Regulus may take the Black Lordship, Siri is now under her parents' mercy and is desperate to find a pureblood husband before her parents can arrange her in marriage with a Death Eater.
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CHAPTER I - VIOLATED
Walburga, contrary to her eldest son's belief, was not insane. Vicious, vindictive, and violent, yes – but definitely not insane. She was the epitome of serpentine and might as well have been the poster-girl for pureblood supremacy. She was in every way what a pureblood wife should be and the only taint to her name was the heir she produced. Her eldest was born all wrong, a walking contradiction – born in a perfect, pureblood male body (which Walburga had toiled nine months for), yet his mind was anything but. When he was young, she had worried constantly over him. Something had been off from the very start and Walburga was most definitely not unobservant.
Hogwarts seemed to have only made things worse instead of making things better, particularly because her child, her beloved first born, had been sorted into Gryffindor of all places; a house full of entirely the wrong sort of people, if you could even call them people. She should count herself lucky that her son even managed to find a pureblood friend in the Potter Heir, a boy she reluctantly approved of due to his mother whom had once upon a time been a friend of Walburga's... until she got sorted into Hufflepuff. While the lad's behavior left much to be desired, his blood was impeccable. The other two companions – she did not care for their names, were anything but tolerable let alone acceptable.
By Sirius' third year she had lost all hope and instead turned towards the spare, desperate to save House Black from her eldest's intolerable leadership. Regulus was in everyway what a pureblood heir should be, the only thing that paled in comparison was his looks. This wasn't to say Regulus was ugly, for he was actually very dashing (as all Blacks were) – but Sirius could have been of vela blood with the way he appeared. By her son's fifth year, Walburga was in full panic mode – she had researched for over two years every law, policy, and plausible loophole to insure that Sirius would not be able to take over the Black Lordship, which would most definitely lead to the fall of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.
To Walburga's despair, short of killing her own flesh and blood, there was no legal way to rob a first-born son of his right to inherit the House in which he is the heir. She might have been vicious, vindictive, and violent, but Walburga Black was not going to be the murderer of her own flesh and blood. She loved him, she truly did, but she was also incredibly disappointed and concerned. Sirius had refused to renounce the Black Lordship upon request, even with the promise of fortune and freedom, choosing instead to declare that he'd "not rest until House Black was a dirty smudge in the history books". She had nearly disowned her son right there – not that that would rob him of his inheritance, it would only make him more uncontrollable.
Now, about to enter his sixth year, Sirius was only a few months away from turning of age on November 3, at that point he could begin completely dismantling House Black, particularly so while the current Lord Black, Walburga's husband, was incredibly ill with Dragon Pox. Should Orion pass, Sirius would have every right to burn Black Manor and its priceless history to the ground and donate the Black fortune to the blood traitors and mudbloods in the Order of the Phoenix. Therefore, it was with stunned relief and hope that Walburga found the peculiar solution to her problem in the Dailey Prophet of all places.
Experimental Gender Reassignment Ritual is Successful in Transforming Quinta to Quintus!
Reporter and Journalist Hesper Diggory
On 27 June, Quinta Flint, the only child of the current Lord and Lady Flint, underwent the first experimental trial for the newly developed Gender Reassignment Ritual. Not only was the experimental trial incredibly successful with no complications, but the Noble House of Flint now has a legitimate, male heir to inherit and continue the line. "It's a blessing, a miracle by Lady Magic herself!" said Lord Flint, tears blossoming at the corners of his eyes in relief. "My wife and I had tried for years to produce a son and heir and only miscarriage after miscarriage was the result. Edna and I had feared that we might have to resort to divorce so that I could remarry and produce an heir. My beautiful wife, she was willing to make the sacrifice, but I was not."
Indeed, this journalist is happy to report that Lord and Lady Flint did not have to resort to divorce and remarriage to produce an heir, instead, they were fortunate to find out that their close family friend, Healer Orphicus Yaxley, had recently finished his research on the ground breaking Gender Reassignment Ritual. The Healer's only problem was he couldn't find a patient to undergo the first trial. "We of course jumped at the opportunity," said Lady Flint, "Not only were we able to help our close friend with his research but we'd be able to 'transfigure', for lack of a better term, our daughter to a son!"
Healer Yaxley had this to say: "I had originally developed this ritual with the hope of allowing individuals to choose their desired gender, whether for fertility reasons or simply a fulfillment of gender identification. I'm overjoyed that my ritual can not only do what I originally intended it to do, but also save many pureblood lines from going extinct as my ritual has the combined affect of transforming daughters into heirs and supercharging fertility in the participants."
The Ministry of Magic and Saint Mungo's Hospital has also expressed great joy for this new development, Minister Bagnold had this to say: "It is no secret that wizards and witches of pureblood descent have fertility struggles, with exception to the Weasley Clan. Year after year we have seen the pureblood populations of every country around the world exponentially decrease as fertility rates drop between generations. It's a very worrying trend. However, with this new ritual, families can be preserved in the male line and potentially infertile males can find themselves fertile females and vice versa!" Indeed, hundreds of wizards and witches across the globe have sent request to schedule gender reassignment from Healer Yaxley and Saint Mungo's Hopsital has been happy to offer a safe premises for the ritual to take place.
It should be noted that the ICW (International Confederation of Wizards) plan to open discussions on the regulations of this ritual at the next conference in Geneva, Switzerland, this December. Current Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, Lord Albus Dumbledore of the Ministry of Magic for the British Isles, had this to say on the matter: "While the ICW and the Ministries that make up its body are overjoyed to hear of Healer Yaxley's success, regulations must be implemented and enforced in order to maintain stable gender ratios for the continuation of magical populations across the world."
Heir Quintus Flint is currently on bed rest while recovering from the magically draining ritual, but shows signs of a quick recovery, not to mention a great future for his Noble House and himself. Many pureblood families across the world have already expressed interest in arranged marriages with the newly minted heir. The Dailey Prophet congratulates House Flint and wishes them the best of luck for the future!
It was almost too good to be true… As a female, Sirius would have no claim to anything but a dowry for a marriage of Walburga's choosing. Regulus would be Lord Black and Sirius could be married off to a proper pureblood man who would ensure she bore healthy pureblood children; many of them too if the supercharged fertility the ritual caused was true. The more Walburga thought about it, the more excited she was about the prospect. Sirius would make a beautiful daughter and wife and would be easy to marry off with his current grades and unquestionable blood. Not only that, it would be an astoundingly easy plan to implement as Orion and she had full authority over all medical procedures concerning Sirius while he was still underage.
Swallowing thickly, Walburga began properly forming the plan in her head. She would have to act fast, she only had a few months to execute the plan as Sirius was almost of age and, from what the article indicated, there would be a waitlist for the ritual. Standing up suddenly from her seat at the dining table, she rushed upstairs to show the article to Orion, then she would need to send a letter to Healer Yaxley, prepare the paperwork, gather the funds… so much to do in so little time, but it would be worth it for her beloved House.
Sirius was having a disturbingly peaceful summer. His parents were being unreasonable reasonable as of late, actually allowing him to skip his heir training and giving him permission to go over to James' as much as he wanted. He would have thought himself insane had it not been for the fact that his mother still lectured him about good company (she really had a bone to pick with Peter, who was actually a pureblood – just a pathetic one). Perhaps they had finally realized that their attempts to oppress him were in vane or perhaps his father's illness was preoccupying their time, regardless, Sirius wasn't going to question it.
It was now midsummer and Sirius had woken up early at his mother's request, apparently Regulus and he had to get a Dragon Pox potion again to prevent contracting it from their father. Why they had to do this again when they had done so only a few months ago was beyond Sirius' comprehension, but he hoped being agreeable would allow him to spend the upcoming Lughnasadh Festival* with the Potters instead of with the Notts as they usually did. Checking the mirror one last time, Sirius admired the blossoming scruff at the tip of his chin, fantasizing that it would become a handsome beard soon; girls digged that.
"Sirius, we need to leave!" His mother screeched from three floors down – he rolled his eyes at her shrillness, but headed down the stairs, taking two at a time and found his mother alone at the front entrance, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Where's Reg?" Sirius peered up the stairs, expecting to see his younger brother on his way down, but found the winding staircase empty and barren.
"The Healers can only see one of you today, apparently Saint Mungo's is busy. Now stop dawdling, I will not have us be late; tardiness is unbecoming of our statuses." Lady Black turned suddenly and walked out the front door – Sirius hot on her sharp heels (she wore the sharpest high-heels money could by, probably so she could stab lower life forms as she walked). When they got to the cobblestone, his mother held out her arm for him to take so that they could sidelong apparate, which he did without complaint.
Saint Mungo's, as it so happens, was anything but busy. In fact, it was practically deserted. Sirius grumbled under his breath about favoritism as his mother checked them in – of course she'd let Reg out of the appointment, spoiled little brat that he was. Reg was probably off playing Quidditch with the other slimy snakes while poor Sirius had to ingest vile tasting potions. They didn't even have to wait long for the appointment as the Healer was available, Sirius was pleased to discover that his Healer for the day was not the family one, Healer Vector was a creep to say the least – though, Sirius wondered if Healer Yaxley would be any better – the Yaxleys were a dark family, after all.
His mother led him to whatever ward he would have his appointment on, he didn't care to listen; all the wards were named after boring pureblooded Healers who either died disgusting deaths or made disgusting discoveries. White walled corridors seemed endless until his mother finally stopped in front of what he assumed was his appointment room. When they got to Room 00073177 an older man with obvious pureblood heritage as indicated by his aristocratic features met them – he was handsome though, with a nice full beard (which Sirius was just a tad bit envious of). In fact, had the guy been a few years younger Sirius may have hit on him, flirted and such. Hey, sex was sex – Sirius could care less whether it was with a boy or girl, as long as he was on top.
"Ah, Lady Black, its wonderful to meet you in person. How do you do?" The Healer asked as he bowed respectfully to kiss the knuckles of Sirius' mother.
"Fine. Now enough with the niceties, I want this done as quickly as possible." Walburga snapped, causing Sirius to raise an eyebrow – he snorted internally, she must have been on her cycle for she usually wasn't so short with respectable purebloods.
Healer Yaxley wasn't offended though, he simply nodded his acceptance, "Of course, of course, come in, come in". Sirius was directed to one of the patient beds in the empty room while his mother was given a pile of paperwork to fill out, which she completed at an astounding rate.
"How are you feeling today, Sirius?" Healer Yaxley asked conversationally as he began running a slew of diagnostic charms on him.
"Well, better than father at least. Why am I getting this potion again, I only got it a month or so ago?" He asked curiously, not really worried about contracting Dragon Pox – it was very rare for someone as young as he to contract the illness.
"Sirius! Stop bothering the Healer!" His mother snapped from her seat and Sirius wished he could send her back to the waiting room, but as an underage wizard he needed to have a parent present at all his medical procedures.
Healer Yaxley only chuckled, "No worries Lady Black, I'm just about to give Sirius the first potion – he is perfectly healthy and ready for the process to begin". Walburga nodded sharply in the corner and relaxed slightly (or as much as Walburga Virgo Black could relax, which wasn't much). Sirius refocused his attention on Healer Yaxley as the man handed him a vile of a thick, lavender liquid that had a slight shimmer to it.
Frowning, Sirius asked, "That's different than the last potion I took for Dragon Pox – did they edit the formula recently? Does it taste just as bad or worse?" The last potion had made him dry heave and Sirius wasn't fond of the idea of being sick all over a handsome older man, Healer or not.
Quirking his lips in a knowing smile, the Healer assured him that "The potion isn't too bad in terms of taste, my last patient told me that it actually reminded… him of sweat and musk, which is better than most potions." Sirius nodded, but was still apprehensive. He took the potion quickly, uncapped it, and then swung it back in one large gulp – hoping to get it over with quickly. He was pleasantly surprised to discover, however, that the potion tasted all right, not great but not as bad as the last one he was forced to take. Sirius licked the inside of his mouth in thought, in fact, he didn't think the potion tasted like sweat or musk… more like… rosewater and maybe milk?
At the thought Sirius suddenly felt a tsunami of nausea overtake him, worse than he had ever experienced before. It was so bad that he grabbed his gut and fell to his side on the bed. The movement made the nausea worse on top of making him suddenly dizzy, so dizzy the room was spinning and shaking vigorously. The Healer seemed to be saying something to him, but Sirius felt too ill to comprehend what the man could possibly be saying. He was vaguely aware of a charm being cast over him, but couldn't determine what it was as he was suddenly overcome with exhaustion – the world began to dim and darkness soon took hold…
A/N: Thank you for reading the first chapter/prologue and I just wanted to address a few things: firstly, I know this is a pretty horrid concept of a mother forcing her child to undergo a surgery of any kind against their will. Unfortunately for Sirius, his mother is a horrid human being (even if she's doing what she thinks is right). Secondly, she was allowed to get away with doing so because the magical world doesn't seem to have many child protection rights (I mean really, how many times did Harry end up in the hospital wing? Neville's uncle threw him off a balcony and nearly let him drown, Umbridge got away with torture, Quidditch is ridiculously dangerous, there are MOVING staircases in Hogwarts, etc..) Therefore, I don't think it is really surprising that a parent could get away with something like this.
Thirdly, Sirius will end up with James in the end, it will just take some time as I want to properly develop the story – I'm open to suggestions concerning who Walburga will try to arrange Siri with in the meantime (Keeping in mind that Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange are already married at this point (and no, You-Know-Who will not be used – don't be gross guys) – Rabastian Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, and many other Death Eaters are also available – so give me some suggestions!
*Lughnasadh: Midpoint between Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox - Celtic Holiday celebrating the beginning of the harvest season and the transition from summer to winter
Future chapters will be longer and I plan to update soon. I hope you guys enjoyed and I appreciate any feedback, including corrections and suggestions that you may have! So please review!