Here I go playing in JKR's sandbox again

October 31 1998

Harry Potter, the chosen one, the man who conquered, defeater of He who must no be named, and hero of the wizarding world was going through the disaster that was his home 12 Grimmald place. After the final battle, Harry had been hounded by seemingly everyone. Reporters, fans, well-wishers, vengeful family members, the ministry itself, and his teachers.

He had hidden himself at 12 because he had nowhere else to go, and Kreature was happy to defend his master. Harry had destroyed the locket horcrux, thus honoring Kreature's beloved master Regulus Black. In so doing, Harry had gained a most powerful ally who was more like Dobby than ever before. After the dragon incident, the goblins had been incensed. Ragnuk himself had called for Harry to present himself for judgment. He lost almost everything in the name of House Potter. This appeased the Goblin Nation and ended the budding rebellion. But the Director and Goblin King was a crafty old soul. Leaving the savior of the wizarding world destitute would look bad for his people. Since Harry was the current Lord Black, the director had a ace up his sleeve. The House of Black's assets would not be touched. Therefore the hero would still have a fortune to live from. All would be content at least, if not happy.

The house however was anything but homey. After the Death-eaters had ransacked the place in their effort to locate Harry and company, it needed work in the worst way. Harry began cleaning organizing and repairing it room by room. Today, he was in what could be best described as a 200 square foot closet. It was packed with old clothes, books, nick-nacks and other junk. It was likely a small bedroom, but it was now just storage.

As he proceeded to organize all the treasures of the House of Black he found an odd talisman. A golden phoenix on a blue and gold shield. Harry was trying to figure why a house as dark as the Blacks had been would have something as "light" as a phoenix. On the back was an inscription. "Deslegrate muri tempi et intervalia" Harry began reciting the words aloud, and as he finished, Kreature entered the room to announce lunch was ready. Harry was startled, and dropped the talisman which broke into several pieces when it struck the floor. The magic had had already begun and in a sphere of fire Harry Potter disappeared. Kreature immediately went to Andromeda Tonks to explain what happened and protect his new master, little Teddy Lupin, Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

October 31 1994

Hogwarts Great Hall

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment... And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out - Harry Potter (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)

November 14 1994

Black Manor Lancashire

Arcturus Black finished reading the Daily Prophet and called for his son Hunter. It had been three years since Hunter had been on English soil, Having just returned from Japan a week ago. He arrived moments later sweating profusely, and sheathing a katana with a chimera for a handle. "You called milord?"

"The time has come to assist our kinsman and restore the honor of the House of Black." Arcturus announced as he handed the paper to Hunter. Upon reading the younger wizard's hair shifted to a menacing shade of red. Arcturus noticed and chastised his son. "A Gryfindor charges in blinded by rage, a Slytherin waits for a precise moment to strike, to do the most damage. Let us prepare. Tomorrow we return to Hogwarts." Hunter's hair returned to it's natural black and he nodded his assent. The time was almost at hand.

On the morning of Nov 15 1994 the great hall was a cacophony of various conversations. Most were about the first task which was barely a week away. All discussion ceased when the doors burst open and an old man walked in with aide of a cane. Arcturus Black strode in slowly but regally. Old though he may be, he was hardly decrepit. The only obvious detriment was his need of a walking stick. His arrival had caused dead silence in the great hall and the old wizard smiled smugly as he approach the deputy headmistress.

In no time at all Albus Dumbledore was in the great hall to greet their guest. "Arcturus! This is quite the surprise. What brings the Lord of the House of Black to Hogwarts?" This caused whisperers all over. The Lord Black had been thought missing for years. "Family is what brings me here today Albus Dumbledore."

While the two old mages continued their now cold discourse, Draco Malfoy approached. He had heard the comment of family and assumed his distant Uncle was here to recognize him as Heir to House Black. Draco stood beside both men, waiting for his opportunity to speak. Arcturus saw this and acknowledged him.

"Is the something you needed young man?" It was not cold per se, but the was no apparent warmth in his tone. Draco stood confident in his heritage and only faltered slightly under the gaze of the Lord Black. "I heard you say that family is what brought you here today milord. I was answering the summons."

Arcturus cocked his eye at that comment. "And who might you be?" Draco was slightly confused at that. "I am Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius, son of Narcissa nee Black. I am your heir!" Draco's confidence returned as he spoke. The declaration however, did not have the intended reaction. Arcturus sneered, then smiled, then began chuckling which turned into a bellowing laugh.

Draco did not take well to this. He was the heir to the Black fortune. Father had said so. Mother had agreed. Yet here his claim was being laughed at. HE was being laughed at! Draco being Draco went on a tirade.

During this exchange, nobody noticed the figure entering the great hall and approaching the center of this spectacle. Hunter had been to the Room of Requirement to eliminate the Horcrux that was the Diadem of Ravenclaw. That made four down. The locket when he arrived here, the cup when he became Hunter, the diary that Harry eliminated and now the Diadem. That left the ring, the snake and Harry himself. They were more than half-way but still had so much to do. That would have to wait though. This was now about helping Harry survive this tournament.

(Flashback)

Harry appeared in a ball of fire and fell to the floor in a dusty room. He was almost immediately confronted by a very angry Kreature. One look at the ring Harry wore changed the elf's demeanor from anger to confusion. This wizard wore the ring of the Lord Black. Moments later Harry found he was somehow back in 1991

The talisman that brought him here was destroyed and the earlier version was not found in the house, so Harry was essentially stuck. But if he couldn't return, why not take the time to fix his errors. He started with a particular locket that responded to parseltongue.

Harry entered Gringotts. He hadn't forgotten how upset the goblins were when he and his friends went for the Cup in the Lestrange Vault. Maybe he could get that while he was here through legal means. He asked the goblin on duty for an audience with the director. When the snarky goblin asked why the director would be bothered to see a wizard, Harry grinned evilly. "Perhaps he doesn't. But if the goblins don't care about the security of their bank or that a horcrux of Voldemort is here, then I guess I will just inform the Daily prophet and..." The goblin was now terrified and raced to the director. It was no small feat that he was speaking with Ragnuk, the Director and Chief Goblin of all clans. Of course, a horcrux within the bank tended to gain high level attention. The horcrux itself took no time, but explaining how he knew took a while. They actually had to run a lineage test to prove he wasn't lying.

The inheritance test revealed he was Harrison James Potter. He discovered that Lily had fancied the muggle actor from Star Wars. It also identified him as the heir of Black, Peverell, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. It explained why he was able to pull the sword from the hat in the Chamber. Now they were hearing the will of the Potters.

Harry was livid. This was too much. Because of Dumbledore's interference, Sirius sat in Azkaban for twelve years. If he had just left it alone, the will would have declared Peter as the secret-keeper and Sirius would have been free. Then they examined the list of guardians from the Potters. Sirius was known, but the Longbottoms, then the Tonks family and even McGonagall were on the list. Augusta was supposed to get Harry if all the others were unavailable. He and Neville could have been raised together. This had him ready to spit nails. A door opening brought him back to the here and now.

"Mr. Potter, this clearly explains what was to happen. Unfortunately it is no use. Harry Potter is eleven and can not claim his lordship. This was a private reading only. Treaty requires us to follow your laws on the matter. However an alternative has just arrived." He stated as the door was opening. "Lord Arcturus Black, meet the answer to your dilemma, Mr Harry Potter." Ragnuk smiled.

Ragnuk had an idea, and Arcturus ran with it. Arcturus Black had combed the family tree for a suitable heir. He detested Lucius Malfoy and dismissed him as weak due to his claim of imperious curse as his defense. If the father was that weak, how could the son be better? Crouch was also dismissed due to his refusal to grant Sirius a trial. Arcturus felt it was so he could take over the Black family. Neville was thought to be a squib so he was out, so that left the grandson of his cousin Dorea. Harrison James Potter.

In essence their plan was very good. This Harry would claim the House of Black, known for the Dark Arts while leaving young Harry to assume the House of Potter. The final piece of the plan was a blood adoption of the older Harry by Arcturus. He would be beyond contestation as not only the descendant of a Black (Dorea) and the named heir (Arcturus) the adoption would make him a true Black by blood. Ragnuk agreed.

Moments later they were performing the ritual. When it was complete, Harry was a little taller than before, had a slightly sharper jaw and his hair began changing colors. When it was pointed out, he went to the mirror to look for himself. The glasses were useless now and he took them off. His eyes were now grey instead of green like Lily's but they were still her shape. His hair was longer now but when he concentrated, it stayed black. The mix of bloods sparked the latent power in the Black Family, a metamorphagus. Soon there was only one Harrison James Potter in this world, but there was also a new Lord Hunter Sirius Black to lead The house back to prominence.

Arcturus refused to free young Harry. Hunter was livid and demanded an explanation. Arcturus was happy to give it to him. "Why would you give your advantage away needlessly. Even a Gryffindor should be able to see when he holds the power." Hunter didn't follow and Arcturus explained more. "You told me that you survived because he used your blood. Yes?" Hunter nodded. "And he did that at the end of your fourth year, correct?" Another nod. "Then the survival of Harry Potter is hinged upon the Dark Lord using his blood in that resurrection ritual. You cannot alter that or your whole mission is for naught!" Hunter was enraged but he had to admit the older man was correct. "In the mean time, you have knowledge of the future. You can profit and gain allies, even save others if you simply do not alter things. Why would you want to give your enemy the advantage of surprise, when you currently know his plans and the dates and times to boot? You will serve the boy and his cause best by focusing on the resurrection of our house!"

(End Flashback)

Draco was still ranting that he was the heir when Hunter reached the group. Hunter was going to enjoy putting this pompous bigot in his place. "And just who is this spoiled child who dares to usurp my place as the next Lord Black?" That brought everyone's attention directly to Hunter.

Draco was too hyper to realize he was in danger. He lashed out and demanded to know who Hunter thought he was and how dare he try to steal his birthright? Hunter returned the sneer with a feral growl that would have frightened Fenrir Greybeck. "I am Hunter Sirius Black. Son of Arcturus. My mother descended from the line of Salazar Slytherin. It is YOU who are attempting to steal what is mine!" Hunter's declaration was followed by a backhand to Draco's face, flooring the boy.

Severus Snape jumped to the defense of his godson with his wand drawn. Unfortunately, he did not count on the Black Heir being an accomplished swordsman. He was met by Hunter's Katana at his throat. "I neither know, nor care what you intended Snivellus. This will be your only warning. Challenge me again and you will lose your head. That includes any legilimency attempts." Hunter kept his eyes on Snape but began speaking to Dumbledore. "Keep your pet on a leash Headmaster. I know the depths of his betrayal and the crimes against my house he has committed." Before Dumbledore could begin his reprimand of Hunter, Arcturus finally intervened.

"Hunter, is there no ending that Gryffindor streak of yours?! Much as I agree with you, young Draco IS of Black blood. You will stand down!" Hunter made sure that Snape had holstered his wand, but acquiesced to Lord Arcturus' demand, and sheathed his sword. But the death stare he held upon Snape was unnerving.

Dumbledore Intervened before matters got out of hand. "You said you were here for family? If not Draco Malfoy then whom are you here to see?" The answer would shake the wizarding world and Arcturus knew it. With a sinister smile he answered. "Why the grandson of my cousin, godson of my grandson, Harry Potter!"

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Yeah, I snatched the Phoenix gate from Gargoyles It is a good little trinket but it's not mine. :(