Author note this is my first attempt at a story bear with me it will get better I'm always open to ideas
"Haarrryyyy! Hurry up! We're going to be late!"
Harry Potter groans as he stretches. "I'm almost ready, Mom!" he yells down the stairs as he does a final check of his room.
Harry sighs looking around the room that had housed him for the last fourteen years of his life. He can't believe they're actually leaving.
"You're going to miss it, aren't you, son" says Sirius Black.
Harry turns around. Seeing his dad, he gives him a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, I will, but I'm also looking forward to the move as well. I mean, the stories you tell me about Hogwarts…it should be a blast."
Sirius chuckles softly. "You better hope you don't have as much fun as me and your father, or your mom will kill us both."
"Aw, don't worry Dad. I'll make sure they address all the reports to you." Harry teases, causing them both to start laughing. They both stop, still grinning as they hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
"What are you two up to? I come up here to make sure you're ready and all I hear is laughter." Lily Black says as she leans in, giving her husband a peck on the cheek.
"Nothing, Mom, just talking about the move. What I'll like and what I'll miss. I'm ready to go now though, sorry for keeping you waiting." Harry says, giving his mom a smile.
Lily smiled back "I know it's a tremendous change, but it's important. Now hurry up you two, the portkey is ready."
They all walked down the stairs into the empty living room and gathered around the old, deflated football lying there.
Lily picks it up and holds it out. "Okay. Are you both ready?" Lily asks.
Harry takes one last look around, smiling. "Goodbye, America. England here I come." He whispers, before nodding to his mom.
"Okay, on three. One…two…three."
The portkey deposits them at a gate made of a shiny, silver metal.
"Welcome to Black Manor, Harry." Sirius says.
Harry smirks. He couldn't see the manor due to the wards. He looks over at his dad. "What manor? All I can see is a gate and trees. Is your mind going already, pops?"
Lily couldn't stop a giggle from escaping her mouth as she watched Sirius' parenting style coming back to haunt him. "Just remember where he gets his attitude from." Giggling again, Lily places her hand on the gate, opening it. "Come on, you two, and Harry you knew the wards wouldn't let us go directly in until your dad changed them."
Sirius just shakes his head at his son. "Maybe I shouldn't change them. A little walk might cure him of being a smartass."
Lily snorts. "Oh, I doubt it. He's way too much like his dad and father."
Sirius chuckles and leads the way down the cobblestone road to the manor.
Harry looks around and can't help but admire the view. They were walking down an oak tree bordered path on a thin cobblestone road. Soon enough, the trees gave way to lush, green grass. Sitting in the middle of that grass was a beautiful black stone manor house.
"Wow," Harry says, at a loss for words.
"It's beautiful, Sirius." says Lily as she takes in the grey stone arches that lead into the courtyard.
Harry looks closer at the arches as they get closer, and notices that the decorations etched into the stone are actually runes. "Dad, why are there runes in the stones?"
Sirius looks over at his son and the arch. "It's part of the wards. That way, the runes don't need to draw power unless they have to."
Sirius looks around slowly taking in the manor. Yes, it is beautiful. He thinks to himself.
He takes in the tall, black stone walls with its grey balconies overlooking the courtyard. In the center of the courtyard was a bubbling hippogriff fountain of clear, blue water coming out of the black beak.
"Well, Harry this is our new home. What do you think?" Lily asks, watching her son with apprehension.
Harry turns towards his mother, smiling "I love it, Mom." Harry turns his gaze to his dad. "Hey, dad, didn't you say there was a pitch? Where is it?"
Sirius looks at him chuckling softly, strangely not surprised. "It's out back, son. Let's eat and put our stuff away, then we can go see it."
Almost immediately after he spoke, three loud pops made them all jump.
"Master Sirius, Mistress Lily, Young Master Harry! I bes Tinki." says a short house elf. Behind her stood two other elves, bowing low.
"There you are Tinki, and you two must be Creed and Bill am I correct." asks Sirius.
The two elves bow lower. "Yes, Master." They say in unison.
The one on the right stood up. "Hello, Master. I is Bill."
The elf on the left also stood. "I is Creed. Can wes take your bags to your rooms, sirs?"
Sirius nods. "Yes. Tinki will you take care of mine and Lily's bags while Bill takes Harry's. "
The female elf nods several times and bows. "Yes, Master." Tinki and Creed pop off with their bags.
Bill bows low, wringing his hands together, ears flopping forward in misery. "Bill is sorry, Master, but Master Harry has no room."
Sirius just smiles "Bill, put him in the top back room. I think he'll love it."
"Yes, Master." Bill replies as he pops off with Harrys bags.
Sirius turns to his family. "Shall we go eat breakfast?"
They follow him through a wide foyer with ornate wrought iron stairs spiraling up to the next floor into a plush den, they took a left into a beautiful dining room.
POP
A short, male elf in a lopsided chef's hat appeared. "Hello. What can wes serve you today?"
Sirius barely looked at the elf, dropping loosely into the chair at the head of the table. "Eggs and sausage, please. Coffee, black."
Lily gives the elf a once over as she sat. "Hello. Your name is?" she asks after a glare at her husband.
The elf became frantic, bowing repeatedly in Lily's direction. "Oh, I is sorry, Mistress! I is Ramsey."
"I would like the same please, Ramsey, with cream and sugar in my coffee."
The elf turns his attention to Harry, still wringing his hands. "Eggs, bacon, and toast with sweet tea, Ramsey."
Ramsey bows low. "Of course." The little elf disappeared with a POP.
Sirius turns towards Harry eyeing him. "So, do you want to tour the house or see the pitch first?"
Lily can't contain her smirk. "As if you even have to ask, honey. I'm surprised he hasn't snuck away yet."
Harry looks at his mom with mock-horror on his face. "Mom, who do you think I am? Would I ever-"
"YES!" Sirius and Lily say at the same time, causing them all to laugh.
POP
"I has your meals sirs and ma'am." Ramsey announces as their trays float to them. "Will there be anything else Ramsey can dos for you?"
"Yes," says Sirius, "I plan on hosting a ball to invite some of the families over so that our arrival is well received."
Ramsey bows low. "Of course, master Black when would you like this to occur?"
"Two weeks from Saturday. We will handle the preparations, you just handle the dinner and cleaning."
"Yes, Master Black. What shall wes cook for you?"
"No. I will leave that to your discretion, Ramsey, I'm sure you will please."
Ramsey bows low. "Thank you, Master. Wes will do our bests." The chef disappears with a 'pop' to plan for the dinner.
Ramsey's departure leaves Lily to look at her husband, confused. "A ball, Sirius? You hate them, why host one now?"
"Yeah, dad, why a ball so suddenly?" asks Harry observing his stepfather closely.
Sirius shrugs. "I figure it will get out sooner or later that we're back in England. So, for the time being, I think it's a better move to have it announced on our terms, rather than someone else's, someone who may have an agenda."
"As if you don't have an agenda, Lord Black." Lily counters, smirking at her husband.
"Well, now that you mention it, I haven't properly showed you our bedroom yet."
Lily can't help but roll her eyes at her husband as she waits for him to continue.
"Well," says a grinning Sirius, "I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. It's about time England remembered what the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black is capable of."
Lily groans at that thought. "Oh no, everyone run."
Sirius just smiles and looks to Harry, watching the teen shove the last of his bacon into his mouth. "Now, let's go see the pitch."
Many miles away, a large jovial man sits reading a book.
Cyrus Greengrass looks up from the book he's reading after hearing the door to his study open. In stepped a rather sheepish looking house elf. "Master has a very important letter sir. Chiby bring it right away she sorry to interrupt Masters relaxation." The elf quickly brings Cyrus a parchment envelope bowing low she retreats out of the room leaving the door cracked. Looking at the parchment envelope he sees Lord Cyrus Greengrass written in emerald green ink. Just as he was about to open it he hears a voice from behind him.
"Who's that from, Father?" asks a pretty girl with ice blue eyes, her long, wavy, blonde hair hanging over one shoulder.
Cyrus looks at his oldest daughter, and heir, Daphne before giving her a smile and waving her over. "I'm not sure sweetheart let's find out together." They both gather around the desk as he unfurls the letter.
The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black
The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, does herby invite you to attend a Summer Ball at Black Manor.
The ball will be formal and will be held on July the 1st at 6pm. There will be dinner with dance to follow.
Your attendance would be much appreciated, so you may join us in celebrating our return to England as friends and allies of the Most Noble House.
Please R.S.V.P. by June the 15th.
Yours Truly,
Lady Lily Black
Lord Greengrass looks up from the letter in shock.
Lady Lily Black as in Lily Potter? he thinksto himself. No, it couldn't be…could it?
Daphne recovers from her shock at this news quickly, and looks over at her father. "Father, would you like to draft the reply, or should I?"
There is no way her father could say no to such an invitation, not to one of the Noble and Ancient Houses, but he appears to still be in shock.
Barely hearing what his daughter says to him, he nods. "Huh, oh yes. Right, yes, please respond for me, honey. I need to go and get some air."
Daphne quickly got a self-inking quill and the finest parchment she could find. She then begins the return letter.
Dear Lady Black
On behalf of The Ancient and Most Noble House of Greengrass, we sincerely accept your invitation to your ball. With humble thanks for inviting our family. It is good to see your family return to England as you have been sorely missed, and we will be pleased to celebrate your return.
We look forward to seeing you and your family at the ball.
Lord Cyrus Greengrass and Family
"There that should do nicely," mumbles Daphne as she presses the wax seal and returns the letter to Chiby ordering her to send it right away.
"Have you finished our reply dear" asks her father from behind her.
"Yes, Father, but now we must get something proper to wear."
Cyrus Greengrass can't help but smile as he sees the ice in his daughter melt at the thought of shopping. So much like her mother.
"Go and find Astoria and we shall go shopping." Daphne stands with grace and walked calmly out the door.
The second she's out the door, she ran up the stairs in search of her little sister.
Harry smiles as he soars through the air chasing the little golden snitch. He can't help but remember how wonderful things had been in America, but having your own pitch was amazing. He spots the snitch ten feet off the ground and immediately went into a dive.
In the back of his mind, he could feel the wind against his skin, hear it whistling distantly in his ears, but all he could truly concentrate on was that little ball of gold in his vision. Then everything else was gone, tuned out as he placed his feet on the end of his broom yanking up as he practically stood on the end leveling out a few feet above the ground. Harry rocketed towards the little ball and scooped it right out of the air.
"Woooo! YEAH! That's my boy."
Harry drops the last few feet, landing before his dad with a wide grin.
"Getting a little practice in, I see. You're a shoe in for the House team." says a beaming Sirius.
"Thanks, pops. I hope so. I'll miss the guys from Illvermorny, but maybe I'll mesh well at Hogwarts." replied Harry apprehensively.
"Oh, you'll love it just like your dads." says a smiling Lily as she walks up to her boys. "Now you both better start getting ready. Guests will be arriving soon."
With her hand on her hip she watches them both sulk off towards the Manor. She shakes her head as she follows them, biting her lip in an attempt to try and keep from laughing.
Harry walks into his room, closing the door as he sets his broom down. After a hot shower and a quick rub down with a towel, Harry digs out his dress robes, slipping on his black slacks and shirt followed by his emerald green tie. Lastly pulling on the dark green almost black outer robe.
Looking in the mirror over his dresser, Harry can't help but like the outfit his mom had pretty much thrown together last minute.
She always manages to make me look more noble. Harry thinks as he picks up his dark emerald cloak. He puts it on, slipping his wand in its wrist holster and flicking it out a few times to make sure it wasn't interfered with. Good. Now I'm ready. Harry thinks as he heads downstairs.
Sirius makes his way into the master bedroom, dropping his cloak on a chair in front of a small wooden desk as he enters. He hears the door shut behind him as he drops his shirt to the floor.
Small arms reach around him and caress his body. Turning slowly in his wife's arms, Sirius sees the look in her eyes: one of need.
"We have a little time, if you're not too tired from watching Harry." Lily tells him with a smirk, walking into to the bathroom.
Sirius smiles at the frisky woman and downright smirks as he hears the shower turn on.
"Are you coming?" Lily calls through the doorway.
Following her, he freezes in the doorway, his breath catching as he sees the beautiful redhead's heart-shaped bare ass. His eyes darken as she winks over her shoulder.
Growling low in his throat, he practically rips the rest of his clothes moving quickly across the tile floor.
By the time he makes it to the shower, Lily has already slipped into the steam filled tub. He takes a moment, watching the soapy water run down her back, over pale smooth skin, down the crevice of her ass.
He doesn't bother to hide his groan.
"Well, quit pining and join me already." Lily taunts, trailing her hands down the front of her body slowly, teasing him further.
She starts by rubbing both hands across her breast, moaning quietly, closing her eyes as she gives them a firm squeeze. She abandons them to trail further down her body, but they're quickly replaced by her husband's own eager hands.
Sirius isn't surprised by how quickly he breaks. How quickly he finds that he can't handle it anymore, and he pulls her into his chest, biting her collarbone he slowly slides his hand between the redhead's legs.
Lily pants, trying to drag breath into uncooperative lungs, her desire pulsing as he slowly runs his fingers over her outer lips.
"Oh, please, Sirius." She begs, pressing back against his hard cock. Groaning Sirius flips her around kissing her roughly as he slides his hand under her ass. Lily gives a little hop, as he presses her against the wall, wrapping her legs around his muscular body.
Barely able to control himself Sirius enters her roughly, savoring her to scream before he begins to move, setting a steady rhythm, shoving her against the wall harder as he trails bites from her lips, to her neck, to her breasts.
She feels the heat start to rise in her body and she buries her head against his neck, barely muffling her scream of release.
Sirius, unable to hold back any longer, bites down on her neck as his body spasms with his own release. Pushing her a little firmer against the wall, he gasps for breath.
Lily gives him a very satisfied smile before she kisses him softly, running her fingers through his wet, tangled mess of hair.
"We need to get up, baby, they'll be here soon." She whispers into his neck.
"I know, I know. Lord, woman you'll be the death of me." Sirius mutters back mutinously, slowly letting her down and stepping away from her.
Lily takes a moment to steady herself before stepping out of the shower, draping a towel around herself. Lily looks over her shoulder as she leaves the bathroom. "Maybe, but you must admit, it'd be a way to go."
Sirius could only stare dumbfounded after her, before he realizes he needs to finish his shower.
Harry looks up as his parents enter the living room from the foyer.
"Wow, Mom, you look great!"
Lily looks down at her simple black dress, cut low down the front, until right above her belly button, the hem ending an inch above her knee.
"She looks hot." Says a laughing Sirius, "I'd take her right now if we had the time."
Lily's cheeks burn at her husband's brass, but she didn't the smirk that found its way to her face. It wasn't much of a secret that she loved to show off her body.
"YUCK! Dad, I did NOT need to hear that." Harry insists, sticking his tongue out in mock-disgust. "So, why are we down here so early, Mom?" Harry asks curiously.
"Well, your dad and I have a surprise for you and it should be here any minute."
Just as Lily finishes her sentence, the fireplace lets out a loud whoosh and green flames erupted in its hearth. Harry watches the fireplace with a curious eye. No guests were to arrive this early.
Out of the flames slid two trunks, one after the other, and then out stepped a pleasant blast from Harry's not-so-distant past.
Standing at just over 6'2", and built almost solid, athletic muscle from playing beater for his school team for the past four years beating out the baby fat of youth, with dark brown hair cut right above his ears, and the dark chocolate of his eyes, James Yale was an imposing figure for only being 16. Add his natural charm, making him a heart stopper with the ladies, and immense power as a wizard it was no wonder that he was Harrys best friend from America.
"Hiya, Harriet, miss me?" James asks with a cocky grin, holding his arms out for a hug.
Harry didn't make him wait, instantly wrapping his best friend in a hug. "What are you doing here, James? School starts soon for you too, you should be getting ready."
Pulling away from the hug to get a better look at his friend, Harry noticed that James looked worn down, unusual for James, who was normally a natural ball of energy.
"What happened" Harry asks, looking from his parents to his friend.
James looked at the ground before answering, Harry, someone he was certain was likely the only true friend he'd ever had.
"I was expelled from Illvermorny." He admits softly. "Your mom is helping me get enrolled at Hogwarts with you." He ended with a small smile.
"Expelled! For what you haven't even been to school yet this year?"
"I'll explain later, ok man, right now I need to get ready for a ball. Have to make the Ancient and Most Noble House of Yale proud." says a slightly exasperated James. The taller teen turns to Lily.
"May I ask where my room is, Lady Black?"
Lily smiles at the young Yale heir. "Bill will escort you" With a loud POP Bill is there. "Follow me Master James it is upstairs first door on the right"
"Thank you, Lady Black," says James as he bows low gives her a charming smile. "I'll go get changed then if you don't mind."
"That boy is good," chuckles Sirius as James walks off. "I may even like him."
"Mom, what happened with James? Why was he expelled? How could he be expelled? He's to become Lord Yale when he next goes to Gringotts."
"Harry." Lily says firmly. "James will explain when he is ready, and not a second before. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mother." Harry mumbles, apologetic. "I'm sorry. I won't pressure him, I promise."
"Good." Sirius interjects. "Because our guests will be here in a few minutes."
After getting his trunks situated in his new room, James lets out a sigh of relief.
He's done it. He's enrolled at Hogwarts and he would be going there with his best friend.
He knows he should be happy, but the past few days are still haunting the young American wizard.
"Oh well. I'll just have to make sure I doubly enjoy myself tonight, wont I." he tells himself firmly.
He reaches into his trunk and pulls out a pitch-black pair of slacks and an equally black button-down shirt.
He started to change removing his t-shirt gingerly as it forced the black tank top he wore underneath it scraped against the new injuries on his back.
Oh well, that's just a few more than before. He thinks to himself.
He pulled the slacks on and slipped on a black leather belt with a buckle in the shape of a silver bear. After the belt was secure, he slipped on the shirt and buttoned it, leaving the top two buttons undone, and not bothering to tuck the shirt in with his black tank top already tucked in beneath it, went to the bathroom and ran some water over his hair. Looking at himself in the mirror James liked what he saw.
Smart, but a rebel. He thought with a smirk.
Grabbing a pair of silver cufflinks that matched the belt he deemed himself ready to go so he headed back downstairs to meet with the Black family.
Lily looked up at the sound of James coming down the stairs and let out an exasperated sigh at the sight of him. He will do whatever he likes no matter what anyone else thinks. she thinks to herself.
Sirius stopped himself from laughing, as he secretly admired the boy and his marauderish ways. "Boys come here for a second, will you." Both Harry and James come to stand beside Sirius as he begins to speak. "Okay, Harry as you already know, we'll be using this as an opportunity to expand House Potter and House Black's standing and influence. James, now that you're here it'll be a great time to show them that House Yale is back and ready to play. Your House comes with a lot of prestige and influence, but no one in Britain has seen a Yale in over a hundred years, so you'll have your work cut out for you."
Harry nods and James gives him a crooked grin. "Oh, I plan on making an impression Lord Black. One that I hope they don't forget."
Sirius smiles at the pair. Oh Lord help them here comes the devils themselves. thinks Sirius chuckling to himself.
"Sirius, dear, here they come." Announces Lily from behind them.
Green flames shot up in the hearth as before.
"Show time." says Sirius, glancing back at the boys as they compose themselves.
Out of the flames stepped a slightly large man with raven hair dressed in a smart black tux with a white undershirt and red tie. Shortly afterwards, two girls follow, each stepping up to flank him, one to his right, one to his left.
The girl on his right was around Harry and James' age with blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She was dressed in a form fitting royal blue dress that hugged in all the right places, with a v-neck that cut down between breasts, revealing just enough of her cleavage to tease, and a slit up the side to mid-thigh. The dress, already only coming to about knee length without the slit up the side, gave both boys pause as they eyed her. It was plain as day to them that there was no bra holding up the thin strapped dress or the perky breast that was under it.
The girl to his left had raven hair, just like her father, but looked to be a year or two younger than the other teens in the room. She was dressed in a simple strapless lavender dress that came right above her knees. It had A low curved neckline that hinted but didn't show very much. At the bottom of the dress it furled out in a wavy skirt that had a small line of pink lace around the edge.
Sirius stepped forward to begin introductions, bowing only slightly at the waist before speaking.
"Lily, boys, this is Lord Cyrus Greengrass and these two lovely girls must be your daughters."
Cyrus returned the formal bow, dipping a little lower in deference to being in the Black home. "Yes," he motioned to the girl on his right. "This is my eldest and heir, Daphne, and this is my youngest, Astoria."
Both girls curtsied to the Lord Black.
"Thank you for inviting us to your ball, Lord Black, it is good to see you return." Cyrus told them, drawing their attention back to him.
"Thank you Lord Greengrass allow me to introduce you to my family. This lovely visage is my wife, Lady Lily Black, yes, formally the Lady Potter," he motions Harry forward, "and this is my son and heir, Harry Potter-Black." Both members of his family gave a curtsy to the Lord Greengrass as they were introduced. "Also, allow me to introduce James Yale, soon to be Lord Yale of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Yale. He will be staying with us as he attends Hogwarts with Harry."
Harry smiles. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Greengrass, and if you'll permit me to say, what lovely daughters you have."
James steps forward an executes a low bow looking up he winks at Daphne who blushes slightly. Straightening, he gives Cyrus almost his full attention, one eye still on the man's heir. "Lord Greengrass, it is a pleasure to meet you at last, good sir. I have heard many things about you, but none that could even begin to describe the beauty that is at your side."
The Greengrass Lord's eyes shoot up in shock as he hears the thick American southern drawl that the young lord speaks in, though he is quick to school his expression again.
To his right and left the girls' cheeks slightly redden at his comment and his accent. Daphne in particular can't help but squirm a little, as his voice seems to bury itself in her all the way from her ears to her most sensitive areas.
Cyrus' lips curl up in a smile. "My boy, that accent of yours will be the fault of many a lady here in Britain. I'm sorry I didn't think about the fact that you have been raised American."
James gives him his customary crooked grin. "No need to apologize, sir, I understand."
Sirius speaks up, once again taking command of the room. "Lord Greengrass, if you will follow Lily through to the ballroom, we'll be there shortly."
Once he is out of the room Sirius smiles at his family. "Well, that went splendid. Very nice work, boys, I think you hand the younger girl ready to faint." They all turn back to the fire, as once again, the flames turn green.
Out stepped a rather attractive older female. She had dark red shoulder length hair a slim build, except for the rather large bosom that was straining against the fabric of her button up blouse. She wore a simple ankle length black skirt, the heels she wore only assisted in emphasizing her ankles. Despite her beauty, she looked alert, professional, and slightly intimidating.
The next person out of the flames had the boys almost drooling. The young woman, face framed by long wavy strawberry blonde hair and startling grey eyes was beautiful in a different way to the woman she came to stand beside. She had an innocence about her that was in no way hiding the fact that she knew she was drop dead gorgeous and wasn't hesitant to show it off. In a silver v-neck dress that barely contained the beautiful blonde's bust, Susan Bones instantly got the boys' undivided attention as they admired how the dress ended at her knees hugging her bubble-shaped ass.
Sirius nudges James in the side, whispering to him. "That is Amelia and Susan Bones. The Noble House of Bones is a vassal of House Yale. Maybe you should speak to them."
With a slow nod, James walks up to the two ladies trying to clear his head he bends at the waist and bows. "Hello Lady and Heiress Bones, please allow me to introduce myself. I am James Yale, Heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Yale. I wanted to personally welcome you to Black Manor, where I am currently staying as a guest of Lord Black and his esteemed family." Straightening and gesturing to the Black Family behind him, he continues. "Allow me to introduce you to Lord Sirius Black, who has graciously opened his home to us all tonight." Sirius smiles at Amelia as he takes her hand and kissed it.
"Hello, Amelia, it has been too long, has it not." A ghost of a smile creases the eldest Bones' face.
"Hello, Sirius, you old hound. How have you been?" Sirius just shrugs with a smile, and Amelia turned her attention back to James, curtseying to the young Heir. "Heir Yale, it is my esteemed pleasure to welcome your family back to Britain alongside House Black. I'm not sure if you are aware but House Bones is a vassal of House Yale if there is anything," she looks him straight in the eyes as she said the word, "that we can do for you, please let me, or my niece and Heiress, know."
Susan blushes bright crimson at the tone in which her aunt speaks these words and makes no secret of eyeing the young Heir. He is just wow, she thoughtto herself. I wonder if he'll dance with me. Aunty wanted me to engage him.
Amelia spoke to James again as they move away from the fire, so Sirius could welcome the next group of guests. "So, Heir Yale when will you assume the mantle of your House, if you don't mind me asking?"
James turns a bright smile towards the Lady Bones as the three of them settled in a corner, the two women sitting on a sofa and James an armchair nearby. "Of course not, milady. I plan to go to Gringotts tomorrow with Harry to take our inheritance test. After that, I will be able to assume the mantle."
Madam Bones nods at this information then nudges her niece as she excused herself to go mingle with several other guests as they all move out of the den and into the ballroom.
Susan, taking the hint, reluctantly bows low to the young heir, knowing full well that in doing so she was giving him an excellent look down her dress at her exposed cleavage. Holding the bow for a few seconds longer than would normally be appropriate, she straightened up, face a pale pink. "If you'll excuse me, Lord Yale, I will go with my aunt unless there is anything you need."
Nodding to her, James watches her catch up with her aunt before he turns to greet his next vassal family.
The family of two stepped his way, having waited patiently until the young heir was through with the Bones', the mother curtsying. "Lord Yale, allow me to introduce myself, I am Justine Davis, and this is my daughter, Tracey. We are here if you need anything, sir. Tracey will make sure she's available if you need us."
James took the obvious invitation and gave Tracey a very thorough once over.
She was rather short probably 5'5", with long brown hair and light brown eyes. She had pale skin, that was only accented by the red dress she wore. The dress itself left his pants tighter coming a couple inches below her shapely ass with a slit down the front that went to right below her pierced navel showing off glimpses of her large breasts, much to James' obvious enjoyment.
Smirking at the obvious reaction to her dress, Tracey waved her mom off as she bent forward in a bow, earning her a slight growl as the young heir got even more of an eyeful. She looked up at him through her lashes and smiled, more or less at eye level with growing bulge. The young heiress hummed, licking her lips as she straightened. "I am definitely available for anything you need, Master Yale."
James laughed breathlessly. "I may take you up on that in a little while Ms. Davis. For now, enjoy the party."
Spotting Harry through the growing mass of people, still standing with his family, James makes a beeline for them.
Lily is the first to see seeing him coming and smiles, motioning him closer.
"Well, everyone is here. Why don't you boys mingle with the adults first, then take the other children to the smaller ballroom." Lily says, as they enter the ballroom, the boys separating from the two adults as she and Sirius step onto the stage.
Everyone turns to the two patrons as the room goes quiet.
Sirius clears his throat, letting the familiar feel of being before peers slide down his spine before he starts to speak. "Hello to you all, and welcome to Black Manor. First, I would like to thank you all for your warm welcomes back to Britain, and your congratulations on our marriage. I'm sure it was a little shocking." Sirius smirks, getting a chuckle out of the crowd and a few quiet snorts.
Lily couldn't help but smile.
Sirius continued. "Yes, it was a surprise for us too, but we both love each other and know James wouldn't have wanted it any other way. So now that's out of the way and you all look so ready to dance, shall we begin?" Gesturing to the band behind him, a slow song begins and Sirius takes Lily's hand, escorting her off the stage and onto the middle of the floor, opening the dance.
Amelia feels a slight tap on her shoulder turning around she sees a beaming James. He holds out his hand and gives her a slight bow. "May I have this dance, Lady Bones?"
Taken back by the unexpected offer, Amelia waves at the teen girls around the hall with a half-smile. "Wouldn't they be more your style, Lord Yale?"
Giving her another smile he shrugs, hand still between them. "Oh, I will dance with a few, but I think I want to dance with you first. And please, call me James. I'm no lord yet."
Sighing with a smile, she takes his hand and he immediately leads her to the floor taking charge. Amelia allows herself to be led as she glances over the teen's shoulder at the other couples.
Daphne sees Harry walking up to her, giving the other teen her full attention as he stops a few feet in front of her, bowing with a slight smile, offering her his hand.
"Heiress Greengrass, would you do me the honor of being my first partner?"
A small coloring of her cheeks makes Harry smile even wider as she takes his hand.
Wow this day is getting good already she's so sexy. Harry thinks to himself as he leads her out on the dance floor.
They dance to a couple of songs together, before Harry tells her that they have a hall set up for the teens in the room next door. "I can gather the others, if you'd like to head there. I'm sure some have already moved there."
Daphne walks into the other hall, fanning herself. Dropping onto one of the sofa's spread around the edges of the room, she slips off one of her shoes, rubbing the bottom of her foot on the ground.
Oh, my god she thinks to herself he is such a great dancer and so incredibly hot.
She looks up as the other teens start to file in some starting to dance others seeing the sofas begin to relax, some of the girls following Daphne's lead and taking off shoes, briefly, to relieve their aching toes.
Harry enters, followed by James, and with a flick of his wand Harry turns on more age friendly music.
"Okay, everyone who wants something to drink?" Harry calls, moving towards the bar at the end of the hall. The young heir takes everyone's order personally and sends them out before leaning on the wood bar top and taking in his fellow heirs and heiresses.
He spots Hannah Abbot sitting by herself while many of the others are dancing and mingling, so he grabs his own glass and drops into the seat next to her.
"Knut for your thoughts" he asks the girl.
Hannah jumps slightly as the sofa moves with his joining her. Blushing deeply as she realizes who has joined her, she stammers. "Oh! Lord Potter, I'm sorry. I didn't see you."
Chuckling lightly, he gives the shy girl a warm smile. "Obviously," he takes her hand and gives it a soft kiss, causing the girl to blush deeper. "What's on your mind, my lady?"
"I-uh-I-I was just thinking how nice you all are. We didn't know what to expect, with you being raised by Lord Black in America. N-not to say Lord Black is a bad person. He's very friendly and nice, but I've always thought, you know, Americans were, well not…very…nice." The girl finished in a whisper, taking a deep breath and blushing brightly as Harry started laughing.
"Well, not all of them are. Though if you go around where James is from they have this certain way, where they are friendly no matter who you are…until you make them mad." he tells a very attentive Hannah. Giving her hand a squeeze, he continues. "As for dad, yes he is a Black by blood, but he really is a good guy."
Standing he pulls her up, with the hand she hadn't realized she hadn't gotten back. "Come dance with me." He says, pulling her to the dance floor.
James glances around the dancing crowd getting frustrated. He didn't do well in crowds where there wasn't an audience to impress. A mask to wear.
Then he saw a sexy brown head in an even sexier dress.
Smiling to himself, he moved until he was right behind the dancing girl and placed his hands on her hips and pulling her back slightly, just enough to bring her closer, but not enough to break her balance.
Tracey whips around, ready to give someone a slap. When she catches sight of who was 'assaulting' her, her breath caught as his hands resumed their places on her hips.
"Hello, Ms. Davis, may I?"
Tracey nods, wrestling her mind back under control and presses closer, catching a whiff of his cologne and offering up a seductive twist of her lips. "Seems to me you were already taking the liberty, Lord Yale." Pressing against his body, running her hands up his chest to wrap them around his neck, she felt him harden against her stomach. "Perhaps you would like to talk…privately." She says suggestively.
With one of his crooked grins, he took her hand and headed for the door.
He brought them both to a stop as Sirius and the parents came through.
Damn it. He thought to himself.
Sirius walks up to the platform and the music stops.
"Hello, once again." he says with a light chuckle. "We, that is us 'old folks', just discussed a Black tradition that goes back many generations. I am, of course, speaking of is the Ball Dueling Tournament." The teens start whispering to each other, but Sirius just keeps talking. "Your families have all agreed to let you participate, if it's something you're interested in, of course. The winner will receive 1500 galleons, and of course curie favor for their family. We'll give you a few minutes to think it over." Sirius takes a step back and Lily wraps herself around his arm, watching the children below them with a soft smile.
"Is he serious?" Hannah asked Harry, growing ever more aware that he was still holding her hand, but she didn't find it nearly as insulting or overwhelming as she thought she would.
Almost like he's aware of her thoughts, he kisses her hand before giving her a wry smile. "Yes, it is a tradition. I'll see you in a little while, my lovely Badger."
Hannah blushes crimson at his parting remarks.
Sirius returns to the edge of the platform, a House Elf standing just behind him with an old brown top hat. A wave of his wand produces a plain looking wooden table, which he places the hat and several pieces of torn parchment onto before giving his attention back to the teenagers below him.
"Alright." He says, rubbing his hands together. "To enter, all you have to do is put your name in the hat. We will then randomly generate the duels. As for the rules, any spell not meant to kill or do any permanent damage, will be allowed. As I have assured your parents, there are trained healers on hand the property." He rubs his hands together again, more eagerly this time. "So, who's first?"
Harry looks at James, his best friend coming up and leaning an arm on one of his shoulders, propriety be damned, as the other teens begin to place their names in the hat.
"It's a Black Family Ball," the taller teen says with a shrug and a smirk. "You know I won't interfere."
Harry shrugs his unoccupied shoulder. "I figured I'd at least give you the option, you haven't dueled in a while" Harry says, giving him a smirk of his own.
A familiar voice spoke from behind them.
"What are you two talking about?" asks Lady Bones lightly.
Turning to look at the Bones matriarch both boys offer her small, secretive smiles as a few of the teens joined them, names proudly in the hat.
"We don't duel in the same competitions, so we we're deciding who will enter." Harry says.
The idea brought a confused look to many of the faces around them, after all, why wouldn't two supposedly powerful wizards not want to test themselves against one another.
"Why not, if I may ask?" The Lady asks, glancing at the accumulating teenagers.
"We don't duel each other." James answers readily.
"Well, that doesn't seem very fun." Tracey points out, several others nodding along with her statement. "I love dueling my friends."
"Well, we don't." James tells her sharply.
Tracey narrows her eyes, but shrugs his tone off. "Well, you need to today."
"Why is that?" Harry asks, intervening before James could get any more riled up than he was.
It was Amelia who answered his question, glancing at both teens with glacial eyes. "So, that your vassals may see that you are a worthy lord that can defend them if needed. It is our right to judge that power, as our own reputations will soon be linked with your own."
The boys exchange silent words for several long minutes, but James sighs and Harry smiles.
"I'm sorry." Harry says, sounding genuinely apologetic. "I just don't think James will go for it."
His friend grunts, expression neutral.
"What if we sweeten the pot?" says Daphne after a quick, whispered conversation with a few of the girls.
Eager for the distraction, though not quite willing to change his mind, James turns a crooked grin in her direction.
"I'm listening, beautiful."
Daphne blushes lightly, but she's rapidly growing used to the taller teen's propensity to flirt, and it fades just as quickly as it had spread.
"What if we each agree to go on a date with both of you?" She asks, gesturing to herself, Tracey, Hannah, Susan, and Astoria.
James thinks about it for a minute, before looking at Harry, who grins. The taller teen sighs, realizing that his friend was already on board, probably had been before the offer of dates was on the table.
"Fine." He says stiffly. "I'm doing this under protest, just remember that." He points a finger at Harry, as though the entire ordeal was the Potter Heir's fault.
Several minutes later, Lily conjures each girl a pair of tight shorts, aware of how young women dress, and how the 'mysteries' of no panty lines are achieved.
"So, you don't have to worry." She tells the girls with a mischievous grin.
The girls smile as they take them, but Tracey catches James' eye, smirking as she slowly, deliberately drops them into the trash.
Sirius pulls himself away from where he'd unobtrusively been watching his son and his best friend try and talk their way out of competing against one another, approaching the hat. Once he's certain he has everyone's undivided attention, he reaches in and pulls out a slip of parchment.
"And our first match will be…Theodore Nott," A tall, though not quite as tall as James, well-built teen with dark hair walks up to the stage with a sulk. Sirius reaches in a second time. "Versus Harry Potter."
Harry grins as he walks, with a slightly skip to his step, up to the 'stage' and Sirius waves his wand, activating several wards on the platform to protect the observers from any stray spells.
A few of the boys snicker, but James' attention is caught by a pale blonde teen, a Malfoy if his platinum, almost silver, blond hair was any evidence, who whispers to a boy who looks to be at least half troll.
"Theodore will knock him on his ass. So much for the great Harry fucking Potter." The blond whispers.
Sirius struts up to the edge of the wards. "Okay boys," he starts, "remember anything not meant to kill or seriously injure is allowed. Salute your opponents."
Both boys raise their wands before they spin and begin to walk to Sirius' count.
"3…2…1….begin!"
On hearing Sirius' command, Theo spins sharply, his first spell flying. "Stupefy!"
The bright red stunner was casually sidestepped with a careful pirouette, Harry turning to watch his opponent carefully.
Theo growls. "Expelliarmus!" he snaps, immediately following up with another stunner, hoping that while Harry tried to keep his wand, the stunner would connect.
Amateur. Harry thinks with a mental sneer. He pivots on his one foot, moving just barely out of the way of the first spell, and barely blinks as he wordlessly redirects the second into the ward around them with a blasé wave of his hand.
"Is this the best you have, Theodore?" Harry taunts.
His opponent immediately advances on him, pupils blown wide with rage. Just before he's within reach of Harry, Theo whips his wand around his head as he screams, "DEPULSO"
Harry mentally counts the seconds, waiting for the spell to almost reach him before as he brings his wand up in a back-hand motion and swats the spell back at the confused boy. Theodore has just enough time to see his spell fly back at him, sidestepping and attempting to redirect the banishing charm, only succeeding in avoiding the spell. The power that it had been redirected by Harry, however, put enough additional power behind it to blow Theo back against the wards.
He slumps to the ground, vision swimming. Blood trickles down his chin, though whether it's from internal damage, or the teen quickly losing consciousness had bitten his own tongue, Harry wasn't sure.
Sirius immediately pulled the wards down, two healers rushing past the Lord, one quickly moving to hover over Theodore, wand moving feverishly over the teen to best diagnose his condition.
Harry waves off the one headed his way.
Sirius claps Harry on the back as they walk past each other so he can announce the next match. Harry goes and sits down on one of the couches. A glass of sweet tea is floating in his face causing him to smile as he accepts it. "Thanks James" he says as his friend walks up with Tracey Davis and Hannah Abbot. "Not a problem good duel even if it was sloppy." "SLOPPY" says a confused Hannah. "How on earth was that sloppy he made it look so easy? I'm so jealous I wish I was that good." Harry couldn't help laughing at the slightly huffing girl. He also couldn't help but notice the way it made her breast rise and fall. "It was sloppy we were trained to duel at Illvermorny its mandatory and Harry would have got a poor grade for that." Harry casually flips him the bird causing them both to laugh.
"Well as we are no longer at Illvermorny I don't need to obey their rules I wanted to gauge how Hogwarts students dueled so I went against tradition. Sue me." "I found it sexy you made him look so weak an all you did was play with him" Tracey said eyeing Harry naughtily.
"How did you break with tradition I..if I'm allowed to ask?" Said a nervous Hannah. With a sigh, Harry puts down his drink rubbing the bridge of his nose. Before looking up and smiling at the pretty girl.
"At Illvermorny dueling is a major part of the school curriculum. I mean Major with a capital M. Each house has its own tournaments done by year and by overall power. Then you have the overall school list also done by year house and power. Me and James are two of three fourth years to make the top twenty-five list. There are very few rules when it comes to the duels mainly no trying to kill the other or permanent harm.
The boring rule James is referring to is called on when a match is so obviously one sided the more powerful witch or wizard is to end the duel quickly so the lesser may receive less embarrassment.
After looking thoughtful for a few moments Tracey spoke up. "So, you two are in the top twenty-five of your year that's really awesome." Hannah nodding along to what Tracey was saying added "she's right that has to be an amazing accomplishment." Both boys began to chuckle looking at the confused look on the girls faces made them outright laugh. "WHAT what's so funny" said a slightly aggravated Tracey as she didn't like being laughed at.
James barely able to catch his breath replied. "We never said which list we were top in." "Oh well top in your house is pretty great too" said Hannah. James steps away and with one of his crooked grins he goes to sit down calling over his shoulder. "He meant top twenty-five in the school overall."
"Next up we have Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass ladies if you'll take the stage please."
Both girls quickly get on the stage taking their wands out staring at the other with contempt. "You're about to show everyone what's under that dress little Bones." Said a sneering Daphne. "I'm sure most of them have already seen what's under yours Daphne." Said Susan with content.
Sirius just raises an eyebrow and shrugs. "Ok in 3,2,1 GO." Susan immediately jumps to the side and stabs her wand at Daphne practically screeching "DEPULSO." Daphne raises a shield with a hasty uttered Protego. She looks at the Hufflepuff and drops the shield casting a stunner directly at the other girl. When Susan raises her own shield and steps to the side Daphne smirks as she quickly cast Diffendo hitting the girls left shoulder cutting her dress strap but miraculously not her skin. " I'm going to teach this little bitch a lesson."
Susan hastily brings up another shield cursing herself for letting the Ice queen hit her. She slips from behind her shield and starts to rapid cast at the other girl. "Expelliarmus, Stupefy, DEPULSO."
Daphne's quick shield catches the first two spells but the banisher shatters it and the residual power knocks her on her back causing the crowd to cheer at the clever move. Daphne pulls up another shield as she slowly stands winching. "You're going to pay for that bitch."
She starts her own chain of casting over powering and underpowering her spells to confuse the other girl. "Bombardas, expelliarmas, stupefy, pertrifucus totalas, diffendo."
Her last two spells hit the other girl as the others destroy her shield. Susan is frozen in place as she realizes what Daphne did her dress falls to the ground as both straps are now cut. Daphne smirks and casually waves her wand at the other girls' shorts. Evanesco garment vanishing the shorts leaving the Hufflepuff girl frozen in only her white cotton bra and panties.
"Told you they would get to see bitch." Says Daphne as she releases the body bind. Susan quickly pulls her dress up and runs off the stage crying to wolf whistles and catcalls. Sirius gets on the stage as Daphne is getting down. Clapping his hands together "Now that was a duel well our next two are none other than James Yale and Draco Malfoy boys you're up.
Draco just finished coping a feel of Bones ass as she ran by on her way to the floo grins an walks up the stage. James slowly makes his way onto the stage looking bored.
"Let's get this over with." Draco scowls at his indifferent behavior. "Do you know who I am you should feel lucky honored even to be getting to duel someone of my caliber and stature show some respect." This causes James to look at the boy before him. "Why would I show some piss ant asswipe like you any respect. Your nothing but talk and I'm about to shut that shithole you call a mouth up if you don't do it." The crowd gasp at his crass language. "3,2,1 GO."
James casually raises a shield waiting on Malfoy. Malfoy does what he predicts an quickly falls into an all-out offense casting overpowered spells at his shield. When James sees, him begin to wind down he swiftly drops his shield swatting Malfoys disarming hex back at its owner causing Malfoys wand to fly out of his hand. James wasn't through yet without a second thought he swishes his wand at the pale blond boy an mutters. "Brakkius" A thin orange spell flies from his wand hitting Draco in his leg and everyone winces at the audible CRACK they hear as Draco's leg bones shatters under the bone breaking curse.
The Malfoy heir falls to the ground screaming and crying like a banshee in heat. " HEEELLLPPP ME PLEAAASSSEEEE! SOMEone please!" The wards come down as the healers quickly stun the boy and move him to the infirmary. His mother follows them quickly worried about her son. Lucius Malfoy quickly cuts James off from leaving the stage. "WHO the bloody hell do you think you are doing that to my son you insolent little shit." He snarls at James.
James casually looks into the man's eyes causing him to take a step back. "All I did was teach him his place it's not my fault you haven't taught your son how a real man duels although that's probably because you wouldn't know either."
His statement causes the crowd to hold their breath as they watch the two. Lucius begins to draw his wand from his cane to curse the boy who dared insult him or his family. His wife was walking up to his side at the time.
Before Lucius even gets his wand a quarter of the way out he feels something sharp under his chin realizing that its James wand he gulps freezing where he is. "He is so fast how the hell did he do that." "IF you wish to draw that wand it had better be in a Lords Honor Duel Lord Malfoy or I will put you down before you have it halfway." Lucius looks at the boy before him and sees the fire in his eyes. "A Lords Honor Duel ha you may be the heir to the House of Yale but you didn't inherit their wisdom did you boy you know if I accept and win said duel anything and everything you own is mine. Your title your lands your gold if you have servants a wife or betrothed it will all be mine do you realize what you have left yourself open for boy. He snarled at James.
"Yes, I do Lord Malfoy but if I win the same goes for you so shall I make it official. Lord Malfoy I challenge you to Lords Honor Duel right here right now for the way you have treated me if Lord Black will allow us to duel in his hall for the other houses to witness."
Sirius looks stunned but nods his agreement to the duo. Lucius looks at the boy before him with a sneer did a mere boy really believe he could beat him Lord Malfoy former death eater he would show him his place. "I accept your challenge Heir Yale."
They both walk to opposite sides of the stage an wait as Sirius raises the wards and strengthens them. "Ok um on 3,2,1 GO." Lucius draws his wand as fast as he can but the boy in front of him suddenly disappears. He looks around quickly confused as to where he went he couldn't have apparated out of the duel. The wards would never have allowed it.
James cast a disillusionment charm the second he heard go and quickly jumped to the right. He cast a silencing spell on himself to silence his feet and breathing quickly making his way around the panicked man in front of him.
He had just made it around behind Lucius as the man started casting wide spread banishment charms where James had started the duel. With a flick of his wand James drops his charms and points his wand at the shoulder of Lucius wand arm. "Brakkius" CRACK switching his aim quickly he hits the other shoulder "Brakkius" the left leg "Brakkius" right leg "Brakkius."
After the fourth incredibly loud crack Malfoy falls to the ground on his stomach screaming. James quickly silences the man then looks at the crowd. "I need two of the Ancient and Noble House to decide and call this duel please." He said this in such a calm way it was a few moments before Sirius responded.
"James the rules here in Britain are a little different than in America. I'm sorry I forgot you didn't know in America the houses can call an Honor duel between Lords but here in Britain it can only be decided by finishing one's opponent or surrender." Sirius said these words with a grimace.
James merely shrugged at this and quickly cast a mild painkilling charm on Lucius as he dropped his silencing charm. "Surrender so we can end this." Lucius spit blood at the boy standing above him. "FUCK you you'll meet your end when the dark lord returns." James merely shook his head placing the tip of his wand at the back of Malfoys neck.
"Lords Ladies if you or your heirs do not wish to see this please look away." A voice came from the crowd. "He started this you won fair and square we won't dishonor your win end it quickly so you don't either." With a slight nod James mutters "Liboltas". A pale-yellow bolt of lightning slips through the former Malfoy lords neck and just as quick as it appeared it was gone.
The only sound that could be heard was a choked sob from Lady Malfoy as she slowly bowed before James. He motioned for her to stand and follow him into another room. Lily stands on the stage to address the crowd, "I'm sorry but in light of certain events we will be asking everyone to leave we hope you enjoyed your time with us." She Sirius and Harry started saying goodbye to the others as they prepared to depart.
James shut the door behind him and Narcissa. Locking it as well he looked at his newly acquired servant. She was rather attractive with her slim build she looked many years younger than she was maybe in her later twenties. She had long blonde hair with a streak of black in it her body was slim but with luscious curves where they counted with perky 42d breast and a large round ass yes Narcissa Malfoy was many boys and men's picture of a wet dream.
She was currently in an off-white button-down blouse and knee length black skirt. James stood before her as she looked at the floor. "You know what this means don't you?"
A/N As always please review so I know if anyone else wants to read. This is revised as the original chapter had so many issues I could not even count.
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