Date: 6/22/08
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Notes: This is my third fanfic so I hope you enjoy this idea. All my other fanfics aren't abandoned, but it's just in progress. I took the advantage to post this story. Hope you like it.
Chapter One
A New Home
The train moved slowly and swiftly while a boy with a lightning scar sat there making no noises. Thoughts stimulated in his head. The brunette teenage boy couldn't believe what was happening. Lupin's words echoed in his head. The conversation that took place on July 31st, his birthday.
"Sirius Black gave you everything he owned. He wanted you to have it all. He said it in his will, Harry. If he died before you were eighteen he wanted you to get everything." Lupin hurriedly said.
"Everything?" Harry asked confused.
"He also wanted you to live in his home. Harry I've got to run but on August twenty-second you will have a ticket placed on your account to go to the Black Manor."
Lupin left after that. Harry was all confused. Sirius had given him everything. Why? He had this question scattered all over his head. A woman came into his car. She placed a bottle of cool water and giggled. She wore a black suit top and a black skirt and an ebony and gold hat. Her blond hair was in a bun. Harry looked up to smile and but only to received more giggles.
Harry remembered the reactions of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia when Harry brought up the news later that night of his birthday. Uncle Vernon just replied with a 'who would be crazy enough to let you live in their mansion?' and Aunt Petunia jumped up with tears of joyfulness and wasn't sad. She even brought down Dudley to let him know the good news. Dudley seemed jealous for he thought that Harry was just going to get more things than he was because some rich person let him live in his manor.
Everything was happening so fast. Harry Potter was just talking to Sirius a few months ago and now he's dead. The sixteen year old felt nauseous and lied down for a bit. What was happening? He getting everything from Sirius because of his will. The confused Potter hadn't had time to just sit down and think.
Sirius life was cut off so quickly. Harry Potter knew his life could end up the same way for the resentment Lord Voldemort held against him was immense. It was his sixth year in Hogwarts. After this year only one more to go. Another year and he will be old enough to use magic.
How was Voldemort going to attack this year? Whom will he use to get rid of him? Harry had too many things to worry about and now a huge load of things was being place on the dark-haired brunette sixteen year old.
The train moved on. Harry could her the train moving on the tracks making a hard noise. The door to his train car open superseding the noise the tracks were making. It was a bunch of woman who worked in the train. They giggled a lot. A lot of girls did when they saw Harry Potter. He turned out to be a handsome gentleman.
"Harry Potter the train will soon stop we want to tell you to gather your belongings and be ready to leave the train." The woman giggled as they left to tell the other guests.
The train was moving even slower than the beginning. Harry got his things and his dirty, mahogany-colored trunk of his wizard things and waited for the train to stop. The train soon jerked to a complete and still stop. He jumped off and left the train station to sit upon a brown bench.
Cars whizzed by but none stopped for Harry. It was completely fine. He still wasn't used to knowing he would be living in Sirius's home. It was hard for him to accept that Sirius was gone. He was a father to him. Nothing could break their bond. In fact now he felt closer than ever to Sirius.
A long, ebony limousine jerked at the bench. The brakes were decelerating and pulled to a full stop at the dark haired teenager. Harry looked up at the car that interrupted his train of thought. The chauffeur came over to the side the bench was facing and opened the black door. A woman came out. She had pale blond hair, which actually looked white, pulled into a bun. She wore a black suit and skirt instead of the pants.
"Harry Potter, My son has said great things about you. But I guess I will have to figure out myself if you're good enough for the Blacks." The woman said while looking at Harry. He wore a sweater over his black t-shirt and jeans. Not exactly fancy to the woman who judged Harry.
Harry guessed that that must have been Sirius's mother. Harry gave a nice gesture saying he understood. His mouth was tied. Sirius's mother appeared to be in her late thirty's. Harry knew better than that. The woman was probably in her late sixty's early seventy's. Harry knew there were things like plastic surgery that gave people different looks.
The chauffeur let Harry slide into the automobile and let Sirius's mother sit down gracefully. Harry knew he had expectations to live up to since every person who lived here had. Harry also knew a horrible thing about the Blacks, as well every single man that was a part of the Black family is dead.
Soon the big automobile pulled up to the automatic gate. The silver, steel gate dragged away as the black car went towards the huge driveway. Harry and his godfather's mother followed the path that lead to the front door.
Harry was in foyer. Sirius's mother was talking to one of the many butlers. She turned to Harry and smiled at his shocked expression.
"Your godfather wasn't just any old Gryffindor. He lived in a palace. Although the real Black Manor is way more bigger than this." Sirius's Mother exclaimed, "Harry, I want you to call me Miss Eleanor and no more of this Mrs. Black stuff you did in the car, you understand?"
Harry nodded and continued to gawk at the huge house. Sirius wanted him to have this. He wanted him to live in here. Sirius lived in this place. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
"Miss Eleanor. Are you here? Miss Eleanor!" It yelled. A light brown furry house elf came from the corner eliminating the silhouetted figure of him on the wall.
As soon as Harry saw the elf he immediately thought of Dobby. Dobby was his favorite house elf. He was grateful to him. He knew that Dobby was dead. So seeing this elf gave his heart a jumpstart.
Miss Eleanor looked at the elf's way. She went over to whisper to her. Harry Potter guessed it was a her because she wore a maid outfit. A black dress with a white apron. Harry didn't hear a name so he kept quiet.
"Follow me Harry to your room." Miss Eleanor ordered and gestured Harry to the elevator.
They got to the third floor in an instant. Harry knew why Miss Eleanor used the elevator. Taking the stairs to the third floor would have taken much to long. Eleanor soon drew a door out of the way to show a bedroom.
"This is where you sleep. It used to be Sirius."
Harry took a look around the room. Gryffindor banners painted the wall and lions were everywhere. This room was like a Gryffindor haven. He smiled. Harry knew Sirius was the only one who wasn't a Syltherin like his siblings.
"Okay the elf will come soon to give you your schedule for tonight. Here is a book to record your personal thoughts. I believe you should write daily updates in it." Miss Eleanor suggested.
"A diary? What am I supposed to write in it?" Harry Potter asked confused. He was a sixteen-year-old boy why did he need a diary?
"All my children wrote in journals and it help them put their thoughts on paper. It will have your most personal thoughts."
Harry Potter left it at that. He didn't feel like having a spat with Sirius's mother. It would torment him. The house elf soon rushed up to Harry's new room.
"Master Potter, it's an honor to meet you. I am your elf. I will do everything to your last demand it's my duty. So, master, how will you like to address me? My name is Yvette by the way. Don't feel pressured to call me by my name because that is the last thing I want to do." Yvette said in one breath.
"Yvette seems fine. I will address you by your name." Harry said with politeness.
"Oh, thank you Master Potter. Feel free to ring me up any time. Here is your schedule."
Harry stared at the schedule:
4:00-5:00- Unpack
5-5: 45- Early Dinner
6-7- Finish Packing
7-8: 30- Late Supper
8: 30-9- Desert and coffee
It had been a long day. The brunette boy with blue eyes hidden under his oval lenses had done everything on the schedule. Yvette had put it on a blue clipboard and stuck it to the wall.
It was ten o'clock. Harry stared at the emerald book. He opened the book flipping through the fresh, untouched book. He could smell the fresh fully loaded ink in the pen. The quill pen was itching to get into Harry's undetermined hand.
He took the quill pen and opened the book to the first fresh page. He started to write in the book. Soon he just started to write. Words flowed to him from his brain to his hand to the book. The page had been filled with ink words.
Sunday, August 22nd, Black Manor-Sirius no my room, 10:00 pm
Sirius had given me everything he owned. I get to live in a palace because of him. I can't believe I have to write in this book. What am I, twelve? I guess it puts your thoughts in order. Miss Eleanor is right. You can offer no opposition towards my feelings and me.
This may sound sexiest. I've always thought girls were the ones who wrote in their diaries spontaneously. I mean whenever something bad happens they're always locked in their rooms writing about it.
I can't, no I don't believe Sirius written in his 'journal'. What is there to write anyway? My mother is crazy. The end. Well everyone had to write in their journal to write down their feelings. Give me a break. I don't know how girls think this is so private. Sooner or later a nosy sibling or parent will read it.So this is my new life. I will be living in the Black Manor. I have a whole new lifestyle. This was inevitable. Oh well. I am Harry Potter and this is my new home.
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A/N: Did dobby die already? Well in this story he did. I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I thought of it while I was in the car going somewhere. I'm sorry if Dobby didn't die already but he's dead in this one. I know 'Miss Eleanor' isn't a real character but I needed her for the story. So deal with it. Lolz. Enjoy