By Polaris Aries Black
To Be Always Pure
Chapter 1
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November 1st, 1981 – Grimmauld Place
He sat in the dining room nursing a cup of strong coffee to help keep him awake for what surely would be a busy day. Breakfast was just of toast with a bowl of porridge as Orion wasn't very hungry at the moment. He had gotten back late through the floo the previous night with Hadar sleeping in his arms. The child was much too tired from being magically exhausted by the attack Voldemort made. He had to fill out all the paperwork for the toddler to make sure no one could say that Hadar Black didn't exist. Right now he had custody as he had no way of getting ahold of Sirius. He would owl him today since he figured after the Potters' death he would not be in any shape last night to learn about his long lost son.
The problem the Lord Black was facing was simply what exactly should he tell his son. Should he tell him the truth of his son being a boy who was once Harry Potter? Or would it just be best to give him the story Orion had come up with? It was a question he had pondered during breakfast. Finally he planned that he would see what kind of emotional state his son was in before deciding. It also depended on how much loyalty Sirius had for Dumbledore and if he could be trusted knowing his son defeated the Dark Lord. Orion would not want his eldest to tell the Chief Warlock the truth about Hadar Black.
He knew without a doubt Dumbledore would be the one he would make sure never found out the truth about Hadar. Logically, he knew the Headmaster was not evil. No that was not why he wanted to conceal the truth from him and his little vigilante group. It was for the sole reason he knew Dumbledore would try to gain control over the child. The man was too used to thinking that the suffering of one would be okay as long as it was for the greater good. There would be no chance in hell that he would let anyone try to use Hadar as some kind of savior.
A child's cry sounded through the house.
It was a short moment later that the crying was no longer heard throughout the house and knew the nursery elf was taking care of Hadar. The Lord Black continued to eat his porridge and drinking the second cup of coffee Kreacher had just refilled. His eyes went over to the glass wall that showed the garden and backyard of the home. It was the wall on the left that was made of all glass and the only one in the house to be like it. The table was a dark, almost black, wood and the chairs had silver cushioning. A glass chandelier floated above the table. The walls were a slytherin green.
Kreacher popped in next to him putting the Daily Prophet on it before leaving as quickly as he had come. The Lord Black pushed his breakfast to the side where it promptly disappeared and brought his coffee mug closer to him. He had just barely opened the paper before there was a loud banging on his front door. He stood setting the paper aside and left to go to the door to see who could possibly be so uncouth to repeatedly bang on the door of a home belonging to a Lord of a Most Noble and Ancient House. Orion could only be glad Walburga was not there at the moment. She was off in Italy visiting her father. He would find it very irritating to have to listen to her screeching about the rude person.
"Blood traitor be going away! You is not wanted here!" Kreacher said trying to shut the door on Sirius who was standing completely soaked by the rain that was falling in torrents.
"Enough Kreacher! Leave us," Orion ordered. The elf immediately left them alone. He opened the door for his son to come inside. He took out his wand and spelled his son dry. "What are you doing here, Sirius?" He asked coolly. It was best not to give anything away until he knew exactly why his son was there.
"Father," he said in a croaky voice before clearing it. "I am asking for help. I know I no longer belong in the family so I won't go through the protocol bullshit."
"I will listen, but first you need some rest." His son had bags under his eyes most likely from stress of the war and the loss of his friends last night certainly hadn't helped. He looked haggard and his shoulder length hair unkempt. When Sirius made to protest Orion cut him off. "You look dead on your feet. Sleep and then we will discuss whatever the matter is. I will not have it any other way. Remember you are here because I am allowing you to be." He would not admit at the moment that he was going to reinstate Sirius into the family.
His eldest scowled angrily before grudgingly nodding his head in acceptance. He sagged slightly as if the burdens of everything that happened was weighing him down.
"Kreacher!"
When elf popped in he bowed low to Orion. "Master Black called for Kreacher?"
"Yes bring my son some dreamless sleep and show him to his room."
The two left and Orion pretended not to hear the muttering of the elf. After he was sure Sirius was gone he went upstairs to the nursery which was on the second floor of the home. He walked into the room and just finally noticed that a silencing spell was in effect in the room. Tippy, who was the nursery elf, was there rocking Hadar in her tiny arms back and forth trying to comfort the crying toddler.
"What is the matter Tippy?" He asked stepping into the dark blue and silver nursery.
Tippy squeaked as she finally noticed his arrival. "Young master very distressed, he is. He be not 'membering much."
"And how do you know this?" Orion asked smoothing down his black robes.
"Tippy knows because she be checking Master Hadar's memory by using elves mind magic."
The Lord Black nodded in understanding. It was not safe to use legilimency on children, but elf mind magic was okay to use. It was a way for nursery elves to be able to know what was wrong with their little charges if they couldn't figure out what was wrong with their other magics. He wondered if taking the antidote to the blood adoption potion at such a young age was the cause for the memory loss. It was something to look into.
Orion took the crying child from the little female elf and held Hadar in his arms. The little toddler burrowed his face in his robes and his cries seemed to be getting quieter the longer he was held by the grayed eyed man. He tried not to think about the fact that his expensive robes were getting snot and tears on it. Reminding himself it would only take a spell to clean up the mess and that his grandson was more important than some robes.
"What does he remember Tippy?" He asked as the child's tears slowed to a stop.
The little elf paused in her cleaning up the room to answer him. "He 'member his words but not who those words be belong to. And he 'members little things like a big dog and green lights."
"So not much at all," Orion mused. He was a little glad for it since it would be a lot easier to keep his identity a secret. The child's blue eyes peeked up at him with his little fist rubbing his runny nose and then wiping it on the Lord Black's robes. He made a disgusted face but otherwise didn't scold the child.
"W'o you?" He asked in a little voice.
"I am your grandfather, child."
Hadar scrunched up his face. "Gran'pa."
The Lord Black nodded knowing it was the best he was going to get from Hadar until he was older. "Time to eat Hadar."
A small grumble of the little one's stomach actually made a small smile appear briefly on the stern Lord's face. He quickly gave him back to Tippy for her to finish taking care of him. He swept out of the nursery after spelling his robes clean and headed for his study to finish looking over some paperwork he received from Gringotts the other day.
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Sirius woke to the bright light of the afternoon sun shining through the window of his old room in Grimmauld Place. He had been surprised when he had first stepped into the room because it had looked like nothing had changed. In fact, he was almost sure his parents had left the room as it was so they didn't have to think about their blood traitor son. He hated being there in the home where he had a horrible childhood. The only reason he returned to the place he swore he was never going to go back to was because he needed the protection of the House of Black.
When he had gone to Godric's Hollow he felt like his whole world was ending. He swallowed heavily at remembering the place and the two people that were dead inside of it. Sirius had gone to the nursery after closing his best friend James' eyes. He still remembered the tears that splashed down his cheeks. The nursery was completely ruined, but his attention had been on the lifeless dull green eyes of Lily Potter. It took him a moment before he realized the youngest Potter was not in the room. He checked as much of the house as he could before he came to the conclusion Harry Potter, his godson, was either missing or dead. Sirius hadn't even noticed the ashes and yew wand in the nursery too busy trying to find his godson. He had to know where he was and if he was dead or alive.
He shook his head to clear those thoughts from his mind. Sirius got up from the bed pulling on his muggle clothes he had left on the floor of the room. His weary body demanded more rest but he would not indulge himself in any more sleep since he had so much to do now. The reason why he had come crawling back to his father was because there was a manhunt out for him. Everyone believed he was the secret keeper for the Potters. The black haired man did not trust the ministry in giving him a fair trial. Sirius was smart enough to figure that the wizarding world needed someone to blame for the deaths of the Potters and he would take the fall if he had turned himself in without any help. It was the only reason that had made him come begging to Orion Black. The grim animagus could only be glad his mother wasn't home. He had no patience to deal with her.
Walking out of the room as the floorboards creaked he made his way to Orion's study where he knew he would find him. It was no surprise to him when he got to the ground floor that his father's study door was slightly ajar. He could just see his father sitting at his desk scribbling away with a quill on parchment. Sirius knocked on the door. Orion's gray eyes, the same as his own, looked up at him standing there. The Lord Black stopped writing and set his quill aside.
"Come in, Sirius."
He swallowed nervously before walking into the room as confidently as a broken man could.
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A man with shoulder length white blond hair tied back with a black ribbon at the nape of his neck stood staring puzzled at the family tree in front of him. Abraxas Malfoy could not help but stare at the name that had appeared there. Under his late daughter was the name of a child who had just appeared today. It stated Hadar Black was the son of Iphigenia Malfoy. He scratched his chin thoughtfully. He had not been aware his daughter had a child with Sirius Black whose name was connected to hers.
What made him wonder was why the child's name had only appeared now? The birthdate of Hadar was dated on July 1st. 1980. He had not spoken to his daughter much during the year of her son's birth as they had argued quite fiercely. Abraxas could only think that his daughter was pregnant and had kept the information from him. She wanted to fulfill her desires of dancing and he guessed that a child would threaten her dreams.
But the question was who had she given the child too and why the child suddenly became a Black. Not that he wasn't grateful his grandson was back in the place he rightfully belonged. He was the only piece of Gena he had left. Leaving the room that only contained the large family tapestry he decided it was time to tell his wife about what he had discovered. But before he could visit Orion Black and demand an explanation, he would need to deal with his son's upcoming trial.
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Sirius sat in the rocking chair in the nursery holding his son in his arms as he rocked him to sleep. It had been such a long day fill with many different emotions plaguing him that it left the gray eyed wizard feeling exhausted. He tightened his hold on the child as he shifted against his chest. It had shocked him to his core to learn he had a son with Iphigenia. He thought they had been careful, but he did remember a time during their short lived romance where they hadn't been careful enough. That was roughly at the end of their 'relationship' and Sirius believed Gena found out about the pregnancy shortly thereafter.
He was pissed beyond belief that she had not told him of her pregnancy. The nerve she had at keeping something like this to herself made his blood boil. The famous Black temper rearing its ugly head, but it would do him no good lashing out. His hand stroked the soft silky straight black hair of his child. It was still weird to think that Hadar existed because of Sirius. That he was a little part of himself and now depended on him.
But that was not the only revelation he had today. His father had asked him to swear on his magic to keep whatever he said a secret. That he wouldn't give it away via his mind or writing and definitely not through speech. It was very binding and it would keep any from trying to get the secret from his mind. He only agreed to it because his father said it was important and that what he was going to tell him would affect him greatly.
It was then that he was told a story that gave him peace, but made the grief worsen just a little. Harry Potter was his son. Now named Hadar Black. Although he was glad to have a son, he couldn't help but be sad that there was no mini James to look after. To know there was no part of his best friend living on. He couldn't help those thoughts but chose to keep them buried away in the back of his mind.
Sirius remembered when he nervously walked into the nursery had grown up in when he was younger with Regulus. Not much had changed, but his eyes had been only for the little kid sitting on his rump playing with some blocks that changed colors if he tapped them. He had sparkling sapphire eyes that came from his mother. His nose was a little pointed much like a Malfoy, but everything else was all Black features. He had stood in awe of the little being in front of him. The grief he felt at his friends' deaths had lessened in that one moment. When he had been finally able to move he took a seat in front of the child. They played all afternoon and for that moment he could almost forget all of his problems.
He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a little fist grab ahold of the shirt he was wearing. The vow he had taken kept him from telling anyone that his son used to be Harry Potter. And even though he might have once wanted to inform the Order he wouldn't do so now. Not only because he was unable to, but because he wanted to protect Hadar from the dangers of the world. Death Eaters were being rounded up and he knew that some would walk away from their crimes. They would come after Harry Potter he knew for certain they would. Yet they wouldn't find him at all since no one would think Hadar Black was the boy-who-lived. Sirius had read the Daily Prophet after his son went down for his nap. Dumbledore had said that Harry was safely in the loving care of his relatives. There was no mention of the kid going missing. He wondered what the Headmaster was playing at, but he decided not to think on it too much.
Standing Sirius held Hadar closely to his chest before laying him down in his crib. The little one whimpered softly at the loss of contact so the dark haired man gently ran his fingers across the toddler's chubby cheeks. He fell into a more deeper sleep allowing Sirius to leave the room. Once he was back in his room on the bed he used when he was a teenager he thought on how lucky he had been when he made his decisions. When he first left Godric's Hallow he had been tempted to run after Peter and kill him, but the worry for Harry got to him. He spent his time looking for his missing godson instead. Sirius had put his worry for Harry over his need for revenge. When Orion and he go to the Ministry tomorrow he would make sure the authorities would begin their search for the real traitor.
His eyes looked at the picture on his dresser that was illuminated by the moonlight. It was of him and James both in their quidditch gear and walking away cheerfully after the exciting defeat against the slytherins in their sixth year. A tear slipped from his eye as he watched James throw an arm around him in the picture. He would miss his best friend for their rest of his life. Sirius promised his friend silently that he would protect the child they both loved with his life.
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A young man in a large darkened manor sat staring blankly at the newspaper in his hands that he was clutching tightly. This would be the thousandth time he had read it that day. The paper announced the defeat of the Dark Lord. All he could wonder was what he was he supposed to do now?
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