Later that day, Harry sat reading in the library. He was thumbing through a book on Ancient Runes. How he wished he took Ancient Runes over Divination. It seemed like a fun and useful class.
"There you are," Lucretia said, finding Harry seated near the fireplace. She eyed his clothing in concern. He was still wearing his oversized muggle clothes. She would have to talk to his mother and father about fixing that.
Harry looked up from book. He stared at Lucretia, and took a moment to study her. She looked a lot like Andromeda with her long jet black hair, grey eyes, and her sexy slim figure.
"How can I help you?" he asked.
"You need a new name," Orion said, taking a seat next to her. "I think I found you one: Hadar ."
Harry thought for a moment. Hadar or Had, could be a shortened form of her middle name, James. In a way, he wasn't discarding the name her parents gave. "Hadar," he muttered, "Hadar Jabbah."
Lucretia nodded, Silence fell between the two as newly named Hadar turned his attention back to Ancient Runes book. Lucretia alerted between watching him and thumbing through a random book.
That evening, Lord Black presented Hadar with appropriate clothing. It was a small section including two casual robes, a pair of pajamas. Hadar took the clothes with a small smile as he settled into a room next to Orion's.
"It'll be nice having you around," Orion declared as he tossed a pillow onto Hadar's freshly made bed. "I've always wanted a brother." He smiled before his grey eyes widened. "How old are you?" he asked. Theia appeared to be around fourteen.
"Fifteen, I'll be sixteen on July 31," Theia answered.
Orion nodded, she hoping for a "brother" closer to his age. Hadar was either going to be a fifth year or sixth year. If Orion got to choose, he would be a sixth year with him.
A house-elf popped into the room, she bowed, before addressing Mrs. Black, "Lady Black, dinner is ready. Lord Black and yous son is waiting."
"Thank you, Izzi," Mrs. Black said. "We'll be down shortly."
Izzi, the house-elf, bowed again before disappearing from the room.
"Hadar," Mrs. Black said, turning towards the guest, "it would be appreciated for you to change into something a little more presentable."
Hadar nodded, walking over to his empty clothes. He selected the black robes Mrs. Black gave her.
Without a word, Mrs. Black and Lucretia left the room, giving Hadar the privacy to change.
Hadar removed Dudley's hand-me-downs, and pulled on the black robes. The robes fit well enough, but it was loose around the hips and the sleeves were a little long. Hadar moved to look in the mirror. His hair looked fine enough.
With a sigh, Hadar left his room. He found Orion waiting for him. They walked down to the informal dining room together. Well it was the informal dining room according to Orion. From what Hadar remembered, it was an unoccupied room.
In the informal dining room, Hadar found Mr. Black seated at the head of the table with Mrs. Black next to him and Orion across from his mother. Lucretia sat down next to her mother. Hadar sent a moment mentally reviewing what he knew about pure-blood culture, which wasn't much. He didn't know where to sit. Luckily, Orion motioned for him to sit next to him.
Dinner passed with light conversation. Mr. Black spoke about the latest ongoings of the Ministry of Magic, and the laws facing the Wizengamot. Orion and Mrs. Black weighed in while Lucretia remained quiet and Hadar listened and took notes. Some of those laws sounded fairly, especially the ones surrounding magical creatures' rights. Mrs. Black talked about her social circle, like Lady Malfoy redesigning parts of Malfoy Manor. Orion and Lucretia talked about Hogwarts and their summer homework. For the most part, Hadar remained quiet.
Once dinner was done, Hadar returned to the library. Once he finished that book on Ancient Runes, he wanted to start one on different rune types. Before he got to emerged, Mrs. Black sat down next to her.
"I'm interested in knowing about my grandsons," she told Hadar with a nervous expression. Melania was trying to convince herself the fate of her children and her grandsons could be changed.
Hadar marked the page he was on before closing the book. "What do you want to know?" Hadar asked, frowning. He could answer a few questions, but it was confined to what he read in the Grimoire or what Sirius told him.
"What were their full names?" Mrs. Black asked.
"Sirius Orion and Regulus Arcturus," Hadar replied.
Mrs. Black smiled. "How'd they do at Hogwarts?" she asked.
Hadar frowned, thinking about what he knew from the Grimoire and conversations with Sirius and Snape. "Regulus was sorted into Slytherin and Sirius into Gryffindor," he began. "Sirius was best mates with my dad, James, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They called themselves the Marauders, and they were mostly pranksters."
Hadar paused for a moment. He wasn't really sure where to go. "Regulus was the Seeker on his house Quidditch Team, and he made Prefect and Head boy ," he continued to explain. "Regulus graduated the top of his class while Sirius was third in his class. I know Sirius became an Auror with my dad, and I think Regulus became a Ministry employee."
Mrs. Black nodded with a bittersweet smile on her. It sounded like her grandsons had nice lives, but they both ended too soon.
"What about relationships?" Mrs. Black asked.
"I don't know much about that," Hadar said with a shake of her head. "I know Sirius' was a ladies' wizards and he had a reputation of dating, but he never married or had any children, and I don't know much about Regulus. He and Sirius weren't close."
Mrs. Black frowned. It sounded like the Black family ended with Sirius. It was upsetting to know the family would be over in two generations – her son and then her grandsons.
The conversation shifted to Hadar's life as Harrison Potter. Hadar didn't share much, but he told Mrs. Black about his friends at Hogwarts and his professors. he avoided talking about the night his parents died and growing up with the Dursleys, and his yearly adventures at Hogwarts.
Mrs. Black knew Hadar was withholding information, but she didn't call him out on it. If her son had his way, Hadar would be her daughter's husband within the next few years. Mrs. Black adored the idea.
...
The next few days passed in a blur. Hadar spent most of his time in the library reading whatever book caught his attention. Orion would join him at some point, helping him construct his new identity. Lucretia would stop by with some of her summer homework, which Hadar was happy to help him with. Some of it he knew, and a lot of it he learned along side Lucretia. After dinner, Hadar would spend sometime with lord and lady Black, usually talking about the Black family or Hadar's life as Harrison or what Hadar wanted to see happen.
The more time he spent with the Blacks, the more he liked them. He found they didn't fit Sirius' description of his relatives. Did something make that change? While he loved his godfather, he was becoming disillusioned with his views on his family. To him, the Blacks were wonderful.
Hadar didn't interact with Mr. Black too much. He spent his time at the Ministry of Magic or in his office with co-workers. Luckily, Hadar had yet to meet any of these co-workers or anyone who stopped by to visit.
Hadar was surprised he wasn't trying to find a way home. There wasn't much to return to. There was a war waging with her destiny to kill – or be killed by – Lord Voldemort, and the pressure of being "The Chosen One." While he missed Ron and Hermione, and his others friends, he didn't miss them as much as he thought she would. It was weird. Hadar found himself happy to be in the past.
...
The lack of interactions with Mr. Black stopped a week after his arrival. He found him one afternoon in the library as he was reading the Grimoire. Mr. Black had stared at him before narrowing his eyes.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Black?" Hadar asked, watching the man.
Mr. Black stepped forward, staring at the book in her hands. "Why are you reading that?" he asked.
Hadar glanced down at the book. He shrugged, "I was looking over the family's history."
Mr. Black nodded. He realized she probably didn't understand the importances of the Grimoire. Only those of Black blood and magic could open the book, as long as they were deemed worthy. "Is that how you know so much about my family?" he asked.
Hadar nodded, "This, the Tapestry, and talking to Sirus."
"You were close to Sirius?" Mr. Black asked.
Hadar nodded, dropping his gaze. "He was my godfather," he whispered.
"Did he raise you after your parents passed away?" Mr. Black asked.
Hadar shook her head. "He was serving life in Azkaban," he answered, "and I was raised my mom's sister."
Mr. Black's eyes widened. Why would his grandson serve life in Azkaban? He knew his wife hadn't heard this information yet. If she had, she would have come running to tell him.
"When my parents were hiding from Voldemort," Hadar explained, seeing the unasked question in Mr. Black's eyes, "Sirius was the decoy Secret Keeper. Everyone knew he was closest to my dad, so they used Pettigrew instead."
Hadar took a moment to take a deep breath. He disliked talking about Pettigrew. "Pettigrew betrayed my parents," he explained. "When Sirius tried to confront him, Pettigrew blew a street up – killing twelve muggles – and he cut off his own finger before escaping. Since everyone knew Sirius was my parents' Secret Keeper, and because he was a Black, everyone knew he was guilty."
Mr. Black's frown deepened. There was something – a lot of things, probably – she wasn't saying. "How did Pettigrew escape?" he asked.
"He's unregister rat Animagus," Hadar replied.
"What do you mean by 'everyone knew he was guilty'?"
Theia sighed. "The Blacks' developed a reputation of supporting Voldemort, and being dark and evil."
That was something Mr. Black would be fixing. From what he understood, this Voldemort – Tom Riddle – came to power in the 1970s. He had awhile to prepare, but he had already started. Tom Riddle wasn't going to gather followers from his family or any of his allies'. His primary allies were the Zabini family and the Greengrass family. He was working on extending his alliances. He had reached out to the Potters. His sister Dorea had married Charlus Potter and they had s Orion's age. He was always reaching out to the Longbottoms.
"Let's move to my office," Mr. Black suggested.
Hadar nodded. He stood up, gathering a few books to take with him.
Mr. Black was certain he was a Ravenclaw, but his wife thought he was a Gryffindor. Only time would tell. With any luck, he would sorted into Ravenclaw or Slytherin in September. Mr. Black had already started the process of enrolling him into Hogwarts. As a member of the Board of Governors, it wasn't too hard to enroll a transfer student. With Lucretia's help, Mr. Black had a believable backstory and history for Hadar. The only thing missing was a last name. A visit to Gringotts might solve that. A heritage test from the goblins would find the closest unclaimed family for him to claim.
The walk from the library to Mr. Black's office wasn't too long. It was out the hallway and down a flight of stairs. The office was large with bookcase lined the walls, portrays here and there. The mahogany was in the middle of the room with a large chair behind it and three chairs in front of it. Mr. Black took the seat behind the desk and Hadar sat down in front of it.
The pair sat in silence. Hadar didn't know what to talk about, and he was waiting for Mr. Black to ask her another question or something. Mr. Black merely watched him as he tried to think about what to talk about. He wasn't sure how much he could get him to talk about his life before he closed up. He knew there was only so much he would talk before closing up.
