A/N I'm back, so soon? Yes, I have no life, anyways special thanks to, V., for being my first review…. Any who onto the story! I don't like the opening of this chapter much, but hey hoe, I'm new to this malarkey and what not. I doubt I'll get any reviews, but I won't upload anymore until I have at least one per chapter! I know, I'm a diva…

'I want to hear about your life'.

Whatever Harry was expecting it wasn't this, that's for sure

To say harry was speechless, would be a complete and utter understatement.

'Erm, well as you know I go to Hog… school in Scotland' mumbled Harry, in confusion. 'I'm in my third year and when….' – 'Er Harry this would have been your fifth year, you'll be going into your sixth? Have you had a bump to the head?' Dudley interrupted.

Oh shit, Harry couldn't move, they couldn't save Sirius, by catching Pettigrew, FUCK they couldn't save Sirius at all. A stray tear slid down the side of Harry's face, a quick hand to remove the silly thing, and harry realised he had slight stubble on his face….

Everything dawned on Harry too fast, oh shite, things weren't going well at all, well at least they weren't dead he mused. 'Get out duds I'm tired.' Dudley just stood still watching him. 'I SAID GET OUT,' Harry screamed, eyes blazing with confusion, and hurt.

Harry didn't cry himself to sleep, his eyes were leaking, because obviously his muggle cousin was a sick bastard, and had hexed him. Harry was brave. Harry did NOT cry. When Harry awoke, it was to find, an owl at the window, pig, Harry snorted. After offering pig some water, Harry opened the letter clumsily, six words lay on the parchment.

'A complete, see you at B'

To anyone else this would have seemed weird; Harry just gave a sad smile, and went to the bathroom to prepare for the day. Upon arriving in the kitchen, Petunia gave Harry a speculative glance. Harry shuddered, whatever she was thinking, would not be good for his health. Walking over to the fridge Harry helped himself to the milk, and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

Just as he was eating the last bit of his cereal, none other than his 'Aunt' Marge walked in, her nose stuck up so high, a Malfoy would be proud. 'Still here then you filthy runt?' she spat with an abundance of hate. 'Yes, I am, I see your still claiming to be a female, and not Vernon's identical twin brother, in drag.' He said, his tone of voice making it perfectly clear, that was a statement.

Petunia dropped her cup of tea upon hearing this. Marge's face performed a spectacular display of a rainbow, from going from pink to red, and finally purple. 'Why you filthy little bastard, I'll get you thrown out of here, have fun on the streets, you little brat, maybe if you're lucky you can take after your mother, you know, be a whore' she retorted with a spiteful grin on her face.

Harry's eyes, were a beautiful green, the envy of certain witches, and a strangely large amount of wizards, however if they could see them now, they would run. Harry's eyes had hardened; with a quick scream he threw his bowl at the wall.

'Fuck you Marge! You sick bitch.' Harry was fuming. After a ten minute rant of how much better his mother was then that drag queen, Harry turned to petunia. 'I know you were jealous, but what would have happened if it was the other way round? Would my mother, have treated Dudley as you've treated me!' Harry spat.

Marge, wasn't happy, the boy had rounded on her with some comments she didn't think could come from a 'child', she allowed him to rant and rave at her, it was humorous and she would tell Vernon later anyways. Oh yes, the little brat would get it. But when he started on her sister -in-law, she wasn't impressed. 'Get out you filthy boy! How dare you speak to your Aunt like that! Your mother was a whore and your father a bum! Petunia is of noble stock! I suggest you leave and never, darken this doorstep again!'

With a snort, that was louder than necessary Harry replied, 'But didn't you know Margey-Darling, My father was a Lord.'

Silence, the kitchen was silent. 'Filthy liar' Spat marge, not believing it.

Pulling out his wand Harry emitted a small Gold Spark, 'I Harry Potter, as the last member of the moste ancient and noble house of Potter, claim my right to lordship.' A sequence of more golden sparks erupted through. With an even more sinister smile, Harry loudly said 'I Lord Harry Potter, as the last member of the moste ancient and noble house of Potter, having just claimed my lordship, accepts my second title, as the heir to the late Lord black.' This time, black smoke left his wand. Looking down at his hand, Harry saw two rings, showing he was the Head of Potter, and the Black family, He'd still be a Potter, but having two titles was nice, especially as a half-blood. With a sinister smile, he thought to himself in a very 'James bond' way. Half-blood, Lord Half-blood.

After casting a Silencio, on a passed out Marge, he turned to his actual Aunt, 'Oh tuney, didn't I mention, I'm now a Lord well Lords I guess, I can perform magic now, you know because I'm now an adult. Oh you're not my guardians, I'll be out of here before, sundown don't worry about me, I won't be worrying about you.'

This was going to be fun…..

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Order of merlin, first class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, was extremely happy. The world knew that Lord Voldemort is back, true they lost Sirius, but well, who cares? They could now use Grimmauld Place without having to worry about his mood swings, he got his name cleared, because well, he was dead, it may rise morale, and to be honest, it would keep his golden boy happy.

Albus was in the Wizengamot listening to how much, they all didn't mean to remove his titles and blah blah blah. A loud GONG entered the pretentious hall, hmm, this is new, Albus thought to himself. A loud monotone voice magically magnified, echoed around the hall. 'The Wizengamot welcomes the two new Chairs, Harry Potter has claimed his right as Lord Potter and as Lord Black, he will have two votes, and is now considered of age.' Silence was all that met this announcement. Albus-Too-Many-Titles-Dumbledore was no longer happy. Not happy at all….