Taking the Title.

"Welcome to England, Lord Stark." Gendric, he was an employee of the magic ministry. He worked in the division that was in charge of taking control of who entered and left the country. His voice trembled slightly because the aura surrounding the foreign Lord had something that made him feel enormously intimidated even though the attractive young man's appearance was of a distinguished and refined pureblood.

"Oh…D-Do you plan on staying for a long time?" He asked to know the reason for the visit and an average how long it would last. But when the brunet narrowed his eyes, he let out a little scream and lowered his head, scared. The truth was that he had never been very brave and preferred to avoid the problems, so he was thinking of simply letting him pass when the young man of noble descent answered his question with a soft and silky voice.

"Only the necessary. I come to a family member's funeral so I'll just stay until I finish fixing my affairs."

Gendric nodded quickly. He finished writing down the things on the papers and stamped the permission, before saying "I hope that your issues will be resolved promptly"

The young black-haired man nodded and gave him a small smile as he passed. Not knowing why the poor Gendric blushed and stood with his mouth open while the other man walked away. As if releasing himself from a trance, he shook his head and proceeded to concentrate on the next visitor waiting to be admitted

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Jason left the Ministry of Magic behind and proceeded to appear himself in Diagon Alley because he needed to visit the Gringotts headquarters in England to be able to contact the goblin in charge of family affairs and ask for the ´Portkey´ that would allow him to access Grimmauld. Place, or the place that Sirius would have chosen to read the will. With a sure step, he approached one of the counters.

"Good afternoon, my friend. I need to talk to Griptock." He said with an extremely respectful tone, bowing slightly to the elf of that powerful warrior nation that now controlled the gold of most of the world's magical community.

If he had learned something from Orion it was to be respectful to those who handled your gold, since being on the wrong side of the goblins meant only one thing: Your perdition.

The goblin nodded and asked him to follow him, guiding him to a private room. A room he had visited several times when he was younger, the room where the Black Family and the goblin who ran his account met to discuss the family's financial affairs.

Jason settled into one of the dark blue velvet armchairs with gold accents, adopting a position worthy of a king waiting in the throne room. For a long time, he had refused to admit his own nature and had been content to be a follower, a beta because he was sure that his mate would not appreciate him taking control as his instinct asked.

However, that changed when he left England and returned to Bulgaria. Now he was the Alpha that he should always have been, and that was evident in his posture, in the confidence that emanated from every pore of his body and in the aura of power that surrounded him.

"Welcome to Gringotts, Lord Stark"

"It's good to see you again, Griptock, I hope the family's gold has continued to grow since the last time we saw each other"

"Of course."

Jason smiled amused and gave a slight nod to the goblin, who in turn bared his teeth in what it could be called a smile while coming closer to the center of the room.

"You are the last to arrive, Lord Stark, so I will accompany you to your destination so that we can proceed with the reading of the will"

"Please" Jason easily accept the statement, after all, he expected something like that as it had taken him two days to prepare things for his trip; Although he did not expect to stay in England for long, he had had to arrange for someone he trusted to take care of his land and property in his absence as well as the legal procedure, together with the paperwork, had taken much more time than what he would have liked.

Besides that, while entering England was simple, the process took some time, more rows than anything else. Even if you were an important person, like him.

He got up and followed the goblin to the back of the desk, where he took a feather and an envelope between his hands, then extended his right hand where he held the owl feather. Jason took the pen carefully, and the moment his fingers touched the object the magic embedded in it was activated.

In a moment they were inside Gringotts and the next they landed on the thresholds of the grounds of the Black Mansion, where their grandfather Arcturus had lived after giving him as a wedding gift Grimmauld Place to Orion and Walburga. Jason frowned slightly at the choice of place as it did not make much sense, but he just shrugged and followed Griptock to the gates, where the blood barriers allowed him and his companion to pass.

The mansion was just as he remembered it from the boring Christmas dinners, which made him smile. It was good to be back, because although Bulgaria was his place of origin, England was his home. It had been since he had become an orphan at the age of six and his mate´s parents took him as he was their own He followed his instinct and let the magic guide him to one of the private rooms of the mansion located on the second floor because that was where the rest of his family was waiting.

Jason felt it in his blood, he was getting closer with each step he took to the other members of his family and his magic resonated in consequence. He was sure that the people inside that room could also feel it, so it was not surprising that before he could touch the doorknob it would open and let him see a beautiful woman with blond hair, who gave him that cold but gracious smile that was characteristic of the women of the Black Family before she step aside and let them pass. Inside the room, there were three armchairs, two doubles and one single. Also a desk with a chair, where it was evident that the handler was going to sit down while reading the will.

Upon seeing the seats, Jason experienced a bad feeling and fear settled in his chest, because he did not see Sirius or Harry anywhere. However, he took the time to greet his cousins and his nephews. Giving a kiss on the cheek to Cissy and her son -who was a carbon copy of her father, the poor thing- a handshake, keeping the protocols of the purebloods.

Then he went to where Andromeda and his daughter were. Andromeda wrapped him in a hug, which he returned with pleasure; she had always been more expressive than her other relatives and surely that was ones of the reasons why she had married Ted. Little Nymphadora also assaulted her with a hug that made her creaked his ribs. He only let go when Griptock cleared his throat to get their attention.

There was no time to talk or ask questions. They all sat in their places and paid attention to what the goblin had to tell them, since a will reading is a very important issue and if something bothers the goblins it is wasting their time, so even if Jason was burning in concern about his mate and James and Lily´s cub, he took a seat and closed his mouth. He would have time to ask once they concluded the matter

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"Excuse me, could you repeat that last part?" He asks with a courtesy that clashed with the foolish face that he was using at that time. His eyes were open to his limits and his mouth was so open that a bug could crawl at any moment.

It just didn't make any sense. Absolutely, no sense.

Sirius was supposed to be the heir. Even ´disinherited 'at the death of the patriarch, it was Sirius who was to inherit the title. Not him.

The fear in his chest grew at what might mean that Sirius could not inherit the title, as the implications were terrifying. What had happened to his mate? It would be possible that he had died?

Oh, Morgana. No. Do not tell me that our tie became so fragile that it broke and I did not realize that something bad had happened to it. Please, Merlin. Don't let my loved to be dead. He thought in despair. The pain and sorrow of that being what had happened almost makes him have a panic attack, but the goblin's hard voice stopped him from plunging into misery.

"I said that your grandfather, the former Lord Black, appointed you as his heir. So now that his grandfather has passed away, you are the new Lord Black" the voice of the goblin left no room for further questions. His tone challenged Jason to continue making him waste his time.

So he nodded. His instinct took over by unconsciously realizing what it meant to be the new Lord Black; that the rest of his family had become his pack at that particular moment. They were now his responsibility, it was his duty to procure his welfare and happiness. He had failed once in the past, he did not intend to do it again.

"Excellent." Griptock again generated a grimace that was more teeth than a smile. "Do you want to do it here? Or do you prefer to perform the ritual in a more private area?"

"Here it´s fine, there is no need to move to another room." To his surprise, his voice didn't break and it sounded confident, severe, but soft. As he spoke he got up from his seat and headed for the desk, seeing, but not really registering, the excited looks the younger members gave him about the possibility of seeing in first class seats the family magic that their mothers had told them about.

The ritual to take control of the family was not really a secret. So there was no problem with letting the other members of the family attend, simply it was more effective to do it alone because usually the rite was carried out in the bank's offices.

Griptock placed a carved stone bowl and a silver dagger on the desk. Both items had been owned by the Blacks since the beginning, they were sacred in a certain way, as they were bathed in the blood of countless generations and covered in family magic.

An ancient and powerful magic, dark and cruel, warm and gentle, the magic that was in the veins of all the Black.

Jason knew what to do as he had performed a similar ritual when he took the title of Lord Stark. However, he was the last of the Stark. There hadn't been the pressure to take the leadership of a large family, to once again be part of a pack and to become the leader of the aforementioned one.

He takes the dagger with reverence, studying it carefully. It was old, beautiful and lethal.

"Before you proceed, Lord Stark, I want to ask you a question, do you want us to put the houses together?" The question had merit. Jason would be the Lord of two great and powerful houses, so it would be sensible to unite them and that their descendants would enjoy the power of both under one surname. Nevertheless…

"No. For now, I will keep the houses separate, Jason Stark will be Lord Stark, leader of one of the five most influential houses in Bulgaria and Antares Black will be the new Lord Black." He explained as his eyes gleamed golden for a moment and a predatory smile broke through his lips. He could feel the satisfaction vibrate in the magic of his cousins when listening to his words because they captured the meaning of these.

If he left the houses separate, Jason would have the protection of being a foreign Lord and would have many more freedoms than a local Lord, because neither the Ministry nor the Wizengamot could touch him since attacking him could mean war.

His handler's eyes shone with malice and he nodded in appreciation. "Then, proceed."

Antares wielded the dagger with his right hand. Without hesitation, he drew a line on his left palm, creating a deep cut that immediately started to bleed. He raised his hand and placed it on the container, proceeding to spill seven drops of his blood.

"I, Antares Jason Black, claim by blood, by law and by magic, the leadership of the Old and Noble House of Black. I swear to lead with honor and justice, to protect and care for those who belong to Our House or are allies to Our Name either by blood, by magic or by oath. I swear by my magic that I will bring justice to those who have betrayed us and punish those who have harmed us. As I have said, so be it!"

Once he finished speaking, a silver-colored fog rose from the container, rising and taking the shape of a raven, the animal that represented the Blacks and the shape of its guardian. The crow looked him in the eyes and emitted a powerful caw before stamping on his chest, piercing it and dissipating inside him.

The magic of the family had accepted his oath.

It was done.

Jason was the new Lord Black.

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Tyler´sPrincess: Eh, no. Jason is not a werewolf, he actually is a Direwolf. I´m going to explain at more detail in the future chapters.