Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Harry Potter, this is obviously a fanfiction. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rollings.
Chapter 2
"So let me get this straight, that magic that is held captive from me is actually my natural dark magic?" Harry asked in confusion, his current mindset of light and dark magic being shook at the foundation.
"Yes, sir, it is. While it isn't taught in Hogwarts, the bunch of buggering idiots, all wizards are born with a naturally balanced magical core," Kreacher responded. "Ever since the light came into power, Hogwarts has become worse and worse, mainly because they refuse to try and teach anything even remotely thought of as dark, and because of that, for the past few centuries the only people who still remember that fact are the Blacks, the Greengrasses, the Potters, and the Gaunt houses.
"Now putting aside the little history lesson, I think you should also know that from the way that your magic is acting, at least half or more of your magical power is being held from you." Kreacher finished, never actually moving during his speech, even though Harry had already moved to his cot and gotten comfortable.
"Wow," Harry dumbly said, his mind trying to register all the newly discovered knowledge, thinking absentmindedly that Hermione would love to know this. Once everything was properly registered, a sudden thought popped into his mind.
"Hey, if my dark magic is currently sealed off from me, then how is it that I can speak Parseltongue?" Harry asked, quizzically.
The small, old elf snorted and responded, "Think of it this way, why can you speak Latin, even though it is used to cast dark spells, or why you can use English even though it can cause bad things to come to pass?" He looked at Harry sagely, as if to say that he should figure that out for himself.
Harry, looking at the ceiling, began to think about it, and after what seemed like hours, the answer finally came to him, "It's because language isn't inherently good or bad!"
"Exactly! I will tell you now that the magic in the language, Parsel magic, is inherently dark, so I don't think you will have access to it yet." Kreacher replied, but his demeanor suddenly changed, and he solemnly voiced out, "I hate to tell you this, but as a house elf of the noble and most ancient House of Black, I am also here to inform you that since you are the appointed heir that Lord Black left behind, you are now the head of the House of Black.
"I would like to also tell you that the only reason you have not been informed of this before me is because of Dumbledore stopping all of the past coming to your house." Kreacher promptly held out his hand out his hand, showing Harry his post, and handing them over to his new lord.
Harry numbly rifled through them, noticing that while the bulk of them were from Hermione, he could see that one came from Gringotts, and two other came from Nevile and Luna. He grabbed the one from Gringotts and was about to open and read it before he was interrupted.
"Lord Potter-Black, do you mind if I clean up the poor excuse of a room?" Kreacher asked, looking at the room around him with disdain.
"Sure, do as you wish, just don't change to many things or use to much magic, I really don't want anyone from the patrol to come in here." Harry replied, and after getting a nod from Kreacher, set off to read the first of his letters.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It is my solemn duty to inform you that because of the passing of Lord Black, and that late Lord Black appointed you as his heir, you are now the new lord of the House of Black. We would also like to inform you that Sirius Black has also left behind a will, and at your convenience, would like you to set a time in which the will shall be read. Without you there, it cannot be read.
Sincerely,
Stonehook
Harry read over the letter a few more times to make sure that he understood it all, then sat back against the wall, and began to think of what had to be done. With the thought of Sirius in mind, Harry's plans came into reality as he started giving order.
"Kreacher, I need you to do something for me," Harry said to the little elf, who replied with a nod, "First, I need to know if Dobby is truly loyal to me. I also need you to go to Gringotts and set up a date for the will reading as soon as you can, as well as pick up a few books about goblin mannerisms and spell bindings."
"Yes, my Lord," Kreacher said, leaving to complete his tasks at hand with a snap at his fingers.
Harry looked over to his alarm clock to notice that it was only a little after six in the morning, and decided to put the letters he was holding down and get some sleep.