Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Copyright belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.

Warning: Slash may or may not ensue. If by chance the muse allows me a glimpse of where this is going and there is slash and you happen to not like said slash you may, with all permission from me, hit the X in the corner.

A/N: So editing chapter 2. Still no Ideas as to what I'm doing. But Reread comments and got a few ideas buzzing around. Well enjoy!

Part 3: Noble House of Black; Number 12 Grimwauld place

Creature popped into the kitchen and immediately made his way down the hall to the main entrance. Creature was used to it. But most that had been able to walk through the Noble House of Black were shocked at the change that had happened to the house in the short time that one Harry Potter moved into the house. Though most wouldn't call it a house any more either.

Creature hurried through the front hall. Black marble flooring that split off into five directions. The left, right, straight ahead up the staircase, and the two corridors that ran along the bottom of the stair case.(*) The once peeling paint on the walls had been changed to a deep cherry wood that had almost a black hue to it. Making the wood paneling's having an aged look. The wood paneling led to the peaked ceiling that had a dazzling Black Crystal Chandelier hanging in front of a rose printed stained glass window. This window had an enchantment on it to allow owls into the home without having to peck at a window waiting for someone to greet them. The stair case had black carpeting leading up to a split landing. The silver railings were snakes coiling down the banister. A head on the bottom and a head on the top. Their emerald eyes glared at all that approached and they remained for eternity in a raging hiss at the bottom and blissful submission at the top, as if basking in the sun.

Creature hobbled up the stair case. Its dark carpeting sinking slightly under his weight but otherwise looked as if no one walked on it once he had hobbled forth. He came to the landing and stood in front of the Black family tree. Several names had been blasted off. But once his master had moved in he had restored it and upon performing a blood ritual, Harry Potter- Blacks name had appeared at the bottom of the tree. Turning to the right and passing the tree, creature headed up those stairs. Creature passed numerous portraits and photos. This hall was mainly the master's business area. Holding his office, library and training rooms. He stopped in front of a tall portrait that had once been covered by a veil but now stood proudly on the wall, hiding the masters Lab.

"Good morning Mistress." creature bowed to the regal lady of Black. She had screeched when Master Harry had moved in, she had screeched when he moved everything. But had since stopped screeching when Master Harry had yelled right back, threatening to curse her portrait to a worse fate than Sirius and in parseltongue no less. She had since come to adore the dark young man.

"Ah creature, the young Black has been awaiting you."

"Yes mistress." Creature bowed low to the late Lady of Black as her portrait swung open to revealing the young masters lab.

Creature stepped into the portrait hole and approached the figure sitting at the desk over looking an old tome and a cauldron. His pale skin glowed in the light magic light that floated around the room. Many things had happened since the blood ritual. One was the unmistakable Pitch black hair that was currently tied back by a leather strap. Another was the aristocratic look the young man had come into on his seventeenth birthday.

Harry Potter sat starring attentively at the simmering cauldron in front of him. Waving his wand towards the tome, he turned the page and simultaneously started stirring. The Mixture in the cauldron turned a shimmery purple color and he waved his hand again. Turning the fire off and putting a stasis charm on the cauldron. Harry sighed and put his face in his hands. Rubbing them through his hair and looked to the left. Straightening up he turned on his stool and gave his full attention to his house elf.

"Creature, back so soon?" He grinned.

"Yes master Potter." he bowed. Harry grimaced. "Creature if you going to say master at least use the name Black, will you?"

The elf looked at him for a moment. "Yes master black." he bowed again. "Master Snape recognized Creature and told him to leave."

A look of anxiety flittered across Harry's face before disappearing. "Did you at least tell him of the proposal?"

"Of course young master."

A grin cracked across his face. "Excellent Creature good job." Harry reached over to the tome and flipped it shut. The title Dark potions for the dark arts glittered in dark green letters across the cover. He picked it up and walked from the room. Creature following behind him.

The Portrait of his Grandmother closed behind him. a wide Snape like Smirk on his face.

"Are you pleased Harry?"

As he walked down the hall he looked over his shoulder. "Yes, Grandmother. I am very pleased. The needs to remain in stasis until the next full moon. Then in the last ingredients can be added." and he smiled and continues walking. The portrait of Sirius looked at him from its perch on the wall, and as usual he wore a scowl as Harry passed him.

"I can't believe you plan on doing this Harry!"

"Sirius, we have been over this as many times as I care to count, and each time I have said the same thing. We are done with this discussion. I am not going to change my mind because you tell me this is a bad idea."

"But Harry...!"

Harry flipped around. "No buts Sirius! I have made up my mind and I'm done following people blindly. Last time it almost got a bunch of us killed." he ran his hand over his hair. "It got you killed Sirius. The least I'm going to do is learn about both sides and figure out which would be best I side with."

Part 4 Riddle manor

"So potter wants to talk?" Lucius sat in a large backed chair next to an empty fire place. Swirling the liquid that was in his glass before downing it. "I wonder what this is about."

"Knowing potter its mostly likely some trap for the light." Severus growled from the window overlooking the manor grounds. House elves bustling around the landscape cleaning and preparing it.

Tom sat in his chair behind the desk contemplating this upcoming dilemma. The glass in his hands untouched as he listened to his two friends. A lot had happened in the past week since he had told them of his problems. They had started reconstructing the manor almost immediately. In place of the run down rubble pile it had been before stood a magnificent dark manor. And the inside was even more magnificent to Tom. Better than it had even when his father had been in charge of the manor.

The main hall had been recreated in white marble, black slate, and silver. And of course he felt warm every time he looked at the snakes that were charmed to travel the house. The reconstruction was almost complete and soon he felt that he could set his new plans into motion. Some death eaters would rebel. He knew this and it kept him thinking about the Potter boy.

What did he want? To try and kill him? Or was it something else? He had heard rumors. He lifted his glass to his lips and smiled. "Severus I think you should meet the boy." and tipped the glass and let the amber liquid scorch his throat.

A/N I couldn't think of a better way to end this chapter. And I've been staring at the page for a week. So I hope this is good enough. Have a slight idea where this will go next just let me know. Reviews?