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Leaky Cauldron
After the reading of Sirius's will Mason had barely spoken to Harry at all; once they had returned to the Leaky Cauldron Mason had read Sirius's letter and refused to speak to him or the house elves. When Harry asked about the letter or if he wanted to talk, Mason abruptly shook his head and clutched his letter tighter in his hand as though Harry threatened to take it from him by force.
Harry was deeply worried about Mason, he tried to tell himself that it was natural after what he just went through; after all his godson had just heard his deceased father's voice and read a personal letter from him. He wanted to stay by Mason to help him but he still had to meet the Black family's accountant and help organise a place for them to live. With a sigh Harry called for Dipsy.
"Yes Master Harry?" Dipsy chirped happily as she dipped herself into a low bow.
"Dipsy I need you to watch over Mason for me. I've got some business at Gringotts that I can't put off, especially if we are going school supply shopping tomorrow." Harry grumbled not happy about having to return to Gringotts so soon, he has been to the bank more frequently than ever lately.
"Of course Master Harry, Dipsy would love to spend some more time with Master Mason." Dipsy skipped excitedly over to the depressed Black heir and attempted to talk to him. With a final look back at the broken expression on Mason's face, Harry tucked his wand safely into his pocket and threw the enchanted Lord Black cloak over his shoulders before heading out of the room.
Disguised as the mysterious Lord Regent Black, Harry walked down the cobbled street of Diagon Alley towards Gringotts. Harry couldn't help noticing that, as he passed strangers on the street they seemed to take note of him; over the years he has grown to hate the way people looked at him as though they were almost awed by his presence but this was different, their faces were tense as they sent him glares of mistrust and anger. Harry willed himself to keep his eyes forward and ignore everything else. Harry was grateful when the large white stone bank came into view and hastened his pace, eager to get away from some of the shoppers. Once inside the bank Harry approached a shrewd looking goblin standing just inside of the doors.
"Could you please direct me to Zadhek, I have business to take care of with him." Harry requested. The goblin looked at him plainly before a glare found its way across his visage.
"Lord Black, follow me and I'll escort you to Zadhek." The goblin stiffly answered before turning away from Harry.
"Oh there's no need, if you could just point me…" Harry began before the Gringott's employee spun swiftly around on his heel and glared daggers at Harry that would put the strangers outside to shame.
"I said Lord Black…follow me and I'll escort you to Zadhek." He sneered darkly.
Harry was a little taken aback by this goblins fury; Harry knew goblins weren't the friendliest of creatures however they've never acted like this before to him. Taking Harry's shocked face as confirmation of his order that he was be escorted, the goblin swung back around and headed off again.
Finally after an awkward moment following his aggressive guide they arrived at the end of a long tunnel. The goblin pointed at a black wooden door with 'Zadhek – Black Family Accountant' carved into it. Without saying a farewell the goblin took off retracing his footsteps back to his post near the front doors.
Harry approached the office door and knocked clearly three times, whereby upon the third knock the accountant's door creaked open to admit him entrance. Harry gasped as he looked around the ornate chamber; the floor was covered in large black and green polished tiles, a large oak desk was sitting in the middle of the room accompanied by four black high-backed chairs, dozens of torches lined the walls that sent eerie shadows across the room. There was even a large portrait behind the desk of an old looking goblin wielding what looked like a red and silver sword, a cruel look in his beady black eyes. Zadhek was sitting behind his desk scribbling on a piece of parchment with a large eagle feather quill. Staring at the goblin in front of him Harry noticed certain similarities between Zadhek and Rognak whom he meet at Sirius's will reading; he had smoother looking pale skin, a wart on his cheek in the same place Rognak had although the biggest difference was that Zadhek had ebony hair.
"Ah, Harry. Excellent to see you again. How is Mr Black?" The goblin said politely looking up from his work inclining his head in a slight bow.
"Hello Zadhek." Harry greeted with a returning bow which elicited a sly grin from the goblin. "He's still processing what happened during the will reading." He confessed sadly.
"I see…well what can I do for you? I imagine you're here for a reason." Zadhek speculated as he folded his long, nimble fingers in front of him.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you without an appointment, however my time is short and I'm afraid that I won't be able to meet you for a while. So I hoped you wouldn't mind me stopping by for business." Harry smirked sheepishly.
"Don't worry yourself and please take a seat." Zadhek offered as Harry sat in one of the elegant looking chairs, trying to ignore the Slytherin colours around him.
"Well I had a few questions about the Black accounts and family if you could assist me. However first I was just wondering if you heard anything about 'Lord Black' I've been getting death stares all day and even one of your goblins seemed peeved at me." Harry grumbled. He had no idea why everyone today had been so negative towards him; perhaps he was just paranoid, after all Lord Black has only existed for about twenty-four hours how many enemies could he have made.
"You're a Black now which many still consider to be a dark family, so during these times it's unlikely you'll have many light sided allies." Zadhek lectured clearly amused at Harry's question. "You aren't going to be a big fan with many Goblins either, as the Blacks have a history of discrimination of almost all creatures – humanoid or otherwise."
"I was told that all Gringotts goblins would know who I really was?" Harry shouted unhappy with this surprising turn of events.
"It is my understanding that only the two family's accountants and Rognak know of your duel identities." Zadhek clarified retaining his smug persona much to Harry's annoyance.
"Fine I'll deal with it." Harry muttered crossing his arms dismissively.
"Now perhaps we can move onto the reasons behind your visit?" The goblin suggested.
"Err…right…firstly what condition are the Black estates in?" Harry stammered. After hearing about the pariah he became whenever he put the Lord Black cloak on, it just made him more eager to get back to Mason.
"Certainly, Grimmauld Place's wards are still in place and strong as they have ever been since they were constructed by Phineas Black in the early 1900's. Black Manor's wards however have been shattered and will need to be replaced as soon as possible. Unfortunately without a Lord Black…which was before you took the position…the wards were weak enough for Lucius Malfoy to destroy. Am I correct in assuming you're considering living in one of these locations, Harry?" Zadhek muttered in what Harry thought to be an unusually high pitched voice for a goblin.
"Yes I thought it would be better for Mason to live in one of his family's homes rather than a Potter estate." Harry cautiously answered. Harry knew that his statement was mostly true; however the main reason that he was interested in reviewing the Black properties was the reassurance that either Mason or himself would have to live or even see the Dursley family ever again.
"Without a doubt." Zadhek confirmed with a slight nod. "An excellent choice, the Black family's magic that is tied into both homes will be a real asset to young Mr Black."
"I thought you said that the wards on the Black Manor were destroyed though?" Harry frowned, feeling slightly confused.
"I did. The family's magic that was tied into the wards was weak enough to be destroyed with no Lord to control the wards and the Black family's magic. It's one of the biggest reasons the law that allowed you to become Lord Potter earlier than you were meant to, was because of the added risk to your properties and its magic. For a family's magic is sown into the walls, the floor and every inch of the home itself. Wards can be replaced easily and if you require I can place goblin wards onto the property now and when you're ready you can place your own." Zadhek offered.
Harry didn't know how to respond to Zadhek's offer; he had never had to place a ward on anything before and it was something that he had yet to be taught at Hogwarts. He summarized that he hardly had much of an opinion, the Black homes needed protection and if he couldn't do it someone had to.
"Sounds good, please place your strongest wards on Black Manor and if need be, please upgrade Grimmauld Place's wards as well, I don't want to take any risks. You can take the cost out of the Black Family Vaults." Harry decided firmly.
"Very good Lord Potter, the wards will be in place later today. Only Mr Black, your house elves and yourself will be keyed into the wards." Zadhek announced as he pulled out a piece of parchment and began quickly scribbling away about what Harry could only assume was details about the wards.
"Err…great, the last thing I wanted to talk to you about is how I would go about disowning someone from the Black family?" Harry asked watching the Black accountant carefully.
Zadhek immediately ceased writing and gently placed his quill down on the table before looking at Harry with a smirk.
"Why pray tell are you asking this of me Harry?"
"I spose, because I don't know how to do it and as the Black family accountant, I thought you might know." Harry shrugged sheepishly.
"Actually I'm not sure how to magically remove someone from your family Harry, each family have their own ways and must abide by certain rules…" Zadhek began however upon seeing Harry's dejected face he snorted. "…although I do have the journal of Phineas Black in my possession that is said to have details of the Black family within its pages however I can't promise what you seek is inside." Zadhek crossed the room and removed a small black, leather bound book from one of the shelves that lined the walls.
"This has been charmed to only allow the current Black Lord to read it, to everyone else it appears to be comprised of death threats in Latin…or so I've been told." Zadhek exclaimed quickly as he retook his seat and handed the journal to Harry.
"Now is there anything else you require?" Zadhek drawled as he picked up his quill and continued his frantic looking scribbling.
"No thanks but I do need to visit the Black Vaults to retrieve some money for Mason's school supplies."
"Very well. I will summon someone to take you down to your vaults. They will be awaiting you just outside the door. If that is all have a pleasant day. " Zadhek waddled over to the door and bowed him out of his office.
In the corridor just standing off to the side was a chubby goblin that appeared to be rather short even for a goblin, he was wearing the usual Gringotts uniform and other than his height, he appeared rather unimpressive.
"Lord Black follow me to your vault." He demanded as he looked Harry up and down disapprovingly before walking down the corridor and into the main hall. Harry sighed and followed the odd goblin towards the goblin carts, desperate to get the gold for Mason and get out.
After what seemed like thirty minutes they had arrived at a large plain black door that appeared to be camouflaged by the surrounding rock. Harry strode up to the door and pressed his hand onto the cold metal; as soon as Harry made contact with the door it seemed to grow hotter under his hand and when Harry tried to remove it, he realised his hand was stuck as though it had melted to the door. Harry quickly turned back to the goblin with the intention of asking for help however his gaze was only met with cold indifference. Suddenly the intense heat vanished from the door as quickly as it appeared; leaving Harry to gratefully coddle his right hand, upon close inspection he noticed that other than being slightly red there was no damage whatsoever to his hand.
The door suddenly swung open to admit him, in which Harry cautiously stepped inside as though concerned the Black's had placed booby-traps, a hidden dragon or something else equally dangerous or moronic to guard their vault. Harry let out a deep sigh of relief when nothing happened. Now that his trepidation had faded he was able to survey the room properly. The vault seemed to be a similar size to the Potter's although it was a lot more organised; there was a large black marble bookcase that was stuffed full of books off to the side, four large trunks and two boxes lined two of the walls which was where Harry guessed the family placed their heirlooms and various treasures and lastly a large oval, silver egg was sitting on a podium in the dead centre of the large chamber. As Harry walked further into the room and approached the strange looking egg he noticed that it had small flecks of green on it; as he was observing it he staggered back in shock as the egg moved slightly.
"I must ask that you step away from the egg Lord Black. I can't allow you to hatch the egg within our walls." His guide warned glaring intensely at Harry, as though daring him to take a step over the line where he could legally have a reason to cause him pain. Harry slowly backed up from the egg but quickly made mental notes on the egg so he could determine later what it was, knowing the Black family it would be something either dark, illegal or perhaps both.
Turning his attention away from the mysterious egg, Harry couldn't help but be slightly perplexed by the vault. According to Zadhek, the Blacks were a very wealthy family and like the Potter vault he expected to be affronted by a mass of galleons, sickles and knuts. Harry walked over to the first trunk on the floor and lifted the heavy wooden lid and gasped at the galleons that were simmering in the light from the small chandelier that hung from the centre of the ceiling.
"The trunks are enchanted by goblin magic; it's similar to the wizard's version of an undetectable extension charm, I'm sure you've heard of it." The cart goblin sneered.
Quickly Harry grabbed some of the galleons from the trunk and stuffed his pockets with them before he swept out of the vault allowing the door to swing hard behind him and magically seal itself.
Finally Harry had left Gringotts and proceeded back towards the Leaky Cauldron where he could check on Mason and give him his gold for their shopping trip.
Malfoy Manor
"Draco darling can you come down here a second?" Narcissa called out, her voice echoing around the manor. Narcissa was waiting for her son in the entrance hall after having just returned home from a meeting with her husband and Lord Travers. While waiting for her son she looked around the room with contempt; the walls were covered with the polished portraits of deceased Malfoy family members, even though they continued throughout the entire manor, she hated that her guests would be subjected to Septimus Malfoy's lecture on the weakening wizard economy every time they visit. She would gladly collect all the portraits tomorrow and burn them on the front lawn, if it wasn't for Lucius it would have happened a lot sooner.
It had been a rather stressful morning in the Malfoy manor after an owl from the ministry arrived informing them that their attempts to counteract Sirius's will was denied. The owl had arrived during breakfast; the large barn owl elegantly swept through the open window, dropping its burden on Lucius's plate as it headed for the back of a nearby empty chair, where it perched itself looking rather content. At first Narcissa wasn't sure why after opening the letter her husband's face soured as if he had sucked a lemon and his eyes narrowed dangerously, whatever the letter contained it was obviously bad. After he finished reading it for the third time, he threw it upon the table and stormed out ensuring to slam the double doors behind him. Narcissa quickly reached for the letter and sighed heavily. She could feel the beginnings of a migraine as she read of the Ministry of Magic's decision.
Eventually Draco appeared on the landing before he began walking down the stairs; he dressed in immaculate silk black robes, his blonde hair was sleeked back against his scalp with his chin held high. The image of Draco before her was making Narcissa swell with pride at how well she had trained him to become the next Lord Malfoy.
"You called mother?" Draco drawled.
"Yes Draco, as you know at breakfast we lost our appeal in regards to my cousins will…" she paused slightly until Draco gave a slight nod. "…well it appears that we don't have many options left open to us."
"What! But you promised that I would become Lord Malfoy-Black." Draco roared his face pinching together as his cheeks grew slightly pink.
"Calm yourself Draco after all Malfoy's don't lose control easily." Narcissa lectured reconsidered her earlier thoughts about Draco's demeanour. "However it's true, your father is going down one last legal avenue whereas I am going to try and organise a meeting with him."
"Why would you want to meet him?" Draco raised an eyebrow feeling completely bewildered by his mother's actions. Normally nothing would stand in the way of what she wanted and giving up isn't like her.
"You know very well Draco that as he is the current Head of the Black family he has some power over us, we are still members of the Black family. It would be extremely foolish to anger him especially if he were to find out what your father is planning." Narcissa pointed out.
"I suppose." Draco muttered bitterly, hating the thought of playing nice with a man that stole something from him.
"Don't pout Draco, it's rather unbecoming." Narcissa scolded feeling her irritation rise with Draco's attitude. She stilled and took a deep breath, she knew that she would need Draco to participate properly and would need a new tactic.
"Listen my Dragon while your father works through his plan we will need to work through ours. Don't think of it as being nice its more about gathering intelligence." Narcissa reasoned as a light shone behind Draco's grey eyes.
"You mean for the Dark Lord." Now Draco's entire face was alight with malice glee. "Get him close so we can sell him out to the Dark Lord leaving me as the last male Black descendant alive."
"Exactly Draco." She patted him on the shoulder before heading up the stairs towards her private study. She paused on the third step when Draco called out for her, when she glanced back she shot him a patient expression.
"Mother you never did mention what father's plan was."
"The main reason that the current Lord Black is in that position because of Sirius's child, however if the child was moved into someone else's care then they could become Lord Regent Black." Narcissa explained with a calm expression.
"So father is trying to get custody of the brat?" Draco asked curiously.
"Yes even if we can't get any useful information on Lord Black, it also means that neither can the Ministry or that mudblood lover - Dumbledore. Lucius will argue that it would be better that my cousin's child live with his closest Black family. To fight that claim Lord Black would have to produce personal information which we can use to our advantage." Narcissa declared as she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, growing tired of her son's curious nature.
"What if he wins though?" Draco countered.
"My dear dragon, your father will take the legal route however there is more than one way to take a child." Narcissa darkly claimed as she returned to climbing the stairs. "Besides if his guardian gets in the way your aunt has mentioned that she would be delighted to fix our problem." A light cackle escaped her lips at the thought of her sister unrestrained.
Leaky Cauldron
Harry pushed open Mason's bedroom door and was immediately affronted by a bubbly Dipsy.
"Dipsy is grateful that Master Harry Potter has returned." She beamed up at him.
"Why? What's wrong with Mason?" Harry panicked, his green eyes scanning the room for his godson.
"Oh Master Mason is fine. Master Harry shouldn't worry he went to get some lunch downstairs." She reassured Harry.
At Dipsy's calming words he relaxed not even realising that he had grown upset at the thought of further problems for Mason. The last time he felt anything similar was when he attempted to save Sirius.
"Dipsy why are you up here and Mason downstairs? You've refused to leave his side since we returned from Gringotts." he sighed and gently rubbed his temples curious at the Black elf's excitement; true she was normally a bundle of ever-positive energy however the almost smug look in her eyes was throwing him a bit.
"Oh Dipsy knows that Master Mason is safe, Kreacher is watching him downstairs and is apparently looking forward to attack anyone who approaches Master Mason." She giggled happily.
Harry groaned at the thought of Kreacher attacking Tom - the poor elderly innkeeper at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Um…okay. I spose I better go downstairs and join him for lunch I completely forgot the time." He admitted but before he turned a small cough from the little house elf caught his attention.
"Yes Dipsy?"
"Master Harry has mail!" she proclaimed enthusiastically. She clicked her long fingers and instantly two envelopes appeared in her hand. "They came for Lord Black just after you left so Dipsy was looking after them for Master Harry."
Harry took the two letters from Dipsy and stared at each closely. The first one was written in loopy handwriting using green ink on a plain envelope while the other was written in minuscule black lettering and had a crest seal protecting its contents that Harry didn't recognise. Harry thanked Dipsy and requested that she join Kreacher and Mason downstairs and to tell them he'd be down later. With a small bow Dipsy vanished leaving Harry alone. Sure that he was alone Harry quickly left Mason's bedroom and proceeded to his room to ensure his privacy. Harry quickly moved over to his desk and opened the green ink envelope.
Dear Lord Black,
My name is Albus Dumbledore and as I am sure you are aware I'm the current headmaster for Hogwarts where your ward till be attending in about a week.
While I don't believe that we have previously met before I would appreciate it if you would agree to a meeting. I only wish to discuss a rather personal business arrangement with you and can assure you that there is no ill will on my end.
If you are agreeable to having a meeting please feel free to owl me at your earliest convenience.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry snorted as he read Dumbledore's letter, thinking that the headmaster seemed to be losing his touch; Dumbledore has the irritating habit of everything he says coming out as a riddle almost like he deliberately weaves it into conversation as some kind of test like a Sphinx. It was obvious to Harry that Dumbledore was a bit sore about losing the Order's headquarters and was interested in getting it back for the light side. Harry stuffed Dumbledore's letter back into its envelope and proceeded to the second one.
Lord Black,
I am writing to you as our new Head of House to discuss some family business with you. As you are well aware my son Draco Malfoy is a member of the Black family just as he is the Malfoy's and now that our family has a proper head I wish to discuss the future of my family.
I'm sure that you have heard of my husband's attempt at the Ministry and at Gringotts to remove you from the position of Lord Black and I wish for you to know that it had nothing to do with me – I just wish that my attempts to stop Lucius had been more successful.
I hope you agree to a family meeting in which we will get a chance to meet my cousin's child. This would also give you the chance to meet us and Draco, whom I'm sure, would be only too happy watch out for Mason at Hogwarts for you.
Looking forward to your fast reply,
Narcissa Malfoy nee Black.
Harry couldn't help but be surprised by the Malfoy letter; while they were obviously after something as well he would have thought they were more underhanded than direct, especially if his previous experience with their son was anything to go by.
Deciding to put it off so he could spend more time with Mason, he stuffed the letters into his robe pocket and quickly left to join his godson.
The next day Harry was extremely pleased to see that Mason seemed to be in higher spirits, he even gave a smile and shared a brief conversation over breakfast. He was happy that Mason was coming out of his shell more since the will reading, not just for Mason's sake but only speaking with Dipsy and Kreacher was starting to give him a headache. Preparing to leave his room Harry covered himself with the Lord Black cloak before striding out; he was starting to get used to the cold trickle that swept over him every time he wanted to leave his room. Even though he'd prefer to be without it, he was shocked that he getting used it; from the odd feeling of being taller as well as the deeper and huskier voice. He knocked on Mason's door and waited until the wooden door opened to reveal Mason dressed in jeans and a plain green shirt.
"Ready?" Harry smiled deliberately ignoring the Slytherin coloured shirt.
"Yep let's go." Mason declared.
Their first stop was to Madam Malkin Robes for all Occasions for Mason's uniforms and a few casual robes. Harry was just waiting in the main shop pretending to browse through the store while he waited for Mason to finish up. He was about to start his second round of the clothing racks when Madam Malkins nasal tones summoned him into the back of the shop. Harry moved towards the voice and slid the curtain aside to see the chubby figure of Madam Malkin making the finishing touches to Mason's Hogwarts robes as he stood on a stool surrounded by mirrors; each of which were reflecting his bored face.
"Ah yes Lord Black would you like me to attach the Black family crest to Mason's new robes?" Malkin sniffed while she awkwardly stood up from the floor and began dusting off her teal robes.
Harry snorted thinking that emblazoning someone's clothes with their family crest sounded like something that Draco Malfoy would do.
"No thanks Madam I would rather you didn't. Is he finished?"
"He is ready to go and I will ensure that his new Hogwarts uniforms and the selection that was picked out for him are ready in the next hour or so." The witch smiled at Harry as Mason gratefully jumped down from his podium.
Harry gave Madam Malkin a final slight bow and muttered that he will be back then to collect their order before leaving the shop with Mason on his heels.
It took them almost two hours as they began finishing their shopping. When they entered Flourish and Blotts Harry chuckled amusedly at Mason as he vigorously began striding up and down the rows, his grey eyes quickly roaming over the book spines on each shelf. Harry left Mason to it as he pulled out his book list and started to gather his own ensuring that he also picked up at least one book on the history of purebloods. Even with the Black tome that he received from Zadhek, he wanted to be prepared. Once they had both got what books they wanted they preceded to the teller for purchase.
"You do know that Hogwarts as its own library, right?" Harry giggled as he observed the three extra books that were precariously stacked in Mason's hands.
"Of course but I really wanted to get ahead start, Remus said that I should revise my textbooks now to give the professors a positive opinion of me." Mason beamed effectively ignoring Harry's jibe.
"What did Sirius say about that?" Harry sassed instantly regretting bringing up Mason's father. They hadn't spoken about him since Mason started to come around a bit more, mainly because Harry was worried he would get upset again.
"He agreed actually…well as long as I promised to blow something up during my first month." Mason smirked. Harry laughed easily picturing Sirius making sure that Mason swore that he'd hold up the Marauder traditions.
"So is it okay I get the extra books?" Mason begged as he hesitantly held out his books to the shop keeper, his puppy dog expression pulling at Harry's heart strings.
"It's your money mate. But don't think I don't know what you're doing with those sad eyes." Harry accused.
Grinning broadly Mason handed over a selection of galleons and sickles and picked up two bulging brown bags that now contained his new tomes. Next stop was the apothecary where Mason required a cauldron and the basic first year ingredients while Harry just needed to replenish his. Mason had barely taken two steps into the dimly lit store before his nose wrinkled up in disgust.
"Don't worry 'bout the smell it's probably just the rotten armadillo bile, frog's brains or even crushed horned slug." Harry jested faking a large shiver for effect.
"Really?" Mason had visibly paled at Harry's joke as though he was picturing himself trying to squish a slimy pale green slug with a mallet.
The surprise on Mason's face was too much for Harry, he laughed causing his godson's face to redden as he realised what Harry was doing.
"Not funny! You'd better watch out, I've learnt a lot from Remus and Dad – not all of it was about my 'studies.'' Mason threatened watching as Harry's mirth died down quickly.
Harry gathered their supplies while steering Mason away from the enchanted cauldrons that stirred themselves and paid the shop owner so that they could move on. Mason wasn't the only one who hated the apothecary; Harry found the smell completely horrendous, which was easily worse than Dudley's old socks and just like his potions classroom it always seemed to give him a headache.
"Alright mate we are almost done, just two shops left then we can head back and eat. So why don't you pick the last place. Do you wanna go get your wand or…"
"Wand." Mason interrupted, his grey eyes filled with excitement. Harry was a little taken aback, since this morning Mason's mood just seemed to keep on improving, not that he was complaining. At first Harry found it hard to hang out with Mason; he was either pouting at Harry being his guardian over Remus or sad about losing his Dad. He completely understood both but he felt awkward by the looks he got from Mason - they weren't exactly welcoming. The now uncontrollable glee that was emanating from Mason reminded him strongly of an old picture Harry saw from when Sirius was at school, surrounded by the other marauders.
"Ollivanders it is." Harry declared grinning down at his eager ward. With that they headed further down Diagon Alley towards an old, run down store. Just as they approached Ollivanders worn and faded door a loud pop startled Harry causing him to abruptly halt and tighten his grip on his many parcels before he ran into the scowling face of Kreacher.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Kreacher?" Harry screamed glaring at the small elf.
"Watching." Kreacher answered simply with a shrug, which Harry returned with a frown. "Kreacher has been watching Lord Black and Master Mason since they left Kreacher and Dipsy."
"Why does that explain you popping up and giving me a heart attack?" Harry bellowed not caring about the curious stares from passers-by.
"Kreacher was wondering to himself- Why is Lord Black and Master Mason carrying their shopping around like pack mules?" Kreacher asked rhetorically ignoring his master's irritated expression. The elf snapped his wrinkly fingers causing every package that they had been dragging around to vanish into thin air.
"That was a job for Kreacher and Dipsy, not Kreacher's masters." Kreacher hissed in frustration.
"Fine, you want something to do Kreacher. Go to Madam Malkins and collect Mason's new robes and school uniform. I've already paid so they just need collecting." Harry ordered trying to rein in his anger.
"Kreacher will do as Master Harry wishes. Call if masters need anything!" After giving each a slight bow the moody house elf vanished.
"Should 'a just given him a bloody shirt." Harry muttered as he aggressively pulled the shop door open.
Harry waltzed into the large dusty shop and gazed around, realising that not much had changed since his first year; every inch of the shop seemed to be covered in thick layers of dust, every inch of the walls were hidden by large shelves filled with rectangular boxes that Harry knew from experience contained wands. Standing at the counter with a stack of wands piled in front of him was a short brown haired boy and a tall bald man; each were dressed impeccably in crisp emerald green robes with a large crest upon their chest. Harry and Mason took a seat near the door as they waited for the others to finish.
"Is it always this hard to get a wand?" Mason nervously whispered to Harry watching as another red wand was added to the ever growing pile.
"It just depends, my first time getting a wand Ollivander explained that every wand is different and it's the wand that choices the wizard. They've just got to find the right combination." Harry could tell that Mason's excitement about getting a magic wand was now slightly mixed with concern.
"What happens if he hasn't got a wand for me?" Mason gulped his eyebrows slightly furrowed effectively confirming Harry's thoughts.
"Don't worry about it – trust me he's got one for you." He promised the nervous boy next to him.
Thankfully the boy had finally found his destined wand, which was signalled by large blue flames that erupted from his new wand. After the boy and his father bought the wand they left the shop without even glancing at them, thus leaving Harry and Mason as the only customers.
"Ah young Mr Black pleasure to meet you." Ollivander came out from behind the bench to greet them.
Mr Ollivander like his shop hadn't changed whatsoever since Harry's last visit; his wild wavy grey hair, unironed robes and large black rings around his eyes made Harry think that the old man was probably a workaholic and needed sleep.
"Err…nice to meet you as well sir." Mason squeaked perfecting imitating Dipsy.
"Have no fear lad this will be a memorable event for you, now which is your wand arm?" Ollivander said firmly.
"Umm…I-I'm r-right handed?" Mason stuttered biting his bottom lip.
"Perfect." He shouted excitedly as he launched himself towards a shelf on the right side of the room.
"This Mr Black is 11", made of yew and dragon-heart string rather nice and swishy. Optimal for curses and the like." Ollivander handed a pale wand to Mason however once his trembling hands had grabbed it, Ollivander quickly snatched it away muttering to himself.
"Never mind Mr Black…let's try…ah – Pine, Unicorn tail hair, 13" and rather supple." Ollivander said offering a long wand to Mason.
Mason held the wand in his hand for a moment expecting Ollivander to take it back, except the older wizard was just looking at him expectantly. Giving a hesitant look at Harry he lifted the wand over his hand and dramatically brought it down in front of him, instantly the wand exploded putting a large hole in one of the shelves that lined the walls; the resulting explosion sent boxes of wands flying around the room, from where Harry sat it appeared that the wands had just been thrown around with no damage - the shelf however was a different story. Mason quickly thrust the wand into Ollivanders hand and began apologising profusely at the damage he wrought. The wand maker just shrugged and waved his concerns away as he pondered over the shelves, considering his new choice. While they were waiting for Ollivanders next wand, Harry gave Mason an encouraging smile and a thumbs up from his seat trying to get the boy to relax.
"Perhaps this one Mr Black. This is made of rowan, dragon heart string 12" pliable excellent for charms." Ollivander wheezed from the smoke still hovering in the room after the explosion. The wand-maker offered a large black box to Mason. Harry watched his godson remove a dark brown wand from its box and nervously flicked it at the other side of the room. A loud bang shocked Harry as he watched several streamers of light twist themselves from the wand tip and shoot towards the wall.
Harry clapped with Ollivander as Mason lowered his wand a huge grin covering his face.
"Fantastic Mr Black, rather fantastic." Ollivander congratulated as he took Mason's wand to wrap it up in its box.
Mason paid for his wand and once they left had already opened the box to admire his new wand.
"Congratulations mate." Harry praised as he ruffled Mason's black hair brotherly. "One last shop and we can eat." At his words his stomach lurched, growing desperate for food.
"What one's left, I thought we got everything." Mason asked confused.
"Take out your supply list and read what's written down the bottom." Harry suggested.
Mason quickly pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket and scanned to the end.
"I can take a pet?" He bristled at the news.
"Yep, you can take an owl, cat or toad although I'd avoid a toad at all costs if I were you. Be a social outcast before you step through the door." Harry muttered the last sentence to himself remembering Neville in his first year; the best thing to happen to pet and owner alike was when Neville lost his toad for the thirty-fifth time – it thankfully turned out to be the last.
"Why can't I take Felix?" Mason demanded his face tense.
Harry knew Mason was concerned about his pet crup however he highly doubted that Hogwarts would allow in a pet with a forked tail that has anger management problems; if another student had barely insulted Mason, he was sure that Felix would hunt them down wagging his tail happily as he did so.
"Look why don't you let Felix protect Remus while we are at school, I'm sure he could use the company. When we get back we can take him home. Crups are a bit too dangerous to be around hundreds of students, I'm sorry mate but I doubt they'll let you take him." He tried to logically reason with his stroppy godson.
Harry could tell that Mason wasn't impressed although there wasn't much he could do about that. He practically had to drag his godson into the magical menagerie where thankfully his mood levelled out slightly as he looked around the store. The magical pet store was crammed full of different animals all hissing, squawking, meowing, hooting or scurrying madly around their cages; while Harry enjoyed watching the creatures they certainly caused a din. They left the shop ten minutes later with a large tawny owl perched on Mason's shoulder, who was grinning up at his new friend.
"Have you decided what you're going call him yet?" Harry inquired as they passed a crowd of people huddled around Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Nar not yet. I'm going to wait before I name him. He looks pretty cool doesn't he?" Mason gushed.
Harry just nodded in agreement as they headed back up Diagon Alley towards the Leaky Cauldron where Harry was certain two little house elves will be waiting. He opened the door to the tavern letting Mason and his new owl walk ahead.
That night before Harry retired he pulled out Phineas Black's book he received at Gringotts and his two new books on pureblood history. Even if he had to study into the late night like his best friend Hermione he would, he was determined to not seem ignorant of his new positions.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dumbledore was starting to get worried, it had been about a week since he had sent his letter to Lord Black asking for an audience and still there was no word. He had spent that time desperately trying to find other appropriate locations for the Order of the Phoenix; however nothing seemed to be as good even if he personally warded it.
He was sitting in his office late reading over a troubling correspondence he had received from an ally within the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore rubbed his weary eyes as he considered the unfortunate news about the growing corruption within its walls when a loud screech distracted him. A large tawny owl flew in through his open window and dropped a letter onto the desk. Dumbledore instantly began casting counter-curses and charms to ensure the safety of the parchment; remembering back to the days when such paranoid thinking wasn't required. Thankfully his spells revealed that it was clean.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I must apologise for my late reply however I was held up with family business – I'm certain you understand. If you feel it's important I agree to a meeting. Perhaps at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow evening at seven.
I will assume you accept the time and location if I don't hear back from you.
Lord Black
Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief, while he had plans with the order tomorrow night this meeting had to come first; this new Lord held power and it was extremely important that he put his resources to assisting him and the light side. The headmaster grabbed some ink and his quill and wrote a note to McGonagall asking if she could take over the next meeting. Dumbledore took out his wand and extinguished the remaining light sources from the room and headed to his personal chambers contemplating both of the evening's informative letters.
Leaky Cauldron
It had been over a week since they had returned from their shopping trip for supplies and they had each been rather busy with separate projects. Mason had been working on consuming as much knowledge from his school textbooks as possible with only his new pet owl for company. He named the noisy owl Falco after a famous wizard he had read about, he was the first recorded animagus in history. Whereas Harry was desperately trying to learn as much history of the Black and Potter families and the social protocols he was now expected to adhere to. The two would only meet up for meals in the tavern where they would talk about what they learnt; Harry really enjoyed these moments because it made him feel like they were a real family sharing a meal like normal people. Harry could remember something similar when he was visiting the Weasley's in his second year however he more witnessed it rather than experienced it. Growing up with the Dursley's Harry never really had any positive family memories; the closet Harry ever felt to one of the Dursley's was when Dudley used to beat him up at primary school.
They had three days before they were had to be on the platform to catch the Hogwarts Express to school. Harry had promised himself and Mason that before they left for school, they would have a permanent home. Feeling confident that the goblins had restored the wards on Black Manor, Harry spent the morning teaching Mason how to use the Floo Network seeing as he couldn't apparate yet it seemed the safer option.
That afternoon Harry and Mason packed up their belongs in preparation for moving into their new home.
Black Mansion
Harry and Mason tumbled out of a large stone fireplace, both coughing and wheezing from the smoke and fire they had inhaled. Harry helped Mason up from the floor and looked around. They were in a massive room with a dark polished wooden floor that seemed to stretch throughout the house. Other than the enormous grey fireplace, the only other thing in the room were several paintings that lined the walls each of its occupants were fast asleep in their frames.
"Where's the furniture Harry?" Mason mumbled as he spun around slowly in total awe of the fancy room. Harry had to admit it was impressive although like Mason he was curious about why the house was seemingly empty. When Harry visited Grimmauld Place last year the entire place had been completely furnished, a little dusty perhaps but still once it was cleaned up – liveable.
"Can I take a look around Harry?" Mason pleaded looking hopefully up at Harry.
"Go on pick out a good room and then we'll summon Dipsy and Kreacher to bring our stuff over." Harry smiled raising his voice after Mason, who had already tore out of the room after Harry's first two affirmative words.
Harry spent the next thirty minutes checking out the house, it was huge and gorgeous; it turned out to be a three floor home not including the extensive and dreary dungeon, the first floor had what could pass as a lounge room and dining room as well as a kitchen and potions laboratory. Once he ascended the large marble staircase, the second floor had two spacious bedrooms, enormous library, huge study and office whereas the third floor had another three bedrooms, bathrooms and a huge room with a collection of weapons that included wands. The wands were covered in dust which Harry assumed was a collection of deceased Black family member's wands. The odd dark stains on the weapons made Harry realise that this room was either for sparing or used for torture. Considering who owned the house in the past Harry was secretly leaning towards torture.
Realising that he only had a few hours until his meeting with Dumbledore, Harry quickly summoned the two Black house elves to the manor. They arrived carrying the rest of their property, both of which looked very pleased to be there. They spent the remaining hours unpacking their belongings and setting up their bedrooms as best they could. With a heavy sigh Harry mentally began to add to his to-do list, of everything he had to fix or organise; purchase furniture for the entire house, attempt to restore the library's resources, destroy the stash of weapons on the third floor and stock the potions laboratory.
After sharing a hurried dinner with Mason on the floor of the dining room, that Dipsy had graciously whipped up for them - Harry ran up to his master bedroom on the third floor to get ready for the meeting. Harry reviewed his plan in his head over and over again, terrified of making a mistake and it blowing up in his face. Once he was sure he was ready, Harry checked in on Mason who was happily reading Standard Book of Spells – Grade 1. Harry giggled to himself at the thought of a Sirius and Hermione hybrid as he bid his godson goodnight and headed to the fireplace.
Leaky Cauldron
Harry was nervously wringing his hands continuously waiting for Dumbledore to arrive. He had strategically requested a small booth in the back corner of the tavern from Tom; he was hoping to keep their meeting as private as possible. From its current position, the inconspicuous table would help in not making their meeting a spectacle where any patron could watch and thanks to Dipsy and Harry's efforts there was no way anyone could eves drop.
Harry checked his watch as he reviewed his plan. Knowing Dumbledore he would want a decent amount of information and if Harry couldn't answer basic questions about his own history or Sirius it would look extremely suspicious. After another five nerve wracking minutes, a tall elderly man wearing dark blue robes stepped out from the Leaky Cauldron's large fireplace. Harry felt the all too familiar feeling as his headmasters eyes flicked rapidly around the room before resting upon him - twinkling madly. As Dumbledore walked towards Harry's table, a feeling of foreboding descended upon Harry. One of the first times the older wizard had sent him that same expression was when he spotted Ron and himself hiding under his father's invisibility cloak in their second year. What if Dumbledore could see through the Lord Black enchantment and see the real him? However it was too late to back out now as Dumbledore took the remaining seat at his small wooden table.
"Greetings Lord Black, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." Dumbledore greeted airily.
"You as well Professor." Harry stiffly replied trying to will his body to relax.
"Now, I don't mind admitting that I was curious as to why you accepted this meeting. If you would not mind humouring me a moment." Dumbledore's pale blue eyes bore into Harry's as though they were trying to throw him off balance.
"Why because I'm a Black and therefore should follow Voldemort?" Harry scoffed.
"Yes actually." Dumbledore smiled pleasantly.
"I would have thought a wizard such as yourself, should understand that a family's beliefs shouldn't impact an individuals." Harry snapped feeling slightly offended on Sirius's behalf. He knew it was difficult for Sirius, never being fully trusted all because of his last name and his false imprisonment, even after everything he did for them.
"I quite agree with you. The most telling thing about someone is the choices that they make throughout their lives." Dumbledore nodded, his smile had grown into a grin while Harry was talking. Harry groaned at the realisation that he fell for one of the headmasters little tests.
"Professor I accepted your invitation because I feel that we can both gain something from this meeting." Harry enjoyed watching Dumbledore's blue eyes widen slightly with his words.
"Oh?"
"Shall I cut to the chase then Professor and save us some small talk?" Harry offered.
"Very well my boy." Dumbledore agreed as mirth filled his vacant expression.
"You are here to request the use of Grimmauld Place for the Order of the Phoenix while I am here to bargain something for my godson." Harry plainly explained while trying to refrain from giggling at Dumbledore's shocked expression.
"It appears you are well informed my boy." Dumbledore whispered after a moment's pause.
"If you would rather not call me by my title, you may simply use Black." Harry snorted. "Almost anything is better than boy."
"Of course I'm sorry. I sincerely meant nothing by it, once you get to my age it is easy to fall into the habit of calling people that." Dumbledore apologised, chuckling slightly at his little joke.
"No offense was taken Dumbledore."
"Great. Now you know what I want however I am rather blissfully unaware of your desired outcome for our meeting." Dumbledore hummed as he cocked an eyebrow at Harry waiting for him to speak.
"In exchange for using Grimmauld Place as a headquarters, I want you to remove the ban on first years joining the house Quidditch teams and obviously bringing their own brooms." Harry proposed, again enjoying Dumbledore's expression.
"Really? I was expecting something…different. As you are giving up your family's home, I assumed this conversation to be slightly more challenging."
"As you already know I was aware of what you wanted, so with Mason attending Hogwarts in a matter of days I was hoping to use this to my advantage."
"I see. You do realise that those particular rules are there for the student's safety?"
"Obviously. All I want is for those rules to be lifted. You can arrange other safety precautions if you wish without damaging our agreement." Harry rolled his eyes at Dumbledore. He knew that they were practically strangers with Harry in his current form however did Dumbledore think he'd endanger his godson.
"Very well I accept." Dumbledore gave Harry a small smile while reaching across the table, offering Harry his hand.
"Good..." Harry replied shaking Dumbledore's hand. "…however I believe since we've forged this new 'alliance' that I should inform you of something." Harry offered mysteriously.
"Alliance…so I can safely assume that you aren't one of Voldemort's deatheaters then?" Dumbledore quirked a bushy eyebrow at Harry as if to signal an unspoken challenge.
"I am not, nor will I ever be a dark wizard or some pathetic thrall of Voldemort's." Harry lifted the sleeves of his robes one at a time to clearly show his arms for Dumbledore's inspection. Once Dumbledore was satisfied he straightened out his robes.
"To be honest you seem to be losing your touch Dumbledore, I was expecting that to be your first question to me." Harry teased.
"Yes it does appear that old age has certainly set in, I don't believe it wise to deny that." Dumbledore smiled as he stroked his long white beard. "Since you have proven that you're not one of his followers and I can tell you are acting of your own accord - have you considered joining the order? We could always use more wizards with your resources to join our ranks." Dumbledore proposed.
"I am neutral in this war Dumbledore although if it came to it, I would join Harry's cause." Harry vowed pretending to think over Dumbledore's offer. "I will consider your offer, that however a worthwhile cause it is - it didn't seem to be healthy for my cousin, now was it?" Harry's huffed as depressing thoughts began swimming around his head.
"Yes a terrible tragedy. Sirius was a good man and was a sad loss for the order." Dumbledore whispered softly.
"…and his family!" Harry snapped fire flaring behind his normally calm emerald eyes. He was completely shocked by his headmaster's words; Sirius was supposedly close to Dumbledore like his parents were and here he is more concerned over losing a warrior than a friend.
"Of course." He nodded to Harry. "However since we have reached an agreement I believe we are done for today. If you reach a decision on if you'd like to join the order please let me know." Dumbledore reached out shook Harry's hand again to signal the end of their meeting.
"Dumbledore if you recall there was something I mentioned that you should be informed of, remember?" Harry smirked.
"Oh right, sorry Lord Black you are indeed correct." Dumbledore motioned with his hand for Harry to continue.
"While what I am about to let you know may shock you, I must insist you let me finish before you interrupt." At Dumbledore's acceptance Harry grinned and continued. "I am well aware of Harry Potter's troubles with the Dursleys and am here to inform you that he will now be living with Mason and I…"
"What?" Dumbledore growled quietly as he slowly rose grasping the side of the table.
"Please Professor if you'd allow me to finish?" However it appeared Dumbledore didn't hear him; either from the blood slowly rising in his face or he simply chose to ignore Harry as he remained standing, the twinkle missing from his blue eyes.
"Harry and I have come to an understanding you see. I have offered Harry sanctuary at Black Manor until his seventeenth birthday after which he can move into one of the Potter estates when he claims his lordship." Harry explained.
"Why would you offer Harry that? You have no right to remove him from his legal guardians." Dumbledore sneered his calm exterior shattered; the older wizard's hands were grasping the table so tightly his knuckles had gone white.
"Your first question is rather simple to answer - because Harry was miserable there. Lastly, I do have the right to remove him from the Dursley's home due to our family's allegiance." Harry revealed tracing the grooves on the table with his fingers rather than up at his furious headmaster.
"The Potter and Black families have never been allies and without a current Lord Potter there would be nobody to make the oath to change that." Dumbledore retorted as he slowly sank back into his chair.
"They're allies now. As you are well aware that once Harry asked for sanctuary from Dursley and Voldemort alike I'm legally allowed to assist him – underage or not." Harry informed calmly. While he thought he sounded calm that certainly wasn't the case on the inside. Harry's stomach was churning whilst being trapped under Dumbledore's icy glare. He was glad that Dumbledore seemed not to be interested in questioning him further on how the two families became allies. After Harry had first finished reading Phineas's journal he attempted to ally the Black and Potter family's however the magic described in the book failed to happen. Until Kreacher's aggravating tone rang out through his bedroom.
"What is Master trying to do? Master should be asleep. Master Harry requires more sleep because of his tainted blood." Kreacher then tilted his head to the side as though hoping that might give him a different perspective on his odd Master.
"I'm gonna go to sleep soon, I was just trying to ally the Black family with the Potters, but it's not working." Harry grunted in frustration throwing the journal down dramatically on the bed.
"They are already allies with each other silly half-blood Master." Kreacher huffed as he rolled his large eyes.
"What? But I thought…"
"The two families share the same wizard as Head…they cannot be enemies. Once Master Harry accepted both roles, the families were instantly sided." Kreacher sighed as though this should be the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry realised he wasn't concentrating properly and turned his attention back at Dumbledore who during Harry's little flashback had grown rather calm, which was extremely unsettling to him.
"Very well Lord Black although I insist on regular check-ups with Harry to ensure he's safe." Dumbledore firmly declared as though Harry didn't have a choice in it however Harry had already thought of this possibility.
"I don't mind Dumbledore, in fact why don't you send Lupin during the school breaks to check on Harry. I'm sure they would enjoy catching up." Harry smiled innocently.
"Actually I was thinking of sending Professor Snape. Seeing as you selected a rather private and privately sealed location for us, you would prefer others not knowing about your light side tendencies." Dumbledore summarized
"You are obviously welcome to send whoever you like." Harry countered. "Although I feel I should warn you that only Lupin will be allowed through my wards…and only during scheduled meeting times of course."
"Very well…I see no problem with that." He agreed.
"I believe that concludes our business, if you'll excuse me I must take my leave so I can change the wards on Grimmauld Place; I'm assuming you and your members will need access immediately?" Harry yawned beginning to feel the events of the day bear down upon him.
"Yes, I must be leaving as well. As soon as possible would be fantastic." Dumbledore confirmed. "Have a pleasant evening I suspect I'll be seeing you soon."
Harry nodded in farewell before quickly heading towards the fireplace so he could speak with Dipsy about the wards. He stuffed his shaking hands into his pockets on his way, feeling shocked at how well the meeting went; while he didn't exactly win Dumbledore over he achieved everything he wanted. Harry was glad and surprised that Dumbledore wasn't curious about Lord Black, although he had worked out the basics he doubted they would get past Dumbledore.
As Harry reached the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder, he failed to notice an old looking witch at the bar that never took her observant brown eyes off him. The witch fit in perfectly with the odd occupants of the wizarding tavern; she had long greying hair with streaks of blonde through it and painful burn scars that covered her hands and the left side of her face. Once Harry had vanished in a swirl of green flames, the woman put her goblet down on the bar and began hobbling over to the back door of the Leaky Cauldron. Standing on the other side of the door leaning against the barrier to Diagon Alley was a grinning Albus Dumbledore. With the door closed firmly behind her the witch let out a long withheld sigh. Instantly the extensive burns that covered her skin began to fade away leaving nothing but clear skin behind, her long hair slowly began to shrink into her head, growing brighter until it settled on pink.
"What did you get from that Tonks?"