Don't hate me for being gone so long! I love this story and I just need to get the ball rolling. Comments would help and I know I have more followers now so please get on my ass about not updating or I will forget!I hope you like this chapter it will explain some things and set up for others. Thank you all for being patient!

Narcissa was first to welcome him, she stood and held out her elegant hand, palm down. Harry walked over and smiled as he took her hand and shook it lightly.

"Well we'll have to work on that. " she smiled and patted Harry's arm. Harry didn't stop to question that comment, he walked straight to Sirius' shimmering form. The man looked the same as he had the day he died, well beside the fact that he was now smartly dressed and had a fond smile. He wanted so badly to reach out and embrace Sirius but he knew what he was now, a ghost. So they looked at each other with happy tears in their eyes and Sirius hovered is hand over Harry's shoulder and sighed.

"I know. Lets get started shall we?" Sirius motioned for Harry to take a seat. Kreacher appeared with a tray of tea and small scones then left again.

"Started? What is it we are starting on?" Harry tossed a questioning glance at both of them as he took his seat.

"Well there is no way to start smoothly so we'll just jump right on in there, aye Cissy?" Sirius looked at Narcissa with that same amused glint in his eyes. She ignored him and looked at Harry square in the eyes,

" Harry, the Potter family are the direct descendants of Ignotus Peverell and have been the highest ranking pureblood family for centuries. Priding themselves on their Gryffindor line. Your father, James Phineas Potter, was the son of Phineas Charlus Potter and Penelope Greengrass. Phineas' parents were Charlus Potter and Harriet Weasley, yet Harriet died in childbirth and Charlus married Dorea Black…"

"Wait, wait. So you're telling me that I'm actually related to the Weasleys?" Harry asked. Narcissa smiled knowingly and nodded before continuing.

"This ancestry makes you the heir to the Potter name. But that is not all you are heir to…"

"The next part is from me," Sirius smiled at Harry. " After Bellatrix gave herself to Voldemort, the Black family inheritance fell to me. And my will stated that you were my heir so the Black name fell to you." Sirius waved his hand for Narcissa to continue.

She fixed him with a look one might give a misbehaving puppy, more exasperated than stern, than continued "Being the heir to both of the greatest names in the Wizarding World gives you an enormous responsibility Harry."

"As if I haven't had enough of that." Harry rolled his eyes as he put two spoonfuls of sugar into his cup.

"The Potter house has been empty for 18 years Harry. And what happened in those 18 years may have been the result of that." Sirius looked at him very seriously.

"How could those things possibly be related? Are you saying that just because there were no Potters, Voldemort gained power and started a war?" Harry knew that he had been important in the war but this was just ridiculous.

"Noble wizard families have a purpose in the wizarding world Harry. We don't just have parties and throw our political weight around. We keep historical records, Elders are often counseled in crisis, our wealth is used to fund Ministry projects, as well as many other responsibilities." Narcissa said.

"Okay so the families are important, but why were we so important?"

"As I said the Potters are the highest ranking pureblood family. It was more than just the prophecy that caused Voldemort to target you, it was also your family. He knew that the more noble families he controlled the more power he had. He also knew good and well that your father would not join him." Narcissa frowned and took a sip of her tea, keeping her eyes on Harry's she judged his reaction. He had understood her perfectly well he just couldn't believe it. It wasn't just him, he wasn't the only reason his family had died. For him that pulled a huge weight off his shoulders.

"Well if the war is over then why do I need to take over? Can't I just have a regular life and not be apart of this whole noble family thing?"

Narcissa squeezed some lemon into her tea "I thought you'd say that." She brought the cup to her lips and motioned for Sirius to take over. He sighed.

"Harry this isn't something you can just refuse. Wizard inheritance is absolutely final, there is no way to avoid it. When you turn 20, the Names will know, call it a blessing or a curse but if you don't accept your place as head of house then you will lose everything. You'll lose your new home, your name, and your magic…"

"The Names?" Harry didn't understand.

"Black and Potter. Those Names are powerful, they have been around almost as long as magic has and they will make you powerful. But if you refuse, they can destroy you. Being born with wizarding abilities is one thing but inheriting them is another." Sirius looked at Harry

He looked from Sirius to Narcissa, There was no way he was going back to the muggle world. He belonged here, in this very house. Even if this world had put him through pain, and loss, he never wanted to leave. Harry rubbed his temples and let out a short breath. "Okay, okay, I have 1,2,3,4 months until I turn 20. What do I need to do?"

"Well that's one long list. We want to help you as much as we can so you will be taking classes. You will be learning family history and politics with me, Sirius will be teaching you, well whatever he wants, and by the looks of things someone will have to teach you etiquette…" Narcissa looked at him pointedly as he straightened his posture. Sirius chuckled and stood.

"Well Cissy I think its time you leave. Isn't your visitation with Lucius in about twenty minutes. Tell him I said hi." He winked at her as she tipped her head to Harry and began to retrieve her things.

"Lessons begin tomorrow, meet me in the library at nine o'clock sharp. Have a wonderful evening Mr. Potter." She smiled at him as Kreacher appeared to show her out. The door closed behind them and Harry brought his hands up to run his fingers through his raven hair. He sighed and looked over to Sirius.

"Are you leaving as well?" He was hoping is godfather would stay for a while longer,

"No, I'm staying." Sirius looked around the drawing room and smiled. "You have nice taste Harry, very open."

"It was like this when I got here but, thank you." Harry looked around the room. It was a light beige color with the same bronze accents with splashes of scarlet and chocolate. The furniture was all different but it worked together like a piece of art.

"That's the thing! The Names made this for you. Well more like remodeled." Sirius chuckled as Harry looked at him with questions racing across his face. "When the Head of the house changes so does the estate. It will change to fit your taste and will grow in constant with your level of power, the power of a name is linked with the respect people have for it. But the looks of the place I'd say that the names Black and Potter still have plenty of respect." His eyes roamed around the the room.

"How did you come back?" Harry asked quietly.

"How doesn't matter Harry, I'm here, and here I'll stay. A manor this big needs a ghost or it isn't a manor at all, wouldn't you say?" Sirius laughed and Harry smiled.

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