Malfoy Manor, Drawing Room
August 2nd
7:35 am

Lucius Malfoy was not a happy man. No, he was beyond that. He was pissed. The ministry had sent him to Azkaban. Granted, he was given a trial and claimed to be under the influence of the Imperius Curse and was sent free, but that was not the point. The point was that he, Lucius Malfoy, had been sent to Azkaban. No Malfoy had ever been sent to Azkaban, not in five hundred years, so he, being the first, was absolutely furious. How dare that incompetent Minister throw him into such a place. In all his years, he had never been so humiliated.

He sat gracelessly on the sofa and sighed. What in his life caused this to happen? One word came to mind, Karma. But he didn't believe in karma. No, not Lucius Malfoy. Karma was for muggles and he was far from being a muggle. He was a pure-blooded wizard. He would never sully his name by calling himself such a degrading thing.

Sitting in silence, his mind wandered back to one Halloween night some seventeen years ago. It was when his master had given them mudbloods to play with. He, himself, claimed a fiery red head to play with. Yes, that one was vocal. He never did find out what happened to her. Not that he cared. He would never care for a mudblood. It was an insult to his name if he cared for a mudblood. But he did wonder if the woman had gotten pregnant. What would have happened to the child? Would she have gotten rid of it? What did be care, though? It was a half-blood anyway. No doubt it was weak.

Oh how little he knew.

Privet Drive, Kitchen
August 3rd
9:28 am

Harry sat at the table, talking to his aunt. They had gotten close in the past few weeks. He had just been telling her about his parentage. "So James wasn't your father?"

"Right. My real father happens to be a death eater and the father of my rival. The irony."

Petunia smiled and poured him some more tea. "You know, it's a good thing the Vernon took Dudley out for the holidays. Imagine what he would say if he came in and found us having a pleasant conversation."

"Heaven forbid that Vernon Dursley should have a pleasant conversation with his only nephew," he said in mock-seriousness with his hand over his heart, "if he did, may God have mercy upon our souls."

Petunia laughed at his antics and sipped her tea, "Now that you don't look like yourself anymore, do you think you could leave the house?"

Harry stared at her blankly for a moment, "You know, I never thought of it that way. I don't look like Harry Potter anymore, do I? This could be interesting. I should take you to Diagon Alley." he said with a grin.

"You mean that place you go to every year to get your school things? I never did figure out how you paid for anything."

"My parents left me an inheritance. The Potters were a respected wizarding family, very old, very powerful. Unfortunately, I am now a Malfoy. The shame I shall bring to my family will be so bloody hilarious!"

They laughed together and headed for the door. "We'll have to take the Knight Bus to London. Hope you don't mind."

"I have now clue as to what that is anyway."

"You'll see in a moment."

Harry stood at the curb and raised his wand, very discreetly. With a bang, one that Petunia didn't hear, the bus appeared. Stan stood at the entrance, "Welcome to the Knight bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard, my name is Stan Shunpike and I shall be your conductor for this morning."

"'Lo Stan. 14 sickles for two passengers." Harry handed over the silver coins and allowed his aunt to board before him.

They both sat down and the bus took off. After a few stops, Stan asked where they were going. "The Leaky Cauldron, please."

With another 'bang' they were off and about fifteen minutes later, were standing in front of the pub. "Are we there yet?"

"Yea, you just can't see it. Come on, we have to go through the pub to get to the Alley."

The blonde nodded and Harry led her through the door. The inside, like always, was filled with the most unusual people you would ever meet.. They wove through the crowd and went through the back door. Petunia noticed it was a dead end. "Harry, dear, there's nothing here."

Harry smirked, looked very much like a Malfoy, "Not everything is as it seems."

He tapped the brick, two above the trash can, three across, and waited for the wall to turn into an archway. "After you, my dear aunt."

Petunia gasped as she looked on. Harry remembered the first time he came here. It was full of things he had never seen before. "Come on, we have to go to Gringotts. I have a summons to answer."

As they wound their way through the hustle and bustle of the alley, she asked, "A summons? What for?"

Harry's face went blank for a moment, "My godfather died."

He walked on to the tall white building that was Gringotts and entered, his aunt in tow. Walking up to a teller, he nodded, "I'm here for the reading of Sirius Orion Black."

"Yes, very well. I shall have someone lead you to the room."

Another goblin walked over and led them to a room in the back that was already filled with people. Among them was his 'oh-so-beloved father'. Harry snickered to himself and sat beside Remus. Petunia sat next to her nephew. Remus stared at the woman and blinked, "How did you get here?" he whispered.

"Harry brought me."

Harry snickered, "Really Moony, I thought you would be able to tell it was me by scent."

The werewolf stared at his best friends son. Could it really be him? He still smelled like his cub, but he didn't look like him. He looked to much like a Malfoy. But his eyes, they were still Lily's. "What happened to you?"

"I'll tell you later. Right now, I think their going to read the will."

And it was true. One of the goblins had stood and had a lengthy piece of parchment in front of him and he read. He read through the whole thing before reaching the part where everybody was keen to hear. "'Lastly, I hereby bequeath my entire fortune and all my estates to my heir, Harry James Potter.'"

Harry grinned as everyone in the room looked aghast. Draco looked furious, as did his father. Hehehe. This is going to be fun. I run the Black family fortune now. Harry stood, as did everybody else, and walked to the goblin. "Did Sirius leave anything for me here?"

Said goblin looked at him, "Ah, Mister Potter. Yes, he left his signet ring and family crest in our possession to give to you at the closing of the will." he handed over a thick envelope and left the room.

Harry opened it and took out the ring. His eyes watered at he stared at the ring. It was one of the last links to his godfather and he would never lose it. He put it on his right ring finger and took out he crest. It hung on a silver chain and bore the figures of a thestral and a serpent. He hooked it around his neck and walked over to Remus and his aunt. When he got there though, he was confronted by the Malfoys. "Who the bloody hell do you think you are, waltzing up there and claiming what rightfully belongs to me?" demanded the oh-so-very-well-mannered Draco Malfoy.

Harry snickered and looked over all of them, "I believe that I am the heir to the Black line, though you can call me Harry, or Damien, as it were."

"What? Potter? You're not Potter." said Draco in a disbelieving voice.

"Well, not anymore. See, it all started about sixteen or seventeen years ago..." he trailed off at the look of shock on the elder Malfoys face.

"It's not possible-" he started, only to be cut off by Harry.

"What? That you remember, or that my mother kept me? By the way, I'm older than Draco by two months."

Harry walked away with his aunt and honorary godfather, leaving a glaring Draco, a shocked Lucius and a questioning Narcissa.