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Answers to Reviewer's questions...and then some:

As said before, it's going to be a HarryxKuroxKuraxHiei foursome...probably.

For those who wondered, wonder no more. No, that was not Hiei in the book shop, it was some annoying little st who will be taking Draco's place as protagonist at Three Towers.

In this, I've made Harry three or so years older than Kurama because Harry was already fifteen moths old when Kuronue died (if you read the fine print) and, despite how it may have seemed, I beleive Youko would have survived at least a year after Kuronue died before pushing up daisies.

No, the Reikai Tentai are not going to school with him. They will not meet up for a few years, well after the Dark Tourniment.

Lastly, I'm also working on a kinda lemony one-shot prequel to this story about Kuronue's life before he died. The lemon won't be essential to the plot-line though. It's called What Came Before. Should be up soon. ;)

And some characters from Maburaho will turn up, so for those who dn't know that particular Anime, you've just GOT to look it up. It's DA BOMB!

It was nearly noon and Kuronue was still apologising every now and then for the wet dream. While Harry had been initially irate at youkai, it had long since given way to curiosity.

And mass irritation that Kuronue was still apologising about the dream even after Harry told him it was fine.

Harry glanced at the clock above the Goblin's chair. There were only two minutes and thirteen seconds left before the doors would close and the will reading would commence, regardless of whether or not all the beneficiaries were present.

As far as he could tell, everyone was present. There were several people he vaguely recognised as being members of the Order of the Phoenix. Albus Dumbledore was there, as were Professor McGonagall and the Tonks Family.

Hestia Jones was looking red-eyed from crying. His respect for her went up. Hestia had been Sirius' girlfriend of nearly two years and Harry had gone with Sirius to pick out an engagement ring. He didn't know whether Sirius had proposed or not, but Harry was sure she really did love his Godfather.

Various distant relative had also turned up since Sirius hadn't had any progeny to name his Heir. They were spread in small groups around the room.

Gary was sitting across the table from him, happily chatting to Hermione and Ron. Ginny had settled herself to Harry's left, much to the chagrin of both Harry and Kuronue, and attached herself to his arm in what she probably thought was a comforting manner. Lily was seated to her left and smiling in a way that inferred that she knew what he was thinking and found it amusing.

If she knew what he was really thinking, she would have been horrified as it involved peeling little Ginvera Weasley's fingers from his arm, breaking all the bones in her arm in the process and slapping her with the limp appendage.

James was seated next to Lily, comforting Remus on the other side.

To Harry's right was Luna Lovegood, reading some kind of comic book.

'Can't you just bite the red-haired wench's head off and be done with it? Her simpering's getting on my nerves.'

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 'Been there, done that. She just passes it off as a phase and comes back later. You live in my head; you should know that.'

'Sod off. I refuse to listen to these wild allegations!' Kuronue did the metal equivalent of turning his back, folding his arms and snootily putting his nose in the air.

Harry blinked slowly at him. '…Allegations?'

'I didn't claw my way to the top of the food chain to eat roughage!'

'…Kuronue?'

'I have been abducted by the Borg and reliably informed that resistance is futile.'

To the side, Luna had quietly put down her magazine and was watching the minute changes on her only real friend's face. The current one had changed from tolerant distaste to befuddlement and a little fear. It didn't escape her that he was turned inward and hoped to whomever was listening that he wasn't suddenly having a revelation that he was, in fact, truly-madly-deeply in love with Ginerva Weasley, because that would just be weird given her resemblance to his mother.

Meanwhile, Harry continued his conversation with his roommate. 'Kuronue…the Borg aren't real and these allegations? The only thing I'm accusing you of is not paying attention to detail and-Blah blah blah…'

Kuronue tuned out his little baby bat's lecture and looked around with Harry's eyes. The odd little look on Luna's face was just sooo cute…Oh shit! Did she suspect something? She was smiling at him in a knowing fashion. Oh crap! She knows!

SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!

Harry broke out of his rant, Luna turned her attention to the Goblin and Kuronue breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry signed the witness statement idly and turned his attention to observing the reactions of the various peoples around the room.

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It was so worth it, Harry decided as he finished the Gringotts paperwork, just to see the look on Draco Malfoy's face when the Lordship of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black was given to the one person who managed to foil all his attempts at tripping Gary Potter down some random staircase to his doom time and time again.

Despite Gary's boasting, Gary wasn't Draco's archenemy; Harry was. If Harry had decided that he would accept Slytherin as his House, as opposed to Gryffindor, Draco was very much aware that the green-eyed brunette would be the Slytherin Prince. It got the blond dragon's hackles up every time the boy entered the room.

Harry personally thought the whole thing was hilarious.

When he left the office of his solicitor, Grabbernook, Harry wandered down the corridor to where a lesser goblin was waiting to take him down to the Black Family Vault.

As predicted, neither Gary nor his father had waited for him and had gone on home.

Gary, from what he could tell, was feeling rather slighted that Harry was now the lord of an ancient and powerful pureblood family (making him legally an adult to boot) whilst all he'd gotten from Sirius' was a measly few thousand Galleons (150 000 to be precise) and a book of pranks (one of only four written by the Marauders (Harry already had a copy)).

James was unhappy that Harry was Sirius' heir (though why, James couldn't tell you), but he mostly ignored his Slytherin-ish older son so it was relatively easy for him to barely look at the boy.

Various other people were annoyed because they were related to Sirius, most notably Draco Malfoy, who threw a fit and was thrown out halfway through the reading.

Dumbledore was unhappy because he had been thwarted. He'd even put wards on the front door as he came in to keep the boy out. How was he supposed to know Harry had already been in the reading room a half-hour before Dumbledore arrived?

Granger and Weasley had followed Gary's lead and Granger actually had the gall to lecture Harry after the reading for cheating Gary out of his inheritance.

Predictably, Harry had verbally shredded Hermoine Granger and informed her that she obviously wasn't his friend since friends stuck up for one another. Ronald and Hermoine had decided they didn't want to be friends with him anymore and told him so.

He's shrugged. "Whatever." And wandered off with Grabbernook, not particularly looking that shattered.

Little Ginerva had found herself dragged off by her brother so she wouldn't 'fraternise with the traitor'. Harry wondered if Ronald actually knew what fraternise meant.

The only people to actually congratulate him were his mother, Remus (who said something about Padfoot being proud of him), the Weasley twins (he was their silent partner, after all, and he did send them some wonderful pranking ideas) and Luna (who suggested he think up a name to be inducted into the Black family as).

While he had stared at the dotted line and tried to think of a suitable name to give himself (he personally thought Harry was a rather bland name) the obnoxiously humming Kuronue had piped up.

'You know, my name means 'Black Crane'.'

Harry looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. 'That'll work.' And he wrote Crane Black in the necessary spaces.

Shaking out of his thoughts, he made a beeline for Lily, who was looking in the window of a nearby shop as she waited for him.

"I'd like to check Flourish and Blott's before we go home. After all, I am going to the cram school tomorrow afternoon."

After the initial surprise that caused her to start, Lily found the suggestion a good one. As they disappeared into the musty shop, she asked curiously, "What name did you choose?"

"Crane Black."

"Ah." She thought about it. "It's a good name. It suits you."

Harry blinked at her a moment before giving a self-conscious, truly happy smile. "Thank you."

Both were oddly cheerful after that.

Stepping out of the book shop after his mother, laden with a further thirty two books, Harry happened to glance to the side and paused for a moment to regard the mewling, scraggly length of brownish-violet fur in the puddle of muddy water. Usually he wouldn't think twice about walking away, but the sick cat-creature sent his extra-sensory senses up the wall and down the other side.

"Come along, dear."

Harry glanced down the street to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron where his mother was waiting. Hesitating a moment longer, he swooped down, bundled the cat-thing in his cloak and hurried after Lily.

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Later that night, Harry was seated on his bed, reading, his hand idly petting the cat-thing's soft fur and half-listening to Lily chew James out for being especially snide to him earlier at dinner.

Once clean, the cat looked vaguely like a creature he had once seen on a children's cartoon called 'Pokemon' when they had gone to see Lily's muggle sister. It had been a doglike thing called 'Vaperion'.

Its fur was a dark, murky violet with a wonderfully silky texture and a mane around the neck and shoulders like a lion. A ruff ran out of the mane and down the creature's spine to the tuff on the tip of its tail, where three odd, and most probably poisonous, spines were hidden. Its basic bone structure was almost exactly the same as that of a fine-boned cat, though it had a few more vertebrae and two extra sets of ribs.

There was a slight mew from beside him.

Looking down, Harry found himself looking into large black eyes that drew him in. In those two eyes he saw universes exploding and stars being born.

Then the cat blinked, yawned and went back to sleep, purring like a motor.

'…Harry?'

The host frowned at the strained voice Kuronue used, still regarding the cat curiously.

'Yes?'

'That's the false form of a behemoth.'

Harry froze, tensing up. So that's why Kuronue was sounding so stressed.

'Behemoth as in 'Absorbs any and all magic before devouring the castor; M. O. M. Classification: XXXXX' Behemoth?'

'Yes. That Behemoth.'

'Ah…Well…It hasn't eaten me yet. Maybe it likes me.'

Harry didn't sound too confident and Kuronue made a low keening sound of stress.

Harry was understandably in no hurry to wake up the sleeping kitty.

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