The world swirled and tugged at his very being as he disappeared from the run down orphanage and re-appeared in the hall of the ministry. It looked the same as he remembered it to be, same black tiled floor, same cold air, same hallways that echoes.
He wobbled on his feet a little, God I hate apperating he thought. Harry planted a look of awe and excitement on his face as Mr Kane looked his way. "Come on boy, we haven't got all day" and lead Harry down the winding corridors of the ministry. Feeling more than curious about where they were going he voiced his curiosity, only for it to be met with a stern look from Mr Kane and was told in a not so nice way to be quiet.
Sighing, Harry obeyed him and didn't utter a single word for the entire journey to where ever it was they were going. Eventually there journey came to an end outside of a bland looking door, above it was the words Blood Rights carved into the stone in Latin. "Blood Rights?" he accidently said out loud, Mr Kane eyed him for a moment, "You can read Latin?" giving him a small shake of his head Mr Kane continued "That's interesting not many Muggleborns can. But I guess you aren't just any Muggleborn now are you Mr Black? Come along now" he pushed Harry forward into the room, and walked straight up to the desk. Mr Kane spoke in a hushed whisper to the young women there, and she quickly scurried away once the convocation had ended. She came back moments later to direct them into a large room. The room had no characteristics of any kind, it rather bland and simple looking with only a large wooden desk with paper scattered everywhere on it and two wooden chairs laid out for them to sit in.
Taking a seat next to Mr Kane, Harry took a moment to study the man behind the desk; he was old looking with grey hair that was tied back in a ponytail. His teeth were yellow but his clothes looked expensive. Wondering what was going on, Harry looked to his escort for some answers. He was pleasantly surprised when Mr Kane actually shed some light on the situation and explained to Harry that this is where you get your heritage found out, it was simple really, all Harry had to do was put a drop of blood in the bowl and it will tell them which magical family (if any) he was the hair to. Apparently Mr Kane thought he was a bastard son of the black family. No surprise there. However due to his age and his magic not quiet stabilized and matured yet the test will require a person from the chosen family to be here to also give a drop of blood. All of this made him nervous, made him want to run away to keep his identity hidden. He was fairly sure that he is related to the Black family now due to his appearance but not knowing 100% for sure made his stomach sink, what if they found out he wasn't from here? Would he be kept as a test subject? Or worse? And the thought of seeing someone from the Black family alive and well also made him shake in his seat, he had yet to see a death eater and he wasn't sure on how he would react. But on the other hand what if it was Nymphadora coming or Sirius? Swallowing nervously he counted to ten and put his occlumency shields on full blast. He could do this he repeated over and over again in his mind.
The other occupants in the room had yet to notice his discomfort as they were too engrossed in some useless conversation about how the ministry was run. The door creaked open and the women from before walked in and announced that Mr Black was hereā¦
So who could it be? Sirius? His brother? Message me if you have any ideas because I sure as hell don't lol thank you for reading xox
