(A/N) Hello again all. Corr, first fanfic and I'm doing bloody fantastic. 200 reviews & over 45,000 hits. Damn. Hope you enjoy the next bit…

NOTE

Sorry for the slow update... I gained a case of sickness and I didn't really feel like writing while being sick.

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To 'The Hermit' I'm afraid to say that you need to go to my profile and read it, there you'll find I've been in a 4 year relationship with a girl. I'm not quite sure what your definition of 'whore' is either. In my head a whore is a person that sells their body for money and I'm pretty sure thats the definiton for it. Harry did neither; he simply comforted someone who had been punched in the head, and answered a few questions. If showing your back to someone is counted as being a 'whore' then I think you need help. And Hermione has always been more mature than other people her age.

Harry, his wife and friends sat down by a lone tree that overlooked the Black Lake. Hermione had told Harry during their time together that she always came to this tree when she needed to think without interruption. It was a beautiful morning; the sun's rays hit the water at exactly the right point to reflect the sparkling surface, while not blinding you.

The group were expecting a goblin and two humans in the form of Sharptooth, Sirius and Amelia, to arrive any minute and were waiting silently for them. Harry had warned them about his godfathers behaviour; that the old mutt was likely to flirt and play minor pranks.

Most of the girls had heard of Sirius from Harry. He was a nice man and loved a good joke; absolutely despised Snivellus Snape. Which made him great in any students book except Slytherins.

Sirius, Amelia and Sharptooth joined the seven teens and sat down by 'Hermione tree' and watched the water sparkle under the suns rays. Sirius couldn't stand the inactivity and began. "Hey pups how are you two?"

"We're fine." Hermione answered. "How's it going at your end?" she asked with a small nod towards Amelia.

Sirius noticed it. "It's good thanks pup. I just hope everything goes well." His eys went into his lap.
Tracy interrupted. "Why are you calling Hermione pup?" It was a valid question from those who didn't know Sirius well.

Sirius shrugged and laid back onto the grass. "Cos I'm a dog."

Tracy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "No..." she began slowly, believing him insane or close to it. "Your human."

Sirius barked out a laugh. "Not like that. I'm an un-registered animagus; and my form is a dog."

"That's illegal you know. Why are you an animagus?" Daphne butted in.

Sirius looked her up and down, his dark eyes looking at her. "That's for me to know and Moony to answer."

Daphne sighed in exasperation. "And who is the mystical Moony? Hermione has mentioned him as well. 'Uncle Moony' she kept calling him... talked about visiting him."

Harry answered. "He was one of my fathers best friends at school and a kind, gentle man with a bad illne-"

"That's enough Harry. The information isn't yours to share." Sirius interjected. Harry raised an eyebrow at Sirius, but relented... his godfathers words were true. It wasn't his secret to give out.

Amelia asked Harry. "What did you want us here for Harry?" She had to have her conversation.

The lad looked over at the lake and sighed, mentally telling himself to get it all out at once. "I'm... I'm the last child to the Emrys Family line." Amelia thought for a second before her expression became astounded. "And yes I am, apparently, related to Merlin."

Sirius was suffering a case of slack-jawed-itus. "My best mates pup is related to Merlin? You know the Prophet is going to have a field day don't you?"

Hermione laughed, a sweet melodious sound. "Harry can buy the Prophet, just like you can Sirius. If we buy the paper we control what goes into it and what the wizarding world sees."

Harry looked at his wife. "How much will that cost us?"

Hermione had no idea and she said so, but she would find out later. "No clue whatsoever, Harry, but I'm sure it can't be much more than that village we built for the goblins and elves. Well actually it'll probably cost a lot more; it wasn't at all expensive to build those houses and shops. Only the Gringotts branch took a mouthful out of the budget we planned."

Harry shrugged. As far as he was concerned he had the most secure place in wizarding British as his home, no-one that was uninvited would come calling any time soon. If he claimed the Emrys vault he wondered what use he could put what he gained, notably Voldemort and his 'death-suckers' would be screwed over senseless and put down like the animals they were.

His mind drifted to what he would do when he controlled Hogwarts. He wasn't in a rush to control anything, he actually hated the idea of being rich and famous. But he remembered some muggle saying. 'If you can't beat them, join them.' This held true for his wealth and fame. He couldn't get rid of them so he had better get used to them.

The goblin, Sharptooth, watched the raven-haired wizard stare out across the lake. He thought it would be a good time to talk. "Excuse me Mr. Pott-"

"It's Harry, Sharptooth. I consider you my friend and will treat you accordingly, please do the same for me." Harry reminded the goblin.

"Thank you Harry. I couldn't help but but notice what you said earlier. About bring the last child of the Emrys Family line. Did I hear correctly?" Sharptooth was pretty sure that he had heard properly, he just wanted to confirm it.

"Yep. Daphne." He indicated the pretty blond girl sitting to his left. "Told us that Myrddin was the Founder's fore-father. Since I am related to two of the Founders, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, I noticed the connection quickly." He looked to Daphne for a second. "I also heard from Daph, that... since I defeated Voldemort albeit for a time I can claim his title as Heir of Slytherin by Right of Conquest. Is this correct?"

Sharptooth was dumfounded... of course it all made sense... how could no-one have seen it? The goblins knew that the Founders were related to Mryddin, why didn't anyone immediately realise that this young wizard was Heir to the Emrys Family? He would have to look into that... but for now he would help the child.

First, however, he owed the wizard a reply. "Yes, you're correct in your assessment. By the Right of Conquest you inherit your foe's title of Heir to Slytherin."

Harry nodded, he believed Daphne's words so it was expected. "Thank you for confirming this, my friend. Do I need to do anything to claim the title?"

Sharptooth shook his head. "No, you don't need to do anything."

Harry was relieved there was no work to be done. He got off his feet and prepared to move. "Good... I need to talk to Daphne quickly, do what you will in the mean time." He motioned to Daphne to get up and follow him. Hermione looked worriedly at him; a look he caught, he shook his head and mouthed. "Love you." She nodded and turned back to the others a small smile playing at her mouth.

Harry led Daphne away from the others, travelling around the lake to another secluded spot so he could talk to her about certain arrangements.

He sat down at the spot he chose, she followed his lead and looked at him; wondering what this was going to lead to. "You okay Daph? You've been quiet." He wasn't quite sure how to ask someone if you wanted to join their Family so he played it gently for now.

"I'm fine, just worried about Malfoy, my sister and parents. My sister, Astoria, has seen what our parents are turning into; my mother and father used to be kind people. They've gradually changed; not into death-eaters but they're getting closer. " She told him sadly, she didn't like what her parents were becoming; they were good people that had too much exposure to death eaters.

Tears began filling up in her deep-sea blue eyes; she didn't want anything bad for her family, only the best. "T-they need a g-good influence." She looked at him. "Y-you could be th-that influence."

He climbed to his feet, moved over to her and took her hand gently. He pulled Daphne to her feet and embraced her warmly. His hand gently stroking her honey-blond hair, trying to calm her. He decided to offer. "It's ok, Daph; I'll do what I can to help them... I know you talked to me about joining my Family." He finished awkwardly "and, well, the offer is there is you want it."

She didn't make a noise for a while, probably thinking about it. Daphne reached her decision when she nodded into his chest then lifted her head to look into his calming emerald eyes.

It was a hard choice, leaving her family for someone you barely knew but was so friendly, so kind to you and wasn't going to sell you off to anyone; giving her a choice who to love. "I accept... but what am I going to be in your Family?" He looked at her slightly confused, not quite getting what she meant; she caught the look. "Sister? I already know you love Hermione."

He tightened his hug slightly. "No-one can take the place of Hermione you're right... but... if you want you could join my family as a sister figure." He looked at her hopefully; he had always wanted a family. He was slowly getting one... it may not be the circumstances he would want to have one but that was for later in his life.

She smiled at him and replied. "Okay Harry." She felt the comfort he was trying to convey. "Thanks for everything, but you know you have to legalise it?" He nodded; she carried on. "C'mon we'd better be getting back to Sharptooth and the others." The new brother and sister detached from the other and walked back slowly, and in complete silence.

Hermione was the first to notice they were coming back. "Harry!" She called, rushing over to him. She slowed when she got closer and gave him a massive hug. She whispered in his ear. "How did it go?"

"It was fine, 'Mione. She is now a sister figure; but we need to get some documents for her to revoke her name and take mine."

Hermione dropped the hug slightly before pressing her lips gently against his. Harry rather enjoyed the kiss and the feeling of her lips moving against his; she was beautiful and he was her's. Sirius broke the moment shouting. "C'mere you two lovebirds." The two teens blushed lightly before moving back to the crowd; Daphne had already left and sat down by Tracey.

Harry sat down and pulled Hermione into his lap, with a soft but insistent tug of her robes. "So what's happening?" He asked.

"Nothing for now, Harry, I'm going to Gringotts to get everything ready and drag Sharptooth along with me. No doubt he wants to ask why no-one noticed anything beforehand." Sirius said. He turned to Sharptooth. "Can you take me there now please?"

The goblin nodded his head and a Crack! later there was no goblin and Marauder.

In Gringotts the odd pair met another goblin who damn near dragged the pair to the private conference room, with Ragnok waiting.

Sirius inclined his head respectfully. "Master goblin, it's good to see you again." Ragnok eyed the tall, dark-haired man.

"Good morning, Sirius." The goblin replied. It had been a long time since he had seen the young Mr. Black, the last time he had seen him was for his emancipation. It had been a long discussion.

Flashback

"Good morning, young sir. What can I do for you?" Asked a goblin, eyeing the pompus, grumpy looking woman and other young man behind this human.

"My name's Sirius Black." The boy introducted himself.

"Ah, I heard about your father... sad incident, but he went down like a man." Orion Black hadn't been a kind man until the end of his time.

Lord Orion Black had been meeting Charles and Amanda Potter, confering about returning to the light. It had been a lengthy conversation, both sides wanted something from the other; mainly reasons for trust. It had come down to swearing on their magic and allying the families together.

The Lord Black had agreed to everything, like the Potter's, and had left for home. Two days later the death-eaters came calling and found the Lord Orion Black was not pliable at all and had become furious with his continued denials.

Eventually the six death-eaters had drawn wands and a fight commenced, Orion Black was no stranger to the Dark Arts and was fighting to kill as were five casulties that night; four on the death-eaters and one for the Black Family.

The goblin looked at the woman and the young fellow behind him again. What could they be here for? "Good morning to you, Lady Black and Mr. Black." He turned back to the youngster in front of him."I assume you have come to claim your title?"

A young Sirius nodded. The woman cleared her throat. "Goblin, I believe that my husband changed his will, stating that my other son; Regulus Black is to take the title of Lord Black." She said smugly, glaring at Sirius. Said goblin frowned at her.

"I was not aware of a change in the will. I shall check with my superior and bring the will to you." The goblin replied, before running off.

Five minutes later and the same goblin returned, clutching a piece of parchment. "There was no change in the will Lady Black." She didn't look happy. "Check it for yourself." He handed the Lady the will of Orion Black. Her eyes scanned the paper, her hand gradually tightening on the slowly crumpling sheet.

"Fine. Let's go Reg." She took her sons shoulder, who winced at her tight grip, and led him through the Wizarding Bank's door; leaving Sirius to work everything out with the goblin, who later made his name known: Ragnok.

End Flashback

"It's good to see you as well, old friend." Sirius smiled. "Did my, ah, relative come?"

"Yes, she is here and rather eager to meet you." He nodded to a guard. "Bring her in." The goblin bowed and left. Leaving the Head of Gringotts and the Lord Black to chat, catching up.

A minutes later the door re-opened and two figures stepped through. One was a tall, proud-looking woman with honey-blond hair and deep blue eyes, the other was the goblin guard Ragnok had sent.

"Sirius?" The lady whispered, hardly believing her eyes; her was her chance to get away from her slightly abusive husband, but abusive all the same.

"Yep!" Sirius replied. "'Tis I, Sirius Orion Black!" He said grandly; accompanied with a flourishing bow, barely restraining the laughter.

The lady slowly walked forward, softly chuckling at her cousin's behaviour; he hadn't changed a bit. Sirius opened his arms. "C'mere Narcissa." He grinned. Her heart softened her her cousins open invitation of an apology. She rushed into his arms and gave him a hug to rival Hermione's, quietly reveling in the comfort; being a Malfoy and mal-treated for sixteen years wasn't easy.

"C'mon 'Cissy lets deal with your crappy marriage and get you, and the other Black property, away from Lucy." Sirius said, letting his cousin go. Both were glad to see eachother again- it had been a while since they had seen the other and they had been reasonably close; at least Narcissa wasn't a stuck-up bella-brain.

Narcissa looked at her cousin. "I formally request that you, Sirius Orion Black, Lord of the Black Family, cancel my arranged marriage to Lucius Malfoy."

Sirius barked a laugh. "Granted." A snapping sound echoed throughout the Hall. A certain Narcissa Black looked at her cousin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Many thanks Sirius, many thanks." He smiled gently at her, before turning to Ragnok.

"I came here to discuss my cousin's marriage to that ass of a man, and to talk about reverting the proclaimed 'Malfoy Manor' back into the list of Black properties." Sirius stated to Ragnok, who was watching him serenely.

Narcissa looked at him as if to say. 'What?' Sirius chuckled. "My father rented out the property to the Malfoy's as long as they paid the rent for it. While they paid for it while he was alive, the Black Family hasn't recieved a Knut since. The esteemed Mr. Malfoy owes a total of..." He counted it up. "About 25,000 galleons." He looked at Ragnok. "Can I have interest?" Ragnok laughed but shook his head. Sirius pretended to be down, which he probably was since he was robbed of a chance to further annoy the Malfoy Family.

Ragnok stopped his gruff laughter. "You can, however, evict the Malfoy family from the building." Sirius looked gleeful at the news.

Narcissa tapped her cousins arm rapidly, gaining his attention. "He has two muggle girls in the basement that were there for him and his 'friends' entertainment. Both are thriteen." Sirius looked disgusted and ready to commit murder. Ragnok was scratching the arm of his chair pretending it was 'Lucy's' face. "He also has a variety of dark atrifacts scattered across the building."

Sirius looked at his goblin friend. "Can you spare twenty troops to scour the place and clear it out? Leave the muggle girls though; I'll meet them, don't let them see you." Ragnok agreed with Sirius and summoned a group of the banks guard.

The twenty goblins, well-armoured and lightly-armoured in equal numbers; all specialising in finding dark magics, entered the Hall. "You are to leave for Malfoy Manor, taking Lord Black here with you." He indicated Sirius. "Your task is to clean the building of all dark artifacts; leave the muggle girls to him."

The goblin in front nodded and banged his mailed fist against his chest-plate. "We will leave immediately, Sir!" He grabbed Sirius's hand and with a in-sync apparation with the other goblins, left the hall.

The group came just beyond the wards surrounding the building. The goblins all raised their hands and began chanting seperate spells on the wards. Sirius just stood there surround by little people, feeling like a gaint among them. A thought of him puting his foot on one of their heads and acting like a pirate made him, with a firewhiskey in hand, snort with laughter before quickly dismissing the thought, glad that no-one commented.

When the lead two goblins nodded the contingent moved forward and entered the house. The goblins quickly split into pairs and went about ridding the place of dark artifacts and drawing up a list of items that they could prosecute Mr. Malfoy for, looking quite happy while they did it.

Sirius realised he was to do what he said he was going to do and cast the Homenum Revelio spell to find any nearby people. It quickly landed on two stops directly below him; he dropped to his stomach and heard crying coming through the floor, but it was barely coherent.

He ran through the halls, finding stairs that went down and trying to keep a sense of where he was; picutring himself on the ground floor of the Manor. Pressing his ear against each door he came acroos until he found the right one.

The place did not smell nice. It stank. It was as bad at the time Buckbeak had pooped in that cave they had stayed in for a while, while getting away from the transfigured his clothes into muggle clothing it was far more comfortable in a plain white top and some jeans.

He pressed his ear agains the second to last door and heard the same whimpering from earlier. He gently spoke. "I'm going to open the door. I am not here to harm or hurt you okay? I'm with the police." It wasn't a lie per-sa he had worked for the Aurors before going to Azkaban.

"Alohomora!" he whispered, pointing his finger at the door lock. The lock clicked and Sirius slowly opened the door, so he wouldn't startle the two girls that were in here.

He found them on the floor, naked with bruises and cuts all over them. His body re-acted but he shook himself; now was most definitely not the time to even think those thoughts. "It's okay, you can come out. On my life, I'll not hurt you."

A frightened, but sweet voice came out. "W-who are you?"

"My name is Sirius. I'm here to help, please let me." He begged, attempting to get them to listen to him.

"My name's Anne, Anne Lilson. If I come out can you heal me? I noticed those men with little sticks that d-did things with them while speaking funny w-words." She was clearly scared for her life, he couldn't blame her, and she knew about magic.

"You know about the magic?" He asked.

"If that's what it is. One second my clothes were on me, the next they aren't. So yes I suppose I do know about the magic." She stood and covered herself with her hands and arms. Sirius watched her carefully, slowly moving closer.

"W-what are you doing?" Her voice cracked with fear. He came closer, but even slower than before.

"Come here..." He enveloped her in a gentle hug, stroking her brunette hair; trying to not think about the naked body. She stiffened, before relaxing and sobbing her heart out; he couldn't fault her, god knows how long she has been here but she is getting out now and will never be put in this istuation again.

"C-can y-you d-do some-something?" She pulled back. Sirius nodded, guessing what she wanted. He picked up a rock and transfigured it into a white dress patterned with blood-red roses.

"Here, put this on. Where is your friend?" He asked softly, hoping to god he wasn't too late.

Anne began pulling the dress on quickly. "She's is unconscious. Hasn't woken in two days." she felt a tingling around her and panicked. "What's happening?"

"Calm down." Sirius said gently. "I'm just healing your wounds and bruises. I'll do the same for your, ah, family member." He quickly made his way over to the other girl and did what he had done for Anne, with the rock into dress. Silently vowing that the next time he saw 'little Lucy' he was going to put him through so much pain.

He noticed similarities between the two and turned from his work to look at Anne, who was staring at him. "Hey, how exactly you two related?"

"She is my t-twin sister, but she takes more after our d-dad." She began crying again, Sirius could guess why; her family had most likely been murdered... just another reason to beat the crap out've 'Lucy'.

"It's okay, Anne. I'll do everything I can to look after you and your sister. What is her name?"

"Her name's... name's... Jenny." She said, choking back a sob. Sirius nodded and finished his silent-casting of healing spells.

"C'mon lets get out of this dump." He picked the girl named Jenny up with one arm placing the unconscious girl against his hip and placing his arm on Anne's shoulder comfortingly; the girl snuggled into him as they left, clearly needing comfort.

He would talk with the elves at their village by Potter Manor and get some healing potions for their malnourished bodies.

Harry sat in Gringotts with Daphne and Hermione after Sharptooth had collected them and brought them for the talk about the Heir to Merlin stuff. "So when can I see the vault? God knows Hermione is eager and I'm not far behind."

"Now if you want, Harry." Rangok replied.

"Sure, but can we finish the papers for Daphne's introduction to my Family?" Harry asked politely. Ragnok waved an arm and a couple of sheets of parchment appeared.

The Director explained. "One of these sheets is for Miss. Greengrass to sign, revoking her name. The other is for you, your wife and Miss. Greengrass to sign."

Daphne realised that this was it. There wasn't any going back unless she did all this again. She hesitantly reached for the first paper she was supposed to sign, when a comforting hand made it's way to her shoulder. She turned her head to see Harry. "It's okay, Daph. It's completely your own choice." Hermione followed Harry's lead and placed a hand on Daphne's other shoulder, and smiled warmly at the blond-haired girl.

Daphne nodded and took the quill and wrote her name, after scanning the paper with her eyes. She placed the paper back on the desk, took the next and handed it to Harry. "Are you sure you want this Daphne?" Again the hesitation came, but she slowly nodded her head. "Okay." He signed his name and passed the sheet to Hermione; who signed it as well. Hermione held it out for Daphne, who took it and signed it.

Ragnok used the goblin equivalent of the accio summoning charm on the papers before magically sending them to another goblin, who would get everything worked though. "That shouldn't take too long." He idly commented.

The ever-need to learn sprouted, again, in Hermione. "Can we see the Vault, please?"

(A/N) Not even 25 reviews for the last chapter 8( did I do something wrong? haha... I guess that a not-so-subtle hint that I like the reviews from the majority of you guys and would like a few more! :)

Got a PM saying the Daphne/ Harry brother thingy was moving too quickly. Well if you thought you were going to be sold to a twat who was probably going to force himself on you wouldn't you want to make sure that didn't happen as quickly as you could? God knows I would.

Another point is that the Malfoy manor bit was probably unrealistic but you can't write those sort of things without being in that situation; so I hope you guys forgive me.

Hope you guys enjoyed the read. It was awkward writing it, because of my sickness and I tried to carry on nonetheless.

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