A/N Hey guys I know this last chapter was a bit cliffy…. But look on the Brightside…. There was a little action right? Seriously the first real action in 11 chapters…wow… okay I really love everyone's reviews and questions most specifically…

Daithi4377- Oh my hell… you have given me virtual stroke. NO! Nothing bad but you are the first, not really the first but definitely one of the more persistent, to comment on almost every chapter written bringing up great, no bloody brilliant questions and feedback.

For starters chapter 3- Dumbledore does not take into account Severus' death defying loyalty. He may act the doddering old fool, huge on second chances and all that shite, but he still believed in the man's darkness. You have to take into account how he was so willing to set him up in the actual books for, sure he apologized and it was for the greater good but the all famous line? "After all this time?" He honestly was surprised by Snapes' devotion.

Chapter 4- During 5th and 6th year it is still believed that Voldemort is staying in the old Riddle house. It's not until after he breaks Lucius out and kills Dumbledore that the focus and assumption switches to Malfoy manor, especially considering the Snatchers took them there in the 7th books. Because Harry was only taken their partway through the summer I am going on limb to suggest the dark lord, though unpredictable, doesn't suddenly pop up at Deatheaters house on random every day. That would be a long list and there wouldn't be enough hours in the day for such a venture. I also believe that because it is insinuated that Voldemort is a skilled Legillimens that for the Malfoy's to fool him over and over again, especially Lucius considering his defection during the 10 years of peace, that they must have some skill in Occlumency. As for Neville, at this point no one is paying attention to Harry, they want him to feel isolated and start self-depreciating himself, not really thinking that he really does have more friends that just that small circle.

Chapter 5- as much as I would love to delve into my vampire society in the A/N I cannot because then this chapter would be sort of useless. This chapter delves more into all that and I hope I can answer all your questions concerning this. I have considered that Dumbledore planned this kidnapping to the 'T' but have also told myself several times if he knew Salazar Slytherin was alive why not exploit him like everyone else? It could be possible that he didn't want to bring him into the limelight being the last owner of Hogwarts who has an actual claim, or he could take the child hoping to be able to one day have some control over him. Maybe he knew not who the vampires were just that they were important considering the 'body guards' the shop keepers suddenly turned into during the attack. All very good ideas and maybe something I will get to play with later. Like you I do not believe in coincidence so it is very possible that Dumbledore had planned on them not being able to have kids. Being the closest thing to them he might've expected the Potter legacy to fall to him once they died or from the beginning control the child and familial belongings. Another thing I must think on. But that brings me to the next one.

Chapter 6- No Harry does not begin to actually go through any sort of change until his 17th or as you would have read a week earlier. However he is a born vampire and now that the Potter blood adoption is 'expiring' his actual being is pushing through the holes. He isn't a vampire don't get me wrong, not yet. Born vampires are not born with all the abilities, but they have more vampire like abilities until the change: Harrys' form of apparition being one of them. Griphook…I debated with this and will be revisiting it soon enough. Yes he was the account manager, the same one that helped him in the first year (I think this is the most popular character for this because his obvious surprise and disapproval of someone else besides Harry having his key… at least that is why I make him my accounts managers…). Yes he knew about Dumbledore, and believe me, there will be some major groveling in the near future on his part. Maybe not groveling but we'll see.

Chapter 7- I'm going to leave this one alone. Not because I do not have anything on it but because I could write a whole chapter just on my view of the psych of Harry Potter.

Chapter 8/9- This is the same with the vampire background I will delve more into Hedwig and the horcrux, the familial bond between Voldemort and Harry; all this will be coming up. You are correct about what Harry sees in Voldemort it is also his insane want not to fight anymore and to protect his family. Voldemort realizes that to keep him living it would be easier to express dominance but at the same time acquiesce to his requests; this is also going to be changing, though maybe with a little more fight.

Chapter 11- I hate to do this a third time but this will also be explained later, though there is a major curve with it. I hope in the coming chapters I answer more questions than I may create.

Ebenbild- I'm afraid my lips are sealed else I give anymore away, but all will be answered. Swears.

I love all the love and excitement… be warned the first sentence will make you probably just as blood thirsty as he was.

Have you ever heard the saying, or the song, that something has to go wrong because it's too good? Story of my life the past month, so I am sorry but I have completely scrapped this chapter once already. It has been a very… bad couple weeks, don't judge too hard if this chapter is lacking I could no longer continue the previous version, however I believe that some of you might enjoy this chapter compared to the one I had almost finished. Ah well…

Allons-y!

It was calling, though he couldn't tell exactly what it could be… or really where. And where was he exactly?

Harry had been running as far as he could in any direction; he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings except to know that the trees thinned eventually into fields and then back again over time. That is until he first felt it- it felt familiar to him personally, and yet… like something darker and detached, but still all too familiar.

He slowed to a jog and scanned the surrounding area, just past the trees to his left he saw the smoke stacks from a small town; it also seemed to be where he could feel it.

It belonged to him somehow.

He looked up at the moon as it slid across the sky, if the position was anything to go by he still had a couple hours so he made his way into the village. And unlike him it seems that everything was silent; there were no lights, and it seemed no one was awake. He followed the sense down the main street until he felt that he needed to go left, but there was only a wall.

He reached his hand forward and ran it over the brick right next to him; dragging his nails across it as he started to move forward. Small flecks of red brick fell behind him until his hand sank through the wall a few meters from where he had begun; without hesitation he pushed through.

Whatever it was he would find it.

On this side of the wall, which he realized acted just like the Leaky Cauldron; witch light lit the roads as people walked by and talked to each other. There seemed to be a couple shops that people we still visiting but it was mostly homes that lined the street. He walked down the street trying to figure out where he could feel it when the road opened up into a court where a statue sat; from a distance it appeared to be an obelisk and as he approached it he could make out the names of the fallen families in the first war. As he started to walk around the grey stone it started to change into a man, woman and child.

Harry stumbled back in horror as his eyes fell to the inscription at their feet.

James and Lily Potter- Love conquered here in Godrics Hollow. October 31, 1981

Harry spun around until he saw the house- there was a low stone wall surrounding the property that had writing all over it, some from people saying the missed them, others offering support to Harry. There were one or two comments demanding answers. Harry looked up at the old Tudor style home that seemed to be missing part of its roof. The gate on the wall creaked as he pushed through it walking up the steps to the door.

Did you knock on door that would never be answered? He felt something well up inside him- anger, fear, confusion; he felt lost as he turned the handle and stepped into the home, closing the door behind him. What did he plan to accomplish? There was a coating of dust on every surface as he walked along the entry and pictures still hung on the walls. Had no one cleared it out?

There was a room directly to his left that held a large family photo above the mantle. Harry was held in the arms of Lily Potter who looked up at James.

We love you son.

He clenched his fist as the green eyes of the witch looked down at him from her perch. They both seemed panic stricken for a moment before she opened her mouth. Harry threw his hand up.

"Don't. I won't hear any of it." He turned to leave. This had been a mistake; he was here for a reason. He quickly crossed the room back towards the door.

"Harry?"

He spun around, his magic flaring about him picking up dust.

"That is not my name!" Her eyes widened as she held the child tighter. "Cadence? Doesn't that ring a bell? That is the name I was given at birth not by my kidnappers." She shared a look with James; at least they had the decency to look ashamed about it.

"Cadence… "

"I said no! I don't want to hear about how much you believed in Dumbledore being right, or how you thought a will that was hidden away for 17 years would help in explaining to me why I was treated as a house elf for the 'greater good'. He was my magical guardian what did you think would happen? I don't want to hear you explain away being compared to you for years to the point that my life, my opinions, did not even matter to anyone. I had to be the perfect little James Potter, kind and generous like my 'mother'." He spit out the word before turning once more.

"We're sorry."

Cadence clenched his fist as he stared at the front door. He didn't even bother turning. "You know I hated you for as long as I can remember. I was raised being told that my alcoholic father took me and my bum mother for a drive and died in a car crash. I was raised from a young age to cook, clean and be punished for nothing by my so called relatives. And who left me there? Who was supposed to care for me instead of them? My mother and father; I hated you for leaving me with them- for getting yourselves killed. And then I found out I was some supposed savior that the world conveniently forgot about after saving them. That you died protecting me. 10 years of hate are hard to forget. Then the first minute I stepped into the wizarding world, no… the second, I was being told how I looked exactly like a man I was trying not to hate. I was compared to you from my first moments in Hogwarts- "Your father was a seeker", "Your mother was good at charms", "He always joked around", "and they hated Slytherins". I was dictated how to act and for another 6 years I hated you for another reason: for not letting me be me."

He turned around baring his teeth. "But you want to know the worst thing? Knowing that you took away my family, my future, to die for your cause! Right from his hands, do you remember it?"

"Stop."

"Do you remember him screaming my name?"

"Son stop!"

"I am NOT HARRY POTTER!" His chest heaved as he stared at them. His fingers trembled as he tried to calm down. "I am not your son." He whispered.

And his head cleared for the first time in weeks. The wind was taken right from him as he became dizzy.

"My name is Cadence Ivory Mal Foi- Black. Harry Potter never existed."

The air in the painting seemed to be released, James Potter deflating.

"We hated ourselves you know? It did not take us long to regret our mistake…to wish we could take it back. We tried to make your future right if you survived. We did everything wrong…" He sighed as he placed his hand on the young child's head. "But for a year we had a son who we loved; who we protected with our lives. It doesn't make what we did right or okay… and we do understand that you may hate us for that."

Cadence stared at them for a moment before relaxing. "I can't hate you." Hope seemed to fill the two but he raised his hand. "I can't anymore, it's not worth the anger and pain it still causes me. The truth is I'm not your son and I can let all that go. I refuse to let my feelings turn me into him. I can't hate you but that does not mean I forgive you."

They both nodded, holding back whatever remarks they may have wished to say. But as Cadence turned James had one more question.

"The heirship?"

He placed his hand on the wall he must have called home once. Except now he felt no connection. The anxiety he felt walking through the door was gone.

Closure had been what he wished to accomplish.

"It did not go to Dumbledore." And he left. Closed the door and did not look back.

As the gate shut behind him he turned to look at the house one last time. It was no longer a frightening memory but an old house that had seen its fair share. A terrible thing had happened, but that chapter of his life was over.

Placing his nail in the stone he scratched one thing.

Harry Potter died here.

His sense flared up again as he turned away from the building and he followed it until he came to a pub on one of the side streets just before the barrier. He looked down at himself, crinkling his nose at his torn and dirty black night clothes and decided to wait rather than risk going inside.

It didn't take long for the door to open and a larger man push out a smaller bald man he didn't recognize; but he could feel it. He slowly approached the stumbling man who gripped a large bag tightly in one hand. The smell of Alcohol and dirt was all he could smell as he watched the man. He crinkled his nose at a sickly sweet scent reached him.

Cadence approached silently as the man made his way across the street into a darker corner before he spoke.

"Excuse me sir?" The man turned startled, the bag coming up to his chest as he fumbled with his wand in his pocket.

Cadence held up his hands and stopped a few feet from him. "I am sorry for startling you; I was just trying to get your attention."

The man tried to focus on him as he left his wand alone for a moment. A crooked smile revealed yellow stained teeth. "Oh did you want to buy some wares?"

He resisted cringing at the small man. "I was told you might have some things I am interested in."

The man swayed a little as he shook his bag out and legs extended until he was able to stand it by itself. He pulled the bag open and the sides fell to reveal a small table top; the items laying neatly in rows.

And there it was calling to him- he inspected each item some were very old silverware, a couple tattered tombs, and some jewelry pieces. Each looked elegant and pricey. He could remember seeing these things someplace but could not put his finger on it. One item pulled at him a silver pendant with intricate carvings on it and glittering, green stones in the shape of an 'S'.

They were cleaning Grimmauld Place; Mrs. Weasley was throwing things in a bin that were considered 'dark'. Kreacher kept taking things from this pile. He got especially nasty when we went through Sirius brothers' room and anything that belongs to the 'death eater'. In Kreachers' hand he clutched at a silver necklace…

"So tell old Mundungus what strikes your fancy." Cadence snapped his head up to get a closer look at the man in front of him. He recalled a picture of the first order that Sirius had showed him and he remembered him describing the short man as 'sneak thief'. Taking a look at all the other items he started to recall them being placed around the old house.

"You stole these from the Black house didn't you?" Mundungus Fletcher flinched back his eyes widening as he tried to close the bag. He could smell the sudden adrenaline in the air. Cadence put both hands down onto the table keeping it open. Mundungus started to back up.

"How do you know that I stole them? They could have been given to me."

Cadence snarled as he stepped around the table. "Because Sirius is dead and the only other person that could have given them to you was Lord Black" He backed the shorter man into the wall. "And I do not recall giving anyone permission to remove even the dust from my properties."

"But Dumbledore… he said that the Potter child…" Cadence lunged forward and grabbed the man by the neck lifting him slightly. The sickly sweet smell pumped erratically around him.

Fear was seeping from every sweat gland it seemed as the man's eyes shifted up and down the alley. The smell was becoming intoxicating as it overpowered the drunks smell, but not enough to temp him into biting the man. That sweet smell was almost nauseating.

"Dumbledore is a lying, manipulative, old fool who does not know when to give up. How much of this came from the house?"

"All of it."

Cadence set him down as he started to rub his neck and turned picking the bag up.

"Hey! My bag…" Cadence turned back to him and raised an eyebrow as his mouth clicked shut. He watched as sweat rolled down the side of the stout mans' face.

"Consider it payment for everything you have already sold." He approached again. "And Mundungus, I do not want to see you or any of the Order at my house ever again. None of you are allowed on any Potter or Black Property, do you understand?" he nodded vigorously. "Good and I don't want to hear that you ran to Dumbledore." He raised his hand and inspected his nails. "I might be tempted to find you again and tear out your tongue you hear."

Mundungus tried to melt into the wall as he started stuttering. "I...I..."

"Repeat it back to me." Mundungus looked panicked as he raised a kerchief from his pocket and dabbed his forehead.

"The Order and I will never set foot on any Potter or Black Property again without permission and I won't tell Dumbledore about you… I won't tell him anything… I will disappear… He won't know anything from me I swear."

Cadence reached forward and patted the slick cheek. "So mote it be." Mundungus paled as he spluttered.

"So mote it be." The words fell from his trembling lips.

Cadence straightened up and backed a few feet away. "Good, by the way do you have some sort of sickness?" The man looked bewildered for a moment.

"I…I have a bit of a sweet tooth…"

"Hmm…you can go now; you'll not have to worry about me… right now. But I would go see a medi wizard tough. You might be eating too much of it." He smirked as he approached the man again backing him into the wall. "Your bloods smell is completely saturated in it." He chuckled to himself as he watched the now sober man take off in the opposite direction of him. He reached his hand into the bag and pulled out the necklace-The pendant spinning on its chain as he held it up in front of him.

Why was this so familiar? It felt as if it belonged to him and yet… there was something off about it. Like something else has staked its claim and was holding it. Without a second thought he pulled the chain over his head and tucked it into his shirt, heading towards the barrier.

Now that he knew where he was he was going to head to London, there was some unfinished business he needed to take care of.

(Lets skip ahead a couple hour's yea?)

Cadence stayed to the shadows as he walked down Charing Cross Road. A couple jogged past him as he neared the Leaky Cauldron unnoticed. He looked behind him as he pushed the doors open and walked into the familiar pub.

There were only a few people sitting at tables this early as he walked through to the back. He tried not to feel relieved that they barely gave him a passing glance. The satisfied feeling as he passed through into Diagon Alley and without anyone swarming him was a god send. It brought to mind that he did not even know what he looked like anymore. Did he really look that different?

He passed by Fortescue's and snuck a glance at the reflection in the window and almost froze at what he saw. However, he did not have time to dwell on it at the moment as he made his way towards Gringotts.

Jumping up the steps he walked through the doors and towards the one goblin he recognized. This early there were only a couple people at the stands and he bypassed all them.

"Griphook, if I may have a moment of your time. I would like to discuss some business with you." The goblin smelled strongly of earth and green. But he just knew in the back of his mind that he would not want to bite him… in fact he felt sort of put off from the smell… and it was all over the bank.

The Goblin raised his eyes and gave him a look over before glancing back down at his papers. "Do you have your key…" he glanced back up. "Mr...?"

"Lord Black."

A nasty look crossed the goblins features as his eyes jumped back up.

"I'm sorry; let me reintroduce myself, Cadence Mal Foi-Black." He bowed slightly. Sudden comprehension dawned on his face as he hopped from the stool.

"Ah Lord Black, Let's take this to my office for some privacy."

Cadence followed the goblin into another room and waited until he had seated before sitting himself.

"Now Lord Black..."

"You may call me Cadence Griphook."

"I apologize Lord; you have changed in the week since I have seen you."

Cadence waved him off as he smiled. "It was no trouble to me, you see though I have some concerns. The first is a curiosity really. Why was there no real attempt to contact me when it seemed things were wrong with my accounts?"

"Cadence, we had only ideas that something might be wrong. Every statement or note we sent out we received a reply for…. that is until you said you had never received anything." He pulled a scroll out of the first drawer after unlocking it. "We started to investigate your account after your last visit and found a couple discrepancies. I myself noticed in your first visit that you did not have your own key. And never saw you myself after that- there was always someone else that came to retrieve something for you. We were always told this was done with your consent by your magical guardian. That is until the Malfoys first brought you in." He unrolled the scroll across the desk.

There were columns of numbers and names. He pointed to the first one. "Every amount in this column was taken after the Malfoys magically adopted you. Even then he claimed it was with your consent. "He pointed to the second column. "We matched time and amounts with these withdrawals that have been made since you were two. This first amount was taken once a month like clockwork until last year. It was exchanged into muggle currency right after and mailed off."

"Next, whatever allowance you've been getting to take care of the boy." Vernon's face went white, his eyes shifting to Harry." Will cease. Desist. No longer exist. In other words, you will get nothing. And I will make sure of this"

"The Dursleys'..." Cadence reached his hand up and brushed his fingers across his temple. "And you say this stopped after the Malfoys took me in?" The Goblin nodded as he pointed to another number.

"These amounts were somewhat random- Pulled once a month or every two. The times where what were consistent the amounts varied." He pointed to another row. "Starting from your first year these amounts have been considered education funds." Cadence shook his head and pointed to the first number.

"This is the most I ever spent on my books and supplies. The year I bought my own supplies is the most I ever spent on them." He took a look down the column and pointed to another number from earlier that year. "This amount is okay. It matches what was given to me by Bill Weasley when I saw him."

Griphook made a small note on the bottom of the scroll and the numbers changed to reflect his first year. The sum of the difference appeared in a separate column.

Cadence also pointed to the very first column. "And the amount that went to my relatives, this was to cover all necessities correct; Food, clothing, lodging, schooling, medical etc."

"That is correct."

Cadence growled. "I was treated as little more than a house elf. None of this was used to support me and I would like to set that straight." Another note was made and the amounts changed again.

"And these numbers, "He pointed to the other amounts. "I did not authorize any of it. It was not used for me, by me, or with my knowledge. This will also be fixed." Griphook gave him a side glance as he made the last note. When all calculations were done all that was left were the tree columns. The first was empty and the second held small amounts that he recalled getting himself and the last had only the same amount withdrawn for school supplies.

Cadence smiled and leaned back. "That looks accurate now. What will be done to fix the theft from my accounts?"

Griphook froze as he was rolling up the scroll and looked back over the numbers quickly. "Well now that you have come of age and this has been an official meeting we can perform a more in depth investigation. In the end the result will be the same. The funds will be taken back from those that received them. And charges with be pressed against them formally."

"May I inquire as to whom?"

"Your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, and those education withdrawals will have to be looked into. Most of them were made by the Weasleys; but if they were doing it for their own gain or getting it for someone else..." The lowered his eyes as he finished rolling up the scroll. "That is what we will figure out."

Cadence clenched his teeth as the thought crossed his mind. The people he had thought to be family… the ones that he had treated like family, he hardly believed that the look of worry that he had witness a couple weeks ago could be orchestrated though; not when they thought no one was looking.

"Whatever it takes." He mumbled absentmindedly. Then his lips stretched into a smile, his canines poking just over his bottom lip. "When this is all over I might just forget that you all knew Albus was not supposed to be in control of me at all so should not have been able to access anything and about the adoption."

The goblins mouth clicked shut. A nasty sneer spread across his face. "Believe me Lord Black the last thing we want is for you to believe that we just let them steal from us too."

"The stealing I'm over…. The leaving me with people you knew that I was not to go to. It was in the will if I recall… That I was not to go to Vernon or Petunia… you also seemed to know that I was adopted. Yet… here we stand. Mutually this business arrangement will be good for both of us. I will forget everything, including keeping this information from my parents, and you will continue to get my business." Griphook eyed him for a moment before bowing.

"Lord Mal Foi-Black I swear that this situation will be rectified."

He nodded his head "The other things I wanted to discuss with you are the overall access of my accounts."

Griphook looked appeased for the moment and settled back into his chair. "To start- now that you have gone through your inheritance you are an adult in the eyes of wizarding law. NO one besides you and those you allow have access to your accounts, homes, items, etc. you have inherited quiet a large estate, being the Lord Potter and Black; both very old, prominent families." He pulled a key from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Because of recent events I went forward and changed all security measures on all your vaults and voided all previous made keys. This key is the only one that will work from now on."

Cadence picked up the silver key that had a small emerald on the bow. "This is very beautiful craftsmanship and I thank you for securing my property." Griphook smirked slightly.

"There are two main family vaults that you have access to- these vaults however are vast; some of the larger ones here. Also now that you are Lord you have access to all trust vaults." He handed over a list with names.

Harry Potter- Trust vault

Cedrella Black nee Weasley- Dowry Vault withdrawn

Authur Weasley- First Born Gift withdrawn.

Narcissa Black nee Malfoy- Dowry vault

Draco Malfoy- First born gift

Bellatrix Black nee Lestrange – Dowry vault

Andromeda Black nee Tonks- Dowry Vault withdrawn

Nymphadora Tonks- First born gift withdrawn

He made a mental note to figure out where everyone on the list stood with him. If they supported him there was no need to cut them off. Gods knew Authur needed it. Nymphadora… that was the girl from the order was it not? The one who could change her face.

"If you would want, we could venture down for a full stock of your vaults."

Cadence stood. "After you." Griphook led him to the cart and they went down to what seemed to be the bottom floor.

"These are the high security vaults. They have extra measures of protection from thieves. The falls that we will be going under will reveal and disrupt all interference or deceptions. It will also set off the alarm if there are any present." Cadence felt the magic in the water as they went underneath them but came out dry. When the cart stopped they were on a large platform which seemed to have a large pale boulder on it.

Griphook pulled a small bell contraption out of his vest as the stated to walk towards large stone. The closer they got to it though Cadence began to see the stone take shape and began to be swarmed with the smell of dried blood. There were spines and wings tucked down as the creature breathed in. the head was tucked into the hind legs. The chains around its neck were attached onto surrounding pillars and looked to have striped the scales from the surrounding areas. As he approached the dragon he tried to control his urge to growl at the apparent mistreatment; the Dragon opened its eyes and looked in the direction of them its milky pink eyes blinking. The smell of the dragon that permeated the area made the air feel like fire or hot charcoal.

"We have had this dragon here to protect the largest vaults as he was raised to do. He was trained with this." He lifted the metal up and it started to make a clanking noise which made the dragon stop its movements and rest its head restlessly on the floor.

"He expects pain when you do that does he not."

Griphook shifted his eyes away. "In the beasts' youth he was quiet stubborn."

Cadence stopped walking and faced the Dragon, the spines in the tips of its ears flicking in his direction. "Some call goblins beasts."

"Goblins are not beasts! We are capable of speech, a society, peaceful living… that animal is not capable of telling the difference between its meats."

Cadence raised his eyebrow at the goblin before looking forward again. "You have probably heard the stories of the Tri-wizard tournament that went on in my second year. I was faced with a Hungarian Horntail; she was a beautiful creature. She spoke in mainly inconsistent hisses and roars but I never thought to actually talk with her or whether or not being a parselmouth would even work with her."

The clanking immediately stopped next to him. "My Lord, you speak Parseltongue?" Cadence nodded as the Dragon began to stand again.

"I even left my familiar at home… she must be worried…" He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to listen to any sound the being might make.

As the beast moved forward it opened its mouth and breathed in, tasting the air much like he had the night before. A deep rumbling sounded from its throat, slight growls escaping.

"Gawking." The large creature stepped to the side trying not to get to close. Slight hissing almost inaudible to him was escaping through the white dragons' teeth, which would make him silent to humans, but also mixed between rumbles and growls. If he had not been listening he was sure he would have missed it. Would a Goblin be able to hear the hissing undertones? "They always gawk- Stupid animals. Not thieves with the clanking, but stupid." Cadence stepped forward making the dragon freeze in his movements, the ears twitching in his direction.

"He is blind?"

Griphook had stayed farther back as he had moved forward; his large knuckles gripping the metal tightly. "It is to be expected being down here for so long."

Cadence growled lowly and watched as the dragon tensed, his front talons scratching at the ground. What would it hurt to try? The speech was different from what he had heard; barely even hisses.

"You are what protects my vaults?" The large head stretched towards him making the chains screech at the sudden movement. Hot bursts of air covered his face as the dragon breathed in his scent.

"You are not a normal human."

"No, I am not."

"And yet you gawk."

Cadence raised his hand and placed it on the chain. "You are magnificent even in your mistreatment. I envy your strength." The dragon flinched under his touch.

"Strength? I do this because I must. Should I give up and when I parish as another takes my place to be chained, blinded…to never feel the air beneath their wings or the sun on their wings." There was a deep growl. "This is all I have ever known. Do not mock me human."

"I meant no disrespect."

The dragon snorted as it stepped back.

"Yes I protect what lies behind me. May I ask of you human?"

"You have no reason not to."

"I would like some fresh meat; there has been few breezes this far down since they have last brought me some."

"Breezes?"

"The screeching thing brings a breeze with them."

"I will convey your wish to my guide, maybe more."

"Doubtful, now leave me human."

The dragon moved his body back to the spot closest to the pillars and laid to rest again. Cadence turned towards Griphook who was giving him a sharp look.

"What is it the dragon said?"

"He said he would like some fresh meat… among other things. how often does a cart come down this far?"

"Maybe once or twice a month, does this matter at all?"

Cadence bared his teeth at the tone as they walked towards the vaults. "He uses the breezes the carts make as a sort of passage of time. That it has been a while since he received fresh meat."

The goblin looked pensive as they stopped in front of the third vault.

"I will make sure he gets a horse when we return. This is the Potter vault. Your trust vault has since been emptied into this vault since you're an adult now." When the door was opened Cadence began to finally understand what made Ron so jealous. Directly to the right there was a table with several ledgers on it. The first was of properties, the second of items, and the third of monetary transactions. "These will be present in every vault that you have access to and will list everything under your name."

Cadence took a look aver the numbers and items before he noticed a box sitting on the table. Picking it up he inspected the wood work before opening the lid to reveal the gold and black ring inside with a red stone. (Think of championship ring.)

"That is the Potter lordship ring. It is yours now as well as the seat on the Wizengamot."

He pulled the ring from the box and placed it on his left hand, leaving the box on the table.

"I would like to take what remained of my trust fund and invest that into 3 ventures; Nothing illegal and nothing against 'creatures' as the ministry like to refer to us. The first I would like to invest in goblin metal work and the bank itself for an extension. The other two I will leave to you to pick acceptable ones. All proceeds in the case of the other two I would like deposited into a vault set aside for the education cost if there are to be any. Let us check on the Black vault now."

"The Bank?" the vault doors closed behind them as they started towards the end.

"Yes you see I have a proposition for the bank that I believe will work out for everyone considering recent events." The goblin shot a look towards the resting dragon as they reached the end.

"Yes, however anything like that will need to be discussed with our nation's leader."

Cadence nodded as they opened this one as well. There was another box sitting on the table with another ring. While the Potter ring was large this ring was small with silver metal work and an onyx gem. He scanned the ledgers here as well, doing the same as he had with the potter funds- allocating a small amount for investments to be put in the new vault. His eyes stopped over one listed property.

As he tapped the book he turned back to Griphook. "I would like any persons residing here evicted and barred from the property starting immediately. You may take any funds from my vault needed but I would also like new wards placed on the home to prevent intruders and theft. Goblins wards are preferable." The twisted smile that stretched across the goblins face reassured Cadence that this would be done.

Before leaving he left the bag he had taken from Mundungus, the items within and itself added to the ledger. They started back towards the dragon when he felt another pull across from where he was standing.

"Whose vault is that?"

"That is the Black vault given to Bellatrix Lestrange. Would you like to inspect it Lord Black?"

Cadence nodded and waited for the doors to swing open.

"There is a protection on the things in this vault that will duplicate them to prevent thievery. There are only few items that will not and those are items that would not belong to her." Cadence walked around the vault, using his magic to sense the things around him.

The vault itself smelled old and musty however there was a particular stench of death in one corner that he felt compelled to investigate. This feeling he was getting- it wasn't like the locket. It did not feel familiar to him but it held the same darkness he couldn't place. His eyes scanned the piles of galleons and décor until he saw a small, almost ordinary, goblet sitting on a pedestal above his head. His hand came up to grasp the necklace through his shirt as he looked on.

"That item there does not belong." He walked over to the ledger and looked down the list until he found the name.

Hufflepuff Cup Added 1972 by Bellatrix Lestrange

The line disappeared when the cup appeared on the table.

Griphook inspected the item and looked puzzled. "This item is saturated in dark magic. How is it she came by this?"

"I would be lying if I said I knew."

He shook his head as he picked up the item and they left, sealing the vault behind them.

As they neared the dragon he lifted his head and sniffed the air before laying it back down, a wisp of smoke flowing from his nostril as they walked past. He growled lowly as Griphook lowered his hand as well that held the metal contraption again. When they were back on the surface Griphook took him back to the office waiting for him to seat before pulling out a blank scroll.

"What is this proposition that you wanted me to put forward?"

"Using funds from my vault at the end of the tunnel of the high security vaults I would like to commission a chamber. A relatively large one that will have enchantments for sunlight weather, that way there can be trees and other plants. There should also be a stream and small lake. Since I know there are falls, there should be no problem diverting water." He was writing this down a certain sort of look crossing his sharp features as he shifted his eyes from him to the scroll.

"And the reason."

"I believe that your dragon would be more complacent if he had a proper home- He expressed a need not to die to force his torment on another. It would also mean he would be more willing to protect the vaults out of sure will not by fear of pain and that would be more formidable against thieves especially if they knew how to get past it. I believe, no I am certain that I can talk with him on this regard. I know for certain that he would be a greater ally than a prisoner. He has already shown that he can know a person by scent and I am sure that your people rarely need the device when just yourselves correct?"

"That is correct the beast…" Cadence growled. "Our dragon recognizes if it is a goblin and will leave us alone. If this were to happen how would you suggest keeping the owners of those vaults safe from him, especially those who have never been down that far."

"Introduction of course. I will of course assist in this: Make sure he understands as well as recognizes them as the renter of a specific vault."

The Goblin stroked his chin as he inspected the roll. "I am sure that this may be possible. Especially considering you have already shown he can communicate and has wishes. The problem would be that we ourselves have no way of conveying or understand. This would need to be something that would be developed as we cannot always be calling on your Lordship."

Cadence nodded. "That is understandable, it will need to be looked into and it is possible that working with the Romanian dragon trainers we may be able to develop something…" He trailed off as he thought about him being a horcrux- it was first thought by Dumbledore that the Parseltongue had been transferred because of this. "This is a theory and one I'm not even sure on. Is it possible to copy or transfer ones' power into an object?"

"It has been known that wizards will put some of the power or being into objects for many different reasons. A misguided attempt at immortality, a ward stone…" looking at the paper again he thought deeply. "I can see why you asked. Some older families used to have an object passed down from one head to the next. This object would be imbued with the heads magic as well as the next and so forth. But this magic strengthened and maintained the wards. Now it has been said that an elemental that has imbued a stone may make the surrounding area more volatile or serene. If you were to make a ward stone that effected a certain area while maybe focusing on your ability of speech it may just be possible to…" Griphook looked up at him with a twisted look of awe. "You do realize Lord, that if this works and word got out that people would be asking for something like this from you so they could speak to the familiars and such. Why this could change how people view parseltongue as being 'dark'."

Cadence chuckled. "That did cross my mind, however let us try to keep this a secret for a little while longer. Maybe I will get a little humor from the public thinking that Goblins have the power. Maybe you will get more respect."

Griphook looked at him a moment before rolling up the scroll. "I will present this to my superiors immediately and will inform you of their decision. Was there any other business you wished to attend to?"

"Yes is there a way for me to withdraw from my account without having to come here every time?"

The goblin pulled out a small coin bag and handed it to him. "This bag can only be tied to a certain vault and can only be accessed by the vault holder. Not even someone allowed access can use this bag. It will never get bigger than this or weigh more than this- these things make it convenient to carry on your persons."

"This is perfect! But I had one last question. I would like to make things simple for myself and anyone to come after me. Can the Potter vaults be combined under the Black vaults?"

Griphook looked mildly surprised. "Yes you have every right to make that decision being the last Potter. The name and everything that comes with it can be absorbed into the Black names. I will just need to make some minor adjustments on the accounts and file the correct papers and there will need to be a ritual done to combine the family magics for future generations…." He trailed off as he made a list of things on a new parchment. "When we are ready to do this I will ask you to come back in. now for that purse we will need to prick you finger and swipe the clasp so that it is only tied to you." He handed over a knife that Cadence used to nick his thumb. Once he was sure it would work he put it in his pants pocket he then nodded and stood.

"May your metal never dull and you coffer overflow and never empty." They both bowed as he left the office.

Hopefully things would get done as he asked.

As he left the back and people were giving him weird looks he decided that his first stop should be Madame Malkin's, he probably shouldn't be walking around in his night clothes.

AS he walked into the shop he was very glad it was empty; he wasn't sure how he would handle a crowd right now or how he would handle all the untainted blood.

"I will be with you in a moment dearie." He started to walk around and browse. Her smell was all over the shop, it was soft and subtle but almost spicy like cinnamon. He looked at some of the school robes that were set up in the window for the coming year. Then at the dress robes on the wall next to them.

What did a lord even wear?

He had sensed that she was heading towards him, stopping just a few feet away. "So what can I get you lad?"

Cadence turned and smiled at her.

"You know I need a whole new wardrobe." He waved at his current clothes. "You see I find myself in quiet a predicament."

She nodded and smiled. "I was wondering why a handsome young lad like you was walking around in their nighties and with no shoes no less!"

He chuckled. "Well it is a complicated story and one I will not bore you with. You see I just came into role of responsibility in my family and have no idea how I should really act or dress."

"Well Mr..." She gave him a sidelong look.

"Lord Black." She jumped slightly and gave him a long look.

"Oh my, I thought you looked a bit familiar. But…I was not aware that Sirius had any children. Or that anyone had taken up the mantle, we all heard rumors that the Potter child…"

"That is the second time someone has mentioned this child to me. The Rumors are wrong Madame but if you must know yes I was the son of Sirius Black though I only knew of him a short time."

"Oh I am sorry for my prying Lord,"

"Merlin no; call me Cadence." She smiled brightly at him.

"You will be needed some formal and informal robes. Will you be attending any schools?"

He thought a moment before shrugging. "I am unsure at the moment to tell the truth. I am thinking about independent study because of my position. There is a lot to be done. However if that changes I will be sure to order some from you." He watched as she started to go through the dress robes. "If I may, I would prefer open robes that way I can dress either formal or casual underneath them."

"I was just thinking that these closed robes would look too stuffy on you lad." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the back where the mirrors and stool stood. Her warm flesh felt as if it was burning him. "Why don't you stand up here so I can get your measurements, perfect dearie. " She started with his arms and worked her way down, making notes on her notepad.

But cadence barely noticed that as he finally got to get a good look at the mirror in front of him. And how wrong he had been, he looked nothing like he had before.

His long black hair still reached about mid back and he had not grown but he looked… he didn't even recognize himself. An image of the woman from yesterday flashed through his mind. He could say they looked related. But, was that possible...

He did resemble the Blacks more now but for a reason unknown to him, was reminded more of Bellatrix then Sirius, and there was an unknown element. One that made him resemble neither. It was curious, was this difference his parent shining through?

His eyes flashed to his forehead and at the unmarred skin there. It was gone… did that mean the prophecy was broken… how was he supposed to feel?

Free

He took a deep breath as he looked over himself. Free? Was that how he felt? No he still felt like they were connected somehow. And if the Horcrux was destroyed would Tom go back on what he said?

And now that he had run… would he harm those there?

"All done dearie you can hop off now." He stepped down as she rushed around grabbing some items and then joined him moments later. "Alright what I have here are three formal open robes all black as well as three informal robes also black. I have also picked out some button up shirts and vests for you to look at and some slacks; three pairs to go with your Formal robes. It is up to you what you would like for casual wear." Cadence looked at the nice button up shirts that were made of the same material as his current clothes. He quiet liked the feel of them.

"I would just like 7 sets of these if you don't mind."

She beamed at him as she went back for more. And came back with an assortment of colors: Green, grey, black, dark blue, dark purple (which he raised his eyebrow at; he would not admit that he liked it), and dark red. All of the slacks were black and the vests also ranged.

"Here you are; I also took the liberty of grabbing you some briefs as well as socks and a couple pairs of dress shoes. Take a set and go get dressed while I ring this up for you." Cadence browsed through the pile and pulled out a pair of briefs, socks, and slacks as well as the purple shirt and black vest and informal robes. As he walked into the back room he passed a stand with some ties and bands. He grabbed a black tie and a black band before going to change.

Cadence was mindful of his nails as he buttoned up his shirt and vest. And in tucking his shirt in maybe he would need to look into vampire nails. Would he be able to cut them? He gave himself a look over as he straightened his tie and pulled his hair back into a low hanging tail with the band so it was out of his face. He smoothed over his vest smiling at his image before leaving the changing room taking his night clothes with him. As he past the ties he grabbed a couple more colors; adding them to the pile.

"Now including the ties and band the total is 30 galleons, 14 sickles and 2 knuts." He pulled the coin bag out of the pocket he had put it in and reached inside thinking of 31 galleons. He pressed the coins into the counter and pocketed the purse.

She smiled as she put the money into a similar bag and shrunk his items into one bag. "Here you are Hun, have a good day will you?"

He bowed his head. "You as well Madame." A blush stained her cheeks as he left the smell in the store changing slightly. As he stepped out into the street he had to raise his hand to block the rising sun. It had to have been about 10 now for the sun to be above the buildings. He started to walk back down the street when something caught him.

And what a delicious scent it was. Just to the left up the street was a small café called NOX. He opened the door and stepped inside. The manager was at the door waved him in, his smile widening.

And like Cadence he could probably tell immediately that the other was a vampire. He felt no pull like he had all morning on the being in front of him, but he smelled welcoming.

"Hello Brother welcome to NOX. Let's get you into a booth in the back and I can get you a morning glass." He led him to the back where the sun didn't quiet reach. A moment later an older man came and sat across from him. He handed him a glass that smelled like heaven as the warm scent wafted from it.

Cadence tried to push down the revulsion he felt to his hunger as he picked up the cup and drank deeply.

"Now tell me young one why are you out wandering so soon after your birth." Cadence froze as he lowered the cup; he had not realized how hungry he actually had been until he had first tasted the red liquid.

"I am sorry, do I know you?" The man chuckled as he shook his head. He had brown wavy hair that swished with the motion. And dark hazel eyes that flashed in amusement.

"No I do not believe we have met but I should tell you, anyone that knows about our kind can easily spot a new born. It is why we set up shop here. The smell of blood is unnoticeable to humans though they eat here too as you can see but it guides in the hungry of our kind so that they do not do something they would regret. You feel better do you not?"

Cadence nodded his head as he twisted the cup in his hands, licking the last traces from his lips.

"How long ago was your change?"

"Well, last night really. It was a week early." The man gave him a stern look.

"And you thought it would be a good idea to wander, were you not taught anything about your change?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "No not really… I just learned that I would be a week ago…" he looked into the red streaked cup. "The rector sent someone to help teach me… but last night I got free and… I got scared and ran." There was a deep sigh from across the table.

"You bit someone didn't you?" He felt himself pale. "Do not worry so much, unless you killed them…"

Cadence vigorously shook his head…. At least he didn't think so. He felt his heart beat quicker. He couldn't have killed him. The man across from him placed a hand over his and he realized that the glass had started to crack.

"Hey kid calm down; if they were still awake when you left they're fine. Well, maybe a little weak but alright. I would be more worried that they will report you. Humans have this crazy inane fear of our kind."

"I don't think I need to worry about them reporting me. It was someone close… they won't turn will they?"

The man raised his eyebrow smirking. "You didn't get told much before you ran for it did you?"

Cadence blushed as he remembered what Leighara told him the night before. "We talked about The Rector Lamia and our 'hydra' Families as she called them. She told me a little bit about the change I was going through and what to expect. But that was about we got through before I fell asleep…. It gets hazy for a bit until I get out. I don't even recall how I got out…." the man chuckled as he leaned back folding his arms.

"Well, hell kid you sure picked a time to run for it. Here let me get you something to eat then we will talk some more." The man stood up and took the cup with him. A couple minutes later he returned with another cup of the warm liquid as well as a plate of hash browns and eggs. His stomach growled at the smell.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to eat normally?" The man placed it in front of him and sat back down holding a cup of coffee.

"What gave you that crazy idea kid?"

Cadence thought about all the legends of vampires and shook his head. "Mainly just all the myths I guess. Not much of those are correct are they? So he won't change just because I bit him either?"

"Nope." He took a gulp of the dark drink. "Listen kid, your heart still beats doesn't it?" He nodded as he scooped some of the eggs up. "You went through the change but you are not some undead immortal creature that only feeds on the flowing blood of others. Yes, you need blood but not because of how you may think."

*He took a moment to think as he savored another taste of his drink. "As a human you need blood to function, but there are many things that can make your health deteriorate. The sun, sickness, injury, etc. as a vampire you live longer yes. Hell if properly you could be immortal, some of us are a couple thousand years old. But how do you think we are able to heal and stay alive that long?" AS he swallowed some of the hash browns he shook his head, his shoulders lifting slightly. "Our blood keeps us alive. But as the blood is used to repair the body we need to keep replenishing it, which is why we need to consume blood. The sun for example." He pointed out the front windows. "It is one of the biggest reasons the body ages; this has been proved by human science. Yes, magicals' live longer because of their magic but the sun still does its harm. It is a constant attack on the skin, so as a new born that is why you are so sensitive to it. Did any of that make sense?"

"So our bodies use blood every day to keep us going and it needs to be replenished?" The man nodded. Well that doesn't sound as bad as a demon. "So I still need to eat to keep healthy?"

"Exactly, blood is just another source of food now for you; you actually need it to keep your body going. Right now you will need a good ten glasses a day like that for the first couple years. Eventually you won't need to drink so much; in dire situations you will be able to go without it for weeks at a time. This is not something I would do though boy. Just like you need food to survive you need blood and it becomes extremely dangerous for you and others when you do not drink."

Cadence nodded as he picked up the class with the liquid in it. While he still did not like the idea of feeding off others he didn't feel so bad about it. "Where do you get your supply of blood for your guests?" he looked around at the other vampires he could tell were in there.

"Donors. A couple hundred years ago we were forced to skulk around at night and feed from people who just were not smart enough but now we have contacts in the muggle world. With their help we set up blood donation sites. It's a legitimate business for the muggles. Some samples go to hospitals and clinics because they are needed, but there are enough donations to supply places like this, because most of us have magic we are able to keep our supplies warm for consumption. Believe me that is much better that straight from the bag." He made a face.

"I take it you already know of your enhanced abilities correct?"

Cadence nodded. "I was able to run across the country and back in only a couple hours. And I fell from a good height I think…" he trailed off in thought. He had jumped out a window hadn't he?

"You will also be able to heal quicker but again healing will make you need blood quicker so try not to need it. Though if you go into a situation and your instincts are telling you something don't ignore them. That is your creature blood and a vampire's instincts are rarely wrong. You will also have better hearing and sight. Be careful you will be a bit sensitive for a little while longer."

Cadence nodded as the man paused in thought. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yes sir."

"Circe, do not call me sir. It's Andreas." Cadence chuckled.

"I'm Cadence." The man narrowed his eyes at him. "How did you know I had just changed?"

It took a moment for the man to answer as he seemed to be studying him for one reason or another. "When you walked into the Shop your eyes, a young ones pupils will enlarge until their eyes look black when they are hungry. This will change as you age though if you starve yourself it will still happen. Cadence you say… do you have a last name kid?"

Cadence finished off his drink and set the cup down giving the man a puzzled look. "Yes… I'm not sure what's so important about it."

Andreas huffed and leaned back again looking towards the front of the shop. "What exactly did your friend tell you about the Rector Lamia?"

Feeling like he was missing something he shook his head. "Only that he leads the families in this region."

"Who did you say was teaching you?"

Cadence glared. "I didn't. But her name was Leighara."

The man nodded. "Explains it; did you tell her your name?"

Cadence had both his eyebrows raised. "Just before I started to actually change."

"Kid I'm going to give a bit of advice. Go back. If it's the way I think it is, you need to go back before something bad happens."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm going to tell you a story, it might mean not mean anything but then again. I will stake my shop on the fact that it does. About 17 years ago the rector and his husband were touring the families and they stopped here one morning. They had their newborn and last son with them." He started to look a little anxious. "There was an attack on the alley and we all rushed to protect them but something happened. And we were only able to get the rector and his husband out. They have not been the same since. Go home kid." He stood and grabbed Cadence by the arm leading him to the door.

"But what about what I owe you!" He was led outside.

"Believe kid, it is I who owe you." Cadence felt confused as he turned to leave, making sure he had his bags in his pocket. "Good Luck Cadence Mal Foi."

Cadence turned sharply his eyes widening. "How…"

Andreas smirk widened. "Like I said kid, I owe you."

A/N Just think of Cadence looking like a cross of Jared Leto and James Dean. And I do not mean Joker Leto I mean 30 seconds to mars Leto.

*can you guess what story this description is from?

Well… I have been working to get this chapter pushed out and as you can tell I just couldn't stop. Like I said above, I had a whole chapter written but scrapped it, so I hope you enjoy this. I'm going to post this one now so it doesn't seem like I'm keeping it hostage any longer. I know I did not answer so many questions as I said I was going to but I did push the story into a direction I wanted it be.

Hopefully I can answer more in the next chapter... let me know what you think. TTFN!