A/N: HEYY! I'm back and just a few pointers, Harry hasn't told anyone that his is the real BWL, he had only told Severus, Remus and Sirius about the Founders, they know his story is missing gaps but they know he will come to him when his is ready. The only people who know what happened truly on Halloween are the Dark Lord and Harry. The reason Harry wants to join the Dark Lord is because he understands why the man came after him, he despises his parents so much because there was no valid reason for them to abandon him. I left it on a bit of a cliff hanger last time so without further ado, I give you the next chapter;

A/N: Some changes here and there, about 1k?

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J. K.

Warning: Language and blood.

#Parseltongue#

Chapter 12:

Everything was black. Harry couldn't feel, see, smell or hear anything but blackness and it was disconcerting. At first his mind had been foggy, swimming in the darkness, unable to work out the reason for the strangeness, and then it began to clear. He remembered Rosina smashing in to him and kicking his broom and then the blackness came. It had happened too fast for him to use his flame to reach the ground safely, he didn't even think, and it had been too late to catch himself with his air. He knew when he hit the floor because there had been a lot of pain before he had ended up where he was.

It was weird in the blackness, he didn't like it much because he was used to being active and not being able to do anything was horrible. There was a change, at one point. A light had appeared, it sang with soft magics and he had tried so hard to pull himself towards the light that he could see but something was holding him back. He fought hard, the calling of the magic so strong to him, and when he finally got right next to it someone pushed him back away roughly. Harry growled, spinning to face them and he nearly had a heart attack when Merlin appeared in front of him.

"Are you insane? Do you know Salazar is having a breakdown thinking your going to jump in to the after life early? It is not your time to go yet Harry, why are you trying so hard to come through?"

All Harry could do was gape.

"Harry?" Merlin snapped and the boy shook his head.

"Merlin?"

"Of course, have you forgotten me already?"

"No, no, of course not! But what are you doing here and what are you talking about?"

"I'm trying to stop you from dying. When you fell, nasty fall as it was, you sustained horrific injuries, too painful for any mind to bare, which is why your consciousness shut down to deal with the pain. You ended up here where you can't feel, hear, see or smell anything from your consciousness, and I am using some highly forbidden magics to stop you from making a terrible mistake. The light you fought so hard to get to is on," Merlin explained and Harry's eyes widened.

"As in dying on?"

"Yes, Harry." He confirmed. "I don't know about you but I don't think you are ready to die."

"Oh Lady Magic no." Harry said.

"You need to go back to your consciousness to heal." Merlin informed him. Harry wrinkled his nose.

"How?"

Merlin motioned to something and Harry looked around, there was another light, one he had not noticed before as it was not as bright at the first. When he reached out for it he found it was riddled with pain and he cringed back from it.

"There's a lot of pain over there." He pointed out but Merlin looked at him blankly.

"I will not tell you what to do, Harry but I am confident that you will work out why you need to get back to your consciousness to heal." Merlin told him and Harry nodded, it was the way the man worked.

"The Founders send their best and they are proud of you, Salazar is especially happy with his blood heir and yourself."

Harry felt a pang of something deep within himself, but he still found himself smiling brightly.

"Thank you for bringing their words." Harry said to him, "And should you get the opportunity, tell Sal that when I next meet him I will get my revenge on him for not telling me about his blood Heir."

Merlin released a full laugh at that, shaking his head fondly at the boy and patting his shoulder.

"I will leave you now." Merlin said softly and Harry nodded, "Just remember, do not go in to the light Harry, it is not your time."

The ancient warlock disappeared and Harry was left alone again. Suddenly the darkness was all the more imposing. He didn't know how long he was there but he was planning on making sure Rosina wished she never came to school. He honestly couldn't believe what she had done, and why she had done it. He had gone out of his way to ignore her, stay as far away from her as possible and then she had tried to kill him! Harry wondered how everyone was, how everyone had reacted to his fall. The Slytherins were probably going mad, they didn't take an attack on their own lightly so maybe he wouldn't have to curse Rosina after all. He hoped they had avenged him, the thought made him want to cackle, if they had then Rosina was probably going to be in hell.

He did worry about his father and uncle, how they reacted to the fall and if they were ok. He had no clue on what his actual injures were only that they were bad from what Merlin said, but his phoenix abilities should be healing him. Thinking about it, he should already be healed, he had healed instantly before, and he remembered Helga exclaiming over it once as his broken arm had healed from the grounds to her wing. He wasn't sure if he had to be conscious for that to happen, it would make sense if he did. Then it hit him, Merlin had said he needed to be conscious to heal, if his phoenix abilities weren't working now he had to be conscious for them to do so. Bracing himself against the pain, Harry walked towards the dull light, though he wasn't prepared for when he started to break through. It was unimaginable.

Like open flames burning his very bones, yet still managing to freeze him like ice. It consumed him and he nearly stopped, but he kept going when he began to hear things around him. Then he felt it, his phoenix stir within him and like cool wave it washed over him and he began to heal. The pain began to dull and the healing picked up speed when he went more in to his conscious mind. He felt his magic stir within him, fuelling his inner healing and he could now clearly hear breathing around him and someone speaking, it sounded like Draco. Draco, he missed his best friend. Draco would have been the best to have in the dark, he would have kept things fun and mischievous and Harry wanted to wreak havoc with him again.

A white hot flare shot up his back and he suddenly felt his legs again, making him startle to realise he must have broken his actual spine. He checked and realised he could feel everything in his body now and it was nearly healed, there were tingles over his freshly heals bones and restored body, telling him that he had been in really bad shape. He felt someone prod his arm and wondered how he was being treated if this was happening.

"Come on idiot, you've had people worried enough and your not allowed to die so hurry up and wake up." That was definitely Draco and the blond sounded sad to Harry, he wondered how long he had been unconscious for, the blond usually covered his emotions better than this.

"I don't think that will work, Draco." That sounded like Lucius and it was another shock to Harry, what the bloody hell had happened for Lucius to be wherever he was.

"It might," Draco snapped, which was alarming, Draco never spoke to his parents in such a way.

"Come on, Harry, you can't die on me now, after all the work I've put in to your retribution and your not going to see it, not likely."

Die! They thought he was going to die? Holy mother Magic herself, his father must have had a heart attack, let alone uncle Moony! It did make him happy that Draco had avenged him and very well by the indignation in the blond's voice. Of course he wanted to see it, Harry wanted to see all the memories.

"Damn it Harry, don't die, please don't die."

That was enough for Harry, whatever had happened to him must have been bad, Draco was crying; crying. Harry felt his body and was glad to see he was healed, it might take him a day or two to be perfect again but he was fine for now.

"I'm not going to die, Dray." His voice was hoarse with disuse and he once again wondered how long he had been out. In the hospital wing, everyone jumped about a foot in the air, they all turned to Harry who was rapidly blinking.

"Harry?" Sirius asked in disbelief.

"How's it going dad, long time no see." He tried to be casual but it had the opposite effect as Sirius seemed to lose what little colour he had.

"You're alive!"

Harry scoffed.

"Like a little fall is going to kill me." Harry rolled his eyes and pushed himself in to a sitting position with Aressa curling happily around his neck hissing a welcome back greeting. He stretched and yawned before looking around to find them all gaping at him.

"Ok, I think I'm missing something and can someone get me a drink, my mouth taste like a desert."

Sirius shakily handed him a glass of water and Harry drank it down in one, sighing in pleasure.

"Thanks, so what's going on, you all look you've just seen Merlin dance naked."

Draco and Sirius laughed, albeit it shakily.

"You've been unconscious for a week, Harry. You were on the verge of death."

Harry blinked a few times.

"Huh, well shit."

Sirius hugged his son tightly, he was crying like a baby but he didn't care, Harrison was alive.

"I'm ok dad, honest."

"Don't ever do that to me again." Sirius told him thickly.

"I'll try not to." Harry assured. As soon as Sirius let go Harry had to practically catch Draco, who launched himself at his best friend.

"You are a complete and utter prat, did you know that. What took you so bloody long to heal? You should have been fixed on the same day."

"Anyone think you thought I was going to die, Dray." Harry laughed as the blond thumped him on the back, which made Harry wince slightly.

"I told them you weren't going to die." Draco said when he sat back down, Harry was also hugged by Narcissa and Remus who were both as emotional as Sirius.

"So what have I missed?"

The smirks he received were enough to tell him everything.

"Is she still alive?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes but she's regretting surviving the killing curse."

Harry smirked.

"Brilliant, I want to see the memories of everything."

"Of course, do you think I would do all this work for you not to see it. Honestly, I think the head injury has lasting damage."

Harry punched him.

"So what did Dumbledore say to this?" When they all gained dark looks Harry knew he wasn't going to like what they had to say so he braced himself for what idiotic thing Dumbledore had thought up this time. They each explained what had been going on, igniting Harry's anger and by they had finished he was fuming at the audacity of Potter and Dumbledore.

"An accident, she slammed in to me and kicked my broom out of reach." He snarled.

"It was all a terrible accident in the Headmaster's eyes." Snape sneered and Harry hissed clenching his fist, he stopped when he felt something in his hand, he opened to reveal the golden snitch.

"Ha, and I still won the game." He held up the ball in amazement and Sirius laughed at the irony as the Slytherins smirked. Harry cast a tempus and grinned.

"Dinner starts in about 10 minutes." He stated and Draco returned the grin.

"I'm sure people would be interesting in the outcome of the game." He said lightly.

"I think the winning seeker should be the one to deliver the news." Harry agreed in the same tone.

"I do believe the Great Hall is the place, Heir Black."

"I agree, Heir Malfoy. Shall we enter with style?"

"We shall, it is the only way."

"It is." Harry finished solemnly. He then shocked all the adults but hopping neatly out of bed and stretching, his back cracked multiple and he rolled his shoulders.

"Circe, how many times did I break my back?" He questioned rhetorically.

"Just the three times, actually," Narcissa replied faintly, she was looking at him in shock and Harry grimaced.

"Definitely getting her back myself." He muttered somewhat viciously. Harry waved his hand over himself to change his hospital wear in to uniform and use a quick cleansing charm, then he ran a hand through his hair before smirking.

"How do I look?"

"As if you had never been in here." Draco said with a smirk of his own.

"Perfect."

"Um Harrison," He looked at Narcissa.

"How are you up? You broke your spine three times as well has crushing your scull."

"Really? Damn, no wonder it hurt so much." Harry shook his head and the adults just looked at him.

"I have an animagus form of a phoenix, a black one actually, the reason I was out so long was because the healing abilities only work in my conscious mind and I had to get back in to it." He told them and then left with Draco leaving them more confused than ever, they looked at each other in shock.

"What in Merlin's name just happened?" Lucius demanded and Sirius laughed.

"Draco did warn you strange things happened around Harrison."

"But he shouldn't even be moving let along up and fine, he was perfectly healed and on his way to the Great Hall." Lucius explained and they froze; each of them would deny it later but they all ran to the door and straight to the Hall. It seemed that James was yelling at they Slytherins for something again and Harry and Draco were just outside the door, James had began another rant about how it was cruel and unnecessary to attack Rose when Harry stepped in.

"You are all just being foul, she has done nothing but yet you continue to attack her."

"Oh no Potter, these are all just terrible accidents." Harry said softly, gasps rang out as Harry walked in to the hall looking at James through narrowed green eyes.

"You!"

"Oh yes, did you expect me to die when I was accidently knocked out of the air? Oh no daddy dearest, no I'm still alive and I even won the game." Harry held up the snitch with a smirk, the Slytherin table exploded in cheers, pleased hissing rose through the stamping and clapping and Harry nodded his head at his House before turning back to James. The Potter Lord was red in the face and glaring murderously at Harry who was smirking openly.

"It looks as if there is some good in this accident, us winning the game and then the cup. It's just such a shame that Rosina seems so accident prone lately, isn't it?" Harry tilted his head innocently to the side, "All these accidents so suddenly after mine, such bad luck. Maybe they will stop now, or they might get worse, who knows." Harry shrugged and the Snakes laughed.

"You can't threaten my daughter."

Harry clutched his heart in mock horror.

"Threaten!?" He exclaimed dramatically, "I could never threaten the Girl-Who-Lived, it would be blasphemy. How could anyone do such a horrific thing it is beyond me, it must have been accidental."

Sirius was using Remus to keep himself up where he was laughing so hard with Remus doing the same, both Lucius and Narcissa were pink in the face and Severus was covering his mouth to stop himself laughing out loud.

"Why you little-,"

"It's ok Potter, I know accidents happen, I'm sure you will remember it." With an all too sweet smile Harry walked to his table and was greeting with thunderous applause as he sat down. James threw him a filthy look and took his own place. Sirius skipped, he actually skipped, to his seat kissing Harry on the head as he went, Snape, Remus and the Malfoys followed his example without skipping and took a seat at the Head table just as Dumbledore got to his feet.

"I would like to welcome back, Mr Black, who has clearly made a wonderful recovery from his terrible accident." He announced. The hall clapped and Harry nodded, he would show them an accident, he wanted to push his stupid sister down the stairs but he wouldn't stoop to her level. The other Slytherins seemed to have done a good job in making her life hell for the past week, Harry glanced over at Rosina and smirked when he saw her sat with her head down; they had definitely done a good job.

"The twins were a massive help, they got us in to the Lions' Den to redecorate." Draco told him as the food appeared, Harry raised an eyebrow and the blond smirked.

"We also made a promise to retaliate anyone who helped Rosina or spoke ill of you." He explained with a shrug and Harry grinned.

"Nicely done, Dray, nicely done."

"Well you didn't expect me to let this go did you?"

"I would be hurt if you did." Harry said to him. When Harry rose the whole table followed him, they seemed to make an armed guard to escort him down to the common room and Harry couldn't help but smirk.

"Just what happened while I was out?" He asked Draco who, was quite enjoying the reaction.

"Everything,"

In the cover and safety of the common room, Harry was surrounded by messages of relief and welcomes, the whole House seemed to have missed him and it took nearly an hour for them to calm down; there was even a party planned. Flint came over with a smirk and a nod.

"You really did pull of the impossible ay, Black?"

Harry smirked.

"Of course,"

"I cannot believe you still won the game." Flint shook his head and Harry grinned.

"Now that was a surprise but hey, anything to trash Potter then I'll try it."

"I came to talk to you about Quidditch," Flint began, "Now I would understand if you didn't want to play anymore, after a fall like-," he was cut off by Harry's choking cough.

"Not play! Are you insane?" He exclaimed, "As soon as the summer begins I'm getting me a new broom and getting back in the air, I have yet to do my best moves at a game and there is no way I am letting the Lions win, especially after this."

Flint grinned.

"I like you Black," Flint slapped him on the back and Harry withheld a wince.

"People really have to lay off the back, I snapped it three times." Harry complained to Draco, who rolled his eyes.

"Man up, you should have healed faster."

"Not gunna let that one go are you?"

"No, you had phoenix abilities, you should have used you head instead of making everyone worry."

Harry frowned, apparently his being unconscious had really gotten to Draco.

"You know I didn't do it on purpose, Dray."

"I know. I also know that your father has yet to respond to your accident due to him not leaving your bedside."

"What! You mean he hasn't done anything?"

"Oh no, he beat the crap in to Potter with his bare hands, of actual damage, no."

"He had better have a plan, this isn't getting let go." Harry stated furiously.

"I agree,"

"Come on, I'm going to have words with my dear father."

They slipped out of the common room and up to the marauders pad, Snape and the Malfoys were talking over drinks.

"What in Magic's name were you doing while I was in hospital?" Harry demanded as a greeting, making all the adults swivelled around in shock.

"What?"

"Why has Draco told me that you have done nothing in retaliation for me nearly being killed?" Harry clarified.

"There isn't exactly a lot I can do. Dumbledore has already blocked the ministry and the public worship the ground Potter and his spawn walk on." Sirius told him clearly angry about it.

"I am not letting this go, I nearly died." Harry stated.

"I do not see what possibly be done. Fudge will not budge because of Dumbledore and the Headmaster turns a blind eye to anything Potter." Lucius said. Harry growled to himself and began pacing, he tugged at his hair before freezing and facing Lucius.

"You said anything Potter," He murmured and the blond blinked.

"I did," He drawled.

"Anything Potter," He repeated to himself much to the confusion of the room.

"The public go mad for anything Potter yes?" He asked rhetorically but Sirius answered anyway.

"Yes, the press and the public salivate for anything with the name Potter on it."

The look that came to Harry's face was positively evil and shocked the adults, Draco on the other hand began to smirk.

"What do you have in mind, Har?"

Harry looked around at them with a strange glint in his eye.

"I think it's about time the public knew the story of Harry Potter."


As he never did anything in halves, he was expecting his retaliation to be massive. Harry had left James, Rosina and Dumbledore alone for the entire week and he had called his House and the twins off from attacking any of them, promising them that he personally had something planned and that he wanted to lure them in to a false sense of security. He wanted them to believe they were untouchable and it had worked. Rosina was back to her cocky self walking around the castle like she owned it and James was as arrogant ever, both still smug over the fact that there had been no hit backs, that they had gotten away with their actions. Harry couldn't help the smirk that came to his face every time he saw them.

He hadn't heard anything from the other teachers and Rosina wasn't punished, according to Snape, Dumbledore had stated in a staff meeting that it was a 'grievous accident' and cut off all other speech, so the man was blocking the staff too. Harry had also been keeping a hawk eye on Lily Potter. There was something severely wrong with her and his instincts told him whatever it was he wasn't going to like it, he told himself he didn't care about her or what was happening but it was getting to Severus and Harry cared for the Potions Master, it was working, for the most part. He hadn't managed to find out exactly why Snape cared but her but he had dug up that Lily and he used to be friends, from there is wasn't hard to connect the dots.

"When are you expecting it?" Draco asked lowly, and Harry cast a tempus.

"Right. About. Now."

Hundreds of birds swooped in carrying the morning post on his last spoken word, and the two boys shared a conspicuous grin. Harry was on the edge of his seat waiting for his own owl, the bird landed in front of him and Harry all but threw the coins in the pouch and snatched the paper from the beak. Just as he suspected his retaliation was there, glaring and obnoxious; right on the front page.

Black V Potter,

Secrets exposed!

Last week it was the final of the Hogwarts Quidditch cup and it was the much labelled rivalry; Slytherin V Gryffindor. The build up to the game was said to be tense and when the match arrived it was great. A furious battle between the teams, but the game wasn't the point of the day. During a race between Rosina Potter, the Girl-Who-Live, destroyer of You-Know-Who and Heiress to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, and Harrison Black, only son and Heir to Lord Sirius Black, of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, for the elusive golden snitch.

Harrison Black pulled of what is said to be his signature move and jumped from his broom to snatch the snitch; then tragedy struck. Heir Black plummeted from the air and hit the ground from over 50ft and he didn't get up, he was rushed to the hospital wing where Lady Narcissa Malfoy worked to save his life. After a week locked in a coma, Heir Black made a full recovery and discovered he had in fact won the game for Slytherin house.

The true nature of what happened in the air is unknown, some have labelled it as a tragic accident but there have been whispers saying that Heiress Potter was seen slamming Heir Black off course and then kicking his broom from reach. In result of these rumours, Lord James Potter was available for comment:

"What happened in the Quidditch game was a horrific accident and I am glad Heir Black has made a full recovery. Quidditch is a dangerous game and students shouldn't try stunts unless they are completely confident with their abilities, obviously Heir Black wasn't. The fact that my daughter is being slandered with false accusations is disgusting and I hope to assure the public that Rosina could never commit such an awful act."

This statement is backed up by the Headmaster of the great school, Albus Dumbledore who was also available for quote.

"What happened to young Harrison is an unfortunate accident and I hope nothing like this ever happens again. Rosina Potter is an exemplary student and rumours of her committing such an act are outlandish and highly offensive."

However, Lord Sirius Black and Lord Lucius Malfoy both have very different views of the game, and after some work I managed to track them down to speak with. Lord Malfoy said:

"Harrison is very lucky to be alive and I am currently backing Lord Black as he attempts to press charges on Heiress Potter. Her behaviour in the air was underhand and dangerous and she purposely tried, as well as succeeded, to knock Harrison out of the air. When he tried to grab his broom she kicked it viciously out of his reach causing him to fall to the ground. I am disgusted that Lord Potter and Headmaster Dumbledore are seeing fit to try and cover this situation up and I will be doing everything in my power to aid Lord Black when he see's fit to act."

Lord Malfoy is a well know and very influential business man and high ministry personnel, who's net wealth is only a fraction under the Black fortune, if he is sticking with Lord Black on such a serious matter then surely there is something behind these rumours? I managed to get in contact in Lord Black to see what he had to say about the situation.

"Heiress Potter should be arrested and tried for attempted murder of my son. Harrison has never failed to land the stunt he entered and as said before, it is widely known as his signature move. Many witnessed Heiress Potter but they chose to overlook her actions due to her fame and her success as an infant; it is wrong. Student rivalry is common and to be expected in a boarding school such as Hogwarts but Heiress Potter allowed her rivalry and perhaps jealousy get in the way of rational thought and it cannot be forgiven." When asked why the Girl-Who-Lived would be jealous of his son Lord Black looked shocked.

"Because he's her brother," was the reply I received, I have to admit I was more than a little shocked by that answer, many thoughts jumped to my mind but Lord Black graciously cleared up most of my confusion.

"Harrison Regulus Black used to be Harry James Potter, because of Heiress Potter's rise to fame, the Potters decided that Harry would be best suited away from their family and he was given to muggles to grow up away from the wizarding world." I was horrified by this, to give up your own child is a disgusting act but Lord Black wasn't finished.

"They weren't the best kind of muggles either, Harrison doesn't like to speak of his time with them but from what I can get from him it was awful and traumatic." I couldn't believe what he was telling me and he continued after taking a moment to compose himself.

"I didn't know at the time that they were considering giving him up, I was his Godfather and would have willingly taken him in but they refused. I felt the bond pulling and I rushed over, I knew something was wrong." To refuse a Godfather and Godson bond is unheard off and I cannot imagine emotional trauma that caused. I asked him if this was the reason behind the famous Potter/Black split years ago and he confirmed.

"Yes. Once Lord Potter had made it abundantly clear that he was permanently removing my Godson from me I could not bear myself to be around him. To deny a magical child his heritage like that, to force him to muggles with no knowledge of who or what he is? That he would willingly do that made it clear to me that I could not associate with him, he was not the person I thought he was." Lord Black explained. His emotions seemed to flash across his face for just a moment before he composed himself to continue our brief interview. I asked, as we all want to know, how Harry Potter became Heir Black, and I have to admit, readers, the smile that came to Lord Black's face was full of pure joy.

"When he came to Hogwarts, he recognised me and we worked on rebuilding the relationship we once had. The Potters also wished to rebuild their relationship with their son but Harrison was not in agreement, you see he had a near perfect memory so he remembers them giving him up and why. I believe Rosina became jealous of Harry because her parents were concentrating on Harry to integrate him back in to their family and not focussing on her. I ended up adopting Harrison as he no longer wanted to be associated with the Potter name and I saw him as my son anyway, we are very happy with the outcome."

The Potters perfect image seems to be crumbling now the truth has come out: giving up a child and denying an ancient bond all hidden from public knowledge. What other grizzly secrets have the got hidden away? If what Lord Black believes turns out to be true then the Girl-Who-Lives can be renamed to the Girl-Who-Was-Spoiled, it paints a very different image of our saviour than what she has portrayed; not only did she horribly attack he brother but she attempted to kill him all through selfishness. When asked what he is doing about his son's now questionable accident Lord Black replied:

"I intend to take it as far as possible."

That is a promise you can bet he will keep, the Black family is one of the oldest, purest lines in our world so he had the resources to do it and with the backing of Lord Malfoy, the Potters can expect a lot of trouble heading their way.

Rita Skeeter, Special correspondent to the Daily Prophet.

Harry wanted to throw back his head and cackle. It was perfect. Oh it was so perfect. He looked at James who was gaping in disbelief and Rosina who looked close to tears and grinned.

"This is perfect." Draco voiced Harry's inner thoughts.

"Sowing the seed's of doubt." Harry agreed, he chanced a glance up to his father who had the smuggest grin on his face it was actually hard to comprehend; even Snape looked happy. The Snakes up and down the table were pouring over the article and looking at Harry who was smirking more than his life's worth, giving him impressed looks. This was only the beginning. She tried to kill him; that wasn't going away.

"Come on, Draco, let's confront the inevitable." Harry commented and the blond nodded. They rose with the paper in hand and just as suspected, Rosina pounced on them.

"You sold your story to the paper!" She exclaimed angrily and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Sold my story?" He repeated confused, "I didn't sell anything."

"Then how did Skeeter end up with it?"

"I don't know if you noticed, Potter but your beloved Father also commented in the article." Draco drawled looking at her with disdain.

"You've made me look bad for your accident." She spat and Harry actually laughed.

"You and I both know it was no accident. This is nothing to what I could have done so think yourself lucky."

"What could you possible do to me? I'm the Girl-Who-Lived." She announced smugly, and had her nose in the air.

"Actually, you're the Girl-Who-Was-Spoiled." Harry motioned to the paper, she went red and stormed off. They shared a grin and went to walk to the common room when Sirius came out with Remus laughing. Harry caught a movement behind his father, James cursed him from behind, Sirius or Remus wouldn't have blocked it in time so Harry flicked up a shield. Sirius stiffened up and span to face James with a murderous expression on his face.

"Has to rely on an 11 year old to watch his back," James sneered.

"Has to wait 'til my back is turned before he can raise a wand to me," Sirius returned in the same tone.

"You're pathetic if you think this will work, Black. Your stupid kid just can't fly properly and now you think you can drag our name through the mud? The public won't fall for this!"

Sirius looked livid at the slur about Harry and Draco was holding said boy back for killing James himself.

"You really shouldn't speak like that, Potter, you're getting too big for those boots your in." Sirius growled.

"You won't get away with this, Black. That little runt has caused more problems than not, he should have had his magic bound and hidden from this world."

The surrounding crowed gasped in horror, and Harry went slack in Draco's grip, looking at Potter with stunned wide eyes. To suggest that to happen to anyone was unthinkable, to bind away their very essence. Harry felt a shudder ripple up his spine at the mere thought, to not be able to feel what Lady Magic had gifted him, to not have his powers… Harry belatedly realised the Entrance Hall had gone utterly silent and he looked around to see his father had bypassed anything remotely close to anger and has settled on calm rage. The Black animagus had gone deathly still and his face was void off all emotion.

"I challenge you to a duel of honour." His voice was low and controlled, but everyone heard it. It caused more gasps from the surrounding crowd and now Dumbledore stepped in.

"Sirius, do you really believe this needs to end in fighting?" Dumbledore chided in his usually grandfatherly tone, but Sirius didn't even grace the man by looking at him.

"This has nothing to do with you, Headmaster and I would appreciate you staying out of this. You are of a neutral party here and you would do well to remember that."

Dumbledore didn't know what to say so for once he stayed quiet. Sirius was looking at Potter and the only indication he was giving of his anger was the fact he was actually shaking in rage. James started laughing.

"You want to challenge me to a duel?"

"A public duel, take it or leave it, Potter."

"Fine, I accept. Rules, no dark magic." He stated, thinking he had Sirius, but the grim grinned.

"Done, no seconds, just me and you, two days from now, Friday, after dinner,"

They parted ways with a final glare. Harry and Draco shared a look before bolting towards the common room, they had a letter to write. Falling in to the common room and running for their dorms, Harry summoned some parchment and a quill to his desk.

Dear Ms Skeeter,

After your wonderfully written piece for the Daily Prophet, I could think of no other reporter to come to for a truly brilliant story.

This morning, after the arrival of your article, an irate James Potter decided to curse my father, Sirius Black, when his back was turned and proceeded to insult him and myself in the most grievous of manner resulting in my father challenging him to a public honour duel. The date of the duel is Friday, around 5:30, and I was sure you would want to be the first to know, myself and of course my father will be available for interview both before and after the duel and I hope to see you there.

Sincerely,

Harrison Black, Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Harry stamped his Heir ring underneath and sealed it with the Black crest, he flashed a grin to Draco and ran from the room. When he got to the owlery, Hedwig swooped down and landed on his shoulder, the owl nipped him particularly sharply and Harry winced.

"Hey, I've been unconscious and then plotting revenge for the past two weeks." He told her and she ruffled her feathers.

"I'm sorry, next time Draco will come and see you." He assured her and she bobbed her head.

"Want to take this to Rita Skeeter for me girl?" She took the scroll and soared away. The boys shared a grin.

"Do you think you should tell your father what you've just done?" Draco questioned and Harry blinked.

"Yeah, that's to be advised really." He agreed candidly and they laughed. The pair turned and made their way to the marauder pad, they had History first as it was so they should be ok. When they entered Sirius was pacing in a blind rage, he was snarling and look as if he was going to spontaneously combust.

"I'll kill him, I'll murder him with a light spell. How dare he, how dare he say such a foul and disgusting thing?" Remus would be trying to calm him if he wasn't equally as mad. Draco looked at Harry, whose jaw was clenched.

"Father, you need to calm down,"

Sirius span to face them.

"Calm down, did you hear what he said about you?" He burst out and Harry nodded.

"I did and they will pay for all this, by the time we're finished with them, Rosina Potter will no longer be flying and will have her perfect reputation smeared with blemishes."

"You have done something?"

"Dear Rita has been notified already and of course being the gracious Head of House you are, you will be available for interview with your son before and after you soundly hand Potter his ass on a platter."

Sirius smirked.

"You, my son, are an evil genius."

Harry mock bowed.

"I do try; I believe that particular talent is the first one on my actual résumé."

"Cub, aren't you supposed to be class now?" Remus asked suddenly and Harry snorted.

"Yes, yours,"

Remus blinked before yelping and dashing down the hall only to come running back and out of the portrait hole, Harry and Draco followed at a more sedate pace howling with laughter as they went. It was a brilliant day for Harry and Draco. James and Rosina were getting jeered at for most of it, majority off the students seemed to realise that the Potters weren't untouchable and quite a lot of people didn't like Rosina Potter; Harry loved it. The Potter Heiress was storming around furiously and the glares sent his way were brilliant, he and Draco had a wonderful time laughing at her. They even made a point, during one of her glaring sessions, to actually stop everything they were doing ot point and laugh at her.

James was a different story. He was content on making sly comments whenever he passed Harry, they ranged from what a nuisance he was to how his father was going to be embarrassed in the honour duel, Harry stored it all away for later. Harry hadn't forgotten about the Headmaster. The man was the root to all of his problems and was way too manipulating and interfering for Harry's liking.

"What are you going to do about Dumbledore?" Draco asked him as they sat down for dinner. The Snakes were in a particularly happy mood and it was scaring the rest of the school, they had never seen the Snakes with so much emotion; there were actually smiles to be seen, even if they weren't quite nice ones.

"As much as I want to destroy Dumbledore, I believe there is someone with a bigger vendetta against the man than I could ever have." Harry stated quietly, Draco frowned.

"Who?"

"Think, Draco," Harry told him, the blond looked confused until his eyes widened.

"Yes, you're probably right on that one."

"Of course I am,"

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Have you heard anything?"

"No but something's going to happen soon, I can feel it." Harry said and Draco shuddered.

"I still cannot believe you spoke to him."

"Why not? He's a perfectly reasonable man once you get past the homicidal tendencies." Harry raised a shoulder and it was times like that when Draco questioned his best friend's sanity.

"Sure," he dragged out the word and Harry grinned.


When Harry woke up the next day he felt off. His scar was burning like never before and he felt his magic fluxing. As he got dressed, he pushed it to the back of his mind and tried to get control of his magic before it caused some damage. Harry guessed it would go away as he never usually got sick. Harry waited for Draco who came down and looked at him strangely before leaving the common room, Harry didn't eat much for breakfast and barely glanced at the paper where the duel was mentioned. By the end of Transfiguration he was feeling decidedly worse, he dragged himself to Charms where his usual flawless performance was severely lacking and Draco dragged him to a hidden archway afterwards.

"What's wrong?" He demanded and Harry shrugged him off.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Bullshit,"

Harry blinked, it was the first time he remembered hearing Draco swear.

"I'm fine, Dray, it's nothing,"

"Don't even think about lying to me, you looked ill this morning, you looked worse in Transfiguration and now you just royally screwed up in Charms. I have never seen you pull of such bad work."

Harry winced.

"I wasn't that bad," He tried.

"You were out shone by Potter and Weasley."

"Oh Magic, you have to be joking?" Harry replied alarmed and Draco shook his head, Harry groaned.

"Ok so I'm not feeling great today,"

"Not great, Harrison, you look like crap." Draco deadpanned.

"Fine, I feel like utter shit. I woke up like it and I don't know what's going on, I'm never sick, comes with the phoenix, and now my magic's feeling worse than it did earlier." Harry finally told him.

"Have you taken anything?"

"No, I wouldn't even know what to take, I've never been ill."

"Never?"

Harry shook his head, Draco sighed.

"Well, there's nothing to be done about your magic as it has to settle on its own. If you have a headache we can go to uncle Sev and get a headache reliever and he might have something for nausea too."

Harry nodded and they made their way down towards the dungeons, with every step, Harry felt worse and Draco was getting more and more alarmed. By the time they were safely in the cover of their territory, Harry was pale white and stumbling, Draco supported him to the Potions Master's office and hammered on the door. Snape threw open the door prepared to yell at the brat who hammered on the door when he saw them, he quickly grabbed hold of the unstable boy and carried him in.

"What in Merlin's name happened?"

"I don't know, he said he woke up feeling like crap and its only gotten worse." Draco explained quickly. Harry suddenly groaned and clutched his head right over his scar, his magic flared around him and he collapsed.

"That can't be good," Draco muttered.

"Go and fetch Sirius, use the floo,"

The blond nodded and darted away, seconds later Sirius fell out of the floo and in to the office.

"What's wrong?"

"We don't know, his magic is reacting to whatever it is and he just collapsed."

"You don't think this is because of what happened, I mean he did get up pretty quickly." Sirius suggested and Snape shook his head,

"I wouldn't know, Narcissa is the healer, I make the potions."

"I'll go," Draco said and floo'd straight home, he ran in to the living room where his mother and father were sat.

"It's Harrison again, he's collapsed." He told them hurriedly. Narcissa was up with her kit before he finished and Lucius had their cloaks. They floo'd back to Snape's office and Narcissa began running scans. She frowned and began running different tests before shaking her head.

"There is nothing wrong with him, there is no medical reason for him to be unconscious."

"So why's he like this?"

"I don't know," She sighed, "With Harrison I am starting to believe it could be anything." They sat, waiting for him to wake up when he arched up and let out a piercing scream, blood poured from his scar and at the same time, Lucius and Severus collapsed in pain clutching their left forearms. Harry was in a world of pain. He was in his head but he wasn't, he could see things out of someone else's eyes and he only needed one guess as to who. Harry watched as magic visibly swirled around becoming faster and stronger until it slammed in to the core and he screamed. Harry was writhing on the floor when his eyes snapped open only they weren't his eyes, they were glaring crimson and his magic blasted out, only quick shields being raised stopped them from the onslaught.

"What the hell is going on," Sirius demanded, dropping his shield and looking at the fallen men and his son. Narcissa had gone pale and was trying to soak up the blood, her mind whipping through multiple possibilities but coming up empty.

"I don't know, I really don't, and none of this makes sense."

Draco had backed up in shock, he had a feeling he knew what this was about but he kept his mouth closed. Harry sucked in a sharp breath and when his eyes opened again they were his own shocking green, he sat up.

"Holy shit," he gasped and no one bothered about the language.

"What was that?" Sirius exclaimed and Harry looked around, he saw Severus and Lucius and smirked.

"If I told you I doubt you would believe me." Harry said.

"Try it,"

Severus was the first to wake up and he did so with a groan, Lucius quickly followed and they pulled themselves up ungracefully and fell in to chairs.

"It's not possible," The elder blonde muttered.

"It is," Severus said and Harry snorted. The Potions Master looked around sharply.

"Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with this?"

Lucius' head snapped around and Harry had the perfect angelic look on his face.

"Little old me?"

"But he couldn't have, I mean that truly is impossible." Harry smirked.

"Impossible is something I do,"

"But how?"

"Ah, now that is an interesting question, maybe you should ask him."

"Can someone tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" Sirius burst out; the three of them exchanged looks.

"The Dark Lord has returned."


Tom Marvolo Riddle was very happy as he looked at his new body in awe. After 10 years as something less than a spirit, he had finally returned to a corporal form and it was down to an eleven year old child. He looked in to the mirror and smirked, the elixir had returned him to his prime and his old looks, meddling with so much dark magic had twisted his appearance in to something even he was horrified look at. Now though, now he was back to himself, around his mid-thirties if he were to hasten a guess. He flexed his fingers and rolled his shoulders, it was good to be back. There was much to do and in little time but for now he wanted to think; Harry Potter, or Harrison Black as he was now, was an enigma. The boy had raised so many questions in his mind that it was alarming, Harrison had been the child he had targeted when he had heard the prophecy, the boys magic was there in quantities and yet he had handed him the Philosophers Stone.

There was much more to the boy than on the surface and his hate for the Potters was obvious, but what got to the Dark Lord was the boy himself, the way his mind worked, even at such a young age, was something to be admired. He had worked out who he was when Dumbledore remained oblivious, he had worked out what he was after and he had approached him all from a name he hadn't been associated with in years; it was mind blowing. The boy was also, somehow, the Slytherin Heir, which in itself raised questions. The Potters were in no way related to his line so how the boy could wear the ring was anyone's guess. When Harrison had asked to speak with him that day in the classroom, Tom could honestly say he was shocked, the boy was bold but he had obviously thought the whole thing through. And the boys magic; it was everywhere.

The magic wasn't just running wild, no, he had tight control over it all and used it to his needs, it was like an extended limb and in all of his life he had never seen anyone so young control their magic like Harrison. The Dark Lord walked through his father's manor at a sedate pace, he hated his father and had believed him to be a common muggle, again he was surprised by an eleven year old boy when he had laid his father's true linage down. The manor had been restored but it wouldn't do, he was moving to Slytherin castle at the quickest convenience and he had plans to lay out. The first thing on that list was catching up with the latest happenings in the world starting with the latest paper. He sat down to read and his eyebrows rose further and further up his head and he felt his notorious temper stir, Potter's spawn had tried to kill Harrison and Dumbledore was blocking everything, the old fool was always sticking his nose in where it wasn't wanted. He was looking forward to destroying the old fool once and for all.

Besides that, Harrison was an Heir, the only Heir to the Slytherin line, however unexplained, he wore the ring and that was enough. He doubted Black would let this go and Lucius was backing him meaning something was going to happen soon. The next paper made him smirk, a duel between the Black Lord and the Potter Lord was something he wanted to see for himself, it was a public duel and he had every intention of going, he would be unrecognisable if he glamoured the eyes. His eyes had stayed resolutely red, a bright crimson, but they gave him a certain edge and he actually liked them. It would also give him an opportunity to see the wizarding world and the old school, and be the perfect opportunity to begin everything.

Tom Marvolo Riddle was very happy and he had plans to change everything.

Yes, he's back and things are going to change, Harry's up and he has no plans on letting his accident go unpunished. I decided to add the bit with the Dark Lord as an extra so I hope you like that bit. Not many revisions in this chapter, I quite liked it as it was. Please let me know what you think!

Jess*