A/N: oops…in the pervious chapter it was supposed to be genealogy not geology and it was supposed to be a new not anew…sorry…LOL…don't worry my sounding board already gave me hell for not waiting for her to proofread it =)

"WHAT?" Yelled Sirius as his whole body began to shake.

Harry put a little more distance between himself and Sirius. Harry had never seen someone so full of rage, he thought to himself that how Sirius looked right at that moment made Vernon Dursley look saint-like. Suddenly Sirius was gone. Harry looked around the living room somewhat frantically. He took one step towards the kitchen but froze when he heard a low, deep growl. Harry looked around to see where the growling came from and what was growling. His eyes fell on a big black dog standing right where Sirius had been. The dog's fur on its back was standing straight up with sharp fangs exposed. The dog was rigid as the growling persisted.

"Padfoot?" Harry said questioningly.

Harry could only assume that Sirius had transformed into his animagus form. He quickly looked around and saw Kreacher slightly trembling in a corner.

"Padfoot, please calm down. I can see that you're obviously beyond pissed but please stop growling at Kreacher and me. Padfoot do you hear me? How would Prongs and Moony feel or do about how you are growling right now? Padfoot, please."

The growling eased off a little as Padfoot relaxed a fraction. Harry watched Padfoot huff and puff as he paced back and forth in the living room. The low, deep growling started getting louder.

A few hours later Padfoot was still pacing but not growling as much. It was more of a grunting and barking as though warning an intruder of an attack.

Harry left the living room and went into the kitchen. He did know what to do about the situation with Sirius. Harry figured he would eat what Kreacher had made in the meantime, also so that Kreacher's feelings were not hurt.

It was just after midnight and Sirius still had not transformed back to his human form. Harry decided to leave him alone for a while and went to bed.

When Harry woke up the following morning at eight he wondered if Sirius was back or if it was still Padfoot in the living room. He got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. Harry ate his fill but made no movement to look in the living room.

"Kreacher, is the black dog still in the living room?"

"Yes Master Harry."

Harry sighed, got up and walked into the living room to find Padfoot still pacing the room.

"Padfoot." Harry said softly.

Padfoot stopped pacing and looked up at Harry. Harry thought he saw a pleading look of help in the gray, fathomless eyes looking up at him.

"Do you think you can transform back to a human? It would really make this easier."

Padfoot shook his head slowly as he pawed at the floor.

"Do you want something so eat?"

Padfoot's tail started wagging enthusiastically. Harry went back into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl and filled it with food before returning to the living room. Harry sat the bowl down in front of Padfoot. As Padfoot started to eat eagerly, Harry went back into the kitchen to bring out a bowl of water.

"What am I going to do? I should have waited to tell Sirius about Draco. Will I ever know what he wanted to discuss with me? Will the Weasley's ever know what Sirius wanted to discuss with them? Okay, he's calmer now but still can't transform into his human self. Do I get a hold of Remus, or Dumbledore, or McGonagall? Remus might be able to help, but I don't see how really. Now that I think about it, what could Dumbledore actually do to help? McGonagall looks to be the best bet, she is the Transfiguration Professor." Harry thought out loud.

Padfoot softly barked when Harry was murmuring about McGonagall being the Transfiguration Professor.

"You want me to get a hold of McGonagall?"

Padfoot softly barked as his tail wagged even more enthusiastically then at the mention of food.

"Okay Padfoot, I'll try to find her and get her here."

Harry walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of floo powder as he kneeled on the floor while tossing the floo powder down in to the fireplace. When green flames erupted Harry clearly said 'Professor McGonagall's office at Hogwarts' as he stuck his head into the flames.

Harry was grateful when the spinning slowed down and then stopped. He glanced around the office to find no one there. He pulled his head out of the fireplace and smacked himself on the head. Harry stood up, turned around and ran through the house, up the stairs and into the room with the portrait of Phineas.

"Phineas…Phineas please I need your help. It concerns your Great-great grandson."

Harry was momentarily relived to see Phineas arrive in his portrait.

"Who are you? How do you know my Great-great grand son? What is wrong with him?'

"Harry Potter sir. Sirius is my Godfather. Sirius is stuck in his animagus form and he needs help to transform back into his human form."

"And how am I supposed to be of help?"

"I was just wondering if you could tell the Headmaster what I just told you and if he could send Professor McGonagall here as quick as possible."

"What do you think I am? Because I most certainly am not an owl or house elf."

"So you'd rather…oh never mind."

Phineas left the portrait at Grimmuald Place. Harry was feeling let down and wallowing in it. As Harry replayed in his head what Phineas had said and caught the 'house elf' part he perked up some.

"DOBBY!"

'CRACK'

"Harry Potter called Dobby. What can Dobby do for Harry Potter?'

"I need you to find Minerva McGonagall. She's a Professor at Hogwarts. I am not sure if she is staying at Hogwarts or not but I need her here at number Twelve Grimmuald Place immediately. When you find her, tell her that Sirius Black is stuck in his animagus form."

Dobby nodded his head and with a 'crack' he was gone.

Harry went back down stairs and at on the couch in the living room. He watched Padfoot for a while. Harry then remembered Sirius making a comment about the fleas being murder. A devious smile crept across his face.

"Padfoot come here." Harry said with laughter in his voice.

Padfoot trotted over to Harry and sat down in front of him.

"I have an idea of what to do while we wait. But first…" Harry gave a wave of his wand and a muzzle and a collar fell into his lap.

Harry quickly put the muzzle and collar on Padfoot. As Harry got up he led Padfoot by the collar up to a bathroom. Harry conjured a bottle of flea shampoo and managed to get Padfoot into the tub. He turned on the water and poured some of the flea shampoo into his hand and lathered the flea shampoo into Padfoot's fur.

Though Padfoot made no attempt to leave he did quietly growl. As Harry started to rinse the soap out Padfoot stopped growling and let out a raspy, wheezy, bark-like laugh. Once all the soap was rinsed out Padfoot shook himself as dry as possible, soaking Harry. The same bark-like laughter erupted but louder this time.

"Aw…Padfoot!" Harry said as he tried to shield his face from the spray of water.

When Padfoot stopped shaking the water off Harry joined in the laughing.

"You know I always wanted a pet but Vernon would not allow it. He barely tolerated Hedwig if it could be tolerated. Well, should get down stairs. I need to shower thanks to you."

As Padfoot trotted out of the bathroom Harry could hear the bark-like laughter. Harry then quickly jumped up and ran out of the bathroom after Padfoot.

"Padfoot wait. Come back. I need to take the muzzle and collar off of you. I don't think it would go over well with McGonagall. Besides you wouldn't look good with this stuff on in your human form, especially the muzzle."

Padfoot stopped in his tracks, let out a bark-like laugh and let Harry remove the muzzle and collar.

Once showered and fresh clothes on Harry joined Padfoot in the living room. Kreacher brought them lunch and something to drink.

It was pretty late in the day when McGonagall stepped out of the fireplace.

"Evening Potter."

"Evening Professor."

"So, how did this happen?"

"Well, Sirius found out something disturbing about some blood relatives being grossly abused. He became so enraged and transformed. He's been like this shortly after we got here yesterday."

"I see. Not to worry Potter, I will sort this all out."

Harry busied himself with other things while McGonagall worked with Padfoot. Harry was pacing his room when two owls flew in, one crashing into the back of his head. He relieved Errol of his burden and placed him in the bottom of Hedwig's cage. Harry then relieved the other owl of its burden and it took off.

The letters were from Hermione, Ron and Ginny. All three were curious about weather or not Sirius had told him what he wanted to discuss with him. Ron also wanted to know if Harry knew what Sirius wanted to discuss with his parents. Hermione and Ginny expressed their concerns about Draco and hoping that Draco was having good holiday.

Harry wrote back telling them that Sirius had not yet told him anything. He went on to tell them that Sirius was currently stuck in his animagus form but that McGonagall was there sorting it all out. When Harry finished his letters he fastened Hermione's to Hedwig and Ron and Ginny's to Errol.

Harry was headed out to go down to the living room when he heard the voice of Phineas. Harry walked into the room that the portrait of Phineas hung.

"Phineas is there something you need?"

"Severus Snape is requesting permission to arrive. He would like to speak with Sirius about a family matter."

"Permission granted."

"You are not…"

"Look Phineas, as far as I know Sirius is still in his animagus form so therefore he is unable to give permission at the present time. I know he would not have a problem with Professor Snape coming over. Remember Sirius is my Godfather? As his Godson I give Professor Snape permission to come over. Oh forget it. I'll tell Professor Snape myself." Harry grumbled incoherently as he ran out of the room and down the stairs into the living room.

"Professor you did it."

"I told you that I would sort it all out. Did you doubt that I could?" McGonagall said in a teasing voice.

"No I wasn't doubting…I wasn't thinking anything like that. I'm thankful and relieved. Sirius invited my aunt and cousin for Christmas, they are supposed to arrive a few days's before and then the Weasley family and Hermione have been invited over for after Christmas. It would be difficult to…"

"I understand. I shall go now. Both of you enjoy your holiday and have a great Christmas."

McGonagall turned to leave and for no apparent reason stumbled back a few steps. Then Harry saw Professor Snape step out of the fireplace.

"Severus."

"Minerva"

"There was a situation that required my assistance. I know you did not ask but I could see the question on your face. So, what brings you here?"

"Just thought I would fancy visiting my two most favorite people." Severus replied sarcastically.

McGonagall looked from Severus to Harry with a concerned expression on her face.

"Professor McGonagall it's all right, you can leave." Harry said chuckling.

McGonagall reluctantly stepped into the fireplace and disappeared in the green flames.

"So Severus, what really brings you here?"

"I wanted to talk with you about the Malfoy's. Though, I get the feeling that Potter has already told you what happened."

"Yes." Said Sirius with fierce anger in his voice.

"That's why Professor McGonagall was here, sir. When I told Sirius…well in his rage he transformed into his animagus form and couldn't switch back."

"And, how is young Malfoy?"

"The last I knew of, just fine. A bit nervous going home for the holiday."

"I have been to Malfoy Manor to talk to Lucius. It was a while ago. If he does anything magical to Draco Malfoy, he'll feel it ten fold. Thought this won't hold forever, I feel that it will do enough to give you some time. Sirius you are the last male Black and I believe the Head of the House of Black. I don't see why you wouldn't be able to intervene."

"Is that actually possible?" Asked Harry.

"Yes." Said Severus and Sirius

"I just don't know how or what exactly I can do. I know exactly what I want to do to Lucius, but most of which is illegal. I am sure it will obviously point at me; I'd be guilty of course. I do not fancy a stay in Azkaban over that foul sorry excuse for a human being." Added Sirius.

"So we work on finding out what can be done and how to do it. In the meantime we find a way to let Narcissa know that we are planning to help in any way that we can. Though we still need to set aside some time that is devoted to the holiday. We do have guests that will be arriving before too much longer. If we can't get word to Narcissa I will tell Draco as soon as I see him. I know there is a lot do and I know that we can do it Sirius." Harry said

"I agree with Pot…Harry. While the two of you figure out what can be done and how, I will find a way to speak with Narcissa. If I succeed I will let you know. Either way, Harry you should still tell Draco so that he knows help is in the works beyond what you and your friends have been doing."

Harry was stunned into silence. Snape had called him by his first name, twice as well as agreed with him. Harry could only nod to show that he had heard Snape.

Severus looked back at Harry and Sirius one last time before leaving.

"Sirius I think you still need time to calm down so you can handle this and control you transforming."

"I agree Harry. How do we take my mind off of this?"

"Well, what did you want to discuss with me? You sent me a letter and said that you had made some discoveries with Kreacher's help and it reminded you of my mum and dad and their basement at Godric's Hollow. This led you there and you found a sealed envelope. Not only things to discuss with me but a lot to tell me and that it could change my life once again. Although I don't know how my life could change any more than it has."

"The letter I found was from your parents to me. I'll be right back with the letter that is if you want to read it yourself. If you would rather I could give you the condensed version of it."

"Actually I'd like to read it."

"Okay."

Sirius returned to the living room moments later with letter.

"Here is the letter."

"Um…Sirius…whose hand writing? Most wouldn't care or even understand. I just want to know…"

"Your father wrote it. Around here somewhere I have a letter in your mother's handwriting."

Harry carefully pulled the letter out of the envelope and read,

Padfoot,

If you are reading this than Lily and I did not make it. I hope you are well and doing all right with Harry. You better be behaving yourself and you better be keeping my son out of trouble or at least help him not to get caught. If only we knew what happened to the Marauder's Map.

Any way, as you have noticed all the boxes are gone. Shortly before we made Wormtail Secret Keeper, Lily and I made arrangements with my father. Since he knew what was going on already he was more than willing to help us out. Lily and I want Harry to have what is in the boxes. All the boxes are at my dad's house in the big study. The boxes are labeled either 'Potter' or 'Evens'; the ones from my side have a lot of documents on property, jewels and such. Lily has not clue what is in the boxes on her side of the family. The boxes just started showing up. We wanted to go through it all with Harry as a family. Explain as much as you can to Harry. Let him know how much Lily and I love him and that we wish we were there with him. Take him with you to the Manor. My father made some security changes at the Manor. He wouldn't tell me what he changed although he did say that you and Harry would be able to gain access to the Manor. My father did this just in case things went horribly wrong.

I am sure that one day Harry will find out about all the stupid shit I did at school. Let Harry know how much regret I have. Honestly Padfoot, Severus wasn't a bad kid. I have no excuses, all I can say is that I was a stupid kid and did extremely stupid things when I or someone else was bored.

I better hurry up and finish this. If Lily finds out how long I have take to write this…I don't know want to find out what she'll do to me. Lily and I both want our beloved son to know about what is rightfully his and waiting for him to claim.

Love, James and Lily Potter

Sirius pretended to be admiring the wall tapestry. Knowing how much Sirius hated just about everything about Grimmuald Place Harry appreciated the fact that Sirius was doing such a good job at pretending to admire the wall.

Harry quickly brushed the tears away. He took several deep breaths in an attempt to steady his emotions.

"Sirius what does my dad mean by 'Manor'?"

"He is talking about Potter Manor. Your parents were supposed to have it. Your dad decided to leave the Manor for you. Your mum wasn't bothered by how well off your father's family was. Your dad didn't want any one thinking that he was showing off…showing off his wealth any way. Don't get me wrong, your parents never complained about how they lived. They were as happy as anyone could hope to be, they had each other and for a time you. As long as the three of you were together and had a place to call home your parents felt as though they had everything, no amount of gold could have tempted them to want anything more."

"So, I have a huge house. Why am I just now finding out about it? Isn't there some kind of inheritance division or office? Doesn't the Ministry have records of this kind of stuff and can it be viewed by the public?"

"Gringotts and the Ministry both have inheritance departments. Gringotts Goblin's are not ones for finding wizards or witches that have inheritances. They feel it's not their responsibility. They figure we know if we have an inheritance and that we'll go to them to claim it. Plus the longer it sits untouched the more gold Gringotts receives. To those Goblins it is all about the gold. As for the Ministry, let me just say look at what happened with the enchantment that detects young witches and wizards. I am also sure that the Ministry feels that anyone not of age shouldn't have a house. For example, the Ministry knows you have me as Godfather and a place to live. You were, according to the Ministry, in the care of your Aunt and Uncle. Your Uncle is not around anymore but you still have your Aunt and she has a house."

"If I were to claim it, Gringotts and the Ministry would have to let me have it, wouldn't they?"

"Well, yes. They can't stop you from claiming and or taking what is rightfully yours. At least not legally."

"I want to go to Potter Manor."

"Just say when."

"Now."

"You want to go now…right now? You do realize how late it is?"

"I know how late it is. And yes I want to right now."

"Okay, I'll take you but first we both need to be dressed properly. Harry I understand that it is nice and warm in here, but outside is another story. I haven't been to Potter Manor since I was sixteen. I am not sure what to expect. So the better prepared we are, the better off we are."

Harry didn't argue. He got up and went to his room to dress in warmer clothes instead. One his way back down he grabbed his thick wool traveling cloak.

"Looks like you are ready to go. Now I know you can apparate on your own, but…"

"Since I have no clue as to where we are going, I'll have to go side-a-long."

"Exactly."

Harry and Sirius stepped out into the freezing, windy weather. Sirius pulled the door shut and looked around before looking at Harry.

"Okay, hold tight to my arm."

"Uh…Sirius why did you look around first?"

"I really don't know. Ready to go?"

"Yes."

Harry was concentrating on keeping his hold on Sirius and his thoughts were on what could the Manor possibly look like so he did not experience what he normally does when apparating weather it be by himself or side-a-long. Suddenly Harry felt his feet connect with the hard, gravel ground. He looked around and all he could see were the shadowy outlines of trees in the distance and some hedges that were just taller than him. Harry realized that they were standing in a narrow lane that was lined with hedges on both sides.

"Sirius." Harry called, it was really dark and he didn't know where Sirius was.

"Harry, is there something wrong?"

"No. I just can't see all that well in the dead of night. Can't we light our wands?"

"I'll have to say no. It has been a long time since anyone was near Potter Manor and I would rather not attract the attention of anyone that could be near by. There is another Manor, smaller, I don't remember who lives in it or if they are still there so I really want to play it safe. I'd transform into Padfoot but I am afraid that I'll get stuck again."

Harry and Sirius walked along the narrow lane in silence. After what seemed like an hour they came up to an opening just off the lane, what appeared to be a wide driveway. Each side of the driveway was lined with huge hedges as tall as Sirius if not taller. Harry wondered if this is where they were going.

"Sorry Harry, but we are going farther up the lane." Sirius said when he realized that Harry had stopped at the wide driveway.

"How much farther?"

"It's not really that much farther from here. It's just the incline of the mountain we have to climb. Since I have no idea what your Grandfather did when he changed the security measures I thought that it would be best if we approached from on the narrow lane."

Harry resumed walking. With in seconds they reached the incline. Sirius and Harry were breathing heavy, their hearts were pounding and sweat beads were forming on their faces and rolling down their faces despite the frigid temperatures. Harry was convinced that they were not going to make it. He felt he was about to collapse when he noticed that Sirius stopped. Harry looked up in front of himself and through the darkness he could see tall hedges, taller than Sirius by about three feet and as several feet long on either side of the wrought-iron gates. Between the gates and hedges Harry could see what appeared to be stone pillars. It was too dark to really make out what was on top of the pillars or any designs on them or the gates.

"So how do we get through the gates?"

"Don't know, but as the letter from your father said we would be able to gain access." Sirius said as he reached out and touched the gates.

A bone chilling, hallow voice echoed from what sounded like the bowels of hell said, "Who dares trespass on this hollowed ground?"

Harry and Sirius stepped back a little and glanced at each other.

Sirius cleared his throat and nervously spoke.

"Sirius Black, Godfather to and escorting Harry James Potter."

The gates swung open as a pleasant, warm and friendly voice said, "Welcome to the grounds of the most Ancient and Noble House of Potter."