What if Harry had been rescued from the Dursleys at age six and raised as the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient, etc.? This is the weird and wonderful story of Aries Sirius Black. AU. Part I complete. Part II complete. (Warning: Part II ends on a cliffhanger. If you dislike that fact, Part II, Chapter 35, might be a better place to stop reading.) Part III is on indefinite hiatus.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.