Harry Potter and the Dance of Death

by Wakefan

Harry is destined to stop Voldemort and his followers from corrupting and overrunning the wizarding world. Unfortunately, the Horcrux in his head is working against him. His friends and family are heavily impacted by its influence. Harry is on a long path of power and mastery. Powerful!Harry, Lily finds a way to live on, Casting Shadows Prequel.

28. Chapter 28 Luck Favors the Daring

—Dance of Death 28—

We left off with Narcissa desperate to escape the horrible situation her family now found itself in. With Voldemort wandering about Malfoy Manor, the Malfoys were being routinely terrorised within their own home. Not only was Voldemort furious that Lucius lost his first Horcrux – the diary, but he lusts after the Black family wealth and was angry Lucius has not yet acquired it. The lack of funds was slowing down his own plans. To give the Malfoys an incentive, he had threatened to give Narcissa and Draco to Greyback for punishment if Lucius did not manage to acquire the Black family wealth by the New Year.

In desperation she reached out to Harry, hoping he could help her. If he would avoid the will reading, no one would find out she and Draco were no longer part of the Black Family. Draco could claim a large portion of the Black estate in forfeiture, but Harry would remain the Heir. As the Heir, he could open properties for Narcissa and Draco to hide out.

Harry was going through the seven stages of guilt and was now between Anger and Bargaining. Angry at the loss but feeling like this is a test to make Sirius proud. He had been asked by all his mentors and protectors to avoid the Will reading for his own safety, but he secretly sneaked out with Dudley and planned a late arrival. Why, because he felt certain it would be what Sirius would have wanted him to do. To make the memory of his godfather proud. To somehow balance the scales and find peace.

So here we are. Harry and Dudley riding a re-built motorcycle to London. Planning to surprise everyone with a late arrival. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Special thanks to this story's Beta reader, 'Just William' for your help and excellent feedback.

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"Luck Favors the Daring."

~Athenian Soldier and Historian Thucydides

The Leaky Cauldron Entrance to Diagon Alley

December 26, 1995

11:15 AM

The ride had been less than fun. Dudley wasn't as good a rider as he had claimed, but he got the hang of it after a few frightening moments. The maiden voyage of 'Padfoot's Bite' ended with two tired teens arriving safely in London. Dudley thought 'Padfoot's Bite' was a weird name, but Harry didn't feel up to explaining it. In the end, they arrived, and each grabbed a little food at a nearby fast food restaurant. Most places were closed, but this one was still serving. Harry was careful not to drip any grease or ketchup on his motorcycle jacket. Dudley had no such cares.

They killed time and Harry bought a couple of caps with their favorite football teams on them. It covered up his wild hair and scar, making it hard to recognise him. At five after eleven, they began their walk towards the Leaky Cauldron. Dudley had trouble focusing on it, but Harry got him through the wards. The main dining area was only about half full, Harry just pulled down his cap and walked straight through with Dudley in tow. When he was with Dudley, the larger boy got most of the attention. Kind of like when a pony walks beside a rhino… He heard the whispers from the bar. He had seen the stares and the averted eyes. At the entrance to Diagon Alley, he had to ask a patron to open the gate. He should have brought one of his parent's wands. Dudley was amazed as the stones slowly opened and formed a gateway into the alley.

Harry stepped through the entrance way from the Leaky Cauldron and paused to look out at the groups of wizards and witches in the Alley. His thoughts held little kindness after all he had been through in the last year. To him, they were all just ignorant and uncaring people he had to walk through to get to his destination. In the alley, on the ground, was a print from last week's prophet. He stooped to pick it up and saw a familiar title – 'The Boy Who Lies - Looking for More Attention', by Rita Skeeter. Looking at the slanderous paper, his eyes teared up and threatened to overflow. His sudden emotion was not from the headline he was looking at, but from the ones he knew were out now - 'Murder at the Ministry', Sirius Black, killed', 'Who will be the next Lord Black?' Dudley came over and put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't let them get to you, Harry."

Dudley's hand was huge and thick. He had grown even broader in the four months at Smelting's. He was likely hitting the weight room with a vengeance. Whatever they were feeding him was really packing on the muscle. He was far more intimidating physically than either Crabbe or Goyle. It was nice to have someone in his corner today. Not many others will be happy to see him, that's for sure.

Looking around at Diagon Alley, Harry was saddened and disappointed at how it made him feel. It seemed like just yesterday he was seeing it for the first time with Hagrid. Hard to believe it had been nearly five years. Five years ago, Diagon Alley was an amazing place full of amazing people and he just couldn't get enough. He saw that the wizarding world was his escape from the mundane and his ticket to happiness and acceptance. How wrong he was. Now, on one of the saddest days he could remember, all he wanted to do was get it over with. He began his awfully long walk.

'In and Out. Keep it simple. Make it easy' He told himself. Dudley was there primarily for emotional support – still hard to believe that one. The Order did not want Harry to come, but in the end, Harry decided to just show up. Nothing they could do once he was inside Gringotts. In all fairness, Dumbledore and his cronies thought they were doing the right thing, but they always did. And it never seemed to work out in Harry's favour.

As the two of them walked down the alley, Dudley couldn't stop gawking at the crooked buildings. He was equally amazed and horrified. "Hey Harry, why are all the buildings kind of… crooked looking? Don't wizards have any levels or tape measurers? A Plumb bob would really make a difference in these folk's construction techniques." Dudley then chuckled and said, "Seriously man, no way these would pass inspection."

Dudley had spent much of last year working weekends in construction to earn a few extra pounds. Harry had to admit, he sounded like he was good at it. And he was strong enough to carry his weight on a construction site.

He would love to get Dudley's reaction to the Burrow. Could he work that out somehow? Harry just smiled. "I don't know Big-D, I guess they're held up by Magic. Maybe you can get a job straightening the columns for them." Harry couldn't resist needling the big teen a little – force of habit. Dudley snickered a little. But to Harry's amusement, he was considering it.

With a shrug, Dudley just said, "Maybe… I don't know. Seems like no one really cares if their buildings looks like they're about to fall down."

Harry had to hand it to Dudley, he seemed much calmer than in the past. Whoever that youth minister was, he had really helped his cousin. When he wasn't looking at the buildings, he was watching all the people walking around with animals and pointy hats, and other odd ball things that Harry just accepted after 5 years of exposure to the Magical world.

Dudley could be amusing and being with him was a welcome distraction for Harry from what was to come. Glancing down the alley, Harry saw a clock that told him they were about 15 minutes late. Perfect. No one would expect him to arrive this late to the reading. Harry considered the attendees. He liked knowing who would and would not be there. No doubt there would be a few party crashers, but that's to be expected.

The list as Bill had told him:

The Tonks family was invited. Sirius had re-instated them into the family and they were officially a part of House of Black. Harry liked them all. Andromeda had stressed the danger if Harry attended and the need to let her handle things… But Harry knew the best she and Ted could do without his presence was to freeze the will and prevent the reading until he was of age. Even that was dicey with the Malfoy family petitioning for the reading and swearing to have a better claim. Something in that old law being reactivated. Yeah, this reading was happening… Harry had no interest in seeing Sirius' last wishes destroyed by Lucius Malfoy and his Death Eater friends.

Professor McGonagall would be there. She irritated Harry to no end. He saw her as a burnt-out teacher who continuously managed to let him down. Harry recalled how he went from disliking the woman to outright despising her. The change came once he found out she was his father's godmother. That still felt like an enormous betrayal. Maybe she was a prodigy when it came to transfiguration, but she really should step down as head of Gryffindor house. If she couldn't stand up to Snape and Dumbledore, then she wasn't able to do her job looking after 'her lions'. Maybe he would get an opportunity to tell her that. She deserved a bit of pain for what she allowed him to go through last year. Horcrux or not, she made her decisions and he paid for them.

Luna and her dad would be there, that was unexpected but nice. Harry liked the quirky girl. She had also been treated poorly by her classmates and they bonded a bit over that last year. He still had a subscription to the Quibbler. Multiple subscriptions in fact, as the Dursleys thought it was the funniest newspaper they've ever read. The revelation that one of the cartoons featured Harry and Hedwig made it even more amusing.

Dumbledore would be there, but that was expected. He always had his bent-up nose in everyone's business. His decisions never seemed to work out well for Harry. He was always so focused on the big picture; he missed the detail in the picture itself. He was always trying to predict what would happen four moves out, but he never realised how much was happening inside the first couple of moves.

Amelia Bones would be there, but Harry had no idea why. For some reason, Sirius invited the head of the Bones family to his will reading. Harry vaguely recalled her stopping by with Susan in tow for the funeral reception. But there were so many purebloods there, she was just one of the many. Knowing Sirius, there was a plan. What his reason for inviting her was… well, they'd all find out soon enough.

The Weasley's would be there. Most of them had been named for the reading. His feelings for that family varied with the members. It ranged from 'very close' to 'barely tolerable'. Harry knew Bill would be furious when he made his surprise entrance, but Bill would just have to accept it. No way would Harry miss this. Especially after his little 'chat' with Narcissa. And Ragnok.

Remus would be there, poor guy. Hopefully, Sirius would make his life a little smoother. Remus had had a miserable existence and could use a little help. He refused the offers of assistance when Sirius was alive, but how could he refuse Sirius' last wishes?

Hermione would also be there. Sirius owed her for saving his bacon in their third year, so he probably put something in his will for her. Life Debt and all that. She deserved it. Harry felt a bit guilty here. Just like with Bill and Remus, he had deceived her about his attendance. She would be mad. Well, it's high time they all learned that Harry Potter was his own man.

The Malfoy's would absolutely be present. That was what he was most looking forward to. It was time those arrogant bastards got their comeuppance. Well, a taste of it, anyway. Once Voldemort was destroyed, Harry planned to do everything he could to ensure there would be no 'imperious defence' this time around.

Taking a deep breath, he resigned himself to holding his head up and walking through the alley to Gringotts. Harry was dressed in rebellious muggle-wear. A black pair of jeans, black motorcycle boots, a Chelsea Football Club tee-shirt, his new motorcycle jacket, and a simple cap pulled down over his black hair and scar. He was dressed for trouble. He was dressed for a fight. Dudley was just wearing the exact same clothes he wore pretty much every day. Loose jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, and a cap.

They walked up to the entrance of the bank and Harry stopped. "Hold up a moment Big-D, let me tell you a little about what you're gonna see. First, the bank is run by Goblins". A good enough place to start Harry decided. "They have a long-standing oath and agreement to handle and manage the Wizarding Britain's business matters, legal matters, and money. It goes back to before the Norman invasion."

Dudley shakes his head "Goblins, Harry? Like, in Lord of the Rings? Blimey, what do they look like?"

Harry proceeds "OK, well, the first thing you need to know is that they are some bad dudes. They never forget an offence – so don't anger them. If you're not sure what to say, just look like you're thinking of something and say nothing. They'll probably get bored and just ignore you. They're also crafty. Cunning even, so don't underestimate them." Now on to the good stuff "OK – now let me explain what they look like. They have wide mouths full of pointy teeth – kind of like a shark, only smaller. Their fingers have claws. They stand about 4 feet tall… They're short, but vicious." Dudley looked ready to crawl out of her skin at this point. "They dress well. Three-piece suits and all. Silk neck ties, cufflinks, you know, kind of like Uncle Vernon when he has a big meeting and wants to impress someone…"

Seeing Dudley just staring with his mouth slightly open, Harry decided to keep it simple. "You know what, you'll be fine. Just follow me."

As they entered Gringotts, Dudley couldn't resist asking "Are those fancy pants Malfoys gonna be here, Harry?" He popped his knuckles as he said it. Harry realised that this may be a problem. Well, a fun kind of problem.

"Well, yeah. They hated him, but they're related to him. Lady Malfoy is a cousin of Sirius." He didn't tell Dudley about his talk with Narcissa. He'd find out soon enough. They all would.

"Alright, let's get this over with." They entered the bank and went to stand in the queue for appointments. Once they reached the front, Harry introduced himself and asked for admittance to the will reading. Looking over his shoulder, Harry could see that Dudley was looking all around in amazement. The teller left and returned shortly, he bid them follow and took them back to a waiting room.

Once in the waiting room, the teller instructed them on the rules. "The will reading is down the steps and in conference room 12. For the duration of the reading, no magic will be tolerated. The will has already been reviewed and approved by the Gringotts." Finally, he adds "Everything is in order. Anyone who draws a wand, or a weapon will be dealt with most harshly. Do you accept the rules of this meeting?"

Harry looked the goblin in the eye and said, "I do." Dudley did the same.

The ban on magic calmed Harry down as it put everyone on equal footing. Dudley, on the other hand, did not even seem to be considering it. They were led down the stairs and walked down a short hallway to conference room 12. As they entered, Harry looked around and saw so many faces he recognised. There were a few surprises and a few he didn't know at all.

The closest to him were the Malfoys. Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco. Lucius was talking to Cornelius Fudge… What was that bastard doing here? And who was that 'toad looking' woman beside him. They had no business here. Draco looked awful. Harry had never seen him looking so… conflicted. His hand appeared to be trembling slightly. He looked bad at the funeral, but this was even worse. Lucius also looked terrible. Quite different from his normally smooth self. He was disheveled and a bit haggard. Was he wearing an eyepatch? Narcissa saw him and froze in shock. More like in terror. There were also a pair of older men standing close. They looked like lawyers. Of course, they were.

Looking away, Harry noticed the Weasley family staring at him in surprise and shuffling about, preparing to come over and say hello. Yeah, they were surprised. Fleur was there with Bill… they made a good-looking couple. A good looking and incredibly surprised couple. Hermione also did a double take. She was making the same face everyone else was. Just staring like he was the last person she expected to see. Probably because he was. She gave a little wave, but it was halfhearted as she still looked shocked. Harry paused, giving her a very slight nod of the head. He then turned and looked at Dumbledore. The old man was in a state of near panic and was starting to move toward him. Yep – he had no idea Harry would be there.

Before the Weasley's or Dumbledore could take three steps, Lucius Malfoy was right there in his face. Up close, he looked even worse. There was a nasty edge to the normally smooth demeanor the man usually presented. What was up with the eye patch? He was trembling the same as Draco… Cruciatus exposure? Then he started talking, his breath was foul and right in Harry's face.

Lucius' voice was full of contempt. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Just when I thought you wouldn't show. How nice to see you, Potter." Looking Harry over from top to bottom, he added with a smirk, "You dress like some kind of muggle clown and bring the circus with you." He looked directly at Dudley when he said the word circus. Oh, boy.

Harry turned and prepared to walk away. Turning away without addressing the man was an insult, but he'd had enough from the git. Walk away, he told himself. There's no point in starting a fight just yet. That would come later. As he turned, he made eye contact with Ragnok and noted that the Director was watching intensely. Grinning ear to ear… He had obviously stalled the reading and was now ready for the 'fun' to start. Harry just wanted to get the challenge and the will reading over with.

As Harry began to step away, Lucius hooked his walking stick handle on Harry's shoulder. Its handle had the face of a snake carved into it and a sharp hook. A sharp hook, right where the fangs came together. Harry was sure it broke the skin, it made him feel a little like a fish on a hook. Lucius proceeded to spin him around pin him to the wall. Harry felt blood start to trickle out of his shoulder and stain his previously white t-shirt. Lucius whispered with pure malice "How dare you turn you back on me you filthy half-blood squib. I should…"

Lucius' walking stick/cane was quickly pulled from his grasp and snapped over Dudley's knee. Harry noted with some satisfaction that Dudley more than likely broke his wand as well, since Lucius usually hid it in his cane. Lucius sneered and started to say something but didn't get far.

Lord Malfoy suddenly heard a huge explosion, and everything went white. Then another explosion occurred almost immediately after and the world began spinning and going dark.

What everyone else saw was two punches from Dudley Dursley. One to the center of Lucius' face, the other to his side of his jaw. The nose was flattened, and the jaw was broken. From the sound of the impact, it was broken in more than one place. Lucius' cheek appeared to have collapsed as well. Damn, Dudley could be scary when he wanted to be.

Harry saw everyone pulling out their wands as Ragnok sounded an alarm. Time seemed to slow down, and Harry heard Bill say "Oh, Shite!"

At this point, all hell broke loose. Goblins with weapons rushing into the room… Narcissa trying to cover Draco, who was stupid enough to draw a wand... Bill waving his arms about while frantically telling everyone to put their wands away… Dumbledore setting up some kind of circular sphere of protection… The minister blustering about and shaking his finger… The Lovegood's were jotting down notes… Pure chaos.

Somewhere out in the vast ether, beyond space and time, Harry knew that Sirius Black just had to be rolling with laughter. Harry couldn't help but think "In and out, keep it simple". When do things ever go as planned?

—Dance of Death 28—

Gringotts

Conference Room #12

It took a good thirty minutes for everyone to calm down. Lucius was had been transported to St. Mungo's. Andromeda had looked him over and said he had severe facial fracturing and a badly broken jaw. She refused to treat the man, saying he needed specialist care. Fudge threw a fit and threatened to have Dudley brought up on assault charges, but Harry held up Lucius' cane and pointed out that it held a small hypodermic implant.

Originally, Harry just wanted to know if Lucius' wand was broken, but there was no wand present. Just the modified handle designed to extract blood. What was most frightening was that he had managed to collect a small sample of Harry's blood. Narcissa hadn't mentioned this… but then, she didn't expect him to be there.

The Malfoy lawyers insisted on proper procedure and took a moment to inspect the device. They didn't look happy.

Andromeda pulled her wand and used a spell Harry didn't recognise to render the blood 'inert'. She then handed it to Amelia Bones. "Lady Bones, I'd like to admit this into your care as evidence and press charges against Lucius Malfoy. The penalty for taking blood from the Heir of an Ancient and Most Noble house is five years in Azkaban if I'm not mistaken."

Harry looked at Andromeda with respect. Wow. Then, a slender man in his fifties approached Harry.

The man was polished and confident. "Mr. Potter, my name is Leonard Felder. You requested representation at this hearing."

Harry smiled. "Yes sir. Thank you for attending on Boxing Day."

The Black family had a long-standing contract with an international law firm that specialised in the representation of prominent and somewhat dangerous families. They were known to be rather vicious. Sirius once shared that Arcturus believed them to have ties to some old family that liked to keep their eyes on the major players. They were old, very manipulative, and possibly vampires. Not a group to cross in a court room.

The man smiled, but it was cold as ice. "I'm glad you reached out to us, Mr. Potter. We've been looking forward to making your acquaintance." That sent a small shiver down Harry's spine.

Harry simple responded with, "Thank you, sir." What else could he say?

Mr. Felder turned to Fudge and Bones, "Minister Fudge, Director Bones, please see to it that Lord Malfoy is prosecuted." It was phrased as a request, but it was a threat.

The toad like lady cleared her throat, "Hem hem…" The sound was extremely annoying. Once no one was talking, she said, "The Ministry will take whatever action it deems appropriate." Fudge looked ready to crawl out of his skin.

Mr. Felder calmly said, "As long as it's a full investigation, followed by a prosecution, we will have no issues. Otherwise, legal action will be taken. Against you." He made it painfully clear that he meant the woman herself.

Before she could say anything else, Fudge cut her off, "Of course, Mr. Felder. We will look into this." Damn he seemed nervous. Harry felt certain this Felder guy had something on him.

Draco looked furious. Narcissa seemed lost in thought. Andromeda looked… impressed. Impressed, but nervous.

Eventually they were all seated. Harry sat between Andromeda and Dudley. Ginny was behind him and he made a point to look back at her with and give her a smile. He avoided looking at Bill. He knew how angry his mentor probably was. Andromeda was too, but she'd hold back until after the reading.

Director Ragnok then said, "Is there anyone who now objects to the reading of the will?" Harry rolled his eyes. Ragnok already knew what was coming. The evil little creature. He just wanted to see blood spilt. Wizard blood.

Draco Malfoy stood up. "I object to this reading. Mr. Potter does not have a strong enough claim on the house to be the Heir. My claim is stronger. My mother is a Black by birth, while the current Heir's only connection to the family is through a blood adoption of his father. I formally wish to make a challenge."

Harry was a little stunned. Blood adoption? So, Charlus and Dorea Potter née Black weren't his biological Grandparents? He looked at Andromeda and she looked down. No one had told him this… Looking over at Draco and his mother, Draco was resolute and Narcissa looked about to break into tears. Something else was going on here.

Ragnok brought forth the Black Family Ritual Bowl and set it upon the marble table. He handed Draco a small knife. Ragnok looked at Harry and said, "Your Heir ring, please. The Black Family ring."

Harry handed him the ring and it was placed in the bowl. Draco looked over at him briefly. He looked determined, but also desperate. He knew what his fate would be if this failed. At least he didn't look smug. Draco sliced open his hand and bled into the bowl. The blood pooled into the middle where Harry's ring was. Harry waited for his ring to dissolve as Draco clearly had a stronger tie to the family.

Surprisingly, Draco's blood boiled away into a foul-smelling smoke. Ragnok reached in and picked up Harry's ring. He looked angry. Royally pissed off. When he looked at Harry, his eyes were full of irritation and disappointment. There would be no duel. Draco's blood was rejected. He handed Harry his ring back.

Draco watched stunned. He then said, "No! This can't be! He's not even really a Black! James Potter was only blood adopted when his parents were killed… Potter is not a Black!" He was ranting and raving like a terrified child. One of the Malfoy lawyers took Draco aside and began whispering. He was obviously trying to calm Draco down. Narcissa continued to sit quietly. Considering her next move carefully.

Mr. Felder started laughing. It was a cruel and malicious laugh that Harry found very disturbing. Disturbing, but not unwelcome. Harry had won. He had beaten the odds and now Sirius' will would be read. He had made his god-father proud.

Suddenly, everyone was murmuring. The sound of the whispers and murmurs grew. No one had expected this. Harry just smiled and leaned back in his chair. He placed his hands behind his head. Life was good!

Dudley leaned over and asked, "What just happened?"

Harry smiled at his huge cousin and shrugged, saying, "Winner take all and I just won!"

Suddenly, Draco stepped forward again, one of his Lawyers at his side. "I demand an honour duel. I have numerous grievances against Heir Potter, and I demand satisfaction." This was a surprise. Ragnok suddenly took interest again. His smile slowly returning.

Harry straightened up, "What the Hell, Malfoy? You have grievances? Are you kidding me?" In what world could Draco Malfoy possibly be the wronged party here?

Draco continued, "My list of grievances includes the following: When we first met, I publicly extended my hand and offered my friendship and support. Not only did he rudely decline, but he refused to shake my hand." Harry now knew what a huge insult this was, but at the time Draco was being rude to his first and only friend.

The list continued from there. All were social gaffs that Harry had made out of ignorance. Everything from failing to stand when Draco approached him to the failure to observe proper dueling form. In his first two years, Harry didn't even know there was a proper way to duel, he just treated it like a fight. The list of grievances just kept coming.

When Draco finally wrapped up his long list, Harry realised what this was. A desperate attempt to save his own skin. Harry then saw Draco glance at his mother. No, it was far more than his own skin he was worried about. Now it was crystal clear. He was scared for his mum.

Mr. Felder spoke up, "I need a moment to confer with my client."

Harry's Lawyer took him aside. Andromeda and Ted joined him as his magical guardians. Dudley just watched, somewhat confused.

Mr. Felder looked Harry straight in the eye. "Heir Black, giving you our support was not a unanimous decision. Many claim you are a squib and lobbied to pull our support. It's time you step up and earned the respect most of us feel you are due."

Andromeda and Ted looked at each other. Andromeda spoke up, "Hadrian has no magic. How can he possibly win a duel…?"

Harry then said, "Well, I'm healing up slowly. By this time next year, I should be fully healed." Mr. Felder seemed pleased to hear that. Clearly, he had gone out on a limb coming here today.

The lawyer then asked, "Can you beat him, Heir Black? That's the question."

Harry smiled. "Hell yes, I can beat him!" Mr. Felder narrowed his eyes and smiled. Harry noted that he looked a little like a snake when he did that.

Ted looked concerned and asked, "Harry, are you sure?"

Harry just nodded.

Mr. Felder considered the situation and asked, "How much are you willing to gamble, Heir Black?" Andromeda clearly did not like that question.

This was war and Harry was reminded of a quote from the British SAS, 'He who dares, wins. Harry knew he had to do this for Sirius. For himself and for the war effort. He even was doing it for Draco and Narcissa… If he were a Hero, maybe Sirius' death would mean something…

"Mr. Felder, I will risk as much as we can take from them."

The next hour was a back and forth discussion on the terms of the duel. Harry was the challenged party, so he set the terms. The terms would be for as much as Draco would offer up, matched by Harry. The duel would be to the death, but with the possibility of 'Multa'*, or ransom paid for the life of the losing party.

The duel would take place in the Gringotts combat area. The duel would be witnessed by family only, along with their 'seconds', their legal representatives, plus any Goblins that Ragnok invited to watch. This was the requirement that Ragnok wanted when they had met days earlier. It sweetened the pot enough to get his aid, advice, and support. Wizard blood being spilled was a joy for goblins to watch, and he intended to invite all the department heads. Boxing Day entertainment. Muggles watch football and Goblins watch blood sports.

Draco wagered up a third of the Malfoy estate, plus Bellatrix Lestrange's vault – a vault to which Narcissa had been entrusted with the key when Bellatrix was sentenced to Azkaban. It contained a sizable bridal dowry that the Lestrange family doubled and matched to the bride according to tradition. Andromeda noted that her own dowry was given to Bellatrix when she married Ted. Over the years, Bellatrix had further increased the vault's content with valuables, jewelry, mystical tomes, and magical artefacts that she collected from families she had murdered in the service of the Dark Lord. It was an impressive addition. If Harry won, it would all be moved to the Black Family vault.

Harry noted that the wagered amount from Draco and Narcissa was primarily made up of liquid assets, not property or businesses. Lucius would have to sign off on that, and he was at St. Mungo's. But Narcissa could access the vaults… so until Lucius was healed up enough to remove her access, she was free to act and negotiate. Harry was able to meet the quantity with a signature, but he needed Andromeda to co-sign.

Andromeda's condition for co-signing was to cap any 'Multa' negotiations to a further 50% of the total amount wagered. No more was she willing to risk. In the vent of a loss, this would effectively double the amount pulled from the Black Vaults. The negotiation for Draco entering 'Multa' was more challenging as there were no more funds to be had. Harry suggested a three-year service arrangement with a guarantee of safe treatment by the Black family. This would apply to both Draco and his 'second'. Harry knew his second had to be Narcissa as there was no one else to speak on his behalf. The terms for the service would be discussed in 'Multa'. Draco grudgingly accepted. He literally had nothing more to lose. Failure would mean a fate that would be worse than death. Greyback was the alternative, for himself and his mother. But he wouldn't lose. Harry didn't even have a wand.

Andromeda looked pale and pensive. Harry assured her he could win this, but she was nervous. Her daughter had spoken about how gifted the boy was… but his magic was still mending. This was a huge risk to take, but at least he would still have the title. He would still own the majority of the Black Estate. Had he not shown up, he would have forfeited more than was now at stake…

In the end, she recognised him as the next lord Black and decided to trust him. In the back of her mind, she kept hearing the words the Black Family Lawyer had said. 'It's time you step up and earned the respect… you are due." He had to see this through. For the respect of the Black family. She signed her approval of the duel as his magical guardian. It was the hardest signature she had ever had to write.

When the parties came out of negotiation and informed the rest of the attendees, there was a mixed response. The value placed on the duel was startling. It was a massive number of galleons and it amounted to roughly thirty percent of the Black vault, excluding businesses and property. The Bellatrix Lestrange Vault made up roughly two thirds of the amount the Malfoy vault was offering up. Again, no businesses or properties. Dumbledore and the Weasley's were shocked and concerned. Remus and Hermione looked horrified. Fudge and his cronies looked incredibly pleased. Dudley just clapped his hands together and shouted, "Give him hell, Whiplash!" That got a few odd looks.

Dumbledore realised that this was less than he had feared would change hands, but it was unnecessary. Harry didn't have to accept the challenge. Yes, he would lose face and status, but no galleons would change hands. Why was the boy taking this chance? Was he really this reckless? And why was Andromeda letting him? Didn't she realise what was at stake? Glancing over at Minerva, he could see she was having similar thoughts and concerns. In the end, they would just have to solemnly accept the outcome.

Bill was both worried and angry. All that talk about not attending. About Harry making Bill promise to come straight over after the will reading. About wanting a quiet Boxing Day with Family… Sneaky little… He would have been proud if he weren't so irritated. And worried. He was one of the few who knew Harry's magic was healing, but he also knew Harry wasn't quite there yet. Harry asked him to keep it quiet, well, let's see how he gets around this. In the back of his mind, he also realized that if Harry were victorious, Voldemort would lose even more of his ability to fund the coming war. If Harry won this duel, it would cripple the Death Eaters as much as his losing would strengthen them. It would make a huge difference either way.

—Dance of Death 28—

Dueling Pit

Gringotts

The dueling pit was truly a pit. The pit was eight feet deep and a ten by thirty rectangle. There was stadium seating all around, and it was packed with Goblins. Dudley, Andromeda, Nymphadora, Ted, and Mr. Felder were on one side, the two Malfoy attorneys were on the other. Bill was in one corner and Narcissa was in the other as the 'seconds'. Neither of the 'seconds' could interfere, but they would each be the ones to declare 'Multa' if their duelist was unable to continue. Harry had made Bill promise not to declare 'Multa' unless he lost consciousness. Harry assured Bill that he could win this.

Harry had investigated setting the terms as 'combat without magic', but in the magical society, that just wasn't done. So, he set the terms as twenty feet apart and no unforgiveables, no potions, no armour, and the only magical item permitted was a wand. Draco did not know Harry had limited casting with a repaired spell matrix, and that gave Harry the edge. He would be focused on keeping Harry at a distance. Well out of arms reach.

Harry was following his father's strategy. Dodge and feint and try to close the distance, but not too much. Then, fire off his one spell. At that point, the duel would be very one sided. He just had to survive long enough. He really didn't know if Draco would try to end this decisively, or if he would taunt and toy with him.

Harry limbered up. He stretched and walked through a few calisthenics to get his heart rate up. Draco was watching him with a smirk. Harry imagined Draco expected him to close the gap and go hand to hand. He knew Harry was a good dodger, so that would make sense. Once limbered, Harry kicked in his heightened perceptions and the world seemed to slow down. He and Draco gave each other a salute, and the duel began.

—DoD—

The Duel: Draco Malfoy's Perspective

Draco had watched Harry warm up. He didn't have a wand and he was obviously preparing for a physical confrontation. It was a stupid thing to do. Potter was half a head shorter and smaller than he was. Draco knew he could defeat Potter in any kind of encounter. The lack of a wand confirmed all the reports, Harry's magic was shredded, and he was now little more than a squib.

When Harry took off his jacket, Draco gave him the once over. He could tell he was more muscular than he had been. But he was nowhere near as large as a Crabbe or a Goyle. Obviously, his arms and shoulders were bigger, likely due to the manual labour he was now forced to perform. Labour without the benefit of magic. It was almost sad, really. All those veins on his arms… was he even being fed?

Draco really hadn't expected Potter to accept the duel. He was Muggle raised, and therefore, he had no idea how much status he would lose over declining. But he accepted. Draco didn't know whether Potter's education with Aunt Andromeda had made him aware of the importance of the duel or if he was just being a typical Gryffindor… But here they were.

He decided to make this fast. Potter had met him with honour and there was no need to draw this out. He just needed enough gold and wealth to ensure the Dark Lord didn't punish his mother. He would double the liquid assets with a win and triple them in 'Multa'. Hopefully, that would be enough to spare his mum. Probably. Hopefully.

Draco watched Potter wrap up his warmups and square off. They then saluted each other, and the duel began. Draco stuck with stunners. They were quick and should get the job done. But Potter seemed to know they were coming before he even finished casting… He vaguely recalled how Potter could occasionally sense an attack or ambush. Noticing that Potter was a few feet closer, Draco decided it was time to change tactics.

To make his attacks more challenging to avoid, he began firing off a spell chain of 'Stupefy', 'Diffindo', and a 'Bombarda' at Potter's feet. These were a stunning, as cutting, and an explosive curse. The first two volleys, Potter managed to avoid. But on the third volley, Potter fell into a roll. Draco knew he had him now.

Then, as he began the fourth volley, a flash came from Potter's extended hand and Draco was suddenly disarmed. He watched his wand go flying toward Potter and effortlessly caught in the boy's hand. The two teens stared at each other for a moment, then Potter backed up and placed Draco's wand at the far edge of the pit.

Potter looked at him and said, "Come and get it."

For a minute, Draco just stared at Potter. What was he up to?

With a smirk, he strode forward. If Potter wanted a trouncing, he'd get one. He met Potter in the center of the pit and swung at him, but Potter shifted out of the way and jabbed his left fist into Draco's face. Draco felt his head snap back and his nose bleed. He found himself staggering back about five feet.

The goblins were now going wild.

Potter stepped forward. He looked directly at him and said, "You shared your grievances, now I'll share mine."

Draco knew he had to keep Potter talking. Then he could manoeuvre around him and get to his wand.

"Your grievances, Potter? OK, let's hear them." Bait him.

Potter then said,"My father told me the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."(SS)As Potter said this, He lashed out with a quick 'one-two' combo. A jab with his left fist followed by a straight punch with his right. Both strikes scored a solid hit. Potter was talking LOUD. He wanted everyone to hear.

Draco was suddenly backing up. His face was aching, and his nose was bleeding harder. Potter didn't even seem to be trying hard. The Goblins were silent, wanting to hear what he was saying. Draco began remembering his own words from years ago.

"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others…"(SS) Followed by the same 'one-two' combo. Striking Draco's face and jaw. With each combo, the Goblins would cheer.

Draco was getting nervous. He decided to try to move to the side… get around his opponent. Get to his wand. But Potter intercepted him.

"Hagrid's a savage. He lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed."(SS) 'One-Two' combo. Right to the face. Goblins cheering.

Draco realised he had fallen. Potter stepped back a bit and let him get up. He tried to get around Harry again.

"Unless you're a bit politer, you'll go the same way as your parents." (SS) 'One-Two' combo. Cheek and nose. Goblins cheering.

Draco noted that he was beginning to strike a little harder with each combo. Had he really said that to him? About his parents? It was low… Why did he do that? He was almost all the way back against the wall. When had he stepped backward?

"You hang around riff-raff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid and it'll rub off on you."(SS) 'One-Two' combo, Goblins cheering. Draco fell backward again. His ears were ringing.

This was not going well. He stayed down and caught his breath. Potter foolishly let him. He'd come up swinging. His arms were longer, and he could begin forcing Potter backward.

Rising, he began swinging, only to have Potter duck under him and deliver a different one-two combo to his ribs. As Draco fell, he heard Potter continue talking.

"Remember Neville's Remembrall, Draco?" … "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect – how about – up a tree?(SS) A kick was delivered to his ribs, knocking out his breath.

As Draco struggled to rise, Potter reminded him of their first dueling challenge,"I'd take you on any time on my own. Tonight, if you want. Wizards Duel… But, like a coward, you never showed…" (SS) He delivered a kick to Draco's face, hurtling him backward. The Goblins were going wild. Standing and shouting. Taking bets.

Potter then calmly said, "Get up Malfoy, we're not done. We're not even halfway through year one of my 'grievances'."

Draco was now scared. He realized his only hope was if he could get to his wand. His mother's safety depended on it. He rose and tried to charge forward. But he was spun around and thrown against the wall. Bouncing off, he lunged toward Potter. Take him by surprise!

Unfortunately, Potter was ready. "Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley"(SS) One-Two. Goblins Cheering.

"The Gryffindor quidditch team chooses people they feel sorry for. Potters got no parents and the Weasley's have no money."(SS) One-Two combo. Goblins Cheer.

Draco noted that Potter had backed off a little on the force of his fists. He was dragging this out.

"I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special."(CS) One-Two Combo. Goblins cheer. He then followed up with multiple attacks. One-Two, One-Two, One-Two. Draco felt a tooth break and his jaw went numb. Both of his hands were now just covering his face. He was back up against the wall. The wall furthest from his wand. The floor felt like it was moving.

His eyes were swollen, and he could barely see. His nose was broken, and he was covered in blood. His own blood. His ears were ringing, and he could barely hear Potter quoting him from years back. Draco decided to just try to charge through. Had he tried that before? He lunged forward.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."(CS) Harry went into Draco's body and his hands blurred as they repeatedly struck…. One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight. The Goblins were cheering again. A vicious uppercut shot Draco's head backward.

Something was broken. A rib or two. Did this have to go on? Maybe he could just quit. No… his mother needed him. He rolled over and coughed, but the coughing turned to vomit and his last meal came back up. He was lying face first in the dirty pit. In his own blood and vomit.

Draco knew he was done. Now he was reduced to begging. Pleading. "Potter, please… my mother… Greyback…"

Potter walked over and sat on his back. Reaching around, he pulled his neck up in a strangle hold.

Draco felt breath on his ear, he realized Potter was talking to him. "I wish you had lasted longer, Draco. I have so many more grievances… We aren't even done with the first year."

Draco's vision slowly dimmed. He vaguely heard his mother shout… "Multa."

The goblins began jeering. Their fun had ended.

Draco lost consciousness.

—Dance of Death 28—

Gringotts

Conference Room 12

Many of the participants were waiting patiently for the outcome of the duel. Patiently was perhaps the wrong word… Painfully was a better fit. Suddenly, Harry's huge cousin came bursting in like a bull. The door flew open and impacted the wall with a huge 'bang', causing everyone to jump.

The huge teen gave a 'fist pump' and exclaimed, "BAM! Harry kicked his ASS!" walking over to the appetisers, he grabbed a muffin and ate it in one huge bite. Then he grabbed another. His excitement was barely contained. Some would say, not contained at all. Tonks and Ted came into the room after Dudley and he gave Tonks a fist bump. She was as excited as he was, but still in control.

Remus quickly came over, "How's Harry? He actually won?" His face was a mixture of hope, relief, and concern.

Tonks was grinning ear to ear. "He's fine Remus!" she thought for a moment and added, "Oh, we think he may have broken his hand at some point. You know when he smashed it against Draco's face. He also twisted his ankle when he had a near miss from a Blasting curse. But you should see the other guy."

Ginny rushed forward, "Can I go to see him?" She was clearly anxious.

Tonks smiled; she liked the fiery little redhead Harry had paired up with. "Give mum a few minutes to fix his ankle and hands. Then he'll be along." Looking at Remus she added, "I'm telling you, Remus, it was brutal. He tore Draco up!"

Dudley swallowed his muffin and added, "Yeah, he kept repeating crap Draco had said to him. Over and over. You know, 'Mudblood this', 'Dead Parents that', 'you're not as rich as me', just a bunch of bully crap." He then added, "Harry doesn't have thick hands, he may have injured them a bit. He twisted his knee too; I saw him favouring it. The blast threw him a good ten feet. I really didn't know you guys could do that..."

Ted looked far more solemn. Albus approached him, "Edward, was anyone seriously hurt?"

Ted took a deep breath. He really did not like violence. "It's like they said, Harry tore that boy up. It was brutal, but I've seen worse injuries on the Quidditch pitch. Draco will be fine, but his pride may never recover."

Albus could sense there was more… "Ted, what's bothering you?"

Ted was a solicitor; he couldn't help but notice the way Leonard Felder acted. "When Narcissa asked for 'Multa', The Black family solicitor, Felder, had contracts ready to be signed. Detailed contracts, Albus. Not something you could throw together in an hour." He thought for a minute and added, "I think Harry had met with Narcissa at some point. They knew each other. She actually looked… relieved when she read the contracts."

Minerva interrupted, asking, "What did they say? Did you read the contracts?"

Ted shook his head, "I didn't read them, but I know the gist from the discussions. Harry is sending the pair to Grimmauld Place once Andromeda patches Draco up." With a curious expression, he added, "They're working for Harry and Andromeda for the next three years. After which, Harry will return the wealth he won in the duel to Narcissa. I know both Draco and his mother had to agree to some intense loyalty contracts. Harry mentioned 'learning from Arcturus'. Albus, Harry was ready for this. That boy came prepared. And I don't think he had any help."

Amelia Bones watched in amusement. She had every intention of seeing Lucius in a holding cell by the days end. Conniving bastard. She had been extremely worried about Mr. Potter, but now she could relax. She just needed to see him safe…**

Fudge looked over at Dolores and the two seemed quite upset. Albus wondered what he had been promised from the Black Vaults to make him so desperate for Draco to win this. He always knew Fudge was shady, but he was beginning to think the man was flat out corrupt.

Harry and Bill now entered the room. Harry looked a little sheepish, like Bill had read him the riot act. Dudley stomped over, grabbed Harry, threw him over his shoulder, and spun him around. "Whiplash!" The two boys were both laughing.

When he set Harry down, everyone could now see his t-shirt was covered in blood. His knuckles were discoloured and appeared to have been freshly healed. Ginny came running over and pulled him into a hug. Hermione was right behind her. Tonks just messed up his hair. Of course when you have hair like Harry's... it made no real difference.

Dudley pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Harry. It was a 'corona' sized cigar. Harry knew Dudley loved a cigar after a big fight… if he won. Looking inquisitively at his large cousin, Dudley grinned and shrugged.

"I knew you were gonna fight someone Harry. You had that… that look you get." He pulled out a lighter from his pants pocket. "The cigar may be a little bent up from the ride, but I had it in a Ziploc bag. Should smoke up fine. Cohiba!"

Harry laughed and took the cigar. It was a little bent, but he got it back into form easily enough. While he was lighting it, he proclaimed, "I hope Voldemort has other sources of income, because the Malfoy ATM just closed." Most of the room laughed. Harry then added, "Well, I actually hope he doesn't…"

Fudge said something to his ugly assistant that sounded like Lies… Harry ignored them.

Harry had to remind himself while he lit the cigar – Don't inhale. Just pull it into the mouth and get the taste and the nicotine high. He never forgot the horrible first time he smoked one. But he and Dudley had figured it out. He took a couple of puffs to get the cigar burning.

Looking around he added, "I'm sorry I tricked so many of you, but I knew I had to come here. For Sirius."

Arthur Weasley understood and agreed. He'd said as much in the Order meeting. He put his calming hand on Harry's shoulder and said, "You did well, Harry. Sirius would be proud." Harry was regularly reminded what a calming father figure Arthur Weasley was.

Molly Weasley stood beside her husband and asked, "Harry dear, where did all that blood come from?" She seemed to be looking him over for injuries.

Harry took a good puff, blew the smoke to the side, and smiled. "Draco's face."

Ron and the twins all gave each other high fives. Harry noted Minister Fudge didn't share in their enthusiasm. His toad faced assistant was staring daggers at him. Harry elevated his middle finger. Probably not the most genteel thing, but he was in no mood to be nice.

-DoD-

Harry allowed Andromeda to oversee the contracts as she was his proxy. She had been impressed with the detail and the quality of the documents. She would have liked to have had Ted beside her, but Harry had contacted the Black family lawyers, so that could create a conflict of interest.

Narcissa Malfoy signed the last contract. Draco timidly did the same. They were basically part of the Black household now. Draco would be a 'Bannerman' to House Black, assisting Harry in his responsibilities. Andromeda would be the official Lady Black and Narcissa would assist her in running the household and bringing the House back up to standards. Publicly, it would be viewed as an act of alliance. Privately, they both knew what it was. Shelter and protection for the two of them. If Lucius was sentenced to Azkaban, then the Dark lord couldn't get to any of the Malfoys.

Andromeda still wanted to get Draco looked at in St. Mungo's, but he was healed enough to travel. He'd need a hefty dose of skele-gro for his ribs, his jaw, and the teeth that had been knocked out. In addition, his spleen would need to be looked at. She had stopped it from bleeding, but St. Mungo's was a better place to complete the repairs.

It eventually came out that Narcissa had met with Harry and he had agreed to give them protection. Draco was shocked, but he also seemed relieved. Relieved… and ashamed. Having so many of his own remarks thrown in his face… Now he owed Potter for his mother's safety. Potter easily could have just turned them away.

Well, Draco knew he'd better learn to get along with Potter, they'd be home schooled together soon enough. He was relieved not to be returning to Hogwarts. His mother agreed to open their manor for Aurors to collect Lucius' things, but they both knew what that was about. It would chase out 'You-Know-Who' and they could then raise up their wards and seal the manor. That snake faced bastard could go to someone else's manor. Parkinson or Nott seemed likely. Draco felt a tinge of guilt and fear for his friends Pansy and Theo… One of them would have a rough time of it.

He'd get checked out in St Mungo's while his mum went to Grimmauld place. Draco never dreamed he would owe his safety and his mother's to Harry Freaking Potter.

—Dance of Death 28—

Gringotts

Conference Room 12

Will Reading

When Andromeda Tonks re-entered the room, she found Harry smoking a cigar Dudley had given him. It was what Dudley referred to as a 'celebratory stogie'. Andromeda came over and, with a flick of her wand, she banished the smoldering cigar across the room and into a metal trash bin. Hopefully, there was nothing flammable in there.

Andromeda hated cigars. "Now, there will be no more of that. Open your mouth please." Harry reluctantly did so. Only to have a breath freshener charm applied followed by a lavender scented cleaning charm on his hair. "I may only be your magical guardian, but I never want you to light one of those foul things in my presence again. They. Are. Disgusting."

Looking at the teen in front of her, she realised a few things. First, he cared about her. He respected her enough to give her the title Lady Black and full proxy for the family. Secondly, he was shrewd. He worked all of this out and dealt a major blow to his rivals. Yes, he had much to learn, but he accomplished something no one would have given him credit for. Finally, he was merciful. Despite the beating he gave Draco; he was very merciful in the terms he had in the contract. He could have had the boy scrubbing toilets for three years. For ten if he had chosen…

She then pulled him into a tight embrace and proclaimed "You performed well today Hadrian. But don't you ever worry me like that again!" Harry mumbled something like 'yes ma'am'. She was irritated that he had tricked them all, but the results had been spectacular. She had no idea he could be so violent! The boy in the pit was a person she had never seen.

Andromeda did have a concern that he would become overconfident. He pulled this little stunt off because no one expected it. His enemies wouldn't make that mistake again. She'd have to be careful with his safety. Today's victory might embolden him to behave foolishly. Still, she was impressed. He would make an excellent Lord Black.

Ragnok came back into the room and gave a fifteen-minute warning for the will reading. He looked as happy as Harry had ever seen him. Watching wizards pummel each other had apparently agreed with him. Well, he helped Harry make the plans and contact the Iopos Legal Firm, so all was fair. Time to get this over with. All those not named in the will were asked to leave. Cornelius Fudge put up a token of resistance, but in the end, everyone not named in the will had to comply.

The group then settled into seats that faced a wall with a reflective surface area. An area that was 7 feet tall and 5 feet wide was bordered in the center of the wall. Family sat in the front rows with friends and acquaintances behind them. Harry noted that Dumbledore, Minerva, and the Weasleys were seated near the back. He motioned for Luna to come up and join Ginny and Hermione near him. Xenophilius just settled in on the back row with his note pad and quill. He seemed happy to see his daughter with friends.

Ragnok then addressed the room. "Once the reading begins, it will not be stopped. If a wand is drawn, we will treat it as an act of aggression. The guards will treat any aggressive acts as an attack on the Goblin Nation and respond appropriately." Harry noticed that there were quite a few guards outside the room, armed to the teeth.

"Now", Ragnok continued, "Once we begin, the image of Sirius Black will address individuals directly with his final thoughts and bequeathments. Between each of Lord Black's messages, there will be a brief 45 second pause for quiet conversation. Again, violence or aggressive actions will not be tolerated." The message was clear – if you gave them an excuse, they would kill you.

Even Dudley seemed a bit nervous now as he leaned over to Harry and whispered, "I see what you mean about Goblins being really tough dudes."

As the lights slowly dimmed, Harry noted several miniature cups filled with silver sickles. The cups bore a striking similarity to the Tri-Wizard cup. Not a fond memory there. Ragnok made a small cut on his hand and applied the blood to the runes on either side of the reflective surface. Harry also noted a few goblins on each side of each of the room doing the same with the runes on the ends of each aisle.

The lights dimmed, and the image of his godfather slowly appeared on the wall. "Welcome, to the last Will and Testament of Sirius Orion Black, settle in folks, it's time to say goodbye".

Sirius' image then said, "Please note the replica tri-wizard cups filled with silver sickles on the side table. A few of you have earned them."

"Dumbledore – You get 30 silver sickles in your own tri-wizard cup. You left me to rot in Azkaban without a trial. You allowed your students to be abused by Snape all these years - shame on you. So many failures. You should be clamping down on all that blood purity nonsense at Hogwarts and educating the ignorant purebloods. But you're stretched too thin…"

Sirius' image was quiet for a moment.

"Take this cup and the silver and consider your next moves carefully. There's another war coming. Quit with the stunners and the body binds. You need to treat this like a war, Albus. Fight like your life depends on it because it does. Don't hold back and don't hold your people back."

With a brilliant smile, Sirius started speaking again.

"Remus, I am offering you one of the Black properties to be a home for you and anyone you choose to live your life with. The House is will have a 100-year lease for 1 galleon offered to you only. Not transferrable. Unfortunately, due to Werewolf ownership laws, I can't just give it to you. So, it will have to be a lease. Also, 25,000 galleons for you to continue to train and mentor Harry. I'm sure if you need more, Harry will help. He's like that."

Sirius' smile was sincere.

"Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, my favourite reporter and the editor of my favorite publication. I love the Quibbler. I also love the way you, Luna, stood by my godson when he needed you. You march to the beat of your own music, never let anyone change the rhythm on you. Considering your pursuit of the truth, I hereby award you with 1500 galleons as a token of my respect for you and the enlightenment you bring to the Wizarding World. I also award 3000 galleons to the Quibbler to cover any operational expenses."

"Additionally, I will fund the next 5 trips the two of you take in your pursuit of miss-understood and hard to find creatures. Up to 30 days each trip, covering wardrobe, transportation, and lodging expenses. Finally, I would like to share through your publication the personal notes from Jonas Black on his opinions and observations regarding theories of the astral plane. They will be shared at a rate of one entry per week and open to discussion and critique as the two of you see fit."

At this, both Remus and Hermione did a double take. This was huge.

Sirius continued with, "Oh and by the way, you can have first rights to report on the reading of my Will. See Ted for the necessary releases."

Harry realised the Quibbler would be getting a huge scoop. Everyone wanted to know what Sirius Black's will reading entailed. With the Challenges and the duel… this was quite an event to cover. The notes from Jonas Black was brilliant. Based on discussions with his mother's incarnation, Harry knew that Jonas Black's work on the astral plane was the work of a genius, with rare insights. The printing of his private notes would make 'the Quibbler' required reading among the intellectual elites of Magical Europe and beyond. Sirius just increased the viewership of the Quibbler by a factor of at least fifty. Additionally, Harry knew the Quibbler would now be in the common rooms of all the houses – especially the Ravenclaws. All those intellectuals would be walking around reading the Quibbler. Even in death, Sirius was a Marauder!

After the short pause between bequeathments, Sirius' image perked up.

"William Weasley, effective immediately, the house of Black has paid off your debt to Gringotts. You are now a free and independent curse breaker. There is a catch, though – if you choose to accept this, you must continue to train Harry. Curse breaker apprenticeship paid through to mastery. Work with Andromeda to set the timetable, and hopefully there will be a little field work… I know you are already doing this, but let's just make it official. For your trouble, 3,000 galleons in addition to the Gringotts debt. You have been good for Harry, Bill. Thank you. Remus, you may have to join those two jokers in some jungle somewhere."

"Hermione, 1000 galleons toward books at Flourish and Botts, or any other arcane book distributor. Plus 100 galleons a year for building your library. This will continue as long as you are in school. Including the pursuit of a mastery. You have a brilliant mind, make sure you don't lose your amazing heart in your pursuit of knowledge. By the way, I have a private message for you. See Ragnok after the general will reading for the message."

"Ronald – 30 silver sickles for your treatment of Harry last year. Complete with a replica of the tri-wizard cup. Keep it, toss it, drink out of it, I really don't care. It goes with the sickles. My advice - Grow up and stop being such a lazy GIT. Unless you want a career working as the driver of the knight bus or in some other menial role, you need to wake up and start putting forth more than the minimum effort."

Sirius let that sink in before continuing.

"You are relying far too much on Hermione to get you through Hogwarts. Wake up, Ronald. Wake up before it's too late. You are highly intelligent, but you need to treat your life like a chess game. Figure out where you want to be in ten years and start making moves to get there. And Ronald, stop being a prat."

Everyone squirmed for about a moment. As awkward as it was, it was more than a little true. Harry hoped Ron listened. He was sure the boy was red as a tomato now.

"Ginny, I'm glad you are in Harry's life. You stood by him when so many others turned their backs. You are a beautiful young girl and you deserve beautiful things. For you, a new trunk/wardrobe with a credit each year, until you graduate, for custom clothes from Madam Malkin's. Insist on the best, you deserve it. Also, a new broom from Viper Brooms. It's called a 'Boomslang' and it was specially designed for chasers. Extremely popular on the South American circuit. You also get a 100 galleon credit at Quality Quidditch Supplies. This pairs well with an all-expense paid quidditch training summer camp in Holyhead with the Harpies. Enjoy it!"

Ginny knew about the camp – run by the Harpies coaches and a few of their retired players. It had the reputation of being a scouting and recruiting camp for the Harpies. This was a huge opportunity.

"Fred and George – For the latest in a long line of pranksters from Hogwarts, I hereby bequeath 5000 galleons for a joke shop that I have heard the both of you talking about***. One condition - Harry is a partner with a 40% ownership. Take it or leave it."

"Now, get your act together and stop being prats. In addition to the investment, based on last year's behaviour, you have both earned 30 shiny sickles each. Maybe you deserve it, maybe you don't. In my opinion, as the man of the hour and senior prankster, you guys dropped the ball last year. Don't screw over your new partner in the future. Harry, you are now a partner and investor in a joke shop which I am sure will do well. Don't let your anger and resentment interfere with the profits I am sure you will enjoy."

The twins looked equal parts embarrassed and excited. They whispering to each other while occasionally sending a tentative look at Harry. Harry hoped they could become at least friendly acquaintances again. The sad truth is, until his last year at Hogwarts, the twins were always two of the people he enjoyed the most.

"Minerva – Well, Minnie, you outlasted me. I hope you know I love you as you were there for me when I needed you. All those years ago. For this, 10,000 galleons. That should set you up for a nice retirement when you are ready. Unfortunately, you were not there for my godson. So, now let's talk about Harry."

Sirius didn't seem as jovial and he appeared to be struggling with what to say.

"You have failed him on so many levels. For starters, you didn't collect him for the first trip to Diagon Alley. Why? You know how important that first contact is. Nothing against Hagrid, but he really did not know how to bring Harry into our world. Why didn't you step in? He has been targeted and bullied every year at Hogwarts and you never stood up for him. Why? Why did you keep him at arms-length? You had to know how badly he needed someone to care for him. Why did you never tell him about his parents? You were the maid of honour at Euphemia's wedding. You and Dorea were friends. Your husband and Charlus were thick as thieves. Euphemia's only son, James, was your godson. You always said Lily was the daughter you wish you could have had." At this Minerva began crying into her handkerchief. "I don't know what happened to you and your once inspiring courage, but I sincerely hope you find it again."

The image of Sirius paused a moment. He looked pained.

"You were the best teacher I ever had; future generations need you. Don't you realise that with NEWT level potions requirement to be an Auror, Hogwarts is responsible for stacking the Auror office with Slytherin graduates? Haven't you noticed how he gives them preferential treatment?"

"Given the way the Slytherins can act, how many non-Slytherin students would even want to be stuck in a class they're outnumbered in? It's hard to prepare ingredients when you think someone is going to throw something into your cauldron the minute you look away. Seriously, how many potions accidents have occurred with non-Slytherin students that swear their potion was tampered with? And why was he allowed to set the level of NEWT acceptance to an 'Outstanding'? All other NEWT classes require an 'Exceeds Expectations'****."

"Now, consider how Snape is allowing pure blood propaganda and bigotry to run rampant in Slytherin house. Consider how he has been restricting NEWTs in potions to primarily Slytherins and allowing their blood purity bigotry to fester… He is influencing the next generation of law enforcement. You can't be blind enough not to see this. Wake up Minnie, you're almost out of time and your legacy is looking sub-standard. Amelia, are you listening as well? I hope so."

"So, on Harry's behalf, 30 sickles in a replica of the tri-wizard cup. Keep the cup to remind yourself what happens when you fail to look after someone that needs you. This has been the hardest part of my will. Please, Minnie, never think I don't love you."

At this point the image of Sirius pauses and wipes away a few of his own tears.

"Albus, were you listening? You keep saying Voldemort is returning, but you're letting Snape and Malfoy stack the deck before the hand is dealt. I'm curious… What did Snape tell you? Let me guess – I need to treat my Slytherin students better to ensure I have the Dark Lord's trust… I need to raise the standard in potions to an 'Outstanding' to prevent accidents… for safety's sake. Meanwhile Lucius has influenced the Ministry to require all Auror candidates to have a NEWT in Potions. There is no way that is a coincidence. Wake up Old Man! You got lucky last time, but there won't be any little boys to pull you out of the hole you're digging now. Change the laws! You and I both know an auror rarely touches a cauldron! Fire Snape!***** He is not on anyone's side but his own. He is, at best, a double agent ensuring both sides will reward him if they win. At worst, he has decided you don't have what it takes to win and is planning to defect when things get rough. Now listen very carefully, old man, to what I'm about to say, Pacifists. Don't. Win. Wars."

Albus Dumbledore appeared to be considering what he had just heard. His thoughts were spinning in his head 'Could it be true? Has Severus been taking advantage of my trust? Albus planned to re-review the oath he had made Severus take those many years ago to find loopholes. 'If Severus had lost his resolve, he would have spent years looking for any possible way around that oath he could find. One could even argue that the Life Debt he owed James was eliminated in Harry's first year when Severus prevented him from being thrown from his broom by Quirrell. That debt was weak at best, given that James was not just saving him, but was also helping prevent Remus from becoming a wanted murderer. He was also saving Sirius' neck as well. Albus decided this was too much to think about now, he would examine the events and his thoughts when he got back to his office and had his pensieve.'

During the brief pause between readings, Amelia looked over at Dumbledore noting he was lost in thought. He looked sad, almost broken hearted. This was not the defeater of Grindelwald and the champion of the light as so many saw him. This was a teacher past his prime and looking for a way to avoid another war that couldn't be stopped. Susan had confessed how bad things were this year and the last. Amelia knew she would have to step it up and take the reins, Albus may no longer be up to it.

Sirius reappeared and picked up the reading once more.

"Andromeda Tonks, welcome back into the Black family, fully re-instated. Of course, this may be old news… To help you get settled, 50,000 galleons to be paid into your vault immediately. It is the dowry you should have had. In addition, you are offered the role of family Proctor and the title of Lady Black until Harry is 17 years old, then as executor of the accounts until he is 21. If you accept, you will be tasked with preparing him for his new role in society and how to serve as the head of the Black family. For your trouble you will have a monthly stipend of 1000 galleons per month for the duration of your stint as Proxy, then 500 hundred per month for the rest of your life. Yep, you are rich, time to be Lady Black for a while. At least until Harry marries. Oh, given the current climate, either consider moving into Grimmauld Place or updating your wards."

"One small request Andi – if Albus and Minerva are too weak and cowardly to fix the Potions problem at Hogwarts, approach Amelia and offer to help subsidise a Potion tutor to get promising recruits up to NEWT level. That will allow her to bring in 'non-snakes' to the department."

"Nymphadora Tonks, you are also back in the family. You will have full access to the Library and Grimoire. You are awarded 5,000 galleons, plus a flat in Hogsmeade. In addition, you will receive 250 galleons per month – a Black family allowance. Please don't go blowing it all on beer and fire whiskey. Do me another favour, look after both Harry and Remus. One is family and the other is worth looking after."

"Horace Slughorn, you are given 1000 galleons just because you are a greedy GIT and I like you. Plus, I want you to give private tutoring for Harry in potions, expenses paid and managed by Andromeda. Training can go all the way up to NEWT, but the Back vault will pay for a mastery if Harry shows interest. Horace, you have a lot of damage to repair. Snape has poisoned an entire generation of students on potions thanks to Albus and Minerva looking the other way to his abuses."

"In addition, I'd like you to introduce Harry to the right circles and share with him your memories of his mother. You were closer to her than any other teacher except Minerva – and she has already dropped the ball. Harry, give ol' Horace a chance. He's pretty fun… for a Slytherin."

Harry looked around and noticed a large man with a huge mustache watching intently. He glanced over and looked at Harry with a smile. Harry smiled back. That guy was close to his mother? Where had he never heard of him before? The name was awfully familiar.

"Onto the Dursley's. Dudley, keep getting better and stick by Harry, you have grown up a lot this year. Don't regress. You get yourself 20,000 pounds. Buy a car or something. I have faith in you."

Vernon and Petunia, Well, you came around. So, fifty thousand pounds. Keep giving Harry the fisticuff training he's been getting. He's such a gentle boy, I doubt he'll use it… but you never know."

There was a sudden round of uncomfortable laughter. No one would call Harry gentle after today. Harry wondered why Dudley and the Dursley's weren't contacted to attend the reading. Dudley was there more by chance than intent. Were Muggles not allowed in Gringotts?

"Amelia, you are here for two reasons. One, to make sure someone in the DMLE gets to hear my random thoughts and ramblings. Brilliance like mine absolutely needs an audience as large as possible. Two, fix the potions problem. See Andromeda. If you have good applicants that are rejected due to lack of a Potions NEWT, let's try and fix that with tutoring. Goodbye Amelia."

"Arthur and Molly. Arthur, you may be the nicest guy I have ever met. You may even be too nice for your own good. But you've been good for Harry. You've also been a good role model for me to follow as a god father. For your efforts and kindness, 3000 galleons. Take Molly on a big trip. Live it up. Use some of it to buy more muggle gadgets. Never let anyone come between you and your hobbies. Harry, I suspect you can always go to Arthur and Molly if you need them. Arthur, I wish you and your wife peace and happiness."

"Now, the man of the hour. My esteemed godchild, Harry Potter. The rest of my estate all goes to Harry. He will be the head of the Black family on his 17th birthday and will be able to have full access to the vaults on his 21st Birthday. Until then, a stipend of 200 galleons a month plus expenses as the Black head of family, then 500 galleons a month after he turns 17. This is in addition to the Potter trust account. Andromeda will see this through. I know you will be back on a broom soon, so I took the liberty of ordering you a Black Mamba. It's from the same Viper Broom Company in the States that I ordered Ginny's from and it compares nicely to the Firebolt. It's also a company that's funded from the Potter estate… Who knew? One more thing, there is a ban on marriage contracts until he is of age to request one – he will not be forced to be with anyone he does not want to be with. I expect that to be in the Quibbler to discourage… well, you know."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the last will and testament of yours truly. My parting words for Harry, Make good choices. Surround yourself with good people. Let go of your grudges and anger, it won't serve you in the end and you can't take it with you. Oh, and one other thing: Kick Snake Face's Ass!"

"Sirius Black has now… left the building."

The image of Sirius faded with a wink and the lights slowly rose.

Harry felt many emotions. With all the tension finally breaking, Harry broke down in tears. He thought being here and trouncing Draco would make him feel better. Like he had done something for Sirius. Like he had earned his title. But no matter what he did or accomplished; he had still lost his godfather. He was still broken hearted.

Seeing Harry break down, Dudley put his arm around him and whispered, "It's OK, little brother, I got you." Ginny came over too as well. Harry pulled himself together, blew his nose into a handkerchief, and just leaned back. He had a few others come over to see him. Including that Slughorn fellow. Harry smiled politely and got through it all.

—Dance of Death 28—

Grimmauld Place

Two Hours Earlier

Narcissa Malfoy sat quietly in the kitchen. She had been reflecting on the outrageous turn of events at Gringotts. Potter came through for her and Draco as well. She never dreamed he'd do it the way he had, but it was very well executed. As much as she hated seeing her son beaten, it was needed to ensure there would be no reprisals from the traditionalist families supporting the Dark Lord. No one could say he hadn't tried. The trip to St Mungo's would ensure that. Hearing an unusual ruckus, she walked to the back of the house, near the boiler room. There she found a grubby little man wrestling with Kreacher for a necklace of some kind. A thief!

Within moments, Mundungus Fletcher was stunned and in a Body Bind. What kind of a low life robs a home while the owners are at a will reading? She considered punishing him but decided that wasn't her place. She collected the objects he had lifted and, with Kreacher's help, moved them into the Dining room and placed them on the table. She had to give the thief credit; the man had an eye for valuable antiques… That tea serving set was exquisite.

She'd let Potter and Andromeda decide what to do with the miscreant. Looking down at the ancient house elf, she said, "Well Kreacher, look at us. Who would have dreamed you and I would ever find ourselves beholden and in service to a Half-Blood Lord Black?" There was no malice, just calm disbelief. Kreacher had always adored Narcissa. She was, without a doubt, his favorite Black… Although Regulus had come close.

Kreacher chuckled. He seemed exceedingly amused. Incredibly pleased with himself and not at all unhappy with his servitude. That got Narcissa's attention.

"Kreacher, is there something I should know?"

Kreacher nodded his head, then croaked out, "Kreacher cannot say. Lord Arcturus forbids Kreacher from speaking…" She noted how he emphasised the word 'speaking'. He'd found a loophole. The cunning little elf had found a loophole in a command Arcturus had given him!

Kreacher then took Narcissa's hand and led her into the study. On the wall was the Black family tree tapestry. He waddled over and pointed to Potter's name – 'Hadrian Potter Black'. She knew from signing the many contracts after the duel that this was his actual name. It had the markings of a Lord, but it was underlined as well. There was only one other name on the tree that was underlined, and it was from generations ago.

"Kreacher, why is Hadrian's name underlined?" Was this what he was trying to share?

Kreacher looked back, surprised. He scrunched up his face and croaked out, "Them's Mages, not Wizards." But Narcissa could tell that wasn't what he was trying to point out. Still, Potter was a mage? He had used wandless magic in the duel…

"Mistress Narcissa mights be needing these…" He handed her a pair of enchanter's glasses.

Enchanter's glasses were powerful devices, but they were also migraine inducing. The Potter family made the best enchanters' glasses, but they rarely made them for outsiders. These were a Potter design and must have been a gift from Dorea's betrothal. They had the Black family insignia on the side, so she should be able to use them, now that she was somewhat reinstated. She placed them on her face and looked at the tapestry. It shimmered and her eyes began to feel strained.

"Kreacher, what am I looking for?" Narcissa had a close relationship with Kreacher. She knew he cared deeply for her and Draco as well. She was surprised to see him responding so favorably to Potter.

He croaked out, "Mistress musts gaze at the new Lord and adjust the glass." He was so excited, Narcissa wondered if she should get a mat to place under him. What with his age and all…

She looked back at the tapestry. Adjusting the glasses, she saw James and Lily Potter's names appear above his. That's not possible… Evans was a Muggle-born and would not show on the tapestry. Then she noted the branch from her name… leading up to a… different marital union. One never announced or made public. Narcissa suddenly felt a wave of fear wash over her. One of Lily Potter's parents was a Black. Not just any Black… And both of Lily's parents were still alive.

Both were pureblooded and greatly feared. Feared for quite different reasons. But what sent fear up and down her spine was the name of Lily Potter's mother, not her father. Narcissa Malfoy now knew why so many agents and investigators had disappeared. She knew why the assassins Lucius had hired to kill Juliette Prewett had failed. She knew the person who sent her to Hadrian's Gymnasium was not her agent. No wonder he never showed up to be paid.

Narcissa quickly removed the glasses and handed them back to Kreacher. Her eyes felt like they had been manhandled, and a migraine was near. She looked down at Kreacher. No wonder he liked Potter so much.

Kreacher held a finger up to his mouth. "Shhhhhhhhhh. Family secret, can't tell… the Mudbloods."

Narcissa knew what that meant. The Tonk's didn't know. No one knew. She caught movement on the wall and saw Walburga had moved into another painting. She smiled and winked at Narcissa. Her right index finger rising in front of her mouth. She knew… But how had Lily come to live with the Evans? The tapestry showed her parents were legally married… Her name wasn't even really Evans…

And there it was. Hadrian Potter Black is a Mage and a pure blood pedigree. No wonder Walburga loved him so. No wonder Kreacher idolised him. And he's a mage… not a squib. He won the duel with wandless magic… he must be healing. How powerful was he? How powerful would he become?

"Kreacher. Never share this information. Don't even hint at it. This is… enlightening." There. With the word "hint" the loophole was closed. Of course, she wasn't the lord, so it wasn't completely closed. The next three years would be an opportunity. She would make sure the house of Black and the House of Malfoy were aligned. For the first time in months, she thought that maybe... the Dark Lord had met his match. Maybe her family could be free. For the first time in months, she let herself feel something she had almost given up on.

Hope.

—Dance of Death 28—

Grimmauld Place

After the Reading

Andromeda ushered Harry and Dudley into Grimmauld Place. She had her husband and daughter in tow as well. Remus tagged along and stayed close to Tonks. Bill also accompanied them as he wanted to help Harry reset the wards before sending him home to Surrey. Harry planned to open the second floor living area to Draco and Narcissa.

Andromeda was furious when she found out two underage teens had driven from Surrey to London on a rebuilt motorcycle that had never run for more than a few minutes in a garage. A motorcycle neither teen had a licence to drive. She blasted the pair out and sent word to the Dursley's that they were safe. As intelligent as Harry was, he was still just a teenager. Just as prone to bad decisions as any other. So like her own rebellious daughter.

Nymphadora Tonks seemed to enjoy watching them get chewed out. It brought back memories of her own fun filled youth. That is, until she was tasked with returning the motorcycle. Then she was grumbling like Harry and Dudley. Remus eventually volunteered to drive it back. He felt sorry for the teens and for Tonks. It was like being with James and Sirius again, watching their frequently flawed plans fall apart much to their surprise. Bill, on the other hand, thought they deserved it and was still irritated that Harry had deceived him.

Andromeda decided to get a quick dinner at Grimmauld place before calling an executive driving service. Yes, some do work on Boxing Day. They were also going to figure out where Harry would sleep once the Dursley family moved to Boston. The Lord's suite seemed most appropriate, but only of Andromeda didn't want to move in. Andromeda wanted to get a good look before committing.

As they all made their way through the house, Dudley was fascinated by the paintings and décor. He made some comment about it being Halloween year-round… Walburga said nothing but looked at Harry disapprovingly. Harry mouthed 'bodyguard' and she seemed to accept that. Bigoted old painting.

At the dining room table, they found Narcissa with several items strewn about on the table. On the floor was a bound man that Bill and Remus recognised. Andromeda made eye contact with her sister and knew there was more here than meets the eye.

Remus went down to the unconscious man on the floor. "Mundungus…" Looking up at Narcissa he said, "What have you done to him?" It was a threatening accusation.

Narcissa coolly raised one eyebrow. "Lady Black. Heir Black. This man was rooting through your home and had pilfered the objects you see on the table. He is a common thief." The final word was spoken while looking directly at Remus.

Andromeda looked over at Remus and Bill. "Mr. Lupin, Heir Weasley… you know this… miscreant? How did he get past the wards?"

William spoke up, "He's one of Dumbledore's… employees. Sirius granted them access to the first floor."

Andromeda took a deep breath. She was now Lady Black. Harry seemed shocked and surprised, but she knew he was quick to anger. She had to deal with this. "Please inform Headmaster Dumbledore that access to this home needs to be reviewed and discussed. And as of today, none of his employees will be permitted within the home uninvited."

Andromeda couldn't believe Sirius would be so… permissive. He let them inside the house. Without an invitation? She suddenly noticed Harry staring at one of the many items on the table.

Harry couldn't believe one of Dumbledore's worshippers had tried to steal from Sirius' house. He thought he vaguely recognised the man… he looked like one of the spectators when he fought Piers. Harry couldn't help but notice how vile the room smelled. It was awful… he'd smelled it before, too. It was like rotting meat on a hot day. It reminded him of… the diary. Of his own scar… the way it had been before the soul shard was removed. He reluctantly opened his perceptions and realised the foulness was not coming from the thief. It was coming from the table… one of the objects the thief was stealing.

Harry looked up at the gathered members of the house. With a gasp, Andromeda realised his eyes were softly glowing emerald Green. Narcissa seemed to notice as well. He gently spoke, his face was a mixture of revulsion and disgust.

"Bill… I think this necklace… I think it's a Horcrux…"

—Dance of Death 28—

*Multa – Latin for Fine. Penalty. Penalty involving property. (Online-Latin-dictionary)

**After effects of the Tier 1 alliance.

***In this story, Harry never gave the twins the winning galleons from the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

****Unlike Sirius, I absolutely believe an 'Outstanding' should be required for a NEWT in potions as they are making potentially explosive and lethal concoctions. One bad ingredient and 'BOOM'. Snape's problem is he refused to make exceptions. Poor writing can prevent an O even though the practical skill is sufficient.

***** Note that Sirius is not a seer or all knowing. His statements are from his own point of view and are certainly biased. This is especially true with Snape. Snape's problem is that he is a bully and full of bitterness – much of its self-loathing. But make no mistake, he hates Voldemort more than almost anyone. The only possible exception is that he may hate himself more. His main flaw is that he's a terrible teacher and is extremely biased. Exposure to Harry's horcrux magnified his flaws significantly. Also remember, the dark mark is not a simple tattoo. It feeds on negative emotions. With the Diadem in the castle, there is a constant underlying effect. Combined with his mark, it brings out the worst.

(SS) Where you see (SS), it is a quote or a paraphrase from something Draco said in the Sorcerer's Stone (aka. Philosophers Stone).

(CS) Where you see (CS), it is a quote or a paraphrase from something Draco said in the Chamber of Secrets.

He had so many insults, Harry mistakenly thought two of the ones he listed were from first year.

OK, this was a huge chapter. The story has moved very slowly since the graveyard chapter, but it was necessary to really show how the Harry from Casting Shadows became the mage he is. Harry can sense magic, he is a good unarmed fighter (Although Dudley could whoop him), He has solidified his position as the next Lord Black, and he is now tied closer to the Malfoys. I do not want to drag this story on forever, so it will speed up. Truthfully, I never intended it to be this long, it just got legs of its own. I still intend to speed things up and complete this story so I can focus on Casting Shadows. After re-reading my outline for Chimera Rising, I am very eager to get back to that one as well.

Writing this chapter was tough as there are just so many tropes and overused readings of Sirius' will. I tried not to make mine a 'just one more', but it's kind of hard as so many other authors have done such a good job here. I hope it was passable. The fight scene with Draco was so very necessary. It allowed Draco to vent a little on how Harry had snubbed him in their first year. Keep in mind, Ron laughed at his name before Draco insulted him. At that point in the book, Draco had only been polite. Yes, he was spoiled rotten, but he hadn't said anything rude to Harry. Harry's refusing to shake his hand was a serious insult.

A lot of very good stories have been written on what may have happened if Harry hadn't met Ron first. No need to go there now, but Harry and Draco both needed to air their grievances. I tried to write the fight realistically. Harry has been fighting in one way or another most of his life. Draco had probably never been in a real fist fight. Harry trains intensely and with a purpose. Draco… has Crabbe and Goyle.

Yes, there is a connection to Chimera Rising some of you may have picked up on. Both stories exist in the same world, so Lycoris is somewhere out there on the periphery. In the 'Chimera Rising' story, Albus failed to place safety compulsions on Vernon and Petunia, resulting in Harry's physical abuse. Lycoris stepped in. That's the divergence. That and the use of Incarnations. In Chimera Rising, there are also no Incarnations. Meaning Lily isn't in his head at night to give him support when he was small. Hence the need for a mind healer.

Hopefully, no one is too confused. If you are, PM me and I'll try to help.