Godfather and Godson

by Mark Ward1

Sirius Black was always said to be a playboy. What if he taught his godson a bit of his trade. A more mature and savvy boy-who-lived heads off to Hogwarts for his fourth year. (Harry X Multi, Lemons)

11. Eleven

A big announcement, there have been some changes on discord. Been getting a lot of traffic, but no activities so recently I decided to start posting some of my other works there. Some proofreading would be great and discussions about it would be wonderful.

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Chapter 46: Animagus Form

Reading the newspaper the very next day, Harry's eyes raked over all that it contained while Rem continued to pour him so more tea. It was what he expected, all it contained was press releases of what happened yesterday.

There were some articles about the British Minister and how he cowered in the face of danger, plus some more asking if such a man should be our head of the government.

Others were talking about how he revealed Barty jr and some were even going about how he single-handedly apprehended the man after some grand duel.

The most important articles were about the Night attack which took up every portion of the newspapers.

"You know you are not going to learn anything new from that," Lyuba, the Russian Veela spoke up as she spread some strawberry jam on her biscuit. Looking around at the table set outside in the open patio where the wonderful family garden laid right before them as Golden Snidgets flittered about, his eyes ran over the Veela girls he invited to his castle.

They were going to be in Magical Great Britain for a while so he thought why the heck not and asked them if they wanted to crash at his place.

"Well it is a pleasant way to spend the morning," he said with a shrug as he rolled up the papers. "So how long do you girls plan to stay in this wonderful country."

"If there are attacks like yesterday every other day then I am not sure I want my girls to stay any longer than necessary," Alisa stated as she had a worried look on her face as she read her own copy of the newspaper.

"I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my days here with you if every single night was like yesterday," Nika spoke up as a grin spread across her face.

"Me too," Sofia said, "and I am sure Harry with his big strong muscles and potent magic could protect us."

Just then he heard a cough come from below, looking over he saw Tobry standing politely off to the side. "My lord, you have your first meeting of the day."

"Oh, yes," he said as he shoved the rest of his toast into his mouth. Getting up and wiping at his mouth, he gave the Veela a playful wink, and stated, "I will be seeing you all in my room later tonight. How does that sound."

"Sounds wonderful," Christina said with an awkward smile. "I would really love it if you worked me with that magical tongue of yours again~"

"Then we have a deal," he said as he gave them a wave, "feel free to explore the castle grounds."

As the door closed behind them, Tobry turned to look up at him.

"My Lord, are you sure it's wise and prudent to bring in females to the castle?"

"It's no biggie," he said as he waved off the house-elf concerns.

"Are sure?" the small creature asked in a polite tone, but he could feel the underlying tone of doubt.

"They will be here for only a few days, Tobry," Harry said in an exasperated sigh, "so don't get your panties in a bunch."

"If my lord says so," the house-elf said with a bow.

"And don't start bowing to be," he called out as he swung the doors to his office. Sitting there on one of the seats for guests was Livia, getting up when she saw him walk in she respectfully included her head to him as he walked around to the front of his desk.

"So do I take it you have good news?" he asked with bated breath. This had to be the reason why she had came all the way here and left her work behind.

"Yes, the mirror phones are up and ready, Sir. They can begin to be immediately sold commercially."

"Great," he exclaimed as he finally let his exuberance out. This was the news he was waiting for all summer. "Let me see it," he said as he held out his hand.

Digging into her pocket she took out a rectangular shaped mirror as thick as the width of his fingernails and had an inner rainbow-colored sheen. On the back of it was a mirror shard logo with a large golden P inscribed it in. It felt fragile in his hand thanks to it being glass, but he knew thanks to the Rainbow Crystalline Sands that Livia used it was as hard as bricks plus could take on numerous enchantments.

Turning it on, he was introduced to the interface he helped design, it had a more magical oriented feel as he thought what the heck, he was in a magical world after all.

There were a few applications he mandated should be in the mirror phone from the get-go, of course, there was the Phone then the Message, Calculator, Calendar, Camera, Clock, Maps, Notes, and other small things that could help from the day to day. The most import, however, was the Mirror store which had a coming soon, this was where they would be making the big bucks.

"Looks good," he said as he passed her the phone back.

She shook her head and answered, "that one is for you Sir. You can keep it."

"So for how much do you plan on selling it for?" Tobry asked as he was looking over another mirror phone that Livia gave him.

"There will be two phones we will be selling," Harry answered, "this one, the Mirror Phone 1 and the Mirror Phone 1 Plus."

"So what will this Plus entitle?" Livia asked as she would obviously be the one doing all the work.

"It will be bigger," he simply said.

"And you think this would sell at all?" Tobry asked in confusion. "I won't deny this Mirror Phone is miraculous, but what would people get out of a bigger one?"

"The bigger it is, the better it is," Harry said with a shrug, "anyways this is just product placement."

"Okay, how much do you plan on selling them?" the house-elf continued.

"16 a pop for the Mirror Phone 1 and the Mirror Phone 1 Plus make it 25 Galleon."

"That is asking for a lot," Livia stated, "it like you are selling a high end wand."

"I know," Harry said as he tried to calm them down, "but you all know how revolutionary this product is. I won't doubt for a second that people will be lining up for days when they find out how great it is. For that, I want you to place my face all over it, it should get some interested and then word of mouth will spread."

"Now," he said, "we need to start looking to our future. Once this is out and people find out that the Golden Wiziding Tower invented this I want you to start hiring established magic researchers. We will be expanding out product line with Mirror tablets, Mirror Telly, Mirror Computer, Mirror gaming Console, and so much more. I want to take over this untapped sector all for myself."

"What is a telly or a com-potar," Livia asked as she clearly could not make heads or tales on the matter.

"You will soon find out," he said.

[A/N: If you are wondering, Hary already sunk millions of Galleons into the phone so factories and stores are already being set up.]

Hearing soft polite knocking coming from his door, he shouted, "Come in," and then Rem stuck her head inside.

"Your guest is here, Master."

Nodding his head as he set aside the paperwork he was doing so the Mirror Phone could sell smoothly, "let her in."

Just then, the reporter he met at the World Cup, Rita Skeeter walked into his office. Greeting him, he pointed to a chair and said, "have a seat."

Doing as told, he could see the eager look on her face as she already had her note pad out and magic quill.

"Put that away," he said as he pointed to Quick Quotes Quill. Looking surprised and a bit affronted, he ignored her looks and continue don, "you write what I say, every single word of it."

"I am a professional reporter, I do not write whatever which a person fancies," she stated as she tried to look hard in her ways as she could be.

"Well, you will," he said with a shrug, "if you want this interview."

As a stormy look passed over her face, she snarled, "If you think for a moment that you will force me to comply by your ways then you are sorely mistaken. I will go ahead and write my own opinion of you. Thank you very much."

"SIT," he growled as an oppressive feeling enveloped the room, using a trick Sirius showed him in turning his magic into an aura. "Don't think I do not know what you are Rita, I have read some of your so-called news, and let me just say I was disgusted.

Before you think that you can write your so-called truths about me, you will be promptly fired from the Daily Prophet and your licenses ruined. News Flash I own over a quarter of the Daily Prophet and I will make it so that you will never, ever report a single thing for the rest of your life.

Oh," he added as if in as an after thought, "I will also make sure you spend a long time in Azkaban for your illegal Animagus Form."

"How..." she said as her hand went to her gaping mouth.

"You don't need to know that," he said as his eyes flashed back to normal from their glowing blue showing that he just used Magic Sight.

"Now I would like an Unbreakable Vow from you if you don't mind, to keep all my secrets and whatnot."

Swallowing on the lump in her throat he could see the sweat on her forehead and the nerve tick in her fingers. "Wil you do the same for me?"

Looking at her as if she was an idiot, he asked, "Why would I do that? I have all the cards here, and I want this hanging over your head. Ever displease me, and its out there. Now you have free choice and could just walk out of here, if you want," he said with a wide grin.

Staring at him for a long while, she finally uttered, "You're no hero, you're a Monster!"

"I can live with that," he said with a shrug, "now my vow if you would or you could walk out of here. Its your choice," he said but knew she had none, she would be his ever faithful little beetle for the rest of her life.

Giving the Vow grudgingly, she said with a smile, "Anyways, you don't have to worry your little self, this interview will be quite interesting without your muddling of the facts."

"So what has you in a slump?" Harry asked as he saw the look on his godfather's face. Ever since he arrived today for his training, he looked like he was in a down mood, Harry did not want to comment on it at first but once he saw his attitude getting in the way of training he called a stop to it.

"Amelia Bones found out how I really was in my Yankee persona," he said with a sigh.

"Seeing as you here and not in Azkaban, that must mean she believes you right, or did you have to battle it out to get away?" he asked in an unsure tone. The woman used to be his fiance before he wrongfully got locked up, with her being of the fairer sex, he wasn't sure how she would have reacted. Women were so strange and far apart from men.

Till now he did not even know the milo drama of why Tonks rejected him then came back into his arms, no he did know why she did that, but still he could make heads or tails about them.

"She believed me and will help get my case on to the floor of the Wizengamot," he said with another sigh.

"That good," he declared, then looking up at the older wizard he asked in confusion. "Why do you look like you are still down in your luck?"

"You wouldn't understand," he stated," it's just grown up stuff."

"Oh come on," he said in an indignant voice, "don't give me that nonsense, Sirius. I am always there for you, so you can lean on my shoulder and talk about what you want. You are always reminiscing of the good old days with me."

Turning to look at him, he declared, "Fine," then as if in a flood, "it's just that she was so cold, I thought when she understood everything was a misunderstanding, things would return to normal. But now they are far from it."

Rubbing his forehead, Harry wondered to himself why he stepped into this landmine, he was supposed to be the expert in all things women. But he did say he would help, and help he would, "maybe she just needs time, you know. She just had her world slipped upside down, I am surprised she did not collapse on the spot."

"That does make sense," Sirius said as he rubbed at his chin, but she was too detached. There must be something else at work."

"Like what?" he said with an eye roll, "another man."

Spinning around to face him, the Black wizard shook him like a rag doll, "that it! It explains everything. That why she did not want me to get close and why she decided to help- must have been feeling guilty as hell."

"Hey, hey, I did not mean it," Harry tried to get through him, but the man wasn't listing as he spun out on wild idea after the other.

"I have to get her back," he finally said as he smacked down on his palm. Turning back to face him, he asked, "you know Amelia niece right."

"Susan?" he asked as he decided to play along, anything to get him out of his funk.

"Yes, that it, now can you try to find out anything from here."

"Can't do that until I go back to Hogwarts, but when I do, I will unearth all the secrets I can."

"That fine," he said, "until then I will have to plan."

"Hopefully not murder," he said as he watched the man.

"Yes, yes, yes," he said, "that would be too good," he muttered.

Shaking his head, Harry headed up for his daily meditation to find his true magical animagus form, leaving the man to his wild, crazy plans.

These last couple of days, Harry felt that he was really close to finding his animagus form, but somehow it just kept on eluding him.

Today, however, no matter what he will find that elusive no matter what.

Taking in a deep breath to calm himself, he found his inner peace and just sat there for a long while doing nothing, saying nothing, and not moving a single muscle.

Suddenly from deep within he saw the tail end of a mysterious creature, it was like a long thick rope with scales near that of Black onyx metal plating, and a ridge of spiky plates.

Chasing after it in his mindscape, he kept on trying to get a hold of the tail but it swished and swayed evading his grasp. Finally getting tired of this bullshit, he jump at it and clung to it like a tiny tick.

Climbing up the tail and onto the dorsal plating as he could feel the heat underneath the creature's strong metal-like hide, he saw two powerful hind legs spiked with razor sharp claws at the end. Continuing his long climb, he reached the spin of the mysterious creature where he could see a pair of massive wings that seem to envelop everything under the heaven.

Still not know what his animagus form truly was, he went to the massive head of the creature as the billowing winds beat against him.

Grabbing hold of one of the massive demon-like horns that were as big as him, he gazed up at the setting sun and the clouds passing by. It was a wonderful view, however, he had a mystery to uncover.

Slowly and very carefully he slid to the creature's snout and stood right before its eyes, the massive thing went cross eyed as it stared at him with its deep pools of dark slits. Reaching up with its front paws, it tried to bat him away like an annoying insect but Harry quickly dodged away.

Snorting in annoyance as steam rose up from its nostril, he wasn't giving up until he fully understood what this thing was. It looked kind of draconic, but it was nothing like any dragon he read about.

Firstly it was too fucking massive just like the Royal Gryphon and even then it had a few extra meters on them. Plus it had 2 pairs of legs and wings unlike dragons who have one pair of legs and wings.

"What are you?" he asked as he wanted to shake it for answers.

Then as if magically knowing, because why not, he uttered, "A Great Black Wyrm!"

With a great big ROAR that shook the heavens themselves, he sent falling from the Wyrm's snout thanks to the vibrations of the noise that shook him to his bones. Falling, falling, he stared up at the colossal which stared back at him, all he could do to describe the creature was majestic and breathtaking with a hint of very dark.

Then he was awake with a start!

Taking deep breaths to calm his racing hearts, he was up on his feet in exuberance and celebration like no other.

Finally, he knew his animagus form, a Great Black Wyrm!

Chapter 47: Solicitor

Banking left towards the family manor, Harry gave a loud roar to Sunchaser in his animagus form of the Great Black Wyrm. Sunchaser returned the cry as it nodded its massive head in goodbye then flew up towards the Roost.

Beating his massive wings downward as he sent up a small hurricane, he shifted back into his human form then touched down on the courtyard in a superhero landing.

Rearranging their clothing, Sirius and Tobry came up to him, "I still can not believe that your animagus form is that of a True Dragon!" Sirius stated, "I am sooo jealous."

Hearing about him describe the ancient race of True Dragons called Wyrm when he told him about his animagus form, Harry was ever so fascinated. True Dragons were an intelligent race of much more superior dragons that have delved deep into the inner working of magic.

You won't find them around in the world since most of them live their lives out in their dens, but during the Age of Legends and Myth they were a predominant force on this world. Now they have fallen to the wayside as fairy tales and myth, no wizard or witch could even prove their existence until now.

"What can I say," Harry answered with a shrug, "I am just that fucking awesome."

"You mean lucky, right," his godfather said as he elbowed him.

"Luck and awesomeness go hand in hand," Harry said with haughtiness as he had his nose up in the air, "there is no need to differentiate the both of them. Anyways," he said as he turned his look to the older wizard, "you should try to bask in my awesome glory, maybe some of it will rub off on you!"

"Oh-ho-ho," Sirius said with a deep, dark chuckle that didn't sound the most friendliest of sort, "so getting arrogant of yourself, huh?"

Taming it down, he respectfully answered with a bow, "I forget my place, Oh Great Lord, please have mercy on this lowly one!"

"That what I thought," Sirius said as this time it was him with his nose up in the air.

Unable to hold it back anymore, they both broke into laughter as they slapped their knees and had tears coming down their eyes. Tobry just stared up at them as if they were little echildren while he had a rolled up newspaper under his armpit. "If you are done," the house-elf called out respectfully.

"Yes, what it is, Tobry," Harry asked once he collected himself.

"This came in," he said as he handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet. Reading over it, he saw captions all about him, especially his childhood.

'Boy-who-lived living with abusive muggles!'

'Today, I Rita Skeeter the most trusty reporter in the Magical British Isles, come with the most shocking news! Harry James Potter, new Lord of House Potter was not living the fanciful life we have imagined...'

From there it continued to talk about his time with the Dursleys and all the abuse he suffered at their hands.

'You may be wondering how did our young hero end up in such an abusive home when so many fine upstanding citizens of Magical Great Britain ould have taken him in and raised him in a cared for home. All fingers point to a wizard we all know and respected, Albus Dumbledore!'

'I have gained exclusive insight into what happened the day the Potter family was brutally massacred by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.'

'Speaking to Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts and Professor of Care of Magical Creatures, who was there that night, here is what he has to say...'

Even though Harry hated himself for using the gentle half-giant like this he needed Dumbledore's true colors to be shown and the public to start doubting him. So this was the only play he could make.

'So Mr. Hagrid could you please tell us what happened that faithful night?'

'Yes, one nicht Professor Dumbledore had me go tae th' Potter Home tae rescue young Harry Potter efter baith James and Lily were... -Snif- murrdad.'

'How did Albus Dumbledore know that the Potters were murdered?'

'I dah not know, but thes is Professor Dumbledore yer are talkin' a bit.'

'Okay, please continue then.'

'When I got there, th' Potter home was in ruins both Lily an' James were lying there... deid an' little Harry was crying in his crib. Then Sirius arrived...'

'You mean Sirius Black!'

'Aye, though I did nae know he was a Death Eater, if I did...'

'But why? If he betrayed the Potters wouldn't he have run away?'

'I don't know an' he was th' one who gae me his flyin' motorcycle tae deliver Harry tae Professor Dumbledore while he said he would be going efter a traitor. 'at was mighty weird now 'at I think on it.'

'So you deliver Harry into the hands of Professor Dumbledore?'

'Aye, to both Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were little Harry would be living with th' Dursley.'

'Tell me about the Dursleys!'

'They were muggles, an' I don't hate muggles but these were th' kind who hated magic. But Professor Dumbledore said they were his last remainin' family, an' he always knows best!'

'So were you ever able to visit Harry to check up on him and see how he was doing?'

'Nae, I really did want tae, but Professor Dumbledore forbid it. However, I was given th' task of introducin' him to th' wizarding world!'

'Really?'

'Yes, it was such a high honor, 'at Professor Dumbledore gae me.'

'What sort of feeling did you get from them?'

'They did try tae stop young Harry frae going to Hogwarts, spewing nonsense 'at he won't be learning about magic and all that, but I quickly shut 'at down.'

'Thank You, Mr. Rubeus, that would be all.'

'So as you can see readers, Albus Dumbledore was the one who sent Harry Potter, our young hero to such an abusive home. And he was the one that prevented anyone from visiting him. It all makes us wonder why? What motives did such a well-respected wizard have to do all this? These are all the questions we must ask ourselves.'

'Tune in next time to read about an interview with Harry Potter, himself as he talked about his time with the Dursley's. After that, we will explore his treacherous and difficult time at Hogwarts.'

"Yeah, it all the truth," Harry said with a shrug as he looked at more articles calling to Dumbledore facing trial.

"But how could this me possible!?" the house-elf nearly screamed as all cool and collectedness was gone. Harry just relieved he never told Tobry his childhood, so this must be a shock him that his lord and liege suffered through all this.

"It's alright, Tobry," he tried to comfort the house-elf, "it's all in the past behind me."

"Yes," Sirius growled as his grey eyes transformed into deep black pool for a brief moment, "and Gorkit and Barnott promised me that they have dealt with them in a very satisfying way."

"I have truly... f-failed my master and mistress," the house-elf muttered to himself.

"Hey, that not true," Harry cut in, "my grandfather and grandmother would have been proud for all you have done for me."

Not looking as if those words sunk in, the house-elf simply said, "I will need time to process this, my lord."

Reaching out as he tried to grab ahold of the house-elf as he walked away, Sirius stopped him and silently shook his head. "He needs time to process it all."

Sighing, Harry nodded his head and blankly said, "Alright let's go."

Appearing in Diagon Alley, Harry cast a powerful notice-me-not charm as he powerful a butt load of magic into it. Nodding his head, Sirius could still notice him as he was in the zone of the spell then he chucked down his polyjuice potion turning into his Yankee form.

Walking down the busy streets nobody paid him any attention and he sighed a breath of relief. If it hadn't worked then countless people would have been surrounding him already.

Talking in the rights, he always enjoyed coming here even if it was always crowded with people. In the distance, he spotted a pristine building were people were lining up in long rows, seeing the Mirror shard Logo with the P inside of it, he knew what the store was.

Mirror selling his Mirror phones. They must be selling like hotcakes if they are getting some real good traffic like that.

Coming up to a building with a sign that read Tonks law agency! He walked into the door alongside Sirius, the plate looked kind of empty with no business at but he just shrugged his shoulder and carried on. Uncasting the notice-me-not charm, he greeted the lady sitting on the front desk with a pleasant smile.

"Hi, I am looking for Mr. Tonks, we have an appointment with him."

"Oh, let me see," she said as she glanced over her parchments. "Mr. Andrew, correct, for 9 a.m."

"Yes," Sirius nodded his head.

"Great just walk ahead and you will see his office."

"Thank you," Harry said with a nod as they continued along.

Immediately reaching the door, they knocked politely and heard a muffled voice say, "Come in!"

Walking in, they were greeted to the sight of a man in a muggle suit with ties and all, hurriedly wiping away at his mouth as he put away his english muffin. "Clients that something we do not get most often," he muttered under his breath.

Then putting on a pleasant smile, he said, "Hello, and welcome to Tonks law agency!"

"What did you forget, Ed, Dromeda sent me today?"

"Is that you Sirius?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes, remember I wanted you to handle this issue of Harry's unlawful use of his name and image."

"Yes, yes," he said, then looking at Harry up and down, he whispered, "blimey, Harry Potter in my own office!" Clearing his throat when he saw the slight eyebrow raise from both of them, the man turned to his desk and dig around for a while until he pulled out a file with his name.

Seating it down before them, Harry noticed how god damn big it was, "I have been looking into all the companies and people who have been using you, and I must say its a lot. I don't think we can ever go against all of them, but if we go after the big fishes, it will..."

"Scare of the rest," Harry finished for him, seeing his plan already. "That sounds good to me."

"Yeah," Sirius agreed, "and those small contenders selling your shirts and mugs will your face will only increase your image and recognition."

"What don't you think my fame is already too much?" Harry asked.

"No, it never hearts to be a house hold name when one day you might need all the help you can. Plus I trust it won't get to your head."

"I am truly hearted with all the faith you placed in me!" Harry mockingly said with utmost sincerity.

Shaking his head, Sirius turned back to Mr. Tonks and asked, "So how much will you be trying to get from them?"

"I will try to make them give back 15 to 20% of what they earned during the past decade," the man said.

"What!" Harry shouted, "so we are just going to let them have over 80 % for free?!"

"You must understand," the man said, "they most likely spent this money so it will be a miracle if we can collect. And I would advise that you charge a 40 to 50% fee from now on out instead of shutting them down."

"Sounds like a plan," Sirius said, "that damage is done."

"Now," the man continued, "the biggest issue we will face is their defence. They will most likely go for how rich you are thanks to the Mirror phone especially," he said as he presented his own.

"So they will call you greedy, and might have some folk on their side."

"Ha," Harry chuckled, "tell the newspapers that the money will be donated to orphans and children that suffered from the war like me. Plus some for Werewolf and Vampire cure research! Let's see who will be on their side then."

Barking out a loud laugh, Sirius smacked him on the back, "Now that what I am talking about. Turn their own agreements against them. Let's see who is truly more greedy!"

"Now," Harry said, "about your payment. I will pay you 100,000 Galleons off the bat and for every person you go after I will pay the 10,000 Galleons."

Coughing in surprise as he must have choked on his own spittle, the man said, "WHAT!"

"Think nothing of it, Mr. Tonks, I am swinging in gold and you deserve it if you bring these motherfuckers that think they could do what they wish with my name and face! Plus you can get the name recognition and I am sure a lot more people will walk through your door, no matter if you are a Muggle-born wizard. This will be the crack down of the century!"

"Is it weird we are here a second time," Harry asked as they walked into the doors of Gringotts Bank! The place was same old, same old with hundreds of goblin tellers sitting on hand with different tasks.

They were greeted politely this time by a young goblin who was waiting for their arrival. "Gorkit is waiting for you, Master Black."

"Lead on," Sirius said with a nod.

Soon they were at the Gorkit office where Barnott was surprisingly there as well.

"Finally came to take the Lordship Ring?" the grumpy goblin asked before any pleasantly.

"Yes, give it here," Sirius said as he took the open box with a pitch black ring on top of a pillow. Not even blinking, he put it on and the ring morphed to fit his ring finger.

"There," he said, "are you happy now."

"Very much so," the goblin said without a bulk. "Traditions must be kept, and a lord needs his ring to prove himself."

"Yeah, yeah," Sirius said, "now before you began with all the tedious stuff, is the Blood adoption ritual ready."

"Yes, I can lead you to the ritual room anytime you want."

"Okay," Sirius nodded, "now shh, I must have a private word with my godson!"

Not even blinking at being kicked out of his own office, Sirius let out a long sigh once just the two of them were left in the room. Walking up to the alcohol cabinet, he poured himself a tumbler then swallowed it down in a gulp.

Pouring himself another, he turned to Harry and asked, "you want one?"

"You do know you are asking a kid, right?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow and a surprised chuckle.

"When I was your age, I would always sneak in a drink, so I know you kids."

"Fine, give me something light."

"So," Sirius began as he cleared his throat for the dozenth time. "I know we haven't talked about this in detail, but I want to do a Blood adoption ritual with you."

"Alright sure," Harry said with a shrug.

Looking at him, the man said, "I don't think you understand what that entitles."

"Yeah, I do," Harry said, "I will become your heir. Next lord for the Black family."

"No," Sirius said with a shrug, "You will become my son in ever fact of the matter. You will be Harry Potter-Black."

"I understand, I am ready to do it."

"I... you..." Sirius still stuttered like a little girl.

"What?" Harry asked, "you think you would be stealing this from my father?"

"No... I just..."

"Its alright," Harry said, "you have been more to me a father then mine could ever be since you know, he is dead. I know that sounds cold hearted, but it's the truth. And I know, my dad would be happy that you would raise me in his place."

Shaking his head, Sirius swallowed the rest of his drink and asked, "when did you get so wise."

"Who know maybe I had someone helping become who I truly am."

"Alright, let's do it," the older wizard called out.

"So from the scale, 1 to 10, how painful will this be?" Harry asked the goblin with the sharp looking Athame in his hands.

"Be prepared," the goblin simply answered as it nicked some blood from Sirius.

Suddenly the cloaked goblins surrounding them began to chant out loud, slowly he could see Sirius's blood dripping on to the center of the circle.

Drip, drip, drip.

Then once their was a small pool of Sirius blood, the goblins cant suddenly rouse in a octave as the blood turned to a red mist that rouse up into the air.

Before he knew it the red mist went for him as it went down his nostrils, his ears, under his eyelids, and his gaping mouth.

Trying to breathe, he was suffocating under this cloud and felt like he would die at any moment.

Then as if in sudden relief, he could breathe and took in a deep gulp as he fell to the ground. Coughing and spitting as he tried to get rid of that sensation, he cursed the goblins for the hundredth time in his head.

Who just told someone be prepared, why couldn't they have said don't choke!

Coming to his side, Sirius asked, "Are you alright?"

Nodding his head in acquiescence, one of the goblin casters walked up to them and simply said, "That will come out to be 840 Galleons."

"Are you sure you guys aren't highway men?" Sirius asked with a whistle at the price.

Giving him a savage grin, the goblin said nothing more, "Just take it out of my vault," the man said as he helped him get up.

"I don't feel different," Harry called out, "are you sure this ritual worked."

"Look in a mirror," the goblin simply answered.

Chapter 48: Family Vaults

Looking at himself in the mirror phone with the camera mood, he checked himself up and down. There have been some changes in him, his hair for one was like midnight black as if it wanted to suck up all the light.

His high cheekbones were more prominent as if he was a snobbish noble man, his eyes were the thankfully same, showing that he was still his mother's boy, but they were more sharper as if you were staring at a predator.

Plus some more differences here and there, bringing out his Black family features he got from his grandmother. He really did look like a mix between the two houses of Black and Potter!

"Well now you can say you have some of my killer looks," Sirius commented from off to the side.

Putting down his master phone, he came back to the here and now, before them were a much of paperwork making him Sirius legal heir and son. In his left hand was the Heir ring

"Yeah," Harry said, "I guess I can talk more comfort in the fact that I am more girly."

"More girly," Sirius called out in an affronted tone, "I would have you know that, us, Black men are at the height of male masculinity!"

Clearing his throat, Barnott spoke up, "Master Potter-Black, if I can introduce you to your new family account managers."

"This is Farnuff," he pointed to a chipper looking goblin, "he will be the Peverell family account manager."

"Hi," that goblin said as he briskly shook his hand, "it would be an honor to work with you, Master Potter-Black!"

"This is Nadluk," he said as he bulky goblin stepped forward, " he will be the Gryfindor family account manager."

"Greetings," the goblin said as he gave him a firm handshake.

"This is Lugia," he said as this time it was a female goblin who greeted him which came to him as a total surprise. "She will be the Ravenclaw family account manager."

"Lastly we have here Eargras," he indicated a dour-looking goblin which could have been Gorkit younger brother. "he will be the Slytherin family account manager."

"Nice to meet you all," Harry nodded to them each in turn.

"If all the niceties are done," Gorkit voiced in his usual tone, "we have business to attend to! Now," he stated as he passed Sirius some documents, "these are all the assets your family has with us."

House Black

Title: Earls of Suffolk

Vassals: House Albert(Baron), House Neil(Knight), House Abacus(Knight)

Total Assets: 23,154,813 Galleons, 90,072,150 Sickles, 719,548,337 Knut

"Now," Gorkit said, "your family is slowly recovering now that you have reopened your shops, farms, greenhouse, and factories for business which is good. I can see in 4 to 5 years you will be back to where you were at before the Voldermort War."

"That good," Sirus said, "not caring one wit, what about the other house Harry has lordship to. We haven't seen those."

"You can discuss it with them," Gorkit said as he gave the floor to the other goblins.

"Yes," Farnuff began, "sadly most of the properties have declined throughout the years with nobody looking after them and have become nothing more than ruins. The shares have mostly all collapsed and the patents haven't been renewed so they are public property now."

"So what's the good news in all this?" Harry asked as it was looking more and more like he was inheriting just a title.

"The good news is," the goblin answered as he showed him some documents on the Peverell family assets, "most of the family gold remains, and of course there is the family vault with countless treasures collected through the ages and the family grimoire."

House Peverell

Title: Marquess of Hertford

Vassals: House Warwickshire(Viscount), House Hilton(Baron), House Cousley(Baron), House Lodge(Knight) House Watley(Knight)

Total Assets: 67,987,342 Galleons, 377,072,100 Sickles, 2,999,748,837 Knut

"That good," Harry said as he looked over everything, the greater amount of money made up for the missing shares and patents. Nevertheless, he knew he would have to sink in a whole lot of money to bring back any of these families to where they used to be in their glory days.

"Is it same with the other families?" he asked the account managers of the three Duke houses even though he knew it was a definite yes.

"To a varying degree," Lugia answered as she pulled up her spectacles, "I would even say even much more worse state. You should know during those times, the goblin nation was quite... unsatisfied, if you would, with its position in the wizarding world."

"You mean rebellious," Sirius snorted out as he couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Say what you would," the female goblin continued, "but the banks did not have that many patrons as it has today."

"So," Nadluk picked up with, "the three Great Houses you have lordship to, did not put much of their wealth or treasures into Gringotts."

"Give it to me straight," Harry said with a weary sigh, "what am I looking at here?"

"A couple million Galleons spread out to each house," Eargras answered.

"What do you mean you have pennies in your vaults?" Harry asked with a snort. "That's the total wealth of the Potter house, a so-called couple million Galleons."

"Yes, that is true," Lugia said, "but you should remember we are talking about families that can trace their line as face back as King Arthur time and even further than that. The total wealth in their vaults is just a fraction of what we believe they have."

"Yes, the lion share of their gold must be hidden throughout the whole world and secreted away."

"Sounds to me like a treasure hunt," Sirius said as he gave Harry a pat on the shoulder.

"Great," Harry said with a sigh of resignation, "why couldn't they just have made it easy for me."

"Well nothing ever worthwhile is easy to obtain," Sirius dispensed some of his wisdom, however, Harry could see he was more interested in the prospect of a treasure hunt.

"So, Barnott how are things looking on your end?"

"Great, Master Potter-Black, I just knew your product would be a success, you are racking in thousands upon thousands of Galleons each day."

Looking at the goblin, he was sure he remembered something else, but made no comment.

"Gringotts would be interested in buying a few thousand of your mirror phones in bulk."

"We are running short on Rainbow Crystalline Sands so if you can connect me to a good provider, plus we need more enchanters, and we need people to continue to develop our arithmancy network. I am sure I can give you guys a good discount."

"You have a deal them, Master Potter-Black," Barnott declared. "Plus I have some good news, I was able to collect all the bounties on Voldermort which rightfully belonged to you."

"Really?" Harry asked in surprise as he did not expect this sort of glad tiding.

"Yes, there have been 27 counties, 57 organizations and businesses, 143 families that posted a wild variety of bounties on him. The largest one which is from your very own Ministry with 3 million Galleons."

"You deserve it," Sirius said as he patted him on the back, knowing his thoughts, "it's the least the world can do for you after defeating him."

"Yeah, I guess you are right," Harry nodded his head as he recalled all the thwarted the madman, preventing his rise and restarting his reign of terror on the country.

"Well I have two things I want to take care of," Harry said as the goblin nodded along and listened up. "One is that I defeated a thousand-year-old basilisk and by right of conquest I want to claim its corpse."

Gaping like a fish when he heard what Harry said, he repeated, "did you say a thousand-year-old basilisk?"

"Yep, it's down in the tunnels underneath Hogwarts which falls beyond the territory of the school so you can pick it apart on my behalf."

"Gringotts Bank will like to buy it off from you," Gorkit immediately said.

Remembering how warrior-like their race has been, he could understand their want for such a mighty beast plus the corpse of the basilisk was lucrative as each part of it was worth its weight in gold.

"Sure," Harry said with a shrug as it did not matter to him who took it off his hand if they were willing to pay top price. "However, I will like a portion of it set aside for me, and to be worked by the best enchanters you have."

"Oh, you aren't thinking what I am thinking?" Sirius asked.

"Awesome battle robes?" Harry asked as he wanted a one for his own ever since he saw the Commander in his own made from a legendary creature he killed long ago. "Hell yeah!"

"Deal," the goblin answered.

"Plus I want to its head so that I can mount it on my wall

Looking hesitant, the goblin finally acquiesced, "I will honor that, young warrior," he said with a nod as for the first time he saw something in his face than his frumpy one.

"Great, and on the final note," Harry said as he got up from his seat. "If you would, please make room," he said to the goblins as he had his lordship ring held out.

Doing as told, Harry used the spacial storing function of the ring and suddenly it was as if a wave was unleashed. Gold flooded every part of the room as it raised them a few feet up to the ceiling.

"That's all the gold I got from the Griffions of the Roost, a little home welcoming gift of there if you would."

"Couldn't you have done this anywhere else?" Gorkit grumbled, "like in your vaults?"

"Yeah, it would be great if you can help me get into contact with some people that sell prime meat, running a bit low on that in the Roost," Harry said as they continued to discuss business along the way.

Right now they were taking the carts and were heading very deep into the tunnels of the bank. He was pretty sure he passed the upper vaults were his school funds vault was at long ago. Presently they were speeding past dark shadows of powerful guardians that protected the place, and he could make out runes of traps set about.

It was obvious that you were not going to get here without a scratch.

"Here we are," Barnott said as they finally came to a stop in front of a vault with a large golden P inscribed into it. The Potter family Vault!

This was different from the family money vault which held all the gold his family had to their name. This was where all the family treasures and magical items were stored. This vault is what defined a family, it was more precious than anything else!

Stepping forward, the goblin inserted its own key then started deactivating the wards which took a long while. "If you would," the goblin said as he allowed him to step forward, "a bit of your blood."

Coming up to the large doors, Harry took out a ritual dagger from his coat pocket and sliced his hand, smearing his blood on the door. Immediately, the cut was already knitting stitch thanks to his enhanced healing.

"Then present your lordship ring," the goblin said.

Doing as told, he held out the ring and the door slowly swung open.

Without a word, he stepped into the vault and his breath was taken away, the place was just spectacular. There were shelves upon shelves of countless strange and magical items that he did not even know what they were or could do.

There were small and large chest laying about, cracking a few open he saw gem and jewels glittering about. There were wonderful paintings of beautiful landscapes that some to be alive and moving pictures of great battles sung out in the painting.

There were statues of magnificent beasts and bewildering beings. Books abound that contained powerful secret knowdgle. Potions that glowered with their powerful magic.

Magical swords and scepters, bejeweled armor and helmets, endless wands and great staffs, large rubies and sapphires.

And the list just went on and on as he just tried to process the sheer wealth of all this but couldn't even come up with a number since all of this was priceless. No wonder the family vault was so much more well regarded than the money vault, the two of them couldn't even compare.

He knew it sounded weird, but one was like having a homeless man and the other a true king.

Catching a glance of a large book laid out in the middle of the room on top of a stand, he made his way over to him.

Touching the cover which was made of a mysterious creature, Sirius called out, "so, found the family grimoire, huh?"

"So this is it?' Harry asked reverently as he ran his hand over the large golden P.

"Yep, contains all the spells that your family compiled throughout the years and deemed fit to go into this book."

"Its pretty large," Harry said as just from racking his eyes over out could count thousands of pages, "are you sure there is more room for the coming generation?"

"Everything you want to write a spell, a new page will be ready for you. So don't worry, you will never run out of room."

"Ha," Harry chuckled in amusement at the thought of one of his descendent to come carrying around a 10,000 page or even 100,000-page book.

'is it alright if I take it with me?" Harry asked, unsure if he was able to take such a valuable item from here.

"It's yours," Barnott answered with a shrug, 'you may do with as you please. And if you are worried about it being stolen from you, don't be, no one can read it except for those with the blood of the Potter family. Plus it has powerful wards protecting against theft and the like."

"That sounds good," Harry said as he stored the book into his Lordship ring, he will be sending long nights with this little bad baby. Just imagining what kinds of spells he could learn made him start drooling.

"Ready to go to the next vault?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah," Harry answered, he would need to be back to this place after he had taken inventory of all the items and treasures it contained. He had no idea what to take with him except for the family grimoire.

Everything here was so wondrous and strange, he could literally spend a lifetime down here if he wanted testing and seeing the whole shebang.

Looking back at the vault one last time as it closed behind him, he was sure he was going to be back!

[A/N: Comment below with your ideas of what Harry should pick up from the family vault!]

After the Potter vaults, it was to the Peverell, this one was like the Potter vaults on steroids with even more magical items and treasures inside it. However, surprise, surprise there was no family grimoire in the vault.

It seem like it was never brought back here, with a sigh Harry knew he would have to track it down, adding to his growing list.

Then it was to the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin vaults just as the account manages said there wasn't much here with only a few items lying about and of course not the family grimoires.

Before they left they gave the Black family vaults a visit, where Sirius didn't gape around like he did, and just picked up his family grimoire as he muttered about picking up some new spells.

[A/N: I want to clarify, assets are the money on hand that the family has in Galleons, Sickles, or Knuts. Family Vaults contain treasures like gems, magical items, valuable, potions, artifacts, precious metals, and so forth.]

Soon they were heading out the tunnels and back to the surface, leading them out the cart, the goblin wished them a good day and they headed out.

"Well that was a productive day," Harry said as he patted his lord ring were his family grimoire was inside.

"Yep, we got a lot of things done and others in motion," Sirius agreed. "Want lunch?" he asked.

"Sure," Harry nodded, "I can really go for a steak today, what about you?'

"Steak it is then, I know a really good American restaurant around here which services the best steak in town."

"Sounds good," Harry said, "let's go."

However, just then a voice cleared his throat and the two of them spun around with their wands raised and a spell at the tip of their mouth.

"Do you know how hard it is to found you?" the man dressed in a fine, elegant suit asked as if he did not notice the two wands pointed at him.

"Who are you?" Sirius asked in as threatening tone, "and make it quick because my hand is starting to get a bit unstable."

"My name is Albert Mckingly," the man said with a bow, "I am the Queen's Chief Wizard."

"Who's this Queen's man?" Harry asked in a low tone. Even if he had been devouring books like crazy didn't mean he was all knowledgeable now, there were some gaps that could only be covered by experience.

Ignoring him for the moment, Sirius asked as he pointedly did not put down his wand, "What do you want from us?"

"Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom would like to have an audience with you, Earl of Powys," he said as he pointedly stared at Harry.

"Me?" Harry repeated, "what in god's name would the Queen want with me?"

Side Story – Mirror Phone

'Amazing Announcement, readers!'

The newspaper read on the front page.

'Today we come to you with the latest news of a new form of magical communication. Here with us is Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived.'

'Hello, Jim. Happy to be here...'

'Now there is a new product in the market with your family name written all over it.'

'Yes, the Mirror Phone. The latest and newest invention and I hope our answers to the problems we face today.'

'Some might say we are doing perfectly alright with owls. What do you have to say to that?'

'Are we Jim, huh? Do you know how long an owl from Magic Britain to America takes? 7 days, seven days we could have put to much greater use, seven days we could have been in closer contact. We live in a time where magical countries don't have the best of communication. Why you ask, because our form of it is too slow.

I want you to imagine a world where it only takes milliseconds for you to talk to someone from all the way across the world. What would this new world bring, what sort of connections would we form?'

'Sounds good and all, but does it work?'

'Yes, Jim you have my word as the Defeater of Voldermort! This is something that has been tested and retested over and over by the finest minds of my family's Golden Tower! So you have my word that it works.'

'Now on to other topics, who would be the new Lady Potter? You are the last Potter so...'

'No comments!'

'Come on, just tell us that fine...'

'No comments, Jim!'

'Alright then, there you have it folks from the Daily Prophet station. Harry Potter!'

'Thank you, and I hope I see you fine folks in our stores trying out our new mirror phone!'

"Did you hear about this new magical form of communication?" asked an older gentleman with a wizard hat and long flowing robes.

"You know nothing beats owls, whatever they tell you. They are safe and stable and have been around for thousands of years," the grumbly friend answered.

"No, this isn't just some new thing, this is from Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived!"

"Really," the other gentlemen asked as his face lifted up a bit.

"Yeah, all the advertisements on the newspapers are saying that these Mirror Phones allows you to instantaneously communicate with any wizard or witch no matter the distance. Plus they have some useful things included in it with even more on the way."

"I guess it couldn't hurt to try it if it from the boy-who-lived."

"Mhmm, plus they have a guaranteed 90 days return policy if the magical mirror doesn't work as advertised."

"Now I must really buy it."

In front of a crystal pristine building with a mirror shard logo was a long line of people waiting for the door to open. There were countless conversations going on about this new form of magical communication.

"I heard you can send messages as well," a young witch stated to her friend.

"Really?" her companion asked in disbelief.

"I heard that the first 100 people get it for free!"

"Same, that's the only reason I am here. It just sounds too good to be true."

"It is a bit on the expensive side," a young Ministry worker stated.

"I know but for what you are getting, it kind of sounds fair," a scholarly looking man replied.

"How is going over 600 minutes a month, and being charged 7 Knuts for every extra hour fair?" a young, and hip looking kid asked.

"Yeah, this is just plain and simple theft!" his friend agreed.

Snorting, the man asked, "what the hell are you doing spending more than 10 hours a month on your phone."

"Hey, we got a life unlike you," one f them exclaimed as they went red in the face.

Shaking his head sadly at youth, he stated, "Still when you look at it in the long term which you youngsters seem unable to do, this Mirror phone, if it works out like its advertised, would cost you less then feeding, sheltering, and taking care of an owl."

"You youngsters and your strange devices, can't you owl each other like in the good old days?" an elderly woman asked.

"Mom," her older son said with a sigh, "don't you always complain of not being able to see your grandson enough. Well, the Mirror phone has a function where you are able to see each other from long distances."

Waving her walking cane she shouted, "then why aren't you getting me this thing. Did I raise such an ungrateful son, that you can not even do this for me?"

"What do you think I am doing," he mumbled.

"Speak up, I can't hear you," the elderly woman shouted as she brought her ear nearer, "and what did I tell you about mumbling. You are too old for that and should know better."

Finally, the doors of the building were opened and people began to enter.

The place was a like a shinning marble crystalline hall with Mirror Phones set up so that people could give it a demo if they wanted to.

Waiting for them were polite and respectful employees demonstrating the functions of the phone to everyone.

"So I can customize my phone if I wanted to?" a woman asked with her boyfriend in tow.

"Yes, ma'am, our Mirror phone come in the default simple white mood with our logo, but we can do a variety of things from intricate golden designs, flowery design, calligraphy, and so forth. Plus we can change frames from metal, wood, glass, and everything in between. We have everything to everyone's specimens."

"Wow," the woman said, "Jack could I please get this wonderful oceanic design."

With the successful opening of Mirror stores all over Magical Great Britain slowly but surely wizards and witches were trying out these new magical form of communication. Everywhere you looked you can see people carrying it around as word of mouth spread and more people came in droves.

With the guaranteed buy-back option more people were willing to try it out, some being skeptical others morose, and even more hopeful.

With Harry's name especially at the front of the campaign, it brought in even more people. And people were giving him credit for inventing the mirror phone and calling him all sorts of things like a genius and the new hope.

The newspapers were having a field day as day in day out they were coving the Mirror Phone calling it the new form of magical communication that would rock the magical world to its core. No longer did they have to run advertisements since they were fervently doing it for him.

Even large companies and organizations started to get into contact with Harry through Tobry asking for big orders. Such as the Ministry itself which was asking to buy thousands in bulk.

From the background, the enchanters worked tirelessly to produce even more Mirror Phones to meet the skyrocketing demand. Plus the arithmancers also did their job expanding the new network developed by Livia and to keep it stable and working.

Still even if he did want to expand to other countries he knew that it would take time, already his workers were swamped with calls coming in about this or that.

It was clear that he would have to take his new budding empire step by step.

Nevertheless, he was doing wonderfully here as gold pilled into his accounts by the day.

Watching from the background and staying out of the public view, it took great enjoyment in that.

Side Story – Scandal

New POV*

Inside a grand and magnificent circular office, full of countless magical objects ranging from the most mundane and simple to the very powerful. A few very curious alchemical instruments sat on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke.

There were shelves filled with endless tones on a variety of subjects of magic. On the wall were portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames.

There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk right in the middle of the room with parchments pilled on top of it and a perch right next to it. Sitting behind it was a shabby, tainted wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.

In the fireplace, a nice fire was going on making the room nice and toasty. Above the desk was a model of the solar system with was near to life as the planets slowly spinning around the sun.

Sitting on a large intricate chair was an old man with silver hair and beard both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was very tall, thin, and had on long flowing silvery-white robes that swept the ground. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

The old man was Albus Dumbledore one of the most powerful wizards in Magical Great Britain if not the one.

Suddenly there was a shrill beautiful cry of a bird-like creature that swept in the office on its beautiful ruby-colored wings. Doing a few circles in the air, it tossed a newspaper before the old man then landed on its perch.

"Thank you, Fawkes, the old wizard said as he tossed it one of its treats.

Unfurling the paper, the old man gave his tea a swirl then took a sip and began to see what the daily word was.

Glancing at only just the titles, his eyes nearly popped out and he almost had a heart attack on the spot, if only.

'The Biggest Scandal of the Century!'

'Boy-who-lived living in an abusive home!'

'Muggle animals, a threat to our society!'

'A call to action!'

'Dumbledore, Azkaban or Not?'

Reading over the articles, his mouth just continued to drop open as he had no words at all to form. This was so out of his plan. He never imagined... no he never thought in his life this would get out.

'Minister Fudge calling for Dumbledore to come before Wizengamot when back in session!'

Closing the newspaper shut and tossing it to the side, he sat back in his chair. Now that the truth was out he would have to work overtime to put out the fires.

But how? How did this happen?

This really derailed so many plans, plans done for the Light.

Thoughts swirled in his mind as the headache built, there will be no denying the newspapers would have a field day with him. And the Dark houses would add more fuel to the fire.

He really wanted to wipe them all out, but everyone deserved a second chance. Even the most vile and blackest of hearts.

Plus the wizarding population was at an all-time low, as the latest population census had wizarding-kind population at 1 to 8 muggles- leaving the wizarding population at only 750,000,000. That was way down from the 1 to 5 ratio that had been maintained for centuries on end, not even mentioning further back such as the times of Atlantis where all humans have been Homo Magi.

[A/N: the population of the word in the late 1990s was a bit over 6 billion]

But with two massive wars back to back, a lot of old and new blood had died out.

Furthermore, the biggest problem yet that the wizarding world was facing- the weakening of the population as a whole, magically. This was a secret only keep among the highest of circles. With countless research done, it has shown that there have been countless reasons for this such as inbreeding, plus the old bloods refusing to mix their lines with the new generations of wizards and witches entering the world for the first time.

Thus all he could do was try to preserve the wizarding world the best he could for as long as he lived.

Just then as he was ruminating on these subjects a loud knock echoed from his door and he could hear the shouting of a very familiar voice.

Sighing, he waved his hand and the door to his office swung open and out stepped in Minerva McGonagall with her emerald green witch hat and robes. He could already feel the burning rage boiling off of her, and even Fawkes which a Master of Fire took a step back.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, tell me that this isn't true?!" she shouted as she waved her copy of the newspaper in his face.

"Come down, Minerva," he said as he made calming gestures, not denying confirming it.

"DO. NOT. TELL. ME. TO. CALM. DOWN," she shouted in a barely contained voice as she more or less snarled it out. "I should have known something was going on when that woman," she spat out clearly talking about Rita, "came snooping around."

Stepping in, Professor Flitwick an eccentric short man with goblin blood in him and white hair streaking through his brown hair, squeaking out, "Albus what would Lily and James think about us leaving poor little Harry with... those vile beasts," he said as for the first time he showed an ounce of anger.

"If I knew the boy, well then I would imagine he is making this all up to get some attention and gain some pity," a thin man with sallow skin, a large, hooked nose, and greasy black hair uttered with a sneer.

Before he could say anything else he had a wand pointed right underneath his hooked nose, "If you do not shut it Severus, then I will personally do it for you," McGonagall said as all her rage was directed at him for the moment.

That seem to shut the greasy bat up as he had no words to say at all.

"Now, Minerva, let's put our wands away and have cooler heads prevail," the old man uttered trying to ease the situation.

Bringing her attention back at him, the wand was pointed at him this time and the witch hurled out, "I can't believe I trusted you with Harry's care. You were always negligentful, giving you the care of a child was a huge mistake on my part. Now is Harry still there with those animals? I will go and deal with them myself."

"Yes, and I shall come along with you," Flitwick nodded his head in agreement clearly ready to cause some pain.

"You do not have to worry yourself about," the old man said as he got up from his chair. "I will personally go check and Harry, and see to this issue myself."

Without a word, Fawkes flew up towards him, then grabbing him by his hat, they both disappeared in a firey vortex of flames.

"ALBUS!" the woman shouted as she tried to reach out to him but he was long gone, alongside his phoenix.

Appearing outside of a nice quaint neighborhood, Dumbledore's face was a dark cloud. There was only one time he felt this way, when his baby sister Ariana was attacked by those savage muggle boys leaving her magically inert.

When he sent Harry to the Dursely's he knew their attitude towards magic, and that fit perfectly into his plan. All he wanted for the boy to grow up in an aloof house where he wouldn't have access to the magical word so that he wouldn't understand what he represented and become full of himself.

But the pure savagery that they committed against him, he knew he should have looked deeper into how malnourished he was when he came to Hogwarts and the scars that covered him, head to toe.

Just reading those articles about all that they have done to him, making the boy their servant at just 4 years old, not even telling him his name until he went to muggle school, and then beating and bullying he received from his cousin.

It all made it near to impossible to quill his anger as the ground underneath him shook and tremored, the muggle lights began to go out in some homes or some just exploded, trees started to shake and sway in the wind, dark clouds started to gather overhead, and lightning began to flash above.

Taking deep calming breaths, he put down his boiling rage and walked over to the familiar home. Knocking on the door, nobody answered, having no patience for this he waved his hand and the door opened.

Walking inside, he noticed how abandoned the place was. Nobody seem to be home.

Leaving the way he came in from, he spotted a muggle that was walking his dog. Coming up to the man he greeted, "Hello, do you know what happened to the occupants that lived here?"

Coming to a pause, the man asked, "Have you been living under a rock mate," then looking at his long robes and wizard hat, he muttered to himself, "maybe you have been thinking this is the middle ages."

Ignoring his comment, the old man asked, "Just humor me."

"Well I would have never imagined it, but those people had another kid living with them one that they said was a delinquent that had good for nothing parents that died in a car crash, and they took him in from the kindness of their heart."

Doing a double-take at the clear blatant lies, the old man just couldn't believe what he was hearing, lies about the Lily and James, lies about Harry, and even lies about why they took him in.

Somehow noticing his feeling, the dog walker said, "Yea, I know, and imagine what happened when we found out that it was all lies and they had the poor kid living there in abuse. Plus this kid wasn't just the son of deadbeats, but Nobles! Could you imagine their gall to do that to a new and upcoming lord?

If only I had known," he said as he had a far off look of greed and avarice, "I would have rescued the boy and taken him in."

Saying nothing about the nature of muggles, just then there was a loud pop and a wizard appeared out of nowhere.

"Blimey bloke, where did you come from?" the muggle asked in wide eyed wonderment.

Saying nothing the newcomer just cast a spell on the man and said to him, "carry on like nothing happened."

Nodding his head dumbly, the dog walker walked away without another word.

Looking over at the wizard, the old man asked, "Let me guess, you or whoever you work for had a part in all this."

"That is of none of your concern, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter is now a ward of the state. So he is out of your hands."

Staying silent for a long time, the old man finally spoke up in a quiet tone, "I will not be denied anything. Tell. Me. Now. Where. is. Harry Potter?" as his eyes began to twinkle like a bright star in night the sky.

Chapter 49: The Queen

Appearing outside of a large and grand palace, Harry gazed up at the royal residents, Buckingham Palace. The place was very massive, made up of white marble stone with intricate beautiful designs, an open rooftop on top, and a balcony right in the center of the first floor. The black steel gates blocking all entrances from inside, as the ground floor stretching for over 100 meters long with endless windows lining the first two floors.

Coming up to the main entrance gate with a gold R and a crown on top, two royal guards stood to attention with rifles in hand, and they were allowed entry without a word.

Coming into the courtyard were beautiful flowers were in blossom and a grand statue stood in the center, they came up to the inner gate were rows of royal guards stood surrounding the premise all as stiff as statues themselves.

Once again, they were allowed in without a valid check of identity or for weapons as the inner gate was opened broadly for them. Finally entering the palace as maids and butlers greeted them at the front door, they came up to a grand staircase with golden designs lining everything, a dome glass ceiling up above, red carpets laid out, and portraits lining all over the wall.

"If you would follow me," the wizard said as he led them down winding hallways with even more lavish artworks and sculptures. Finally, they came up to a large door with beautiful inlaid designs were two royal guards stood guarding it dutifully.

"Her majesty awaits you inside," the Chief Wizard said as he pointed towards the door.

Coming to a pause a few feets before the door, Sirius spoke up, "If you could give us a few moments."

"Of course," the man said with a nod.

Turning around to face him, Sirius put up a Muffliato Charm so that their conversation couldn't be over heard. "Alright listen up, pup," he began with, "I do not know what the Queen wants since the royal family hasn't really participated in the wizarding world for hundreds of years."

"Must be real important," Harry nodded his head, "or more likely she wants something from us."

"Yes, which worries me, but still be respectful to her- she is this country's ruler and we do owe some homage to her."

"Alright," Harry said with a nod od his head. Then walking over, he indicated with his head, "we are ready to meet the Queen.

Signal to the guard to open the door, they stepped into a white drawing room with a dash of gold thrown in as expensive decorations and priceless pieces littered the place. Two guards which now that he had a closer look at him with his Magic Sight, saw that they were in actuality wizards.

"Wands please," one of them spoke up as they both held out their hands.

"Ha," Sirius chuckled as he handed over his wand just like he did, but he just couldn't help as he aded. "If you think I can't take the lot of you on without my wand, then you boys are sorely mistaken."

Saying nothing in response, they passed by them and sitting in the middle of the room was an older woman in her late sixties sipping tea from a golden porcelain cup. Seeing them walk in, she smiled a bit and indicated to the chairs before her.

"Introducing her Grace, Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth realms," the Chief Wizard announced out loud.

"We are happy to see you, our Chief Wizard found it quiet difficult to locate your position under all those wards."

"Yes, I have been living in a safe location," he said, not mentioning were that was exactly. "What do I owe this pleasure of being summoned before you, your Majesty?" he asked, cutting to the heart od thing and skipping all the pleasantries.

Not looking taken back unlike her Chief Wizard who looked snubbed at the bypass of decorum, the elderly woman simply smiled and replied frankly. "It has come to our attention recently that We, including the Crown and the whole of British Isles and its sister nations, owe you a great debt for stopping a mencase that has plagued this great nation for a long time."

"That honor belongs to my parents who valiantly sacrificed themselves," Harry replied honestly humbly.

"Yes We know of Lily and James sacrifice and they should be immortalized for it, however, We too know of all the hardships you have gone through and believe you deserve a just reward."

"Then if your Majesty wishes so I dare not refuse," Harry politely replied since there seem no way to refuse this unless he wanted to come off as incourteous.

"Then bow," she said as she got up from her seat and nodded to one of the guards to pass her his wand.

Doing as commanded he went to one knee with his head lowered, "this might be abrupt and there is none of the grandiose, but please bear with me," she said as she rested his wand on one of his shoulders.

"For invaluable services rendered to the Crown and all its subjects, We grant you the Royal Victorian Order, the highest reward attainable for all our subjects. Rise Lord Harry Potter as a member of the Victorian Order who's deed should be written in the annals of history."

Getting up, he bowed his head to the older woman, "Thank you your Majesty for giving me this utmost honor."

"You deserved it, Lord Potter," the woman said as she sat down back on her chair. "Now," she said as she turned to Sirius who was sipping his tea peaceful, "We haven't met yet, correct Lord Black."

Spitting the tea in his mouth and nearly choking on what went down the wrong pipe, Sirius was finally able to collect himself and ask, "How did you know?"

"Well imagine my surprise when loyal subject of our nation, the goblins came to me with the most startling news about the life a member of the peerage has been leading. It did make us wonder who was helping him from the shadows since no poorly oppressed child could do it on his own."

"So just from all that, you connected it that it would be me?" Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow. "I find that a bit hard to believe, no offense meant you Majesty."

"None taken," the woman replied, "but when you did step through the wards that have been placed in this place long ago, it picked up who you truly were."

"Should have known," the Black wizard muttered to himself, then looking over at the two guards and the Chief wizard he eyed them as if assessing if he could take them and safely get out of here with him.

Sensing where his thoughts were at, the woman comforted, "you do not have to worry yourself, Lord Black. Since you have Lord Potter in tow with you and he has no spells cast over him or looks threatened then We would assume that you had no part in the death of Lily and James Potter like most would assume."

"Of course not," the two of them answered at the same time.

"Then it's as We assumed," the lady said with a nod of her head.

Seeing the lull in the conversation, Harry took his chance and asked, "I suppose giving me an award wasn't the only reason why you summoned me here, correct, you Majesty?"

The elderly woman did not look offended at all at the question but Albert looked like he wanted to throttle him for his ill-manner. But he never had time for all this maneuvering that most of his peers played, and he imagined he would never give it his time of day.

"Yes, We... no I worry about the direction the magical world is heading in. Every day we see lines being drawn with much radical ideology coming to the surface, and divisions all around as conflict and operation seem to be around every corner."

Nodding along, Albert added to the mix, "her Majesty is correct. Our Magic Task Force is made of all muggle-borns who couldn't find work at all or any prospect in the magical world thanks to oppressive things are. You either are a pureblood or you are nothing."

"You must understand," Sirius cut in she held his hand out for the man to pause, "that the pure-bloods feel that their way of life is being threatened. Most of them have died out in the previous wars with countless families going extinct, they are experiencing an all time birthrate low, and they feel like what little is left is being stolen from them. Now I do not agree with most of the rhetoric going on, but you have to understand their point of view."

"Mmm, that is good and all," Harry said, "and I do agree with your Majesty- tensions are boiling even with the war concluded, but what do you expect me to do. I am simply a Hogwarts student who just inherited my family's asset which come with a lot of responsibility. I really don't know what I can do."

"That's where your wrong," the older woman said as she sensed a surprisingly amount of sharpness from her. "You are an idol, a public figure, and a hero. You have no idea, how much your words carry weight child. Believe me when I say that you can unite everyone in the magic world, muggle-born and pure-blood."

"But..." Harry tried to argue but the elderly woman cut him off with a wave.

"You do not have to worry, I will give you sufficient backing."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"The Magic Task Force," she answered plainly, however, before she could go into detail about his secretive force, the door to the drawing room swung open.

The two wizard guards had their wands out in a matter of moments as spells were right at the tip of their wand and word spilling out. However, they seem to be able to get anywhere as their opponent just waved his hand over them and their spells resided with a fizzle.

"Put those things away," the old man that walked in said in a commanding voice. Behind him was a haggard man that seem to following unwillingly but accepted his fate.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked in open mouth wonderment, never in his wildest dream did he expect to meet the old man here and to walk in on them like this. "What are you doing here?"

"I can ask you the same my boy," the old fool said as he too was surprised for a brief moment but quickly hide it.

Grinding his teeth, Harry just hated how he called him that, he wasn't the old fucker's boy, but he knew that he needed a cooler head to deal with him. Looking at Sirius he was more worried that the man would tear into the old man with disabandonment.

However, he was surprised to see how cool and serene the reckless wizard was, however he knew the man better and could see the dark look inside his eyes.

"We take it that you are Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."

"Your majesty, " the old man bowed, acknowledging the woman.

"Dennis, is that you?" the Chief Warlock asked in surprise joining the party in shockness.

"Sir," the young men said as he included his head towards the man, but said nothing more.

"We would have asked what you are doing here, but We can already guess."

"Yes," then turning to Harry he said in his usual kindly grandfather voice, "Harry, my boy, please come with me. Everything will be alright."

"That won't be happening," Sirius cut in as he stood up to his full out like a vicious dog getting up on its front paws.

"Sirius, is that you," the man asked as this time he couldn't hide his shock as his eyes flashed the very familiar glowing blue indicating the use of Magic Sight.

"Yes, Professor," the man said, and Harry could see how much he hated putting on this show.

"Harry will be staying with me at my family home, so you do not have to worry yourself about that. It is time that I do my duty, Lily and James gave me now that I am finally free from that accursed place."

Left without word with how sincere Sirius was, all the old man could get out was, "but, but he needs to stay with his closest family members."

Face going dark as he played his role perfectly, the Black family head snarled out, "You think I will allow him to ever go back to those animals? Forget that, if I had my hands on them I would have torn into them like a pack of devils!"

"No, no," the old man said with a shake of his head as his bushy beard shook from side to side. "Never, I only meant he should stay with the Weasleys. Or he can stay in Hogwarts, I will have Minerva set up a room for him."

"I thought you could stay at the school? You said it from your mouth that all children must head back home." Harry cut in, as he remembered the man giving him a clear no even after he begged him to stay.

"I can make an exception for you, my boy," the man said with a kind smile. "After all that you have been through."

"No," Sirius said, "They already have enough on their plate raising seven kids. Plus I alone am enough to raise Harry myself."

"But," the old man said as his rational arguments were slipping away. Then grabbing on to the last slip of justification for taking him away, "But Sirius, you have a criminal record.

"So what?" Sirius asked with a snort, "What does that have to do with anything, huh? You think I care about what they think?"

"You can't raise Harry then," the older man said, "no matter what, your crimes will reflect on poor Harry. You have to do the better thing and let go of him."

"We thought that they were untrue?" her majesty interpreted which was good timing as he could see Sirius's nearly losing his top at that bullshit and lame excuse.

"Yes," the old man said, "but the wizarding world will not see it like that and it would ruin harry's reputation and image, making life hard for him if he was associated with a so called criminal."

"Well then if that is the case," the elderly woman said as she gave her tea a sip, "then We in our capacity as ruling Monarch and by constitutional right, We grant Sirius Black a royal pardon. From here on out he is expunged of all crimes and is a free man!

Albert if you could write that up."

"I will get to it immediately, your Majesty," the wizard said with a bow.

Mouth closing and opening like a fish stuck on land, the old man was rendered silent as he had no argument left to make.

"Anyways," Sirius said as he showed the right amount of righteous fury, "if you think for a moment that I will trust Harry's well being with you then you are sorely mistaken. You have failed Lily and James badly already by leaving him with those animals and not even checking up on him a single time.

There is no way at all that I would allow you to take care of his welfare and happiness!"

"Sirius trust me I never wanted this to happen," the old man uttered as he put on a saddened expression. "I never imagined that they would treat their own nephew this bad."

"Lily clearly stated her distrust for her sister and her fat walrus of a husband and made it clear that she would never ever put her child near them, but what did you do. The exact opposite. I do not know if you had malicious intent or was just too lazy to take of Harry or maybe give him to another family. But that over now. I am here and it's final- I am taking care of him now!"

Hitting a bit too close to the mark, the old man bite back whatever he was about to say and only uttered, "I was going to make everything right, Sirius, I was planning on giving those... animals a personal visit to give them a very thorough talk down."

"It's too late for that," Sirius said with a shake of his head. "The damage has been done!"

"I know," the old man said sadly as he hung his head, "I just wonder if I could visit young Harry once in a while."

"That would be up to him," Sirius said blankly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Looking at him, Harry played his innocents to the max, "I don't know Professor I did try to speak up to you about all the abuse that I have suffered, but you did not listen. Plus I asked you multiple times if I could stay in Hogwarts but you waved it off and said I need to go back home. It's... its like you did not even... c-care!"

Looking his age for the first time, the man seem to fold in on himself as all he could say was, "I am deeply sorry my boy. I... I have failed you deeply. But know that all I did was for the light!"

"Well that's enough, you heard the boy," Albert cut in as he couldn't hold back the disgust he was feeling, "you know where you came in from, so leave. You are clearly not wanted."

Nodding his head, he slowly walked out of the room and Harry felt like break dancing on the spot. Just that look on his face was so worth it all.

"Now," the elderly woman said, "where were we?"

"Tell me more about this secret Magic Task Force?"

Chapter 50: Slytherin Locket

"Are you ready to go?" Sirius called from down stairs as his voice echoed all the way up to his room.

"Almost," he shouted back as waved his hands about, tossing clothing cauldrons, magical ingredients, spell books, and other assorted items into his suitcase. He was back at the Black family home, 12 Grimmauld Place to pick up any items or stuff he might have left behind.

Summer was finally over and the school year was right around the corner as the Hogwarts express was waiting for him in the station.

He felt kind of nervous and giddy to be going back to school, even with Dumbldork and Snivellus waiting for him back there he always did love Hogwarts. It was a second home to him, where he learned magic, made new friends, and had a fun time even with his life constantly at risk.

Plus he had been able to send three quarters of the year far away from the Dursley's, but now it was an added plus that he could look forward to his summer and holidays. Closing his magical suitcase as he had everything he needed, he took out his wand and cast a simple cleaning spell on the room which looked like a mad house.

Right before his eyes, all the pilled clothing, upturned books, and spilled objects went back to their places and the bed cleaned itself nicely. Nodding his head appreciatively at his work, he turned around and say Tonks at the door.

"I see that you are all packed up and ready to go!"

"Yep, another school year awaits," he answered with a smile.

Coming up on him in a few strides, she embraced him tightly as he smell her scent as her bubble gum pink caressed his cheeks. Breaking away from the hug, he grinned up at her, and mockingly said, "I did not know you cared so deeply for me Ms. Nymphadora! I feel so touched."

"Shut it you idiot," she replied as she gave him a soft punch on the shoulder, "take care, and don't get into trouble."

"Who me?" he asked in surprise, "I will have you know miss- my middle name is Mr. Careful."

"Very funny," she said, "I am being deathly serious. Don't get up to our usual hijinks like facing deadly situations."

"I will," he said as he lifted up her chin and in one motion began to kiss her.

Looking surprised at first, soon she was returning the kiss as she ran her fingers through his hair and pressed up against him real close. Finally, at long lost, he broke away from the intense tongue action, and he could see how disappointed she was.

"Don't worry," he said, "I will see you during the holidays and the whole summer."

"I know," she said with a say as she put her hands on her shoulders, "but it will get lonely without you here."

Putting his hands on her hips as he slowly spun her around, he put his forehead right up against her's. Well, this was his life now, juggling around different women and meeting their needs.

"I make no promises, but I can see about sneaking back here or to my manor whenever I am free," he whispered to her, "what do you say to that?"

"Sounds wonderful," she breathlessly answered as her lips began to close in on his, but before they could get anywhere else, there was a polite knock on the door.

Nearly jumping out of their skins, they broke away from each other and tried to make themselves as presentable as possible. Coming to the door, he swung it open and saw Kreacher politely standing there.

"Master, the faile-... the new head of the house awaits you downstairs."

"Thank you Kreacher, I will be right down," he said with a nod as he grabbed his suitcase and made for the door.

"Same here," Tonks added as she flushed a bit in embarrassment as her hair went from pink to a flaming red.

Walking past the house-elf, he caught the flash of a locket in his hands and immediately got a strange feeling from it.

"Where did you get the locket from?" he asked out of curiosity, he trusted the animalistic sense he gained from the creatures he assimilated with and gained their power. It was pretty handy and pointed at things he would otherwise forget about or throw to the back of his mind.

Clutching the object close to his chest, Harry was surprised who possessive he was house-elves were never attached to any material goods. "Master gave this to Kreacher," he answered in his hoarse voice.

"Master?" he asked in confusion, if anything he imagined that anything that the old house-elf would want to keep would be from the old head of the Black family, Walburga Black.

"Kreacher has failed Master," he blathered on, "Oh, Master," he then began to weep. "Kreacher has been a bad elf. Kreacher must be punished."

Looking at each other in confusion, Harry and tonks couldn't make heads or tails what he was going on about. "Alright," Harry cut in stopping the house-elf before he could begin to bang his head against the wall. He gave the locket a closer look with his Magic Sight and immediately noticed something vile wrapping around the necklace.

It kind of was very familiar to him, and was right at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't recall it. Maybe he will need to advance his Occlumency to the next level, he did read that at very advanced levels you would be able to recall anything from feeling to scent or even touch when you reach the very absolute peak.

"Let's go downstairs to Sirius, huh? Maybe he can make heads or tails what you are talking about."

Leading the house-elf to the living room where Sirius and Remus were waiting for them, Sirius being impatient as he walked back and forth along the length while Remus on the other hand just sat back- relaxing as he sipped his tea.

"There you are," the older wizard said once he spotted him come down the stairs and into the Living room. "Are you ready?" he asked, seemingly to be taking his job seriously for once. "The train will be at the station any moment now."

"Yeah, I am all packed up and ready to go," he voiced as he pointed to his magical suitcase.

"But before that," Tonks cut in as she pointed to the ancient house-elf behind them. "We need to deal with this."

"What did he do this time?" Sirius inquired with a sigh, assuming the worst already.

'Can you not lay into the house-elf so thick?" Remus asked with out looking up from his newspaper laid before him. The werewolf seem to be going into an early retirement thanks to the large fortune that his parents left to him as he seem to be laid back, not as rugged as he used to be, and just taking life easy in general.

"I wouldn't be so hard on him, if I didn't think he was scheming behind my back like always," he growled in a mumble. "Alright," he said, "tell me, what wrong."

Before Harry could go into his suspicions about the locket, the house-elf broke into tears as it began to grab Sirius's pants. The wizard looked just as surprised if not even more as tears fell down the house-elf cheek and snot oozed out of his snout-like nose.

"Kreacher has failed Master. Kreacher has been a bad elf," it repeated itself.

"Are you talking about Regulus?" Sirius asked in confusion as he let it pour all of its sorrow on to his poor pants.

"Yes, Kreacher has failed brave Master Regulus. Kreacher -sniff- needs to be punished."

Face going through a variety of expressions, it finally settled on cool expressionless, "What do you mean you failed Regulus? Be clear with me or I can't help you and him."

"Kreacher -sniff- was going one task by Master," it answered in between sobs.

"What exactly did my brother tell you to do?" the older wizard asked as his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Kreacher was told to -sniff- destroy this, my kind Master Regulus," it finally got out as it presented the locket.

Finally deciding it was time to step in, he added, "I got some really bad feels from this. Like it's a... I don't know something I ran into maybe..."

"It's a Horcrux," Sirius cut in as he peered closely at it.

"Yea, I get the same feeling from it," Remus agreed as he was up from his chair long ago and now studding it along side Sirius.

"What, but how?" Tonks stuttered in shock.

"That a real good question," the Black wizard agreed, then bending down to his knees he softly spoke to the house-elf for the first time in his life that Harry saw. "Do you want to tell me Kreacher how my brother was able to get his hands on Voldermot's Horcrux, if I am correct?"

"The Dark Lord asked for Kreacher services and great Master Regulus accepted not what was going on. Then the Dark Lord brought Kreacher to a very dark cave where... undead and other horrors were. The Dark Lord had poor Kreacher test all the defenses for him as Kreacher was forced to go through so much torture.

After everything was done, Kreacher was left to die by the Dark Lord but Kreacher was able to escape and kind Master Regulus tended him back to health."

"Let me guess," Tonks said as he looked over at the Horcrux, "those defenses were for the necklace."

"Yes, wise Master Regulus was able to work out what was being guarded."

"Then what happened next," Remus asked as he was engrossed in the tale like everyone else.

"Brave Master Regulus couldn't stand for that," the house-elf exclaimed. "He created a duplicate of the locket and placed a note inside for anyone wanting to destroy the Horcrux to find, and then ordered Kreacher to take him to where the real locket was hidden. Kreacher guided great Master Regulus past the cave's defences.

At the island with the basin of potion containing the locket, Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to take the locket once the potion was gone and replace it with the fake one, then escape without him and find a way to destroy the Horcrux.

Master Regulus drank the potion himself, and when he tried to get water from the lake to quench his thirst, he was dragged to his death by the Inferi. Kreacher obeyed Master's final order and switched the lockets before escaping. However, despite Kreacher best efforts, Kreacher was unable to destroy the Horcrux."

"Give it to me," Sirius said as he held his hand out for the cursed magic item. Looking up at him with tear filled eyes, the house-elf croaked out, "Will Master Black destroy it."

"Yes," he said with a nod of his head.

Handing it over begrudgingly, the tiny creature rasped out, "is Master Black sure he can do it? Bad Kreacher has tried everything he could for over a decade to destroy it, but it- sniff- impossible."

"The key isn't to destroy the shell," he said as he gave Harry a glance. "What you need to do is destroy the would fragment, and my brother did seem to be researching it before he went off to collect it. That's why I was able to find a solution so fast, I just followed his tracks."

Taking the necklace by its chain, he peered at the object and mused out loud, "this stuff also seems to be quite sturdy. I think it's made of Adamantium."

"What's that?" Harry asked, as this was a first for him to hear about his mysterious stuff.

"One of the toughest known metal to man," Remus answered for him.

"Alright, you guys stick here, I can do a quick ritual to remove the soul!"

"You need help?" Remus asked, "that thing is pretty draining."

"No," he said, "I won't underestimate it this time. I will be using some of the house extra power stored up."

"Alright."

Waiting along for a while as they milled about in the living room for a response, Sirius came back breathlessly with the locket in hand.

"Is it done?' Harry asked as he got up from the chair he was lazing in.

"Yep," he said triumphantly as he held it up.

"Really?" the house-elf rasped out looking as still as a statue as it couldn't decide what to feel at all.

"What you think I would lie about something this important?" the man asked with a glare.

Giving it a closer look with his Magic Sight, he saw that the necklace was rid of all evil taints but he saw something put in it. "What did you do to it?" the young wizard asked out of curiosity.

"I see that you caught that," he said as he gave him a thumbs up. "Well," he began with, "since we really do not know how much more of these evil stuff is out there, I made this."

"Can you cut the dramatics?' Remus asked with an eye roll, "and get to the part where you tell us what exactly you did?"

"Yeesh," he said, "do you guys not like any suspense? Where is your sense of adventure, mystery or..."

"NO, we don't," all three of them shouted at the same time.

"Alright, alright," the Black wizard said as he made calming gestures, "I basically put up a detection spell in it, so that it would go off whenever it's near another Horcrux."

"That would be handy," Remus commented as he rubbed his chin in contemplation, "so what's the range."

"Now that's where the bad news comes in," the older wizard uttered, "the range is only 10 meters."

"Yea, that's real awful," Tonks remarked.

"Hey," Sirius exclaimed taking offense at the comment, "I did the best I could, I can promise you nobody could have done a better job than I did. Anyway did any of you even think up this genius plan, huh, huh?" he demanded as he nearly went all up in everyone's face

"That's what I thought!" he said as nobody made any side comments, "I rest my case."

"Nobody is denying your awesome spellwork," Harry tried to ease in, "but we can not search in a wide range for the other Horcrux that must be out there. We will still be counting on luck and a whole lot of research to find the others."

"Yes, do we even know how many other of these things are out there?" Remus asked.

"Plus if we do not destroy them all, then Voldermort would just come back like he is doing right now," Tonks added not so helpfully.

"Yea, that's going to be a big problem."

"Well let's just take it one problem at a time," Sirius declared. "all this worrying won't get us anywhere except for giving us grey hair."

"I hate to argue with him," Remus said with a sigh, "but Sirius is right." Making fist pumps in the air as if he got the life time acknowledgment he was looking for, Remus continued with a shake of his head. "We will just need to carry on with our lives and hope for the best."

"So who is going to keep it?" Harry asked the question that sat waiting.

"It would be you," Sirius said as he tossed him the item.

"What? Why?"

"Well to be fair, you are the one who seems to attract these things," the older wizard answered with agrin to which everyone had the gull to nod in agreement. "If I know anything about your luck, then you just might run into a few this school year."

Having no words at all to express himself, he didn't ned to or had time to as just then out of the fireplace a giant head appeared looking as fuming as the flames, "What are you still doing here!" it shouted.

"Mom," Tonks said in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I should be asking you that."

"Oh shit," Sirius cursed as he looked at his watch, "the Hogwarts express."

"Are you a helpless lot," Ms. Tonks asked in an exasperated voice, "can you not do anything for yourselves? Of course not you dear," she added towards him with a kind smile.

"Oh help me magic," she said, "Sirius I will have your neck like a chicken. You said you would get Harry to the station on time!"

"Yes, about that," he tried to comfort, but the woman was having none of that.

"I do not want to hear your excuses, the train leaves the station in only 10 minutes! It seems like I must do everything myself," she said with a sigh, "hold on, I will be there in a moment."

"Oh shit," Sirius cursed again, "let's go right now pup," he said as he waved him over. But it was too late to save his skin as Ms. Tonks walked out of the flames. If she had any tool in her hand at the moment, he would have been sure that she would have been beating Sirius with it.

Still he got the earful he was trying to avoid, he did a time or two try to talk out of it, but gave up in the end after a single look from the woman.

"Let's go dear," she finally said as she went out of breath the dozenth time. Following after the woman since it was obviously the wise thing to do, he grabbed her hand and they stepped into the flames, from behind him he could hear a, "Traitor."

But that was no skin off his back since he was basically Ms. Tonks apple in her eyes.

"Last call, Hogwarts," a conductor called as they walked into platform 9 and 3/4. All around him he could see parents waving to their children's on the train and stragglers just like him running on to the train.

Coming out of the fireplace Sirius in his Yankee form, Remus brushing his coat, and then Tonks. They all came up to him, "Alright, you take care dear," the older witch said.

"Make sure you learn a lot," Remus added, "that is what school is for."

"Don't listen to him," Sirius said with a grin, "make lots of mischiefs and make the Marauder proud."

"Will do," he said as he returned the smile.

"I will miss," Tonks said as she gave him a hug, "but I will await your visit," she whispered into his ear beyond everyone's hearing.

"Hogwarts express is leaving station," the conductor called out one final time.

"That my signal," he said as he picked up his suitcase.

"See you during the holidays," Ms. Tonks shouted as he ran to the train just as it began to slowly roll out of the station. Jumping on, he gave them a wave.

Looking forward, a brand new school year awaited him.

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