Oh, my goodness! It has been some time since I updated this story, and this is not the one that I intended to move forward on, but someone stuck his crooked nose and twinkling eyes into my personal space and was really irritating. I had to insert his mind set in the whole disaster that was the continuation of the second Voldemort war into this chapter.

My other stories will have to wait just a bit longer.

I genuinely want to thank everyone for following, favoriting, and reviewing this story. I never believed that it would be noticed, let alone to this extent. It is never expected, but very much appreciated. You all have made a very rough time, much, much better. I hope that you all stay safe, healthy and find your happiness. Fanfiction has filled in a place in myself that I did not realize was devoid of meaning, purpose, and happiness. I love my family, my friends, my pets, and my home, but I really needed to find that piece of me to love as well. Writing has allowed me to find it.

There will be cursing in this chapter, and not the magical kind. Lol. I also really hate Him and you will see it.

This is a bit shorter of a chapter, but I really hope that you enjoy it!

To Serve the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black

Chapter 10

The wards shook the house against the attempted invasion of the wizard known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. It felt like he had been pounding against the defenses of the manor for days instead of hours. Several times during his attack, he and his most faithful had been ejected from the border of the property, most decisively.

He could not believe that the little bitch of a witch had the strength to continually keep him and his most loyal of followers out of the former home of the illustrious Nobleand Most Ancient House of Black. He had blocked her most natural of powers years ago, when he was called to retrieve a witchling that had burned down the home of one of her parent's friends, whom had been caring for the girl, while her said parents were called away on an emergency. The supposed friend thought that he could be more than friendly with the young, petite witch. When her natural defenses ignited himself and his property he learned differently. It was a disgusting bit of depravity and more of a reason that these muggles could not be trusted. The child had been obliviated, her magic bound and found asleep outside of the burning home, her parents never wiser that she had killed the man that they had mistakenly entrusted her to.

He would not have believed that she had the power to maintain the wards of the manor, at the time of her attack, he had barely left her more than a squib, imagine his surprise when her name appeared on the list of the class of 1998's roll call. He had not been anticipating having to deal with the little mudblood, further than he already had. He might have appreciated her keeping the Potter brat alive through his trials and tests every year, and her allowance of the youngest Weasley idiot, to copy off her the first few years before she smartened up, but that was all that she was good for.

He had seen the little bitch, just before her last burst of power had apparated her away from Nott Hall. He knew that by expending that much energy to burst through the ancient and most difficult of blood wards that it must have drained her to almost an inch of her life and if not then seeing the death and destruction of the Malfoy heir and his lover should have destroyed any last hope that she had. He never imagined that the witchling would still be breathing.

He had effectively ended both the Black line of magic through the cadet branch of Malfoy and the Nott family, through young Theodore, this morning. Their fathers had not made it past the end of the second Voldemort war. Before the old families could reform their inner circle, many of them had been sent to Azkaban to await their trials and were accidentally kissed by the dementors that were hanging around, waiting for their next meal.

Of course, if she had been known of what had happened to her first and former Best Friends, then she would have been disabled and destroyed more than a year ago and he could have completed his and Gellert's plan even sooner.

They were going to slowly, let people know that he had returned. He had not died as they all thought. He was a great wizard after all and knew of magics much more advanced than they could ever hope to learn or imagine.

He would accept the position of Minister of Magic, as so many had wished of him years ago, So that he could help to reform the older families into being more tolerable of the new ways of the ministry and to lead the younger generation and children into a better, more prolific and profitable future.

He would slowly introduce them to his "friend" Gellert and explain that everyone deserved a second, third and fourth chance, as he had tried to instill in them for so many years at Hogwarts as their most knowledgeable and benevolent Headmaster and leader of The Order of the Phoenix.

Together at last, they would lead the magical world, not just Britain into the new Millennium.

Nothing had gone as planned. He had no idea that his resurrection would have been interpreted as something so bad. He was the "Leader of the Light" and knowing how people had revered him and grieved his death, he honestly thought that his return to the world of the living would have been better received.

He knew that Molly Weasley would bring him back at the appropriate time, after all she and her family owed so much to him after years of providing her children with scholarships, because Arthur could ill afford to school all those whelps of theirs.

The help that he provided so that she could birth a girl after spawning so many male children was priceless really. And then the introduction of the Potter boy at just the right time, so that her son and daughter could form bonds of friendship and romantic love further through the years.

It would have been perfect if the daughter had not been so impatient, or if Molly had listened to him rather than the little tarte that she spawned. A daughter more like her mother than he had ever known.

A strong fertility potion, along with a lust potion and a confundus charm, because even he had known that the Potter brat had lusted after the Malfoy heir for years and she falls pregnant. No, that apple had not fallen so far from the tree. And then the harpy and her mother demanded marriage and access to the supposed famed Potter family vaults. Little did they or anyone else know, but those famed vaults had been leaking into his own vault for years, along with many other "unclaimed heir vaults". Though not one of them had ever expected "The Chosen One" to choose his mudblood best friend to be his heir. His lone heir. Nobody expected him to have performed the ritual that made her a Potter too, after he had lost his godfather to the Merlin be-damned Ministry drapes at the end of their fifth year.

She was such a problem. She should not be this hard to kill. She was a witch and a mudblood at that. For her to have lived this long, in the middle of a war was ridiculous. Lily Potter was easier to kill than this bitch. The fact that Bellatrix did not take her out when she had a chance was a miracle. After all the work, that he had performed on Bellatrix Black in her youth, for her not to take out Hermione Granger a mudblood through and through at first chance proved that the witchling had luck on her side or an endless supply of Felix Felicis.

The Troll, the Basilisk, the werewolf, the merpeople, Dolores Umbridge, fucking Antonin Dolohov, even Severus was told to take her out to prove his loyalty to his masters and he could not follow his orders.

She should not have survived the war. Maybe they should have left her memories of that Black bastard and allowed her grief to kill her. Maybe if Harry Potter had known how close his Godfather Sirius Black and Ms. Granger were getting, he would not have depended on her so much. He would have seen her for the scarlet witch that she was. Little trumped up mudblood, thinking that she was good enough for the scion of a Most Ancient and Noble House? Never. She was not good enough for the supposed blood-traitor Weasley's. She loved those vermin house-elves so much, she should have lived as one and served her betters.

He needed access to this manor. He knew that there was something about the Black family and their magics that would allow him to rule. To bring back all of those that died before, so that he could show them what a good, benevolent, and magnificent master he would be to follow. He was the great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. He was the leader of the Light. The vanquisher of Dark Lords.