"Is that really your name, Remus Lupin? " Ezekiel chuckled. "A bit on the nose, don't you think?"

"I don't care what you do to me Black." Remus spatted at him. "I won't give you anything."

"What I'm going to do to you, my friend?" Ezekiel asked amused.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Remus screamed at them, startling both cousins. "YOU AND YOUR FAMILY OF MONSTERS DON'T EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF THAT WORD!"

"I'll have you know, Remus dear, that I'm not a traitor." Ezekiel replied as he approached him. "I've kept my vow to protect Harry to the best of my ability. Granted you did scare him to death the other day but he was never in any real danger."

"I was trying to save him from you, I WILL SAVE HIM FROM YOU!" Remus walked to meet Ezekiel midway. "I'll get him out of here even if it's the last thing I do and I'll undo whatever it is that you've done to him!"

"You really aren't listening, are you mutt?" Ezekiel dragged the last word. "All I've done is protect him, feed him and give him shelter. You want to take that away from him? Bad dog." He finished by flicking Remus on the nose.

"You and your family are nothing but filth that stains and rottens everything around it." Remus got even closer to Ezekiel until they were face to face. "I saw that boy, what you've done to him. Do you think any boy would speak like that? You're already corrupting him and the Light won't allow it."

"And what does a mutt like you know about the Light?" Ezekiel chuckled " As far as I remember your kind joined the Dark Lord."

"And for the record." Dora spoke for the first time, her back firmly against the wall. "You've never spoken to Harry Potter."

"What are you...?" Remus asked surprised when Dora changed her hair color. "A Metamorphmagus."

"You really think that I'd risk him? I told you already, we are the good guys." Ezekiel grinned as he pointed at Dora behind him. "And for the record, she is the nice one, so I'll refrain from using that sort of language if I were you."

"You've been lied to, mister Lupin." Dora said. "Whatever you've been told was a lie. Ezekiel Black is Harry Potter's Magical Guardian, his parents wanted Sirius to do so but since he's... unavailable, Ezekiel Black took that role."

"His parents?" Remus asked incredulous. "HIS PARENTS!? His parents would've never wanted to leave Harry with any of you if they had knew what traitor Sirius was!"

"Where have you been this couple months?" Dora asked crossing her arms over her chest. "This has been proven by their bond, Sirius Black wouldn't have been able to betray him or his wife even if he tried."

"Bond?" Remus asked confused. "What bond?"

"Brotherhood, more specific, Brothers in Everything But Blood." Ezekiel said.

"Lies." Remus replied stubbornly. "That's a lie. He did it. Sirius betrayed them. I know he did."

"And what makes you so certain that he did?" Ezekiel asked intrigued. "What does a wolf knows that everyone else doesn't?"

"Because I was there." Remus replied. "I was there when James and Lily decided the Secret Keeper for their home."

"You were there, you say?" Ezekiel snorted at him. "And why was a wolf witness of such sensitive information?"

"I was their friend." Remus replied. It seemed that saying had taken its toll on him. He looked as if he were to start crying any second, as if the memory of his past haunted him.

"Mister Lupin...Remus." Dora said softly. "There's no way that's possible, think about it. How could you remember the naming of a Secret Keeper? If what you're saying is true, if the Potters did cast a Fidelius Charm to hide their whereabouts..."

"I'd never known." Remus completed her sentence. "Unless the Secret Keeper himself told me about it."

"Well, that's all the time we have for today." Ezekiel clapped his hands as he walked to the door. "It may be a bit difficult to process but I suggest you rest. My elves will bring you food and something for the night. See you tomorrow!"

"Sleep well, Mister Lupin." Dora said as they left the room. Once they closed the door and silenced it, she turned to Ezekiel. "Do you believe him?"

"That a wolf was friends with the heir of one of the most powerful and influential families in this country? As if" He replied as they walked towards the living room, where the fireplace was.

"And what are you going to do? You said it yourself, once the full moon ends he's going to die."

"Weren't you the one that bugged me to do it by the book?" He asked annoyed. "We have a little time window here, he's questioning everything he knows so far. Now that he hates me and sees that you're not like me, nice manners to the mongrel by the way, we can start working him."

"Could you stop that?" Dora asked annoyed.

"What?"

"Dog, mutt, wolf, mongrell" Dora counted with her fingers. "Stop it."

"You're not actually feeling sorry for Fido, are you?" Ezekiel asked gesturing the door to the basement.

"He has a name."

"No, he doesn't." Ezekiel replied softly, his anger contained. "He lost any right whatsoever the second he decided to go after you and Harry. As far as I'm concerned he has the same rights as a chair. Don't ever try to defend him!" He raised a finger when Dora tried to speak. "Werewolves are Dark and the Dark is mine. I'll get him for what he's done, for what he wanted to do and for how he wanted to do it."

"He was trying to rescue the son of his friends!"

"Frie-Are you hearing yourself!? It's a wolf Dora, a pack animal! If I were to use one to get someone or get back at someone, do you know what I'd do?" Dora shook her head. "Mess with their heads, twist their memories. Let them think that someone dear to them is in danger or has been hurt by my mark. They'll stop at nothing, nothing because that's how they work. Animal instinct overrides any and all rational thought."

"That makes him a victim too!" Dora replied exasperated.

"Fine, you want to feel sorry for the guy that would've killed you? FINE. But let's make something clear, if he tries something with you or Harry, If he even looks at any of you funny then it's fair game. It's open season, you hear me?"

"Don't take it on the poor bastard because you feel responsible for what happened." Dora pressed her finger on his chest. "I get it, alright? Somebody tried to hurt us and you weren't there. It happens. I'm a grown up and I know what I'm getting into. You can't protect me, Harry, Mum or Dad from everything that happens or might happen to us. For the record, I do believe him when he said that he was their friend."

"Oh, plea-"

"And If you weren't so bent in hurting the sod, so would you" Dora pressed on. "If he went to school with them before or after he was turned that means Dumbledore had to know him. If he knew Remus personally then had to know which buttons to push. Just like you'd done, which is disgusting by the way."

"A werewolf in Hogwarts?"

"A pack animal, remember? If he really was their friend, if the bond really was that deep and if it wasn't a fake memory... Yes, I do believe he'll do anything for Harry. If that's a good or a bad thing for him that's an entire different thing. Now what are you going to do with him? You can't let him die."

"He's not going to die, I won't let him stay here that long. We got a few more days and then the change will last a few more. One he changes for the last time and starts turning human, I'll stun him and leave him naked in a park or somewhere like that."

"...Why?"

"The Muggles will think he's a drunk or on drugs and toss him into the drunk tank. The red tape will take a few days at most, until they realize that he's sick and move him to a hospital. By then Dumbledore or whoever sent him will think he's dead or compromised."

"Is there any way to do that without having him ending up a registered sex offender?"

"Not legally, miss By-The-Fucking-Book. Just to be clear, I could've solve this mess in no time if you leave right now."

"And how would you do that?" Dora asked crossing her arms.

"I'll go right back there and enter his mind. Clear and simple."

"Clear and simple my ass." Dora said angry. "I've seen you getting into people's minds, they end up a bunch of bumbling idiots. The mind is a delicate thing and you enter them as if you were a bulldozer or something. I told you, by the book or not at all"

"Have it your way then."

"Not my way, the legal way. Wouldn't like to end up letting our emotions get the best of us, right? Like some sort of animal, you see." With that Dora turned around and started walking towards the stairs. "Since you explained your little plan, I'll be sleeping here until Mister Lupin leaves your basement. I'll take your room until then."

"As you wish." Ezekiel sighted.

"Ezekiel?" Dora asked. "That thing you said, the one about using werewolves?"

"What about it?"

"You can't begin to imagine how disturbing it is to hear you say something like that."

"I know those things, never said that I'd actually do them."

"Still, the world already had one Orion Black."

"I know, he was like a father to me. Gave all kinds of stories at night."

"And now you can't sleep unless you drink a potion at night."

"Not from that." Ezekiel pointed out.

"No, just from the other thing he gave you."

"Wanna hear something funny? I'm actually happy to know those stories. When you know what's lurking in the Dark, when you really know? You stop being afraid." Ezekiel shrugged. "It's like a weight gets lifted of your shoulders. The more you understand something, the less afraid you are."

"Then why haven't you told Harry any of those stories yet?" Dora asked curious.

"I learned of those things because of who I was supposed to be. He has no business learning of the Dark."

"Keep telling yourself that, might learn to believe it." Dora said as she left. "Good night"

"Good night." Ezekiel replied as he walked to the couch.

Both cousins got ready for the night, unaware of Harry's gaze as he left quietly to his room. He tried to process the information as he sat on his bed. His bed. A couple of months ago all he had was a broken mattress filled with some blankets that Dudley had grown tired of. Now he had a bed so big that he wouldn't fall from it unless he tried. The whole situation felt surreal to Harry, who was sometimes frozen with fear that all this was just a dream. It was a cold hand that creeped up his spine, his heart pounding out of his chest when he least expected it and leaving him breathless. All while a little voice in the back on his mind repeated itself. This isn't real, you'll wake up and Uncle Vernon will get mad at you for the breakfast. You'll see. He knew it was a lie but he couldn't stop himself. Still he enjoyed everything that was denied to him for the past eight years.

Dora, Ted and Andi had been the family he had always dreamed of. Dora was fun. She liked what she liked and if anyone had a problem with that, she'd be happy to tell them off. She liked to use her abilities to make people laugh but it seemed there were some people that wanted them for other reasons. One even asked how much she'd charge. What those reasons could be were beyond Harry but they made Dora angry and sad. She had punched the man in question so hard that some of his teeth were sent flying away in an arc. Dora tried to hide it with jokes and changing the subject but Harry could see it. Harry knew she wouldn't tell him the truth but he hoped that whatever it was, she could be happy.

Ted and Andi were warm and kind, not only to him but with each other. They liked to spend time together and didn't bothered each other when they needed to be alone. They were also really proud of Dora and Ezekiel, not to the point of boasting like aunt Petunia. Petunia had produced some of the worst gossips in the neighborhood and as result every woman despised her. Andi for her part was really well liked. Every time Harry had accompanied her to buy something or for a walk they'd bump into a neighbor, she'd be invited for tea.

Ted too was different from uncle Vernon. He never showed off, which was weird because apparently he had quite a lot if he wanted to. Harry couldn't understand it very well but it seemed to be a Parlament for witches and wizards. Unlike the one they taught at school, if one was the Head of a House like Ezekiel was, you'll get a seat in it. Ezekiel had been really clear that people didn't like him so Ted took his place. This had made Ted a very important and rich man yet he rarely used his influence or wealth. Ted was happy with the simple things in life and he made sure that both of his children learned it's value.

To Harry, this was the family that he had always dreamed of. Were they perfect? No. But they loved each other and they shared that love with others, even with him. After every day with the Dursley he cried himself to sleep asking why. Why couldn't they love him, was it because he wasn't their son? What made him so bad that they thought every bad thing that happened was his fault? Ted and Andi had showed him that there wasn't anything wrong with him. That he was fine as he was and that they accepted him and loved him for it.

That leaved him.

Harry couldn't understand Ezekiel. Everyone except Dora, Andi and Ted stayed as far away from him as possible, crossing across the street to avoid him. He mentioned that animals didn't like him because he was Dark but hate was more accurate. Of the few times they had walked together every dog that they encountered had barked ferociously at the sight of him. Cats hissed and birds fled away as he walked, although the last part could be his imagination. No wonder he loved his car that much. When Harry had met the Queen, which he still couldn't believe, the first thing she asked once they were alone was about Ezekiel.

"Harry, I need you to be honest. Has he hurt you?" She asked as soon as the doors were was so shocked to be speaking to the Queen that he couldn't muster a sound. It shocked him even more when she left her throne and approached him."It's alright, Harry. You're safe here, he can't do anything here." She took his hands on her own. "Please tell me, has he done anything to you?" She looked at him, studying his face. He tried, he really tried to say something but all he could do was look back at her. She took it as a sign and rose to her feet. "Rupert, bring Lord Black here, he must answer for his crimes against Harry Potter."

Harry looked around surprised as a man he hadn't noticed, dressed in a formal suit, took out a small wand from an inner pocket on his jacket and started walking. Harry learned very early how people walked when they were angry. It was the same way Uncle Vernon walked. His memory flashed and he found himself reliving the beatings that he had received almost every day. Every day until Ezekiel came.

"No!" Harry screamed extending his hand at the man, who stopped on his tracks with one foot in the air.

"Rupert?" The Queen called the man. He remained where he stood, seemingly balancing his weight. "Rupert? RUPERT!"

Hearing the Queen's distress, a door on the side opened and a group of people in black suits carrying guns ran into the room. While two of them took the Queen and Harry away from the man who was still not moving. It wasn't until one of the man lifted Harry from the floor that the man finally moved. Rupert as the Queen called him fell to the floor. Everyone in the room stopped to look at the man briefly before quickly taking their occupants away. When they finally moved them to another room far on the other side of the castle, the Queen turned to Harry.

"Why did you do that to Rupert, Harry?"

"I didn't! I don't do it...did I?" Harry replied unsure.

"Harry you don't have to worry. Ezekiel Black is under my command, if I told him to stop breathing he'd do it. I'll tell him to never lay a hand on you again once he enters the room and."

"But he hasn't!" Harry interrupted her again. "He didn't hurt me, he never did!"

"Harry..." The Queen started again, her voice a bit more tense than she intended. "Just because he hasn't done anything yet it doesn't mean that he has no plans for you. He's an evil man and so is his family."

"NO THEY AREN'T!" Harry screamed at her. "THEY ARE NICE TO ME EVEN THOUGH THEY DON'T KNOW ME! THEY CARE FOR ME! THEY CARE SO MUCH THAT EZEKIEL ASKED ME TO BE FAMILY!"

Later that day when Ezekiel left him alone in his new room to change Harry would be appalled for screaming at THE Queen. Right now he didn't care much about anything, in fact the room trembled as if an earthquake had it and he hardly noticed. He gasped for air as he looked at the Queen who was taken aback at his outburst. She raised her hand to the guards stopping them of pulling out their guns on the boy in front of her. Harry noticed this and started looking around in panic. This was short-lived as suddenly every man in the room were tossed against the walls of the room like rag-dolls.

"I'd suggest Your Majesty to avoid frightening Harry Potter." A disembodied voice said. "Unless you want to have this palace of yours demolished. And that's the best case scenario."

"Who is this? Show yourself!"

"Oh, where are my manners?." The voice said as a small figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. The creature was short and fair-skinned with very long fingers and feet, dome-shaped had long, wild blond hair. He wore black boots, long, a ragged cloak, a black sparkly jacket, eye makeup, baggy shirts and contoured trousers. "Your Majesty." He nodded at her before smiling at him. "Hello Harry Potter, It's been a while."

"Do you know me?" Harry asked confused.

"Why yes, I do. You probably don't remember me. The first time we saw each other you weren't yourself if memory serves me right."

"Wha-when we first met?"

"It was Ezekiel Black's trial, were he swore on his magic and soul to protect you." The creature replied. "A bit dramatic if you ask me but emotions were running high so.."

"Who are you?" The Queen interrupted him.

"Who am I you ask?" The creature asked surprised. "I'm Jareth the Goblin King of course."

"You are the king of the goblins?"

"I am." Jareth shook his head. "The lack of information that you have about the magical world is astounding. Do you even know what me and my kingdom do?" Seeing her lack of response Jareth shook his head again in frustration. "This is even worst that what I feared."

"What you feared? What do you mean by that? And what's that you said about my castle being demolished?"

"I meant that the lack of knowledge that you display proves that people are keeping things from you." Seeing her surprised face Jared reassured her. "Oh don't worry, wizards tend to do that sort of thing all the time. If you aren't one of them it's practically impossible to get news from them. Unless you're a goblin, of course. About your palace, what I said was to avoid stressing Harry." He gestured at Harry, who was stunned to hear about the oath. "Lord Black can perceive when Harry Potter is in danger. He feels his fear and that allows him to apparate to wherever he is. Personally I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul who comes to hurt Harry Potter, for Lord Black is not merciful kind in these matters. Although seeing what Harry has just done I reckon people will be wary of him too. Wasn't this palace's wards empowered by the Ley Lines beneath it?"

"Ley Lines?"

"Never mind, in any case you'd probably won't tell me even if you knew. My point is that Ezekiel Black is Harry Potter's Magical Guardian and he is so by choice. He could've rejected the boy at any time and still can but chooses not to. It'd be in everyone's interest for this to remain as it is."

"Is that a threat?"

"An advice Madam, no more no less. Harry Potter carries a high position in the magical society."

"That I know very well, Goblin King." The Queen answered with pride. "He's the next Lord Protector after all, just like his father and his grandfather before him."

"He's much more than that, he is The-Boy-Who-Lived." Jareth clarified. "He's the one that survived the Killing Curse, the one that did what no other wizard could've done. The Bane of Lord Voldemort."

"Voldemort? I've never met or named anyone with that name."

"A tittle that he gave himself, given the fact that he was one of the most powerful Dark wizards in history few people disputed that claim. Truth be told that wasn't his real name and not even I know it."

"Harry, I had no idea..."

"You didn't knew?" Harry asked enraged, startling both royals. He looked at both of them incredulously "He killed my parents and you didn't even knew his name?"

"Your father never told me..." The Queen said.

"He covered his tracks, Harry. Before he ever made a move in the open Gringotts received several attacks. Countless goblin lives were lost, my own father among them." Jareth said softly, Harry's indignation diminished upon hearing this. "At the time we had one set of documents detailing the births, deaths and everything of the wizards. Correcting that mistake was one of the first things I did after my coronation but whatever information we might had on Voldemort was lost."

"Coronation?" The Queen asked.

"I did said that I was the Goblin King, didn't I?" Jareth replied playfully. "Don't worry Madam, I've grown quite a thick skin when it comes to wizards and humans. Given your lack of knowledge of my world I will take no offence for your lack of manners."

"I'm afraid that you're mistaken, Goblin King." The Queen replied icily. "But even I know that there's no such thing as a Goblin Kingdom anywhere in the world."

"But there's one under it." Jareth explained. "Far below the ground were the laws of man cannot reach."

"No man's land, then."

"Goblin's land, madam." Jareth corrected her.

"And has that Kingdom been recognized by wizards around the world? I must say it sounds quite unreal"

"Arguments were made Madam but my people are nothing but resourceful. We discovered fault lines centuries before mankind did and what happens when you fiddle with them. Negotiations went much smoother after that." Jareth smiled viciously at the Queen. "But I'm afraid that we have gotten sidetracked. Harry, please explain to her Majesty your living conditions."

"I have a room" Harry began.

"Not with Lord Black, Harry. Tell us about your life in Privet Drive, about your uncles."

The Queen listened carefully as Harry told his story. It didn't took long since Harry was only eight years old but by the time he finished she was livid. Harry told her everything from his earliest memory to the moment when Ezekiel had saved him.

"I'm terribly sorry for all you had to endure, Harry." She said slowly. " No child should have to live like that. I assure you that those people will be judged to the fullest extent of the law."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Madam." Jareth replied.

"What do you mean?"

"When Harry summoned Lord Black for the first time, Ezekiel Black was attacked by a ward of some sort. It was only by releasing the Black Magic that he was able to fight back and save Harry."

"I don't care about magic, Sir" The Queen replied furious. "What Harry has described is abuse and neglect. I'll have those people in the deepest hole that I can find."

"The problem with that, Madam, is that Ezekiel Black destroyed all the evidence of those crimes. Not intentionally of course."

"WHAT!?"

"He launched Vernon Dursley through the roof of his living room and while that didn't kill him, it did affect the structure of the house. Shortly after Albus Dumbledore enchanted the building the entire structure collapsed. Again, this didn't brought any casualties but it did destroyed what Harry described as 'his room'. Furthermore the first thing he did after Harry was under his care was to have him treated in my facilities. I have the report of his injuries but right now Harry's body is as good as new. Better even one might argue."

"That animal." The Queen said disgusted. "Destroys everywhere he goes."

"Lord Black had been injured by Vernon Dursley, Madam" Jareth said as he gestured Harry who was going to reply to her. "When he apparated to save Harry. It was a debilitating injury that also misplaced his wand. Not only after that Lord Black performed , at a great personal risk I might add, first aids on Harry. Had he been any other wizard that would've been fine but for Ezekiel Black that means death."

"Death?" Both the Queen and Harry asked confused.

"Lord Black is a Dark Wizard, that doesn't mean he's evil." Jareth explained, the Queen scoffed at this but remained quiet seeing Harry's glare. "It simply means that he's best suited for combat magic. A Dark Wizard can certainly perform Light Magic but certainly won't be as effective or precise as a Light Wizard's and it will take much more energy than one. Ezekiel Black's problem is that he's without a doubt the darkest wizard in history. To put it in perspective if a regular Dark Wizard's magic is like a sword, his magic is equal of a nuclear bomb, as you call those aberrations."

"And yet he was able to heal Harry." The Queen noted.

"You forgot what I told you, Madam. Ezekiel Black is Dark, THE Dark one might argue. Harry said that when Ezekiel sent him to find Nymphadora Tonks his knees were wet after kneeling next to him. I say that was his blood on the floor. Healing Harry took everything he had and he knew it and not only did he knew but he followed trough so that Harry was healthy enough to leave that house. For a wizard like him that means losing all his magic and without magic, a wizard dies."

"You seem to know very much about this, Sir" The Queen looked at Jareth suspiciously. "I take it then that you know that Ezekiel Black has died several times already? Yet he seems to come back every time."

Harry's eyes widened after hearing this.

"Yes, he has." Jareth nodded. "Some of your old staff told us about the time he reported to you and how you forbid him from doing so ever again. I don't blame you, the details were dreadful as far as I remember them."

"They told you?"

"They wanted to forget and I wanted to know, a fair deal as far as the parts were concerned. We don't know how the Black Magic operates and I sincerely doubt that any of us would like to know. Even then what Ezekiel Black can do with that magic goes beyond even the worst stories about the Black family. What more worrying is that if what I've heard is correct, he's not looking for new ways to use it. He wants something gone and that something will disappear."

"An animal, no less than his grandfather." The Queen spat with disgust.

"Orion Black was many things Madam and none of them is relevant, except for one. Grandfather. For all his faults or triumphs depending on your view, Orion Black was a remarkable grandfather. Caring and loving for all accounts."

"And where are his children then? Both dead if memory serves me right. I had to make due without a Lord Black for years thanks to that man's 'loving and caring' nature."

"That conversation should be between us, Madam." Jareth said cautiously. "But what I'm trying to say is that Ezekiel Black isn't a stranger to affection."

"Did you meet him, as a child?" The Queen asked. "Did he seemed normal to you?"

"No but."

"I did" The Queen interrupted him." Let me tell you what I saw: a monster in the making. A child that terrified seasoned soldiers by smiling. He wasn't a normal child, he's the product of the worst people that have ever came from this lands."

"And you've taken advantage of that." Jareth interrupted her. "It's know around the world and below it that Ezekiel Black answers to one person. You. It's also no secret that if any nation in the world encounters a problem that they cannot handle you lend them Lord Black's assistance."

"And he kills them, every time he returns I receive news of his latest massacres."

"But do you know why he does it?" Jareth countered. "Do you know what he has to face? Because I know for a fact that he doesn't."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying what should be obvious to you already." Jareth said loudly. "If a sovereign nation is willing to ask for Ezekiel Black, it won't be to rescue a kitten from a tree. Just because the wizards in this country are stuck to their old ways it doesn't mean that the rest of the world is too. Mistakes are being made, grave mistakes even as we speak and once they reach critical point I assure you that your help will be required. Because that's the only way to get Ezekiel Black's assistance without incurring in his debt. So he goes and yes, he kills whatever it is that they tell them to kill but it's all being done under your name and it's you who reap the benefits from it. The House Of Black isn't just Ancient and Most Noble, it's a deterrent from any attack that this nation might receive. Its the lever that you use to get political advantages given the fact that the wizard community in Britain is the smallest in Europe."

"I do not do such a thing!" The Queen replied indignant.

"But the Wizengamot does and it does it in your name." Jareth replied. "Tell me, do you even know what that is? Do you even know the power that you wield in that world?"

The Queen was astonished at this outburst.

"But that' not the point." Jareth sighted. "There are many things that you need to know, that you must know, but right now know this: Ezekiel Black is the best guardian for Harry Potter. He's not the monster that you imagine him to be, far from it. I've kept and eye on him and his family and while I agree that he's far from perfect Harry will be safe and sound with them."

"His family? You mean the Malfoys." The Queen shivered at the mention of them. "I meet all the Ancient and Most Noble Houses when is time to name the new Lords. Those people were repellent to say the least."

"No, Madam. There was another member of the House of Black, exiled because of her marriage with a wizard lacking pure blood. Andromeda Black and Edward Tonks were the ones that took Lord Black into their home."

"Tonks? Wasn't that the last name of the wizard that Black..."

"Their daughter Madam, Ezekiel Black's cousin." Jareth explained.

"She doesn't like it." Harry said.

"She doesn't like it? What do you mean Harry?" The Queen asked.

"Her name. She likes Dora because people made fun of her."

"Oh, I see..."

"And then she punches them."

"That's enough, Mister Potter." Jareth cut him off before Harry could continue. "Those people took him in when nobody else would, they are the reason why he's Ezekiel Black and not the second coming of Orion. His family is an integral part of his life and I'm sure they'll be part of Harry's too. You heard the boy, Ezekiel Black wants to have Harry Potter as part of his family. His family wants Harry to be a part of them as well. To take him from them is to leave him unprotected against those who wish to use him for their own purposes. Ezekiel Black has no use for him nor does he want to have it. Please, let Harry Potter under Ezekiel Black's care."

The Queen looked at the pleading goblin and Harry's expecting face. She knew that no matter what she decided Black would comply. His Oath as a Lord ensured it, that much she knew but it seemed that it wasn't enough for the world that she had neglected.

"Very well." She finally said. "I will allow Harry to remain under Ezekiel Black's custody but I shall do so under a Royal Command."

"Of course Your Majesty." Jareth bowed on he heard that and motioned Harry to do too. "We have to get going then, he must suspect something by now." Taking out a watch from his jacket he was said surprised. "It's been almost two hours."

"I told him to wait outside the throne room and the room becomes soundproof once the doors close. As far as he knows Harry and I are still there."

"In that case it'll be for the best that he doesn't know that I'm here."

"Agreed." The Queen nodded. "Although I must ask you to remain here until they leave. It seems that I've left far too much in the wrong hands."

"That I agree, Madam. Please tell Lord Black of your decision and also" He added with a guilty look on his face. "please call for a medic for your men. I'm afraid that I might had used more force than necessary."

Harry looked at the ceiling of his room. He had considered Ezekiel to be good, up until he found out about the man on the basement. It was hard to consider him good after that even if he told Dora the man wouldn't die. In the end he only understood one thing. Ezekiel was complicated. If that made him good or bad, time would tell. Just as the books that he had received in secret by the Goblin King regarding what was expected of him in the magical society.

I don't own Harry Potter, all characters except OC belong to J. K. Rowling.