Hey A/all. This is chapter thirty-nine of the new and improved The Black Heir: The Saga Begins. It was originally just a rewrite of my The Black Heir: First Year, but it has deviated so much from how that one used to be that it's now a new story all on its own, though the basic premise is the same. This story is once more complete! And is a whopping 48 chapters long, lots was added haha. Updates should be weekly unless something drastic happens.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Evelyn Celeste Black is my own original character, but all other recognisable characters belong to J K Rowling, I just like to use them to do my bidding.
Summary: What happens when the mistreated daughter of Sirius Black is eligible for her first year at Hogwarts at the same time as her father's escape from Azkaban and she is reunited with Harry Potter. The summer before Harry's third year might just turn out to be just as much of an adventure as his years at Hogwarts. (Eventual HarryXGinny, NevilleXOC, and RonXLuna)
Warning: This story does contain spanking, but it is not the focus, still if you don't like it don't read it.
A huge, huge thank you to my amazing Beta who has been an amazing support in writing this. Yes, I am trying my hardest to turn her into a Harry Potter Fan. Without her support and guidance, you probably wouldn't be getting this story for a good few years.
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After Harry was able to open his core and even touch it without having his magic lash out Remus picked up the warding stones. "Now we need to go outside, if I'm correct, what's about to happen will be rather explosive," he winked at Harry.
Harry straightened himself up and stretched out. He felt like he'd been sitting for hours, he licked his lips dryly, wishing he could have a drink before they moved on. He still wasn't sure about asking for things he wanted or even needed though, it was much easier to ask for things for Evie than himself.
Remus heard the dry lip smacking and knew what it meant, "Dobby," he called.
Dobby appeared with a crack and beamed with glee seeing his favourite person in the whole entire world. "Oh, Master Harry Potter Sir! Is there being anythings Dobby can bes doing for you and your Moony?"
Remus cleared his throat supressing his smile of amusement as Harry blushed in embarrassment. "Could you get me a cup of tea and whatever Harry would like to drink please?"
"A pumpkin juice please," Harry requested quickly.
"Oh yes Dobby can bes doing that right away Master Harry Potter Sir's Moony," Dobby stated before he vanished with a crack. He quickly reappeared with the requested beverages and handed them to his Masters. "If Master Harry Potter Sir is needing anything Dobby will bes getting it right away yes, yes, right away, the great Master Harry Potter Sir only needs to ask Dobby and Dobby bes doings it!"
"Thank you, Dobby," Remus stated to dismiss the elf.
Once Dobby had gone Harry shook his head, "something has got to be done with him, can't you or Dad say something to him?"
Remus sighed, "sorry Harry, Dobby clearly adores you, if you want to stop it, you're going to have to talk to him yourself," he explained.
Harry shuddered and shook his head, "no thanks, you know he burst into very loud sobs when I just told him to sit down the first time we met," he reminded his pseudo-Uncle.
"Well, if you're not willing to talk with him, you're just going to have to learn to live with it," Remus warned.
Harry gave a dramatic sigh, "I guess I'll have to learn to live with it."
Remus chuckled shaking his head. "Poor you," he quipped dryly. "Come on, let's get outside," he urged. He led Harry out of the manor and to the grounds, finding an area wide enough to do what they needed. He conjured a matchstick and set it down in front of Harry, "so one of the first spells you learn is matchstick into a needle. I want you to do that," he instructed. He stepped back so he was behind Harry and waited.
Harry frowned at having to do such an easy first year spell but did as he was told, almost dropping his wand in shock at the huge explosion and massive gouge he'd made in the ground. "What was that!?" He exclaimed.
"That was you putting the same amount of magic into the spell as you did when you still had the block on your magic. You are used to forcing excessive amounts of magic into your spells to make them work because of the block, and now you're still doing the same," Remus explained.
Harry blew out a breath, "how do I stop that? Flit… Professor Flitwick likes to do a review of the previously learnt spells on the first lesson back. I don't want to cast Wingardium Leviosa and explode the classroom!"
"No, you definitely don't. This was why it was even more important than normal for you to connect with your core Harry, you have to learn to control how much magic you send to your spells. We're going to have to go over the whole of the first- and second-year spell curriculum to retrain your core to only provide what is needed," Remus clarified. He conjured another matchstick and set it down, "now you're going to explode it again, but first you need to find your core again, so you can see how much magic gets sent to the spell," he instructed.
Sirius and Evie, having heard the explosion, came down to the grounds to watch. Evie was eager to try out the spells herself, but Sirius stopped her. "We're going to work on something a little different Evie, I want you to work on how much magic you see. When Harry pushes out a lot of magic with his spells it'll be extremely bright, so I want you to work on not looking too deeply when he casts his spells," he told her softly.
Evie looked up at her Dad worriedly, "is it going to hurt?"
Sirius sighed and knelt down to be eye level with his daughter, "I don't know, but Princess, you're going to see a lot of spells flying and a lot of magic at Hogwarts, so you need to know how not to see it… or at least how to ignore it. You can try and focus on something else for now, but I really want you to try and work on this. I don't like the thought of a cauldron in potions exploding and your eyes hurting, because of the magic. Can you try to do this for me?" He pleaded.
Evie swallowed nervously but nodded.
Nyx came running out of the Manor and launched for her little witch, climbing up her to settle on her shoulder, sensing her witch's need.
Sirius leapt back when the kneazle appeared out of nowhere, "demon kneazle," he hissed shuddering.
Nyx hissed at him before butting her head into her little witch's neck and purring loudly.
Evie felt calmer having Nyx to focus on and giggled a little as she hissed at her Daddy, and he almost fell over in his attempt to get away. She knew Nyx didn't mean anything by it, her familiar found it funny that both Harry and her Daddy were scared of her. "I'm ready," she told her Daddy.
Sirius levelled the kneazle kitten with a glare before concentrating on helping his daughter, "right so, I know you can look and feel deeply, now I want you to not look, to let everything become background. If you need to focus on one thing to make it happen then focus on Nyx, but also try to do it without focusing on her, to watch what your brother is doing, without looking at his aura or magic, just to look at him." He knew it would be a challenge for her, just as learning to control how much of his magic he channelled into spells would be for Harry.
Remus and Sirius kept the pair working for a couple hours before stopping, "right let's get some lunch, then Harry, I believe you wanted to teach your sister how to fly right?" Sirius suggested.
Harry was rather impressed with the many craters he'd left in the Manor grounds; it was a strain trying to control how much magic he pushed into his spells. He'd finally managed to just change the matchstick into a needle, but when he tried the levitation charm everything exploded again. It was mentally exhausting, and he was extremely grateful for the break. His eyes lit up with eagerness when his Dad suggested teaching Evie how to fly, "can I?"
Sirius chuckled, "yes, I think you've both done some excellent work today, we'll be back to it tomorrow, but I think fun is on the agenda for the rest of the day."
Remus nodded in agreement, "I couldn't agree more, you've both made outstanding progress and we're really proud of you. You've definitely earned a nice break and I think flying sounds perfect. First though lunch."
Evie's eyes were definitely stinging, but it was getting easier to keep the magic in the background. Harry's first few explosive spells had made her cry out, but she was slowly working out how to almost ignore the magic she could see, how to let it just be there and not focus on it. The explosive spells were still almost blindingly bright, but she was getting better at not focusing in on them, letting them become background too.
After a quick but delicious lunch of chicken soup with warm fresh baked crusty bread rolls and a quick bathroom break, everyone once again headed outside. Harry led eagerly over to the quidditch pitch and headed straight for the broom shed, opening it up and carefully examining the brooms. He picked two of the best-looking ones and called Evie over.
Evie was feeling a little anxious about this, it wasn't that she didn't trust her brother, it was more she wasn't sure she trusted herself to be any good at this. She was worried that if she wasn't good at flying, Harry would be upset with her. She slowly approached her brother, "don't be mad," she whispered to him fearfully.
Harry turned instantly and looked at Evie worriedly, "what's wrong?"
"Don't be mad if I'm not good at this," Evie pleaded weakly. She didn't think she'd be able to stand it if Harry was mad at her.
Harry almost threw the brooms away as he rushed forward to take Evie into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Never Evie, even if you're utterly hopeless at flying I won't be mad at you. If flying isn't your thing, then it's not your thing, and you'll just have to fly on my broom with me," he promised her.
Evie wrapped her own arms around her brother and let out a whimper of relief, she loved Harry so much that the thought of him unhappy with her hurt.
Remus and Sirius let the kids have their moment, both blaming the tears welling up in their eyes at the precious moment on non-existent allergies.
Eventually Harry and Evie broke apart and Harry picked up the brooms, carrying them both under one arm as he wrapped the other around his sister. He walked her onto the quidditch pitch and placed the brooms down. "Now the first thing you need to do is summon your broom into your hand. So, you need to place your hand over your broom and say up. You have to tell it to come to you, it's not sentient, but if you are unsure it won't come," he explained.
Evie nodded and placed her hand over the broom, unable to help but look at it to see the magic within. "Up," she called. She blinked seeing the magic stir and the broom shoot into her hand. She felt a smile tugging at her lips as she could feel the eager humming of the magic, the broom wanted to fly.
Harry grinned seeing Evie call her broom to her straight away. "Brilliant!" He praised. He summoned his own broom, "now you want to mount your broom, you'll want a good firm grip, but not too tight," he instructed. He helped Evie to mount the broom, and showed her how to grip it, "perfect." He quickly mounted his broom as well, "now when you're ready, you need to push up from the ground, a good hard push, so you can hover."
Evie was rapidly losing any fear she had as Harry gently coaxed her through it. She took a deep breath and pushed up in a jump, gasping in a mix of surprise and delight when she found herself hovering a few feet off the ground.
"Well done, Evie! Now push down on the handle of the broom and lean forward a little so you'll touch back down," Harry told her.
Evie gave a nod and did as Harry instructed, beaming when she managed to touch back down flawlessly.
Harry had her practice taking off and touching back down a couple more times before he kicked off the ground to join his sister hovering, "you're doing fantastic Evie! Now it's all about how you move the broom handle, to go higher, you pull up on the handle, to go lower you push down, and turn the way you want to go. To move forward, lean forward. So long as you remain in control the broom will do what you want it to do. For now, how about you follow me, and we take a nice slow lap around the pitch?" Once he saw Evie agree Harry held onto the front of his broom and leaned forward to start a nice slow lap.
Evie nodded and like Harry moved her hands to the front of her broom and leaned forwards. She beamed, eyes bright with delight as the broom flew and she was soon following Harry.
Harry started off nice and gentle, a slow and steady lap around the pitch, making sure Evie was flying straight and level and was happy. "Okay, now we're going to play follow the leader. I'm going to do some moves like going higher and lower, zig zags, and going faster and slower, and you're going to copy me. If at any point you want to stop say stop and we will," he told her.
"I'm ready," Evie insisted joy clear in her voice.
Harry laughed hearing the happiness in his little sister's voice and did as he said, taking the broom on little climbs and dives, zig zags, speeding up and slowing down, upping the challenge of each thing when he saw Evie master it.
Sirius and Remus watched as Evie grew in confidence handling the broom, "another quidditch player in the making," Remus commented.
Sirius laughed, "well with mine and James' blood running through the pair of them what else can you expect?" Part of him was itching to insist Evie come down from the broom, quidditch was a dangerous sport after all and the thought of her getting hurt terrified him. Her overwhelming enjoyment stopped him, and he promised himself that if she wanted to play quidditch he would support her. He would not restrict what his daughter could or couldn't do, no matter how much the thought of her doing certain things terrified him.
It didn't take long before Evie was zooming across the pitch, almost as comfortable on a broom as her brother. The game changed from follow the leader, to tag as they both did their best to outfly each other. The brooms were evenly matched so the competition between them was tight, Harry's experience gave him an edge, but Evie's light weight and smaller stature enabled her to make tighter and faster turns. Harry was still winning in points, as this was Evie's first time on a broom, but not by a huge amount, though Harry wasn't actively trying to thrash his little sister, he was still working on building her confidence.
Sirius honestly thought his heart was going to stop a few times watching his daughter tear across the pitch at breakneck speed and dive to from dizzying heights, and watching Harry was not much better. Finally, he could take no more, "okay guys, that's enough flying for today! Time to come in and wash up for dinner!" He called.
Remus, who hadn't been faring much better than Sirius, grinned, "translation, your heart can't take much more of the death-defying aeronautic acrobatics," he teased.
"Sue me," Sirius quipped back.
Harry sighed hearing the call and nodded, heading to the ground to dismount.
Evie shot like an arrow towards her Daddy and Godfather flattening herself to the broom before stopping abruptly a couple feet from them a huge smile on her face as she dismounted. "I love flying!" She declared.
Sirius forced a smile on his face, "I can tell. Go put the broom in the broom shed and let's go find out what Letta has cooked for us for dinner," he urged. Waiting until she had run to return the broom, he looked at Remus, "first years aren't allowed their own brooms at Hogwarts, we'll tell her that's why she can't have a broom this year."
Remus laughed loudly and smacked Sirius on the back, "good luck with that one, I'll bet you five galleons Harry gets Evie and Ginny put on at least the reserve team," he offered.
Sirius growled, "no bet!"
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There you go, there's chapter thirty-nine. Please drop me a review and tell me what you thought, cookies for those who do!
