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The Black Family Meeting

'When a black family meeting is called, all surviving members of the black family and their spouses must be in attendance. Any children born of these members must also attend the meeting. A meeting can only be called if:

There are monetary assets or other assets, which require distribution.

To disown or reinstate members to the family, Harry grinned happily and underlined this point.

To summon family members for a blood feud

The head may decide in these points only, his decision is final. During a meeting all hostilities will be ceased and all meeting must take pace at Black Manor'

Harry sat there in the throne room of Black castle, which was literally black. The bricks were black, the horses were black, and the carriage was black. The gates were black, the hounds were black, and there were black birds, which looked like ravens circling outside the window. He impatiently flicked through the letters he had sent earlier, the copies required to be placed within the Black-family-history book.

'Bellatrix Lestrange

You have been summoned to a Black family meeting, take this portkey at 12 noon, it will bring you here. You are required to bring your husband and any children you may have.

Master Black- Head of the Black family'

'Andromeda Tonks

You have been summoned to a Black family meeting, take this portkey at 12 noon, it will bring you here. You are required to bring your husband and any children you may have. We have some issues to discuss.

Master Black- Head of the Black family'

'Narcissa Malfoy

You have been summoned to a Black family meeting, take this portkey at 12 noon, it will bring you here. You are required to bring your husband and any children you may have.

Master Black-Head of the Black family'

'Frederick Zabini

You have been summoned to a Black family meeting, take this portkey at 12 noon, it will bring you here. You are required to bring your wife and any children you may have. We have some issues to discuss.

Master Black- Head of the Black family'

Imagining the surprise on their faces when he removed his hood to reveal Harry Potter, he sat in anticipation of that time. However, what he was not looking forward to was when the attendants greeted him by kissing him on the hem of his robes; it was too Voldemort-like.

Unfortunately, it was a law he could not change without the permission of the previous master, because Sirius was no longer there. Sitting on an actual throne was wonderful and horrible, wonderful because it was so comfortable but horrible because he felt arrogant.

A muffled thud followed by several more, signalled the arrival of everyone, he blushed underneath his hood unseen by the members. This was because of the cleavage from Tonks and Blaise that was quite visible when they bowed down. He suppressed the hate for Lucius, Draco and Bellatrix remembering a TV programme he had sneaked out to watch.

Flashback

The old man wearing a peace sign on his T-shirt had tears in his eyes at a murder in Chechnya.

"Remember those of you, who are watching, a majority those religions, those beliefs which you hold dear are there to bring peace. No matter what evil those so called believers do, the belief or morals for those of you who do not believe in a higher being is the same.

The message is always the same; Hatred is the mother of evil, those who transgress will ultimately fall it is the cycle of life. Hatred breeds evil, it is a disease to the heart, yet some people deserve to die, yes some people will always be evil, but to take an innocent life? That is to transgress and to become the monster you fight. Hate the actions not the person as Friedrich Nietzsche once said –

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he doesn't become a monster'. And if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you.

End Flashback

Everyone silently sat down; Blaise nervously took the seat next to Harry, whilst the muggle Ted Tonks sat between his wife and daughter looking out of place in his jeans and muggle T-shirt.

Mr and Mrs Zabini looked on in curiosity, they had been disowned before Sirius birth- three generations ago- and they were not to be included in such meetings.

Finally Harry spoke, his changed voice unrecognisable to the audience. "First order of business. I, Harry James Potter, Black-Master of our family: Do hereby reinstate the Zabini family as members of the prestigious Black family. I, Harry James Potter Black-Master also welcome Andromeda Black Tonks back into our family."

Blaise was stunned. Potter? He was the head of the Black family? Merlin. Narcissa smirked; she had known it from the start, who else would inherit the throne from Sirius?

On one side the Zabini's and Tonks' (Bar Ted) were pleasantly surprised once they had overcome the shock. On the other side all barring Narcissa were pale with shock, Bellatrix especially.

Harry stood up and held out his hand, upon which the Zabini family and Tonks family kissed it and greeted him as their head. Blaise kiss lingered for longer than necessary and Harry smirked to cover the fact that he was flustered inside. Harry continued once everyone was seated once again.

"To both, the Zabini and Tonks families I bequeath 20 Million galleons to be used in accordance to their own wishes. To the rest of you, you must swear on Merlin's oath that you will serve the light or risk expulsion from our family."

(A/N alen: this is what I wished to do, before I gave them some money)

They utterly refused, although his legilimency picked up some doubt from Narcissa, he decided to keep them within the family for now – or else risk the death of the Malfoy matriarch. "Very, well for each of you I bequeath a single Knut and wish you a good journey; farewell."

Their Faces were filled with fury, but familiar with the pain they would feel if they began hostilities towards the head through the ancient magical wards. They recognised the dismissal; collecting a Knut each from Harry, they kissed the hem of his robes and portkeyed away.

The rest of the occupants of the room sat there barely hiding their amusement as Harry pointed his wand at the hem of his robes and muttered "Scourgify". He sat down and made an effort to get the people to relax. "At ease my friends, would you care to join me in this feast?"

"Of course my lord, we would be honoured."

"Come now, none of that bullshit! Talk freely and yes you can laugh," everyone chuckled and the atmosphere lightened. "So what is the latest news from everybody, introduce yourselves, I have a feeling that our family is going to be pretty close during the second rise of Voldemort." Everyone flinched bar Tonks' father.

After an hour of feasting and general chatting, Tonks had just left but her parents had stayed, he continued. "There is another reason I called you here Mr. Zabini – first I will show you what I face and why I am in need of your help."

"Please call me Fred or Frederick, Harry."

"Very well, Fred" he pulled out his pensieve. Again, he thanked Remus for giving it to him, it had come into great use. He drew out the memory of the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort, using the life-size-view feature.

When the memory had finished everyone's eyes had glazed over and Fred looked towards Harry in awe. "That is the greatest duel I have ever seen, Harry. I believe you wish me to train you in duelling skill. Very well Harry, however I must stress that both the Dark lord and Dumbledore are way out of my league"

"Fred, once I have mastered duelling with you, I will seek help from Alastor Moody and if Professor Flitwick agrees with him as well. Your skill lies in transfiguration duelling does it not?" Fred nodded.

"Alastor Moody is a brutal dueller in which he excels even greater than Riddle or Dumbledore. Finally, the master charms, dueller Professor Flitwick is the best in that field. If I can become proficient in all styles of duelling then I may have a chance the next time I face the bastard."

Fred nodded again appreciatively, but he still had some doubts "I have heard that you have some difficulties with the simpler spells but can do difficult spells like the Patronus without batting an eyelid."

Harry nodded back, "Yes, which was true until this past summer when I read a book by Merlin himself, What is Magic?"

Fred grinned and his eyes lit up, "I see, I was going to recommend to you".

They discussed tactics until Blaise spoke up, "Harry, why did you request to a resorting to Ravenclaw?"

"Where else can I study without raising eyebrows and making Dumbledore suspicious? Moreover, McGonagall has been ordered by Dumbledore to side with anyone else against me, so I have to go to the Headmaster to discuss things with him willingly. However, I have had wish to. Yes, I was wrong in the duel with Snape but however distasteful and dishonourable my actions were – she had no right to punish me. I have a feeling though that Dumbledore wishes me to stay out of any form of danger. I guess this is goodnight."

Using his most pompous voice "You may leave. I, your modest superior, give you permission to leave my honourable presence." Everyone chuckled. Soon it was time to depart; "None of this leaves this room, ok? Not even to Tonks, her loyalty is to Dumbledore first." Everyone nodded wondering how they could have ever thought that he was Dumbledore's pawn.

Several days later at Hogwarts, Harry stood in the Ravenclaw common room, reading a book and absently practicing the spells on a dummy. Every other member of the house sat there watching him cast spell upon spell on the first try. He was still frustrated though, it would take him at least until the end of the 7th year to complete his training and truly overtake voldemort in matters of knowledge and skill. It was a long road but he knew that if he wanted to live where there were no Death Eaters, just him, his family, and remaining friends then it was the right way.

Finally, finishing the book, he put it down and turned to a cute first year girl with doe like eyes all innocent. "Erm, er Mister Potter sir, erm could you help me with an assignment please?" Harry grinned, "No" the girl looked downhearted and he continued, "Mister Potter will not help you, Harry will though. I'm your house mate, so just call me Harry ok sweetie?" the girls face lit up and she skipped to her desk.

All in all Harry was happy in Ravenclaw apart from when Luna was spying on him. He had learnt quite a lot about wizarding customs and other necessities for the Head of even one family, even more so for a head of two. Soon after he returned to his dorm to get ready for his classes, he was a little irritated that the Ravenclaws all woke up at seven to get ready and read up on notes.

He skipped breakfast along with some other Ravenclaws to fly; he took the little girl Ann Marie with him as first years were not allowed brooms. When he arrived at class, his adrenaline had yet to subside and he sat down in nodding at a still beaming Flitwick.

The little man had not stopped smiling since Harry had joined his house. He even went as far as to put Harry in the upcoming trials for the Quidditch team. Cho had been so jealous that she refused to talk to him saying that his fame was the cause of his entrance. Harry merely looked at her and told her in no uncertain terms that- A) he could beat her easily – if he wanted this was proven when they had gone head to head with a snitch.

Ten out of ten victories later Cho had stormed off the grounds. When he announced that he would try out for chaser, she had looked sheepish and apologetic but since then Harry had spoken minimally to her. Her popularity in their house waned and she held him responsible. Harry had done well to put up with Luna because she had not actually done anything to warrant Harry's wrath. Nor had Neville or Ginny so he had to keep it cool with them so as not to raise suspicion.

Snapping back to attention, he listened to Flitwick and sighed in disappointment as the little man chatted about the Patronus charm. Once Harry demonstrated it he set everyone else to task and dragged Harry to his cupboard.

"Harry, I am going to teach you a charm that only 10 wizards in the world can do, it's the Destructovis Patronum charm. This spell actually destroys dementors, it took me three years to master it, but I expect you will do it within three months. The reason I took so long was because my original Patronus was pitiful compared to yours, it could maybe drive away two, or three dementors at most. The wand movement is the same, but you must focus on someone else's undying love for you. I know this may be difficult for you, but think about the night when your parents died. They died so you could live, and it is a powerful bond.

One last thing Mr. Potter – this is a highly illegal spell, so you must keep this between us and practice in secret, is this understood?" Delighted, Harry nodded and headed back out to help some people with their practice.

Filius Flitwick sighed as he watched the boy. He had pleaded with Minerva to allow the boy onto the Quidditch team, and she had agreed reluctantly. Whatever had possessed her to punish him for Severus' humiliation? He would never know, yes the boy had done something dishonourable in the duel but the Potions Master had done the same for the first five years.

Sometimes the boy's eyes would light up with happiness, as they had done when most of the Gryffindors did not blame him for changing house. Sometimes they would harden, emotionless when he was around Severus or Albus and sometimes his inner pain would show in the emerald pools, the death of Sirius Black must have affected him greatly.

He watched the boy, yes a boy for his eyes were sparkling as the students joked around, only to take on a guarded expression when he was leaving the classroom. Yes, Filius Flitwick was one of the few who were familiar with both the boy and the man in Harry Potter.

He knew what Voldemort was doing to Harry; he was killing the child slowly by leeching out his happiness. This is what the second war boiled down to; yes he knew the Harry must have been destined to defeat Voldemort simply because there was a prophecy about him and the fact that the dark lord found him a threat.

He would teach the boy, no matter what people said. He would teach the boy to duel. Now all he had to do was to make the boy inside him stronger, for his innocence may have been taken from him but the death of the child would not bode well for future generations. Albus had condemned him to a horrible child hood, for one child it was too late, oh yes; Tom Riddle was beyond redemption at this time in his life.

Harry would not go dark, but he would become a dementor of sorts sucking what little happiness he could find. 'Damn you Albus, you may be the greatest wizard alive, but you have no place dealing with children personally'.

He hoped beyond hope than someone would maintain Harry Potter's sanity, for he had known Lily Potter, the greatest charms mistress to ever grace Hogwarts and he owed her a life debt. They say love cannot be defeated, yet all love has brought for him is pain. He turned back to see his new class staring at him strangely and he sighed again.

Blaise Zabini sat hidden by a disillusionment charm, inside the room of requirement watching a topless Harry Potter dance and slash through the air with two swords. His balance was amazing especially considering he had two differently weighted blades in his hands.

In his left was a broadsword heavy and clumsy yet he used it with ease. In his right was a small rapier with which he peppered the dummy by scratching it above the eyebrows a gesture, which irritated it immensely. What she enjoyed most though was his sleek yet powerful body moving gracefully through each move.

Harry grinned as he saw Blaise ogling his body and almost drooling so he decided to tempt her more. Slowly he stretched and posed repeatedly then he removed his trousers making it seem as if he was going to strip. Suddenly he dived across and grabbed her in his arms tickling her sides, she squealed loudly and begged him to stop.

"Now, we won't be having no more peeping sessions now will we?" asked Harry, a playful smile slipping onto his face.

"No, No" she giggled again and Harry got off her and slipped back into his clothes.

"How did you see me, Potter?" "I did not see you, I heard your breathing" he lied, it would not do well for her to find out about the charms on his glasses until he was sure he could trust her.

They chatted aimlessly for a little while and she massaged him when he groaned about stiff shoulders etc. Soon though it was time for the last lesson of the day for both of them – Transfiguration. Harry did not have a good time ever since his transfer. Blaise silently thought about what Harry had done, he had selected only Charms, Transfiguration and Defence against the Dark Arts as the main courses.

The other two were Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology, both of which he excelled in. She remembered when Dumbledore had given her the award for the second best student in the year. Potter had not been invited, yet he had gotten outstanding for everything barring history and astronomy. He was one of the few who had made the grade for Potions, it was the same as hers, but she guessed her head of house had something to do with not mentioning it earlier.

He had rivalled professor Snape's score, which was no mean feat. She remembered a time where her father told her that Professor Snape had taken his exam after several bouts of Cruciatus and since then she had held respect for the man. Potter – well he said he respected his abilities but the man was a bastard through and through-she could accept that. Every time she thought she had him figured out, Blaise found out something new about him. She asked the sky for the third night in a row, 'Harry Potter who or what the hell are you?'

Authors notes:

Quoth the raven: Remember a duel has a certain standard; Harry WAS out of line in the perspective of the duel as McGonagall saw it. However, from Harry's perspective he feels that the bastard deserved it. In proper duels such as current sword duelling tournaments – even karate there is honour. However, it is allowed but frowned upon to humiliate your opponent. McGonagall saw it as an outrage, Harry saw it as payback, but as Harry feels that McGonagall is singling him out, it did not help that she punished him where she had no right. I am not making her evil, I am just stressing that any woman who would allow another to place a child into an abusive home must be extremely in that persons corner so to speak.

Thank you to all my reviewers and a special thank you to Lazurine, my beta