The Future of House Black

by The Katanna Twins

The war is finally over. Harry now needs to figure things out. He discovers things hidden from him, and for once makes a decision not guided by the manipulations of another. He's accepted the Lordship. Now it's time to work towards his future. To pull his family away from the brink of extinction. He has decided. Rated T for now...

1. Chapter One

The Future of House Black

By: Ryu Katanna

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Chapter One

Green eyes stared down at the parchment in lingering disbelief at the information that had filled itself out only a few days ago. He hadn't bothered to look at it as he was dealing with the other details of his inheritance but had looked over it after coming back home, and had been trying to process the information since. There was nothing that could have possibly prepared him for this when he had agreed to go to Gringotts to claim his inheritance as he had been instructed to do by Andromeda the week before when she found out he had not done so after turning seventeen due to the war heating up.

The inheritance test had used seven drops of his blood into a potion that had then been poured onto a blank roll of parchment. It was meant to show your magical family tree. Muggle family members wouldn't show up, but it would show any magical heritage existent in the bloodline through the last five hundred years including any squib ancestry and their family line. Wizards and witches could typically live up to one hundred and fifty to almost two hundred years, and with their child-bearing years lasting well into their fifties and sixties, the test could show anywhere from five to twenty generations. Everything he read from his own family tree left him more questions even as his jaw had clenched so tightly it felt like his teeth would shatter with the realization at just how much he had been lied to after he had read it a second and third time.

Hardwin James Felis Potter-Black

Born: July 31, 1980

Blood-Status: Pureblood

'Hardwin. My name isn't even Harry.' He had thought hysterically upon reading it the first time.

No, it truly was Hardwin. Blood didn't lie, and so this test didn't lie. Harry could have been a nickname his parents had called him, he supposed. It seemed more than likely considering Sirius and Remus had both used it too, but it wasn't just that. His school letters had all come addressed to Harry James Potter. How could they have been so wrong if he had been registered to attend the school since he'd been born? There was only one thing, or person, who came to mind.

Albus Dumbledore and his bloody manipulations. He had been born while his parents were under the Fidelius charm. Few people would have known what his name was, and if Harry was a nickname, then Dumbledore might have thought that was his real name at the time supposing he hadn't been told otherwise. It was the old man who had given his name to the press when Voldemort fell the first time. It could be that he hadn't learned his real name until afterward and had just covered it up to not appear to be a liar, or he'd willfully made everyone believe that was what it was for his own purposes. It's not like Harry would have known with how young he had been when he'd been left on his Aunt't doorstep. He had thought his name was freak or boy right up until he had started muggle primary school because of his mother's sister and her husband.

Hardwin James Felis Potter. Felis…

That was a star name if he remembered his astronomy classes correctly. The star Felis was directly named after the former constellation where it was located between Antlia and Hydra. Felis was named after the Latin word for cat, because Felis contains a couple of constellations named after cat species, including Leo Major the great lion, Leo Minor the little lion, and Lynx the lynx. Had it been his parent's hope for him to go to Gryffindor or a payment of homage to their own time spent in the house at Hogwarts?

Felis also had the meaning 'lucky'. Well, that could go both ways for him. Depending on the hour he had either the best luck or completely horrible luck. Bloody hell, he had the worst luck in the world to have been in the situations he had been already in his life. A prophecy hanging over his head since before he'd been born, becoming a target for Voldemort, losing his parents, having to live with the Dursleys, and everything that had happened every year since he had stepped back into the wizarding world. There was also Dumbledore and all of his manipulations of his life as he played him like a chess piece he knew he would one day sacrifice 'for the greater good'.

At the same time, he also had the most damnable good luck. He'd survived. No matter what he'd had to live through; he had lived through it. Dumbledore and Voldemort were both dead, and he was still here. He still had a life to live. A future that while he didn't know what to do with yet, he was looking forward to.

Another thought came to mind as he was reminded that Felis was a star name. Regulus is one of the four brightest stars within five degrees of the ecliptic, the others are Spica in Noctua, Antares in Simianus, and Aldebaran in Araneus. The other notable bright stars in Felis were Alphard; a bright giant located in Hydra, and Denebola; a main sequence located in Leo Major.

Had it also been a tribute to Sirius as his godfather? He couldn't imagine why, if that was the case. Sirius had loathed his family.

His mother, Walburga, the most of all.

Father: James Charlus Potter

Date of Birth: March 27, 1960

Date of Death: October 31, 1981

Blood-Status: Pureblood

Harry took a moment to look over his dad's side of the family. Interesting, but not surprising with some of the family names considering he'd already known his dad was from an old pureblood line. He wasn't truly surprised to see that they were descended from the Peverells. The cloak was a family heirloom after all, and Ignatius Peverell had been buried in the cemetery at Godric's Hallow. He only winced a bit in the knowledge that it meant he had been distantly related to Tom Riddle, but then again, most pureblood lines in Britain were linked in some way.

No, the most surprising thing was that he wasn't from the main line, but he had living cousins who were. Charlus Potter and Dorea Potter nee Black were his grandparents. Charlus Potter had a cousin, Fleamont Potter.
He and his wife Euphemia Potter nee Greengrass had a son a few years younger than James. The son, Henry Potter married a witch named Leanne Potter nee Fitch. They had a child a few years younger than Hardwin. Henry Potter and his wife Leanne as well as their sons Silas, David, and their daughter Dianna all had dates of birth but no date of death. He had blood relations he hadn't even known about. People he had never heard of before.

It just left him with even more questions. Questions that Hardwin wasn't sure he would like the answers to though he wanted them.

The real surprise had come again after seeing his mum's name. He had to pause at the names of her parents as the lines went on. This couldn't be right. He had been told that his mother was muggle-born, but according to this, she hadn't been. There were names listed on both sides of her family tree which meant they'd had magic. Names that made his eyebrows climb even as his face paled.

Mother: Lily Jane Ophelia Potter nee Evans

Date of Birth: January 30, 1960

Date of Death: October 31, 1981

Blood-Status: Half-Blood

The first name to draw his attention was his mum's grandfather on her mother's side.

Marius Blackmoore (Formerly Black)

Date of Birth: June 24, 1915

Date of Death: April 15, 1972

Blood-Status: Pureblood

Marius… Formerly Black. He had been disowned, but not disinherited, and so the names of his parents were listed as well as their parents. Cygnus Black and Violette Black nee Bulstrode. Phineas Nigellus Black and his wife Ursula Black nee Flint. Bloody hell. His Great Grandfather on his Mum's side and his grandmother on his father's side had been brother and sister.

Harry's mum, dad, and godfather had all been cousins from the Black family. Lily Jane Ophelia and Hardwin James Felis. Things were starting to make more sense there. It hadn't been a tribute to his godfather at all, but more of a naming tradition taken from the Black family even after Marius' disownment. He wasn't very distantly related to the Black family at all. Actually, that meant he did still have closer blood relatives than just the Dursleys and the remaining Potters. He'd been led to believe the only family he had left were Petunia and Dudley.

Andromeda Tonks and Narcissa Malfoy were his second or third cousins. Tonks and Draco Malfoy were his fourth or fifth cousins and even his godson, Teddy. He could feel his head starting to swim even as he looked further to see more surprises.

Hardwin's great grandmother on his Mum's mother's side had been a Prewett. Cassia Prewett had been the older sister of Molly Weasley's father by more than twenty years. He was related to both of Ron and Ginny's parents. On one hand, he was happy to know they were family even if a bit distant, but on the other, he could feel his stomach churn. He had kissed his cousin. Dated his cousin.

Ginny had been hinting at getting back together, but Harry had hesitated. It had only been a few months since the war had ended. He had been putting her off as he tried to sort himself out. His mind and emotions had been all over the place as he was pulled in different directions. It hadn't helped that he had been attending funerals, testifying at Death Eater trials, helping with the clean-up at Hogwarts, and trying to make time to visit Teddy to help Andromeda with his godson. He's been so busy that he hadn't even had time to sort himself out and had felt like he was going out of his mind while fending off her advances, and her mother's insinuations of marriage.

He would have to put a stop to all of that now no matter how he might feel or not feel. There definitely wouldn't be any wedding happening now that he knew. They may be something like third or fourth cousins, but it was still a closer relation than he was truly comfortable with. Especially since he was related to her through both of her parents and both of his. He was related to Arthur Weasley through his mother Cedrella Weasley nee Black as well as Molly Weasley as she had been born a Prewett.

Bloody hell, he was even related to Neville and Barty Couch Jr. through the Blacks as well.

Meanwhile, his great grandfather on his mum's father's side showed him to be a 'muggle-born' as well of squib descent. His mother's side looked to be a squib line from the Montague and Nott families. They would be distantly related at best with as many generations as the tree showed between them, but not the mother's side. Three, four, five, six generations back from Harry there was a name that was damning. Corvinus Gaunt.

His ancestor had been the second-born son, a squib, of Corvinus Gaunt. Tom Riddle and he were more closely related than even he had realized. They were both related directly to the Peverells as well as to Salazar Slytherin through the Gaunts line. That knowledge brought with it so many questions as well.

Did this mean that he had been born a parselmouth? Did it mean his ability to speak to snakes had nothing to do with the horcrux? Could it have something to do with all of those things? Did he still have the ability? What if he wasn't a parselmouth because of the Horcrux, but because of his bloodline? Did he even still count as a half-blood with all of this?

According to the test, he was a pureblood.

His father was very obviously a pureblood and so that side of his heritage didn't take any thinking about. It was his mother's side that did. Her parents showed up on the tree as squibs except for his grandfather who had been a muggleborn of the squib lines of Gaunt and Montague. He had muggles in the line, but Lily's parents showed up as squibs. That made them magical as squibs did have magic; it just wasn't enough for them to use in any active magic as they had no magical core.

Lily Potter nee Evans had been a squib-born half-blood. Even Petunia and Dudley's names were listed on the tree in the color indicative of squibs. The line of squibs in Lily's ancestry was unbroken with each squib having married a muggle or squib-born in his grandfather's case, but given birth to another squib. It did bring another question to mind though.

Was there truly such thing as a muggle-born? Could all the muggle-born have been born of squibs, and their magic just not manifest until enough magic had been bred back into the line to have developed a magical core? What caused the squibs? Was it the inbreeding? He knew that was something prevalent in pureblood lines when the generations were too closely interlinked. The Gaunts had become a great example of that by marrying their own sisters or close cousins. From what Sirius had said, it was something that had happened with the Blacks as well. Sirius's own parents had been second cousins. Walburga and Orion had both been the great-grandchildren of Phineas Nigellus Black.

Harry shuddered at the thought of how many generations of inbreeding there were in both the Black and Gaunt lines. When he married, he would have to be careful to make sure they were of a distant enough relation. His relationship with Ginny would not be started back up no matter if he still felt anything for her or not. Cassia Prewett was the sister of Ignatius Prewett and Molly's own father. That meant that Ginny and her brothers were all his great grandmother's great-nephews and niece. It was a closer relation than Harry was comfortable with.

If the inbreeding was what caused the birth of squibs then he didn't want to risk a marriage with another so closely linked to him. Magic was something so much a part of him that he didn't want to knowingly risk having a child be born a squib. Oh, he wouldn't love that child any less, and would never send them away for not being born with magic, but it would break his heart for his child not to be blessed with that gift. Magic was a part of him and that was something he would want to share with any child he had. He would never want his child to feel like they were lesser because they had been born into a magical household without the ability to use it themselves.

Another surprise was the other line connecting to his name.

Father: Sirius Orion Black; Blood-Adoption (Sanguis Reuocare Potion)

Date of Birth: November 3, 1959

Date of Death: June 18, 1996

Blood Status: Pureblood

It had taken some time for the Gringotts goblin, SilverClaw, to go over what his being blood adopted by his godfather with the Sanguis Reuocare Potion meant. The name of the potion was Latin for Blood Reclaim, and could only be used to adopt a blood relation back into the Family's main line while the child was still in the whom. That meant that his mother would have had to take the potion while she'd been pregnant with him for it to work. Genetically, it made Sirius his third parent. It was then he had discovered he was the heir to the House of Black.

It was also when he had found out about another of Dumbledore's manipulations. Sirius's will had been read the summer after his fifth year. He was supposed to have been there, but Dumbledore had handed them a letter claiming it to be from him. Dumbledore had made himself his representative. The thing was, he hadn't even known about the will reading. He'd been abandoned at the Dursley's and no one had told him anything other than that Sirius had left him everything.

It had taken Harry and SilverClaw hours to go through everything after Harry finally heard Sirius's will that had still been on file. Harry was now Lord to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black as the only male of the line. He had claimed his signet ring and been accepted by the family magics. It was his vaults and investments left to him by his parents and Sirius that had taken hours to get through. The Potter account inherited from James and Lily was a branch account from the main family's vaults controlled by his cousin Henry who was Lord Potter, and had been receiving annual deposits from the main vault. The Black accounts, however, started to stagnate in 1991 when Lord Arcturus Black, Harry's great-grandfather, had died. The money coming in from those investments hadn't been as much as it could have been had they been properly maintained. If that had been all then Harry wouldn't be feeling this way.

He was angry. So angry. Dumbledore had been using his status as Harry's 'representative' to siphon money from his accounts. Luckily it hadn't been much in the year he'd had to do it to the Black accounts before he'd died, but he had been doing it for years with the Potter Branch account. As it stood, the Potter Branch account was less than half of what they had been when his parents died, and that was with an annual transfer of so much from the main Potter vaults once a year. There was also no way to get it back with the old man dead. He could sue what remained of the Dumbledore family, but he didn't think Aberforth deserved that just because his brother had been a manipulative asshat.

Aberforth Dumbledore had a shitty older brother. He may have inherited what was left of the Dumbledore vaults, but SilverClaw had told him it had been a pittance. The money Albus Dumbledore had stolen wasn't there. Aberforth had been looking out for him during the war and had helped with the war effort. He would speak to him at a later time to see if he could help to track where that money had gone as SilverClaw couldn't go through the Dumbledore accounts without Aberforth's co-operation.

"Dinner is served, Master." Kreacher's voice drew him out of his thoughts as the old elf popped into the room.

"Thank you, Kreacher. I'll head over to the dining room in a moment. Would you put it under stasis and meet me in the drawing-room? I'd like to ask you something about the Black family." Harry told him as he stood to leave the study on the ground floor to make his way up the stairs to the Drawing Room in which he knew the family tapestry rested.

"Yes, Master." Was the simple reply before Kreacher popped out of the room, and Harry wasn't surprised to find him waiting in the Drawing room when he entered.

"Tell me. How long have you been an elf of the Black family?" Harry asked as stepped up in front of the tapestry and ran his hand over the branches before coming to rest on a scorched mark a bit over and up from where Sirius's name had been.

"Kreacher has served the Black family for four generations. Since Master Sirius and Mistress Hesper were Lord and Lady Black." Kreacher replied with a note of longing in his voice as he stared at the wall.

Harry, Hardwin he reminded himself again, knew that Kreacher had not been happy to serve him as Sirius's heir at first. Kreacher had hated Sirius, and Hardwin couldn't blame him after he had looked back on his memories of how Sirius had treated the old house-elf. That had changed though, when they had learned Regulus's story, and Hardwin had given the elf the Black locket that had once belonged to Regulus. Hardwin did his best to treat Kreacher properly, and in return, the old elf had stopped muttering nasty comments so much. He had gained some respect in Kreacher's eyes, and it was a lot easier for them to live in the house with each other now.

At the same time, he also knew the old elf despaired as the Black line had appeared to die out with a Potter inheriting what remained with no direct male heir having been born. Kreacher was a good elf. He was loyal first and always to the House of Black. If Hardwin hadn't found out about his heritage, he knew the name easily would have been gone in truth. Andromeda and Narcissa were daughters of House Black, but they wouldn't carry on the name because of one of the family by-laws laid out by the first Lord Black in the family Charter that he had been studying for two days now.

Sirius may have scorned his family, but he had adopted him with the Sanguis Reuocare Potion, and left behind an heir of the main line in Hardwin. An heir who carried more of the Black blood in his veins than even the Potter bloodline after the adoption. Hardwin; whose name was legally Hardwin James Felis Potter-Black. A child of House of Black. Had Sirius done it to give his family an heir? He could understand if that had been the case. Sirius had hated his family, but the look he'd had when he stared at the tapestry… It had been mournful.

The blood adoption had made him the biological child of Lily, James, and Sirius. It had combined the three lines he was descended from. He would have to be very careful of who he married as he didn't want to risk too close of a relation to the Black family. It would make it harder as the wizarding world's population was nowhere near as large as the muggle world. Especially in Great Britain right now with a fair few families who were able to claim some relation to the Black line; though most would be distant at best. As things stood he had been notified by the goblins that the Black family had a few open marriage contracts, and as Lord, it would be his responsibility to meet with the families to see that they were fulfilled, void them, or to renegotiate.

While an arranged marriage wasn't something he had ever wanted for himself or any children he had, he could understand why the pureblooded families had them. Just looking at the thick dossier he could tell that being the Lord to an old wizarding family was going to be a lot of work, and it was a responsibility that was handed down from the Lord to his heir. It was not fun and games to be the head of a family in the wizarding world. It was a resposibility that heirs were trained for from a young age. Training that he lacked and would need to start on soon.

He would also have more than just himself to think of as he was now partly responsible for what remained of the Black line. Marriage contracts were used to settle terms between families and create alliances in their world. He didn't want a loveless marriage, but he didn't know if he would have another choice now. Between the Boy-Who-Lived nonsense and the war he would have no end to options, but he didn't want some drooling admirer. At least with a marriage contract, both families would benefit.

Hardwin knew that the old elf knew more about the Black family over the different generations than anyone other than another elf on one of the other properties could know. Sure, Hardwin could ask Andromeda or possibly even Narcissa, but their knowledge would be varied about the people from before their time. Hardwin wanted to know more about his grandfather Marius, his grandmother Dorea, and even Sirius's parents who he now knew were his grandparents as well. He wanted to know more about where and who he had come from.

He had never really felt a famililial connection to anyone other than Sirius and Remus as his dad's friends. He had never known much about the Potter's either, or even that Sirius had been his father biologically as well. Dumbledore had manipulated so much of his life before now that those manipulations had continued even after the man was dead. Now that he was free, Hardwin had been left feeling almost bereft, at a loss of direction on what he was supposed to do.

Now, here it was. A connection. A connection to something he had never known before. All these names. The different branches on the tree were a connection to his own blood.

It was a connection to his family he had never known before, but now found himself grasping hold of with both hands.

"Do you remember Cygnus and his wife Violetta? What about their children? I know Walburga was their granddaughter and Dorea was their daughter." Hardwin asked as he brushed the scorched spot where the name Marius could faintly be seen before moving up and over to Dorea's name that was linked to Charlus Potter.

"Kreacher was just a young elf then, but he remembers." Kreacher replied with an almost wistful expression as his eyes traced the tapestry.

"Could you tell me about Marius? I know he was a squib, but not much more." Hardwin asked as he pulled away to look at the elf.

"Little Marius was beloved by those of House Black. Broke hearts of everyone in the House of Black he did when no letter arrives for school. Cast out into the muggle world he was. Master Arcturus pleads with Master Sirius not to disown little Marius through blood. Mistress Walburga disowned little Marius after Master Orion's death." Kreacher replied as he eyed the scorched mark on the wall.

"Arcturus was still Lord Black though, wasn't he? He didn't die until 1991. So that would mean Marius's disinheritance by Walburga wasn't legal." Hardwin mused as he flexed his hand that held the Black signet ring and saw Kreacher's eyes widen as he looked at it.

"No, Lord Black." The elf confirmed as Harwin pointed his wand at the tapestry as felt the rush of magic from the Black signet ring he had accepted at Gringotts.

"Repairo." He cast the spell with a swish of his wand and had to give a small smile as all the burn marks vanished and the tapestry started reknitting itself.

It seemed that while the Black family probably had disowned members of the family it had been Walburga only who had gone so far as to blast them off the tapestry. None of them had even been disinherited. Disinheriting someone from the family would have erased the name as the connection of the blood was broken, but there would have still been a mark left. Disinheriting someone in a magical family was when the Lord stripped them of their family magic and their very blood connection. Even though Walburga had disowned Sirius, Arcturus never had, nor had he been disinherited. That was why he had inherited everything after Arcturus died. It was why Hardwin, with the blood adoption by Sirius that had given him the Black name, had been able to inherit the Lordship.

Hardwin was happy the tapestry was so easily repaired. He might not like a few of the people on the tapestry, such as Walburga and Bellatrix, but he didn't think anyone should be blasted off. The tapestry was meant to show all members of the family. It didn't matter if they were good or bad as people. They were still connected through blood. Good or bad, each name had a story. A history.

History shouldn't be lost just because you didn't like it, but should serve as a lesson to future generations.

"How are the names added?" He asked the elf as he pulled back to look at the restored branches.

"Tapestry tastes the blood. Black blood connects to show the branches." Kreacher answered with a small note of puzzlement in his tone.

"I see. There is something you should know Kreacher. Something I discovered." Hardwin said as he used a cutting charm to his finger and let the blood well up and pool in his palm before pressing his hand to the tapestry.

"I discovered that I'm not who I believed I was. Not truely." He said as the tapestry pulled his blood into it and the wall glowed before the branches from Marius as well as Sirius and Dorea's names started to brighten and shimmer asa new image, one meant to represent him, formed with a ribbon under it and his true name wrote itself out with his date of birth.

The magic settled after that and Hardwin stepped back to let Kreacher see.

"Master Hardwin belongs to little Marius, Missy Dorea, and no-good master… Master Hardwin carries the Black blood and name." Kreacher mumbled in awe, and Hardwin grew a little concerned as the elf's eyes misted with tears.

"My father, James Potter, was Dorea Black's son, and my mother was Marius's grand-daughter. I was blood-adopted by Sirius before I was born with the Sanguis Reuocare potion. The Black line hasn't ended as we had believed." Hardwin smiled softly as he told the old elf this.

"Kreacher can continue serving the House of Black." He said as tears fell, and he looked up at Hardwin.

Hardwin nodded. He had never put much stock into the old bloodlines, but he knew that to Kreacher it meant something that the line wouldn't end with his hated master Sirius III. The Black elf had been loyal and Hardwin had started to care more for him after he had returned to Grimmauld Place when the war ended. This was something he could give the elf. It was no sacrifice on his part to tell him what was already true.

"I'll go eat dinner now, Kreacher. Make sure you eat as well. I will need you to deliver a few letters later to Andromeda and Narcissa." Hardwin told him knowing he would have to get an owl soon to take some of the work off the elf.

It pained him still to think of it, but Kreacher shouldn't have to be popping everywhere to do an owl's job. The elf was already old. He had a hard enough time taking care of the house on his own. Hardwin still missed Hedwig dearly. She had been his first friend and been lost to him when they fled Privet Drive. At the same time, Hardwin knew he would need a new owl or two and there wasn't a good way around it.

"I will see about getting an owl or two soon. I would also like you to stop by Hogwarts and tell Winky I would like to see her tomorrow. I will call you when the letters are ready." Hardwin said as he stopped in the doorway of the Drawing Room to look back at Kreacher.

"Yes, Master Hardwin. Kreacher will make sure he eats and will wait for Master to call for him." Kreacher responded before popping out of the room.

Hardwin glanced once more at the tapestry before making his way out of the room. He would eat the dinner Kreacher had prepared for him before writing his letters. There was a lot to be done, but he knew where to start. SilverClaw had given him a lot of information he would have to work through. He had a responsibility now to what was left of the Blacks that he had accepted when he had taken the Lordship and put on the signet ring. He had been lost since the war ended, but now he knew what he could do. He would have a lot to learn, but he would ask Andromeda and Narcissa for help.

He would have to speak more formally depending on the situation. Andromeda and Narcissa had both been brought up to speak properly and have some manner of decorum. He had seen how Narcissa was and met Andromeda enough times by now while visiting Teddy to know that he would have to behave well. For all that he had been in Gryffindor House, the hat had been right. He was meant for Slytherin. He had spent years watching them. Hearing how they spoke. He could do the same.

He would be speaking with and dealing with a fair few of the other pureblood families in the coming years.

Albus Dumbledore had played his games with Hardwin's life ever since he was a baby. That was over now. The war was over now. Now was the time to rebuild and start over. To learn and form his own opinions. It was time to live his life the way HE wanted.

What better way to do so than with those left of his family.

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This was a story idea that can to me suddenly after a dry spell. I've been really into rare pairs for a while and now started this. This will be Marcus Flint/Harry. Vague idea where it's going, but we have a while before then anyway. This is about Harry and how he goes about moving on after the war and discovering who he is and wants to be without having Dumbledore playing with his life like a puppet master.

I know that Harry's grandparents were Fleamont and Euphemia, but for certain things I have planned, I decided to change a few things. I didn't want to have him take on two Lordships so he isn't from the main Potter line. Lord Potter and his family are cousins and will come into the story at a later point.

Until next time,

Ryu

Edited: 11/15/2022