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Chapter 1

"I'm free!" shouted the escaped prisoner from the back of his feathered companion. He wasn't truly free, not yet, at least. However, with the wind blowing through his hair, Sirius Orion Black finally felt a sense of freedom that he had not felt for over a decade. The lack of dementors was a bonus as well to his weakened mind. He would need to work on building his mental shields back up to snuff.

The haggard man began to ponder his life and the poor choices that he had made. Turning his back on his blood, although they were nearly all gits, was something that he should not have done. His grandfather was the previous head of the family, but with Sirius out of the picture, his brother Regulus was named the heir. However, due to his brother's death, he knew that he was the de facto Lord Black, and with it came an enormous responsibility. Protect the family.

Of course, some members were too far gone to help, such as Bellatrix, or was she? He would need to look at his father's records to see what had happened to his once favorite cousin before he passed judgment on her. They may have shared the same cell block for the past ten years, but there was something wrong with the woman that he just couldn't put his finger on. He would need to put a pin in that thought until he had an opportunity to truly investigate the matter.

Sirius was already beginning to miss young Harry and hoped that the two would be reunited soon. He was hopeful that Dumbledore would be able to clear his name, but he wouldn't place all of his hopes on the old man. He would contact the goblins as soon as he was able and have them make their own investigations into the matter. They may be expensive little buggers, but they were worth every knut. He found it odd that Harry was wearing such awful clothes when he made his presence known to the child. Maybe this was a form of rebellion against the world. He would need to find out.

"Well, Buckbeak," he said to his ride, "No time like the present to get things rolling!"

His winged mount shrieked into the night sky as if in agreement with his words. With his companion's acknowledgment bolstering him, Sirius began to summon the Black family magic to judge his worthiness to the title of Lord Black.

"I, Sirius Orion Black," he began, "firstborn to Orion Cygnus Black and direct blood descendant of the fallen Lord Arcturus Pollux Black III, summon the family magic and claim my place as Lord Black. So. Mote. It. Be!"

As soon as he finished making his claim to the title of Lord Black, the sky darkened, and the wind suddenly died. A black shadowy hand reached out of the clouds and grabbed the duo out of the sky, and pulled them towards its demonic face. As the dark being studied Sirius in its hand, the wizard felt as though his every secret had been laid bare. As though it had seen enough, the enormous being began to cackle with glee!

"Finally!" its voice booked throughout the sky. "Someone who will shake things up in this realm! I was growing bored with no one to channel my power. Arcturus had grown old, and his chosen heir had been marked a slave by that stain on nature. You will do well as the next Lord Black."

"What are you?!" choked Sirius when he finally found his voice.

"I am the patron deity of the once great Black family." The being voice rumbled through the air. "Your ancestors worshipped my being as their god, and through their faith, I enhanced their magic with my personal flavor and gave them an edge over their enemies. I have had many names over the eons, yet you may call me Heka. This is the first and last time that I will speak with you. However, should you call upon the family magic, I will listen and offer aid. Take this boon to reverse the damage that your unjust time imprisoned has brought upon you. As a Black, I hold you to a higher standard than the other sheep in your wizarding world. Never again let them bring you down."

At his command, black magical energies filled Sirius' ravaged body and healed his injured form. It appeared as though his ten years in Azkaban had been shed away, leaving only the powerful young Lord Black in its place. His tattered robes had been replaced with immaculate acromantula silk of the finest ebony, and his bare feet were covered with matching dragonhide boots. In the holster on his arm, his missing dogwood wand appeared, and its familiar warmth spread across his rejuvenated skin. Finally, his knotted hair and beard had been cleaned and set in braids. Overall, he looked like a wealthy rockstar.

Even Buckbeak was given a makeover. His once grey feathers were now as black as the night, and his claws and beak were polished to perfection. Under the cover of darkness, this hippogriff would become a deadly assassin from the new Lord Black.

"A final piece of advice, my young Black," Heka offered. "Make way for the Black residence on Santorini in the Grecian islands. You will find something that you once thought lost long ago."

With his parting words, the form of Heka returned to the shadows and vanished from view. Lord Sirius Orion Black, now healthier and more powerful than ever, set course for the island of Santorini.

"Let's fly, Buckbeak!" Sirius shouted to his friend in excitement. "I wonder what Heka meant when he said that I would find something that I thought was lost. Well, there is only one way to find out!"

With that, the duo altered course and headed toward their new destination. What surprises lay in store for Sirius and his companion at his home on Santorini? Once this mystery was solved, the new Lord Black would set out to clear his name and finally bring Harry to his side. The child had been neglected long enough, and Sirius would soon claim the child. One way or another, young Harry would be free!