AN

There is no apparation in this Story, sorry. I know I took quite a few elements out of Harry Potter, but it makes life for me as an author a lot easier when someone can't just teleport...also I never understood, why even use the floo then? So yeah, humans can't apparate.

They walked down a totally normal street in London. They had come here using the public Floo network. Harry had never heard of it before but apparently everywhere around the country were miniature floo-chimneys like bus stations. You only had to have your own powder with you. He made a mental note to buy a little bit in the future. They had come out of a hearth two streets down and now walked along a row of houses opposite a nice little park. The sky was dark and filled with thick black clouds. Sirius walked in front, humming a little to himself. He had sent a second Patronus to that Amelia, telling her where he was and what happened at the Dursleys house. Harry followed him closely, looking up to him. Sirius kept walking but started talking, looking over his shoulder for a moment.

"Soooo I uhm..." His godfather scratched the back of his head for a moment. He then turned and looked a little lost.

"I'm sorry, I have never been good at this and...yeah being ...THERE...for twelve years haven't helped. I'm sorry I hit your uncle and I-"

Harry raised his finger, signalling him to stop.

"Stop right there, you have done something I wished to do for YEARS, basically since I can remember. So no sorry, because for me this is more a 'thank you' situation." Sirius looked for a moment, then he nodded. He stared deep in his godson's eyes, trying to see into his sou.

"Your life has been hard." He stated, no question but an observation. Harry nodded slowly, not looking at him.

"I guess, but there have been worse, I mean you were in Azkaban for all an-" Sirius kneeled in front of him, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders. there were tears in his eyes.

"I am soooo sorry this is all my fault. I never should have gone after Peter, I should have stayed with you, not handed you to Hagrid. You should have been my priority back then not my stupid wish for revenge and-" Harry shook his head, putting his own hand on the one on his shoulder.

"Don't. You never could have known and we are here now. Who knows what might have happened if you had? I don't want pity, I don't want to see you grovel, I just want a family. And to me that's you." Sirius blinked, his hand sliding down a bit. Harry had just brushed it off, focusing on family above everything. Like Lils would have done. New tears but different once bubbled to his eyes.

"W-Why are you so trusting with me? You b-barely know me."

Harry smiled a small smile, that reached to his green eyes.

"For one, you got me away from the Dursleys, that's huge favour in my book and offered me a real home. Also, Crookshanks likes you and he isn't trusting most of the time." Harry and Sirius chuckled for a moment. "But the main reason is, Mom and Dad made you my godfather, I trust them, so I trust you."

For a short moment, it just got quiet while more tears formed in Sirius' eyes. The wind ruffled the trees in the park and there was a flock of birds rising from it. Sirius made a choked sound, pulling Harry into a deep embrace. After a stifling moment, Harry relaxed and hugged him back. He had hugged Hermione and Ron, but strangely this felt more like the hugs Mrs Weasley gave him. Not in the physical sense, since Sirius and Mrs Weasley were quite a different body wise but the warmth and just love that was put into it made Harry feel so safe at that moment. After a second Sirius pulled back, eyes wide.

"I'm sorry that was-"

"Nice, thank you." Harry smiled, while a little bit of blush appeared on his cheeks. Sirius nodded smiling before he rose to his feet again.

"Shall we go home then?" He asked with a grin. Harry smiled and they walked on. About six houses on, Sirius stopped in front of a rather normal house, old but not special.

"This is it Grimmauld Place 12. It was one of my parent's houses." Harry nodded, it seemed okay. The walked up the stairs to the door, where Sirius pressed his ring into the door. Then Harry blinked. "Houses? Like in multiple?" Sirius nodded and the door swung open. They stepped into an entrance hall. The floor was dark wood, a big carpet with a crest on it was laying there. The walls were covered in dark green and bronze lamps. On both sides were stairs, going up to another floor. On the wall opposite the entrance was a big crest, the same as on the floor, a hand with a wand over three ravens. The room was much bigger than the house on the outside alone and there were doors on the sides of the room too. Harry's mouth open wide. Sirius stepped in, brushing a little dust from a lamp.

"Sorry about the dust, no one was here for years. Ever since my grandpa died." He walked into the room and Harry followed slowly. He looked around bewildered.

"S-Sirius?" Said man turned looking at the bewildered boy. "Yeah?"

"A-Are you rich or something?" Sirius brushed his beard for a moment then shrugged.

"I am Lord Black. Something I never wanted to be, but yeah here I am." Harry frowned a little.

"L-Lord? What does that even mean, I mean it….." He looked around his eyes stopping at the crest on the wall, slowly walking closer. Sirius smiled and followed his godson. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Well, I take you don't know a lot about how our government works right?" Harry looked up, frowning himself.

"I know the ministry, but..." Sirius nodded, smiling. He walked to one of the doors, waving Harry to follow him.

"Come, let's sit, I will explain everything to you." Harry looked one last time at the Crest before he followed the man. They came into something Harry would describe as a sitting room, but like the hall, it was brooding with dark furniture and dark green padding. Sirius sat down in an armchair and Harry took his seat on the opposite one.

"Kreacher." Again the old house-elf popped into view.

"Yes my Lord?"

Sirius looked over for a moment then he nodded.

"Make us some tea, please. Also, ready the master bedroom and my old bedroom as well as the bathroom on the third floor." Kreacher bowed and popped away. Harry stared at the place where he had stood. Sirius sighed. Outside the rain had started, falling in thick sheets.

"He is my grandfathers house-elf. A little fixated on the old family values but yeah. Well, okay let's see, how do I describe this best. You know what the Wizengamot is?" Harry nodded. "It's like a court?" Sirius smiled, nodding slightly.

"Yeah, but it is more than that. It's highest court, legislation and core of our society at once. All important decisions are made there. Who will be next Minister, what is the law, what is the overall agenda of our nation...that kind of stuff." Harry nodded, understanding.

"Good, well the Wizengamot is made up of three components. The heads of the ministry departments, the members of the Order of Merlin, like Wilboton and so on and well the Lords of the noble Houses." Harry still nodded, not wanting to disturb.

"There are three different House types. There are the Noble houses, a lot of the old families, like the Notts and the Goyles. Then there are the Ancient and Noble Houses, like Willum. A house is an ancient house when they were there for the forming of the Council of Wizards by Merlin. Well and then there are the Most Ancient and Noble Houses, Greengrass, Stringthorne, Ollivander and...well Black. We were Noble before the forming of the Council." Harry blinked once.

"What are you, like an aristocrat?" Sirius scrunched his face but nodded.

"Yeah kind of. I always hated it. The comparison the muggle-borns back in school used was royal, but yeah and you are now too." Harry's eyes almost bulged out of his head, while Sirius smirked.

"What?" At that moment a pop was heard and Kreacher reappeared with tea. After placing it at a table, he bowed and popped away. Sirius served the tea to Harry.

"What do you mean with I'm one too." Sirius offered him the cup, which Harry took, but more on reflex than anything.

"Well, I made you my heir, so if you want, you can call yourself Harry Black, or Harry Black Potter or Harry Potter Black or any other combination you can come up with. That is what the ring means." He pointed at Harry's hand, who looked down. He hadn't noticed the small band of silver around his finger, blinking at it. He turned his hand, looking at the ring.

"I-I didn't notice it up until now." Sirius smiled again, softly.

"It's okay, you had a long and hard day."

Harry blinked into the cup he still held.

"I have, it is so...I.." Sirius stood up, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"It's okay, I will explain everything, just ask."

Harry raised his head.

"Will this change something for me?"

Sirius smile grew a little thin.

"That depends. No one can make you take up the mantle. I for one refused until today to accept it. You don't have to if you don't want to, but it might help you along the way."

"What does it mean being an heir of a noble House?"

Sirius chuckled a bit.

"That also depends on who you ask. If you would have asked my grandpa, he would have said, holding up the tradition and being the guiding light in our world. If you would have asked my young self, I would have said, being at boring parties, learning useless etiquette and mingle with the boring old people. Today? I think it is a tool, a powerful tool, but a tool to help me keep you safe and make the world a better place for you."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You could change the world?" Sirius sighed, lowering his head.

"Harry, you must understand, this isn't something like being a nobleman in the muggle world. When my Grandfather lived, he ruled the Wizengamot with an iron fist. The Most Ancient Houses are something that stirs the course of this nation and there are only two acting at the moment, well before me only one. Stringthorne has died out and Ollivander doesn't care, because he is full-on focused on his wands. Greengrass is the only powerhouse in the Wizengamot at the moment and he is mostly neutral, holds up the status quo."

Harry frowned, thinking.

"There is a girl at my school, Daphne, her last name is Greengrass." Sirius nodded thinking to himself.

"That would be his daughter."

A moment of silence was there, then Harry raised his voice.

"So we could change all?" Sirius smiled, he had thought the same way back then.

"Yes and no. We can stir our society like no one else can not even Fudge or Dumbledore, but it will not turn on it's back and let it happen like Melissa Freeflower." Harry tilted his head.

"Who?" Sirius blushed looking away quickly.

"A...A girl who went to school with me...doesn't matter, the thing is we can do a lot of good, but it will need time. You don't have to if you don't want to just-"

"I am in." Sirius blinked again, surprised like so many times before this day by this amazing boy. Harry looked down, blushing a little.

"I-If we can make the world a better place, I can't turn it down." Sirius smiled. This was again Lil, he saw. As the old man said, he had a lot of qualities of his mother.

"Okay, we will." Harry beamed at him, then he looked curious.

"You did answer a lot, but at the start, I asked you if you were rich and you kind of left that out. I don't really care about money, but..." Harry bit his lip. "I have had people try to use this boy who lived nonsense for themselves. I want to know what I got myself into."

Sirius smirked while making the mental note to get a lawyer for Harry.

"Hrmm, well, who is the richest family you know, just to get a little context."

"Draco's family Malfoy." it came out with a disgusted snarl. Well, that was interesting.

"Oh, that makes it easy. Let's just say, Lucius, married my cousin at the off chance of getting the fortune." Harry blinked for a moment, noticing that he didn't say ours or mine.

"That means?"

"Black is to them what they are to let's say the Weasleys."

Harry jaw dropped down blinking at him. A new pop came when Kreacher interrupted the conversation. Sirius turned, raising an eyebrow.

"Lord Black, Madam Bones asks for an audience." Sirius looked over at Harry for a moment, who still blinked and then nodded.

"Lead her in Kreacher, and get more tea." The house-elf popped away. Sirius leaned over for a moment.

"Bones is head of House Bones, just noble, but she is a school time friend so, don't worry." He winked at Harry who nodded and gulped for a moment.

Yet hen the stern-looking women stepped through the door, he rose to his feet, dusting of his jeans. She was tall and thin almost scrawny. The name Bones fit her well. She wore black robes with a crest on the left breast and small yellow details. Her hair was pulled back into a tight knot and she wore glasses. Yet her eyes warmed a bit when she laid her gaze on Harry's godfather. Sirius stepped up, grinning cheekily.

"Hello, Madam Bones." The women slapped him on the shoulder and smiled.

"Don't you Madam Bones me, you, my dear LORD Black are making my job a lot more stressful." He grinned rubbing the back of his neck, before turning.

"Sorry. Amelia, I would like to introduce you to my godson, Harry Potter, Heir of House Black. Harry this is Amelia Bones of the noble House Bones and Head of the DMLE." Harry who wasn't sure what would be the right thing to do, bowed a little stiff picking up her hand and kissing it. He felt weird but he had seen people do that so, maybe he got it right.

"An honour to meet you Madam Bones." Amelia gazed over to Sirius who chuckled.

"Well thank you, a pleasure to meet you as well. Rather a gentleman you have here Sirius, but please when we aren't in public, call me Amelia." Harry rose, smiling back.

"Only if you call me Harry." She smiled nodding. Then she leaned in a bit.

"You should know, when there is a private not official meeting, like this one, a single male kissing the hand of an unmarried woman is considered an act of courting." She winked at Harry who flushed and you could see the horror in his face, while he stared down at her hand he was still holding. Quickly he withdrew, stammering.

"I didn't mean I didn't know I am sorry not what I mean…" Sirius bellowing laughter echoed through the room and Amelia chuckled a little.

"that only applies to someone in about the same age categories, you are safe. Yet, very gentlemanly, as I said." She winked ever so slightly at Harry making him blush even more.

Sirius finished laughing and offered Madam Bones one of the armchairs. She settled down after giving her robe to Kreacher and folded her legs over each other.

"So. Let's see, first things first." She pulled a box out of a pocket, handing it to Sirius. He opened it and pulled his wand out, smiling, while tracing his finger along the corner of it. "Thank you, Amelia." He smiled, earning a smile back. She shook her head in a good manner.

"You would have got it back after the trial if you would have waited for even one moment." Sirius looked over to Harry for a moment.

"There were more important things which needed to happen." Harry turned his head, blushing and trying to hid the bruise on his cheek. Amelia sighed.

"Ah yes, that too. I have been to your Aunt and Uncle, Harry. First things first, you are not in trouble. I have looked into the memories of your cousin and while you can change memories, the feeling of Dementor can't be recreated in that level. So you are absolutely safe due to the fact you have acted in self-defence. About the other thing." Madam Bones turned her eyes back at Sirius. "You shouldn't have hit him." Sirius threw his arm to the sides, pointing at Harry.

"He hit my godson. He was lucky Harry stopped me." Amelia raised her hand. "Calm down you fool. I said you shouldn't have, not that I don't understand. That man is disgusting and his wife isn't a lot better. Yet with your history, at the day of your trial, that doesn't look so well. I have seen you in the memories of their boy, you weren't thinking at that moment."

Sirius sputtered.

"But, Amelia I-"

"Shut up and listen. If this comes out and it will, you know how this world works, that will be bad. Here is what you do. See a mind healer. When it comes out you proclaim you are aware that twelve years of Azkaban just doesn't go by like that." She snaps with her fingers. Sirius frowned.

"I don't think I s-"

"Shut it, Black. This was the option a)...option b) would be me making criminal charges against you for attacking a muggle, using magic in front of muggle and trespassing." Harry frowned a bit, Sirius did the same. Then he sighed.

"You don't pull your punches do yo, Amelia?" She doesn't even blink.

"So what will it be, Sirius a or b?" Sirius sighed again. "A." Outside, thunder rolled. Madam Bones nodded, smirking.

"Good choice. I would have hated to have to do B) because these people were awful and I might or might not have hexed their house, just a little bit." Sirius' eyes flashed, grinning.

"What did you do?" Madam Bones made a rather serious face.

"Well, there might be that smaller things like matchboxes and so on tend to get lost, the door to their bedroom doesn't seem to keep closed while they are in there and let's just say their mailbox will now receive quite a lot more flyers than before." Harry laughed aloud. That wasn't a huge thing but he just knew how much Vernon hated flyers in the mailbox. Sirius smiled.

"Good job Amelia." She smiled back at him.

"Of course, I have no idea how that happened or why." she stated, before rising to her feet. Sirius and Harry also rose.

"It's time, I was gone all day and Susan will probably be annoyed. We had planned this evening together and she had cancelled plans with her friends." Harry looked a little embarrassed.

"Sorry." She swiped his apology away.

"It's okay, she understands that my job sometimes has these downsides. Next time Sirius please, ask someone else." He rubbed the back of his neck again, nodding. Amelia turned to Harry.

"Goodbye, it was a pleasure, young gentlemen." With a smirk, Harry took her hand giving it a kiss again, making her laugh.

"Well played." He smirked.

"Please pass my apology to Susan and tell her I said hi. I will make it up to her." Amelia nodded, planning on embarrassing Sirius shortly. "Will do young man, will do."

"Kreacher!" With a pop, he appeared next to them. "Guide Madam Bones to the Floo." The house-elf bowed taking her away. Sirius sat back and for a while they just sat there, Sirius swirling his wand in his fingers, while Harry tried to digest the day. Then Sirius raised his head.

"Want me to show you our new home?" He asked, smirking.

Harry nodded and they made their way out.