Harry yawned, stepping out of his room. He fastened the belt of the robe he had found in one of the dressers. He would have put on his clothes from yesterday, but he couldn't find them. So he had gone through all the dressers, looking for something to wear. The clothes had all been too large for him, not that living in the hand me downs of Dudley hadn't made him accustomed to that. Yet now it felt wrong, with his new life with Sirius.

Of course, he didn't blame Sirius for this. The name of his godfather hadn't been cleared for not even twenty-four hours. Also, he never had been one for trends or caring about stuff like that but still. So he had picked up the robe, mainly because the Black Crest was embroidered on the back. He wasn't sure if he would be Harry Black or Harry Black-Potter or what he would be, but the feeling of having a family was too great to not partake in it.

He looked down the corridor. It was mostly clean now, dust-free. Still, the old gothic look was there, but he had the feeling that wouldn't last long. He stood and debated with himself for a moment, whether he would check out to see if the House-elf heads were still there, but he decided not to. Sirius wanted to spare him this, he should respect that. The house was cold. While it was summer outside and really hot, inside the temperature was much lower. He had pulled on his shoes because quite frankly, he didn't want to get cold feet.

Harry walked over to the Master bedroom. His steps were muffled by the thick carpet on the floor. He looked down at it. Long leaves in onyx over a green backdrop and curled around ravens and wands. He stopped in front of what must be Sirius bedroom, raising his hand, stopping for a moment. On the door was a sign too.

-Padfoot-

Harry smiled at the antics of his godfather. These were their names for each other now. Pronglet and Padfoot. He liked the idea. It wasn't son and dad, wasn't godson or godfather. He knocked on the door, waiting for a moment. It was quiet in the house. No one answered and he pushed open the door, peeking inside. It was a dark bedroom, with a large bed on the opposite side of the room. The sheets were embroidered with the rest of House Black on a dark green background. Yet no one was in there. What to do now? Then he had an idea.

"Kreacher." He said, closing the door. With a pop, the old House-elf appeared next to him. He bowed down deeply, causing his long ears to flap to the floor.

"Heir Black has called Kreacher?"

The elf wore still the old worn pillowcase, smudged and ragged. Harry made a mental note to talk about that to Sirius. He didn't like having a servant at all, but time would tell later.

"I'm looking for my godfather. Can you tell me where he is?" He smiled at the elf, who bowed again down deeply.

"Lord Black and Lady Malfoy are down in the kitchen, honoured heir Black." Harry nodded, scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you, Kreacher." The elf looked up, blinking for a moment.

"No need honoured Heir. Kreacher lives to serve."

Harr shook his head. Later he might need to talk to the elf. This devout way made him quite nervous.

"uhm...okay. You...uhm...you may go." He tried. Again the elf bowed deeply and with a pop he disappeared. Harry sighed. This elf business was strange. Quickly he made his way down the stairs, almost stopping at Narcissa's room, but then he remembered what Kreacher said and went down to the hall. The whole house seemed dust free. Had the elf cleaned the entire house all by himself in just this night? He walked across the crest on the floor and now he just noticed, the House-symbol was everywhere. On the floor, on lamps on everything. He looked through two doors until he found the kitchen.

Narcissa and Harry's godfather sat at the table, both reading the Daily Prophet. Each had a plate full of eggs, beans and toast. Of course, there was the Black Crest on their mugs. Sirius wore a very expensive looking robe. Emerald with onyx on the trims. Underneath that was a dark leather shirt with the Black Crest, again on his chest. His grey eyes flicked up, looking over to him, smiling.

"Morning Pronglet." He rose to his feet. Lady Malfoy also turned her head, looking at the boy. She wore also a green dressing robe but while Sirius was emerald and strong in colour, hers was a little bit more subtle, olive-green. On her left chest was also a crest but it was divided into four quarters, green and black with a silver "M" in the middle. Apparently the crest of House Malfoy. Her face was empty, she showed no emotion at all.

"Good morning, Heir Black." She stated with a firm voice, nodding her head slightly. Harry halted for a moment, then he nodded too.

"Good morning, Madam Malfoy." She got a small smile on her face, then turned back to her plate. Harry walked up, hugging Sirius for a moment before sitting down next to him. "Morning Padfoot." His godfather sat down too. Sirius started filling his plate, grinning at him.

"How did you sleep?" he asked, with real interest. Harry smiled back, waving when Sirius started pilling more and more food on Harry's plate.

"Quite well thank you, how about you two?" Sirius smiled jabbing a sausage in the middle.

"Best sleep in quite a long time. Well, best sleep ever since the last time we slept under one roof quite frankly, Pronglet." Harry felt his cheek flare a little by the amount of affection Sirius put into these simple words.

Narcissa put down her fork and straightened her posture before answering. She had a clear voice and spoke quite deliberately.

"Very well, thank you very much, Heir Black."

Harry shuffled a little in his chair, this proper way wasn't something he was used to. He had never been in a situation with this. The closest what came to this had been Professor McGonagall and even with her, there was the student-teacher bond.

"I-I am glad to hear that."

He turned to his plate, not sure what to say or to do. Sirius seemed to notice. He sighed.

"Cissy, please, you are making him uncomfortable. There is no need." She raised her chin and an eyebrow at him, before folding her hands in front of him.

Now her voice had a stern tone to it.

"Oh, I think there is a need. He is Heir Black now. His manners are lacking and his etiquette needs polishing. Well, more he needs to learn the proper etiquette, period. Whether you like it or not, being a Most Ancient and Noble House isn't just fun and games. There are responsibilities as well. Proper decorum is needed so that we can act in a civilized manner. The power of House Black is not only its fortune but also its position, and position is controlled by tradition."

Sirius raised his eyebrow at her himself.

"I never gave a shit about all this stuff and I turned out just fine." They stared at each other. "I know that Lord Black. Before I didn't care but now you are the Lord and with that, you have to care about this. I will not see the Most Ancient and Noble House Black fall from grace, just because you think good manners are something to be sneered on."

Harry followed the conversation worried, but he thought about it. What did it even mean being a Noble? What was expected of him? He had no real answer to that.

"I had to endure this crap my whole youth and I will not stand seeing Harry getting dragged through this mud-fest as well!" Sirius pointed at the table almost yelling a little bit.

"You are as stubborn as it gets. This isn't about what you want it is what is expected of you!"

"I don't give a damn about what is expected!"

"STOP!" Harry cried out, startling both of them and making their heads turn. He breathed rapidly, while he looked back and forth between the two of them. Then his gaze fell to his plate, and he pushed a little bit of egg around with his fork.

"Padfoot, I like that you want to spare me something you think made your childhood horrible. I'm not the biggest fan of the high society myself, but we, as you explained to me, are not only part of it now, we are its peak, am I right Madam Malfoy?"

Narcissa, still glaring at her cousin nodded slowly, before turning to the young boy.

"That's quite right. You are as highborn as it gets."

Harry nodded, sighing.

"Like I said I don't like it but Padfoot, ever since I came to the magical world, I have always had the problem that I didn't understand it. Like yeah, Hogwarts explains quite a bit but the proper way of acting towards one or the other? What is considered taboo and what not? I only ever noticed what I was missing when something came up I didn't understand. Like last year, when Draco called Hermione a mudblood." Harry didn't notice Narcissa flinch but Sirius did.

"What if I do something someday that might offend the wrong person? With something that is totally normal in the muggle world but here in this world is a grave insult? What if I need this person?"

Sirius had more and more deflated in his seat, looking at his godson.

"Are you sure? This is stuck up crap. Do you really want this?" Harry shook his head smiling.

"No I would love to ignore it, but the world doesn't always give us what we want. And for what I want is that no one speaks badly of my family. And if I need to learn etiquette for that and how to speak properly, then so may it be."

Sirius looked into his mug like he could see a way out of this situation in there. Then he looked up, blinking at Harry with a crooked smile.

"Prongslet, shouldn't I be the mature and reasonable one of the two of us?" He asked with a chuckle.

Harry patted his hand smiling back at him.

"Next time Padfoot." He then turned to Narcissa.

"What did I do wrong?"

Lady Malfoy looked over at her cousin before asking in return.

"Are you sure Heir Black? This isn't something you can learn in one morning, more like a few weeks. I taught Draco since he was four. There is a lot to learn and I don't do things only half the way. I will teach you, but I will not stand for groaning and complaining."

Her grey piercing eyes stared into Harry's emerald once. The boy nodded.

"I have kept up with Hermione, I will not complain. But." Then a smirk appeared and his gleeful eyes turned to Sirius. The man looked up from his mug, blinked, then he raised his hand, leaning back.

"Oh no!"

"Yes!" Harry stated firmly. Sirius waved his hand, frantically.

"Nonononono." Harry looked at him a little pleading. He never had used puppy dog eyes, there was no one at the Dursley's who would fall for that. Sirius stared at him for a moment before he groaned.

"You are evil. Fiiiiine, I guess I will need a little refreshment too."

Narcissa's eye light up like Christmas came early this morning. She leaned forward at that moment.

"Well, first of all, a married Woman in an Ancient and Noble House is always spoken to with the term Lady, until you are on a first-name basis. Also..."

This started quite a long explanation, on what was considered proper decorum.

After about an hour Sirius sighed, waving his hands.

"Okay, okay, Cissy, please enough. I feel like my head is about to...I don't know melt in boredom or something like that." Narcissa's eyes flashed at him with grim determination, but Harry spoke up before she could dress down the young Lord of House Black.

"Oh, I found this rather interesting, Padfoot." The man leaned forward again eyes wide.

"You can't be serious. Well of course not because I am." The man said with a smirk. Harry chuckled a little while Lady Malfoy rolled her eyes on this VERY old joke once again. He had used that particular pun over and over when they had been kids and the time when she had been amused had been long gone. Yet she couldn't hold of a triumphant smirk at the boy's remark.

"I think he is quite right Lord Black. You might listen to your heir, he seems really bright." She states before raising her teacup to her thin lips. Harry again chuckled and thought for about letting them have a moment to banter, but decided against it.

"Well thank you Lady Malfoy. Yet, you, dear godfather, are right. For now, I think we should stop. I learned a lot already but I think I need time to process this. Would that be okay?"

Narcissa assessed the boy over her cup for a moment, raising her eyebrow a little bit. Then she put the cup down, smiling slightly. The boy was diplomatic. She liked that.

"It would suffice Heir Black." She agreed with a curt nod. He smiled back at her, before getting a little blush over his cheeks. Harry played with his fork a little bit.

"L-Lady Malfoy?" She tilted her head to the other side, raising an eyebrow. Sirius leaned back, watching this exchange carefully.

"Yes, Heir Black?" Harry, seemingly noticing what he is doing pulled his hand away from his fork and instead folded them in his lap.

"I have a request. I would like to ask Lady..." His voice trailed off and he then sighed for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea if this is improper behaviour or not." Sirius leaned forward, ready to tell him he didn't need to worry but Narcissa raised her hand towards him, smiling at Harry.

"Heir Black, since you stated you are not familiar with proper wizarding etiquette, I will be fine with your request. Please, name it."

Harry's eyes flicked over to his godfather, who smiled at him, nodding in support.

"Okay, well, I'm not sure what to call myself in the future. Sirius said to me, I could choose myself whether I want to be Black, Potter or a combination of both." Narcissa turned her eyes over to her cousin who again nodded in agreement.

"Well, your godfather isn't wrong about that. Since you are a born Potter and the Heir of House Black, you can choose. Was that your request?"

Harry shook his head, looking down at the table while resuming to talk.

"No, yes...kind of. The thing is, I don't yet know what I want to call myself. I am so happy Sirius took me in, made me his heir, gives me a family, but I also want to honour my family and then there is that nasty boy who lived business too and I am not sure what...well, the thing is I hadn't much time to think about something so important yet and...could you please call me Harry, at least until I know what I choose?"

Sirius smile grew while the boy said these thinks, almost glowing at the end. The boy was just adorable and he loved him even more for it. Narcissa just sat there, her face the peak of pure-blood calmness. No emotion was seen on her face at all. Then she raised her voice still void of any indicator what she thought.

"Then I will have a request myself."

Harry raised his eyes, uncertainty in his gaze. He nodded slowly and a small smile appeared on the woman's face.

"We will be living together for a while and I will have stronger ties to House Black in the future. If you want me to call you Harry," The boy nodded eagerly. "you have to call me Narcissa."

Harry nodded eagerly smiling brightly, while Sirius raised an eyebrow at her. That was surprising. With a pop, Kreacher appeared next to them.

"Lord Black, the ordered clothes for Heir Black are ready in his room." Sirius nodded, while Harry placed down his cup.

"Thank you, Kreacher." The elf bowed and popped away again. Harry played again with his fork.

"Y-You bought me clothes ?" Sirius nodded waving his hand.

"Yes, I did. Well, actually I sent Kreacher to Madam Malkin to order you a few robes." Harry blinked at the man, baffled by this.

"B-but why?" Sirius shrugged, playing with his cup.

"Well, because I saw the clothes you had and...I just wanted you to have something nice, you know?" He confirmed a little cheeky.

"B-But the robes of Madam Malkin are expensive, I mean." Harry got interrupted at that by Narcissa who snorted a burst of small laughter out. Sirius smiled himself.

"Harry, believe me, it's okay." Harry was still flabbergasted.

"B-but.." Sirius reached out and placed his hand on his godson's small shoulder. God, the boy was thin, he would have to speak with Kreacher about this.

"Harry, really, it's okay. I would give all my belongings away for you and I wouldn't care. This is really just a tiny bit. Can't I do a little thing to make my godson happy?"

Harry's eyes filled with tears. No one has ever been this way to him. Buying him something just cause. He felt his heart burst a little and blinked rapidly, trying hard not to cry, but he failed. Sirius got up in an instant pulling the sitting Harry into a deep hug. The boy held onto him while shaking and crying. Narcissa watched the whole thing, smiling at the two of them. They both were adorable together. Neither knew how to react to the situation and was so afraid of hurting the other. Like...Like two wounded mooncalves. She didn't know what happened to Harry but on a level, only as a mother felt, she just knew this boy had a rough and terrible life. She could almost feel her own tears coming up, but she was still a Lady of House Black.

After a moment of two, both of them pulled back a little, Harry sniffed and Sirius offered him a handkerchief. Harry smiled wearily when he dabbed his face with it.

"Thank you." The man stood, ruffling his hair grinning.

"Don't mention it Prongslet. Now, why don't you go and get dressed and then we plan the day?" Harry nodded and then went out the black kitchen door. Sirius sat down, taking a sip of his tea. For a moment it went quiet between the two adults in the room. Narcissa shifted in her seat a little.

"What happened to the boy?" She asked carefully, slowly. While she said it, she leaned forward a little. Sirius seemed to be in thoughts and only slowly raised his eyes to her.

"What do you mean?" His question was weak, just a delay, so she didn't answer but just raised her eyebrow at him, meaning the question was obvious. Sirius sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He still had the deep rings underneath his eyes and was thin. His hands shook slightly. The could hear the footsteps of Harry walking up the stairs. Sirius took a deep breath then he shook his head.

"I'm sorry Cissy, but I'm not telling you. Harry had a rough childhood but I don't think it is my place to talk about it. Let's just say it was a really rough childhood and he never got the love he deserved where he was." The words were covered in a thick layer of bitterness and sadness. He also got this nervous twitch in his eye. She remembered it from back when he had stood up to Bellatrix for her.

"This bad?" She leaned forward, placing her hand on his, rubbing it comfortably. He blinked into the distance like he was haunted by a thought. Sirius shook slightly. The horrible image of Vernon Dursley standing over his shivering godson burned against the back of his head and he couldn't decide if he wanted to be furious or guilty that his stupidity left his loved godson with these monsters.

"Worse." He croaked out, still not looking at her.

"I am sorry Siri." He turned his head, still tears in his eyes. He had been so emotional the last few days.

"Thanks, Cissy." The sat there just quietly, while she held his hand, then she clapped at it.

"So what is the plan for today?" Sirius smiled at the distraction, turning his eyes to the ceiling, towards the point where Harry's room would be.

"First we will go to Gringotts, confirming Harry as the Black Heir and making my guardianship of him bulletproof. Then we will go to Burkes and Son." She raised her eyebrow at him.

"Why would you go there, I mean yeah the house is a little run down, but..."

Sirius pointed towards where he was looking, while he crossed his legs.

"Prongslet is uncomfortable in the house. Too grim, too brooding. Said it looked like the house of a vampire." Narcissa laughed a small laugh, which in her book was the equivalent of hunching over in laughter.

Her chuckle died down leaving a smirk on her face.

"I am sure grandfather is rolling in his grave when he hears that." There was a little mischief in her voice making him smile too.

"Same thing I said."

Narcissa smirked then she looked over to the door, making sure Harry wasn't back yet.

"You will need a Solicitor and you have to go to the Daily Prophet." Sirius sighed.

"Yes, I know. But at least for the first one, I have someone."

Narcissa raised her eyebrow, looking over. Sirius smirked. For a moment it was silent between the two of them, then she groaned.

"No."

Sirius just smirked and nodded.

"No!"

Sirius tilted his head, raising both eyebrows now.

"You can't be serious." Narcissa hissed at him, running into something obvious.

"Of course I am. My parents gave me that name remember?."

He had then to leave the table real quick, chuckling while a furious Narcissa shot stinging hexes after him.