Tell me, what would you have done? If you suddenly. Woke up in a place that certainly isn't your room. What would you have done if you suddenly woke with new memories. Wouldn't that be strange? Well, that's certainly how I started my day today. Let me tell you something. It wasn't fun, at least at first.

I stood up from my bed. Looked around, and decided that, well, that certainly must be a dream. Because there was no way that I was standing inside one of the rooms of Grimmauld Place 12. Or at least, that was what my memories told me. The memories that I didn't remembered having a second ago. On instinct, I called my wand to me. Well, it was quite a nice piece of magic, wasn't it? A black stick ,14 inches, from what I remembered inside it, I would find a thestral tail hair core. It was made out of elder wood and carved in a shape, of a snake twined around a tree branch.

Now I know that I shouldn't be staring at it and wasting time, but, you see, I always wanted a wand so. It was quite a spectacle, you know. I, of course, was in a fictional world of Harry Potter. If you didn't catch that,

And I know that I'm saying things like, well, well, well all the time, you will have to forgive me. That is the way I cope with being stressed out and not being able to say how Igot where I am.

No matter how much I was trying to remember, I just couldn't. I just couldn't remember how did I die. I guess the only way I could explain being here was my death, since a lot of books and anime that I like to read and watch a lot say that you can only travel to another world by, well, dying. So I was looking through my memory and noticed that my mind was a lot clearer. A second later, I did remember that I am a master in Occlumency. I might not be a master of Legilimency, but I was good enough to read a mind of a filthy muggle.

Wait, hold on. Where did that thought come from? I never did remember being someone who hates someone else just because they are not magical. I mean, I guess I did enjoy playing a pure-blood on all those conventions, but that thought was weird. And from what I can say, I am some kind of a pureblood, so probably old habits die hard.

Now you might ask, why weren't I panicking? Why weren't I scared that I wasn't able to use magic since I was from a world in which there wasn't any? Well, let me tell you something, in this place I could feel a lot of dark magic, and since I could feel it, I could probably use it too.

Using my occlumens training, I started to calm down. I had to think. I am quite stable from what I can remember. I am a head of the most ancient and most noble House of Black. And yes, it is most ancient and most noble. Rowling wasn't quite as precise as we might want her to be in her books, so yes. I am probably something akin to wizarding royalty.

My memories are hinting that it is 1991. So the year that the famous Harry Potter is going to attend Hogwarts. And fortunately I already am out of there, and probably most of the fun things are going to miss me. Well, it is quite fortunate actually. I don't like being stepped on by a troll, which I could probably kill with a single spell, or being petrified and not to mention, killed by a basilisk.

Well, now that I am thinking about all this, I should probably go to Gringotts, shouldn't I? From what I can remember my, I don't even know what he is to me, but one member of my family ,Sirius Black, is being imprisoned in Azkaban for no apparent reason, so I will have to get him out as soon as I can. I know that may be a bad choice since I'm planning to be joining the dark families, but he might be quite a lot of help actually.

Why Gringotts you might ask. Well, I am going to send an official letter from there, signifying that I am the head of the Black family. Since I just ended Hogwarts and I am now of age so well, the ministry shouldn't be able to just ignore me.

Another question you might be asking is why I said one member of my family since, well, Bellatrix. I am going to say this now. She is a part of this family and like most of the fanfics, when the SI is being a head of the Black family, I am not going to disinherit her. But I am going to say this once and clearly. I am not going to serve the dark Lord. I am not going to serve anyone. I am going to be a dark Lord myself. I know this is quite sudden, but I have been planning what I would do in this situation, for what? Nine years now? So I am quite set for now. Seeing as I was dressed up in a most expensive silk, I didn't have to change my clothes.

Being certain about what I'm going to do, I get out of my room and stood in the hallways admiring the wallpaper. On the wallpaper I can see my whole family tree. Of course I can't see people like Sirius or Andromeda. And but I can certainly see myself and Bellatrix. Apparently I was born by an unknown fourth sister to Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, and Andromeda Black, now Tonks. nobody knew her, but everyone knew that she was a pureblood. And apparently the father was a member of the noble and ancient House of Nott.

A handy piece of information. I continued on my way, stepping into the kitchen. I snapped my fingers viciously and called out the name of my house elf. His name was Kreacher. A poor little thing, quite old too, but he did respect me as I was a ''proper pureblood'' in his words, so I wasn't concerned in him trying to slip me poison into my food or anything. I told him to set a table for me and get me something to eat before I leave for the bank.

After eating the meal, I got out of the house and took out my wond. Well, since I am of age now, I was able to apparate, so I did so.

Stepping out of the apperation point, what greeted me was an alley. An alley full of Wizards and witches .On both sides were all kinds of shops. As the author of Harry Potter said. In this place, I could probably find anything, And if I couldn't, probably Knockturn Alley, would be the place I would go.

Getting through the crowd wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Everyone that saw me stepped aside and looked at the ground with, was that fear? I guess it was. I can't really remember what they were afraid of well me, of course, but why they were afraid of me? No clue. So, I continued on my way to the bank. Finding my way there wasn't quite as difficult as I thought it would. As I have already said, the crowd was scared of me apparently. And my memories told me where to go so it wasn't much of a bother to get where I wanted to be.

When I opened the door, everyone looked at me. A second later all the Wizards in the queue as one looked mortified, they looked at the ground, and all stepped aside to let me to the bank teller. As bizarre as the situation was, my inside pride was prining at the fear they were displaying. With a blank face I started walking to the bank teller. Every person ,which or wizard, I passed on my way started trembling uncontrollably. Quite weird, wasn't it?

When they stepped in front of the goblin, what I saw in his eyes was... respect. Weird. All of this was weird, but I didn't have time right now. I would ponder this later. With a little smirk, I started to speak.

"Greetings Master Goblin, may your gold ever flow"

'' And may your enemies drown in their own blood , Lord Black."

The goblin did reply what was quite shocking, but I guess I did follow what they would say to each other, and he seemed to respect me, so that's good .

''I would speak with my account manager. If you would please. ''

''Of course Lord black. I will at once call your account manager. ''

He didn't even have a chance to stop speaking, and a goblin in an expensive black suit approached me. He had a Crest of my family, Inprinted on his breast, so I guessed it was my account manager.

''Greetings to you, Lord Black. I am Skull Crusher, an account manager of the most ancient and most noble housed on Black. ''

''Greetings to you too. Master Goblin could perhaps speak alone. ''

''Why, of course, Lord Black, it would be my pleasure, please follow me.''

He let me into his office, in which there was a. Desk a chair, For goblins, of course. And two chairs for visitors in a normal size for Wizards. There wasn't much on the shelves, only some weapons and goblets. And a single painting of my family's Crest. Odd, isn't it? I would think that goblins would hate Wizards. Just like it was in the books. I guess I was wrong or I just read wrong. He sat at his desk as I did the same in the wizard sized chair.

'' What brings you here, Lord Black? ''

''Business matters, obviously. I was recently informed that one of my relatives was in Azkaban and he wasn't given a trial. I would like for you to send a letter with my signature to the Ministry of Magic. In this letter, demand an emergency meeting of wizengamot. I would like to say some things and call for a trial for Sirius Black.

''As you wish, Lord Black. ''

A terrifying smirk appeared on my face. This will be so much fun.