A Coffin as a cover story:

"And that my dearest Dogfather and Uncle, is why I need to be hypothetically dead."

Harry throughout the next morning had sat in with Lorna and updated Sirius on the achievements, tools, research and long term plans to screw over the Wizarding world in what Harry called "The biggest prank of the century."

Lorna had explained how she had worked to cultivate relationships with Muggleborns in the Ministry of Magic. Her mission was to get Muggleborn Wizards and Witches employed in the Muggle world. No form of magical employment could provide muggleborn wizards and witches with enough cash to purchase vehicles and houses.

She explained that everyone working at Harry's favourite subway were all wizards and witches. They had gotten someone to doctor the security cam footage (a wizard who was a promising IT specialist), and most of the time they used their wands to keep the place clean. The result was that they were the most productive franchise in London with the highest returns, the business only gained from their efficiency, cleaning required no chemicals, and many of them continued their projects on their own time, during the day. Remus frowned as he considered that this was why Evelyn had been gentle and welcoming. They were outcasts - people were certainly on the outside and they were looking in.

Another idea that was her brainchild – she desired to open up a private wizarding school that focused on teaching muggleborn Wizards/Witches magic and traditional secondary school subjects so that they might be relevant as employable individuals. It was expected that they would jump on opportunities and utilise their magic to get ahead of the competition.

Sirius who was curious as to the political ramifications asked, "What is the political play? I know it is something devious. I grew up a Black. I can smell when a situation is suspicious."

"Correct. We will tell the purebloods we applied for a licence to open our own I.C.W approved school and that Muggleborn Wizards will no longer come to Hogwarts, as there are no relevant employment opportunities that can support our lifestyle. If only ten per cent of the Hogwarts school population withdraws, it would be enough to send the tuition cost at Hogwarts through the roof, because Fudge has been cutting the funding to stifle Dumbledore. I want to see the panic as the entire system collapses. The purebloods won't be able to afford tuition for Hogwarts, and many of them can't afford private tutors. Then we can make demands as muggleborns, or we can leave the system to burn."

"That is pretty amazing. The power of the free market. You have a better service, and people will be willing to pay for it? Fine, no problem." Harry commented.

"Exactly Harry. Now to drive the narrative, what to do? I have collected the names of every single senior post held in the Ministry of Magic over the three centuries and 95 per cent of them have been held by purebloods. No half-bloods, no muggleborns. Just purebloods. That listing would be fantastic in the Daily Prophet."

"Holy Shit! Lilly used to talk about this. Sad to say, I didn't understand her complaints when we were 7th year students. After what I endured in Azkaban, you better believe that I have had a first hand experience of what selective preference feels like…."

"I have a suggestion. How about if we pitch in under shell companies and support Hogwarts. Then we can threaten to withdraw funding if the need arises. Fudge will dig his own grave, and Dumbledore will be kept in line. I am going to acquire or run the Daily Prophet out of business before we show up in the full Wizarding Public. That will assure we can tell the story. I also have some properties lined up as possible business opportunities." replied Harry.

Sirius blinked almost to say, "What?" non-verbally. He considered that he was broken out of Azkaban yesterday. Might as well participate in a prank that upset the whole of society.

"Utterly savage move there, Harry" laughed Remus.

"I know. Well, that is the end of the political plotting."

Sirius had made it his business to wake up early and take a tour of the Peverell Manor. The place was far bigger than Number Twelve, Grimauld Place. Only Blackmoor Estate in France, a traditional French property that the Blacks had never given up was larger. He shortly arrived at the broom manufacturing workshop and he was surprised to see many broom handles being manufactured via this strange machine that could carve wood so precisely. He was quite fascinated to see a broom with an entirely new construction method disassembled into parts and laid out on a workbench. Harry had also given him a tour of the manufacturing facilities and then a demo of the weapons he had developed. Sirius came to understand that many projects had begun as humble ideas and 'prototypes' before becoming the main tools for his rescue.

As the morning progressed, Lorna came over with Subway sandwiches and then began to discuss her primary contribution to Harry's campaign. She explained her role in doctoring the newspaper article, her dossiers on the current supporters of Lord Moldypants and her role in keeping Harry hidden. After they had discussed some of the ongoing plans, Lorna asked Harry if he would do the honours.

"So Padfoot, I came up with a plan that would make Harry Potter swim under the radar. You are connected to me in that you are my Godfather. Springing you invites them to eventually discover where I am."

Sirius considered the information that was now in the public and he nodded.

"This prank will allow me to mislead the whole lot of them. Time for wild goose chase, number two. I have never seen a group of fully grown adults with such poor investigative skills. I wonder what kind of intelligence the Ministry of Magic can put together. Anyway, I have some even more hilarious to share. This one is really good. Want to guess?"

Remus laughed. He already knew when Harry was going to say something unexpected – he had learnt Harry's mannerisms well enough.

Sirius had asked if Harry had managed to slip an Acromantula into Fudge's office.

"Nice try. That is worth investigating. Actually…..we have Dumbledore's office bugged."

"Bugged? Did you but billywigs in his office?" Sirius asked.

"Worse. I suppose you are not familiar with that term. It means we are spying on him. Tipsy delivered a protean linked membrane to a nice location under his desk. Elves can become invisible, but I sent her with the Invisibility Cloak since it is supposed to be untraceable. Nothing that he whispers to himself, while he plots, is private."

"Holy Hecate! But is that necessary?" Sirius asked.

"Yes. The artefacts I am building and my plans require me to go missing from the magical world. It is a slow process of planning. When they arrive, I will not move against them. I will watch what they do, and I will try my best to minimise the deaths. When they begin to suspect that they have been played, then the guns, bombs, grenades and the battleships come out. Then I am going to murder him and all his supporters.

And that my dearest Dogfather and Uncle, is why I need to be hypothetically dead."

"Sirius I see you are somewhat surprised. I have been tutoring Harry. Except for Care of the Magical Creatures and Potions, Harry is beyond the Hogwarts syllabus in any case. To go there for schooling is a waste of time for both him and Hermione."

"Well no argument from me Prongslet. What next for the…er….bug?"

"Right. I already know their routines. I have Invictus monitoring the communications. Fumbleduck is going to come to check on me soon. I want to already be a coffin in the ground."

"How do we manage such a thing?" asked Remus.

Lorna smiled.

"Harry has a heart problem. I have already gotten access to MRIs and other medical files from a person who passed away. He was Harry's age. It is not the nicest thing, but it is necessary. Harry is going to take a Draught of Living Death and the Dursley will call the police. The police will come to the same conclusion and go through the usual procedure. That is where we have my bit:

He will be verified as dead by a G.P. Doctor and paramedics who are all ex-Hogwarts alumni. They are only too happy to help a young man who was hunted by Death Eaters. They will go through the entire process and make sure everything goes through without a hitch. As Harry has an ongoing condition and no foul play is suspected, we can immediately move to bury him. The pathologist will not be needed. Harry can just force the funeral home to ignore him, and Grace can apparate him out of the coffin. By next week Tuesday, Harry should be a coffin in the ground."

"Well I don't understand the careers, maybe because I don't know the names of the Muggle doctors and other people, but I understand that it is essentially…fool the verification authorities?" commented Sirius.

"Correct. The right folks have been informed. Now we have to plug a hole Sirius as it generally is my business to consider all the possibilities. Do the blacks have a house-elf?"

"Ah, Fuck! Kreacher. Him. Urgh."

"I take it you don't have a good relationship with him?" asked Lorna.

"I hate him!" replied Sirius

"Let Harry handle this. As Lord Black call him and box him in. No speaking until you permit him to speak. Demand that he respects Harry like a son of House Black. Summon the House Magic. Let Harry lead the questioning. Harry has a nice touch with elves."

"Let me switch off the warding scheme. There Sirius. Call him." Harry replied.

"Kreacher! The New Lord of House Black calls you forthwith," Sirius yelled.

POP.

"Trait…."

"Silence! Do not speak until commanded to speak! Answer to the obsidian!" thundered Sirius.

Kreacher froze, unable to speak.

"Familicus Magicus" whispered Sirius Black, as Herald unfolded and took up an entire ten feet. Sirius then made a circular motion with his finger and the snake circled Kreacher, poised to strike. Lorna who was familiar with the snake from many of the religious pictures at Priya's house, smiled thoughtfully as she considered that the new Black Magic could not have chosen a more suitable form.

"Let me get something very clear, Kreacher. I have reshaped the Black magic to my needs. Such things have been made possible from the interactions that my son by magic, Harry Potter has had with his House Magic. All this talk about my father and my mother and Cissy and Bella, I tore it all down. After I did some research last night – this snake before you is the Seshnaga. He is the king of all Snakes. I heard he supports the whole cosmos in Hindu mythology. Gone is the Black totem. He is circling you because I am reminding you that power is our way."

Kreacher seeing the Snake and feeling the power behind the construct, gulped. Not even Orion had summoned such power.

"My son, Harry Potter is Palatine Artificer Lord Peverell. And his sister, Hermione Granger is the Rune-Priestess Lady Granger. I am here because Harry stormed Azkaban and broke me out. And he killed all the Dementors like rats! He is going to question you. Full honestly, no lies and no deceptions. Do nothing else until he is done. Take his instructions as if they were mine. You will speak to nobody else outside this room. Do that and you might live. Otherwise, I will command Herald to kill!"

Kreacher did not like how this was going. He had known Sirius to be merely insulting and childish. Ruthlessness was not his way. Kreacher reasoned that Azkaban changed him. Harry began by calling his elf.

"Mipsy?" he queried. Mipsy appeared and hopped onto the couch.

"Hello, Kreacher my name is Harry Potter. I think I have an understanding of what is going on already. So, I am going to ask you to come and sit next to me."

Kreacher was now confused. He noticed how the other elf was strong. She was nourished in powerful magic. Her appearance was almost human-like? He had only ever had little snippets of magic and he felt envious. She swam in pools of her master's gratitude. She even wore acromantula robes and had her name embroidered on her uniform. Kreacher sat down, genuinely curious.

"I give you my oath upon my magic that there will be no lies and no manipulations Kreacher until I say we are done. I am hoping that at least a little of the truth will get through to you."

Kreacher was now flabbergasted. He had been asked to sit. The boy's voice was so kind and gentle and it reminded him of Cissy.

"This is Tipsy my elf. You will find that I am trying to diffuse a dangerous situation. I can tell there have been many insults between you and Sirius. Yet to make House Black so powerful that it cannot be challenged, we need you in tip-top shape. Tipsy, tell Kreacher under magical oath what I have done for the welfare of our elves."

Tipsy explained that Master Harry treated his elves like family. They were not house-elves. They were elves. They worked, they earned a salary, they ate what they want, and Master Harry gave them lots of hugs, gave them thanks and even would let them soak in his magic when he touched them with his hands. They were given time to rest, and Harry and his entire family had been so kind. Harry had found a way to undo the damage that the elves had undergone and he even had built a "cradle" where elves could relax as the machine pumped magic into their systems. She could apparate to France easily. She had even managed directly to Hogwarts and back without straining herself. And the best part was Harry and Hermione read to the elves, and sometimes if they weren't busy they watched movies with them.

She explained that while giving of cloth was considered an insult, Harry had agreed that all the elves would be given acromantula robes with the most fashionable designs to wear. The agreement was that all his elves could only be verbally released from his service. And if an elf wanted to leave, all they had to do was ask, as long as they kept the necessary secrets. She explained that Master Harry did many interesting things and that there were many new skills to learn. They were expected to do both magical and muggle things.

Kreacher could feel the magic coming off the boy. He was powerful. How could a mudblood be so powerful?

"Ah, I see a bee buzzing in your head. I am an utter contradiction to everything you were thought to believe. Ask away freely." replied Harry.

"How can young Master be so strong? Mudbloods are not that strong."

"Merlin was not a pureblood? This is a known historical fact in the wizarding world, I don't get it? Pureblood England didn't even exist?"

Kreacher was silent, and he began to scratch his head. And it was a difficult point to argue against.

"Strength is practice. Strength is focus and commitment. I practice magic daily, I build many artefacts and I routinely modify spells as an everyday occurrence. Do you believe the effort is for nothing? Or is it that Wallaburga Black indirectly encouraged you to have those beliefs so they could reward you occasionally and keep you in line?"

Kreacher hung his head. He had always known this was the case, but he had been so afraid to confront it.

"Hold my hand," said Harry gently.

Kreacher gingerly put his hand on Harry's hand expecting punishment.

Harry then summoned an entire tidal wave of energy as his hand had been forcefully unlocked with the Azkaban stunt. He sent massive amounts of energy into Kreacher's body. The magic nourished him and he felt many of his old fractures and old wounds being healed. Suddenly some of his hair came back and his joint pain disappeared. Harry was now panting.

"That is what genuine care looks like. I think you needed that. Sirius?"

"Hmm….?"

"He is a victim. Promise me that you will be gentle and treat him right. He is your elf after all. Some do not deserve a second chance and their heads should be loped off. But not this one here."

Sirius withdrew the family magic and said "Upon you Harry, my son by magic, I will let go of the anger between us. I never hated Kreacher. I just hated living in the Black House and it felt like even he too was out for me. I was scared and I felt alone."

"Kreacher, House Black is going in a new direction. That is the only way it survives. I am asking you to give your oaths. Do your duty. And we will look after you. I will see to your happiness. I have been honest with you Welcome home. And to complete the oath… Lumos!"

His wand was brilliantly lit and Kreacher was openly sobbing as Harry rubbed his back. After he cried much of his eyes out, he then stood where Sirius was seated and said, "Master Sirius, will you reaffirm the oath?"

"I certainly will. No more bad blood between us. You will assist me in making House Black feared for the right reason. We will tower over the old backward standards that we used to celebrate. We will become titans in the Wizengamot. Unchallengeable. Unconquerable. No Kreacher I am not asking anymore, I demand that you help me with this!" Sirius replied.

"Master is right. Kreacher will work towards making House Black feared. Respected. Unchallangeable."

Sirius additionally asked Kreacher to serve the interest of House Black – to keep his secrets and to always work in his favour. He would not conspire without any outside parties, and he would honour Harry and Hermione as his wards, but also make allowances for the immediate family. Kreacher felt the Black Magic course through him and it was strong and protective. Kreacher as far as he was concerned would do anything particularly to earn the favour of particularly young Master Harry. His magic had been powerful, but so kind and gentle. Kreacher had teared up at the compassion in the boy. It was genuine and far more honest than the fleeting experiences with Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Black. The boy was genuine.

"Young Master Harry?" Kreacher enquired.

"Please, just Harry. I don't go by titles unless I am in public," the boy laughed.

"Kreacher was given a locket to destroy by Master Regulus. Kreacher was told that if the locket was destroyed the Dark Lord would suffer. Kreacher could never destroy it. Kreacher wonders if young Master's magic might destroy it?"

"Well, Kreacher I had to fight off a piece of Lord Moldypants a while back. He was stuck in my scar. So if anything is connected with him, I am not going to destroy that here. Er…."

Harry got up and rummaged around in his parts bin. "Grace!" he called reflexively.

"Kreacher, this is a Titanium box. It can isolate magic. Go get the locket and place it inside here immediately. Do not touch the locket as it probably has nasty magic. You will pick it up with a very thick piece of cloth. Go ahead and acquire the object. Wait until you are called and find us."

Kreacher was shocked to see that the young master owned a phoenix. He happily apparated out, hoping that the young master would help him fulfil his final task. Harry took the pulse rifle and load a new powerpack into it. He also grabbed his vambrace. Remus upon understanding what was happening grabbed his equipment and put it on, after loading his pistol with a new power pack.

"Gracie, zap the four of us to the Forbidden Forest. Somewhere far from the Centaurs, Acromantulas and the other things."

About a minute later, Harry found himself on a rather nice beach area that seemed to be much after the forbidden forest. Sirius called Kreacher.

"Kreacher, Peverell Manor! Grace, pick him up he can't make such a large distance yet."

Grace apparated Kreacher and he was holding the box.

"Shields up. Kreacher, behind Lorna. Padfoot, behind Moony."

Kreacher had never seen an object that could generate magic. He wondered if 'young master' was easily the best at magic perhaps? Harry sharpened his reflexes after putting on his mage sight. He then held the rifle with the laser sight activated and the reflex scope. Harry then flicked the box upwards and then timed the falling of the locket. As Harry's eyes acquired the locket, his eyes saw the same kind of magic that he had seen in the dark mark. Green and sickly - this object was important to 'him'. Harry set the rifle on the unstable Fiendfyre bolt mode and charged up the rifle with extra power.

He then blasted the falling pendant into utter smithereens.

A spectre of the Dark Lord appeared and it screamed as it faded into the mist. Somewhere in a snake in Albania, the Dark Lord in his barely sentient form did not feel anything whatsoever, because his mind was much too primitive. After the blue bolt fizzled out, the shields disappeared and Sirius realised that Harry was a crack shot with a rifle.

"What the fuck was that!" asked Sirius.

"I think it was a piece of Lord Moldypants. He likes to store himself in objects. I could see his signature with my mage sight. Do you know how big this is?"

"It means we have to track the others down. We could use this information to uncover his secrets," replied Remus.

"Congrats Kreacher, we know have two pieces of the Dark Lord destroyed. I don't think the Dark Lord wanted to make me a piece, that was an accident. But this? Buddy you are getting Pizza tonight. Grace, zap us all back. Harry Potter 2, Moldy is still 0".

All the wizards left with a flash of lightning.

Little did they know that Firenze the centaur, who had been taking his afternoon walk had observed the entire spectacle. He was rather pleased with the news. Harry Potter was fighting the Dark Lord already? It was predicted by the stars that he would return. What on earth were the implements the boy possessed? They looked rather dangerous. He decided to hold on to the knowledge for now.

For the rest of the afternoon, Harry spent time with Sirius and Remus as they dived into Wand making lore – Harry had created his items from magical materials that responded well to him, and he suspected that he could use many modern materials.

"So I am getting a wand made of..steel?" asked Sirius.

"Yes. We also have some other goodies too. I will still select the best materials. I have access to things that Olliviander can only dream about. Pure metals, alloys, crystals you name it. I was gathering these things for a personal wand but I think your need is greater than mine. The wand will not be finished by this evening, but you can try some of the extra wands I have after I select the best materials for your new one. You can use that in the meanwhile?" replied Harry.

"I am very excited about this. I feel like a new person. I can't believe I am here. I feel sometimes that I might wake up and it will all be a dream…." Sirius said sadly.

Harry hugged Sirius and rubbed his back.

"I trust God up there and Lady Magic to take care of it. I understand Wizards don't pray and those that do are Pagan. Take up your religion and let your faith be your shield. This is one of the most priceless things that Grandpa did for me. He encouraged me to adopt the religion of my mother, Lilly Potter. And yet, I somewhat practice the religion of my adoptive mother too? And I guess I am a child of Magic too."

Lilly who had been looking on after discussing the flawless execution of the prison break with James whispered to herself "Good boy. Be safe, Be strong. Your parents love you, you little riot."

Sirius nodded. Lilly's son possessed much wisdom for his age. Wisdom born of suffering. It saddened him much, but he accepted that he had done a fantastic job of using everything to the best of his ability. He considered that Harry and Hermione were far more intelligent and articulate than many adult wizards, and the cost for their competence had been many long constant evenings of work, that were driven by the knowledge of war on the horizon. As Harry had expressed earlier in the day….

"Padfoot, my world is simple. Do or die. Swim or Sink. Take your pick?"

Harry continued with his explanation:

"Muggle or Mundane science as I prefer to say, and manufacturing puts an entirely new set of materials within my grasp. The legendary Deathstick has been lost, but I have the previous prototype. I know something that Ollivander does not know –materials can be tuned to be resonant. I can see resonance so I should be able to dial you in properly. I also know what made the Elder Wand so powerful, but I have to discover the process from scratch. It was an accident."

"What is Resonance?"

"Oh right you don't know any Physics. This is a concept from science that lends itself to magic. All spells have a unique energy signature. When the magic vibrates in just the right way from the correct energy amount of energy being supplied, the spell travels faster, is more contained and far more powerful. It amplifies itself essentially. It drains far more energy, but it packs a punch. To help you cast a resonant spell, if the wand itself is resonant with your magical core, that helps a lot."

"Is that why your range is maximised?"

"Yes. One of the things I have done to encourage this is to make minute changes to the magical energy flow."

Harry demonstrated how he could levitate small balls of metal with frightening dexterity. Wandlessly.

"I guess I am in school again, then? How can you see it though, the resonance?" Sirius laughed and enquired simultaneously.

"The Peverell magic is descended from Roman warlock magic. I have Mage sight. I can see magic and a lot of other things too. I don't usually use mage sight to watch electricity because everything becomes like fireworks and my head hurts. I use it selectively sometimes."

"I would like to see what magic looks like. That would be pretty handy Harry."

"I think my Pensieve memories will allow you to see it. All the sensory information is conveyed in the Peverell Pensieve. It will be a nice trip."

"That I want to see. I do hope you will show me the mundane world. I heard you don't like the word 'muggle'. I can certainly adopt the word mundane. Your mother was right when she said it was a slur."

"Yes. I don't like the word but sometimes I still use it because other people are familiar with it. Anyway, shall we get started? Invictus?"

"Hmm?"

"Turmion Kätilöt - Hoitovirhe" replied Harry as he procced to mangle every syllable of the infamous outlandish Finnish heavy metal band. The synths and the distorted guitars pounded the workshop as Harry had Sirius touch various wand metal wand blanks that he had machined beforehand. Most of them were made from all types of unusual aerospace alloys. Sirius' magic loved an aerospace alloy metal called Mag-Thor. His magic also took well to silver and surprisingly cobalt. Harry explained where the Mag-Thor originated from:

"This is somewhat hilarious. The Mag-Thor is a mixture of Magnesium and Thorium. It is a high-temperature material for missile parts. If you can fly fast enough the air rubs against surfaces and makes objects red hot. The pockets in my suit thrusters are lined with the material."

"Missile? I don't know that one. I have a lot to learn, but Remus says it isn't difficult. He mentioned that a lot of things make perfect sense when you understand the why of it." Sirius responded as he observed Remus drinking a beer and eating a slice of pizza in his corner.

"It will be good for you, Padfoot. Harry is going to walk me through modifying my apparition tomorrow. I have been doing the necessary reading. As Harry says, the more you know, the less magic assumes and the more efficiency you get. When you get the exercise in, you will see the results. Trust the process." Remus answered from his corner of the shop.

"I like the idea that your magic likes a space-age material Padfoot. Let us focus on the length and then the wand core."

Harry instructed Sirius to hold the wand blank at various lengths. Surprisingly Sirius' most resonant length was 330 millimetres. That was 13 inches, which was on the rather long side. Also, 13 as a number had powerful arithmantic properties. He made notes as they decided to investigate possible cores.

Harry had spoken to Clementine, who had acquired books on wand materials from across the world. Harry had acquired all types of exotic materials from Africa, India, China and even some lesser-known European variants. These materials could never be available to a single wandmaker, but Harry had something the rest of the wandmakers did not have.

Obscene amounts of money.

After trying more than one hundred different cores for the entire afternoon, the most surprising combination came forth as the most magically responsive core.

"Indian Krait Cobra tongue, Selma Venom and Hebridean Black Dragon tendons – something locally British, something Scandinavian and something Indian. It is a good thing that I do business in the mundane world, these are very expensive. I wonder if…"

Harry took small amounts of each substance and began to make a paste with all of them. When he was finished blending the material, he carefully placed the thick sludge into a four millimetre copper tube and asked Sirius to touch the tube. Sirius magic flowed through the material and it solidified. The core was very responsive.

"Well, this core is the best suited to you. Instead of settling for one material, I let the cores balance each other out. The next step is to package the supercapacitor material between the Mag-Thor sleeve and the core, which will be encased with a silver-plated cobalt sleeve. I should take maybe about…"

"Grandson, Remus and Sirius, Dumblegoat is having a meeting. Tuning in now. Giving Hermione a link in, already messaged her." Invictus alerted the group. Hermione appeared with her headset on the Skype call while Invictus piped the audio through a line-in connection. The grandfatherly voice of Albus Dumbledore filled the workshop speakers:

"Good evening to all. I have called you here in your professional capacity because I find myself flabbergasted at some of the recent events….."

They continued to listen as Sirius could only frown at Severus Snape's comments. Harry was very aware that they had history, particularly after the Werewolf prank. As the meeting progressed, they all laughed at the opinions and wondered if the poor teachers had any idea that they had no privacy. As the meeting terminated, Hermione nodded as she ended the call.

Sirius then quipped, "Minnie is still the queen of Hogwarts. Still a Lion through and through!"

"I realise. Flitwick is open-minded and I like that. Pomona likes our robes eh? We should send her one for Christmas. As for Severus Snape coming to check on me in two weeks? Time to play them like a fiddle."

"What about Dumbledore's Letter? Won't it come to your address?" asked Sirius.

"Lorna already plugged that hole with the Goblins, with a mail redirect enchantment. All letters go to a security box at Gringotts. Honestly, I don't plan to even open the envelope. Titanium wire gloves, and a paper shredder. We are also running a new cutting edge ward that the Goblins developed from reverse engineering Dumbledore's mail blocking ward that he had placed at the Dursleys."

"He placed a mail blocking ward at the Dursleys?" asked Sirius.

"Yes. It even blocked Gringotts mail. They were not pleased, one bit."

"He was out of his place to do that! I suppose he is very manipulative and I never assumed much! He isn't who people think he is!"

"Yes. We know. The new warding scheme is experimental, and Hermione made some modifications to it. No elf apparition, no mail, no packages, nothing. You have to be enrolled on the scheme to pass. Not even Fawkes should be able to find me. You need to have a certain signature to pass through unless we deactivate the security measure. It should in theory blocks the Hogwarts mail. Talking about Gringotts, Sirius we have some rather abrupt changes to make to the Black wealth."

"You want every knut of it? I do not mind one bit. Anything you want Harry. But I get the feeling something devious is coming on. That tone of voice is a little too confident!"

"Excellent assessment Padfoot. We are going to take all of the Black wealth and invest it in the mundane stock market. That has been something that I did for my mother and everybody else too. I am aware the Black Line has silver, gold and many jewels. We are going to melt all the precious metals down and convert them to bar stock. Then we will sell them at the current Market price – maybe about twenty per cent of it. These are for long term investments. Then we will keep the remaining material. I am building something, and I need a lot of gold because it can be mixed into titanium. This alloy or mixture of metals is one of the strongest and lightest known materials that exists."

"As far as I am concerned if you want to scrap Grimmauld place down to nothing? Oh the poetic justice of it, is beautiful! I can hear my loving mother screaming already!"

"You know Padfoot if the Graphcrete works out, we will construct a new Black Mansion on the Peverell property. We will move the Ward Stone, Library and everything else. More importantly, it is a way to demolish the image of the Blacks being mad and unstable, it is symbolic. When the rest of the Dark Lord's supporters find out…..Ha!"

"Good Riddance. I always hated that place. I would burn it all down for dree, but if we can put all of the pureblood acquisitions to use for your inventions? I want my darling mother's portrait to watch it all. But what are you building that you need that much gold?"

Harry walked towards a small table where something lay covered. He beckoned for both of them to come over. Harry then took the cloth and unveiled a 3D printed StarFury Thunderbolt that he had retrofitted with a combination of magical thrusters, runes work and a random assortment of microcontrollers.

"Grandpa – give us a start and take us through the manoeuvres please."

Invictus started the remote ArduPilot and loaded some of the code that Harry and Hermione had tweaked. The model StarFury slowly ascended vertically as a small camera provided the video feed. Invictus demonstrated how the model aircraft could flip on any axis on demand while hovering in the same spot.

He then illuminated the pylon tips and as soon as the model rushed into the air outside the manor, only the different multicoloured lights provided hints as to how the model was oriented. The model flipped, spiralled and abruptly changed direction, no differently from how it supposedly behaved in the infamous Babylon 5 TV Series. Harry then demonstrated all types of dogfighting manoeuvres that most modern jet fighters could only dream to execute.

"Wait Prongslet, you want to build a people sized version of this? Holy Hecate? Never seen anything fly like that, ever!" Sirius exclaimed.

"I plan to build it big enough to seat the six of us. That is way bigger than the original size. This is being built as a bomber and troop transport. It is not being built to compete with standard fighter jets. The atmospheric flight is just a testbed to work out kinks. The design is primarily for space flight. However if I can get Mach 1, I will be pretty happy."

"Mach 1?" asked Sirius.

"Mach 1 indeed. Say 1300 Kph or 770 mph. That should scare the Death Eaters when the sonic boom hits. The sonic boom is where the aircraft is travelling at the speed of sound, so the sound arrives after the aircraft has passed. It is a thunderous roar that fills the skies and creates a cloud that trails the aircraft."

"I take it you just need to go bigger, although I feel it isn't that simple?" asked Remus.

"Correct. The power requirements and magical stabilisation matrix energy are issues. The control systems have to be redundant. I want fully shielded avionics in parallel with runic control systems. It has to be safe. I also don't have time to deal with radar cross-sections and stealth composites. Just imagine the Royal Air force tailing me with Eurofighter Typhoons! I would shit my pants right there and I am pretty brave, as they come. We will have to figure something out."

"I can see why you are considering getting an early start. What else would you need in your bomber?" asked Remus.

"I also want invisibility, kinetic barriers and autopilot. Notice I haven't talked about the control systems for the cannons yet. That is another large can of worms to deal with. Remember we are not shooting down other flying objects. We are specialising in ground troop damage. Guided air to ground missiles will be nice. Then the munitions and whatnot are separate engineering exercises. I want swappable modules for different missions. It is a damned tall order. I will have to start with propulsion and work upwards. By the way, this is separate from the Frigate project. The idea is if I make scalable discoveries, we won't have an issue going bigger."

"Well, we might have to visit Gringotts soon. Remus and I last night discussed how we could prepare things for your 'debut' in the magical world. Compensating your godbrother and stripping Bellatrix of her magic would be a great start. I think our house should have primacy in the marriage contract. She carries the name Lestrange but the Black magic is still primary to her being. Narcissa can just lose the claim to everything, for sucking Lucius Malfoy's cock…"

"She looks too prude to try that. Seen the pictures. If she was beautiful, that was before she decided to become a walking skunk. Handle Narcissa now. Bellatrix can be done in front of Grandma Augusta as a display of goodwill. Is there anybody else who can be useful?" said Harry.

"I think cousin Andromeda. She was always the sweetest of the bunch. Married Ted Tonks, a right…a mundane for love. Easily the happiest of all the Black Sisters. She and her daughter Nymphie would be great for us. Nymphadora should be Year Seven now I think. She loved to fight as a kid."

"Well, let us deal with Draco's snotty-nosed mother then," said Harry grinning.

"Good idea. Familicus Magicus!"

Herald appeared.

"As Lord Black and the holder of the Obsidian, I demand Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black removal from the Black inheritance. She will continue to be Black in name, but no longer will she access any of the Black Estates, the library or anything that is connected to me. Any Black property, spells, secrets, resources or luxuries that can be used by Narcissa and her immediate family is to be cast out of her reach. Let this be my first act as we correct the wrongs."

"The magic is satisfied. Let Lord Black's will, be made known, in the eyes of Magic." Herald replied.

It was at this point that Narcissa became white as she left only a sliver of the Black magic was available. There was a new Lord Black and he almost cast her out. But who was the new Lord Black? There were no male heirs except…Sirius Black?

"Draco – tell your father I require a word with him. This is House business. Urgent. You are not to listen in."

"Yes, Mother."

The boy replied as ran to the master study to fetch his father.

Lucius Malfoy who had been walking around and preening himself, had been busy planning his revenge. He was exercising every option and resource to locate information about the Storm-Bringers and so far, he had been unsuccessful. All he knew was that which Silverdagger could hint at, as he tried to skirt his oaths. He was half as wealthy as Malfoy and he was powerful. As Draco delivered the message, Lucius became very annoyed about the sudden disturbance. However, he was also curious as to what could result in such an urgent summon from his wife. He walked into the kitchen, and then sat down. Draco on cue left to go and play with his toys in his room.

"Husband. There is a new Lord Black. And he is not sympathetic to House Malfoy. He just stripped my access to everything. Do not ask me if I am sure – I am positive that this is a strike against us. The magic is Black Magic and it does not feel the way I remember it."

"How could this be possible! We had hoped Sirius Black that worthless Muggle lover would die in Azkaban. Is it him? Did he take Draco's rightful inheritance from him? How can this be so? He is in prison!"

"Perhaps he escaped and went to Gringotts, but there have been no reported Azkaban escapes? Maybe you should reach out to Cornelius?" Narcissa suggested.

"Let me send him an owl. It seems the whole world is falling apart these days. Proper blood counts for nothing. Resume your duties wife and I shall inform you as things progress."

"Very well husband."

Little did they know that a group of pranksters would have the last laugh.

Four hours later after the plan had been put in motion and the relevant people had been informed Harry, threw the Draught of Living Death into some orange juice and said,

"Alright guys, I had a great meal. I am going to die in a bit. See you on Tuesday evening!"

"Sweet dreams son," replied Priya as he proceeded to apparate to the Dursley Couch with Remus in tow. He drank the juice and Remus removed the cup. Remus then cloaked and waited for the fiasco to begin.