The Black Heir
Chapter 2: Of Names and Findings
A/N should be doing revision but… I couldn't resist updating again! Especially when I'm going to be MIA for the next four days with loads of tests but anyways, I hope you enjoy your double update!
Inside of his office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Dumbledore found himself pacing as all of his office's trinkets loudly blared at noises that only he understood what it meant.
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Wizarding World's hope, was gone from his home.
Running his hands through his beard in frustration he got out the list of first years due to come up this year and soon found himself in the P section, there was Parkinson, Patil but no Potter.
Dumbledore simply dreaded what this was to mean, the boy could be under a potion that hid his identity or worst, dead.
But what was the worst possible part of this scenario? The fact that the boy no longer resided at the Dursley's for that was to shape the boy into the saviour the wizarding world needed, the weapon he needed.
Now all of that was gone; he simply must find Harry James Potter.
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The final spell Cassiopeia cast upon the boy was, "identitatem," causing the boys identity to be wrote above his head: Corvus Polaris Black, born 31st July 1980; son of Ceres Dione Malfoy and Sirius Orion Black.
With a satisfied smile Cassiopeia turned her view to the now Corvus Black who was staring at the words in awe at all the relatives he had.
"Come, Corvus," Cassiopeia urged, passing the boy a cloak as she took one for herself, "we must register you at the ministry of magic with an official identification document."
Putting the cloak on, feeling unused to the weight of an extra layer, never before having a coat of nay time, as he followed her out of the door, thoughts brimming about what sort of life he'd have as Corvus Polaris Black, and where his parents were.
-THB-THB-THB-
Harry – or Corvus as he presumed he should start referring to himself as now- watched in awe and almost amusement as witched and wizards cowered away from his Aunt Cassie. Yes, the older woman did look very fearsome when he first met her but even in just a day of her care Corvus had observed her kind side.
Looking at the woman he couldn't help but be curious about the seventy or so year old woman that was delivering out death glares to all those surrounding them. Did she have children? Was she married? Cousins? He thought about asking but the Dursleys had always hit him when he asked questions – and that hurt.
So he continued to stroll through the ministry at Cassiopeia Black's side, small hand holding hers when it was offered, gripping onto her hand as if he was afraid she'd disappear. Which he was. For this bit of family was the best Christmas present he had ever recieved.
When they finally approached the desk they saw a rather bored looking man sitting upon the desk, when he saw them, he hardly batted an eye, though looked slightly intimidated by Cassiopeia's withering glares.
"I want an identification document done," demanded Cassiopeia, clearly annoyed at the desk person.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Corvus, "isn't he a bit old? They're meant to be done when they're three," the man stated in an annoyed tone.
"Unless you would like me to mention you're incompetence when I next meet the minister of magic then I suggest you get me it."
Rolling his eyes he headed further into his department, presumably to get the necessities for the identification document.
"Bet you the idiot is an Avery," Cassiopeia hissed out, a reference to her more than clear personal vendetta against their family, Corvus couldn't help but laugh slightly already having heard her talk of Thanton Avery's Potion Shop and her loathing of him.
The man came back with a blank piece of parchment and some official looking documents, "three drops of blood on the Identification document, the blank parchment, and then you can fill in the official documents."
"Thank you," Cassiopeia spoke icily before smirking at the man in front of her, "and what might your name be?"
He eyed her suspiciously but answered straight away as soon as she shot him her pointed look, "Harson Avery."
And at that Corvus couldn't help but snicker slightly incurring the man's glare and looked up to see his Aunt Cassie's barely contained smile, "that will be all, Avery."
And with that, and after giving the two a final glare, Harson Avery made himself scarce.
Cassiopeia picked a pin out of the rather large bun upon her head and gently gestured for Corvus to give her his hand, of which it did trustfully and held it over the blank parchment, "I'm going to prick your finger a little to get it to work, it might hurt a little bit," Corvus nodded hesitantly and watched, wincing slightly as he felt it pierce the end of the finger before observing as three drops of blood landed upon the piece of parchment before she easily healed his injury.
He couldn't help but gape in awe, wondering if he'd ever get used to the sight of magic.
Suddenly, a bunch of writing came up upon the piece of paper, written in an elegant script that he wished one day he could write in.
Name: Corvus Polaris Black
Date of Birth: 31st July 1980
Place of Birth: South Hampton, England
Parents: Sirius Orion Black and Ceres Dione Black nee Malfoy
Aunts/Uncles: Regulus Arcturus Black, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and Meissa Aurelia Malfoy
Grandparents: Walburga Vega and Orion Castor Black; Abraxas Titus and Aurora Meissa Malfoy
Great-Aunts/Uncles: Alphard Pollux Black, Cygnus Leo Black and Lucretia Melania Prewett
Great Grandparents: Pollux Phineas and Irma Qualesta Black; Arcturus Sirius and Melania Rose Black; Brutus Lactus and Serpentine Lynx Malfoy; Mortis Maximillian and Meissa Dione Gaunt.
Great-Great Aunts/Uncles: Cassiopeia Amalthea Black, Marius Rigel Black, Dorea Elladora Potter, Lycoris Aries Black and Regulus Atlas Black
Nodding in acceptance of his family tree, Cassiopeia began to fill out the youngest Black's paper work for him, knowing that all of the living family members upon that list would soon be notified (except Corvus' father, who was currently residing in Azkaban) of his existence.
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Dear Corvus Polaris Black,
I cannot say how pleased I am to learn of your existence. Your great-grandmother and I have been on a long vacation in St. Raphael, France for the last couple of years but will be heading back to England to see you at your family introduction party that Pollux will be hosting, I do hope that you shall attend for Melania and I are most eager to meet our only great-grandson,
Arcturus Sirius Black,
Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.
Dear Corvus Black,
We could not believe it when we were informed that our lovely daughter Ceres had been married and had had a child for we knew neither fact but we are immensely pleased. We hope very much that you are most like your mother, of whom is missed everyday.
We will be seeing you at Pollux's house hopefully and shall bring your uncle and cousin along.
With love,
Abraxas Titus Malfoy,
Head of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Malfoy and
Aurora Meissa Malfoy nee Gaunt,
Head of the Most Ancient House of Gaunt.
Dear Corvus Polaris Black,
I am glad to see that Sirius managed to do something good with his life and have a child with a woman of good breeding.
I will see you at Grimmauld Place for your family introduction party,
Pollux Phineas Black.
As Corvus read over the cards he found himself quickly judging Pollux to be rather cold and cordial, Abraxas and Aurora rather warm and slightly less formal, noting how they were the only ones who wrote together and didn't use his middle name and Arcturus to be somewhere in the middle, genuine and pleased to know of his existence but formal none the less.
Cassiopeia skimmed over the letters, rolling her eyes at her brother Pollux's, before turning to Corvus, "we better start writing back then."
At her words the boy went crimson, looking down. She regarded confusedly for a moment, wondering what had caused his sudden embarrassment.
"You don't know how to write, do you?" Cassiopeia inquired in the softest tone of voice she possessed.
Tears built in Corvus' ice eyes.
"Hey, it's okay," Cassiopeia awkwardly comforted, never having to have done this many times before as whenever she looked after a Black in the past they had all been drilled on containing their emotions, "I'll teach you, how does that seem? And by the time tomorrow ends I'll have you writing most words. How does that sound?"
He nodded hesitantly, though unbelievably as nobody could learn to write that quickly.
Cassiopeia offered him a small smile, "let's get practising then, we'll start with 'a'."
True to her word Cassiopeia got him writing by the end of the next day; even if the writing was nowhere near as fancy as hers or even as good as the average five or even four year olds should be but he had enough capability to compose a short letter.
Cassiopeia assured him that even if it wasn't neat it was cute (a word he'd never thought he would hear her say) and that Abraxas, Aurora and Melania would love it – perhaps even warm Arcturus' heart a little. Even though Cassiopeia did state that Irma and Pollux were a lost cause.
And with this new life, for the once Harry Potter now Corvus Black, came a little hope.