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SakuraKoi: he'll be out by Chapter 9-10 at the very most, but I'm not going to tell you guys how yet ;)

I.C.2014: I know :( especially with how much he adored Ceres, and to hear that she died in such a way… And to not even know your own son…

SiriuslyPink: don't worry, Corvus WILL NOT be marrying Sofia, but the Potters will still play a substantial role, especially as they are some of Corvus' closest friends, and also because I love Meissa :). I will be introducing some canon characters like Blaise, Theo and Daphne soon, as well as Rhosymerde LeStrange (daughter of Bellatrix and Rod ;))

Mizzrazz72: it is indeed, I was thinking of writing another book about the Black family or even the Malfoy family as I just love the wheel of fortune that seems to possess their family, up and down.

Child of Dreams: I know! I mean, excuse me that's the saviour of the Wizarding World! I can't wait until Sirius gets the hell out of there.

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Wika0304: the update is here! I hope you like it :)

The Black Heir

Chapter 8: the longing of a portrait

-TBH-TBH-TBH-

Sofia Florentina Potter

Sebastian Tiberius Potter

Corvus Polaris Black

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Those names seemed to haunt Dumbledore's every movement as he scowled as he looked around his office; the Potters were never meant to be found, Dumbedore had insured that the squib brat would never know about her family, he had wiped it from her mind and then, when there was a danger to the survival of her ignorance, he had tried to kill them all.

He had failed; and soon he would lose the Potter fortune and, worst of all, the invisibility cloak.

Aurora Malfoy nee Gaunt had the resurrection stone, and whoever she would select to be her Heir – either the Potter brats, the Black boy or the Malfoy boy – would then be within possession of it; the Potters had the invisibility cloak; he would only be left with the Elder Wand, the wand that rightfully belonged to the line of Peverell, leading it to be the belonging of either Blacks, Potters or Gaunts.

Either way, his ambition to be Master of Death would soon be naught and the money of the Potters that he used to fund his noble ambitions of his Greater Good would soon be gone too. He needed those children under is influence; and he knew just who he needed to use and abuse to do so.

Dear Remus John Lupin,

TBH-TBH-TBH-TBH

Meissa Aurelia Potter nee Malfoy was most hesitant when her mother, a term she would have to get used to while having no memory of the kind woman and believing herself to be an orphan for all of her life – especially when the said woman insisted that Meissa call her by the familiar term of 'mum' when in private, had told her to retrieve the keys to Potter Manor from the Vault that she was now in charge of.

She felt most hesitant because she had barely known the man that she had married and while it may be seen as her right in the Wizarding World and even may be seen as so in the muggle world but it didn't feel right; she felt like a thief, like an invader.

But none the less, at her mother's urging, claiming it would help her know the man that she had married, she decided to port key there.

The sight she received was devastating.

Aurora – her mother – had already informed her of what had happened here. How in 1977 Fleamont and Euphemia Potter had been brutally murdered inside it's walls and the manor destroyed by vicious Death Eaters hating upon those who were seen as 'Blood Traitors'.

The Manor that was evidently once a piece of arm was in tatters, rooms blown to piece as centuries old art work destroyed; dried blood remaining on some of the walls causing Meissa to close her eyes tightly against the very sight.

Just where her mother had told her there was a crack under the floor boards, a piece of broken class ripping into Meissa's skin causing her blood to be dropped over it; revealing a ripple that turned into a silver door, curiously the woman of thirty two opened the door with hesitance, yanking it open to reveal dimly lit stairs.

As she walked down the torches lit up at her presence, until she finally reached a room.

It was simply stunning, every inch of it heavily decorated with rich materials and littered with portraits of people with varied scenery behind them, completely still.

Smiling in amazement Meissa, despite her month in the Wizarding World, was not expecting the collective breath that came from the portraits seemingly all at once; a scream erupting from her lungs as she pounced backwards.

"We don't bite you know," a humour-laced voice informed her from behind, causing her to whirl around.

Behind her was a man with messy raven hair, young, perhaps twenty one when the portrait was taken – Aurora had informed her that portraits always remained the same age as when they had been painted, causing Meissa to, perhaps vainly, ask for hers to be done soon – he had mischievous hazel eyes and reminded her greatly of both Sebastian and Sofia, though both greatly resembled him Sofia's looks were the most alike to his, but the amused, mischievous grin that he held was all Sebastian. That meant he could be only one person.

Her husband. James Potter.

It was then that a female voice sounded, belonging to a woman that held the same eye colour as Meissa's husband, "how did you get in here? James was the only Potter left and I-I can sense that H-Ha-Harry has gone too."

Meissa took in a deep breath, the eyes of hundreds – perhaps into the thousands – of portraits watching her, "because I married James Fleamont Potter in Las Vegas in 1979, upon a drunken impulse; and the Potter line has not died out, because upon that night I conceived twins: Sofia Florentina and Sebastian Tiberius Potter."

The mischievous man's eyes seemed to near popping out of his head in shock, smirk dropping, a silence seemed to fall over the room, some portraits cheering slightly that their line had not died out whilst others too shocked to follow in their example, awkwardly Meissa attempted to break the quiet with a slight joke, "therefore I think I deserved more than a piece of paper saying 'sorry'."

James' cheeks went red as the woman she assumed to be his mother scowled at him from her portrait, Meissa continued, "and Harry was never James' son, he was actually Corvus Polaris Black but somebody had disguised him so you would take him in; the son of Sirius Orion Black and Ceres Dione Black nee Malfoy. He is now at Black Manor with Sofia and Bash, my nickname for Sebastian."

"Sirius has a son," James whispered in disbelief, tears welling in his eyes, "I had children?"

Meissa realised that she must have looked at him questioningly because he answered, emotion filling his voice, "I thought I couldn't have children, which is why we were so eager to take Harry in. Lily and I, we tried and tried but no children came. There was no problem with her so-so I thought it was me."

It was within that moment that Meissa no longer regretted this unknown man having been the father of her children, that it hadn't of been someone she knew. It was too clear that family meant so much to this young man, and she knew that he would love Sofia and Bash just as she did, and she knew that he would be wishing above anything to see them.

Startling the portraits, especially the crying James, Fleamont and Euphemia she took out a cell phone – something she had given to Aurora and Abraxas much to their fascination as she could not communicate with them magically, placing it on speaker, Aurora was quick to pick up.

"Mum? Could you bring Sofia and Bash over to Potter Manor, I left the spare key in the flower pot in my room."

"We'll be there soon, Meissa."

"Squib?" Fleamont inquired, though it was not cruelly but curiously.

"Yes," Meissa answered readily, "I'm Meissa Auriela Potter nee Malfoy, the squib eldest daughter of Abraxas and Aurora."

That was more than enough to shock the portraits to silence until squealing voices were heard upon the stairs, "if you go after one more of my dolls Bash then I will set Aunt Cassie on you! I'll tell her you were the one who stole and ruined her wand holder!"

"And I'll tell her you burnt her book cases for not giving you that cookie."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I so would."

"I'd beat you up, Bash."

The arguing of the children brought smiles to many faces as Sofia and Bash stumbled into the room, a frowning Aurora Malfoy nee Gaunt behind them – she had told them to behave – as they surveyed the room in awe.

James Potter's smile lit up with a smile unseen for many years, grinning as he watched the girl and boy, whose resemblance to both him and Meissa was unquestionable, messing around within the room.

"Sof, Bash, say hello to your father and grandparents."

-TBH-TBH-TBH-TBH-

Corvus had spent days deliberating the right time to talk to his grandmother, putting it off for as long as he could until even his grandpa began to give him looks; and then he knew he would have to summon whatever Gryffindor courage he had an talk to her.

She was his family, and if those memories were anything true then perhaps he could love her as he loved his grandma and grandpa.

Head held high he knocked upon her tall oak door, wincing as the sound echoed and wishing that his best friend – Sebastian – was here with him to do such a foreboding task; but Bash was meeting his dad and there was no way that Corvus would take that opportunity away from him by making him feel as if he had to stay with him.

It was several moments before the door slowly opened, to reveal the scowling figure of the hauntingly beautiful Walburga Black, who regarded her grandson coldly.

He winced under her gaze. He valued this family that he had now more than anything, especially after how he had been treated by the Dursleys. Though he would never be able to bring himself to admit it, he often felt the urge to cling to his family members, hope this is not all a dream that will be ruthlessly taken from him.

And he couldn't stand the idea of so much as one relative not liking him.

And that's what prompted him to hang his head in shame, the young boy fighting with tears threatening to overflow from his eyes as he told her, "I'm so sorry, grandmother."

His words were shaky and by the end of it, thoughts overrun by the idea of her hating him, of her wishing he was still with the Dursleys and that he didn't exist, he began to cry.

And before long he was wrapped up within his grandmother's hesitant, unsure arms as she gently stroked his head, "shh it's okay, it's okay. I'm here."

And with those words an old woman's heart thawed towards her young grandson, disregarding the wishes of her father many years before that her descendants would just be a means to an end, because she loved her grandson.

THB-THB-THB

Cassiopeia Amalthea Black cackled when she found the document that she had searched for. Oh, those Ministry idiots would pay – literally – for what they had done to her great-nephew.

Not only would this free Sirius but it would also increase the Black Fortune by quite the mass!

Waving her wand to non-verbally (she was the most formidable witch of her age for a reason) cast a patronus she waited for the viper to take form, before calling upon it to bring to her Aurora and Abraxas Malfoy as well as Melania and Arcturus Black.

Soon, they would free Sirius.

Very soon.

Shorter chapter – sorry guys! – but it just seemed like a good place to leave it, have you guys feeling the mood of tension and suspense for what will happen next. How do you think that they're going to free Sirius? What do you guys think of a flash forward say two years after Corvus has met some other purebloods and Sirius is back (and maybe made a sort of friendship with Draco?

And who do you want to see Corvus, Sebastian, Draco and Sofia paired with in the end?

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

-LadyHallows