Harrison Black

By Jamnaz79

Notification: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I merely write for the hell of it and for a bit of fun. Hopefully I will be able to make someone smile or laugh from my writing. I do not own anything of it or make any profit from it.

Author note: This was an idea I had typed up a while back. This is my version of a marriage contract story. I figured what the hell, I would post it up on my random stories area to see if folks might like it. If you do like it then let me know and perhaps I will continue it sometime.

It was a stunned Gryffindor fourth year that exited the room of champions into Hogwarts Great Hall. The boy had just come out of the meeting between the judges of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and Headmasters are of the esteemed schools of Europe. It was fitting that they found that the boy of fourteen would have to compete in the tournament for adults. After all Harry Potter was fate's bitch after all!

It had been a hellish few months for Harry Potter. The end of last year he found out that he had a godfather that loved and cared for him. That same night that he found out that man who he had thought for months was out to kill him was innocent he saw the man die. Not only did Sirius Black end up killed but he was kissed by a Dementor on the orders of the Minister of Magic without any trial despite the fact he was innocent! After that event took place to add injury to torment he was forced to go back to the Dursley family. It was the same family that had raised him in an abusive environment and was still rather upset after the summer before he blew up their favorite aunt. It had been a long summer where he had to suffer through worse abuse than normal. In fact he still had numerous bruises from what he had to put up with. Yet, he had survived only to get into trouble at the Quidditch World Cup Final. Now he was forced to compete in this stupid tournament.

The boy started to close the door behind him when a regal looking owl swooped down into the Great Hall. It carried a letter clutched in its talons tightly as he landed on the table before the boy. A frown crossed the lips of the young Gryffindor, he couldn't help but wonder who would send him a letter. He let out a sigh and reached out to take the scroll from the owl.

Slowly Harry broke the seal from Gringotts and unrolled the parchment. The writing was done in elegant formal script that appeared to be used to writing this exact letter. It seemed almost too formal.

Mr. Potter,

It has been determined by the Ministry of Magic that you are a legal adult due to acceptance in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Gringotts requires your presence in regards to your late godfather's will. Please be available to meet at the earliest convenience Mr. Potter, if a meeting does not take place before one year of passing then the benefits from the Will are instead granted by treaty to Gringotts. This is your only required warning.

Sincerely,

Steelclaw

Inheritance Department of Gringotts Britain

His godfather's Will? What could be in that Will that would be important? The man had been in prison for the last decade. Surely there was nothing in there of importance. If there had been most likely Dumbledore would have told him something. A frown crossed the lips of Harry at that thought. Why would Dumbledore tell him anything? The man only continues to force him back to his in-laws and now requires that he join this deadly tournament.

The thoughts of the young man were interrupted as the door opens up from the Champions chamber and out comes the Deputy Headmistress. The stern witch frowns at the sight of Harry standing there, slowly her left eyebrow raise upwards. "Mr. Potter. I thought I told you to head off to bed. I understand tomorrow is the weekend but it is past curfew. Do I need to assign you point loss and detention?"

Harry slowly turns around holding the parchment in his hands. He doesn't speak instead he merely holds it out for the elderly witch. She slowly takes hold it and reads over the writing. A huff comes from the woman of frustration. A line on her forehead pulses matching the frown on her lips. "I assume Mr. Potter you have not bothered to meet with the goblins about your inheritance? This most likely was not the first statement received this summer for this."

"I haven't received any correspondence this summer Professor. I never do when I am at my in-laws house. They don't allow mail for freaks." The last words were said with a sneer that would be Snape worthy. Normally he never talked of his home life but at this point of the long day, the same day in fact that his parents were murdered he was tried. He was too tired to care at the moment. He took a deep breath and finally spoke up his request, "Will you take me please Professor? I understand you don't like to be around me but would you please take me to Sirius will reading?"

"Mr. Potter, I do not dislike you. What gave you that impression?" The stern woman pressed her lips together into a frown of concern. Her eyes narrowed at the young man with disappointment filling them.

"I just thought that you did not wish to be around me since everything I do seem to be trouble Professor McGonagall. First year nobody would listen to me when I said someone was trying to steal the stone. Second year I was bullied and hated by the whole school but no teacher stepped up in my defense. Last year everyone was afraid to get near me. This year I am sure will be just as bad since I am sure everything thinks I am a liar and wanted this bloody tournament. I figured you wouldn't want to get involved again." Harry looked down at the floor in disappointment that was plainly written across his face. His eyes squeezed tightly together as he frowned, "I am sure the Headmaster won't let me leave the school anyways. He doesn't care if I am in a home where I am beaten and abused, why would he care if I received something from Sirius?"

The boy paused for a second and blinked at his words then sighed as he turned away from her about to walk off. He whispered just loud enough to be heard, "I merely what Sirius might have left me as a goodbye. He was my last family I had."

The Transfiguration Professor was in shock as she looked at the back of Harry. It was true that in first year she had ignored the warning of the boy. It was also true that in second year she never did step up to defend him. But, Albus had said these things with children normally sort themselves out. I was the policy commonly for Hogwarts of non-interference of students and their concerns. After all the Houses will defend their own since the children are like family to each other, but it seems that in Mr. Potter's case she failed. The most startling comment was about the abusiveness of those bloody muggles. She had warned that man of what they were like but he had never cared. The frown on her lips slipped away before she spoke up, "I will take you tomorrow morning Harry. Tomorrow be ready at eight sharp, meet me in the common room and I will take you."

Harry spun around with wide emerald eyes that reminded her too much of his mother. He smiled for a brief second and she remembered the bright eyed boy from first year. But, that second passed and the distraught look returned to his face, "Thank you Professor. I appreciate this kindness."

"Remember eight sharp Mr. Potter!" She called out after the fading back of the young man. She watched him leave and had a feeling that this might be an interesting day tomorrow.

~~HB~~

The night had been a long one for Harry. It was partly because when back at the dorms he had to deal with a jealous prat of a former best friend Ron. Not to mention the lovely surprise when Hermione actually sided with the boy against him. Couple that together with almost all of the Gryffindor dorm siding against him and you have a horrible situation. Still after dealing with the foolishness, not that it mattered what he said when most of them already had their minds made up, he was able to fall asleep for a few hours.

It was now seven forty five and Harry was waiting in the common room as the door opened and Professor McGonagall walked into the room. She looked around before stopping to linger her gaze on Harry, "Good Mr. Potter. You are ready and early too. It is important always to be punctual. Shall we go?"

Harry stood up with a stretch and yawn before he nodded and followed the Professor out of the common room. They walked quickly up towards her office in silence. Their path took them through the transfiguration classroom and into the office of the Deputy Headmistress. There she took some floo powder and tossed it into the flames. "You first Harry, go to the Leaky Cauldron."

The boy nodded his head then stepped into the flames calling out the name of the establishment. It was only a few moments later he found himself sliding across the ground away from the fireplace. Out of the flames stepped the stern Professor. She looked around and noticed Harry lying down against the leg of a table. A touch of amusement met her gaze at the trouble the young man seemed to have with magical travel "Mr. Potter, please do not sit around. Let us be off."

The boy let out a sigh and picked himself up before he followed the professor from the room heading towards Gringotts. He really had only been to Gringotts first year. Second year Ms. Weasley picked up what was needed as he looked around with the others. In third year the Minister of Magic managed to acquire his books for him. This year again Ms. Weasley borrowed his key to get the books he needed for classes, so it turned out this was actually the second time he had been to Gringotts so far.

He followed the Professor into Gringotts, which had just opened ten minutes before and was not very busy yet today. The older woman stopped not before a teller but instead the main goblin at a podium. She motioned Harry forward and spoke, "Mr. Potter has been summoned to meet one your people named Steelclaw."

The goblin, like most of his kin, was a disgusting looking creature. The ears were too big for its head, eyes that seemed to glare and jagged teeth that were sharpened were the prominent features of the beast. To Harry, he really couldn't tell much difference from one goblin to the next. This one like the others seemed to wear a suit that was fitting in the 1800s. This goblin though seemed to be a bit more important as he stared down at the boy. The eyes of the goblin were drawn, like most of the wizarding world, to Harry's scar. "Very well, go through the door to your right to meet your escort for Mr. Potter only."

Professor McGonagall reached up and fixed her glasses onto her face properly. A frown lingered on the lips of the woman but she nodded her head. It was not smart to argue with a goblin in the bank, everyone knew it was their territory and they were vicious. "Mr. Potter, I will meet you back at the Leaky Cauldron soon as you are done. You will go there and use the floo to my office and I will come get you. Understood?"

The boy quickly nodded his head in agreement, after all she had gotten him here it was the least he could do to agree to her wishes. "Yes, Professor!"

The young teenager then turned to walk down the hallway. Once Harry was in the corridor there were two goblin guards with spear, armor and short sword waiting for him. One motioned with his hand without saying a word and started to lead him as the other followed behind him. They led the young man through the hallways that seemed to be endless till they came before an office marked as Inheritance affairs. The guard knocked once and waited from the invoice voice of "Enter."

The goblin behind the desk was short, squat and ancient. He wore a rude and harsh gaze at the teenager. "Sit, do not waste my time."

Harry blinked in surprise then quickly stepped forward to take the large seat across the goblin. He glanced around the room but the place was Spartan and lacked any luxury. Instead there was only the large desk made of oak with the two chairs before it. He slowly unrolled the parchment and placed it down, "You summoned me Sir?"

The left eyebrow of the goblin raise slowly as it stared down at the boy, "I am a goblin, do not call me a Sir like you filthy humans."

The goblin continued before the young man would speak any apology. He reached over and pulled out a bowel and dagger. Both of the items were made with gold and were etched with numerous runes. "First, we must determine if you are really Harry Potter. Slice your hand and allow three drops."

A grimace spread over the lips of Harry but under the gaze of the goblin he felt little choice so he reached forward to take hold of the dagger and slowly slid it across his palm. He watched as the warm crimson blood dribbled down his palm and into the bowl three times before he moved his hand away. Soon as the third droplet fell the cut on his hand sealed up on its own.

The goblin ignored the obvious discomfort of the boy instead choosing to pick up the bowl. It dropped a trio of herbs that Harry could not identify into the bowl then spit into it. Finally he dropped a flame into the bowl. A burst of flame came up from the bowl followed immediately by the old creature pouring the mixture onto a scroll of parchment. The words started to form over the parchment before the eyes of Harry.

Harrison James Regulus Black

Father: Sirius Orion Black

Mother: Lily Potter Nee' Evans

Blood Adopted Father: James Charlus Potter

Birthday: 1st of June 1980

Titles:

Lord of House Black –Unclaimed

Heir of House Potter – 2nd rank candidate

Heir of House LeStrange – 2nd rank candidate

The goblin looked over the parchment and let out a snort of disgust. He looked up from the parchment with a glare at the young Lord. "It appears that the Will of Lord Black was correct you are his child. That means an illegal Blood Adoption was done by the Potter family when they made a claim of you. As noted above even you're reported day of birth was different even then what is commonly believed."

Harry was stunned, he couldn't speak. He could barely think or even breathe at the moment. He wasn't really a Potter? His parents that he had been told about weren't really his? What was going on? He was a Black? Sirius was his true father? What did this mean? Why was this happening? He could feel a pain in his chest from panic filling up his body. His eyes squeezed tightly together as the panic attack hit him.

"Mr. Black, if you are going to cry or freak out then leave this room first. Time is money, and your actions are wasting my time." The goblin spoke up harshly with a sneer worthy of Snape.

The young man's head snapped up and blinked in surprise coming out the panic. He swallowed once before he spoke, "Sirius was my father?"

"That is what I said Mr. Black. You have been declared an adult by the Ministry of Magic in accordance to the tournament that you have entered which required only adults to participate. Hence, you may claim the Lordship of House Black. You are the named and direct heir as stated by documents submitted by Lord Black to Gringotts in trust. Do you wish to claim this inheritance Mr. Black?" The goblin stared at the boy expecting an answer. The creature seemed intimidating to Harry, not to mention demanding as it stared at the boy.

Harry quickly nodded his head to agree to the statement, "Yes Steelclaw. I wish to claim my inheritance from my father."

"Very well." The goblins reached over to the side of his desk and pulled out a box made of mahogany. The box had a seal on top of a three colors, red on top which had a sword carried in a hand. Below that is a strip of blue then a field of white with three blue ravens. At the bottom was written in Latin Toujours Pur or Always Pure. The lid of the box was opened up and inside laid a large golden ring that had the same crest on top. Around the outside of the ring was written the same family saying Toujours Pur.

Harry stared at the ring; he could feel it calling out to him. To his emerald gaze there was nothing else but that ring. Slowly he reached out, hesitantly he picked it up and slid it onto his finger. He could feel a prick as it slid in place then slowly the ring shrunk to fit him. He could feel a sense of power flowing from the ring. It had a feeling of rightness to him. A hundred other thoughts and feelings started to flow through the mind of the boy but most of all he felt warmth fill his body. He had something now that he belonged to.

The voice of the goblin shattered that feeling, "You are now officially Lord Black. You may see yourself out of this office. The guards will take you to the Will of your father; there a subordinate can answer your questions."

Harry could hear the dismissal in the voice of the goblin. He frowned to himself as he stood up. He was still a polite young man so he bowed his head towards the goblin, "Thank you Steelclaw."

The goblin never looked up, merely waving off the young Lord as Harry turned and left. If the boy had looked back he would have seen the keen interest in the eyes of the greedy creature.

Author Note: Just one of a few ideas I had in my head of Harry as a Black. In this story the basic idea is James Potter was stricken sterile from a spell shortly after graduating Hogwarts. This was determined while on a honeymoon with Lily. So I would most likely use this story to do a marriage contract or two for Harry. One of the Houses allied traditionally with the dark like Pansy or the Female Carrow Twins that are rarely used. Also note his birthday makes him not the child of prophecy despite his marking. This of course would throw everything into confusion. I think it could be rather interesting to see where it goes from there. Any thoughts? Like the idea? Think it would be worth it's own story?