The Shadow of the Wizarding World

By: Jamnaz79

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Note: I do not own Harry Potter for the book, movies, etc etc etc. Nor do I claim to.

-SotWW-

A haughty sniff came out of the girl, "Letting your godfather ask out your dates?"

She rolled her eyes and continued before Harry could speak up, "I guess, I shall see what this date looks like when we have that dinner. I expect her to be up to standards worthy of our family alliance."

The boy's lips turned to a small smile as he folded his arms over his chest then spoke out in a snooty voice, "Indeed, We do have high standards. Very few could meet the requirements to someday be worthy of becoming the next lady Potter or Black."

For a brief second surprise passed through her eyes as she stared at him then a hint of a smile crossed her lips. Daphne turned and walked away from the boy, her hips seemed to swivel back and forth enticingly. The thought crossed Harry's brain, wasn't there some sort of law against a woman being able to do that already at their age?

"Keep safe Potter." The words were whispered just as the doorway was closed behind the girl leaving the boy to the chambers and his thoughts about her, surviving the holidays from Tonks, the threats from Slytherin House and finally who the hell was his godfather setting him up with?

It had been an interesting time for Harry leading to the winter holidays. He had spent a large amount of time with his late night "detention" study periods with his professors. A second draw on his time was the lessons with Daphne and her friend Tracey for his dancing skills. At first he was hesitant, not because they were Slytherins but to relax around the two beautiful girls. Still he had gotten over that after a few dozen stepped on toes. Now it seemed normal to laugh and joke in their company, or at least getting Tracey to laugh and joke. Daphne was still frustrating sometimes with her stony silence.

The trouble for the past few weeks was the twins. To be correct the problem was the pranks that the twins were playing on his friends. While it seemed he was officially off the mark for all pranks, or interactions with the Weasley family that courtesy did not expend to his pranks. In the past Hermione and others he knew had been immune to their mischief. But, now that he was officially no longer a part of their little family it seemed to be open season. Unfortunately they were making up for lost time.

The start was when Neville showed up to potions class with a blue Mohawk. Of course this ended up with him getting a detention. The poor boy ended up getting bombarded by Peeves for stink bombs the next potions class which earned him a second detention. Hermione was the victim of not only getting her hair turned bright pink but on the back of her clothing for a full day read "Brains of the boy-who-lived." Hermione and Harry were able to figure out a removal for the hair and break down the charm for the curse on her back by the end of the day. But, the twins were not done; they managed to ruin her copy of Hogwarts a History, her favorite book. The book now only read a single line repeated throughout the entire book, 'Nobody likes a know it all.'

While this pissed off Harry and put the twins on his official shit list. A list they had obtained in the past when they had stuck Peeves on him, which luckily the Baron stopped, the prank that truly set him off was done to poor Luna.

Harry walked into the Great Hall to get lunch when he found Luna rushing from the hall in tears. The sight at first startled the boy because despite her repeatedly being picked on in the past there had never been an instance where he saw her break down and cry in public. Quickly he followed her down the hall. Once he caught up to her he pulled her into an old abanadoned classroom to talk. The blonde haired girl crumpled against him in tears, "Shhh Luna, it is okay. I am here."

The tears from the girl did not stop as she held her head against his chest crying her eyes out. Her face buried into the folds of his robes as she continued to cry away. Harry gently reached up and rubbed her back, unsure what to do with the crying girl, "I am here Luna. It is going to be fine."

Slowly she raised her head up to meet his emerald gaze as she let out a sniffle. His eyes swept over her face even as he reached up with his free hand to softly brush away the tears from her cheeks. AS he was lowering his hand he noticed her butterbeer cork necklace was gone. Instead of the necklace was a red mark around her neck that looked as it is had been torn from her body. The anger that seemed to often be buried under the surface these days started to boil. His voice was almost a hiss as he whispered, "Where is your necklace Luna?"

The girl slowly held up her left hand. Found in her palm was the snapped necklace along with both of his bracelet that he had given to her. Harry gently reached over and took up the bracelets with a frown. The crest of House Potter had been changed into the shape of a man bent over showing his ass to the world. Perhaps a poor tasting prank that the man was mooning everyone for the girl named Luna. Furthermore both bracelets felt extremely hot to the touch, almost to the point of burning the flesh. Gently Harry reached forward and pulled back the sleeves of her robes showing burn marks against her wrists where the bracelets normally sat. A growl escaped his lips as his eyes dangerously started to glow, "What happened?"

The beautiful young girl flinched; her dreamy demeanor was completely absent. Harry tried to calm himself when he realized he may be scaring her. His hand free from the bracelets again started to rub her back calmingly, "Please Luna, was it the nargles?"

Slowly while biting her bottom lip the girl shook her head back and forth for no. The dreamy quality of her grey-blue eyes seemed to glaze over as she calmed down meeting his own gaze. Her voice was horse almost dried up, "The twins did it. They were hiding in a hidden passageway when they cast it but Helena saw them do it. I didn't know till I got into the Great Hall. It was so hot, I ripped off the necklace and broke it."

She paused a moment and swallowed, the angry line against her neck in stark contrast to her pale skin. Her whisper broke up against, "It burned so hot. Mother's necklace is ruined."

"We will fix it good as new, I promise you. The charms will be fixed too. First let's get you to Madam Pomfrey to get you fixed up. I will fix everything, I promise you." Harry lowered his gaze to linger on the bracelets as he knew this had to end right away. A prank was one ting but they seemed to let their new freedom go to their heads. If they wanted to make others feel pain now, then it was time to end their pranking ways once and for all. He would not let his friends become targets for the twins!

The walk to the infirmary was done in silence. Luna leaned against him the entire way, which under other circumstances might not be unpleasant. But, Harry's mind was distracted as he held tightly to the charmed bracelets. A plan was already starting to form to humiliate repeatedly the twins in every possible way. If they enjoyed ruining the day of others then he would ruin their lives. Once at the infirmary he gently placed Luna into the care of Madam Pomfrey. The witch seemed slightly surprised that he wasn't the one going into her care for once.

A polite smile was given to the medical-witch before he whispered softly to Luna that he would be back. He waited till he saw Luna guided away behind a curtain then he sprinted off towards the 2nd floor woman's restroom. He needed a place that nobody else could hear his plans, he wanted to be precise in his attacks and they wouldn't be completely legal in his methods. No trail should be left, that was a rule of a prankster. A rule it seemed that the twins never understood.

Once he raced down the stairs and traveled through the parselmouth wards he called out, "Kreacher! Dobby!"

There were twin cracks as younger and older house appeared before him. They spoke almost in unison, "Master called Kreacher/Dobby!"

Harry watched as they each shot the other distrustful looks. A slight smirk touched his lips as he studied the ancient house elf, Kreacher. The demeanor of the small troll-like wrinkled monster was still horrid as ever according to his godfather. But, since he destroyed the locket the elf seemed willing to walk through fire for him. "Kreacher, someone has insulted the protection of the Houses Potter and Black. I need your assistance to resolve this problem."

The eyes of the small, old house elf narrowed in anger that Harry also felt. Kreacher leaned in towards his young master excitement glowing in his eyes to get revenge.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see the crestfallen look on Dobby's face. He turned towards the elf with a smile, "I will need you as well Dobby to execute this plan. We are going to ruin these two individuals. Are you both with me?"

The pair quickly nodded their heads towards Harry, "Good then this is what we shall do."

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

They say it is normally a difficult thing to prank a prankster. But when someone is willing to go to any lengths, spend any amount of money for quick results and most important has the assistance of two house elves it really is not too difficult. For step one Kreacher acquired the potion needed and Dobby acquired the hair from their prey.

The plan was executed flawlessly for step one. It was only one day later at dinner time in the Great Hall and Gryffindor table was loud as always. The twins seemed to be acting rather strangely. For some reason right after they drank their pumpkin juice with their meal the pair of them couldn't take their eyes off of one another. It was normal for them to always be at each other's side and whisper constantly their plans, hell they often were mistaken for one another and sometimes seemed to share a brain too! But the fact that in the middle of dinner the two looked at each other and started to snog one another turned more than a few stomachs and surprises.

Harry on the other hand who had known what was coming of course, finished his meal up quickly and left the Great Hall to go study in the library. He could barely hear over the surprise talking in the Great Hall Snape yelling out point deductions and about impropriety. Who cares though if Gryffindor loses some points, the fact that he was able to humiliate the two in the middle of the Great Hall made step one a success.

~~~ SOTWW ~~~~

Step two took place later that evening. The twins were released from the confines of the infirmary quickly. After all it was a weak love potion that he had Kreacher use. Harry now stood in the far corner of the room for the fifth year male student's chamber. The young Potter Lord was under his invisibility cloak with a charm not only to keep his movements quiet but also to remove his scent. He couldn't help but wonder how the twins would take being the center of the prank instead of those that startled the prank. It was always more fun to be the bully logically.

The twins entered the room each looking exhausted and anger after their day. They seemed to be moving towards their respective chests to acquire some pranks, hopefully not to Harry's friends for revenge.

That was when they spotted on each of their beds a message written in salt. 'Repent in Public or the Ghosts of the Marauders shall have their revenge!'

"Fred, do you see what I see?" one of the identical twins spoke up.

The other responded, "I do indeed brother of mine. Do you think then we are under attack? Is this to be a full prank war against us?"

The two stepped together between their beds raising their right hands upwards into the air. They looked up and shouted, "A war it is!"

As soon as the words left their mouths the ceiling about them fell in. Piles and piles of hippogriff dung rained down onto the Weasley twins head's and open mouths. It was such a surprise that they did not have time to close their mouths. It was also such a distraction that they missed the sound a house elf popping away.

Harry watched safe in his corner as the terrible duo started to spit out manure that seemed to cover them from head to toe. The smell was truly rancid as the foul odor was strong enough to even turn Hagrid's stomach. He couldn't help but crack a smile as his eyes glowed, loving the revenge.

It seemed that the twins had ignored his option for possible peace instead wanting to pursue a war against their unknown assailant. The smile on Harry's lips turned into a scary sight. From now till Christmas break he would make their lives a living hell.

The twins went off to the showers as Harry pulled a small slip of parchment from his robes. He quickly scribbled down, 'Execute stage three.' He folded it up then released it. Before it hit the ground it disappeared into the hands of the invisible house elf.

Harry carefully walked around the pile of dung as he swept out of the room still hidden by his cloak and charms. He didn't look back, he didn't need to glance towards the showers. He knew that even right now Dobby and Kreacher were pouring anger potions into the shower water of the twins. In moments the pair would start a brawl that would perhaps land them again into detention and the infirmary. Harry couldn't help but be surprised. Snape was actually correct on something, 'Potions were truly deadly creations!'

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

Harry sat the Gryffindor table next to Hermione for lunch the next day. Both of them had a book out for runes and were going back and forth comparing notes on a new project as they ate. He quickly glanced down the table at the Weasley twins who had just entered into the Great Hall. The pair were beaten up with bloodied lips and black eyes. They kept glaring around the Great Hall as they walked towards the Gryffindor table searching for whomever might be the perpetrator of the attacks on them. They looked exhausted but even more important to Harry he could see even from here their eyes were filled with pain.

For a brief moment Harry considered perhaps it was not right to enjoy the pain of others. After all they had suffered a lot so far this year losing their brother and almost sister last year. But, then his eyes glazed over to the Ravenclaw table to Luna sitting along with her pudding. All hope of mercy fled from the young teenager as he took out a scape piece of parchment and wrote, 'execute stage four.' It was folded up and dropped to the table, disappearing without ever hitting the tabletop.

The Weasley twins finally reached their House table sitting down next to Alicia and Angela from the Quidditch team. Just as they lowered their backside onto the bench they knew something had gone wrong. The first hint was the squelch sound as their backsides touched the table. The next was the oozing down their pants legs and under their robes. The smell hit the table a moment later causing more than a few students to turn green at the horrid smell. Finally, a few pieces of the hippogriff dung fell onto the floor between the twin's legs.

Harry had seen, and smelt far more then he wanted to. He closed up his books and pushed away from the table. He turned to a green looking Hermione, "Shall we go? I think they just managed to ruin breakfast with their failed prank."

The girl nodded her head, for once not trusting her voice to speak with the horrid smell encompassing the entire Great Hall, the pair left the Great Hall. Just as they left with a rush of other students they could hear again Professor Snape yelling at the Weasley twins for detentions and point deductions.

The funny part was nobody saw another scrap of parchment folded up disappear from where Harry had been sitting.

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

It was amazing how many pranks and troubles that the Weasley twins experienced that day. Every staircase they needed would change. Every secret passage that they could normally use to get to class early was now blocked with heavy storage boxes from floor to ceiling. Their showers would either run freezing fold, burning painfully hot, or end up with turning their body or hair different colors. Not to mention love potions or hate potion that would find its way into their shower. Their soap would cause rashes and itching. When walking the hallways slipper oil would appear under their feet causing them to fall down, yet as soon as someone else looked the oil was gone. Their shoelaces would mysteriously tie together at odd times. Four cauldrons were destroyed in the brewing of one potion, which of course landed them into the infirmary and detention.

In quidditch practice the twins found that the bludgers no matter what they did always assaulted the opposite twin. Their beds had bedbugs appear and their robes seemed to have cut outs of their backsides. Their boots would continuously have either snakes or toads inside of them. They each swore that their trunks smelt of pee. Even worse they would not even admit what they found in their boxers.

This is what went on for the next week of the lives of the twins. They would wake up each morning, once stuck to the ceiling and live through hell. They couldn't bathe safely, they couldn't eat safely, they couldn't breathe safely. Nothing that they did in their lives was safe for them, there was only one constant. Written onto their beds each night in salt was the same words, 'Repent in Public or the Ghosts of the Marauders shall have their revenge!"

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

Harry sat on his bench spot next to Hermione and Neville staring as the twins were standing before the entire school. A slight smirk touched the lips of the boy at the sight of the terrorized duo. What was the old muggle saying? Do not dish it out if you cannot take? He reached over and clicked on the JPRec that he had on the table ready to record this. Some things just deserved more than a pensive memory after all.

Fred and George stood before the gathered students at dinner. The hall was brought to silence by Professor McGonagall. "May I have your attention please? Mr. and Mr. Weasley have asked to make a statement."

Fred took a deep breath then slowly let it out before speaking, "We are here to admit wrong doings."

George followed up quickly, "We may have in the past gone overboard in our pranks for other students of this school."

Fred took over, "We thought it was harmless fun but we have learned otherwise. We have been a bit…"

"Extreme." George completed the sentence, "We are sorry."

"We beg for your forgiveness." Fred continued quickly.

George finished up their statement, "Please show us mercy Great Ghost of the Marauders."

Their little speech ended before they were quickly escorted from the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall. It seemed that despite their asking for forgiveness it came with a price after having to admit all of their pranks over the past year. A hefty price if one noticed that Gryffindor currently had no points left in their counter.

Most of the Great Hall broke into conversations together about the actions of the Weasleys. Everyone knew what they had been going through during the past week; the whole school now had to wonder one question. Who had done this to stop the terrible duo?

But there was two sets of eyes that located Harry right away as soon as the word Marauder escaped the lips of the twins. One set belonged to a greasy haired potions master that was filled with hate. This set of eyes stared right through the boy who simply offered back a big warm smile.

The other set of eyes belonged to Remus Lupin who was fighting to keep a smirk from his lips. He met the eyes of Harry and he knew right away who had caused all of the mischief. He could see that look on the boy's face that little grin edging onto the corners of his lips. It was James all over again at school. He gave the boy a wink then went back to his meal.

Harry turned away from the two professors and stabbed a carrot to chew on, "Well that isn't something you see every day. I wonder who this Marauder's Ghost is."

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

Harry stepped off of the train with Hermione at his side. His eyes roamed over the amazingly busy platform 9 3/4. It was the first time he had seen it done up with Yule decorations. There were numerous reefs, bells, bows and from somewhere came a song about a white Christmas. A smile touched the lips of the boy after enjoying the sight for the first time, a smile that widen when his gaze landed onto a particular long dark haired Lord. Reaching out he latched onto the hand of the girl at his side dragging her away towards the man. The trunks of the pair floated behind them as he pulled her along. " Come on Hermione, Sirius is over here."

The pair arrived and immediately the raven haired boy was embraced in a bear hug by his godfather. Harry let out a little squeak before cringe out, "I can't breathe!"

Sirius chuckled as he lowered Harry back down onto his feet with a smile, "Sorry pup, it has been too long. I see you have a pretty girl following you."

The boy blinked and looked at Hermione as both of the teenagers quickly pulled their hands apart. The young man cleared his throat, "Hermione this is my godfather Lord Sirius Orion Black. Sirius this is Hermione Granger my best friend."

Sirius reached forward to gently take hold of the hand of the girl before placing a small kiss on her fingertips, "Harry has spoken about you often but he didn't mention how pretty you were Ms. Granger."

A hint of crimson covered the girl's cheeks at the words and gestures from Sirius. She recovered quickly offering a smile, "A pleasure to meet you Lord Black."

"Please, no need to be formal. Call me Sirius." He offered both children his most charming smile then motioned towards their things. "We should be off. As the muggles say; People to do and things to see."

Hermione started to open her mouth to correct him but stopped when Harry placed his hand on her arm. He gave her a quick shake of the head then smiled back at his godfather, "I was wondering Sirius if perhaps Hermione might be able to look over the Black Family Library? She is considering my offer to become my official sister."

The ex-convict raised an eyebrow, even though Harry had mentioned in his letters the possibility he figured it was best to play along. "That might be arranged for your sister. But, I don't know about letting others view most of the volumes. There are wards in place that stop immediate family members from being able to view many of the volumes. But, did you mention to her that the Potters have one of the largest magical libraries in all of Great Britain? Once she is your sister then the wards would not stop her from using them whenever she wanted. They are in your family vault I understand."

Harry could swear that the eyes of Hermione had grown six sizes at the thought of the library. A bit of drool seemed to pool at the corners of her lips. He gave her a little nudge hip to hip to wake her from her daydream. She turned and looked at Harry with a bright smile, "So about that ritual?"

"Perhaps we can do it over the holidays? You can come visit tomorrow if you like. We will be in London." Harry smiled brightly to his best friend.

"I am sorry Pup but we won't be in London tomorrow. We will be at an undisclosed location far away for small gathering. But, she would be welcome there." Sirius gave a teasing grin at both of the teenagers. He pulled out a galleon and scratched one side before chanting an incantation. The galleon glowed brightly for a brief moment then faded to a normal looking coin.

He quickly reached forward and handed the coin to Hermione "Bring a bathing suit if you decide to come and a pair of dress robes for dinner."

"A bathing suit in December?" Hermione questioned out of confusion but it was too late as Sirius had already started to walk away.

Harry spotted his godfather wandering off and smiled back at his friend, "I should get to them before they go without me. Just think my first Christmas away from the Dursleys and Hogwarts!"

The bushy haired girl smiled brightly quickly leaning forward to wrap up her friend in one of her patented Hermione Granger Hugs, "I will see you tomorrow Harry!"

The boy surprised her by returning the hug before he slipped away to join his godfather. A few moments later they disappeared from the platform in a swirl of magic.

~~~ SOTWW ~~~~

Sirius, Narcissa, Draco and Harry landed onto the shores of the Black Isle. Of course the ride was horrid for Harry who had never experienced a portkey let along an international portkey. Still the boy remarkably was able to hold down his lunch.

When his head cleared Harry looked around at an amazing sight. They were not anywhere near the cold shores of Great Britain but instead in the tropics. His boots were currently in the middle of a white sandy beach. The weather was hot and humid with a strong breeze blowing from the southeast. The beach spread out as far as the eye could see in either direction. The white sands were only for a little over a hundred yards before turning into a rocky beachfront.

There was a pier that went from the rocky shoreline to the south out into the crystal clear waters of the ocean. The waters were so clear that even from the beach he could see fish swimming around. Moored at the pier were large wooden vessels from the 1700s. He remembered from history class that they were Ships of the Line, once the backbone of the British fleet. They were moored on either side of the pier into the deep waters. On the left was the HMS Princess while on the right was a slightly smaller vessel named the HMS Revenge. It was a sight Harry had never expected to see.

"Beautiful aren't they Pup?" The voice of Sirius called out as he felt his godfather's hand rest on his shoulder. A smile touched the man's lips unnoticed by the boy as he stared at the ocean. "Every time I come here I can't help but admire them. They are kept charmed to be in perfect condition. I am told that my grandfather used to take out the Revenge before I was born to raid some ships in the Bermuda triangle. Never had a chance to take it out myself, but if being a wizard doesn't work then being a pirate might be fun."

"They are bloody brilliant! Where did your family get them?" Harry called out in excitement at the sight of the ships.

"Well, Revenge was bought in the late 1700s after the American war of independence. The Princess disappeared in 1773 and found herself here." Sirius explained with a mischievous smile.

"Amazing, will I get to go on them or into the ocean?" Harry seemed a bit hesitant to ask.

His hair ruffled by his godfather as the man laughed, "Of course, they will be yours someday Harry. For now though lets go back to the manor and rest for the rest of the day. Tomorrow will be a busy day. You get to meet your dates."

The pair joined the Malfoy's to walk up the path from the beach towards a large manor home.

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

The Manor was a small vacation place for the Black family. It was only around ten rooms along with a great ballroom, small library, two kitchens, a dueling hall, three dining rooms, ten bathrooms, a trio of gardens and two small ponds. Harry was amazed at the place, especially considering the size of his own bedroom. It was large enough that you could fit half of the Dursley house in this one room! Hell, the bathroom was larger than his former room there.

The Blacks which consisted of Andromeda and Ted Tonks, Draco and Narcissa, Sirius and Harry, and Callidora Longbottom nee Black were at the residence. Harry learned that Callidora was actually Neville's great grandmother. Unfortunately Nymph was stuck for now back in London for some of her Auror work but would be free in the next few days. Part of Harry was excited to see her and the other part was dreading it.

The first day back Harry spent with his godfather, they talked about everything that had gone on over the school year. Harry learned about the JP Foundation and the work going on at Castle Black. The Castle had been decided as a perfect base of operations for the JP Foundation by Sirius. It was right next to Britain in the middle of the channel, yet it was technically outside of the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic due to old treaties at the founding of the Ministry. Even more important it could house numerous families for the workers and muggleborns that might need to hide if war did come. The Island was under a ward similar to the Fidelius charm so it offered a perfect hidden defensive base of operations. Sirius promised to show Harry the island before he headed back to school so he could meet some of the staff that they had hired so far. Most of their time was spent enjoying themselves and Sirius telling Harry stories about his father in his youth.

The first meal at the Black Isle was a small family affair. There was surprising a lot of lively conversation. Harry got to sit next to Callidora and tell her all about the life of her great grandson at school. Surprising Draco and Harry didn't get into a single argument. It might have had something to do with Draco getting showered in praise about not missing a single snitch in school so far for the year. Overall it was fun for Harry. It was a chance to know what having a family dinner might be like.

The next day Hermione arrived a little after ten in the morning. Harry met her at the beach as it was the only place in the entire island that someone could portkey to. To say she was impressed at the ships was an understatement. She dragged Harry back to the Manor to get into their bathing suits. Then they spent the day between the ships and the ocean. Harry could honestly say it was one of the best days of his life. There was just the sun, surf, his best friend and no worries in his life for once.

The night on the other hand made him into a nervous wreck. Not only was Nymph supposed to be there and he knew there would be hell to pay after his prank exposed her backside to the office. But, he would meet this mysterious date for the Yule ball. Still he got dressed in a new set of dress robes that Narcissa gifted him as an early Yule gift and did his best to dress up. Looking himself over in the mirror Harry couldn't help but say he didn't look too bad. Thanks to the length his hair was no longer untamable. His eyes that he knew most women seemed to love now stood out thanks to no more glasses. His body from his workouts had added plenty of muscles, while still in a swimmers build then weight lifters. Not to be egotistical but he felt that he looked pretty good overall.

After the last look Harry left his room and walked to the main gathering hall to wait for his godfather's guests. He spent the time talking to Hermione about the ritual the next day and the plans for it quietly while the others mingled. It was about thirty minutes after Harry had entered the hall when the doors opened and his godfather entered the room.

Sirius walked beside a shorter plump man with dark black hair and a pointed beard. He wore deep blue robes with heeled boots. On the arm of the man walked an elegant woman that was tall and slender. She had a timeless beauty with high cheekbones framing deep dark blue eyes. She seemed to radiate an energy that filled the room as soon as she walked in. Her braided silver hair cascaded down her shoulders. The woman screamed passion, emotions and drew the eye of every man in the room.

It appeared even Sirius had trouble concentrating as walked next to the woman. Yet, it was nothing compared to Draco who currently was drooling with his mouth hanging open. Harry whispered softly to Hermione, "What is wrong with them?"

She turned her eyes onto her best friend surprised but a small smile touched his lips, "She is a Veela Harry. They send out a sort of magical pheromones that cause men to drool over them. Well most men it seems you are different as always."

"Always unique, I guess I should meet the guests of honor." Harry winked at Hermione then turned and walked over to the guests.

"Harry come meet Monsieur Jacques and Mademoiselle Apolline of House Delacour. Monsieur Jacques is the Representative to the ICW for France." Sirius smiled warmly towards his godson as he motioned politely to the gentleman overshadowed by his wife. "My Lord and Lady this is my adopted son Harry James Potter, Lord of House Potter and Heir of House Black."

The young Lord gently bowed over the hand of Mademoiselle Delacour to place a soft kiss on her hand, "My Lady and my Lord. It is an honor to meet you both. My godfather has spoken fondly of the relationship your family has had with the Black family. I hope that I can impress upon you to be found worthy to continue that relationship long into the future."

Apolline raised an eyebrow towards Sirius before looking back towards the young man, "Isn't he a charmer. So much like his godfather and not affected by my aura at all. I am certain that my daughters will enjoy being your date at the ball. That is assuming that you wish to go with them?"

"Of course my lady, I would be honored to escort your daughters to the ball. That is of course, if they will accept my humble company." Harry smiled as he slid his hands back before glancing around the chamber. "Will they be here tonight so I can make their acquaintance?"

"I believe that they are currently on the veranda overlooking the ocean. Perhaps joining them to surprise them might be better than in here." A touch of a teasing smile lingered on the lips of the beautiful woman matching to the mischief that seemed to come to her eyes. "Good luck."

"Thank you my Lady, with your permission my Lords." Harry politely inclined his head towards his godfather and Monsieur Delacour then turned and left the chambers.

He walked down the marbled hallway slowly till he came to a giant set of French doors that had been thrown open. The wind was whipping out of the southeast from the gulfstream blowing the white silk curtains gently causing the young teenager to barely make out two beautiful young women on the balcony overlooking the pathway towards the beach.

He could see right away through the silk that they were sisters. One appeared to be close to his own age, perhaps a year less than himself. She was a flawless beauty with pale skin that seemed stunned by moonlight, hair of threaded silver that matched her sister and mother. She looked much like a miniature of her mother except her eyes were a deep dark black like the night, most likely inherited from her father.

The girl next to her appeared much the same except her body had matured like a fine wine. She had a slender frame, the body of a dancer with light muscle over her frame, and a bust that was far more than adequate. Her silver hair shimmered as it reflected the moonlight much like the waves below them. Unlike her sister her eyes were sapphires that sparkled with amusement as she watched her younger sister check over her dress again. Both of the sisters were wearing cocktail dresses that one might find at a high society dinner. The young girl's dress was a pale blue matching to the sky on a summer day. The older teenager wore a light green dress that hung tightly to her frame and ended just above her knees.

The young man could hear them speaking French together; Harry reminded himself it was another reason to thank Hermione for her tutoring lessons. "Gabrielle, it will be fine. I am certain the boy will with what you are wearing. There is nothing to be nervous about."

The younger girl seemed to keep smoothing the dress over her young body almost to try to calm her nerves, "I don't know Fleur, I am told that he is very picky. You saw the articles about him. They say that he rarely befriends many. I want to make a good impression."

"You don't know the boy yet. Don't listen to what you read. Let's see if he is worth your time. I still can't believe we have to go to this silly English dance. I bet most of the students do not even know how to dance." The older girl, seemingly named Fleur said ending with a very unladylike snort.

"You do get to see what the competition is for the tournament next year." The little girl offered with a smile, "Besides if you don't want to be there then I will just have to dance with Harry all night myself."

Before Fleur could answer her sister, Harry stepped through the curtains interrupting their conversation with a warm smile and bow as he spoke in French, "And I would be honored to get to have you at my side Lady Gabrielle. I could say that I would have the most beautiful lady at the ball at my side. I only hope that I will be found worthy of your attention that night."

The crimson that stained the cheeks of both girls was enough for Harry to forever remember that moment. After all, it was not often you could make a pair of young part Veela's blush. Now the message from Sirius was understood, his godfather had arranged for him to take two part Veela to the dance. Dear god he loved the man! Hopefully though their personalities matched their outer beauty and it would be a fun night. He could faintly feel the tug of their allures but fought them off to offer a warm friendly smile. "Please excuse my rudeness, I did not want to interrupt you both or listen in but I felt was better to show myself then show poor English manners. I am Harry Potter; it is a pleasure to meet you both."

Omake: House elves of the High Seas

It was high noon a few weeks before his godson would soon be joining him on the Island and Sirius was bored. While the island was a beautiful place that could be considered paradise especially compared to the wet, frozen homeland of the man, it was sometimes boring. He had been here for a few weeks and in-between meetings for the JP Foundation board and managers, reading, and getting healthy he found there was actually little for him to do. This was compounded by the fact that Narcissa was busy with the JP Foundation getting the special presents that Harry had requested put together with the development team. Normally she would lay out in the sun between the hours of noon to two each day, this was Sirius favorite time of the day. So what if she was his cousin, he would have to be insane not to enjoy the sight of those lovely bikini clad mounds of flesh and tight backside.

Sirius shook off his thoughts and turned his gaze, sadly away from the beach before he came to rest on the Revenge. The ship was beautiful swaying lightly to the waves of the sea that crashed against it. It was a work of art from a time long past when the Blacks would be considered the masters of the seas. Hell Black Beard, one of the most famous pirates to ever travel the seas, was a squid from the Black family! It was a shame that no Blacks in decades had taken up the role of being a pirate to carry on the legacy. Like a light bulb going off Sirius got a brilliant idea. Quickly he sprinted to his room to find what he needed. After all if you are going to do something, do it right!

It was an hour later Lord Sirius Black stood in the aft of the Revenge. The man was dressed in clothing that would look proper on a Robert Stevenson's Treasure Island. He had on a bright yellow button up shirt, a red dragonhide vest, black leather pants and a pair of boots that go up to his knees. Somewhere he had managed to acquire an eye patch and tricorne with a pirate symbol on the front. To top off the costume a parrot sat on his right shoulder. "Arrg, Kreacher, Dobby come here."

There was a twin sound of loud pops and two house elves appeared before the master of House Black. The ancient looking house elf took one look at his master and appeared strangely gleeful, "Stupid Ugly bad master Black has decided to follow the House Black tradition to rape, pillage and burn muggles master?"

The second elf spoke up seconds later clapping brightly, "Dobby come for the Great Harry Potter's godfather Paddyfoot. Can Dobby have a parrot too?"

Perhaps this should have been the moment that Sirius realized his plans were not the best ideas. But, sometimes he can be a little slow and decided to ignore Kreacher's idea. Instead the man smiled brightly, "We need house elves to become the full crew of the ship. I want each House elf to take on the appearance of a pirate. Then we will go for a sail and act out the role. Dobby you are the first mate and Kreacher you will be the Master Gunner. Now go get some of the other House Black elves here at once!"

The two elves disappeared in a pop away to acquire the other elves. Twenty minutes later and a bottle of rum, his second of the day, Sirius looked up to see that the ship was filled with House elves all dressed in strange bright colors. "First Mate, where ye be?"

A crack was singled with the arrival of Dobby. He was dressed in all black leather from his boots, pants and vest. On his belt was a dagger belted to his waist. The elf had found a small black eye-patch over his right eye. At once the elf saluted, "Dobby here for Captain Black. Dobby Reports all stations ready to go and floppy is ready for his sea shanty! Dobby has Captain's leave to cast off?"

"Aye, you may…" Sirius started to speak with he heard his named called from the docks. He sighed as he recognized that voice. He walked over to find Narcissa standing there hands on her hips looking rather upset.

"Sirius Orion Black, where have you been? Did you forget we had plans today? We need to get everything prepared for the dinner part when Harry and Draco come home. Get down here right away." The beautiful buxom blonde woman looked furious in a way that only a woman of House Black could be.

Sirius knew he was in trouble, he really wanted to play being a pirate. A brilliant idea came to him. With a grin on his lips the man took off the tricorne hat and placed it over the floppy ears of Dobby, "First Mate Dobby, I need to go with the wench down below." He ignored the shout of "I heard that!"

Sirius continued as he smiled a bit drunken at the house elf, "Till I return you are in charge. Sail the seas First mate Dobby that is an order. I will meet you soon as I am free." After those words the man took the walk off of the long plank to drop down to the wooden ramp and the dangerous future ahead of him shopping. Unfortunately for Sirius he would forget that he had given the House elves these orders for three whole days.

After the witch and wizard disappeared with a pop off to go carry out their errands Dobby turned towards the waiting huge eyes of the rest of the crew. He used his house elf magic to take on the appearance of Long John Silver before he yelled out in a deep voice, "Dobby is Captain till master returns. Master demands we shove off. We will raid, plunder and pillage as all pirates should! Arrrgg!"

The rest of the house elves let out a yell of Arrgg back to their new captain. The elf standing next to the captains wheel, floppy started to sing as they left the showers of the Black Isle,"

When I was young lad I sailed with the rest
On a Liverpool packet bound out to the west
We anchored one day in the harbour of Cork
Then put out to sea for the port of New York
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow…..

Somewhere back in Hogwarts a raven haired young man got a shiver up his spine. His Potter sense was tingling that his godfather had just made a big mistake.

Note: I am not sure if I like the twins part now that I re-read it. It seems a bit extreme by Harry. But he has a fierce darkness to him whenever someone hurts one of the few people he cares about. It is one of the major differences between him here and in canon. In canon he seems to shrug it off and just forgive and forget. This harry holds a grudge till he teaches a lesson that is hard to be forgotten. That said I always noticed that the Twins are always considered good guys and nice folks that just play pranks. Pranks on friends is one thing if they are in good taste but hard pranks just to cause pain, torment or other problems with folks shows a cruelty to them. Not to mention the fact that they tried to have their little brother make an unbreakable vow I think it could be possible for the twins to pass the line of troublemakers into dark actions. I welcome comments and suggestions. I really need a beta badly for this story. I thought I had one and sent off this chapter but after two weeks of no response I figured I should post it up for everyone.

Author Note 2: I was considering Dobby the Pirate of the Caribbean for it's own story. I can think of too many plot ideas to not have some fun. The sea shanty is Liverpool Judies

Any thoughts or suggestions I would happily accept