Trust the Force Harry!

by fvdv123

No! This is not a Cross-over! An old guy died and took Tom's place in Harry's scar. Now he has to struggle to let Harry survive. It starts at the end of the fifth year, and we don't know where it will end... I doubt this story will get a Harem, but we will try for it anyway. My mates Garry Stu and Mr. Cringe are here as well.

24. Chapter 24

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., Soon, I have to end our corporation… alright! I'm always hogging your story too much, I think the old man has to find a new job. Don't worry, I still do this for free.

Previous:

In another Universe, the old man woke up in a new body… he wiggled his left toe… Hmm? It worked at once? Then he moved his limbs, that went well too. He noticed he was in a bed, the room was sober but clean, with no indication of where or when he is.

He tried to enter this body's memory, when it all slammed into his head, he knew he was fucked. This is not a reward! This is slavery!

A fucking orphan! And get this, born in 1980 FFS! I am in another Harry Potter story!

24 Forcing The Force.

Crap! am I six? Seven? Hmm, I am in first grade… that doesn't say much, where can I find the date… ah I am almost seven, my birthday is… 31 July. Goody, this means I am Riddle's equal! This is getting better after all. I can just off the guy, and relax.

Hmm, what to do… first I have to help Harry. I saw paper and pencils, so I started a letter to aunt Petunia

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

Did you know our kind carry grudges? If you hope to live past this decade then start treating the boy as a boy, not as a piece of trash.

A cupboard? Are you insane? Are you even human? I will investigate the young boy's condition next week, buy some clothes, give him food instead of table scraps. When I don't see any improvement I will take him away.

Do not expect to survive it if I have to do this.

Hiding is futile, I will and can find you easily.

Best regards,

One of Harry's kind.

I know, it is not very subtle, but I have to stamp the fear of death in them or they will neglect it. I went downstairs with my letter, at the matron's office I found envelopes and stamps. It is a good thing I can handle small wandless spells, a notice me not allowed me to post the letter a few streets down.

That will reduce the abuse of the boy, I will check on him later when I have investigated my limitations.

My name, however, I think mum had a sense of humor or no humor at all. Cygnus Sirius Force. Is this a fucking hint that Sirius is my dad? Did mum suffer the same drama that Riddle's mum went through? I neuter the dog if he knew mum was pregnant and ditched her.

Now, where is this place? Red Hill? Ah just outside of London, goody. Now I have to consider my options, I went back into my room, and tested if I have an animagus form. Crap, a seven-year-old boy translates to a chick that can not fly at all. And bird chicks are ugly!

Apparating? It is risky, wait, I can measure my core, I know just the spell… the good news is, no tracking spells, my core is not bound, and I have a full set of memories from Riddle and the time inside Harry's head.

The bad news: I can not trust anyone, have no money, and nobody will take me seriously, because that is my middle name. See? Even that is a lame joke. I can't do heavy Magic, it will attract the Aurors, and the Malfoys will take care of me, just for the name.

When did Walburga die? Or Arcturus? I think they just died or are about to. Man, being almost seven years old sucks balls. I think I'll go take my chances with the Black family.

Here goes nothing: "Kreacher of House Black! Come here please!"

After a few minutes of waiting, regularly calling that nasty piece of work, Kreacher popped in: "What does brat want with Kreacher? Why does little brat call for Kreacher?"

I snapped: "I am a Black, isn't it? Why else did you come? Now tell me, do I have some relatives still alive?"

Kreacher glared at me: "Little brat is a Black bastard, not worthy to kiss the feet of the great Mistress."

I choffed: "A true Black does not kiss any ones feet Kreacher, remember that. So the Mistress is alive, and the Lord? Is the Lord still alive?"

Kreacher protested: "Why does nasty brat want to know if Lord Black is still alive?"

I grinned at Kreacher: "Because I am kin. That should be reason enough for a loyal elf." Burn!

Kreacher looked as if he swallowed a lemon: "Lord Black be alive. He is sick in bed."

Now I am going on several assumptions from fan fictions, wizards live longer than humans, so Arcturus' death must not be a natural cause. Dumbledore or the Malfoys are the prime suspects.

I took a gamble: "Take me to him right now Kreacher, I have to talk to him. Now do your duty as a loyal elf."

With no other choice than to obey, Kreacher popped me into the old man's bed. The old man was already with one foot in the grave, I did a wandless diagnostic, and I recognized the poison. A slow-acting almost unrecognizable poison developed for inpatient Heirs.

"Kreacher, parchment, and a quill, so I can write the ingredients, down. There is still time to save him. Close the house for everyone but you and I."

Kreacher asked suspiciously: "Are you planning to hurts the Lord?"

I answered: "He does not know me, I am not in his will, what can I gain by hurting him? Now move!"

Kreacher left, while I did some preliminary detoxing to remove some of the poison out of his system. That action woke the old man up.

He asked: "Who are you boy?"

I smiled: "I am the grandson that will save your ass, Grandpa. But I think you have some brain damage already, how could you not know you are being poisoned? Or are you hoping to die and let that Malfoy kid get your money and title?"

He grumbled: "They won't get it, boy, Sirius is still my Heir."

I nodded: "Ah, the one in Askaban? Where the guards can give him any kind of potions in his food? A castration potion for example?"

I know, playing the kid is not my forte after all I'll answer his questions later. Kreacher came back with the ingredients.

I tossed a bezoar to Grandpa: "Suck on this Gramps, Kreacher, where is the potion room? Hurry, I have to be back before dinner or they will organize a search party."

You know, brewing potions is just cooking with disgusting ingredients, you can't imagine what those Wizards are using, and even swallowing it. Eyes of newt are even one of the lesser disgusting things.

After an hour, I presented five vials: "Here Gramps, the first one is for right now, the second is for tonight, the third is for tomorrow at breakfast, four is for lunch, and the last one is for dinner."

I waited until he swallowed the first vial: "Your healer is imperioused or blackmailed, there is no chance he could have missed it. My money is on Malfoy senior, it could be Narcissa too, another bet is Dumbledore. Anyway, lock the house down until all the vials are in your body. Kreacher, give your Lord his wand. Then give me a small ward stone and a carving set."

I carved an Imperio dispelling stone and explained: "This stone will dispel any Imperio curse in this room now that I activated it. Kreacher, take me back home, Gramps, I return the day after tomorrow."

And… Done! Home, just in time for dinner!

Xxxxx

I spent the next day interrogating the Matron about my roots. There was not much to say, my mother came wounded in the nearby hospital, they think it was a hit and run with a car, she died right after I was cut out of the womb. She had a list of names in one of her pockets, they chose the one that was underlined. Bummer, she did not even see me. I was stationed here after a week, and here I am… well, I will make the most of it. Hey! Why did nobody want to adopt me? Am I not cute enough?

Kreacher popped in just after lunch: "Brat needs to come. Lord Black needs the brat."

I answered: "The brat will come if the unfaithful elf calls me Cygnus."

Kreacher was offended: "Nasty Cygnus needs to talk to Master Black."

I nodded: "Ok, the lazy elf can take me to him."

Kreacher took my arm and popped me next to Gramps bed: "This be the brat, Master."

Arcturus studied my face: "You are a Black, even Kreacher acknowledged it, who is your mother boy? And who sired you?"

I shrugged at the question: "I do not know, mother was heavily wounded when she was brought to the hospital, she died when the doctors tried to save me. They found a list of names in her pocket, Cygnus Sirius Force was underlined, so they called me so."

Arcturus shook his head: "That does not explain why a small boy can cast diagnostic spells or brew a detoxifying potion. Nor can a little kid carve a ward stone and activate it. Now, who are you?"

I prepared my bulshi… cover story: "Yesterday morning when I woke up, somehow that night unlocked something. I now have the memories from a man that lived in another world, he had a false Horcrux in his head, he fought the Horcrux with his mind and killed it, it resulted in that man getting all the memories from Tom Riddle, you might know him as Voldemort."

Arcturus cursed: "That maniac made a Horcrux?"

"Yep, he did, and in this world too as a matter of fact, he made five and one fake, that one resides in Harry Potter's head behind his scar."

Arcturus was speechless, six Horcruxes! No wonder that man went mad. Finally, he asked: "Are you possessing the boy?"

I shook my head: "No, we merged, no, I always was present in me, the memories just shook loose, or I am old enough to handle the mental burden. These are my guesses. I feel that the boy is a part of me."

I looked at Arcturus: "This body was not in the other world, Sirius never had a son, he made Harry Potter his Heir. It is possible that this body was created for me to live in this world. In that world, I became Lord Peverell, and with the Hallows united I declared myself Master of Death. I remember falling asleep at Samhain two nights ago."

I better shut up about The Force, the old man is not that gullible.

Arcturus accepted my explanation, I did save his life after all: "What are your plans now boy?"

I answered: "First of all I need a home so I can move freely. Then I have to get dad out of Askaban, that will be easy. I have to hunt the Horcruxes and get rid of Voldemort and Dumbledore. After that? Live happily ever after."

Arcturus asked: "Why do you want Sirius out of Askaban? He betrayed the Potters!"

"Well, for one, he did not betray the Potters, that was Pettigrew, both are animagus, Sirius a dog, Pettigrew a brown rat. That rat still lives by the way, as a pet for a Weasley kid. Dumbledore knows that, but he needs Sirius out of the way so he can manipulate Harry Potter, who is currently being abused by his muggle aunt. With Dumbledore's blessing even."

I cast a diagnostic spell on Gramps, the potions worked just fine, I called Kreacher: "Hey elf! Come here."

Kreacher popped in: "Brat Cygnus called?"

I grinned: "I did, when was the last time you washed that rag you are wearing? Are you tarnishing your House and family by pretending we can't afford proper fabric to make new elf costumes? Did you become… Lazy? Listen up, buy nutrition potions, at least a dozen. Potions to regrow muscles, five or six, and a roll of fabric to make a proper uniform, fitting for House Black. Now GO!"

Arcturus was puzzled: "Is there a story between you and Kreacher?"

I nodded: "Yeah, Sirius escaped in 93, in 1996, Voldemort had a new body, and Harry Potter was lured into a trap by Voldemort, Kreacher was listening to Narcissa and Bellatrix, and told all of Sirius's secrets to them. Sirius died trying to save Harry Potter. I have to say Sirius treated him badly, and there is another story about him."

Kreacher popped back in with the goods. I told him: "Today a nutrition potion, tomorrow the other one until they are all finished."

I asked Gramps: "What happened to Walburga? Is she dead already?"

Kreacher butted in: "Mistress is sick in bed, but Kreacher can not bring nasty brat to see her."

I said to Arcturus: "Do you want to bet if she is also poisoned or not?"

Gramps sighed: "Can you save her? Ok, Kreacher, I command you to take the boy to Walburga."

Xxxxx

For a woman that was on her last legs, she could scream like a Banshee: "Filth in the House of Black! Begone you beggar! Kreacher remove this pest!"

Kreacher twisted his ears and spoke: "Master Black commanded Kreacher to take nasty brat to heal the Mistress."

I rolled my eyes and cast a diagnostic spell. Those Malfoy sure lack inspiration, they did the same as with gramps.

I called: "Kreacher, the same ingredients as yesterday, buy the potions from today too."

I glared at Walburga: "And you Grandmother, you shut your trap if it can't do anything else than screeching insults. Be glad that you are my grandmother or I would kill you myself. Your precious pure-blood relatives are poisoning you."

Walburga paled: "They are poisoning me? Who would do that? Impossible! My healer would discover it!"

I shrugged: "Unless he is the one dosing you."

Xxxxx

I saved the bitch, she did not even thank me or ask who my father is, I might kill her myself someday. Both recovered slowly, Arcturus mentioned that his healer was getting blackmailed, they threatened his family by infecting them with a Werewolf.

I made some anti-werewolf grenades and landmines to give to the healer. A week later hell broke loose, they found out Arcturus and Walburga recuperated, and send a pack of werewolves to the healer's family.

When the werewolves rushed to the healer's house, the landmines detonated, spreading silver needles all around, and releasing silver tincture in the air, a few seconds later the pack was dying on the lawn, to be sure, the healer threw a few grenades to the pack, sealing their fate.

The healer was furious and told the Aurors the complete story, backed by Lord Black, who added his side of the story, it got Lucius in deep trouble.

Me? I was enjoying my vacation. Gramps is almost back on his feet, sadly, Walburga too, in a few days they are coming to get me, the lawyers are already doing the paperwork.

My animagus forms suck big time, I can change, but it is a chick with almost no feathers and can't fly for shit. The only plus side is that the Phoenix chick can cry, I added a few tears to my grandparent's antidote to speed things up.

Xxxxx

The day has come! Gramps actually listened for once and dressed properly, we had an argument about it: "Why can't I wear proper robes? We always wear robes!"

"No, not always! When we were living in caves we wore animal hides, and before that, we ran around naked! These robes are from three centuries ago. Only Friar Tuck wears them when they are filming Robin Bloody Hood."

It took an hour to explain filming Robin Hood, and what Friar Tuck got to do with it. Anyway, Gramps came through, with a lawyer accompanying him, and behold my name is Cygnus Sirius fucking Black! Heir Primary to House Black.

Get this: mum was Marlene Mac Kinnon, I am a fucking Pureblood! The future Lord of two Houses! I feel superior already! BOW to ME! The downside: I have two fossils on my case trying to tell me what proper behavior is. Meh, I'll show them who is boss later.

An anonymous letter to Moody exposed Crouch junior, another anonymous letter to Amelia got Peter Pettigrew in a holding cell, which was the sign for gramps to demand a trial for Sirius. It shook the Wizarding world on its foundations, Gramps made it perfectly clear to Fudge that Malfoy is going down for line theft, and he is welcome to join him in Askaban if he tries to get him off.

Now that we are sending anonymous letters, there was one going to the Aurors of the ICW with the location of Grindelwald and who is paying for the lodging. An anonymous letter pointed the bug to Dumbledore's dirty laundry, and she was happy to hang it out to dry.

Xxxxx

That brought me to Harry Potter. I took Gramps and his lawyer to Little Winging, with us, came a curse breaker from Gringotts, and an unspeakable, we also invited Madam Bones to come along.

We took a walk to the home of Aunt Petunia, I pointed to the house and said: "I passed here and this house feels strange to me, angry, and a skinny boy was getting a beating." Yes, I can play the innocent bystander if I want. They better not ask why I walked here.

Gramps helped me: "Cygnus told me about it, I investigated it and this is where Dumbledore put the Potter boy. Inspect the wards if you will. They will show blood wards, draining the boy. He is my sister's grandson, and I will not allow this to continue."

The wards were revealed, I even pointed the cat lady out, yep, I still have Harry's memories from his youth. Payback is a bitch. Madam Bones rang the doorbell, a skinny boy opened the door.

Madam Bones asked: "Good day young man, are your relatives here? We need to speak to them."

Harry let them in: "They are watching the telly in the living room."

I took Harry's hand and said: "Show me your room, please. The one you were sleeping in last week."

Harry hesitated, I whispered: "It is ok, we are here to get you away from them, just show us the room."

Harry went to the stairs and pointed to the cupboard: "I slept here, last week aunt Petunia got a letter and I got a new room and new clothes."

The lawyer took pictures, opened the cupboard, and inspected the space in it. Those fools did not even destroy the evidence! Are they idiots? That letter was a clear sign someone knew what was happening. Well, they dug their own grave.

Gramps got custody of Harry, or rather Andromeda and her husband got Harry. Andromeda was accepted back into the family under loud protest from Walburga, I let Kreacher tell the tale of Master Regy and how her precious Lord was the cause of her son's death. Gramps was listening too.

He said: "Walburga, your actions almost destroyed House Black, and for what? The pureblood cause? Did you know Voldemort was a son of a muggle and the squib Merope Gaunt? Remember how pure the Gaunts were? They were insane! I am thinking you are insane too. Do you know that Andromeda's daughter is a full metamorphmagus? The first in three centuries! If you don't want to be in the same family as them just say the words."

I think I shook Gramp's beliefs too much, he is questioning everything now. Walburga did shut her trap after that. Gramps took the locket home, I showed him how to isolate it from influencing the outside world. I knew just the ritual to cleanse them all at once.

Xxxxx

Yes! Daddy is free!… shit, Daddy is free. He has some explaining to do before I accept the dog. Meanwhile, Dumbledore is in deep shit, they discovered his lover, who was happy to tell them who locked him up in his tower. From a celebrated leader of the Light, Dumbles became a fugitive, especially when news came out about what he did with Harry Potter, and who saved the boy. The bindings on Harry's magic and the drain of the blood wards were described in detail, it was reason enough to unlock the Potters Will. The reading of the will was the last nail in Dumbledore's coffin, with an international arrest warrant out, he was on the run.

How do you feel when you solve all the problems of the wizarding world? You feel just like me. Yep, I am forcing the Force! I am that good!

Xxxxx

Sirius showed himself when he visited Gramps, I looked at him and asked: "Explain Mum and why you dumped us."

Sirius sighed and sat down with his head in his hands: "I can't, Marlene broke up with me when I did not want to leave Britain with her. I did not know she was pregnant. She left the country shortly after that. Why did she come back?"

Gramps answered: "To let Cygnus be able to inherit the Lordship. One of the conditions is to be born in Britain. It is the same for the Mac Kinnons."

I asked: "You put the Potters before mum? Who is coming first now? Harry or me?"

Sirius's head snapped up: "You are equally important! You are both my responsibility."

I choffed: "Really? Let me ask you something, all these years in that prison, you never told anyone that you were innocent? That you were prepared to say an oath about it or take truth potion or something?"

Sirius shook his head: "I was responsible for James and Lilly's death, I convinced them to switch to Peter."

Gramps said: "And your silence put Harry in hell for six years with his Aunt Petunia. Cygnus remains here, and Harry stays with Andromeda until a mind healer has fixed your mind. Kreacher! Kreacher, take Sirius home and tell the tale of Regulus to him. Clean his room and feed him properly, and tell Walburga: Not One Word."

I sighed: "Gramps, I doubt that I can forgive that idiot. Let's go to Gringotts and loot Bella's vault, maybe that will make me feel better. What is Gringotts policy about storing Horcruxes?"

Gramps: "I don't know, let's ask."

Xxxxx

What do you know, asking politely works! There is no need to rob Gringotts or escape with a dragon at all! We left with the cup, and I have a Trust vault now, formally the Lestrange's vault.

Gramps said: "Always read the fine print son, it can bite you in the ass if you don't. Marriage contracts are a way to gain power and to keep that power."

I grinned: "That is only true when you are the one writing it."

Gramps just nodded with a grin of his own. We got Bella a nice surprise, the Lestranges broke the contract, and the penalties are a bitch! Hence my Trust vault and Bella divorced, kicked out the family, and are still in Azkaban.

The Gaunt shack posed no trouble at all, that idiot thought he was the only Parselmouth, that and I have the memory of setting the defenses up, twenty minutes later I claimed the ring and House Peverell.

Yes! This boy is going to collect some pussy… in say seven or eight years. Crap.

We found Nagini in stasis in the Riddle house basement, she wasn't a Horcrux yet, but I said to Gramps that the Goblins like to give their young a challenge.

Narcissa got the choice, hand over the diary or be Narcissa No Name.

Xxxxx

I looked thoughtfully at Arcturus: "Gramps, I need the Gaunt ring, and Harry needs to get rid of that soul piece, I know of a ritual that can do that."

Arcturus asked: "Why don't you wait until you have all the other Horcruxes?"

I shrugged: "With the ring, I can claim to be the Master of death again. Dumbledore has the two others, if he knows we got the ring, he will become dangerous. For the moment he views this as a vacation. There is a full moon in a few days, I know there is a good ritual room at Grimmauld Place. The plan is to transfer Harry's Horcrux into the ring. They are from different ages, so they will fight each other, when one is killed the other one will be weak and easy to deal with."

The ritual went without a hitch, a Somnus on Harry prevented some trauma, along with a numbing spell on his scar. The ritual transferred the soul piece to the ring, on my sign Gramps took Harry away and gave him to a speechless Sirius and Andromeda. We needed to come clean with them, I hate to play a little kid if I don't have to.

There rested us just to wait for the fight to end, Harry's soul piece is the most experienced, but the ring has the home base advantage and is a real Horcrux. An hour later the ring won. A Soul banishing ritual later the ring was clean.

I donned the ring and proclaimed: "I, Cygnus Sirius Black, Lord Peverell, claim my rightful title to be the Master of Death. so. Mote. It. be."

Tadaa! Before you stand the Master of Death! Fear Me! Feel My Power! No… I have to take a dump, fast.

Xxxxx

That brings us to the Tiara, Dumbledore got sacked, but his lapdog is still there.

"Gramps? Does House Black have a seat on the board of governors at Hogwarts? You are the official guardian of Harry, so the Potter seat is yours too. I think it is time we pay a visit to Hogwarts, you know, to show your grandson the school."

Arcturus smiled: "That is a great idea Cygnus, give me a few days to prepare."

We visited Hogwarts, we even took Harry and Nimmie along with Andi and Tonks. Hagrid opened the gates, he recognized Harry immediately: "Harry! I am sorry lad, I did not know your aunt was so evil, or I would never have left you there. Lord Black, the Headmistress is expecting you."

We strolled to the castle and got to the Headmistresses office. When we entered, I was on alert, Snape was there! So Dumbledore is here somewhere too!