Disclaimer: I own nothing about the world of harry potter except for my enjoyment of it. J.K. Rowling owns all rights to Harry Potter, i am just playing in her world.

§Parseltongue§

AN: i have made changes to the summary in the beginning of chapter 1, i decided to make Gabby 10 years old instead of 8 i would like her to be starting her schooling after harry's 4th year.

Harry woke up fairly early the next morning in a very comfortable four poster bed in the master bedroom. He and Sirius were so worn out after yesterday that they decided to just have Dobby take them straight to their rooms and they would explore the rest of the house at some point today instead. Heading over and entering his walk in closet, he noticed Dobby had already sorted and put away all of his clothes purchases from yesterday. He pulled out his exercising outfit, the only thing he had actually saved from his Dursley wardrobe, and headed for the door.

Stopping across the hall where he knew Sirius was sleeping, he started pounding on the door. "Sirius! Wake up you lazy mutt. I'm going out for my daily run and you should join me." Not waiting for a reply he headed down the main staircase towards the entrance hall. The entrance hall was huge, made of pure white marble, with red and gold veins running throughout it. While not quite as big as the Hogwarts entrance hall, it is probably half its size. Marble pedestals line the walls with busts of previous Potters adorning them. A talking portrait placed behind most, while just a moving one behind the few others.

Stepping out through the main french style, gold plated front doors, he immediately set off towards what appeared to be a huge pond, or a small lake towards the east side of the property about a half mile off. On the way he could see the tops of the flagpoles for the Quidditch pitch, he kind of figured his dad would have had one of these things built. It appeared to be pretty large at least the same size as the pitch at Hogwarts, and perhaps a touch larger. To the north side next to the tree line for the forest, there sat three greenhouses that would probably make Neville wet himself if he saw them, granted he didn't know what kind of shape they would be in. They discovered the only house elf that was still alive on this property was even older than Sirius' house elf according to him.

The lake itself, which was certainly large enough once you got close to it to be called a lake, was probably a half mile across and probably four or five miles around. It would be perfect for his daily run and the scenery would be superb. Halfway around the lake he finally spotted Sirius coming down the lawn. "Dobby!"

"Yes Harry Potter sir, what can Dobby helps you with?"

"Dobby can you pop the mangy mutt over here to me, and then go through my new potions book and start brewing my health and nutrient potions please? It should only take around an hour for two weeks worth of the potions."

"Of course Harry Potter sir, Dobby will brings his Padfoot's and then get straight to work." two pops later and Sirius was standing there in front of him. Another pop after that and Dobby was gone to work on his potions.

"Good morning pup, whats with all the exercising so early in the morning huh?" he managed to yawn out.

"First time we met Padfoot, my first thought was 'Damn he looks like shit!' Do you know what my second thought was?" barking out a laugh he shook his head negative in reply. "My second thought was 'Fuck me! I don't look any better!' So I've decided that you and I will be taking health and nutrient potions and doing daily exercise until I go back to school. I will have four wives to impress and I'm sure you would like more company then fleas." Sirius tackled him playfully laughing heartily at his flea comment.

Half an hour later both men were headed back up the staircase to take a shower, before doing some exploring of the manor. Harry entered his master bedroom, and gathered up his clothes for the day, deciding to wear the Gucci jeans with the forest green silk button up shirt. Walking into the master bathroom still brought a huge grin to his face even though he had already seen it last night. There was a large marble his and hers sink straight ahead with the toilet off to the right. On the left side was tub that would put the ones at Hogwarts to shame. It was about 10ft by 12ft and it started out at 2ft deep and tapered down to 5ft deep on the far side. On two sides, opposite of each other, were about fifty different taps, all doing something different. Some put out perfumes, others foams, and even more soaps.

Hitting a few random taps, Harry stripped down and climbed into the tub. He seated himself on the shallow end and began planning out what he needed to do today. His first plan would be to write Lord Greengrass. He knew from his new memories, compliments of Voldemort, that during the last war Lord Greengrass while not a Death Eater, was still somewhat supportive to their cause. Harry would have to have a one on one with the man, and let him know just where he himself stood on these things. While he doubted he would ever enjoy running around torturing random muggles, he was all for keeping their noses out of the wizarding world. Of course these are plans best left until he can actually do something about them.

After exploring the manor he would start working on his Occlumency, he still had almost 60 years of memories to sort and protect. It would not due for too many people to know just how much he knew. After that he would start reading his new books on basilisk's and The Deathly Hallows journal. He knew it was only a manner of time before Voldemort managed his return and not only did he need to be trained and ready, he also had to have plenty of protection for his future wives. Climbing out of the bath, he toweled off and began to dress.

Deciding to go ahead and get his letter to Lord Greengrass taken care of, he sat down at his desk and began writing.

Lord Greengrass

I have recently gained my Lordships and am requesting a meeting with you regarding two marriage contracts, one via the House of Black and the other with the House of Slytherin. I have just yesterday found out and became lord of said houses. I should forewarn you while attached to no other marriage contracts, I will be required to also take wives for the House of Peverell and the House of Potter. I am not sure how much your daughters know about me as we have not ran in the same circles around Hogwarts. I would however like to help set your mind at ease and inform you that the Gryffindor Golden Boy that the old fool Dumbledore has been so carefully trying to create was destroyed as of yesterday. It is my hope that I can start afresh with you and your daughters and allow them a chance to get to know the new me before making any judgments upon my character. There are many things that are not safe to compose in an unsecured letter, but that I wish to talk to you and your family about. Thank you for your time and please inform me of the best time to get together for discussion.

Lord Harry James Potter

Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble House's of Potter, Black, Peverell, and Slytherin

Deciding that was the most he could afford to put down in an unsecured letter, he sealed it up and called Hedwig over to deliver it, just as Sirius was knocking on his door to start exploring the manor.

The manor itself was pretty impressive. It was roughly the same size as Hogwarts with only three floors instead of seven. The first floor housed the entry hall, a formal and casual sitting room, a formal and casual dining hall, a large formal ball room, and a massive kitchen. Towards the back of the house was an indoor pool area with the biggest hot tube he had ever seen. The second floor housed 10 guest rooms and the largest library he had seen outside of Hogwarts. The third floor was designed for the family rooms. It housed the master suite and 8 more bedrooms. All the bedrooms had their own closets and bathrooms.

Dobby popped in to tell them that lunch was ready, so Harry grabbed his journal The Deathly Hallows and the two of them made their way down to the casual dining room. Opening up his journal he began to read the short table of contents.

The Deathly Hallows

By: Ignotus Peverell

Section 1: The Legend

Section 2: Truths Behind the Legend

Flipping to the next page he began to read section 1.

"There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across.. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.

The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.

That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The theif took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat.

And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.

And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life."(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter Twenty-One)

Finishing with the Legend the Deathly Hallows, Harry turned to the second section and began to read section 2.

The previous story was spread and encouraged by the three of us to hide both the fact how much power and ability we possessed, and the truth behind how and why we acquired these items. Our quest to be the masters of death, began with the death of Cadmus' wife Cassie. The three of us were very close and Antioch and myself set out to help Cadmus resurrect his wife. After many years we discovered a rune to control the gateways to the afterlife (the symbol for the deathly hallows). It took us another full year to find the perfect gem to house the new rune, a knut sized perfect black onyx gemstone. After that came the hard part, after engraving the death gate rune onto the now dubbed Resurrection Stone, we had to find a way to power it. This is were we hit our first major roadblock. We underestimated the amount of power it would take to charge and enchant the stone and none of the wands of the day were strong enough to power it. This is where the second of the legendary Hallows came into fruition, the legendary Elder Wand.

We set out to make the most powerful wand ever in existence with the hopes that we could use to it power the Resurrection Stone enough to raise the dead. Splitting up the task we each set out to acquire a piece that would go into the Elder Wand. Antioch went in search for a piece of the extremely rare Elder Tree to house the cores. Cadmus, as the one to witness his wife's death, set out to find and obtain the heart string of a Thestral, which would represent death. I myself set out to obtain a Phoenix feather, to represent rebirth. It took us the better part of six months to track down all three components and begin work on the Elder Wand. Another long month later and the strongest wand to ever exist was born.

Here is where we met the next major roadblock. With the immense power of the Elder Wand, we were able to enchant the Resurrection Stone with what we thought would be enough power to open the veil to the afterlife (which is now housed in the death chamber in the department of mysteries). At our familial ritual site in the woods behind our manor Cadmus activated the stone concentrating on his lost love. We were able to open the rift between this world and the next but we found that the Resurrection Stone still was not powerful enough to fully bring back the dead. All we were able to achieve was a mere shadow or echo of his once lovely wife Cassie. We were all disheartened but were not about to give up our quest. However, fate was still not done toying with us quite yet.

Unbeknownst to us, Cassie wasn't the only visitor our stone was able to grant us. Death himself saw what we were trying to do and was not happy. Setting out to put end to our lives, Death devised a plan for our demise. Two days later, on our way to the local village for supplies, we came to the local river from our made up tale. Death had destroyed the bridge crossing it in hopes to have us drown. Antioch, with the power of the Elder Wand was able to craft us a new bridge to cross the river thus making Death fall to his back up plan.

Upon crossing the river we were met by Death himself. Pretending to be impressed by us he offered us a reward for crossing the river he claims had ended so many lives in the past. Recognizing the potential for a trap, we decided to try and lay trap to Death ourselves and requested an item that would allow us to leave forth from our meeting with Death without him being able to follow us. Realizing he had been beaten for now, Death reluctantly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility, and thus the third Hallow was born.

Knowing that we needed to be more careful we decided to split the items between the three of us, so as to not lose our life's work if the one holding the items were to meet their end. Antioch took the Elder Wand, Cadmus took the Resurrection Stone, and I held onto the Cloak of Invisibility. Here is where fate decided to ruin our dream of perfecting the Resurrection Stone and becoming masters of death.

Antioch, while drinking at the local pub, got into a quarrel with a man whom he had rivaled with several times in the past. In his drunken state he bragged, upon defeat of his enemy, how he had helped to create the most powerful wand in existence. Later that night while sleeping, Antioch was slain in his sleep and the Elder Wand was stolen. Losing all hope without the power of the wand, Cadmus tried once more to bring back his dead wife only to have a repeat performance. Growing disheartened he decided to end his life, so as to join his Cassie in the afterlife. He left all of his possessions to his only daughter, and the last I ever saw of the stone was as a ring on her husbands finger, a man by the name of Marcus Gaunt.

As the last of my brothers alive, I had no choice but to abandon our great quest. I am writing this account of our life's work, while laying on my death bed. My son shall acquire our Cloak of Invisibility upon my passing. I shall include a drawing of the three hallows on the last pages of this journal in the hopes that one day, one of our ancestors may at last complete the journey that we have failed at. I wish you luck and may you always be watchful for death for I fear he shall always be on the lookout for The Deathly Hallows.

The next three pages were drawings of the hallows themselves. What surprised him though was the fact he had seen two of them before, one in his own life and another in Voldemort's. The cloak and the stone (having never actually seen Dumbledore's wand at this point in time). Unless he was mistaken he actually owned the Cloak of Invisibility. As for stone, the ring it was set on is currently still laying protected in the old Gaunt Shack as one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. He would need to retrieve that at the first possible opportunity.

Having now finished lunch, Harry and Sirius decided to retire to the sitting room. After grabbing A Parseltongue's Guide to a Basilisk, before heading down to fix himself a small glass of firewhiskey, having never tried it before (he was now an adult and Sirius is still irresponsible). After taking a sip and feeling like his throat and stomach would explode he opened up his book and began to read.

"Of the many fearsome beasts and monsters that roam our land, there is none more curious or more deadly than the Basilisk, known also as the King of Serpents. This snake, which may reach gigantic size, and live many hundreds of years, is born from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad during the full moon. Its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it."

"The Basilisk a creature bred by dark wizards. Herpo the Foul was the first to breed a Basilisk. Basilisk breeding was banned in Medieval times. However it was never made illegal to actually own one. The Basilisk can grow up to sixty feet in length, and is a dark green colour with large yellow eyes. These eyes have the power to instantly kill anyone who looks into them. If the victim looks indirectly at the Basilisk's eyes, such as its reflection, they will merely become Petrified. However, for those who can read this book, it means you have the power to control the great basilisk. The basilisk is a magical creature, meaning that it's eyes are magical as well. The basilisk has the ability to control it's death glare, only killing those ordered to by its master."

"The Basilisk's sharp fangs are full of deadly venom, powerful enough to kill a human in a matter of minutes; Phoenix tears are the only known cure. It can also damage inanimate objects so thoroughly that they are impossible to restore, and thus it is one of the few substances powerful enough to destroy a Horcrux. The venom is potent even long after death. Basilisk skin is armored like that of a dragon's, which deflects spells cast upon it. The Basilisk sheds its skin at intervals, like all other snakes, when it grows."

"Basilisks can live a natural life of at least nine hundred years, this is accomplished by using Parseltongue to put the creature into a deep sleep that prevents it from aging, similar to suspended animation. Their mortal weakness is the crowing of a rooster. Basilisks feed off vertebrate animals. The male can be distinguished from the female by a single scarlet plume on its head. ( wiki/Basilisk)."

"Now to the creation of a basilisk. Depending on the way it is made and hatched can determine whether or not you end up with a female basilisk, a male basilisk, or a king basilisk. The difference between these three great beasts are few but important. Firstly as to gender, female speakers are better matched to a female basilisk. Same is said for male speakers and basilisks. Be warned that when creating multiple basilisk's, you will need a king basilisk, such as the one I left in my chamber, and the rest must be females as having more then one male will lead to disastrous results."

"The second difference are the beasts sizes. While females reach a maximum length of 40ft, males can reach a length of 50ft, and a king basilisk can reach a length of up to 60ft. Now as how to create these great serpents of the dark. For a female basilisk, you merely have to hatch the chicken egg underneath the toad on a full moon. To make a male, you must do the same process with the additional step of bathing the egg in basilisk blood. Lastly, to make the King Basilisk you must do the same as you would a male, with the added step of mixing basilisk venom into the basilisk blood before bathing the egg."

"This is the length of my knowledge, with which I leave as part of my legacy to my future heir's. May you forever bring death and darkness down upon your enemies, and may the House of Slytherin forever reign supreme."

Harry set the short book down on the coffee table and took another sip of his fire whiskey. Today had been a fairly productive day. First learning more about his ancestry and The Deathly Hallows, then learning how to make his future basilisk army. Just as he was finishing his glass, Hedwig flew back through the window carrying a letter. He untied Lord Greengrass's return letter and read.

Lord Potter

Against my better judgment, my daughters have convinced me to meet with you and await my judgment of you upon my own interactions with you. We would like it if you could join us for dinner tomorrow night at 6pm. The flew address is Greengrass Manor.

Lord Greengrass

Lord of the Noble house of Greengrass

"Well that went better then I thought it would," he said sitting the letter on the side table. "I wonder what and why his daughters were the ones to convince him." As far as he had known he had never had more then a passing conversation with either one. Granted he had many classes with Daphne over his three years at Hogwarts and she was definitely one of the best looking girls there, if not the best. Her younger sister Astoria is two years younger but he could already tell that she too would be drop dead gorgeous in another year or two.

"So pup, have you had a chance to think over everything that has happened in the last day and a half?" Sirius spoke up still nursing a glass of fire whiskey.

Taking a moment to think about his question he answered. "Well for starters I don't hold that piece of art on your forearm against you. At this point and time I still don't think I could ever see myself joining his cause, even though I do agree with a lot of the things he was originally fighting for. I just think that after all of his Horcruxes he is a little too far gone upstairs. I can tell from his memories that he started to slip further and further off the right path and into insanity after each one. How about you, you going to join him again when he comes back?"

Sirius was quiet gathering his thoughts for a moment. "No, I have to agree with you, and after everything that happened with your parents I feel like it would just add insult to their memories to follow him again. That doesn't mean I will give up trying to keep the wizarding world from being destroyed by the muggles."

"While I am not evil enough to go around torturing, raping, and murdering them the way Riddle does, I don't care enough for them to go out of my way to save them either. While I'm sure that there are decent muggles out there, never from my experience, or Tom's for that matter, have I ever encountered any. When my pitiful excuse for a family weren't trying to beat the freakishness out of me, they were busy spending their time convincing anyone who would listen about what a delinquent I was. Those filthy beasts at Tom's orphanage spent their time tormenting him until the day he could start to fight back.

Where I differ from him though is I don't see blood purity as a problem, magic is magic regardless of how you got it. That and the fact there are only about 5% of the wizarding population who are older then 5th generation purebloods, and without half-bloods and muggleborns they will breed themselves into squibs within the next 5 generations or so. No, where I differ from him is that I will protect all magic beings in time. The main thing we have to do is rid our knowledge from all muggles, it is the only way to keep them from truly finding out about us."

"Just how would you go about doing that, what would you tell the parents of the muggleborns?" Harry poured himself another half-glass of firewhiskey while he thought about his question.

"To be honest, I think something along the lines of taking them from their parents at a very early age and raising them either with a magical family or a magical orphanage. It's not like muggle children don't go disappearing all of the time, and it would appease the pureblood's by being able to get them used to our culture by the time they are shipped off to Hogwarts."

"That's a tall order to fill, you are going to have a lot of light side and muggleborns who are not going to lay down and allow you to do it without a fight." he said seriously.

"True, but then again nothing worth having is ever easy to achieve. I will just have to ally myself with the right people. People who have influence in the Wizengamot and politics in general. Unfortunately it is a long term project and both Voldemort and Dumbledore will both have to be out of the picture to achieve it."

"You just going to kill off Dumbledore then huh?" he laughed.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle along with him. "I'd rather not have to, my public image might suffer from it you know?" his grin grew wider. "Then again Voldemort might just take him out before he falls himself."

Harry downed the rest of his glass and stood up. "Well Padfoot, I'm headed upstairs. I really need to start working on my Occlumency, way too many damn memories still swimming around freely up there."

"Alright pup, I'll let Dobby know that we are having a late dinner to give you a couple hours to work, then I'll have him come up and get you when its ready." Harry nodded his consent and headed for his room.

He wasn't going to worry so much about defenses right now, he had to start getting all of his new knowledge and memories sorted before his meeting tomorrow with Lord Greengrass. It wouldn't do to show up and not be able to find the information he would need when they get to discussing certain matters.

Harry closed his bedroom door behind him and headed for his bed. He took his shoes off and climbed onto his bed in the lotus position. He knew from Voldemort's own Occlumency lessons, he needed to meditate and find his inner mind. Once he could accomplish this he had to come up with a mindscape that was both familiar and comfortable to him to sort and store his memories. Sitting there trying to clear his mind he started to sink down into his subconsciousness. What he saw once he got there was almost enough to make his head spin. Sixty years worth of knowledge and memories was definitely a lot of information when it was just free floating through your mind, he had to stop and wonder just how the hell Hermione managed to remember anything at all if she had just a tenth of this knowledge flowing through her brain.

Deciding to use Potter Manor as his mindscape as a place to store his memories, he immediately went to the library and started sorting through his own memories first. He figured with a good 5-6 hours of work tonight he could be finished sorting his memories and start working on all of Voldemort's tomorrow before heading to meet his future wives. He started setting up sections in the library. He had the layout for his pre-Dursley years, his Dursley years (which he dubbed the horror section), his Hogwarts years with subcategories within the Hogwarts years.

Within his Hogwarts section he had subsections for each different classes, and all of his nightly and end of year adventures. After that he created a section for all of his friends, another for all of his teachers, and then another one for death eaters and other enemies. He created his own restricted section that he would house all of Voldemort's memories. Within it he had created even more subsections. There were the ones he had for all of his school subjects and one for his teachers. There was a miscellaneous section for his random memories from his personal life. There was a large section that would be for all of his dark arts training. There was a section for his death eaters and 'friends', if he ever had any, and another for his enemies.

With his library set up, he decided to head to his dungeons and set up a section in his most dark and dank cell where he would store all of his memories of every rape, death, and torture Voldemort had ever seen or taken part of. It would be locked under heavy protections as he did not want someone breaking those memories free to make him have to revisit them. Once was definitely enough.

In the back of his closet in the master bedroom, he installed a high security muggle safe, which he would reinforce with every ward and protection he could later think of later. This was where he was going to store his crucial information such as all of his and Tom's information on Horcruxes along with all of his knowledge on The Deathly Hallows. Blank picture frames around the house and other random items would hold some of his friendly, non information critical, memories of his friends and later his wives and children would go there as well.

Now finished with a rough outline of where everything was going to go, he headed back to the library to begin sorting his memories. This part would be fairly easy as he had very few memories before his imprisonment with the Dursleys, and there wasn't much of a reason to linger on the memories from living in that hell hole. He should be able to sort through his first 11 years in relatively no time at all. From there it was just three years of memories that shouldn't take more then 4-5 hours to sort.

About 7pm Dobby came up to let him know that dinner was ready in the casual dining room. He was already halfway through sorting the memories from his second year. It was tedious work going through every moment of his life and sorting it and also tiring. Dinner for the night was a nice Sheppard's Pie, with treacle tart for dessert. Halfway through dinner Harry decided to broach a subject he wanted to get Sirius' help with this summer before heading back to Hogwarts.

"Hey Padfoot?"

"Yeah pup, what you need?"

"You remember the goblins talking about the Horcrux Voldemort had stashed away in my scar?" Sirius nodded his head, trying to figure out where he was going with this. "Well there are still four more out there and Voldemort will probably make one more once he returns, he was pretty set on splitting his soul into seven pieces. I was thinking about tracking them all down and hiding them away for later."

"Hiding them? Why not just destroy them?" he asked.

"Well, I was thinking. What good would me having near immortality be, if my wives were still going to die on me. So I was thinking about one day, since there are four Horcruxes left out there that maybe I would try and talk my future wives into using them for a soul adoption. We would all be each others Horcrux. And also I was thinking if we can find the Horcrux he is bound to make when he returns, you might be interested in sticking it out with me for a few hundred years." he asked with begging eyes.

"I can help you gather them up no problem pup, but as for immortality I am not sure if it is for me or not. If I end up single for the rest of my life, it would definitely make my decision a lot easier, but maybe one day if I get married, like you, I'm not sure if I'd want to stick around after she goes." Harry nodded his head letting him know he understood.

"Well there are two, that while well guarded, are accessible to us this summer. One he has hidden in a cave where he would visit on trips with his orphanage. It is guarded with about 300 Inferi and a Cruciatus Potion that has some nasty side effects to it. Someone or something will have to drink the potion as Slytherin's Locket sits in the bottom of the basin. The other one is a little bit closer to home, the Peverell home anyway. In the old Gaunt home in Little Hangleton, he has a ring with the Resurrection Stone set into it, hidden beneath the floorboards.

The ring is my highest priority right now, as I have plans for the Resurrection Stone down the line. The other two Horcruxes will take more time to get, one more then the other. Ravenclaw's Diadem he has hidden in Room of Requirement at Hogwarts."

"Room of Requirement?" Sirius asked with a confused face.

"Yeah you wouldn't know about that room I guess, seeing as it isn't on the Marauder's Map. Its on the seventh floor, left corridor, across the hall from the tapestry of of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach those trolls how to ballet."

"What exactly is in this room and how do you get into it?" he asked.

"Well to get into it you have to walk back and forth in front of it three times thinking about what you need the room to be. The room itself is almost limitless and can become nearly anything you need it to be. The room I need however is the room of hidden things. Voldemort hid the diadem there back when he interviewed with Dumbledore for the DADA position. Oh, and it turns out that that position is indeed cursed." they both had to laugh at him confirming what had long sense been a rumor about the DADA teaching position.

"So what is the last Horcrux, and what kind of nasties will we have to go through to get it?"

"Well that one is where you get to do some homework while I am away at school. The Horcrux is Hufflepuff's Golden Chalice and it happens to be stored in your dear sweet cousin Bella's vault at Gringotts. I will need you to start looking for loop holes in the laws and goblin treaties regarding the storage of dark artifacts and soul containers. It might also due for us to ask Flingorth what he knows and pay him a hefty fee to keep quiet about it."

"Well let me know when you want to head out and do these things and you know I will be there pup."

"Thanks Sirius, it will be nice to have you helping me through all of this. Who knew changing the world would be so damn much work! I want to get the rest of Voldemort's memories sorted in the next week or so, and learn how to apparate. I know the theory behind it, but I would rather have some experience to back it up before we go in after the Horcruxes."

They finished up with dessert and Dobby brought them their twice daily nutrient potions, which they both downed. "Well pup, I'm not as young as I used to be and still need to recuperate from my stay at Hotel Azkaban, so I think I will call it in early, and I will see you bright and early for our morning exercise."

"Yeah, 7am sharp and don't be late. Goodnight Sirius." he gave his godfather a hug and headed upstairs to finish sorting the rest of his memories from second and third year before heading to bed himself. After all he would have a busy day tomorrow meeting his future wives and in laws.

AN: special thanks to everyone who has left me a review so far! The plot begins to thinken with harry now leaning away from voldemort and towards his own path. thanks for reading and please dont forget to leave your comments. i ask please keep flamming to a minimum as this is my first attemp at fanfiction. i am still in need of a beta if there are any interested people out there.