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CHAPTER 2

NO. 4 PRIVET DRIVE, LITTLE WHINGHING, SURREY

It was early August night and Harry sat on the edge of his bed. He was looking at the photographs of Sirius and himself, laughing merrily on Christmas Day. The photograph had silently been taken by Hermione who had exclaimed- "Harry! Family pictures on Christmas are a must."

Looking at the laughing man in the picture, all Harry could feel was numbness. A pain so powerful he had cried himself to sleep for the next two weeks after Sirius' death. A part of him blamed himself for his godfather's death. Had Harry not been so recklessly stupid, Sirius would have been alive. A part of him blamed Voldemort, for he was the monster who had sent false visions of his father being tortured. But most of all he hated Bellatrix who killed Sirius.

Harry still could not believe how he had cast an unforgivable on Bella bitch that night at the ministry. Yes, he wanted nothing more than to kill the insane woman the next time he saw her. But it was Harry who has used the cruciatus curse! Truth was that Harry was a bit scared of himself.

Sighing in defeat he closed the album and tried to desperately concentrate on his summer homework. Despite the fact that he was utterly exhausted from his chores, he only had his free time at night to study a bit. It was approximately an hour later when he glanced at the alarm clock to check time. It was almost midnight and Harry moved to sit beside the window for some fresh air.

'Deep breaths, Harry, deep breaths.' Was the mantra that went on and on in his head.

Suddenly his gaze stopped on a letter that arrived two days ago.

"Shit," Harry exclaimed. He had totally forgotten about Dumbledore to pick him up. He hadn't packed or informed the Dursley's either. As though he had received an electric shock, the raven-haired teenager hastily staggered towards his bed and bent down to get his trunk from under. Opening it, he started throwing everything within reach from the trunk. Most of his books and school-related things were already there. He lobbed a set of robes and, two spell books and a packet of clasps across the room. Finally, all his things were packed and the teenager was more than ready to leave Surrey. He thankfully didn't have to worry about Hedwig. Harry had already sent her to the Burrow when he received the letter from the headmaster.

He desperately wanted to fly on his broomstick and reach the Burrow to meet his friends. Harry hadn't heard from them the whole summer, but Hermione's birthday letter had explained the whole situation how she and Ron were forbidden to send him any letter for the fear of being tracked down by death eaters. Harry was furious at headmaster for that but his anger had calmed down relatively afterwards.

" It's one o' clock. He said he'd be here by midnight." Harry never realized when he fell asleep, waiting for Dumbledore to come and rescue him.

"Freak, get up...freak" the shrill voice of aunt Petunia woke Harry up from his peaceful slumber.

"I'm up aunt Petunia," Harry yelled moodily. His morning had already been pissed thinking the headmaster had lied to him. Oh, how he wanted to strangle him!

"Don't speak to me in that tone boy. Get up and make breakfast for Dudders." Grumbling under his breath, Harry performed his morning routine before going to the kitchen. It was a little later when Harry was in the middle of making enormous breakfast for Dudley and aunt Petunia ranting on how ungrateful he was, that the doorbell rang. The horse-shaped woman moved quickly to open the door and all colour seemed to drain from her face.

"Petunia, I'm here to take Mr Potter as he might have already informed you." Severus Snape spoke in a monotone voice. Petunia did not ant any of the neighbours seeing the freaks so she quickly invited him in and closed the door behind. Meanwhile, Harry had come out of the kitchen hearing his name.

"Professor, I thought Dumble..."

"Headmaster was a bit busy to come and pick you up himself. I'm sure he'll be ecstatic to meet you late though." Harry sighed at his taunt and quickly went to his bedroom to retrieve his things. The potions master, however, stood awkwardly in the living room not even bothering to take the offered seat. He was silently observing the muggle household with distaste. On the walls, he saw family pictures of the three Dursley 's, but the not even one of the Potter brat. Petunia sighed heavily and cleared her throat. She was a bit worried. She didn't know if Harry had told anyone about the way Dursley's treated him. Before she could ask anything to Snape, Harry barged in the living room with his trunk.

"Professor, I'm ready." Without wasting a second the potions master was out of the horribly clean muggle house, making his way towards the nearest park with Harry slightly jogging beside him.

"Professor could you please walk a bit slowly."

"Don't whine Potter. The faster I escort to the Weasley's, the less time we'll be forced to spend in each other's company." Quickly finding a spot he asked Harry, "Have you apparated before?" Harry nodded his head in disagreement.

Holding out his left arm Severus said, "Well then I suggest you hold onto my arm firmly. We do not want any accidents to be happening to the boy-who-lived now, do we?" Harry had a scowl on his face but before he could retort, there was an unfamiliar tug on his belly button and the ground beneath him disappeared. A second later Harry found himself gasping for breath and standing in front of Burrow. He looked around to find Severus already leaving.

THE BURROW, OTTERY St CATCHPOLE, DEVON, ENGLAND

Harry entered the kitchen where Molly immediately spotted him and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Oh! Harry. So good to see you. How did you get here?"

"Professor Snape just dropped me off."

"Ah! Not to worry. Have you had breakfast yet?" Harry nodded 'no'

"Well then settle down. I'll make something for you. Give me five minutes dearie." As Molly got to work footsteps could be heard and Harry turned around to see Ron and Hermione bickering as usual. He just stood there watching as his bushy-haired friends lightly scolded Ron for being so irresponsible.

"I'm with Hermione on this mate." This caught their attention.

"Harry" Hermione flung her arms around the raven-haired boy while Ron gave him a brotherly hug. After the pleasantries and a hearty breakfast, the golden trio went to Ron's room so that they couldn't be disturbed. Seeing Hermione's serious expression Harry remained quite.

"Harry we thought to tell you before anyone else does. We know you don't like things being kept from you. It's pretty important. Harry nodded for her to continue. "Well, Dumbledore went to Gringotts to meet the Black Family Manager. Apparently, he went to read Sirius' final will. According to his will, Sirius left you everything including the money in the family vaults and the properties. He even left you Kreacher. Sirius made you his heir. But the will now stand 'null and void' as Dumbledore was told."

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"Let me finish. It was 'null and void' because just a week before the official will read, the Black family Lordship was claimed."

" How is that possible?" Now the raven-haired boy was genuinely confused. He did not know a thing about lordships and all. Ron took his chance and explained.

"Harry, Sirius never reclaimed his lordship after returning from Azkaban. Also, Sirius died childlessly but made you his heir. Since you are not Black by blood, the lordship can be gained by immediate next member closest to the Sirius by blood. Which in this case the Order suspects to be Bellatrix, you know because she was the eldest daughter."

"What?" now Harry lost his composure. The woman who killed Sirius got everything that was rightfully Sirius'. Harry wasn't interested in the money or properties but Bellatrix getting everything wasn't acceptable. Why couldn't Draco get it?

"Calm down Harry. No one knows that we know about it." Hermione hissed.

"Then how did you know about?" Harry asked suspiciously. Hermione tried to avoid his gaze and said, "I might have eavesdropped on some of the Order meetings." Ron snorted and Harry couldn't keep his chuckle.

"We'll figure it out, Harry."

MALFOY MANOR, WHILTSHIRE, ENGLAND

Narcissa Malfoy sighed contently while sipping her tea. Unexpectedly, life had been different to what Narcissa had imagined with the Dark Lord's return. She had thought the Dark Lord would immediately want to continue the same shady warpath that led to his destruction. Thankfully that wasn't the case. She herself has had many insightful conversations with the Dark Lord. He would ask her about her opinions too. Being born in the Black family, Narcissa had a fair knowledge about politics which Voldemort greatly approved of.

He still wanted to rule the wizarding world but not at the cost of bloodshed. He was going more political. Also killing Harry Potter wasn't his first priority. Life was better, Narcissa could say. Safe for her son, safe for her family.

As on cue the doors to the living room opened revealing Lucius strolling towards his wife along with the Dark Lord. Quickly getting up she smiled, "Good morning, My Lord."

Voldemort was a handsome man. He had regained his original features with the help of a dark ritual after gaining his body. Now he looked like a man in his late twenties. "Good morning, Narcissa." He greeted her kissing her cheeks lightly. The trio was in the middle of discussing their upcoming meeting and then what mind healers said about the Lestranges' condition when a beautiful barn owl came swooping in perching right on Narcissa's shoulder. She untied the letter from the owl's leg which immediately flew away.

'Dear Narcissa,

I know this a very sudden and abrupt way of communication, for which I deeply apologise. I would like to invite you and your family for lunch tomorrow at Black Family Manor, Chateau. I am hoping we can discuss all the past details and questions that may have risen because of my sudden appearance. I assure you I will answer them as truthfully as possible

With love,

Cassiopeia Black.

P.S: The letter is a portkey and will activate at 11 am sharp tomorrow. It is keyed to activate on your magical signature.'

Narcissa sucked a sharp breath and Lucius took the letter from her reading it. With furrowed eyebrows the Dark Lord said. "You both attend this lunch and get all the information you can get. Cassiopeia being alive all these years may prove to be in our favour."

Nothing was said after that. All of them waiting anxiously for the meeting.

Author's note: Next update will be soon. The black family meeting will be something none of them expected. Also some insight on who exactly is Elara.

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