A/N: I want to eplain something before i get this chapter out. When i first had the idea for this story i intended it to be h/hr, mainly because that is my favorite pairing. All i had for this story was a general plot idea and most things are happening as the ideas come to me and i write them. I placed the poll only because of where the story is going, other pairings could work just as well. You have made your opinions very clear on the matter and it will stay h/hr. I do want it to be made clear that i don't appreciate some of the ways those opinions were expressed. Most of you were very kind and i am grateful for that, but a few were not kind. No matter what is said i will finish this story, more for me than anything, so don't worry about that. Now on with the story.
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Chapter Fifteen
It was a very nervous Sirius Black that was walking up a small walk to a nice little house in the middle of Crawley. He felt nervous because he was going to see his godson for the first time in seven years.
What was he like?
Did he still look like James?
Will he like me?
These questions kept repeating theirselves through his head over and over again. Part of his nervousness he knew stemmed from the guilt he felt for abandoning Harry to chase after the rat instead of being responsible. He was afraid for his very soul when his time came to stand in front of James and Lily again. James could be scary, but Lily at times downright frightened him, especially when it came to Harry. Sirius remembered the only time James took harry up on a broom on his first birthday. Lily was furious even though James kept trying to tell her that Harry was never in any danger. He shuddered when he remembered the bruises that James had for days after that all from just stinging hexes she had used.
He was pulled out of his memories when Amelia knocked on the front door. A moment later the door was opened by a woman that looked to be in her early thirties. She had a head full of curly brown hair and brown eyes. She smiled when she saw Amelia.
"It's good to see you Amelia," she said.
"You too Emma," Amelia responded.
"Sirius Black," she said looking at him, "I would like you to meet Emma Granger."
Sirius stuck out his hand and she took it shaking it.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you mrs. Granger," he said releasing her hand.
"Likewise mr. Black," she said
"Please call me Sirius," he said, "mr. Black makes me feel old."
"Only if you call me Emma," she said laughing.
"Deal," he replied.
"Come inside," she said stepping away from the door, "the kids are upstairs."
Sirius followed Amelia into the house and he was immediately impressed. It was decorated very stylishly without being too ostentatious. It had a very lived in feel and pictures of what had to be her family could be spotted all over the place. Emma led them into a very comfortable living room and had them sit down while she went up and got the kids.
Sirius had to remember to breathe when he saw them walk dwon the stairs.
`Merlin, he looks just like James` he thought.
Emma led the two kids into the room and tried to get her daughter to go sit on the couch but she had a vice-grip on Harry's hand and was refusing to let go. When they were in front of Sirius all he could do was stare at this young man that looked just like James. Except his eyes, Sirius thought, his eyes were all Lily's. Sirius tried to speak but his voice didn't seem to want to work. He finally found his voice when Harry started to squirm under his gaze.
"Hello Harry," he said, "i'm Sirius your godfather."
Harry just stood there for a moment but his eyes had signs of tears that had yet to fall. Sirius was starting to get worried until out of nowhere Harry leapt into his eyes, tears falling down his face. Sirius had tears of his own falling as he held his godson for the first time in years.
Marge Dursley was livid. She was on the way home from a meeting with her solicitor. The man had the audacity to tell her that she had very little chance of getting custody of that Potter brat. She told him about Vernon's will leaving custody to her. He then had the nerve to call her brother a murderer and said that his will was invalid and Petunia's is the one that matters. She told him that if he wants to continue to get paid he will do as he was told and she left.
She pulled her car into her garage and turned off the ignition before getting out. She stopped for a second and was immediately worried because she couldn't hear her beloved dogs. She hurried to the door and unlocked it. she started to enter before she heard a familiar if hated voice say "stupefy" and then all she saw was darkness.
She awoke tied to a chair in her kitchen. She tried struggling to get out of her bonds when she heard that voice again.
"It's no use," it said, "they are too tight for a pathetic squib like you to get out of."
Marge's face turned purple with rage as she struggled even more.
"Petrificus totalis"
Marge felt her body freeze up as the spell hit her. All she could move was her eyes. She watched as the one person she hated more than Harry Potter entered her vision.
"Hello to you my dear baby sister," Delores Umbridge said, "I have a job for you."
Sirius left the house a couple hours later feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had been really afraid before the meeting with his godson. It seemed that his fears were unfounded. Harry didn't hate him, and even more amazing knew who he was. There seemed like there was much that Harry hadn't told him, but Sirius was in no rush to get that information. There would be plenty of time.
He was now headed to Gringotts to check on his vaults and see what all needs to be done.
He walked into an alley and looked around. After making sure there was nobody watching he apparated away. He arrived a moment later at the apparition point in Diagon Alley. His first step was Madam Malkins to get a set of new formal robes. He would worry about a new wardrobe later. An hour later he stepped out of the little shop wearing robes made from acomantula silk bearing the crest of The most noble and ancient house of Black on the left side of his chest. He then headed towards gringotts.
When he got to Gringotts he bowed to the Goblins that were guarding the front doors and recieved salutes in return. He entered and walked up to a free teller.
"How can Gringotts help you today wizard," the goblin asked sneering?
"Tell Rockjaw that Sirius Black has come to discuss his accounts," Sirius relpied ignoring the goblins attitude knowing that respect has to be earned.
The goblin nodded his head and hollered out in the goblin tongue. A moment later another goblin approached them. The teller spoke to the other goblin a moment before they turned back to Sirius.
"Follow me Mr. Black," the other goblin said before tuning and walking away.
Sirius followed and before he knew it they had arrived. The goblin knocked twice on the door and waited. After a couple of moments he opened the door and stepped inside. A moment later he stepped back out.
"You may go in now," he said before walking away.
Sirius stepped in and looked around in amazement. The office hadn't changed any since the last time he had been here.
"So the flea-bitten mongrel has decide to grace us with his presence," a gruff voice said.
Sirius looked towards the desk and saw and old-looking goblin sitting behind a bleach white desk that Sirius knew was made of bones.
"Still as ugly as ever I see," Sirius replied.
"You still haven't learned any respect," the goblin told him.
"Not a bit," Sirius said smirking.
At that the goblin threw his head back and let out a deep laugh.
"It is good to see you Sirius," he said.
"The same to you Rockjaw," Sirius said as he sat down.
"So what can i do for you today," he asked?
"I would like an overview of my vault," Sirius replied.
Rockjaw snapped his fingers and a file appeared on his desk as well as a small box. Sirius raised an eyebrow at the box but kept his questio to himself waiting for the explanation. He didn't have to wait long.
"Before we get into that," Rockjaw said, "there is an important matter that needs to be dealt with first."
"What matter is that," Sirius asked?
"Your inheritance," Rockjaw replied.
"What inheritance," Sirius asked, "I was disowned."
"Actually, you were never officially disowned," he said.
Sirius looked at him in disbelief for a second before shaking his head.
"How was I not disowned," he asked?
"I don't know the truth of the matter," Rockjaw said, "your father could have chose not to or he could've just forgot to."
"It is possible that he forgot," Sirius said after a moment, "his memory wasn't very good at the time and I doubt it got any better with time. I am willing to bet my mother had no knwowledge of it either."
"I don't know but it matters not," Rockjaw said.
Sirius nodded his head in acknowlegement before looking at the box siiting on the desk.
"Is that what I think it is," he asked?
"Indeed it is," Rockjaw said sliding the box in front of Sirius, "the signet ring for the House of Black."
Sirius's hands shook as he picked up the box. He opened it and saw an onyx ring set with white gold with chimera on top. the words "Toujours pur" underneath it. He picked the ring up and with trmbling hands place it on the ring finger of his right hand. It flashed a bright light before resizing to fit his finger.
"Congratulations Lord Black," Rockjaw said.
Sirius just sighed.
"This is gonna be a long day," he muttered.
