Previously:

"Shhh, don't worry, Honey. I just need a few more seconds…. There! I'm done." Lily gave a final flick of her wand, and Harry's upper right thigh was covered in a protective brace. "All done, Honey. You're my little brave Harry, aren't you." Lily stroked Harry's hair and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry it had to hurt, I couldn't give you potions to dull the pain as it would counteract with the other potions I already gave you. Your leg might be still a little stiff, so if you need help, don't be afraid to tell Sam or anyone around, okay?"

Harry nodded his head. Sam then carried Harry again, gave a "goodbye" to his mother, took a pinch of floo powder, and shouted "Padfoot's Place!"

****Harry's thoughts****

Chapter 12 Blacks

When they arrived at Uncle Sirius's place, Harry's first reaction was shock. What in the world is this place? It looks enormous! Is this a mansion or a palace? I know my family is rich, and our house shows it but not this obvious. Yes our house was big, bigger than the Dursleys in fact, but it was only slightly bigger and considering my brothers and me. It was just the right size.

But Uncle Sirius's mansion is another story. It was really big and spacious. The ceiling was so high that even three seven feet people on top of each other couldn't reach it. And the modern furnishings adorning the mansion was unusual for a traditional pureblood like Uncle Sirius is. But then again, Uncle Sirius never did follow traditions. There was huge expensive looking vase by the side door they were entering into, and there were various paintings of abstract designs adorning the walls they were passing by. All with the same artist. Oh right! It was Auntie Lina's work, Lucas's muggle mother. Lucas was 15 years old, and Uncle Sirius's youngest.

In this world, Uncle Sirius had four children and all from different partners. There was Salm, Uncle Sirius's oldest from Auntie Morgana, a pureblood witch that Uncle Sirius was forced to marry by his parents. Then Auntie Morgana divorced Uncle Sirius because of irreconcilable differences, whatever that was. Then Uncle Sirius got married again with Auntie Shira, a female werewolf witch, and had his second kid- Sarin. Then got divorced again and Uncle Sirius married Auntie Rosaleen, a full-blooded veela, and had Spica. Got divorced for the third time and married Auntie Lina who was a normal artist muggle. I thought they would last, but then Auntie Lina got pissed off at Uncle Sirius because he was always flirting with someone and divorced him. Finally Uncle Sirius remains a bachelor to this day with four messy divorces under his belt and four children all from different mothers. Wow! What a record! I know Uncle Sirius has a girlfriend now ,but I think that he doesn't want anymore children. He stopped with Auntie Lina. I wondered why. And when I asked him to give me a little cousin so that I wouldn't be the youngest and I could lord over someone (and it looked like Mom was already happy with us four brothers even though there was no girl, she said that I was more than enough.), he just replied with,

" Sorry Harry, you'll always be my smallest little pup." and then he flicked my nose, ruffled and messed up my hair. I was briefly angry with Uncle Sirius about that, but then he managed to bribe me with something then I forgot about our fight. What was that something again? Oh yeah, it was this room.

Sam and Harry entered a dark room before Sam snapped his fingers and the lights turned on. The room was adorned with a white sofa that was comfy and springy. The black table in front was made out of the most expensive marble. The whole room was covered in carpet.

But what got Harry's attention the most was the big TV sitting right in front of his face. He could see his reflection staring right out of its shiny surface. The remote control was calling him. He could practically hear it. The room was a equipped with a humungous flat-screen television and a surround sound system. There was the latest model of playstation and wii games. Was there tivo here again? There was. That TV is mine! There was a big-ass bound book on the table entitled movie listings. Harry was salivating imagining all the movies he could watch that he had missed, because the wizarding world was so retarded in the movie industry.

When Harry was put down on the sofa, he immediately grabbed the big-ass bound book, and started flicking through the collection of movies that the tv had in its memory. This was awesome! All he needed now was a big-ass popcorn to go with the big-ass tv. And just as he was thinking about it, up popped a huge bowl of popcorn right in front of him and a huge bottle of caramel syrup to go along with it. There was also a big drink of his favorite brand of orange soda to go along with it. Wicked! Harry poured a generous amount of syrup on his popcorn, and plunged his left hand in the sticky bowl of popcorn while his right hand was holding the remote control.

Sam patted Harry on his head and closed the door of the room, hearing a movie just beginning, with all the fantastic surround system of the room. He was tempted to join Harry, but then he had to finish the stupid project. The term in his seventh year of Hogwarts would be starting tomorrow, and he had to study hard for his NEWTS. The only remaining summer assignment he had left anyway was the herbology project, and he and Spica were almost finished with it.

Sam knocked and first went in Lucas's room. "Hi Luc, I'm here with Harry. Could you keep an eye on him, while me and Spica finish our project?"

"Hi Sam. Wait a sec." Lucas replied, putting down the paintbrush, sweeping aside the canvass he was working on, and cleaning his brushes and other art materials as he went by. Lucas brushed his black hair back and looked at Sam with his light blue eyes. "Is Harry alright now?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He temporarily can't talk, and his leg's in a brace. But he's going to be okay. These are the two potions he needs to drink after lunch. Spica and I will be busy all afternoon and we'll have our lunch in her room. Harry's in the TV room right now. Thanks for this."

"No problem." Lucas replied, and took the two potions out of Sam's hand.

When Lucas opened the door to the TV room, he was amused to see that the sound was turned on full blast and Harry was staring at the screen with vivid attention. Harry was bouncing on his seat in his delight at the movie, his mouth busily munching popcorn and an occasional slurp here and there on his orange soda.

Lucas decided to join Harry and took a seat beside him. When the movie was finished, Harry was startled to see that he wasn't alone in the room anymore. Harry out of instinct from his time with the Dursleys quickly got a hold of the remote control with his sticky fingers fresh from the caramel syrup on his popcorn.

Lucas grinned in amusement as Harry still maintained the habit of hogging the remote control when anybody was in this room beside him. He also noticed how Harry always manages to get himself messy and dirty. Exhibit A: Sticky fingers and mouth. The couch was also a mess with various bits of popcorn here and there. So, he called for their house-elf.

"Kreacher," Lucas softly called.

Kreacher appeared in the room with a, "Yes, Half-blood Master Lucas."

What the! Harry's jaw dropped, and his big green became round. This wasn't Kreacher! House-elves aren't supposed to be tall and have hair! Harry then jumped behind Lucas and clutched the back of Lucas's shirt for a safety hold. Because right now Luc was a hell of a lot more familiar than this strange creature. He remembered Luc, and he was familiar. Although he had some memories of this Kreacher, his Kreacher from his original world before was still at the forefront of his mind. And the Kreachers here was too contrasting. Kreacher was not the same Kreacher he was compared to his original world. This Kreacher was slender and as tall as his Dad now, maybe even taller. His skin was still green, and he still had his floppy ears and big popping eyes. But that was where all the similarities ended, this Kreacher was garbed in a proper stiff bark brown outfit with the Black crest found on the right shoulder. He was immaculately clean and he had long straight black hair with strange beads on the small braids that can be found on both sides of his face. This Kreacher was too different to the Kreacher he had left behind. He wasn't small anymore and he wasn't old. He's taller than I am even. When I was this age, I was still taller than Dobby. This Kreacher was different. Too tall. Too different. This isn't right…

"What does Half-blood Master Lucas want now?" Kreacher, rudely asked. Although he wasn't happy that Lucas was tainted with muggle blood, he was still his young master and was compelled to follow his commands. So, to show his dissatisfaction, he expressed it through rude snide comments.

When Lucas pointed behind him, Kreacher tutted. "Tsk. Tsk. So Little Master Harry is back, and is dirty again. You are always so dirty. You are always needing cleaning."

Kreacher sighed and conjured a damp cloth with a snap of his fingers. Although he had a soft spot for Little Master Harry, it always frustrated him to see the little wizard always so very dirty. How the little one always manages to get himself dirty is beyond him. How Missy, the Potter's house-elf, stand the little one is beyond him. Maybe that was why Missy needed a break from the Potters. Thank Mother Earth, that she was still on a her vacation in their realm (Realm of the Elves). What will Missy do when she finds out that her little wizard had been kidnapped when she comes back from her short break?

Kreacher approached Harry intending to clean his little sticky face and sticky fingers, when Harry held harder onto Lucas's shirt and hid his face behind Lucas's back. Kreacher tried to make Harry let go of Lucas's shirt, Harry only clutched still tighter. Now Kreacher was a good house-elf, but he was getting more frustrated as the little wizard wouldn't let go and he was making more of a mess. What with Lucas shirt now needing to be cleaned too. Kreacher then held onto Harry's little waist and pulled, trying to dislodge the stubborn little wizard out of his hold.

Meanwhile, Lucas was getting strangled as his shirt was being pulled from behind. Lucas was bewildered. What was happening? He didn't remember Harry ever being scared of Kreacher. Yes, Kreacher can be quite rude sometimes, but that was as far as he goes. He never disobeyed any direct order from the Black family and treated all other wizards and witches fairly.

Lucas then tried to turn and calm Harry down, but Harry was not listening. So Lucas was pulling his shirt down, trying to keep himself from choking. Kreacher was pulling Harry from behind Lucas, and Harry was grabbing with all his might unto Lucas's shirt.

This was the sight that met Sam and Spica when they decided to take a short break and see how their little brothers were doing.

"What is happening here?" Spica exclaimed in outrage. Her beautiful vibrant violet eyes narrowing and taking stock of the situation. Every strand of her perfect blond hair primly in place, she took charge.

"Kreacher, please leave the room for now. We'll take care of Harry. You can leave the cloth." Kreacher let Harry go, and disappeared with a snap. Harry, because the strange Kreacher was now gone, tiredy let go of Lucas's shirt in a daze.

"Lucas, why don't you go to your room and change your shirt," Spica further instructed. Lucas bewildered as he was at the strange happenings, followed his sister's instruction and went out of the room to change his shirt.

Sam then went near the cloth and proceeded to clean Harry up. When Harry noticed that Sam was in the room with him, he jumped into his arms, encircled his arms around his neck and buried his face on the side of his brother's neck. Sam just made a shushing sound, and patted Harry's back.

After Lucas left, Spica went near the two Potter red-headed brothers and the patted Harry's soft wavy hair.

BLACK FAMILY (Sirius - bachelor, but has children from different previous wives)

Salm Sirius Black (20) - (pureblood mother)

Sarin Helen Black (18)- (werewolf mother)

Spica Rose Black (17)- (veela mother)

Sarir Lucas Black (15) - (muggle mother)

POTTER FAMILY (James & Lily)

Orion James Potter (20)

John Leo Potter (20)

Samuel Luthor Potter (17)

Harry Lilian Potter (10)