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Chapter 2
September 1st rolled around.
Harry was asleep in the large master bed.
Sareth had taken to rapping herself around him, as she complained about there not being enough heat in the house.
Despite Harry's suggestion that she just go and sleep in the kitchen where the fire blazed was, she said that she just liked being near him anyways.
His owl Hedwig was perched near the window.
Harry had immediately gotten rid of her cage since he could communicate with her, and she had no need of one.
He was awoken by the sound of Walburga—the woman who was more of a mother to him than anyone had ever been.
It didn't matter that she was a painting, that was just the relationship that they had.
She entered a frame that was set up in harry's room and instructed him that he had better get a move on or he would be late.
After a brief conversation, he got up and got ready.
Creature, the old house elf already had an amazing breakfast sitting on the table.
"Thank you Creature", Harry said.
"Master is very welcome, it is an honor to serve the Black lord again", the wizened elf responded.
With that, Harry gathered all of his school supplies, took a frame that Walburga could come and visit him in, and was off.
Sareth was in her usual place underneath his robes, and Hedwig had said that she would meet him there.
/Sareth, could you please do your Apparation thing again—it doesn't really have a name/, Harry said.
He sent an image through their mental link of where kings cross station was.
/Of course, master/ she replied before a squeezing sensation consumed Harry's body.
He arrived about a block away from kings cross, and walked down.
He decided to shift his form slightly, and gained several inches in height.
He changed his hair to a vivid blue colour—he was going to not hide his Metamorphmagus abilities—just not show his complete morphing abilities.
Walburga had coached him on what the usual limits were.
Most metamorphs couldn't alter their entire bodies and do whatever they felt like including breaking food down and changing their total structure.
Harry would be careful to not exceed these limits during his time at Hogwarts.
He had decided to simply bide his time, and then strike when the fools such as Dumbledore who had locked away most of his abilities least expected.
He strolled onto the platform—he knew where it was thanks to Walburga, and began to search for a compartment on the bright scarlet steam engine.
He saw a family of red heads looking around for someone, but walked straight past them.
He tripped slightly while getting onto the train—his balance wasn't perfect as his body was different from its natural form.
He searched for a compartment, and found an empty one.
A few minutes later, a girl with bright purple hair stuck her head in.
"Can I sit here"? She asked in a quiet voice.
"Of course".
"My name's Harry—how about you"?
"Nymphadora Tonks-Tonks—that's all you can call me".
He recognized the name.
That was the last name of one of the black sisters who had supposedly been kicked out of the family, but was simply performing some under-cover work.
He decided to check.
"Your mother's name wouldn't happen to be Andromeda, now would it"?
"Yes—how did you know"?
"I know things, I may tell you some day", he evaded.
"Well, It's nice to meet you, Ms. Tonks", Harry said.
He reached out to shake her hand when it happened.
A glowing golden light began to encompass their bodies.
Harry suspected what it was, but couldn't believe it.
He suspected that it was a soul bond—one half of a soul finding the other half.
He also knew that it was extremely rare—one of the last men who had one was the man simply known as Black—the man who's wand Harry was using.
His suspicion was confirmed however when a golden thread stretched between them.
Activating his mage sight, Harry could see the soul energy pouring off of each of them.
He knew what this meant: he had just found his mate—the one who he would spend the rest of his life with.
The golden light faded from around them, and Harry was shocked to feel the weight of a ring appear in his pocket.
"What... What... What does this mean"? Tonks asked with a slight quaver in her voice.
"I'm sorry... Have your parents ever told you anything about soul bonds"? Harry asked—with a pang of nervousness that coursed through him.
He may have been very mature after assimilating all of the knowledge that he had been given, but he was still 11.
"Is that what this is"?
"My mother has told me of an ancestor of mine who had one, but one hasn't been seen in a very long time", she said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to ever have to do this, but I think that a higher power has decided".
"We are both soul bound".
Her face went very pale.
"That means like we are to be married in the wizarding world"?
"Yes", Harry said.
"I would never want to make that decision for anyone; again I am so sorry that this had to happen to you".
"It is not your fault, but I suppose that we must simply make the best of it", she said.
He remembered something that Walburga had told him.
She had told him that he should induct the Tonks into the Black family at some point.
It was quite a simple process:
His black ring appeared on his finger, causing Tonks to gasp in shock.
"I, Harry James Black as lord black do induct Andromeda Tonks and her immediate family back into the house of black. So mote it is".
There was a bright flash of black family magic from Harry's ring, and he knew on the family tapestry that the Tonks had appeared.
"How can you be lord black"? She asked in shock.
"It was part of my inheritance, and the ancient laws dictated that as the closest inheritor, I should receive the title.
"I just don't understand—what did you do"?
"Simple: you know how your mother was not in our family"?
"She is back where she belongs now—as to the Blacks, family is important", Harry said with a smile.
"This also means that you are now part of the family as your mother is back in", Harry explained.
Her mind was thinking as she struck Harry as someone who was intelligent, even for their young age.
"So does that mean, Mean... That you are Harry Potter"?
"Yes", he said.
"And what's with your hair"? She asked with a grin.
"Well, I could ask you the same question", Harry said as he pointed at the long purple hair.
"I'm a Metamorphmagus, but you can't be one as well-can you"?
"Actually, I am", Harry said cycling his hair through several colours.
"Amazing, I didn't think I would ever meet another one—I think I'm still in shock about the whole soul bond thing".
"I don't even want to go there at the moment", Harry said.
"In the mean time, the Black family magic has recognized you and have a betrothal ring—would you be interested in wearing it"?
"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to", Harry said.
"I think I should—it is the way that the Black's operate", she said.
"My mother explained the reasons why we left the family and has been training me", she said.
"That's it, do it like a black", Harry said.
He slipped the ring on her finger and it resized itself.
"You can also will it invisible", he said willing his black head ring to disappear.
"Wicked", she said also making her ring disappear.
"Again, it's an honor to meet you, lord black".
"I'm slightly angry about this stupid soul bond thing, but I agree with you—let's just make the best of it".
"There is no way of changing the hand that fate has dealt us", Harry said before relaxing.
Then, after placing a strong notice me not charm on the compartment door, they talked and talked and talked.
They talked about everything about their lives (Harry didn't go into many detail about his relatives), but he learned that Andromeda was a lawyer and her husband Ted was an accountant in a Muggle bank.
Before they knew it, the train was pulling into the station and it was nearly time to disembark.
A/N:
I figured I'd just shoot another chapter out and cut it off here for the time being.
I'm sorry for some grammar mistakes, those should improve.
As well, I've had some people point out that Harry is acting very mature.
You need to understand that he has received quite a bit of knowledge, and he has been matured by all of the stuff that he had to do with his relatives.
This is just how I think about it—some of his younger emotions will come out as some have in this chapter—although, he is extremely intelligent in this story.
And for the Harry James Black bit—it's not a mistake—he can use any of his titles, and for that one I just thought that as lord black it made sense to use that one.
As for Tonks, in this story she is intelligent, and has been trained from her mother from a young age, so she will be slightly more mature then you may think.
I'm also not the greatest at writing young children, but I shall do my best.
Thanks for reading, please review.