Chapter XIV

Wow! Who found this old things!

Binky was a miracle worker; thought Kinsley as she let her eyes drift around the room. The old sitting room hadn't been used in years and had seen better days. Yet the little elf took little time in cleaning the entire thing, airing it out of its musty, dank smell and freshening up all the furniture.

The little elf even made the tea and had it set on the table before them. It had served them a cup and left in the silence that followed her aunt's accusations towards Lord Black. However thick the silence might be and no matter how much she tried to ignore it; stormy grey eyes were focused on her. Turning her attention from the room to the man himself, however, she finally met those grey eyes head on.

Out of the shadows, the man's appearance was clear. He still looked old, his skin pale, yet he was well groomed. For a moment those grey eyes looked into her own before he seemingly found whatever it was he was looking for and turning his gaze to her aunt Cassie who was silently sipping at her tea.

"You've aged well," he observed, making Kinsley's lips twitch up while Cassiopeia's eyes thinned.

"You have not, perhaps you should invest in some sun my Lord it can produce marvels." she murmured, earning a soft chuckle before the man settled back into his armchair.

"Undoubtedly, and no need to call me that Cassie. I've long since lost that right." He declared before drawing a heavy breath and shifting his eyes back to Kinsley. "This is an amazing turn of circumstances. I never imagined someone would find you."

"With the events surrounding her resurfacing, I suspect it would have taken place, ultimately." Cassiopeia murmured yet the gentle smile directed towards her assured Kinsley that her aunt wasn't seriously angry. At the very least not towards her. "She's also been managing remarkably well concerning her studies."

"I'm presuming you've been teaching her. However, I am not concerned with lessons at this moment. I am much more interested in what has been learned of your disappearance and your return to the Black Family. You told some of it during my - angered delusions, however, if you would be so kind. I would like to have a better description of what has happened." The man requested making Kinsley grimace. "I have a strong suspicion that I will not like everything I hear."

"I can assure you Turus you won't," Cassie whispered, before gesturing to her niece. "I believe it is Kinsley's tale to express, however."

"I'm not altogether sure where to start," she admitted because even though they told other members of the Black Family about all that happened, she hadn't exactly explained it all to them. They just knew the important parts.

"I do believe, the best place to start a story is from the beginning," Arcturus remarked making Kinsley's lips twitch up slightly before she looked down at her hands.

"The beginning, which one -" she mumbled out loud before drawing a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. "I guess we can start with what we know about my younger life. After someone kidnapped me, we still do not know who did it, or why, however, when I was kidnapped I was hidden in the form of a boy. Later I was adopted by a young magical couple."

Here she glanced up, encountering her Great Grandfather's eyes as he gazed at her, attention wholly on her story.

"James and Lily Potter adopted me, and I became Harry James Potter, Heir to the Potter family and Godson to Sirius Black, my own father." She whispered causing the man's eyes to widen before they narrowed and his furry returned. "Until recently I've thought that I was a boy; I didn't even know I was adopted, I guess being raised by relatives who don't really like you and not knowing much about the family you were supposed to be part of does the trick hum."

"You look to have adjusted rather well to the — changes." Arcturus murmured, voice holding back as much anger as he could yet Kinsley wasn't blind to his boiling fury.

"It's not easy going from peeing standing up to sitting." she joked earning a quirk of the lips from the man and a side glare from her aunt. "However, I have had a great deal of help and plenty of support. I have been slowly accepting the fact that I am a girl, however, it does not mean I have to act like one. I don't need to wear dresses or skirts, I can play sports, I can do all the stuff I used to do, however, I have to do it with a bit more — grace." Here she shot her aunt a glance earning a satisfied nod from the older woman which had Arcturus chuckling softly.

"It would do well for us old fossils, as Cassiopeia so well pointed out, to allow some modernisation of the Black Family. Keeping yourself in the old days have caused such destruction." Arcturus agreed.

"Modernisation yet with family traditions. Traditions are important to a family. Rituals and customs that the Black Family holds dear are important, and we should never forget our past no matter how much it hurts." The wisdom voiced by the nearly thirteen-year-old had Arcturus smiling with content.

It seemed as though he had truly made the correct judgment in selecting Kinsley to be the appointed heir of the Black Family. He was also very delighted that she had been found. He didn't know how much longer he could go without choosing a new heir to the Black Family. The last thing he wanted was a war of inheritance. He only held two choices after Kinsley; Andromeda's daughter, Nymphadora Tonks and Narcissa's son, Draconis Malfoy. The last thing he wanted was to give the Blacks to a family that helped in running it yet giving it to Andromeda's daughter was a danger. Now he didn't have to make that choice; the true heir had returned, and he was content.

Looking at the teen witch before him, he saw plenty of her mother in her, Amelia Bones was a fiery, passionate witch with great power. Yet he saw more of his grandson in Kinsley and it pained him to think of her father.

The boy had escaped the Black madness, escaped his mother's clutches. The boy had been the black sheep of the family, sorted into Gryffindor, never happy to be present at family functions. Yet the boy was declared the Dark Lords most loyal and highest ranking Death Eater. He always held firm against the notion because something inside of him told him something big was missing from the entire equation.

...

The arrival home was a respite to Kinsley. She was tired of talking about her younger life, explaining to her Great-grandfather was had happened to her. The man bore a temper that was quite clear, yet he held it back remarkably well.

"You're home late again," Her mother remarked, making her look up to discover the woman leaning against the kitchen counter, a mug of tea in hand.

She was still clad in her work robes meaning she too had only just returned. Her tired expression also indicated how fatigued she was regarding the matters at work.

"You won't believe what happened today," she answered, knowing the best thing to do was avoid speaking of her late arrival. "Aunt Cassie told me about Great Grandfather Arcturus,"

She spoke this as she pulled her shoes off not noticing how tense her mother became.

"He's alive, locked himself off in Black Castle. Because I was the chosen heir, I was capable to get in, while Aunt Cassy couldn't so we went. As Lord Black, he needed to know about my return, apparently. It was quite interesting, meeting him." She continued while picking up her shoes and smiling up at her mother who smiled back. "It was a long day though, so I'm going to head up to bed."

"That's a wonderful idea; you have an early day tomorrow what with the trials you'll be attending. One of the elves will be waking you up tomorrow; why don't you head off to bed." Amelia urged while moving forward and pulling her daughter into a hug.

She felt her daughter tense a moment in her arms yet slowly she relaxed before giving a nod.

"I think I will, Merlin who knew telling a story could be so exhausting." the teen yawned before heading off.

Watching the teen head off, Amelia waited a few minutes until she was sure her daughter was off to bed before setting her mug down and rushing to the fireplace. Without pause, she threw a handful of floo powder into the flames and drove her head through with a muttered name of her destination.

In moments the flames disappeared from her view, and she was seeing into the sitting room of Château Black where Cassiopeia was sitting on a chair not far. Clearly, the older witch had expected her fire call and her anger as she swiftly raised a hand to halt her rant from the beginning.

"Kinsley is a Black Amelia," the woman began yet that was as far as she got.

"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!" bellowed the angry witch. "You speak to me before you bring her to any member of the Black Family! You speak to me before you do anything with her! I don't care if he is her Great Grandfather, Arcturus Black has been out of the public eye for years now!"

"Yet he remains Lord Black," Cassiopeia declared, silencing Amelia with a glare. "As heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, she needed to meet him; he needed to be informed that she had returned that she was found. If he had not, he could well have transferred the future lordship to another person and you know as well as I that the title could have fallen into Lucius Malfoy's slimy little fingers. Take not Amelia that she might be your daughter, however, she is a Black, our future Lady and the future Head of the Black Family."

This made Amelia freeze. Cassiopeia never brought any of this into their communications. She'd always allowed Amelia to choose what was best for her daughter, after all, she was the girl's mother. However, Cassiopeia was right. Kinsley was the heir of the Black Family; she had to meet Arcturus Black yet that did not mean she had to like how the meeting was done.

"I will try to do my best to inform you of any impromptu family meetings beforehand Amelia." Cassiopeia continued before rising. "For now it is late, we both have early mornings to rest. I will arrive at your residence at the time discussed. Now I bid you a good night Amelia."

With a withering glare, Amelia pulled away from the fire. She hated how right Cassiopeia was and how bitter it made her feel. She was Kinsley's mother and yet the girl was the heir to a different house. Chosen heir to the Black Family and that meant that the Head of the Black family carried more power over Kinsley than she did and it was not a pleasant thought.

Shaking her head, she stood from her place on the floor and slowly made her way up the stairs. She was tired, her day had been long and now learning about what her daughter had done it made her realize how powerless she truly was as a mother to her daughter. Arriving on the floor that held her daughter's bedroom, she hesitated before moving towards the door.

Turning the handle she pushed the door open as quietly as possible and peeked inside. Kinsley was asleep on the bed; she was curled under the blankets and looked peaceful. For a moment she simply stood there, watching her daughter sleep. Through her tired state a smile formed, their relationship was slowly growing. It was hard, Kinsley was a very independent person. For years she did everything herself, she was basically raising herself. Now she had a parent in her life that changed everything. They fought at times, but the teen was strong headed a trait she had gotten from both her and her father.

Backing out of the room, she shut the door before proceeding to Susan's room. Her niece was also sound asleep, although more sprawled out than Kinsley's curled up form. Smiling, she moved in and gently tugged blankets to cover the girl she considered a daughter before turning the light out on her side table and leaving the room.

The contrasts between Kinsley and Susan were generous. Still, both girls were getting along beautifully and Susan was helping Kinsley in so many ways. Tomorrow, however, would be different. Susan had yet to go to a wizengamot trial, she still found both teens too young for the entire event. However, Cassiopeia wanted Kinsley to be present. If Kinsley was to go, then she was going to send Susan as well. She wanted to show that Kinsley was just as much a Bones as she was a Black. Tomorrow a good portion of the world would know that Kinsley was no longer lost and was alive, not to mention the heir to the Black Family. Some would criticize her for being a Black, of being the future Lady Black. She hoped her daughter was ready.

...

Morning came too quickly for Kinsley as something woke her from her slumber. Vision blurred as she opened her eyes, she located the culprit, a house-elf standing at the side of her bed. She wished to protest, wanted more sleep. It was the first night she hadn't had nightmares and yet the little creature was determined. Against all her efforts, she was plucked from her bed and forced towards her bathroom. The shower was already running courtesy of the little creature pushing her.

Stepping out with a big fluffy towel draped around herself, she swiftly took note of her ready-made bed, every pillow placed correctly and mourned the loss of her content sleep. Drawing a sigh, she moved towards her closet. She'd need to make a decent choice of what to wear, especially as she'd be meeting with other heirs of families.

One quick look into her closet, she found what she was looking for. Black form-fitting pants were swiftly shimmied into following a white blouse that was cinched at the waist and flared from there going longer in the back. The bottom of the top also had small stars dangling from it, and it had cap sleeves. Over it, she went with the formal outer robe, her mother had given her for such events. The robe was in traditional Black Family colours and held the crest upon its breast. Slipping into a pair of velvet flats with golden stars decorating them, she moved to the dresser to brush her hair. Just as she sat down, however, there was a knock at her door, and she turned to find her mother opening it to look in.

"Morning Kinsley," the woman greeted making Kinsley smile.

"Morning mum,"

"Need help? The offer was small yet Kinsley was ever so grateful. She missed her short hair when all she had to do was run a comb through it. She'd long since given up on taming it. Now though, her hair was longer and less dishevelled meaning, she had to do something with it.

"Here let me," the older woman laughed softly before walking over and taking the brush from her hands.

Turning to face the mirror, Kinsley allowed the older woman to run the object through her hair. She felt a bit odd at first but soon relaxed, especially with soft fingers weaving through her hair.

"Susan doesn't let me do her hair anymore. Says she's grown out of it, but I'd love for somebody to play with my hair," Amelia admitted while tugging here and there. "I fall asleep when somebody plays with my hair, it's quite relaxing."

"Are you nervous for today?" Kinsley asked, voice soft as though afraid to ask.

"Nervous about what?" Amelia answered, voice light.

"Well Crouch Sr. He was Head of the DMLE before you were right, do you worry something happened that puts a negative light on the DMLE?"

"It is entirely possible the man did something to cast a shadow upon the DMLE yes, however he has not led the department for a long time now. We will stand strong you have nothing to worry about there. It is also our department that has been weeding everybody out of the Ministry, the public will remember that." she explained before completing the braid. It was a Dutch braid yet pulled loose, giving it volume.

"Wow, that's actually really cool," Kinsley whispered while admiring the work her mother had done.

"Kinsley, are you nervous?" her mother asked while sitting on the edge of the bed to look at her daughter.

Slowly the teen turned to her, eyes filled with confusion.

"Nervous about what?" Smiling at the false bravado, her daughter was trying to put force, Amelia shook her head.

"You're going to be meeting plenty of people at the Ministry today, but Kingsley will be present as well as Cassiopeia. They'll allow anything to go too far, and I know you're ready for today. Keep your head high and remember to be polite." Amelia instructed before taking her daughter's hands and squeezing them. "There will be people there that you probably won't like the company of however you cannot allow them to get under your skin or into your head."

"Understood," Kinsley whispered determination flowing through her after her mother's pep talk.

"Wonderful now let's go make sure Susan's ready to go." Amelia declared while standing.

"I'll be there shortly, just need a few more things." Kinsley declared and with a nod, Amelia left, allowing Kinsley to rush to her dresser and grab the remainder of what she might require for today's events.

Done, she left her room and hurried down the stairs, robe swishing behind her. Arriving at the main floor, she was swiftly joined by Susan, who looked a bit nervous. Looking her cousin over, she took note of her change in attire. Susan was dressed a bit more traditional then she was, wearing a simple purple dress with cap sleeves and a set of nude coloured stockings. She wore small black pumps and over it all a robe with the Bones family colours and crest on its breast. Her own hair was left loose, curled at the ends.

Reaching over she grabbed her hand, earning a surprised look from her cousin.

"Were family right, we stand together," she remarked earning a dazzling smile from Susan who nodded her agreement.

It was long after that the fireplace flared to life and Cassiopeia appeared. The older witch was remarkably dressed in traditional robes of the Black family; she looked pristinely dressed and ready for court. Moments after her arrival, Kingsley also arrived with broad steps. He was dressed in his usual attire of purple, gold and blue robes.

"Well I see you two are ready to leave," Cassiopeia declared while giving nods of approval to both teens before spotting Amelia. "Not representing Bones House today Amelia."

"I must represent the DMLE as its Head of Department, however with permission from the Bones Heir," here she gave her niece a soft smile that had Susan smiling back. "We've appointed a temporary scion for the House of Bones, who is well versed in political know how. We received the idea when Kinsley appointed an official scion for the Potter Family."

"The official scion for the Potter Family, I wasn't aware you had appointed somebody," Cassiopeia remarked while turning her attention to Kinsley who gave a shrug.

"Goblins advised me to do so," She remarked earning a nod from her aunt, although Kinsley swiftly noticed the look of curiosity in her eyes.

"We should be off, remember -" "Be polite yet guarded," Susan and Kinsley both stated at the same time earning a warm smile from Amelia before she headed off through the fire first.

Arriving at the Ministry, Kinsley was quite pleased to step out without falling on her face. This, however, was her first time coming to the Ministry of magic. With a bit of time before she was pulled away, she tried to take in as much as she could.

The ceiling was peacock blue with golden symbols, moving over it; the floor was polished dark wood. From her position, she spotted a large golden fountain featuring golden statues of a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. They all had water spouting from them. The hall was filled with people, and it didn't take her long to spot the journalists and photographs near the fountain.

Just then the fire flared against and Susan arrived, not long after her, came Cassiopeia, swiftly followed by Kingsley.

"I'll lead the way to the room," Kingsley declared smoothly before moving to stand by Susan as Cassiopeia stood beside Kinsley.

Without a look towards the journals, they made their way towards the back of the hall where a guard was standing on a stand. It was a wand inspection stand, and they were forced to hand their wands over.

Susan went first, slowly handing her wand to the man behind the desk, allowing Kinsley to look at the machine beside him. The device was a brass instrument and was large. When Susan placed her wand against it, they waited with held breath before a slip of parchment shot out.

"Owner, Susan Bones; length, 11-inch point mahogany; core, unicorn hair; in use for 2 years." The man declared before giving Susan a small bow of the head. "Welcome to the Ministry Miss Bones,"

Quickly Susan took back her wand before giving a curtsy in return and moving to stand by Kinglsey. Cassiopeia was next giving her wand to the machine who swiftly expunged a piece of parchment.

"Owner, Cass- Cassiopeia Black," the man stuttered in surprise before clearing his throat and continuing. "10 1/2 inches hawthorn; core, dragon heartstring in use since 1926."

"Thank you, young man," Cassiopeia briskly spoke before taking her wand and motioning for Kinsley to step forward.

A bit nervous, Kinsley presented her wand to the machine and after a few seconds, the piece of parchment appeared.

"Owner, Kinsley - Black," the man chocked again, "12 3/4 inch yew; core, with phoenix tears; in use since 1993. Welcome — welcome to the Ministry Miss Bl- Black." The man stuttered earning a small smile from Kinsley before she grabbed her wand.

Heading away from the security centre, they arrived at a series of lifts. Being ushered in, she was told to hold on before Kingsley pressed the correct button. With a lurch they were off, heading towards their destination. Arriving, they were quickly led down a hall before Kingsley opened the door for them.

Entering the room Kinsley did her best to hold her emotions in check as her aunt had taught her. Yet it was hard when the first person she spotted was the silver-haired boy who she had fought with since entering Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy looked every bit the little heir to the Malfoy name, dressed in impeccable robes of splendour. At his side stood a tall, slim woman with pale skin and blue eyes. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a twist. She too was dressed impeccably in blue robes.

She was Narcissa Malfoy, one of the three Black Sisters, the youngest. According to her aunt Cassiopeia, she was also the most innocent of the three sisters or at least had been. One look into her blue eyes and Kinsley could see the shadows of pain that had her curiosity peaked.

When the woman took note of them, her expression swiftly became that of confusion before morphing back into that of a stone. Clearly, the woman was surprised by Cassiopeia's arrival.

"Aunt Cassiopeia, I wasn't aware you would be attending today's session." The woman remarked, her voice cold and level, a well-manicured mask thought Kinsley.

"Narcissa, pleasure," Cassiopeia greeted before placing a hand on Kinsley's shoulder directing everybody's attention to her. It didn't take long for Narcissa to recognize the traditional Black Family colours of silver and black and her eyes widened a fraction. "I've come to accompany my niece, Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, Kinsley Black."

With hours of practice under her belt. Kinsley had little trouble in giving a small polite curtsy at her introduction, yet it was clear as day she could have ignored that custom as everybody in the room held shocked looks on their faces.

"Kinsley Black," Narcissa whispered, shock flowing from her voice as her eyes gazed at the thin teen girl before her. "I — I wasn't aware that you had been found."

"Located this summer, wonderful news is it not Narcissa." Cassiopeia declared yet Kinsley's eyes were not on the older woman but on Draco.

The boy looked flushed and his eyes shone with anger. Clearly, his father had filled his head with the notion that he would be the only choice to take over the title as Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black as no known heir was chosen. She felt greatly satisfied she had snubbed the blonde before her, especially after everything he had done to her and her friends not to mention what the Lord Malfoy had done to the entire school. It was a miracle that nobody had died thanks to Lucius' careless actions.

"Yes — wonderful news. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance Heir Black," Narcissa greeted while giving a curtsy of her own, hers lower than Kinsley's had been. One look at her son and a soft cough had the boy looking at her before his cheeks burned brighter, and he gave a small bow.

"Greetings Heir Black." the boy murmured.

"I've also come to accompany the Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Bones, Susan Bones. With Kinsley's return, an alliance between our families has formed once more." Cassiopeia remarked while Susan gave a small curtsy of her own.

"Its wonderful news, most joyous to know the Heir to the Black Family has been found." Came a soft voice causing everybody to turn to spot Hannah Abbott approaching a smile on her face as she looked from Kinsley to Susan, with her was an older woman who had spoken.

"Heir Black I am Lady Antoinette Abbott of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Abbott, this is my daughter and heir, Hannah Abbott." Antoinette greeted as both gave curtsies.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Soon others were being introduced yet Kinsley still felt eyes upon her. Turning ever so slightly, she swiftly spotted just who was looking at her. There at the far side of the room was Neville Longbottom yet where the boy had always appeared small and meek he was now glaring at her as though she was the vilest thing on earth. She felt her heart break slightly at the look.

She knew Neville would never be the biggest fan of the Black Family. Bellatrix Lestrange was a daughter of the family with Bartimus Crouch Jr. being closely associated with it.

Just then, however, a man appeared at the boy's side. He was elderly and began whispering in Neville's ear. For a moment the boy looked conflicted before his eyes filled with a bit of confusion. Still, she had little time to settle on it as the doors opened once more, and she turned to spot three people entering the room.

Instantly she recognized Bill and Ethan yet the third looked similar to Bill and had the same Weasley flaming red hair. All three were well-dressed in black slacks, shiny shoes, white dress shirts and vests over it all. Yet that was where it weaved off.

Bill's vest was in the Weasley house colours of Red and Gold, the velvet red fabric contrasting with the gold foiled design. The same colours could be found on his outer robe. His hair had been pulled back and held in place with a brown leather strap, and he wore simple black shoes.

Ethan's own vest was white with accents of yellow here and there while his outer robe was a stronger yellow with accents of white.

The other man, who Kinsley swiftly realized was likely Charlie Weasley was the more roguish of the three. Although his brother had long hair and an earring. Charlie had short Weasley red hair, darkly tanned skin from working in the sun and with dragons and a stocky more muscled build. His own vest was teal in colour with accents of gold, the Prewett Family colours. His outer robe also held the teal and gold yet unlike his brother, he wore tall dragon hide boots over his pants.

Instantly the room filled with a buzz as people recognized the group entering. Yet the boys gave the whispers little mind and approached Kinsley.

Ethan was the first to step forward, taking her hand and kissing the back of it and although she wanted to glare she could only muster a small one that made his lips twitch up.

"Wonderful to see you again Heir Black," He greeted formally.

"Pleased to see you here Heir McKinnon," she returned earning some surprised gasps from around the hall.

Bill was the next to step forward also placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Heir Black I'd like to introduce you to my brother, the Heir to the Ancient House of Prewett, Charles Weasley."

"Pleased to meet you, Heir Black," Charlie greeted with a small bow that had her returning with a small curtsy.

"Heir Prewett pleased to make your acquaintance."

Around the room, people were watching the exchange with curiosity and some confusion. It was clear that many of them did not know what to make of the three young adults who were introducing themselves to the Heir of the Black Family yet some quickly caught on to what was being revealed to them.

"The meeting is about to begin, we should take our seats." Cassiopeia declared having noticed the flashing light above.

With nods, everybody swiftly took seats facing a large blank wall. Kinsley was pleased to have Bill on her right as he bent over and began to whisper into her ear.

"My family will be coming to Egypt; they've won some - prize money. I'll be able to speak with Ron at that point and begin the implementation of our plan." he softly murmured earning a nod from Kinsley.

"I wasn't aware that Charlie was going to be the next Lord Prewett," she remarked earning a soft chuckle.

"Charlie wasn't planning on it until I spoke to him about the dangers that have surrounded our younger siblings in the past few years. He came to a conclusion that if the ring would accept him, that he would take the role of the Lord Prewett to help protect his family." He answered, earning a nod from Kinsley.

Just then, however, the wall seemed to disappear, and they were welcomed by the site of the grand Wizengamot chambers. The room was large, holding numerous seats on various levels. The top levels held the Most Ancient and Noble House seats, the second row held the Ancient seats and the last row held the Noble seats. With a soft whistle, the doors opened, allowing first the Nobles to enter the room, followed by the Ancients and then by the Most Ancient and Noble Houses.

As people took their seats, Kinsley's eyes moved towards the Ancient and Noble House of Potter's seat. Nobody had noticed yet the chair had been filled. She held her breath momentarily until a soft whisper spread through the room.

"Is that Andromeda Tonks sitting on the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter seat?" Somebody questioned, causing many to look towards the woman and sure enough there, poised on the chair as though she had little problems in the world was Andromeda Tonks. Unlike the others who were dressed in their house colours, Andromeda was dressed in elegant robes and held the scone necklace of the House of Potter around her neck revealing her position.

Just as the other houses began to notice, another surprise came their way as one last figure stepped through the door and Kinsley couldn't hide the grin of satisfaction as not only the wizengamot echoed with shock but their small room did as well.

The silence, however, was penetrated by the soft sound of a walking stick tapping the marble stone of the chamber floor as Arcturus Black, Lord of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black walked through the chamber. The man looked completely relaxed and even had a small smile on his face as he made his way towards the House of Black seat. The man smoothly took a seat next to the House of Potter earning a nod of greeting from Andromeda. On Andromeda's left sat another scone, this time for the House of Bones and Kinsley quickly recognized her to be Healer Chalisse White.

"Lord Arcturus Black," Narcissa's whispered.

Author note:

Wow, that took surprisingly little time to write and I'm really pleased with the chapter! Hope you all enjoyed it!

note: I've also started using another grammar site on top of the two I'm already using. I hope it helps with some of the mistakes and look forward to feedback concerning those items.