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Mistress Slytherin

WARNINGS:

VIOLENCE

LANGUAGE

HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP

QUESTIONABLE MORALS

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Chapter 5

"Hadrian Black hmm?" Headmaster Dippet said peering over the papers in his hands. "The Black family isn't one to toy with boy; they may demand blood proof if they hear that you are using their name." He said knowingly Harry grimaced. Oh he knew, he counted on it, but Sirius had made him his blood heir as a child he counted on the fact any test would list him as a child of on Sirius Black- Sirius' grandfather whom he was named after. The fact that his maternal line would automatically assign him the more dominantly magical blood in him would give him the Potter name leaving him for all intents and purposes a pureblood.

Hermione was clever that way.

"I have Black blood in me sir, I have nothing to hide." He said calmly.

"Only the past hmm?" The man said. The man was perceptive Harry could give him that one couldn't get much past this man.

"It isn't that I'm hiding it sir, it's that I'd rather not think about it." He said knowing that his eyes were far too old for any fifteen year old to wear. The man pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

"It isn't the first time a war orphan has come to my school mister Black and it isn't the first time a student has come late, most children were sent to the country when this war began after all, but those children didn't have eyes like yours when they returned. They were for a better part untouched thank the heavens. You have seen the horrors of the war and for that I am truly sorry, I can only hope that you will find some peace here." He said solemnly. Harry nodded his eyes dropping automatically.

"That is the plan sir." He said softly.

"Very well, term started a week ago but you haven't missed much just yet." The headmaster said reaching for the sorting hat. Harry smiled wryly as it settled atop of his head.

Oh…oh well that is interesting…well I hardly suspected this turn of events, why mister Potter you aren't from around here at all are you?

The hat let out an amused chuckle.

Well, let's see then what did I say the last time I sorted you…hohoho! Such fun in being able to predict the same thing twice! This time however you will have no choice I'm afraid! You only get one freebee!

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat hollered Harry winced. Stupid hat, it didn't have to yell…

"Wonderful! I was a Slytherin you know in my day; well I suppose we'll just get you sorted then!" The headmaster said snapping his fingers. Harry jumped reaching for his gun when the elf popped into existence and froze when his hand met dead air. The headmaster stared at him gravely for a moment his smile fading. "Try to find peace here young man, a boy your age shouldn't jump at every little sound." The man said kindly. "Elf, prepare another bed in the Slytherin dormitory and send the prefect up." He said shortly. "Welcome to Hogwarts Mister Black."

Harry laid low his fifth year, since there weren't any Blacks in Hogwarts he only had to keep to himself and keep the others from getting too suspicious or nosy. No one seemed overly curious though, it seemed like most of the generation he'd been dropped into kept to themselves. After a while he realized that every one of them had a story of their own to tell, stories that they didn't particularly want to share. He found that he fit right in. Seeing Dumbledore had thrown him for a loop though, he'd almost forgotten what the old headmaster looked like and nearly choked at the sight of him. He hid it well though and while he was amazed to see the man alive in flesh and blood this wasn't the Dumbledore he knew. This Dumbledore was far younger and far sadder than Harry could ever remember seeing him. Harry had been curious but then again, everyone had their story, their tragedy so he ignored it and like every other Slytherin Dumbledore ignored him for the most part. Harry was almost proud of himself when the day came that he could honestly say that he had survived a year at Hogwarts without something happening to him.

He smiled as he stepped off the scarlet train. He had the whole summer to himself-

"Hadrian Black." Harry stilled. It was too good to be true, really it was. He turned slowly and stared at the man who was scowling at him darkly. Harry knew without a doubt who it was.

Sirius Black.

Harry held his ground though. He'd thought this through, how he would react if he really was an illegitimate son with a father he'd never met.

"Lunch?" He said tilting his head slightly. The man's lips remained firm as he looked Harry over once, twice and then again before the man sneered.

"Follow me boy." He snapped. Harry clenched his jaw and decided it was best to follow the man. They made their way through the crowd of students and Harry stepped back automatically when the man made a sudden swipe at him. Dark eyes narrowed on him. "I need to apparate us." The man said shortly.

"I'd rather not." Harry said taking another step back.

"If you are in fact family why would I hurt you?" The man said casually.

"If you were in fact my father then I have absolutely no reason to trust you." Harry said coldly.

"Oh?" The man said a hint of fire in his gaze.

"I might pose a problem to your marriage, you might want to make me disappear, and I'm rather fond of existing." Harry said calmly.

"So, with this logic, how do you suggest we find a place to speak hmm?" The man said crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't want your money, I'm not about to shame your name and frankly I have no use for a father, as far as I'm concerned there is no reason for us to talk. Let's continue the way we are, I'll pretend that you don't exist and you can ignore that I exist." He said crossing his own arms and mimicking the man's gesture.

"I need to prove that you are in fact family, I can't have every orphan off the street using the Black name." The man said stiffly. Harry snorted.

"What you want my blood? I'm not an idiot." He said narrowing his eyes. The man relaxed slightly his gaze steady, Harry remained on guard though.

"Very well, let's meet on neutral ground then, Gringotts has the materials necessary for such a transaction." He said silkily. Harry narrowed his eyes and nodded sharply.

"Fine. Gringotts, in two hours?" He said cautiously.

"Why not now?" And then the man was gone. Harry cursed, he knew what the man was after, it was a blood trait of the Black family, the ability to walk from one place to another using a tear in time and space. Harry could do it, but he hated it. His godfather Sirius had left a great deal to Harry without ever telling him when he adopted him that summer before he died. Harry took a deep breath before stepping forwards keeping Gringotts in his minds eye. A second later he was stepping out of thin air and into the brightly lit Diagon Ally. He felt slightly ill but refused to show it when Sirius Black turned his shrewd eyes onto him thoughtfully.

"After you Lord Black." Harry said dryly.

"My son Regulus can't even do that." The man said annoyed as he stepped through the doors. Harry sent the man a sneer behind his back.

"Do we even need to go through the blood test?" Harry asked annoyed.

"I need to know who your mother was." The man said scowling.

"Potter." Harry snapped causing the man to stiffen and turn to him his face pale. "You couldn't tell?" Harry said reaching up and adjusting his glasses.

"No…" Black's face went completely white and stared at Harry aghast.

"What?" Harry said feeling uncomfortable.

"Darla? She left me though…" The man looked as though he was seeing a ghost and Harry took a step back when the man took a step towards him. Harry's mind worked rapidly Hermione was better than good if she had figured even this out.

"Darleen Ann Potter." Harry said uncomfortably. "I never met her, at least not that I can remember, she put me in the orphanage and took off, I was seven when they came and told me that she'd died in a Bliz, it was the first time I'd seen my birth certificate." Harry said cautiously. Yet as he watched Lord Black he knew that Hermione was truly a genius to have figured out even this, how long had she been working on this? And he'd never had a clue, too caught up in a war that was slowly destroying him. She could have escaped he realized, she could have come and left him behind, but she hadn't, she'd sent him, but that was Hermione wasn't it? Always caring for her boys above anyone else.

"We…we had a son?" The man said staring at Harry in awe. Harry grimaced.

"You aren't going to hug me are you?" He said wrinkling his nose in distress. Hermione had been the only one that he allowed to touch him after Ron he couldn't stand anyone else getting near him.

"No, no but first the test." The man said nodding abruptly his eyes a bit hazy. Harry followed after him cautiously listening in as Lord Black spoke with the goblin in low hushed tones. A paper was procured and Harry was handed a knife. He gazed at Lord Black suspiciously for a moment before cutting the palm of his hand and watching the blood drip onto the paper. He watched in fascination as two family tries began to spread out, his mother's blood wouldn't register but it would only be suspicious if he was missing a family tree. With Sirius' blood the Black Family tree spread out across one side of the parchment while the Potter family tree spread out on the other. Since James Potter didn't yet exist the maternal line would automatically go to…Darleen Ann Potter, the last female Potter. Hermione had written that she had in fact died in muggle London running from an obsessive lover. Judging by the look on Lord Black's face Harry had no doubt just who that obsessive lover had been.

"My…son." He whispered as the name Hadrian Black formed under his name. It was the only Sirius Black that existed after all and now that the documentation had been made it couldn't be changed even when Sirius was actually born. Hermione was right; he was permanently placed into this timeline now.

"Are we done here?" Harry said taking a step back.

"Oh I should think not!" The man said almost feverishly. "You will need new robes yes! And oh a party! We must throw a ball!" He said clapping his hands excitedly. Harry was thoroughly alarmed and took a step back.

"Look I don't mean to be ungrateful and all but I don't need a party…"

"Of course of course!" The man said his face softening. "You have Darla's shy disposition, she never did like grand parties." The man said with an understanding nod. "I suppose I should inform the Potters as well or do they know?" He asked Harry curiously. Harry blinked at the suddenly cruel look in the man's eyes. Harry bit his lip.

"I didn't really expect anyone to accept me." He said darkly. "Why would I tell the Potters? I never knew my mother; she was just a name on a piece of paper." He said crossing his arms defensively. Half truths he supposed, he hadn't ever known his mother.

"Ah…my poor son, you will be well taken care of now, you need worry for nothing." The man said reaching out and patting Harry on the shoulder. Harry flinched slightly and took a step away making the man frown slightly. "Too soon, much too soon I suppose, I must return home and alert the family, what is the name of the Orphanage you are staying in? I will arrange the paperwork swiftly." The man said a small smile on his lips.

"The orphanage was destroyed." Harry said softly. "The blitz" He said shortly. Lord Black frowned.

"And where have you been since?" He demanded.

"The streets." Harry said just as shortly. "Lots of us, orphans that is, we would camp out in empty buildings when we could get rations we ate, when we couldn't we starved." He said shrugging. Lord Black looked horrified.

"You will come home with me!" He said a note of finality in his voice. Harry held up his hands.

"Whoa wait I can't just walk into your house like that! You have a wife don't you? And son's, you mentioned them, I can't just do that!" He said shaking his head.

"My children have grown up and moved away already, they hardly even drop by to say hello these days, it's been Hesper and I for six years now, Hesper is my wife you see, quiet as a mouse that one, but you don't want to get on her bad side hehe!" Harry had run out of excuses and he knew it. He'd jinxed himself, he should have known, things were going too smoothly.

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