Disclaimer: J.K. owns it all

The room was covered in shades of grey and black. It looked royal, black curtains with gold embroidery hung around all the portraits, the curtains were drawn on most of them. The floor was covered with soft black carpet and the chairs were more like thrones covered in grey with gold coloured cushions. The centre of the table had an emerald for the buzzer.

As soon as Harry entered the room, the portraits hissed in disdain, one muttering that he could not believe that a descendent of the Black and Potter bloodlines, tainted it by marrying a mudblood and that his son now, was the Lord of the ancient and most noble house of Black. Before Harry could turn to look at the portrait or respond in any fashion, Griphin had reached the end of the room and wrenched open the door. Harry followed Griphin, down two flights of stairs before he saw the cart. As they journeyed in, Harry realised that they were going deeper and deeper underground. Much deeper than the Lestrange's vault, when the cart finally stopped, Harry realised that there were no dragons here to protect the vaults. As if sensing his question Griphin said "These are oldest vaults at Gringotts, they are protected by blood magic, if anyone other than the Lords or their spouses or blood tries to open the vaults; they die."

Griphin touched the ring with the Black Family Crest on the vault door and ran his finger down the vault door. As soon as he entered the vault Harry realised that it wasn't anything like his or the Lestrange's vault. He had entered a well decorated room with three doors in front of him; Griphin walked to the door at the centre and opened it, motioning Harry to walk in. The room was arched high and was full of portraits with their covers. Harry heard Sirius call from the end of the wall on his right. Sirius's portrait was standing next to the portrait of a handsome man with grey eyes and black wavy hair much like Sirius himself. Harry briefly glanced at the name of the man who was glaring at him with hatred "Lord Orion Black". Harry didn't wish stay much longer, so he unstuck Sirius' portrait from the wall, covered it with a curtain and walked out of the vault. The portraits hissed and cursed him but they were no were near that blasted portrait of Walburga Black.

Harry heard Sirius and his father laugh about something, as soon as he reached the door of the Potter's meeting room. When Harry entered James gave a whoop and cheered, Harry laughed, his father it seemed was a very energetic person. "What are you laughing at?" James asked Harry.

"Nothing." Harry said shrugging.

"Have you thought about what to do with this stupid mutt's portrait" James asked, shoving Sirius playfully. Harry shook his head "Probably take it back with me to the Burrow and then once I get a place of my own, I will keep it there."

"Or you can leave him at Potter Manor. Lily hasn't seen him in years, she would be glad to meet him, just take him to the study when you get there."

"Prongsie! I knew you would come to your senses someday" Sirius said hugging James "I knew you loved me more than Red. By the way Prongsie, the study?" He wagged his eyebrows at James "Aren't you my adorable dork." James rolled his eyes, smirking slightly. Harry looked at his father and Godfather incredulously, had they always been this crazy?

"Don't worry Harry, in the end your father chose his girlfriend over his boyfriend." Charlus Potter said, smirking at Harry's expression. "I am telling you, he realises his mistake now, I am his one true love" Sirius said. Harry shook his head, smiling slightly, before crossing the room to get to the fireplace. He waved his wand and the fire blazed merrily, he found a pretty blue bowl full of floo powder on the mantelpiece. He threw some powder in the flames, stepped in and shouted "Potter Manor". As he spun through several fireplaces, Harry couldn't suppress his excitement. He was going home.