A Proper Black

by rene3037769

Fenrir was on a mission to finish what the Dark Lord could not. What he found is not what he expected. Just who is Harry Potter? NON-CANON.

2. Chapter 2

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! If you have any questions please feel free to ask, I will do my best to respond by PM

I made up the ritual in this chapter...

4/27/16 NEW A/N: Have corrected Harry's birthday- thank you Scarlett Woman for pointing out my mistake so that I could fix it!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

{Parseltongue}

With a sharp crack, the man known as Fenton Grey appeared in the alley holding a laughing boy with sandy brown hair in his arms. He stood still for a moment as he tried to make sure that he would not drop the child that seemed determined to fall out of his arms. What kind of baby likes to apparate?

Finally getting a good grip on the boy, he began to stalk through the alley with long strides. He sneered at those that were openly celebrating the downfall of the Dark Lord the night before. He could hear as the people toasted the Boy-Who-Lived and told about his heroic defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He paused as he heard one man tell someone that Harry Potter had survived the killing curse with only a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He quickly continued on his way to the bank while pondering the idiocy of the wizarding public.

How in Merlin's name do they already know about the scar? And what do they mean he survived the killing curse? The killing curse does not leave any marks and no one was there other than me to witness anything. The old man must be spreading rumors. Now I am going to have to do something about that blasted scar. Fenrir snarled as he walked through the doors to the bank and found that there were no lines as everyone was outside celebrating. The Goblins still waited at their counters while reading and updating ledgers. They were always prepared to do business, but on a day like today, they all took time to do general upkeep on the inactive vaults.

He walked up to the head-teller's station and nodded his head at the goblin. "I need to speak with my account manager, Dragontooth." He did not wince when the boy in his arm grabbed his shoulder length sandy blond hair and tried to tug it towards his mouth. With a soft growl, he untangled the little fingers from his hair. "Stop that." Harry just blinked up at him with a gummy smile.

"Wait here." The Goblin hopped off of his stool and disappeared through a door behind the counter. After about five minutes of waiting he returned, followed by a much older Goblin.

"Lord Grey, It has been a while since you came in to manage your account and investments. Follow me." The old Goblin did not even raise his brows at the presence of a child in his customer's arms. The Goblin led them through the dark halls of the bank until they reached his office. "Have a seat Lord Grey. There is nothing really for you to update in our files. Your vault is as you left it with the addition of a few hundred galleons from your investments. Was there something specific you needed from the bank today?"

"Yes. I need you to do an Inheritance Test on this child. He smells off, and he has more magic on him than the glamor I placed." He was not worried about keeping his inner wolf a secret here since the Goblins already knew that he was a werewolf and did not care. They only cared about money and the Grey family had held vaults in their bank since they arrived in England centuries ago. They also respected the money they had earned when Fenrir inherited the vaults and began making investments. His father was never able to manage his money well and had spent more than the vaults earned. Had he lived, Fenrir would have inherited nothing but debt.

"Is that not the Potter child that you are holding?" The Goblin was staring at the boy with an indecipherable look on his face. "I never thought I would see you in the company of a Potter, especially after what happened to the young Lord Black."

Fenrir winced at the mention of his best friend. His death had served no point other than to make sure that the Black Lordship was unclaimed. The Death Eaters had all theorized that James Potter was trying to open an avenue for his friend, the disowned brother of Regulus, to inherit. There had been whispers in the ranks that the old man was going to push the inheritance through if no other heir could be found. It would be completely illegal, but that did not ever seem to sway the Leader of the Light or the people that followed him blindly. As long as it was for the Light it must be okay.

"Like I said. He smells off. I am not sure that he is actually a Potter."

"Well now, that is certainly interesting. It was not even an hour ago that Mr. Dumbledore came into the bank and requested access to the boy's trust fund vault as his Magical Guardian. How is it that you came to be in possession of the boy? I doubt that Mr. Dumbledore would have left him in your care." the Goblin was pulling items out of his desk so that he could carry out the test. He sat a jade bowl on his desk, along with a knife with an onyx handle and a quill from a Blood Phoenix.

"I found him sitting on the doorstep to a muggle home last night. He had been left with a letter that the old man had laced with compulsion charms." Fenrir looked disgusted as he described how he had found the boy. Leaving a magical child with a muggle was just disgusting; he felt that way even if he had planned to kill the boy.

The Goblin bared his teeth at the thought of a child of any race being left alone out in the cold. The Goblin Nation had little respect for Mr. Dumbledore, and this would not help any. "I see. Well then, prick the boy's finger and make sure that three drops of blood fall into this bowl."

Harry fussed when Fenrir pricked his finger and pinched it so that the blood would drop into the bowl. Once the wound was healed he buried his face in the crook of the werewolf's neck and began to chew on one of his other fingers while sniffing. Fenrir noticed that while the boy was fussy, he still had not cried. While thankful, he could not help but wonder if that was normal; especially since he had not seen his parents today.

The Goblin mixed a black potion in with the blood before holding the quill above the liquid. The quill quickly absorbed the potion in the bowl and was held above a blank piece of parchment. With a whispered spell in Gobbledegook, the quill snapped out of the Goblin's hand and began to write across the parchment. Both werewolf and Goblin snarled as they read over the information on the parchment

Unnamed Child: Born July 30, 1980

Known As Harry James Potter

Mother: Morrigan Selena Loxias – Deceased July 30, 1981

Father: Regulus Arcturus Black – Deceased June 15, 1981

Blood Heir: The Most Ancient And Noble House Of Black

The Most Ancient And Noble House Of Loxias

Adopted Heir: The Estate Of The Noble House Of Potter

Magical Heir: The Most Ancient And Most Noble House Of Slytherin

The Magical House Of Riddle

Magical Core blocked by Albus Dumbledore – 80% – October 31, 1981

Family Magic Affinities Blocked by Albus Dumbledore – 95% – October 31, 1981

Appearance Glamor Applied by Albus Dumbledore – July 31, 1980

"What the hell is this?" Fenrir wanted desperately to hurt someone. When a whimper sounded from the boy he was holding, he looked down to see that the boy had fallen asleep and had been disturbed by his yelling. "What does this mean?" He whispered to the Goblin behind the desk while rubbing the back of the toddler awkwardly. The boy settled back down without waking up.

"This means, that the Potters claimed a child that was not their own. They would have had to have known about everything since they did an adoption ritual to make him their heir to the estate, as well as the fact that they would have had to have been present for the glamor charm to take hold. Due to the dates involved, I would have to guess that Lily Potter lost her child not long after his birth, and so they took possession of a child that was still at the hospital whose mother died in childbirth the day before. Mr. Dumbledore may have erased the memory of the boy from the minds of the healers or made them think that the other baby had died instead of the Potter child."

Fenrir looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms. "This is Regulus's child. I want the charms removed immediately and his name changed to one befitting a proper Black. Harry Potter does not exist." He thought he might vomit. "Merlin, Reg's son was being raised by his murderer."

"Removing everything can be done. If it helps, I do not think that there is any way that the Potters could have known who the boy's father was. Morrigan Loxias was not well known in the circles that they would have traveled. She did not even go to Hogwarts. And, while contracts were being drawn up, Lord Black died before he could announce his intention to marry." The Goblin gave a toothy grin to the man in front of him. "I would suggest that you move the majority of the Potter Family Vaults into the Black or Loxias Vaults. Leave enough gold so that the trust vault can still be refiled every year to the set amount for…say five years. That way Mr. Dumbledore will not know until then that something is wrong with the boy he left to muggles. I doubt that he will be checking up on the boy's welfare if he left him on a door step. This should ensure that he never even thinks it possible that this child is the child he claimed was The-Boy-Who-Lived."

"The-Boy-Who-Lived. Are you serious?" When the Goblin just nodded with a toothy grin Fenrir sighed and adjusted his hold on the boy. He had not even noticed the moniker while in the alley. "Transfer it into the Loxias Vault. I don't think that there are any family members left alive from the family to gain access, so it will be assured that the child will be the only one to benefit from the change of vaults."

The Goblin nodded in agreement before dropping a note in a box on his desk where it burned to ash. A few moments later a Goblin entered the room and bowed towards Dragontooth. "Take the boy and remove the Appearance Glamor, also remove the Magical Core Block and the Family Magic Affinity Block. Make sure that he stays asleep during the process so as not be upset by the ritual. Oh, and heal that cut on his head. I can feel some type of magic coming from the cut that I want identified."

The Goblin hissed through his teeth at the mention of the blocks as he gently pulled the boy from the werewolf's arms. He ignored the warning growl that came from the man and quickly made his way from the room with the young child. Fenrir took a moment to compose himself. He had actually wanted to bite the Goblin that had pulled the baby from his arms. What in Merlin's name was that? Unsure of his reaction, he turned his attention back to his account manager.

"He will be back within the next hour or so." The Goblin assured the agitated man before him. "What do you plan to do with the boy? He will need to be looked after and kept away from Mr. Dumbledore."

"I will be taking care of the boy. I want access to the Black Manor in London. The portraits will be able to help make sure that he is raised as a proper Black should be. Reg should have a portrait there. I also want frames from the Loxias Family to hang in the Manor so that they may also be involved with the boy. I know nothing of their family or Family Magic, so I will need some way for the boy to learn his heritage. I will need to leave a message with the Goblins for the Dark Lord. I am not sure where he is, but I know that he will check in with the Goblins at some point. He needs to know that the boy that he tried to kill was the son of Regulus and that he is his Magical Heir. It will explain why he failed to kill the boy. He will also need to know that the Potter whelp died at birth and is not a threat. Make sure that the message explains to the Dark Lord that I will be taking the boy to the Black Manor in London."

The Goblin nodded in agreement as he created a note that would be distributed to all Gringotts branches to await delivery to the Dark Lord. The Goblins did not care about the politics that the Wizards immersed themselves in. They only cared about money and the Dark Lord had never offended them. The Leader of the Light, however, offended them constantly. Mr. Dumbledore continuously tried to stick his nose into their customer's business and dictate what they could and could not do 'for the greater good,' of course. The Goblins had long ago realized that the so called 'greater good' was the greater good of Mr. Dumbledore.

"The message will be waiting at all branches for him to access his vaults. Now, I imagine that you will not want to call the boy Harry James Potter?" The Goblin pulled out another blank piece of parchment to document the boy's new name. "Harry Potter died and is no more. I will make sure that his trust vault is active for five years before Mr. Dumbledore has reason to check on his Mr. Potter. I believe that the Goblin Nation will conduct a Vault Ownership Test and declare him dead at that time." A nasty grin spread across the Goblin's face as he made a note to sever the trust vault from any known magical signatures that could be traced back to the Black child. "Dumbledore will have to produce the child in person to prevent the boy from being declared dead."

"It will be interesting to watch the old man try and found out what happened." Fenrir smirked at the images that played across his mind before answering the Goblin's original question." The boy will have a name that shows he is a Black. His mother was Morrigan…that was the Raven Goddess I think. Hm, how about the name Corvus Hyperion Black. Corvus is the raven constellation. That should please the Blacks with their need to name their children after stars and constellations, and also will link him to his mother. Hyperion will make a good middle name, and I think his father would have seen the humor in it. It should be a strong enough name for the heir of the Black and Loxias families. I don't think that the Dark Lord will care one way or another as long as it is not a common name."

The Goblin just nodded and notated the new name on the Parchment. Within a few moments, the birth record of Corvus Hyperion Black was created and duplicated. One copy was sent to the ministry archives, one was sent to the Goblin archives, a copy was made for each of the family ledgers that the boy was heir to, and the last copy was given to Fenrir. He noted with interest that Corvus Hyperion Black's Legal Magical Guardians was listed as Fenton Grey.

"I have a question Dragontooth." Fenrir said with a pensive look. "Will this not show in the Book of Names at Hogwarts? The old man will surely notice that a new Black is in the book and that Harry Potter is no longer listed."

"That will not be a problem. As the boy was never actually Harry Potter, Mr. Dumbledore would have had to cast a spell on the book to show the boy as living, and the child that Lily Potter gave birth to that night died within a few hours of his birth. It is that child that went through the naming ritual and was named Harry James Potter. An adoption is not automatically listed within the book of names. It would have if they had blood adopted him and gave him a name, but they only did the ritual to make sure that their estate went to him at their death. They did not even bother to give the child a name with a naming ceremony of his own. Frankly, the adoption was not planned out well. Corvus may have gone by the name Harry Potter, but it was never legal since they were calling the boy by the name that belonged and was magically tied to their dead son. Because Mr. Dumbledore corrected the death of Harry James Potter in the Book of Names to show him as living, it will continue to do so until such time as he is again legally declared dead."

"I see. Well that will make everything that much easier. Thank Merlin that they were incompetent when trying to steal a child that was not theirs." Fenrir looked up as a Goblin came in while carrying a wide awake little boy. Taking him back into his arms, Fenrir looked over the boy that now looked nothing like a Potter. Corvus looked like a perfect little Black. He had his father's black hair and had the Black grey eyes. As he looked closer, he could see that his eyes had a ring of purple around the outside of the iris and thin purple lines that streaked from the outside ring towards the pupils. It looked like a lightning storm against a stormy sky. "Must get the purple from his mother." He muttered. The child was defiantly striking. Of course, all of the Black family members were attractive.

The Goblin handed Dragontooth a report before leaving. "Hn, it seems that the magic in the scar was cast to make it impossible for the cut to heal on its own. While we were able to heal it with no problem once the magic was removed, it would have remained a vivid scar that would have caused many problems including headaches and bad eyesight. He would have been more susceptible to mind magic from the caster as it would give them a point of entry that could not be blocked. It is not surprising that it looks like the signature matches that of Mr. Dumbledore."

Fenrir snarled. He was not sure what to make of the old man's actions, but this reeked of manipulation on a grand scale. He decided that he would have to make a list so that he would be able to keep track of the things they knew so that he could give a complete report when the Dark Lord returned. Maybe he would be able to figure out what the old man was planning.

The Goblin broke into Fenrir's thoughts. "Now that you have decided on the name for the boy, do you want to do the ceremony here before going? You may use our ritual room."

"Yes that would be best I think." Fenrir stood and followed the Goblin down a short hall to a plain stone room with a circle of Ruins carved into the middle.

Once he and the baby were alone, he took off all clothing and jewelry that would have any traces of magic on them. He finally entered the circle in his white shirt and grey pants and laid the baby on his back in front of him while he knelt. Fenrir was thankful that he enjoyed researching so much, or he would have no clue what to do. Children were nowhere in his future plans. Fenrir decided to do one of the older Naming Rituals he had found a few years ago. He spoke clearly so that Magic would be able to read his intent in the ritual.

From the North I call into this Circle the Powers of Earth

From the East I call into this Circle the Powers of Air

From the South I call into this Circle the Powers of Fire

From the West I call into this Circle the Powers of Water

Magic, this child is brought before you

I ask that Magic bless this child

By my Magic, I swear to teach this child

By my Magic, I swear to protect this child

By my Magic, I swear to provide for this child

By my Magic, I swear to care for this child

I ask that Magic name this child Corvus Hyperion Black

Corvus Hyperion Black

Child of the Black, Loxias, Slytherin, Riddle families

Blessed be

Fenrir watched as Magic blessed the child and ritual with swirls of black and purple within the circle. It was rare to have a visual display during a ritual, but that could be explained by the ritual being one of the older and darker rituals. Many felt that it was too dangerous to make pledges that amounted to unbreakable vows, but Fenrir thought that it was the least he could do for his friend. Magic would have seen his intent, and he felt that He and Corvus would need all the help they could get.

He made his way out of the Ritual Room and entered Dragontooth's office about the same time another Goblin entered the room and placed a shrunken trunk on the desk before leaving.

"Ah, here we are. These are the portrait frames from the Loxias family vault. They have frames in their manor homes of course, but like many families, had multiple spares placed in their vaults. They will be able to tell you if there are any that need to be retrieved from the manor specifically. I also had them pack a few of the things in the Black Family Vaults that will make caring for a young child easier. There are some toys and learning tools, books appropriate for that age and also some nursery furniture. Lord and Lady Black long ago packed up their nursery, so most of this, if not all, would have been used by the boy's father. Also, I had them include some of the books from the Loxias Vaults that I do not believe will be in the Black Family Library. They may come in handy at some point in the boy's education, especially with Family Magic. I am sure that there are others, but this will do until the portraits can advise you otherwise. I have checked our records and it is clear that the ritual worked and that Magic linked his name to his own magical signature as Corvus Hyperion Black is in the book of names for both Hogwarts and Durmstrang Institute. I believe that his mother went to the latter."

"Thank you. I think that is about all I need to get done today. Oh, wait. Please set up a trust vault under his name. I want it refilled yearly to the amount that Regulus had when he was using a trust vault. I will need you to send me the ledgers for the houses that he is heir to, except for those of the Dark Lord unless he states otherwise. I will decide if any changes need to be made after I have had a chance to go through them. I also want an accounting of everything that was removed from the Potter Vault, and all the contents of the Black and Loxias Vaults. Bar Sirius Black from any vault that is not in his name if that has not been done already. I doubt that there will be anyone to claim the Potter name, but with the way they did the adoption the name may die. The Blacks will be happy for the name to die, and will be pleased that their wealth was absorbed into the vaults of their heir. If Dumbledore does manage to find someone to claim the name, there will be nothing for them to inherit." Fenrir smirked at the grinning Goblin while he tried to think of anything else he needed to do before leaving." I would like for you to manage all of the accounts as that will make things easier communication wise. How will we be able to gain access to the Black Family Manor?" Corvus was now wining and pulling at the robes of Fenrir. "I should probably feed the brat or something. The Blacks had an elf, correct?"

The Goblin finished making a note of everything that had been requested before pulling a box from his desk. "Yes, the there was an elf bound to the House of Black. He should be in the manor when you arrive. This is a Guardian Ring. It will act similarly to an Heir and Lord Ring and serve as a portkey to any of young Mr. Black's homes so that you may care for them. It will automatically update with the properties that will be revealed from our audit into the families' holdings. It will also link to the heir ring that the young Black heir will receive once he turns five." The Goblin passed the box over to Fenrir, who simply placed it on his right ring finger, where it flashed as it resized. Corvus giggled and clapped before he tried to pull Fenrir's hand into his mouth. The Goblin chuckled as Fenrir grimaced and wiped the slobber off of his hand. "To activate it just say out loud, Black Family Manor."

"Lovely." Fenrir stood and gave a respectful nod towards the Goblin. "Thank you for your prompt help this morning. I will be in contact with you soon."

"Of course, Lord Grey. It had been interesting serving you this morning. I will begin the audits of all involved vaults and investments and contact you if the need arises before we next meet."

Fenrir walked out of the bank with no indication showing those around him how stunned he was from the mornings revelations. This is not what he expected when started out for revenge last night. Once they reached the public area for portkey arrivals and departures, Fenrir gripped the boy tighter and said clearly, "Black Family Manor." They disappeared with an excited squeal from the boy.