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{Parseltongue}

Walburga Maia Black's portrait snapped awake when an unknown man portkeyed into the entry hall of her home with a laughing baby dangling upside down from his arms. It took the portrait a few moments of blinking at the sight of the large man trying to pull the baby upright without dropping it before she was able to question the interlopers as to their reason for disturbing her rest.

"Who are you that you dare to disturb the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black?" The baby stopped giggling and turned wide eyes towards her painting as she screeched at the man in her most annoying tone of voice. Fenrir had finally manhandled the baby so that he was back in an upright position. The portrait blinked as the baby waved to her with a tiny hand before hiding his face in the man's neck. "I will not allow you to defile this house with your filth. This is not a house that will be sullied by the shame that came from my loins." She was just working up to a good rant about her eldest son when the man cleared his throat to catch her attention.

"Lady Black. I am not here on behalf of the blood traitor Sirius Black. I would never design to defile your house with the filth that the Light presses onto people. I am…I was a friend of Regulus, my name is Fenton Grey."

"He told me about you. You are the one known as Fenrir Grayback." The painting was now looking down at the man before her with narrowed eyes. "There is nothing left for you here wolf. My son is dead and the shame that turned on his family will be able to claim the house, especially now that the Dark Lord is gone. You will not be able to hide from the Light here."

"I am not here to hide from the Light Madam. I have come because I found out that Regulus had a son and this is the best place I could think of for him to be raised as a proper Black." Fenrir enjoyed the look of shock that the portrait could not contain. "There is a lot that will need to be explained, but I am not sure when the brat last had anything to eat." Corvus seemed to agree as he tied to stuff his fist in his mouth as he again stared up at the portrait that was now looking at him with interest shining in her eyes.

"Kreacher!" Corvus jumped in Fenrir's arms when a small body popped into the room. Before the Portrait could issues orders for the elf to find something appropriate for the toddler to eat, Corvus began to squirm wildly in Fenrir's arms. Startled, Fenrir sat the boy on the floor before he dropped him. Corvus immediately took off like a bullet and launched himself at the unsuspecting elf.

"Look Fen Look. Mine." The toddler began to giggle as Kreacher began to mutter in confusion while holding as still as possible as he was hugged by an excited todler.

"Small wizard has attached to Kreacher. Kreacher is not sure what small wizard is being doing in the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Kreacher is being wondering why mistress has called Kreacher. Does Mistress needs Kreacher to rid the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black of the small and large new wizards?" Kreacher looked up to the portrait for direction while Fenrir just rubbed his temples.

"Kreacher, you will find something for the boy to eat while Lord Fenton Grey." With a look at the man before her she corrected herself. This was her son's friend. "While Fenrir and I talk in the study. Please inform the portraits of Phineas, Orion, and Regulus that they are needed in the frame of the study as well." Kreacher nodded causing his ears to flop back and forth on his head. Kreacher looked down at the small wizard that was still attached to him, unsure if he was supposed to take the boy with him or not. He was saved as Fenrir pulled the squirming boy away. Kreacher popped away as the boy wined at the spot the elf had disappeared from.

"Mine." Corvus pouted at an unimpressed Fenrir who simply sighed and gripped the boy tightly so that he could not get down again. He ended up holding Corvus so that he was facing away from him and dangling limply from his arms. This was almost like carrying him last night, the boy immediacy went limp and calm, just like a cub. Once the boy was limp and no longer wriggling like a demented flobberworm, Fenrir looked up at the portrait of his best friend's mother expectantly.

"Meet me in the room on the left past the stairway." With one last bemused glance at the man and boy in her entry hall, she left her frame.

Fenrir was impressed when he walked entered the study. The room was decorated in warm brown woods without being overly dark. The desk sat facing the door from across the room and to the right while to the left of the door a sitting area had been created facing a fireplace with a large portrait frame above it. Two leather chairs sat in front of the desk while a comfortable couch in matching upholstery was situated in front of the fireplace. The hardwood floor was covered in a thick cream carpet. Fenrir made his way over to settle onto the couch with a relieved sigh. It had been a long day and he had never been around a baby before. Babies were apparently able to suck out all the energy of the adults around them. Corvus did not even bother moving or protesting the movement; he just continued to hang over Fenrir's arms and stare at the floor while chewing on his fingers.

Walburga smirked at the disgruntled young man that was staring down at the boy he said was her grandson. "You have never been around small children, have you?"

"No." Fenrir muttered while still glaring at the back of the boy's head. Is this normal? Surely that cannot be comfortable. He had never even understood how cubs and other small animals could be so content while being carted around by the scruff of the neck, so a limp child in his arms was just odd. Fenrir finally looked up when he heard a gasp coming from the frame above the fireplace. Walburga had been joined by three men, one of which caused Fenrir's heart to clench with sadness.

"Fenrir? What are you doing here, mate? Is that a baby?" Regulus was staring at his friend incredulously. "You made a baby?"

Fenrir huffed and rolled his eyes. "No you moron, I did not make a baby. You did." He adjusted his grip and held the boy up towards the portrait by holding him underneath his arms. Corvus finally looked up and stared up at the four people in the portrait while chewing on one of his fingers. He smiled around his fingers and waved with the other hand to the people looking down from the frame. Fenrir pulled the baby back to his lap as the portrait of his friend processed what he had just been told. The other two men stepped closer to the canvas of the painting and narrowed their eyes as they examined the boy.

"I made a baby?" Regulus whispered. "That's my son. Mother! I have a son!" The excited echo of the man that had been Regulus Black turned to his mother in excitement.

"Yes, I heard." Walburga sat in one of the chairs available in the painting as she looked at her son. "Apparently, your friend here just found him and needs to tell us some things." Once the others were settled in the various chairs and couches provided in the painting, she turned back to the young man sitting on the couch. "Do you know who the boy's mother is and who her family is?" Regulus looked interested. He had not been seriously involved with anyone the last time he had updated his memories for the portrait. Though, he did have his eye on a lovely young woman that had gone to school at Durmstrang.

"Oh, that reminds me. I have their spare portrait frames from their vault. His mother was Morrigan Selena Loxias. Do you mind if I place them on the wall so I only have to explain this once?" Fenrir pulled the shrunken trunk out of his pocket and enlarged it.

Walburga nodded. "It would be no hardship to share space with the Loxias family. They are a good Dark family that followed the Old Ways. Look for the frames that are labeled as Morrigan Selena Loxias, of course; then we should see if you have frames for her father and grandfather; Cadeyrn Sebastian and Alaric Gwydion respectively. I know her mother never sat for a portrait for some reason, so there will not be one for her. Fenrir shuffled through the stack of portraits and found the three frames he needed while still holding onto Corvus.

Kreacher Popped into the room, causing Corvus to squeal and begin to wiggle. Kreacher just stood eyeing the baby from across the room while holding a plate of food that had been cut into bite size pieces. There were little pieces of baked chicken, green beans, and chips.

Fenrir looked from the elf to the baby in his arms for a moment. He just knew that the brat would take off if he sat him down. Looking around, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and transfigured it into a child sized chair. He placed Corvus on the chair and then used a sticking charm to hold him there as he wiggled around. Corvus finally just stared up at Fenrir with his lightning storm eyes and pouted.

"Don't look at me like that brat." Fenrir grabbed an ugly vase off of a corner table and transfigured it into a small table that he sat in front of Corvus so that he could eat while still within sight of the werewolf. Walking over to Kreacher he handed the elf the three frames he had pulled from the trunk and grabbed the plate of food to place in front of the baby. He paused before sitting the plate down and stared down at the child that was again wigging in the seat he had created. "He can feed himself right?"

"Only one way to find out, young man. Put the plate down and see what he does. Kreacher, add those portraits to the Hall and send the occupants here once you call them to the frames." Walburga was clearly the one in charge of the house, even if she was just a portrait. Kreacher popped away with the frames and Fenrir settled himself back on the couch so that he was in reaching distance of the boy if something happened.

Corvus tried a few more times to detach his bottom from the chair that he was sitting on before realizing that there was food in front of him. Using his fingers, he began to pick up pieces of food and place them in his mouth. A few moments later, Kreacher came in with a magical baby cup. It looked like a miniature glass for an adult, but when tipped over, a magical barrier would prevent the liquid from falling out of the cup. Most of the purebloods still used these instead of the newer muggle sippy cups that most of the Light families were using because they helped the children get used to the feel of a regular cup. Corvus played with it for a few moments before figuring out how to properly drink from it.

Fenrir sighed and leaned back when he realized that the baby was able to feed himself without too much trouble. A snort drew his gaze back to the portrait above the fireplace. All four black were smirking at him with raised brows. Fenrir just shrugged. He knew that he knew nothing about babies, which is why he came here to begin with.

The figures in the painting were distracted from their inspection of the two occupants of the study by noise coming from outside their frame that seemed to be getting closer to their portrait. Soon, three additional figures joined the Blacks. Walburga greeted Cadeyrn and his father with a smile. While Cadeyrn went to Durmstrang and she went to Hogwarts many of the Dark families made sure to socialize together at balls and functions throughout the year. The families tended to be a very tightly knit group; even more so since Dumbledore began to spread his Light propaganda. Most of the Light families had stopped attending any pureblood functions at all, so the Dark families had very little interaction with the Light families.

"Would someone like to explain why our Portraits were called to the House of Black? Not that it is not lovely to be here, my dear." Alaric nodded at Walburga politely as he settled into one of the arm chairs in the painting.

"Not to worry, My Lord." Walburga nodded at the stern looking man. "Fenrir here, who is also known as Lord Fenton Grey, has asked that you be included while he explains, however, to catch up you up to what we know, somehow he has come into possession of a child of both of our houses." At her brief explanation, the Loxias family members sat forward to get a better look at little boy who was still using his fingers to pick up the small pieces of his food at his miniature table.

"Is that my child?" Morrigan asked while smiling softly at the child. When Fenrir nodded, she asked in confusion. "Then how did you end up with him? Obviously I died for my portrait to be active, but what happened?"

"You knew that you were going to have a baby?" Regulus looked at the woman he had hoped to marry.

Nodding sadly she replied. "I found out right after you were killed. I updated the memories for my portrait twice during my pregnancy so that I would remember as much as I could. I had decided to update them every few months, in case something happened to me like it did to you and some other members of Dark families. The last update though, was while I was only seven months along."

"Alright, this is going to take some time to explain everything, but I will tell you everything that I know. I know that the Black portraits have already heard of the 'Dark Lord's Defeat,' have the portraits in your home heard as well?"

"Yes," Alaric nodded. "Our elves brought us the news sometime last night; they try to keep us up to date on what is happening when no one is in residence. They said that the Potter child killed him." The others nodded in agreement that the information matched what they had heard from their own frames.

"Well, I was waiting outside for the Dark Lord, when it happened. Both Sirius Black and that oaf Hagrid showed up not long after. I overheard the gamekeeper telling Sirius Black that he was taking Harry to his relatives on Dumbledore's orders, and when he left with the baby, I decided that I would kill the child myself. I made my way to Surrey, where Lily Potter's muggle family lived, and found the baby sitting on a doorstep." Everyone in the painting was now staring at the werewolf in shock.

"What kind of person leaves a baby on a doorstep?" Walburga asked incredulously. The others just nodded at her comment. None present had any respect for the Potter family, but considered it cruel to leave a child out in the cold. No one mentioned the fact that Fenrir had gone to kill the child to begin with.

"Apparently the Light kind." Fenrir muttered. "Well, I checked out the baby to make sure that it was the Potter child…and found that he smelled funny…just…not right. I could smell the Potters, but I could also smell Regulus."

After a few moments of silence to process the information, Regulus had to explain to the confused Loxias family that Fenrir was a werewolf and would have been able to smell him, even if there was magical interference. They had not made the connection from Walburga's introduction to the werewolf that people around England feared. Fenrir then took a moment to explain that he had control when transformed and would not harm the child even when transformed, causing the occupants of the portrait that had not known about him to relax back into their seats.

"I took the brat with me, so that I could find out what was going on before killing him. He was not scared at all when I carried him off while in my wolf form. The next morning, I took him to Gringotts. I found out while on the way that Dumbledore had already spread the story of him surviving the killing curse with just a scar." He just nodded in agreement as the others exclaimed about how idiotic that sounded. "I don't even know how he got people to believe it without proof, but that is what people were talking about. I heard about it the whole time I was in the alley. I went to my account manager and had him run an Inheritance Test, which showed his parents as Morrigan and Regulus. It also showed that he had no legal name but was known as Harry James Potter and was the heir to both of your families, the heir to the Potter's estate by adoption, and the Magical Heir of Slytherin and Riddle." The occupants gasped as they realized what Fenrir was alluding to with his story.

Regulus jumped out of his chair. "With Tom making me his magical heir, it would have passed to my son. Magic would never allow a parent or head of family to harm their child or heir. Great Merlin. The Dark Lord is alive!" Regulus paused and narrowed his eyes at his friend. "Wait, what do you mean he had no legal name?"

"I will get to that in a minuet. But yes, Magic probably relocated the Dark Lord somewhere far away with a severe magical drain as a warning for his actions against his heir. I think it will take at least a few months if not a year before he gathers enough strength to go to Gringotts, where he will receive a letter explaining what happened and where we are. I don't really remember what we looked up while researching before he made you his Magical Heir, but I do remember that the consequences get gradually worse with each attack. I don't even want to know what would have happened if I did not track down the child. He probably would have continued to attack him, causing him to become some sort of deformed being with no magic left." The portraits all nodded in agreement. One did not cross Magic without consequences.

"On top of all that, we found out that Dumbledore placed a Magical Core Block on the boy to block the majority of his magic, a block for any Family Magic he may have an affinity to, also placed the charm on him that made him look like a Potter-which the Potters would have been aware of, and then used his magic on the scar that everyone was talking about in the alley. It would have kept the scar from healing and given him an opening to use mind magics later."

The portraits started to yell as they heard what had happened to a child of Black and Loxias. Phineas, being the oldest of the family heads present was livid. "I will be keeping a close eye on that man's office. He has no business being around small children. I can see that it was a mistake to spend most of my time sleeping and not keeping an eye on the fool." He continued to mutter as the others continued to ask questions of Fenrir.

Corvus was now looking at the painting as they ranted. No one noticed that he was starting to get upset at all the yelling. They did not notice the sky outside darkening as it started to rain. Rainy weather was normal for this part of the country and the weather frequently changed with no warning. He still could not get his bottom unstuck from the little chair and no one was paying any attention to the little boy who now had big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. With a loud crack, a surprised Kreacher appeared in the room while holding a soapy dishpan in his hands. He looked at the startled portraits and wizard in confusion.

"What is it Kreacher? Why are you holding a dishpan?" Regulus asked the elf from above the fireplace.

"Kreacher does not know, Kreacher is being washing the dishes and making dinner for Lord Grey and the new little wizard, and then Kreacher is being pulled in here."

"Pulled?" Walburga asked.

"MINE!" Corvus yelled from his seat while reaching towards the elf. "Mine, Stuck." He bounced in his seat to make his point while waiting for the elf to get him off the chair.

"Oh my, the boy summoned the elf to him. Fenrir, I think the boy is tired of sitting there. It looks like he was upset by all the noise we were making." When Cadeyrn pointed out the tears that were still on the boy's face, everyone looked suitably abashed. "There there, little one, you are alright, now." he said soothingly from his seat in the frame.

"Father, it's raining. I think that he may have your affinity to the elements." Morrigan pointed towards the window with glee. The Loxias family had an affinity to different aspects of the elements that would show up every few generations when there was a child with strong enough magic.

"Oh, how wonderful. Fenrir, that will be something that you need to keep an eye on. The boy will need to learn Occlumency early to help control his emotions. It is probably a good thing that the weather here changes at the drop of a feather." Walburga was looking at the boy with pride. It was always wonderful when two powerful families combined and created a powerful heir.

Fenrir sighed at the thought of the boy being even more work. He picked the boy up after canceling the sticking spell and wiped his face clean of food and tears. Sitting back down, the boy began to rub his face on his shirt making the werewolf look at him as though he was going to attack him at any moment.

"He is just tired Fenrir, pat him on the back or move softly from side to side." Walburga advised the uncomfortable man on the couch. She smirked as the man began to pat the baby on the back as though he was a dangerous potion that would explode at any moment. He began to sway from side to side as the baby calmed down and began to chew on his fingers. It only took a few minutes for the exhausted baby to fall fast asleep.

Fenrir looked up at the portrait in panic. "Now what?" He was not sure why he was panicking now when he had not before, but now that there was someone-even if it was just a painting-that actually knew what to do with children, he felt as though he was going to do something wrong and damage the child.

"Just hold him while we talk. You are doing fine." Walburga soothed the clueless man. It was clear that he had made the right decision to come to the family portraits for help. He son had good taste in friends

"Oh, I wish I could hold him in my arms." Morrigan whispered from her seat beside a sad Regulus. He was rubbing her back comfortingly. Neither of them would ever have the chance to hold their son or comfort him.

"It will be alright Morrigan, we will still be here as he grows up. We may not be able to hold him yet, but we can make sure that he knows who we are." Regulus noticed that his mother and father were looking at him with pride and felt that he must have said the right thing.

He was proven right a few moments later when Morrigan sat up straight and looked towards Fenrir. You said that you would explain why he had no legal name. Everyone in the painting sat forward and looked at Fenrir expectantly.

"Right." He shifted to a more comfortable position and then made sure that the child was still asleep. "Well apparently, from what we could tell, Harry James Potter died a few hours after birth. He had lived long enough to go through the naming ceremony, but did not survive long after that. We think that Dumbledore helped the Potters take a baby whose mother died from the hospital so no one would know. They simply glamoured him with a permanent charm and began to call him by their dead son's name. That is how he was able to inherit the estate. They adopted him in a way that made him the heir to the estate only. Someone could theoretically come forward and claim the name and title, but we moved most of the contents of the Potter Vault to the Loxias Vault. There is only enough left in the Potter Vault to keep the Trust Vault of Harry Potter active for five years. We hope that keeps Dumbledore busy."

"Hold on just a minute," Regulus was now rubbing his temples. "Are you telling me that the Potters, not only stole my son, but called him by the name of their dead baby?" When Fenrir nodded he blanched. "That is extremely creepy." He muttered. The older members of the family agreed, but were able to keep their composure a little bit better. Morrigan had placed a hand over her mouth and was staring out of the frame in horror, it was an affront to Magic to not give a child a naming ceremony.

Alaric grimaced. "Well. At least you were able to basically bankrupt the Potter family. Even if no one will know until someone tries to claim the rights to the family holdings. The family should be dead and gone now, and the Blacks will persevere." This seemed to help cheer everyone up. James Potter tried to destroy the Black legacy and now they were destroyed themselves. It seemed fitting. "Please continue Fenrir."

"I asked that everything be audited and put my account manager in charge of the accounts. I should be receiving ledgers and would appreciate help in deciphering the ones pertaining to your families. I will do my best to manage them until the boy can take over at his majority. I am listed as his Magical Guardian which is how we came to be here." He held up his hand so that the others could see his Guardian Ring.

"Yes yes, you did wonderfully. Now what did you name my grandson." Walburga was now leaning forward and looking at Fenrir impatiently.

Fenrir shifted nervously causing those in the painting to narrow their eyes in suspicion. "Corvus Hyperion Black." Fenrir said reluctantly. He had been sure that they would approve, but now was not sure.

"Aw." Morrigan cooed in the direction of her sleeping baby. "What a lovely name."

Walburga sat back with a satisfied smile. "A proper constellation name, I approve."

"Corvus was the raven constellation, so I thought that both families would approve, seeing as how Morrigan was a goddess associated with the raven. I thought Reg would like Hyperion."

As the others smiled, Regulus started to laugh. "Wasn't Hyperion the Titan god of light?" When Fenrir just smirked and nodded, the other's joined Regulus in laughter. "The old man was going to try and put the boy everyone knew as Harry Potter as the Light's champion. Oh, I like the name, Fenrir." Regulus smiled down at his friend who was still rubbing his son's back.

"I think it is a proud name." Orion said while Phineas nodded in agreement. "The boy will have a lot to learn. He is a bit young now, but we can start by telling him stories about the history of Magic and our families. Once he is a bit older, we will begin his education. For right now, Phineas, Alaric, Cadeyrn, and I will begin to help you sort through the ledgers and such when they come. Phineas will not be here very much, as it is probably a good idea for him to keep an eye on Dumbledore's office as much as possible." Phineas nodded and disappeared from the frame.

Walburga then begin to plan with Morrigan before turning to Fenrir. "You will need to get some things from our vault. There is no baby furniture left in the house or any children's toys or books." She paused when Fenrir gestured to the trunk that was still sitting beside the couch.

"Actually, the Goblins said they packed up all that stuff for me to bring with me. Dragontooth said that you had packed it all away some time ago. He said that he included some things from the Loxias Vault, including some books on their family magic."

Walburga nodded. "Dragontooth was also our account manager and would not have steered you wrong. Kreacher." When the elf popped back into the room, Walburga began to give him detailed instructions. "Kreacher. Fenrir will be staying her indefinitely. The boy he is holding is Regulus's son, Corvus. You are to serve them as a proper Black elf should. Do you understand?"

Kreacher nodded without taking his eyes off of the small boy. "Kreacher has a little Master to take care of again? Kreacher will take care of Little Master Corvus and his Lord Grey."

"Good. Now, that trunk has things for the nursery. I want you to set up the master suite for Lord Grey, and the adjoining room as the nursery. Once the child is older, he can move into his own suite. There are other frames in the trunk as well. Confer with the Loxias family already present to see which ones should be added to the portrait hall." When the elf popped away with the trunk, she turned her attention to Fenrir. "You have proven yourself to be a good friend to my son, and I thank you for bringing my grandson here."

"I could do nothing else once I found out that he was Reg's child." Fenrir nodded at the thankful smile that Regulus sent his way. "I know nothing of children and never planned on having my own, so I will do the best I can to raise my friend's son, but I know I would fail without direction." He shifted at the looks he was receiving from the portraits. "I am sure that the Dark Lord will do better at teaching the brat how to be proper and such once he returns." I hope he hurries up. Babies are not a part of my job description. Fenrir just smiled and tried to look confident as he shifted the weight of the baby again. For the love of Merlin, did the brat eat…rocks?