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I JUST WANT TO CLARIFY SOMETHING BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER, I WILL BE WRITING MY STORIES WHICH WILL FOLLOW THE CANON THEME LINE, THAT'S ALL, I WILL BE CHANGING EVERYTHING ELSE. These stories are all my ideas that stem from my thoughts, I have searched high and low for these kinds of stories through many websites but found none. So, In a heated moment, I decided to start writing what I want to read, if you feel the need to constantly willify my writing or tell me these ideas are bad then please do not read, I pour my heart out for these stories working alongside with my 6-month baby, I leave some loose threads because I want to tie them at the end of the story and I am seeing the big picture. For example, Blacks leave Dumbledore when he tries to imperio the Blacks, it's because they know in court one can only prove when the curse has been cast not before the curse was cast, as the house shielded them. Also, to people asking how the children talk so well despite their young age, I have told you before and I am telling you again, I feel the magical children mature faster than normal children, they have training in things to do, to the reviewers who mentioned that the lost child will be Hermione, I am asking how did you come to that conclusion? Malfoys trademark is their pale blonde hair, she has brown air. They will be learning all the subjects beforehand, so In my story, the children will talk like this only. I will be uploading every week from now on, thank you for reading my rant. Love

Chapter 8

A Truth Denied

Arcturus Black rose to his feet, his posture one of controlled but simmering rage. "Lucius Malfoy, in light of these new revelations, I demand that you submit yourself to Veritaserum interrogation or swear a magical vow to affirm your innocence in this grievous matter. It's a simple request unless, of course, you have something to hide."

Lucius looked as if he'd been stung. "This is preposterous! Veritaserum is not infallible. I have already been cleared of any wrongdoings in the past; there's no need for such drastic measures."

Arcturus's lips twitched into a cold, sarcastic smile. "Oh, I understand. It's not the Veritaserum that's fallible, it's your memory. Cleared of past wrongdoings, you say? How convenient for you? But we are discussing a current and highly incriminating matter. Your refusal is practically an admission of guilt."

Lady Marchbanks, the acting Chief Warlock, leaned forward, her gaze sharp. "Lord Black's demand is reasonable given the gravity of the allegations. Lucius, do you submit?"

Lucius hesitated, looking increasingly trapped, then finally blurted out, "I object! It is not fair for me to be subjected to such questioning under duress!"

Arcturus snorted, unable to keep the scorn out of his voice. "Duress? Is that the term we're using now for being caught in a web of lies and deceit? You have an unnamed child out there, Lucius. The least you can do is stand up and be truthful, for once. Or is the concept of honor too challenging for you?"

The room was thick with tension, every set of eyes flitting between Lucius and Arcturus. The atmosphere was so charged, that one could almost feel static in the air.

Lady Marchbanks finally spoke, "Your refusal to submit to Veritaserum or a magical vow, Mr. Malfoy, casts a deep shadow over your credibility. We will proceed with the annulment, and an investigation will be launched into the matter of this unnamed child. Do you have any objections?"

Lucius looked defeated and thoroughly cornered. "No," he muttered, looking away from Narcissa's piercing gaze.

Arcturus sat back down, a mirthless smile crossing his face. "A wise decision. Because you can be certain, Lucius, that the truth has a way of revealing itself, whether you like it or not."

Arcturus Black stood again, locking eyes with Lucius. "Given the refusal of Mr. Malfoy to submit to either Veritaserum or a magical vow voluntarily, I call for a vote. His allegations against my family and the mysterious presence of an unnamed child listed in his union with my niece demand clarity and the assurance of his truthful account."

Lucius was red-faced, his hands shaking slightly. "This is an invasion of privacy! My marital issues should not be public knowledge!"

Arcturus chuckled coldly. "Oh, I agree, Lucius. Marital issues generally are private matters—until, of course, one party decides to drag it in front of the Wizengamot. By filing an official complaint against the House of Black, you've made your private issues the concern of the wizarding community."

Lady Marchbanks, nodding in agreement, raised her wand. "Very well, let's put this to a vote. All in favor of compelling Lucius Malfoy to submit to either Veritaserum or a magical vow to assure the truthfulness of his accounts, raise your wands."

As wands were raised around the chamber, Lucius desperately interrupted, "This is preposterous! Can't you see they are trying to publicly humiliate me?"

Before Arcturus could rebuke him again, Narcissa rose to her feet. Her voice was calm, but the fire in her eyes was anything but. "Lucius, when you decided to bring our marriage—a Black-Malfoy union—into question in front of this esteemed assembly, you made it their business. Privacy ceased to be a privilege the moment you stepped into this chamber with accusations against my family."

Lady Marchbanks cleared her throat. "All against?"

A scant few wands were raised, mostly from allies of Lucius who looked uncomfortable even in their defiance.

"The majority is clear. Lucius Malfoy, you will be compelled to submit to either Veritaserum or swear a magical vow for the truth to be revealed. Do you comply?"

For a moment, Lucius looked as though he would object again, but something in Narcissa's gaze seemed to break him. "Very well," he said, almost in a whisper, looking as though he'd swallowed something very unpleasant.

Arcturus sat back down, his face stern but satisfied. "Then it's settled. We will proceed accordingly and allow the truth to stand as the final judgment."

As he sat down, he glanced at Narcissa, who met his gaze with a look of coldness. Lucius looked defeated, his shoulders slumped as he reluctantly spoke, "Very well, administer the Veritaserum."

A Ministry official walked over, vial in hand, and Lucius grimly opened his mouth to receive the three drops. After a few moments to allow the potion to take effect, Lady Marchbanks leaned forward.

"Lucius Malfoy, is it true that two children were born as a result of your union with Narcissa Black Malfoy?"

"Yes," Lucius replied, his voice empty of emotion due to the potion's effect.

Arcturus Black stood up, his eyes like icy flames. "What became of the first child, the unnamed girl?"

Lucius hesitated only because the potion compelled him to tell the truth, and the truth was damning. "I took her."

"Explain," Arcturus demanded, his voice like a blade of ice.

"When the twins were born, Narcissa had a difficult pregnancy and was unconscious. I deemed a daughter to be unsuitable as an heir, and as she would not be able to serve the Dark Lord effectively. I took the girl and told Narcissa that our first girl was stillborn and Draco was the one."

The chamber erupted in gasps and mutters, the atmosphere thick with shock and condemnation. Narcissa's face was a mask of horrified disbelief, her eyes filling with tears.

"Did you obliviate Narcissa's memory of our daughter?" Arcturus's voice was now dangerously low, each word articulated with crisp precision.

"Yes," Lucius admitted, "She was in pain, asking to forget. I obliged."

Arcturus looked at him with a mixture of pity and revulsion. "You're a despicable man, Lucius Malfoy. You have betrayed not just your marriage and your family, but the sanctity of life itself."

Lady Marchbanks interrupted, "Given the seriousness of these revelations, it's clear that not only should the annulment proceed, but criminal charges must be considered."

"Agreed," Arcturus said, sitting back down but never taking his eyes off Lucius. "And rest assured, we will find our lost family member and give her the life she was unjustly denied."

Arcturus Black resumed his questioning, eyes as cold as steel. "Mr. Malfoy, please explain fully why you did this despicable act."

"Under the influence of the Dark Lord, I believed that only a male heir would be useful. A daughter would not only be worthless but could become a liability," Lucius admitted flatly, his voice void of any inflection thanks to the Veritaserum.

"How exactly did you carry out this action?" Lord Black continued.

"After ensuring Narcissa was unconscious with our son and her mind obliviated, I took our newborn daughter. I wrapped her in a blanket and placed her in a small basket," Lucius recounted, his eyes appearing glassy and vacant under the potion's effect. "I then Apparated near Godric's Hollow and left her at a Muggle orphanage."

The room fell quiet, shocked by the audacity and cruelty of the action. Narcissa was sobbing softly, comforted by Cassiopeia, while Arcturus looked like he was restraining himself from physically attacking Lucius.

"And you chose a Muggle orphanage because..." Arcturus led the question, his voice filled with disdain.

"I thought she would be lost there, never able to enter the wizarding world, let alone our family," Lucius revealed, his voice emotionless yet confessing unimaginable betrayal.

Arcturus clenched his fists to restrain his anger. "You have committed acts that are unforgivable, Lucius Malfoy. Not only will your marriage to my niece be annulled, but you'll also face the full extent of our laws for what you've done. And make no mistake, we will find that child."

Lady Marchbanks spoke, her voice carrying the weight of her many years. "Indeed, the Ministry will investigate these actions. This session is adjourned, and Lucius Malfoy will be taken into custody."

As Lucius was led out of the chamber, his eyes met Arcturus', who looked back with nothing but utter contempt. Lucius finally realized the magnitude of what he had lost, and worse, what he had done.

After Lucius was led away, Narcissa took a deep, shuddering breath and turned to face Lady Augusta Longbottom, the elected Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. " Chief Warlock, may I inquire about my son Draco's position in all this? He's already been through enough."

Lady Marchbanks looked at Narcissa with a softened gaze. "Rest assured, Mrs. Malfoy—"

"It's Miss Black now," Narcissa interrupted, regaining a bit of her composure.

"Of course, Miss Black," Lady Marchbanks corrected herself. "Given the crimes of Mr. Malfoy, Draco will remain in your custody until he reaches the age of 17, as is traditional in these cases. Lucius Malfoy will have no rights to visitation, especially considering the severe criminal charges against him."

Narcissa's eyes filled with relief, and she turned to look at her uncle Arcturus, who nodded approvingly.

Arcturus Black then spoke, his voice imbued with a calm but unmistakable authority. "Thank you, Chief Warlock. This brings some level of justice to the calamities that have struck my family. We will cooperate fully with any investigation into Lucius Malfoy's actions and do whatever it takes to find and protect my lost grand-niece."

Cassiopeia Black, standing beside Narcissa, echoed her cousin's sentiments. "Indeed. While today is a tragic day for the House of Black, it also marks a new beginning. We will rectify these wrongs and ensure that such tragedies do not befall our family again."

The room was solemn, as even the usually squabbling members of the Wizengamot understood the gravity of the day's revelations.

Lady Marchbanks adjourned the meeting with a strike of her gavel. "The Wizengamot will reconvene when the Ministry has further updates on this matter. Session adjourned."

As the members began to file out of the chamber, Arcturus turned to Narcissa. "We have much work ahead of us, but for now, let's go home. Draco and young Harry must be anxious to see us."

Narcissa nodded, her eyes clouded with both sadness and hope. "Yes, let's go home."

As the Blacks exited the Ministry of Magic, Narcissa finally let the gravity of the moment hit her. Her legs trembled, and her eyes flooded with tears she could no longer hold back. Sirius was the first to reach her, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace.

"It's okay, Cissy. We're here for you," he whispered gently into her ear.

Cassiopeia, normally stern and stoic, also couldn't help but reveal a softer side as she joined the hug, enveloping her nephew in the warmth of family, something that had been in short supply in the House of Malfoy.

"We've won today, Narcissa. There's a lot to deal with, but you're not alone anymore," she said, her voice tinged with uncommon gentleness.

Just as they were about to leave, Mathias Greengrass, the Head of Magical Unions, approached Lord Black. "Arcturus, about the matter you wished to discuss earlier—"

Arcturus raised a hand to interrupt him. "Thank you, Mathias. Let's hold off on that for now. There's much to settle in the family, and as you can see, the immediate needs must come first."

Mathias nodded understandingly. "Of course. I'll await your owl when you're ready to continue those discussions."

With a nod, Arcturus beckoned to his family, and they Disapparated back to Grimmauld Place.

Upon arriving, they found Kreacher instantly by their side. "Master, Mistress, Miss Black—your return is most welcome. Young Master Draco and Master Harry have been asking after you."

Narcissa's eyes brightened a little at the mention of Draco, and Harry. Her maternal instincts kicked in despite the emotional turmoil she was in.

"I want to see them," she said, her voice wavering but resolute.

As they entered the drawing room, two little boys looked up. Upon seeing their mothers and family, they instantly ran over.

"Mum!" Draco called out, throwing his arms around Narcissa as if he would never let go.

Harry, though a little more hesitant, had eyes only for Sirius and Narcissa. For a moment, his eyes met Narcissa's, and in that brief glance, they both understood they were family. Harry then ran to Sirius, seeking comfort from the only parental figure he had ever known.

Sirius lifted him up. "It's okay, little Prongs. Everything's going to be fine now."

Narcissa, still holding onto Draco, looked around at her family—her real family—and despite the horrible revelations of the day, she felt the first stirring of hope in what felt like a lifetime.

"We have each other, and we'll face whatever comes next together," Arcturus announced, surveying the room filled with the remaining members of the Black family. "We have lost much, but what we have gained is invaluable. We are family, united, and that is something no one can take from us."

Seated in the drawing room of Grimmauld Place, Arcturus Black seemed like a man burdened by his own history. The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere heavy with a mixture of determination and urgency.

Sirius, Cassiopeia, and Arcturus sat together, mulling over the newest revelation. A missing Malfoy girl, a niece they hadn't known about until hours before, was left in an orphanage by a man they all despised.

"We must find her," Arcturus stated, his voice laden with the authority that came naturally to him. "She is blood, and she has been wronged. It is our duty as Blacks to make this right."

Sirius nodded, "The first thing we need to do is figure out how many orphanages are near Godric's Hollow. Once we have that information, we can start searching."

"Kreacher," Arcturus summoned.

The house-elf appeared in an instant, "Master called for Kreacher?"

Arcturus looked down at the elf, "We need you to find information on any orphanages located near Godric's Hollow. We're looking for a girl who would have been left there in the year 1979."

Kreacher nodded solemnly, "Kreacher understands. Kreacher will find out for the family."

With a snap of his fingers, the house-elf disappeared, leaving the three Blacks to ponder what would happen next.

Cassiopeia was the first to break the silence, "Even if we find her, then what? How do we introduce ourselves? 'Hello, you don't know us, but we're your family and by the way, your father is a criminal who abandoned you.'?"

Arcturus looked at his sister, "We will cross that bridge when we get there. First, we must find her and ensure she is safe and well. The rest we will figure out, as a family."

Sirius looked between his uncle and his mother, "For what it's worth, I think she deserves to know the truth, no matter how painful it is. And maybe, just maybe, knowing she has a family that wants her could make up for some of that pain."

Arcturus nodded, "We owe her at least that much. We owe her a family."

Just then, Kreacher reappeared. "Master, Kreacher has found information. There are three orphanages near Godric's Hollow that were operating in the year 1979."

Arcturus stood up, a new determination settling over him. "Then prepare yourselves. We have a Granddaughter to find."

After days of tireless searching, countless inquiries, and sleepless nights, the Black family received word that there might be a child matching their description at the Leonardo Orphanage for Children. With cautious optimism, Arcturus, Sirius, and Cassiopeia made their way to the establishment, each absorbed in their own thoughts about the girl who could potentially be their lost relative.

The orphanage itself was a large, somewhat dilapidated building that seemed to carry years of untold stories within its walls. A sense of urgency filled the air as they walked in, their footsteps echoing down the hallways.

A young woman greeted them at the reception desk. "Welcome to Leonardo Orphanage for Children. How may I assist you?"

Arcturus took the lead, his voice echoing the authoritative tone he had mastered over the years. "We have information that a child may be residing here who is a member of our family. A girl, born in 1979, with silver hair and grey eyes. Could you confirm this?"

The receptionist paused, her expression turning wary. "Ah, you must be speaking about Elara. Yes, we do have a child here matching that description. However, I must warn you—"

Arcturus interrupted, "Warn us? What is there to warn us about?"

The young woman hesitated before continuing. "Well, you see, strange occurrences seem to happen around her. People who have attempted to adopt her have...well, let's say they've had a change of heart under unusual circumstances."

Cassiopeia exchanged a glance with Sirius. The implication was clear: magic. In an orphanage filled with Muggles, a magical child would certainly cause 'strange occurrences.'

Arcturus' eyes narrowed, and for the first time, a hint of relief crossed his stern face. "We would like to meet her. Immediately."

The receptionist, perhaps picking up on the gravity of the situation, didn't hesitate further. "Right this way, then."

As they followed her through a series of hallways, each seemed lost in their thoughts. What would they say to Elara? How could they explain a lifetime of absence, a family she had never known?

Finally, they arrived at a door adorned with hand-painted flowers and the name "Elara" written in bright colors. The receptionist opened the door and gestured for them to enter.

There, sitting on the bed with a book in her lap, was a young girl. Her silver hair shimmered in the sunlight pouring through the window, and when she looked up, her gray eyes met theirs, filled with a curious mixture of caution and hope.

For Arcturus, Sirius, and Cassiopeia, it felt as if time had stopped. Elara looked up as the door opened, revealing three strangers. At first, she felt apprehension; people visiting her room were rarely a good sign. But then, their eyes met—gray to gray—and a feeling of strange familiarity washed over her.

Cassiopeia, a stunning woman with ice-blue eyes, spoke first. "Hello Elara, I'm Cassiopeia, this is Arcturus, and that's Sirius. We...we've been looking for you."

Elara's eyes widened, but before she could say anything, her hair changed color, rippling from silver to a brilliant shade of blue. The trio's eyes widened; Metamorphmagus abilities were rare, even in the magical world.

"Is it true you can change your appearance at will?" Sirius asked, intrigued and somewhat joyful at discovering this unusual trait in their family.

Elara hesitated, then nodded, her hair flickering back to its original silver hue. "Yes, but how did you know my name? And why have you been looking for me?"

Arcturus, the patriarch, stepped forward, his voice carrying a warmth that had been absent for many years. "Elara, you are a Black. We are your family, and we've come to take you home."

The girl looked stunned as if struggling to comprehend the weight of his words. Years of loneliness, of unanswered questions, suddenly seemed to find an anchor.

"We'd like to formally adopt Elara," Arcturus announced, turning to the receptionist who had stayed silent during the emotional scene.

The receptionist hesitated, her gaze flickering nervously between the stern-faced Arcturus and the bewildered Elara. Cassiopeia, sensing something amiss, subtly dove into the receptionist's thoughts. What she found made her insides churn; the woman had reservations about letting Elara go, not due to any regulations, but because the girl had been considered 'strange' and even bullied due to the unexplainable events around her.

Arcturus sensed his niece's discomfort and focused on the receptionist, sending a pulse of magic towards her—a simple compulsion spell, just enough to sway the odds in their favor without overpowering her will.

"We would like to proceed with the adoption immediately," Arcturus reiterated, his voice leaving no room for discussion.

Overwhelmed by the magic and the authority in Arcturus' voice, the receptionist finally nodded. "Very well, I will prepare the necessary paperwork."

As she scurried off to make the arrangements, Cassiopeia knelt in front of Elara, who was still absorbing the rapid turn of events.

"Elara, you have a home now, a family who will love you and protect you," Cassiopeia said softly, her eyes meeting Elara's shifting gray ones.

Elara looked at each of their faces—Arcturus, Sirius, and Cassiopeia—each expression filled with a mix of relief, happiness, and newfound purpose.

As Elara's eyes filled with tears, her hair shimmered into a vibrant hue of gold, mirroring the newfound hope that was kindling inside her. She was going home.

Back at Grimmauld Place, Narcissa found herself in the rather difficult position of having to explain to Harry and Draco why their family had suddenly expanded and the delicate matter of their newfound sister.

"Draco, Harry, you know that families are complex, don't you?" Narcissa began, choosing her words carefully.

Harry nodded. He had already experienced more family complexity in his young life than most adults. Draco, too, nodded, albeit with a puzzled look.

"Your grandfather, Lord Black, and your Uncle Sirius have gone to bring someone home—your sister, Elara," she continued.

Draco's eyes widened. "I have a sister?"

"Yes," Narcissa's voice trembled. "I thought I had lost her during childbirth. I've only just learned the truth myself."

Harry, who knew a thing or two about being lost and then found, asked, "Is she like us? I mean, is she a wizard—or, um, a witch?"

Narcissa smiled, a tear trickling down her cheek. "She's very much a witch, and she's special in ways we're still discovering. You'll meet her soon."

Meanwhile, the Blacks were completing the paperwork at the orphanage. After signing the last document, Arcturus turned to Elara, who had been quiet throughout the process.

"Elara Dorea Malfoy Black, welcome to your family," he said formally, yet his eyes spoke volumes of warmth and relief.

Elara's eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were tears of joy and relief. Sirius gently nudged her. "You ready to see your new home?"

With a tentative nod, Elara agreed. They Disapparated, and when they materialized, they were standing in front of a dark, somewhat grim house.

"Welcome to Grimmauld Place," Cassiopeia announced. "It may not look like much, but it's home."

The moment they stepped inside, Narcissa rushed to Elara, her eyes welling up as she took in the daughter she thought she'd lost. She enveloped Elara in a tight hug, whispering, "I've missed you, even when I didn't know you were alive."

Pulling back, Narcissa introduced Elara to Draco and Harry. "Elara, this is your brother Draco, and this is Harry, your cousin."

Draco looked at Elara, his eyes wide but curious. "Hi," he said, a little shy.

"Hello," Harry added, extending a hand.

Elara smiled, her hair turning a soothing shade of pastel blue. "Hello," she responded, her voice tinged with wonder and relief. Narcissa led Elara to a plush sitting room, filled with the sort of refined darkness and old-world glamour the Black family was known for. She sat her down and looked deep into her grey eyes, so much like her own. "Elara, would you mind sharing a bit about your life before? I... I want to understand."

Elara looked uncomfortable for a moment but then sighed. "I'm 8 years old. I've been in the orphanage since I was a baby, and I've been returned four times after unsuccessful adoptions."

"Returned? Why?" Narcissa's heart ached at the thought.

"People say weird things happen around me. Stuff moves, or there are weird lights, and then they get scared or angry." Elara looked down, playing with the hem of her second-hand dress.

Narcissa clenched her fists, trying to control the surge of maternal indignation. How could people treat a child like that?

"Elara," Narcissa said gently, lifting her daughter's chin so their eyes met. "Those 'weird things' you're talking about? They have a name. It's called magic. And it's very real."

Elara looked stunned, then hopeful, then incredulous. "Magic? You're not joking?"

Narcissa shook her head and then, to demonstrate, waved her wand to summon a bouquet of roses from across the room. "Magic is very real, and you are what we call a witch."

"A witch? Really? Like in fairy tales?"

"Better," Draco piped in, "Because you can actually do all the cool stuff."

Harry nodded vigorously in agreement. "No one's going to think you're weird here. We're all magical. And you won't be bullied, not anymore. Right, Draco?"

Draco, usually so reserved and mature for his age, suddenly looked very much like the young boy he was. "Yeah," he said softly, looking at his sister. "No one's going to bully you anymore. We're family."

Elara's eyes filled with tears again, but they were different this time—these were tears of joy, of relief, of finally coming home.

"Welcome to the family, Elara," Narcissa said, hugging her tightly. "I promise you, from now on, things are going to be very different."

For the first time in her young life, Elara felt like she belonged somewhere—with a family that would stand up for her, with a brother and a cousin who promised to protect her, and with a newfound sense of identity and purpose.

Lord Arcturus Black stood tall and regal as he led his family through the marbled corridors of Gringotts. Narcissa walked beside him, with Draco, Harry, and the newly discovered Elara in tow.

They were led to a secure chamber where the Gringotts goblin manager, Snaggrot, greeted them. "Lord Black, Lady Narcissa, what brings you here?"

Arcturus wasted no time. "We're here to officially register Elara and Draco as Malfoy-Blacks. Prepare the blood rites."

Snaggrot nodded and fetched an ornate crystal vial. "A drop of blood from each, please."

With a tiny prick to her finger, Elara added a drop of her blood to the vial, her eyes widening when it glowed a rich golden color, a sure sign of a successful blood match. Draco did the same, and their blood mixed, sealing their identity as Malfoy-Blacks.

"Congratulations," Snaggrot said. "Both are officially recognized."

Arcturus then took out a small box and opened it to reveal a ring, a pendant, and a set of earrings. "These belonged to my late wife, your grandmother. It's tradition for them to be worn by the women of our family."

Elara's eyes widened as Narcissa carefully adorned her with the heirlooms. She felt a surge of warmth and love as if being welcomed by generations of women who had come before her.

After leaving Gringotts, Narcissa led the children to the magical shopping district. "First stop: Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions."

Inside, Elara's eyes went wide at the sight of luxurious fabrics and vibrant colors. She'd never owned anything new, let alone bespoke.

Narcissa smiled at her daughter's astonishment. "Pick whatever you like, darling."

Elara hesitated, looking at Harry and Draco for approval as she selected different sets of robes. Both boys gave her enthusiastic nods, and she finally relaxed, realizing she could choose what she liked.

As Madam Malkin measured her, she felt a strange sensation, almost like she was being magically hugged. "Perfect fit," the shopkeeper said.

The day ended at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. As they sat around a table adorned with scoops of ice cream in every flavor imaginable, Narcissa took a moment to look at her family—Arcturus discussing something quietly with Draco, Harry, and Elara giggling as they tried each other's ice creams.

Life had been so difficult and uncertain for so long, but in that moment, everything felt right. Narcissa knew they still had challenges to face, but for the first time, she felt like they could handle whatever came their way—as long as they were together.

Upon returning to Grimmauld Place, Lord Arcturus Black summoned a family meeting in the drawing room. Sirius, Narcissa, Draco, Harry, and the newly adopted Elara took their seats, still basking in the afterglow of their successful day.

"Before we retire for the evening, there's another matter that requires our attention," Arcturus announced, setting aside his cup of tea. "Sirius, as acting head of the Potter House, you'll need to write to Mathias Greengrass regarding the marriage contract between Harry and Daphne."

Sirius nodded. "It's been in the works from the 16 century, but now that Harry is officially recognized and under my guardianship and Dapne is the female heir, it's appropriate to make it formal."

Narcissa chimed in, "Are we certain that this is the right time? Given everything that's transpired, perhaps we could delay the conversation?"

Sirius shook his head. "The sooner, the better. Both families should know where they stand. Harry's future and the legacy of House Potter are at stake."

"Very well," Narcissa conceded. "If you believe it's the right course of action, then proceed."

Harry looked a bit bewildered but trusted his family to make the right decisions.

Arcturus turned to Sirius, "You should draft the letter tonight. Make sure it's delivered first thing in the morning."

"I will," Sirius assured him.

Narcissa then addressed the younger generation. "Harry, Draco, Elara, it's past your bedtime. Off you go."

The children said their goodnights and exited the room, leaving the adults to discuss the intricacies of the marriage contract and what it would mean for both the Potter and Greengrass families.

Once alone, Sirius took a deep breath and picked up a quill. Carefully, he began to write, articulating each word with the gravity it deserved. He felt the weight of responsibility for Harry, for his family, and for the future.

To

Mathias Greengrass,

Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass,

Greengrass Manor,

Wiltshire,

United Kingdom.

Dear Lord Greengrass,

I hope this letter finds you and your family in good health and high spirits. I am writing to you in my capacity as the acting Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, on behalf of my ward, Harry James Potter.

As you may already be aware, discussions between our families were initiated centuries ago, to form a matrimonial alliance between Harry and your daughter, Miss Daphne Greengrass. Given the recent changes in Harry's guardianship and legal standing within the wizarding world, I believe it is now opportune to formalize this arrangement and discuss its specifics.

I kindly request a meeting along with my family at your earliest convenience to discuss the particulars of the aforementioned marriage contract. This is an important matter for both our families, and I believe a face-to-face conversation would be the most productive way to proceed.

Please let me know your availability for the coming week. I am willing to meet at Greengrass Manor, or if you prefer, a neutral location that guarantees privacy for this delicate discussion.

Thank you for considering this request. I look forward to your timely response and hope that we can meet soon to secure a prosperous and harmonious future for both our families.

Yours faithfully,

Sirius Orion Black

Acting Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter

After carefully sealing the letter with the Potter family crest, Sirius turns to Kreacher, who stands ready for his next task.

"Kreacher, please take this letter to Mathias Greengrass at Greengrass Manor and wait for his reply. This is an important matter concerning both the Potter and Greengrass families, so handle it with the utmost care and decorum."

With a nod, Kreacher disappears with a soft pop, reappearing moments later at the gates of Greengrass Manor. He is soon led into the presence of Mathias Greengrass, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass.

"Good day, sir. Kreacher has brought an important letter from Sirius Black, acting Head of the House of Potter," the house-elf says, holding out the letter to Mathias.

Mathias opens the letter carefully, reading its contents with a thoughtful expression. After a few moments, he retrieves a parchment and quill from his desk and quickly pens his response.

Dear Mr. Sirius Black (Acting Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter),

I hope this letter finds you well. Thank you for your recent correspondence regarding the marriage contract between Harry James Potter and my daughter, Daphne Greengrass. I find your proposal to formalize the arrangement most agreeable.

I am available to meet tomorrow to discuss this important matter further. Greengrass Manor will be open to you and any accompanying members of your family, but should you prefer an alternate location, I am open to suggestions.

I look forward to our meeting.

Yours faithfully,

Mathias Greengrass

Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass

Sealing the letter with the Greengrass family crest, Mathias hands it to Kreacher. "Please return this to Sirius Black and relay that I look forward to our meeting."

Kreacher nods solemnly and, with another soft pop, disappears, reappearing moments later back at Grimmauld Place. Handing the letter to Sirius, he waits as Sirius breaks the seal and reads it.

"Excellent, Kreacher. It appears we have a meeting with Mr. Greengrass tomorrow. Well done."

Kreacher bows low. "Kreacher is pleased to serve the House of Black and the House of Potter."

Sirius gives a nod of approval, then tucks the letter away.

Lord Arcturus Black gathers Sirius and Cassiopeia in the ornate drawing room of Grimmauld Place, its walls lined with portraits of their ancestors. He stands tall and imposing, the air of authority emanating from him as naturally as it always does.

"We have a critical meeting with the Greengrasses tomorrow. We need to ensure that this marriage contract is in the best interest of both Harry and the House of Potter. Sirius, you'll be representing the Potter family in the capacity of acting head, while Cassiopeia and I will represent House Black."

Sirius nods, taking the role seriously as he's now the protector of his godson's future. "Do we know much about Daphne Greengrass? We need to make sure she's a suitable match for Harry."

Arcturus turns to Cassiopeia. "I believe you know the Greengrass family well. What are your thoughts?"

Cassiopeia tilts her head thoughtfully. "The Greengrasses are an old, respectable family. Daphne has a good reputation, and from what I've seen, she has been raised well. However, it would be good to confirm that the girl has qualities and ideals that would complement Harry."

Arcturus nods in agreement. "Very well. Let's be prepared to ask any necessary questions. The future of the two most ancient and noble houses may depend on this meeting."

The next morning, a house-elf apparates them to the front gates of Greengrass Manor. The estate is vast and impeccably maintained, which is a promising sign. They are led through the grand entrance and into a parlor where Mathias Greengrass greets them warmly.

"Lord Black, it's an honor to host you," Mathias begins, gesturing for them to take seats on plush armchairs. "And Sirius Black, acting Head of the House of Potter, and this would be the esteemed Cassiopeia Black. Welcome."

Sirius returns the gesture. "Mr. Greengrass, the pleasure is ours. Thank you for having us."

Meanwhile, back at Grimmauld Place, Narcissa is with the children. She's explaining a bit about family traditions, and why marriage contracts like the one being discussed are important for families like theirs. She doesn't go into too much detail but tries to make them understand the gravity of the situation.

Though far from the tense atmosphere of the Greengrass Manor, Narcissa can't help but feel a knot of worry in her stomach. However, for the sake of the children, she keeps her composure, trusting that her family will make the right choices.

It's a day of significant importance for both the Houses of Black and Potter, a day whose outcomes could reverberate through the lives of their youngest members for years to come.

Seated in the opulent parlor of the Greengrass Manor, the atmosphere is one of deep respect mixed with underlying tension. Lord Arcturus Black, Sirius, and Cassiopeia attentively listen as Mathias Greengrass begins to explain the history of the marriage contract between the Potters and the Greengrasses.

"In the year 1600, one of my ancestors, Lord Zephyr Greengrass, found himself in a situation that endangered not only his life but also the fate of our entire house," Mathias begins, the weight of history settling in the room. "It was a Potter, Lord Alaric Potter to be precise, who saved him from certain ruin. In gratitude, Lord Eldric initiated a marriage contract between our two houses. It was more symbolic than anything else at the time, but it was highly meaningful."

Lord Arcturus nods. "Contracts born out of genuine acts of bravery and gratitude usually carry the most weight, both magically and culturally."

"Indeed," agrees Mathias. "The contract was specific about its terms. A union should occur when a male heir from the House of Potter and a female heir from the House of Greengrass are contemporaries. It so happens that such a circumstance never occurred until now—with Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass."

Cassiopeia tilts her head, intrigued. "And what are the stipulations should this union not occur?"

Mathias leans forward, his expression turning serious. "The contract was magically bound in such a way that if a suitable match occurred and the union did not, neither heir would be able to inherit their family fortunes or titles. This contract is not just parchment and ink; it is sealed with the magic of our ancestors."

A silence settles over the room as the group absorbs the gravity of the situation. Sirius is the first to break it. "So, what you're saying is that Harry and Daphne have more than just tradition hanging over their heads—they risk losing their inheritances?"

"Correct," confirms Mathias. "But I'd like to think that beyond material loss, there is much to be gained for both houses in uniting. Mutual respect, shared resources, and a strong alliance."

Lord Arcturus takes a deep breath. "A compelling argument indeed, Mr. Greengrass. Would you permit us to meet Daphne? If we are to take such a monumental step, we ought to know the young lady Harry would be bound to."

Mathias smiles, nodding his agreement. "Certainly, Lord Black. I think that would be wise."

"Before we proceed any further with the intricacies of dowries and union timelines, I have a suggestion," Sirius starts, taking a moment to gauge the room's reaction. "I believe it would be beneficial for Harry and Daphne to meet on neutral grounds, as equals and not merely pawns in a marriage contract. What do you say about arranging a meeting for them at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour in Diagon Alley?"

Lord Arcturus and Cassiopeia nod in agreement, clearly appreciating the idea's practicality. After all, regardless of ancient contracts and family obligations, the union's success will ultimately depend on Harry and Daphne's feelings toward each other.

Mathias Greengrass considers the suggestion thoughtfully before nodding. "An excellent idea, Sirius. I appreciate the sentiment behind it, recognizing them as individuals and not just names on a contract."

Sirius smiles appreciatively. "I've spent enough time shackled to tradition to understand that it doesn't allow much room for personal choices. If we're planning a lifetime for these two, the least we can do is give them an afternoon."

"Indeed," Mathias agrees. "I will inform Daphne of the circumstances surrounding this meeting and the marriage contract itself. It's high time she knows about her heritage and the responsibilities that come with it."

Lord Arcturus then chimes in, "Very well, let's proceed on that front then. We'll expect both Harry and Daphne to meet this Saturday afternoon at Florean Fortescue's. We'll ensure that Harry is informed and understands the gravity of the situation."

"Perfect," Mathias says, pleased that the meeting has concluded on such a promising note. "We'll make the necessary preparations on our end."

As the Blacks stand to leave, Cassiopeia adds, "We'll also ensure that the meeting remains as casual as possible, free from external pressures. Let them talk, and get to know each other. After all, they are the ones who will live with the decisions we make today."

"Agreed," Lord Arcturus concurs, leading his family towards the exit. "We look forward to Saturday."

"And so do we," Mathias replies, escorting them to the door.

As they Apparate back to Grimmauld Place, each member of the Black family is lost in their own thoughts, considering not just the weight of history and family expectations but also the hopes and dreams of the younger generation.

It is the day of Harry's meeting with Daphne, Narcissa stands in Harry's room, her eyes critical yet soft as she adjusts his shirt collar. "Harry, it's essential that you present yourself well. This meeting isn't just any casual affair, even if we want it to feel like one."

Harry nods, taking in every word. "I understand, Aunt Cissy. So, what should I do?"

"Firstly," Narcissa begins, "always hold the door for her. It's a simple yet effective way to show courtesy. When you're walking, stay by her side, not ahead or behind her."

Harry nods again, making a mental checklist.

"Engage in polite conversation," she continues. "Ask about her interests, her family, and her ambitions. Compliment her genuinely but don't go overboard; you don't want to come across as insincere."

"Got it," Harry assures her.

"And, most importantly," Narcissa adds, her eyes meeting Harry's, "be yourself. At the end of the day, if this is going to work, it will be because of who you are, not because you played by societal rules."

Harry smiles. "Thanks, Aunt Cissy. That means a lot."

Just then, Sirius knocks and enters. "Are we ready?"

Narcissa looks Harry over one more time, making a few final adjustments. "Yes, you're good to go. Remember what we talked about."

Sirius and Harry nod, and then the two of them use Floo Powder to get to Diagon Alley. They arrive a bit early, giving them some time to walk around before heading to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

"Feeling nervous?" Sirius asks, glancing down at his godson.

"A bit," Harry admits. "It's a lot to take in."

Sirius puts a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll do great. Just be yourself and remember, this is as new for Daphne as it is for you."

Harry nods as they make their way to the ice cream parlor, taking a seat at one of the vacant tables.

Minutes later, they see Daphne Greengrass making her way toward them with her father who left after she reached the parlour, looking as composed and elegant as one would expect from a daughter of the Greengrass family. Harry stands as she approaches, remembering Narcissa's words.

"Hello, you must be Harry," she says, extending her hand politely.

"Yes, I am," Harry responds, shaking her hand gently. "It's nice to meet you, Daphne. Please, have a seat."

As Daphne sits down and they begin to look over the menu, Harry can't help but feel a mix of relief and curiosity. There's a long road ahead, one paved with traditions, contracts, and family expectations, but for now, it all starts with a simple introduction and perhaps, an ice cream sundae. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Harry turns back to Daphne. "So, Daphne, do you have a favorite ice cream flavor?"

Daphne smiles, seemingly pleased by the straightforward question. "I've always been partial to mint chocolate chip. How about you?"

"I'm a fan of good old-fashioned chocolate," Harry replies. "Can't go wrong with the classics, right?"

Daphne laughs softly. "Indeed, you can't."

Harry feels encouraged. The ice is broken, and now it's time to engage in a more meaningful conversation. "So, what do you like to do for fun?"

"I enjoy reading and studying Potions. It's a subject that's always fascinated me," she says, her eyes lighting up.

"That's interesting," Harry says, genuinely intrigued. "I didn't take Potions, but it's always sounded cool."

Daphne seems pleased. "Well, what are your interests then, Harry?"

"I like flying. There's something freeing about soaring through the sky on a broomstick," Harry shares, feeling a little more relaxed now.

Daphne's eyes widen slightly. "That must be exhilarating. I've always been particularly sporty so I can see the appeal."

As they continue chatting, Harry occasionally glances over to where Sirius is sitting. Each time, Sirius gives him an encouraging smile or a thumbs-up, which serves to bolster Harry's confidence.

Eventually, their ice creams arrive— chocolate chip for Daphne and chocolate for Harry. As they enjoy their treats, the conversation flows more easily, moving from school subjects to family, friends, and even their thoughts on the magical world's political landscape.

By the time they finish their ice creams, Harry feels like he's gotten to know Daphne a bit better, and he hopes she feels the same.

"So," Harry starts cautiously, "this meeting is a bit different from what most people our age go through. How are you feeling about this whole arrangement?"

Daphne hesitates for a moment before answering. "Well, it's a lot to take in. Marriage contracts and family obligations are heavy topics, but it's a part of our world, isn't it?"

Harry nods. "Yeah, it is. But, it's still our lives, and I think it's important we have a say in it."

"Agreed," Daphne smiles. "This meeting has been a pleasant start, at least."

As they prepare to leave, Harry feels a sense of accomplishment. The road ahead may be extended and filled with complications, but for now, he feels hopeful.

"Would you like to meet up again?" Harry asks as they get up from their seats.

Daphne smiles, "I'd like that."

Sirius, who has been watching from a distance, walks over to join them. "So, how did it go?"

"I think it went well," Harry says, glancing at Daphne for confirmation.

She nods, "Yes, it was a good start."

Sirius smiles, looking pleased. "Excellent. Well then, I think this calls for a celebration. How about we grab some dinner? All of us."

Both Harry and Daphne agree, and as they head out of the ice cream parlor, Harry can't help but feel optimistic about the future.

To be continued...

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