I do not own Harry Potter

the main premise of this story is a combination of fics I've read but I really like fics with family magic and involving the blacks and Harry's relation. I'm going to say that the potter family tree show Harry's grandparents as Fleamont and Euphemia Potter but for me to avoid having to come up with a bad bullshit relation to the Blacks so as is with many fics I'm just going to make James Potters parents as Charlus and Dorea Potter. Waffle aside let's see what shit I can come up with this time…..

Set in the summer of book 6 HBP

"I've had enough BOY!" Uncle Vernon shouted "We fed you, we clothed you we took you in and this is how you repay us?"

"BY BRINGING A FUCKING SERIAL TERRORIST ON MY TAIL" He screamed

"You know what?"Harry asked.

"What boy" Vernon shouted

"I hated it here, you say you clothed me? I wore the clothes off the back of Dudley. You fed me? I got scraps, SCRAPS every few days"Harry finished with faux calm.

"If you hate me so much I'll leave" Harry said as he began to walk towards the he was out of the living room he sprinted up the stairs, grabbing his wand and his trunk he took them down the stairs and he was off.

Wand in hand he walked out to the main road and stuck out his left arm and waited. When a Purple Triple decker bus came shooting out of nowhere.

"Hi Stan" Harry said when he saw the young conductor of the knight bus.

"Hiya 'Arry, Where you goin'?" Stan asked

"Can you take me to London?"Harry requested waiting to see Stans response

"Course, hop on"

"Thanks Stan" sitting down Harry began to muse on what had happened this day exactly 365 days ago and how ridiculous it had been. First he was just sitting alone lost in thought when Dudley had come along and then the dementors came. Their Characteristic cold being the first thing he noticed and that was when he began running, dragging his whale of a cousin alongside him where he came to the underpass where they finally got them one had grabbed his cousin and one came for him, he began to hear him mothers screams and that was when he raised his wand and shouted "EXPECTO PATRONUM" his stag had burst from his wand chasing down the dementors.

Harry was brought from his reverie by a sharp jolt as the bus stopped when Stan Shunpike came up to him and said "Here you are Harry, London, that'll be 12 sickles."

Fumbling about with his pocket Harry stood up and handed Stan 10 Galleons as he stood up, grabbed his trunk and walked out the bus. Harry stood on the side of the road as the knight bus shout off and then began to make his wa to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Cracking open the door the memories came rushing back as he fell to his knees on the floor and wept, he wept for the future he and Sirius could have had slowly he dragged himself up to the main bedroom and flopped onto the bed and just led there and cried himself to sleep.

When Harry woke up he woke up refreshed and as the memories of last night came back he restrained himself from crying as he called out "KREACHER"

"Filthy Half-Blood master calls for Kreacher?Oh what was Mistress say" Kreacher muttered the last part but Harry caught it.

"Kreacher can you take me to Gringotts please" Harry asked. Wordlessly and suddenly Kreacher grabbed his hand and with a crack he apparated him to Gringotts and then left immediately. sighing Harry make his way up to the main desk and said"Good Morning Sir" to the goblin sitting there. The goblin looked up and as he did Harry noticed the glint of recognition in his eyes

"I would like to meet with the Black family manager for a reading of the will of my Legal and Magical guardian Sirius Orion Black" Harry spoke clearly.

"Of course" the goblin said as he lead Harry into a room to the side where he introduced Harry to the manager,"Mr Potter, Meet Barchoke, the Black Family account manager"

"Good Morning, Mr Potter" Barchoke greeted"I take it you are here for a reading of your godfathers will?"

"Yes Sir" Harry replied his heart beating out of his chest at seeing or hearing the last thing of his Godfather he would ever know.

"Lets get to it shall we?"

"Of course"

I Sirius Orion Black,

Lord Of The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black

being of sound body and mind present my last will and testament.

To my (God)Son, Harry James Potter, I Leave you the Heirship of The House of Black in hopes that when you turn 16 you will take up the title of Lord as I should have

I also leave to you as a by-prouduct of the heirship and hopefully later lordship all of the black properties (You will find enclosed a slip of paper with the address of the Blacks ancestral home and seat of power to you.

All the gold and everything else in the Black vaults I leave to you.

The most important thing,

I leave to you my blood, a vial of my blood and magic so that you can truly be a Black despite the fact you share some blood.

Finally,

Harry as much as I hope you never see this I will tell you,

You were never my Godson to me,

Never just the son of Prongs,

Never just the son of the brightest witch of the age,

but my son in all but blood,

I hope that you will accept the blood adoption ritual so that we can be father and son in blood.

I love you Prongslet

See you on the other side,

Padfoot.

"So concludes the will reading of Sirius Orion Black final lord of The House of Black" Barchoke concluded formally."Now, lets talk business, shall we undertake the ritual now?"

Harry raised his head and nodded curtly.

" Fantastic " Barchoke said as he lead Harry into a back room where a ritualistic circle was drawn. Barchoke withdrew the Vial of Sirius' blood and poured it into the circle and the blood spread out.

"Please lay in the circle" Barchoke requested. As Harry complied and that was when he began to chant in a language Harry was unfamiliar with, and that was when the pain hit. and everythig went black.

Chapter one done, Let me know what you think and if anyone actually reads this reviww so i know you have please.

R&R PLEASE

I actually think this is promising story so i may no just write one or 2 chapters and leave it this times