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Mrs. J.K., Sometimes I have a story in me that wants to come out, sometimes I have to drag it out of me, Mostly it is about Harry, I do it for free though.

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I began to shout: "Guards! I am innocent! I did not kill anyone! I demand a trial! I will take an oath on my life and Magic! I'll take a truth potion! I am an Auror and have the right to get a trial! Voldemort is a pussy! Voldemort is a no-nose freak show!" I yelled the last words. "Well, Sirius Black did you do all that? You had ten fucking years to get a fucking trial so you could rescue me from those fucking Dursleys!"

I softly said: "For ten years I hoped that someone came to take me away from my Hellhole, Sirius, where were you?"

7 The First Layer of Hell.

Shocked, Sirius looked at me, was I too harsh? Maybe I was, but I kept on wondering why he didn't demand his trial. Every death eater claimed innocence, but I bet not one was asking for a trial or Veritaserum, or to even take a Magic oath. I bet if he kept on demanding a trial he would eventually get one.

"I... I… I don't know," muttered Sirius, "I should have done all that and I didn't, I kept on thinking it was my fault that James and Lily got killed and deserved to be in Azkaban." he said, he looked at me with a sad look in his eyes, "As a matter of fact, I only started to think of you on my trial when they mentioned your name, I don't understand why."

Professor Flitwick, who let Sirius into my room said: "Lord Black, allow me to cast some detection spells on you, I suspect you have been cursed to make you forget or ignore Mr. Potters's existence."

"You may do it, Professor Flitwick," said Sirius, "Being spelled would be the only explanation for me to forget my Godson. I should have been raging to get out of Azkaban, my Godfather's Oath would have compelled me to do that."

Flitwick waved his wand at Sirius and reported: "Lord Black, I suggest you contact Gringotts and let their curse breakers work on you, one curse is blocking your fertility, and one is partly undone, my guess is the compulsion to forget about Mr. Potter. I also detect a lot of memory charms and obliviating spells. Frankly said Lord Black, you are a mess."

I sighed: "Sirius, go to Gringotts, we both have been played with. And the one that was playing us is Dumbledore."

Flitwick commented: "In Lord Black's defense Mr. Potter, a lot of suspected death eaters swore an oath that death eaters put them under the Imperius curse. And they got set free."

"I can not believe the stupidity of the wizarding world" I shouted, "Of course they could swear that! They trained that spell on each other! Did they swear they were forced to get that mark on their arms? Did they swear they didn't enjoy killing?"

To be honest, I didn't think of that either until I read about it in a Fan Fiction. It is a good way out if that was the only question they took an oath on, or get a Crucio from Voldy as punishment, and you can swear you were tortured with the Crucio curse. The surprised faces of Flitwick and Sirius said enough.

"Get better soon Sirius," I said, "We need to set some things straight in this society. I have some questions to the members of the Potter Alliance on that topic."

Sirius nodded: "I will, pup, and I have some questions for the Order of the Phoenix too."

Xxxxx

Tonks Sr. came through, he made a good deal with Gringotts about the Basilisk, two days later after the inspection, a team of goblins came with me to the chamber to portkey the carcass away. Once the Basilisk was ported away, the team leader said: "Blooddagger told me to ask you if you happen to write letters under an alias, like Unidentified or Anonymous?"

I nodded: "I use Anonymous from time to time when I don't want to attract attention. Being famous has its drawbacks you know."

Scraper, the team leader nodded: "I can imagine that it can be a burden sometimes. Blooddagger told me if you were the one, there are some bonuses coming your way." he grinned and said: "Business here is done, now it is time to have fun, our brothers already started culling the Acromantula, and we are eager to get some too."

I tried the Goblin way to say goodbye: "May the blood on the battlefield be from your enemies, and the spoils give you a big profit."

He grunted: "It needs work, but it is a worthy try. Goodbye, Heir Potter."

Xxxxx

I got one thing wrong in my letters, I read too many Fan Fics to remember the real situation of Gellert, he was sentenced to life in Nurmengard, I thought Dumbles hid him there under a Fidelius… yeah, I know, that would be too complicated. I got the love affair right though and it got him sacked, the sap is still being questioned about his life and his many failures.

For some reason Hermione is in my room all the time… no, the reason is the books Mippy recuperated from Dumbledore, I don't have a permanent place for them yet, so the books are kept in my room.

I tried to get her out: "Hermione, I need to change my clothes, can you get out of my room please?"

"Oh, go ahead," she said, barely looking up from her book, "My parents are nudists, so I have no problem seeing you naked."

I sighed: "That is all swell and dandy, dear, but I have a problem getting naked in front of a girl, maybe that will change in a couple of years, but for now... Get Out!" with an afterthought I added: "Leave the book here please, Hermione, you can always come back and read them here, as long as I have clothes on though."

Hermione's sad face turned into a bright one, she rushed to me and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Harry, I will knock before entering from now on." the girl has a brain! And she starting to use it.

I introduced Tonks to the RoR, and explained its functions to everyone, "The person that calls for the room defines what it is going to look like and can allow others to make small changes, for example… you can ask the room for books. If I don't allow it, the room will not obey."

I grinned: "The things this room is able to do is amazing." suddenly the room changed into the Great Hall, then into a rain forest, a beach, a swimming pool, and a big library, each change was done within a minute.

"The only downside of this room," I told them, "Is that if it becomes common knowledge, everyone wants to use it. Especially the teachers will claim it for their classes, and we would not have a chance to use it again."

Tonks agreed: "Harry is right, eleven people are manageable, if you want some private time, like you girls want a girls' night out, discuss it, or make a schedule."

"Dips on the evenings that Slughorn is having his parties!" I called out.

"Why don't you want to go to his parties?" asked Hermione, "A lot of students are eager to get invited."

I shrugged: "I don't trust him, frankly, he is a butt kisser, sucking up to the famous, and ignoring the rest. He is like a spider in his web, using the members of his Slugclub to get benefits for himself."

I looked at Hermione: "All the ones he invites, would make it big in the world without him anyway, but, with a few meaningless favors and introductions from him, they think they owe their success to his club."

"Mum warned me for him too," said Tonks, "He collects celebrities like others collect chocolate frog cards. He drops you in a minute if you fall out of grace."

"Enough of this!" she shouted, "Potter! Get me that beach and some swimsuits… no, let us make our own swimsuits you little perv."

With a thought, a nice stretch of beach appeared, with two changing rooms, and the usual beach appliances, like chairs and beach balls.

A minute later Tonks yelled: "Stop changing it into a thong you perv, or I am going to hex your bits off!"

"Sorry Tonks," I shouted back, "Your perv comment made me imagine all kinds of stuff."

Not really, to tell the truth, I am just messing with her, and she could have put it on if I was lucky. We had fun for a couple of hours, Tonks arranged the eye candy, eleven and twelve year old's girls need a lot of growing to measure up against a prime piece of ass like Tonks. The elves provided snacks and drinks for us, and we forgot all about school.

We changed when it was time for dinner, Tonks gave me a hug, carefully avoiding contact between her titties and my face, she smirked when she saw the disappointment on my face: "Those are only for special occasions pervert. Wait until your girlfriends are older."

Zack grumbled: "He is getting plenty from you already, everyone is jealous of him. The older guys were pissed at Harry because his face was where they wanted theirs to end up in."

Tonks teased: "Ow, come here Zacharias, if you wanted a hug too, you just had to ask for one. Now, is this better?"

Zack sighed: "I hate to admit it, but that felt so good, Harry, I envy you."

Xxxxx

On Sunday, I got permission from Flitwick to visit Sirius in Gringotts with Tonks Sr.

"Feeling better, Sirius?" I asked, "Did they remove the fleas and lice? Trimmed the fur? Neutered you? Bought you a new leash?"

"You know I am an animagus, Harry?" asked Sirius, "Who told you?'

"Simple deduction, Pettigrew was a rat animagus, and I have some vague memories of a big black dog that used to play with me," I answered. "And? What did they find out?"

Sirius shook his head: "Too much to name them all, pup, they put a memory block on me to forget about you, I am obliviated more than twenty times, compulsion charms, a lot of them, and that nasty fertility curse became permanent. Ten years of that curse removed all hope to reverse it."

"I feel for you Sirius, who would benefit from this?" I asked.

"You would," answered Sirius; he explained, "Although I can't imagine you putting that curse on me at two years of age. The Malfoy's are next in line, Draco Malfoy is heir secondary, You are the Primary Heir, James allowed me to blood adopt you at your first birthday. That secured that by my death my vault won't go to my kin. I inherited quite a lot from my favorite uncle Alphard, I did not know grandpa kept me a Black."

"Sirius, Malfoy was a death eater, wasn't he?" I asked, Sirius nodded, "Well then Sirius, you have a just cause to hurt them. Narcissa Black knew that her head of House was innocent and even plotted to move you from the Lordship in favor of her son. That is line theft, also, with conspiring and refusing aid to her head of House, you can legally divorce her and kick her out of the family."

Tonks Sr. commented: "Harry is right, Lord Black, the minimum she should have done is to get you a trial, she knew you were innocent. And Harry, it shows that you are getting tutored in wizarding customs. Whoever is tutoring you is doing a good job. My compliments for that."

"There is more, Lord Black," Tonks continued, "It is in your power to give Harry his House Potter Heir ring, and as you just said, he is your Heir too, you could give him the Heir ring from House Black for extra protection."

Sirius nodded: "You are right, the rings will give him extra protection, come, we do House Black first."

Xxxxx

Scullscraper, the Black account manager was happy to see Sirius take control of the Vaults, with the help of Tonks, the three of us waded through a paper mountain of deeds and contracts, in the end, Draco and his Mommy got a few surprises coming their way. Me? I got a shiny posh ring on my finger.

I urged him to break the news to Cissy, so a smiling Sirius wrote a letter to Narcissa.

Narcissa,

It pained me to discover that you were responsible for that fertility curse, more even, you knew I was innocent, and didn't lift a finger to come to my aid. An aid you were honor bound to give, as I am your head of House Black from the moment Lord Arcturus died.

All of that, just to reassure you that your son Draco would be the next Lord Black, I am sorry but I have to disappoint you.

For your crimes against me, I cancel your marriage contract and reclaim the dowry you received. It is up to Lucius if he wants to keep you or kick you out. If I recall correctly, that dowry included the mansion you are living in and the elves that came with it.

Finally, Narcissa, I allow you to keep the name Black, because I know how it feels to get kicked out. But no Malfoy will ever inherit the Lordship of House Black.

Beware, any damage to my mansion will be repaired with money from the Malfoy vault.

Have a good life Narcissa, I hope your son will be a better man than his parents.

Lord Sirius Black

Auw, Sirius is a softy, he didn't kick her out of House Black. Too bad, she deserved it, although Draco didn't try to mess with me, it was the Sparks at the sorting and the drama after it that made him back off and keep his distance. Not that I care either way.

Xxxxx

Blooddagger grinned at me: "Heir Potter, not three months back in the Wizarding world and you are already surpassing your Ancestors! Your deeds are earning the respect of the Leaders of The Horde!" he almost shouted, "Ah, Solicitor Tonks, thank you for the idea to display the carcass of the Basilisk, even with three Sickles per person, we made a nice sum on entrance fees and raised the interest of potential buyers."

Tonks shrugged and said: "Heir Potter mentioned it to my daughter, and she passed it on to me. It seemed like a good strategy, I am glad you liked it."

Hmm? Nimmy is snitching on me? Or passing my Superior ideas to improve the planet on to her Dad… that must be it. Awed by my brilliance, my manliness, my out-of-this-world looks, sigh, it is so good to be me. I love myself… no, that sounds like a masturbation fantasy. Focus Dude!

Sirius heard the high praises of Blooddagger, silently recalling what he did at my age, and came up wanting. Poor bloke, he came up short. As I said, I am awesome!

I smirked a Sirius, then I presented Blooddagger with a small book with names and dates. Yep, I am going into the get-rich-fast at Stock market direction.

"Blooddagger, if you swear an oath of secrecy," I pompously said, "I'll allow you to benefit from the information in this book. I want you to use all the money from my share of the Basilisk and half of what the vault of Bellatrix got me, to invest in the companies on the dates I wrote down in this book. Do we have a deal?"

Hah! With this, I am going to be Nr1 in the world! ROB will laugh his ass off… if he has an ass.

Blooddagger didn't think twice to give his oath, after all, it didn't touch the Potter fortune, and this handsome, intelligent, dashing young man, me by the way, has done one amazing feat after another.

It was quite the prize according to his calculation, "We estimate that the Basilisk will sell for more than three million Galleons. A thousand-year-old Basilisk in prime condition is one in a thousand years chance. Stasis charms can preserve the ingredients and parts for up to a century. All that will drive the investors into a bidding war."

He looked at me: "You offered your companions five hundred thousand galleons each, Heir Potter, that is more than what a lower-middle-class family earns in a lifetime. That will not mean much for House Greengrass and Davis, but for House Tonks and Turpin that is a big social boost. For Miss Granger, it will mean danger, I am sorry to say, she will be the target of impoverished Minor and Noble Houses."

I shrugged: "Lord Black will no doubt take Hermione as a ward for House Black until she reaches adulthood or I get my Lordship, I will also protect her at Hogwarts."

I got serious now and asked: "How far are you along with those nasty trinkets? Blooddagger? Do you have them all?"

"Not all of them, Heir Potter," he answered, "The artifacts that are cleansed are in your vault. We are waiting for you to deliver the last one. You told us you needed Lord Black for that."

Puzzled Sirius asked: "What trinkets and what do you need me for, Pup?"

"We are Horcrux hunting, Sirius," I said, "One was with Lucius and Narcissa at their home, one was found in Bellatrix's vault, I bet there is one in your mothers' house, I heard she was a big fan."

Sirius swore: "That crazy maniac! Did he make more than one? If that is so, then it is possible there is one at home, my mother was batshit crazy and worshiped that creep."

"Call your elf, "I said, "If you have one that is, it will know if there is one or not."

I have to speed things up here, I feel that I am almost done here, Dumbledore got kicked from his pedestal, Voldy is one Horcrux from his next adventure, I am fucking rich, and in a few more years am shagging the female population of wizarding Britain.

"Kreacher! Come here!" called Sirius out loud.

A minute later an old ugly elf in dirty rags popped in: "Why is nasty blood traitor Master calling Kreacher? Poor Mistress will turn in her gave of shame."

I interrupted before it got out of hand: "Be silent, elf! By the look of you, that Mistress would turn in her grave if she knew how her elf shames House Black with those dirty rags you wear. Now listen carefully, is there an evil artifact in your Mistresses' home? So evil, it can not be destroyed normally? Answer to the Heir of House Black!"

The dirty elf comment hit home, elves can blush after all. He started wailing: "Kreacher tried to destroy the evil locket, Kreacher could not do Master Regi's command, Kreacher could not fulfill Master's last command."

Meh, let's put him out of his misery: "Bring the locket here Kreacher, we will destroy the evil in it. You can even watch them do it… that is if you remove that dirty rag and dress in something proper. Now go!"

Sirius looked at me slack-jawed and said: "Prongslet? Where did you learn to handle house elves like that? I never saw that nasty beast obey someone so fast."

I shrugged: "I read a book about house elves and visited the kitchen at Hogwarts. The elves like me, and I like them, it is that simple."

A prim and proper elf, in a brand new costume, including the Black Crest, delivered the last Horcrux and followed the goblins to the ritual chamber to see it cleansed. The locket went in my vault of course.

"Kreacher," I said to him, "If you can wait for a few years, then we will recover your Masters Locket. When we do, you can have it as a reward for your excellent service to House Black. Until then, I want you to clean the house so that we would not be ashamed to entertain visitors. Don't exhaust yourself doing it though. Now go."

"Sirius, elves are not nasty beasts," I lectured, "They want two things, something to do and affection from the family they are bonded with. I don't know what went wrong between you two, but I advise you to correct it."

"Mother ordered him to punish me all the time." confessed Sirius, "I hated him for it, I guess it became mutual after a time. It will be hard for me to like him, pup."

"Well, Sirius, I have a solution for that, do you want to hear it?" I asked, without waiting for his answer I continued, "At the moment, I am homeless, the cottage is confiscated by the ministry, and our mansion was destroyed by Voldy. Let me buy your Mothers old house, you can live in the manor you reclaimed from the Malfoy's. What do you think?"

Xxxxx

One week later: Here before you stands the proud owner of Grimmauld Place 12! I even got Dobby in the deal! To top it all, I know, I always had a soft spot for her, I bonded with Winky too. She was eager to have a home again, the company of two others was the cherry on top for her.

It took two weeks for a team of curse breakers to make the rooms and library Hermione safe proof, under the watchful eye of Kreacher, they removed the curses on the books and put an age spell on them instead. Only adults are allowed to open certain books. I know that Daphne, Tracey, and Lisa are book crazy too, but we can all agree that Hermione tops them all.

On one evening, a few weeks before Christmas, in the RoR I announced: "You know that I bought the house in London from Sirius, at the moment the curse breakers are finished removing the dangerous stuff, therefore you are all invited to spend the Christmas holiday there with me, or at least pay a visit."

I looked at Hermione: "You can bring your parents, the house is warded, so the ministry can't detect us doing Magic. You can show it to your folks. Sirius will be there to supervise. Nim? Can you be our chaperone? Please? Pretty please?"

Tonks grumbled: "You can bet I'll be there! Maybe I'll get some peace and quiet. I get hounded by every pureblood with money problems, even Charlie bloody Weasley started writing letters to me again. That tosser dropped me last year for a job in a dragon preserve, I bet he is sorry now."

Susan commented: "On one side I am sorry I missed that adventure, on the other side, looking at the amount of unwanted attention you all receive, I am glad I missed it. How many marriage contracts are offered to you, Daphne? Tracey?"

Daphne sighed: "Too many already, Susan. Some are downright scandalous, boys from age two to old men of eighty years old all demanding a contract as if we have to be grateful they offer it in the first place."

"Dad complained about it too," commented Tracey, "there are even some with compulsion charms on it to sign."

Hannah said: "Put an announcement in the Daily Prophet that you will sue those for Line theft. That will scare most of them off."

"Dad was glad I did not go down there with you, Harry," said Zack, "He went to see the Basilisk at Gringotts and said you were lucky to survive at all. He said that no amount of Galleons can bring the dead back to life, and it was not worth the risk. Although I would go down to the chamber with you if I was there."

"I bet Gran would kill me if I went along and got hurt," commented Neville.

Nim went to me and sat herself on my lap, she put her arms around me and said: "But our brave hero kept us safe. Girls, I have a solution for our problems, we spread the word that the five of us are betrothed to Harry. That will stop those bloody gold diggers."

I pinched her butt and complained: "Really, Nim? Blame it on Potter to hog all the wealthy girls? What did I do to you to deserve this?"

She slapped the back of my head: "You killed a Basilisk. That is what you did. Take responsibility for it."

This is the last time I play Santa god damned!

Xxxxx

I opened my eyes, and noticed that I sat in a car with a bunch of redheads… the inside of that car was clearly expanded to let them all fit inside. The question is: why am I in a car with the Weasleys?

I went to bed last night in Grimmauld Place 12 after Nim snogged me to wish me a happy new year and the others gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

I thought I was hallucinating when I saw words floating in front of me.

FIRST LAYER COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY.