A young, beautiful lady with black hair and blue, icy eyes sat in front of the Hokage Sarutobi. Sarutobi stared at the woman as she held onto a small baby boy that could only be one and a half years old.
"Pardon my suspicions. But we never had one of your kind come here for help since the bad blood between your kind and mine is not in the best area right now," said Sarutobi after several minutes of silence with a suspicious voice.
"I am well aware of the situation between the Wizarding World and your Shinobi, Sarutobi," said the lady sharply. "But as it is now, I can't turn to anyone in the Wizarding World for aid since the family it is about is highly respected," she said.
Sarutobi raised an eyebrow before he put down his pipe and put his arms on the desk of his office, folding them slightly. "Let's start with an introduction," said Sarutobi simply.
The lady blinks several times. "How rude of me!" she mumbled at that. "I am Walburga Black, Lady of the Black Family of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. I came for aid, but not for me but for the boy in my arms," said Walburga as she swept her hand over the sleeping infant in her arms.
"I have gathered as much, which is one of the reasons why I allowed this meeting," said Sarutobi as he eyed the boy in Walburga's arms. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead, Sarutobi could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. "Who is he?" asked Sarutobi slowly.
"This is Harry James Potter, heir of the Most Noble and Ancient Potter Family. Firstborn child of a set of twins, believe it or not. However, that's where things start to get complicated," said Walburga with a grimace.
"Please tell me what you know, and afterwards we will figure out the reason why you are here," said Sarutobi as he eyed the boy slightly in curiosity.
"Well, I don't know all the details, but my son, Sirius Black, came to me a month ago with this young lad who almost starved to death, and my first priority was to get him fed and his strength back. It came to my attention that James and Lily, Harry's parents, did not even look for young Harry, which I thought was really odd," started Walburga as she thought back to that evening when she really noticed something was amiss.
"Sirius," said Walburga when she noticed Sirus coming back home; he had done that a lot now to check in on Harry. "I really hope to get an explanation of why you have the Potter child here," said Walburga, crossing her arms over her chest. Her black dress was glittering in the dim light of the living room as she stared at her son, who shakily sat down on a couch.
"Mum..." Sirius started before he gave a deep sigh, knowing his mother wouldn't allow him to drop out of the subject at hand. "After the Dark Lord was defeated, Andrew James Potter was hailed as the Boy Who Lived in the thought that he defeated the Dark Lord," started Sirius as he took a deep breath.
Walburga nodded at that. She knew exactly that tale; it had been all over the news, but she hadn't believed that a child, let alone a year-old boy, would be able to defeat the Dark Lord. He was over 30 years old, finished school, and was very powerful. The fact that a child was able to defeat him was almost laughable.
"Go on," said Walburga, her perfect mask of indifferency on full force as she was sorting out her thoughts away from the ridiculus Boy Who Lived.
Sirius shifted; he wondered how he should explain this to his own mother, whom he had no good relationship with, but he knew the reason why he had come to her. Walburga might be cold and indifferent on many things, but when it comes to magical children, especially abused or neglected ones, she became a person people could rely on quickly.
"I became suspicious after a month had passed and I hadn't seen Harry; when asked, I was always told that he was in the nursery and didn't seem to like the spotlight," started Sirius as he wet his lips slightly. "I thought it was weird; Harry was just one year old at the time, and I was sure that it was just because of the sudden change of so many people appearing. But this continued even when I came to the Potter Manor when no one but the Potters was there, but the response was that he was sleeping instead," said Sirius slowly.
Walburga raised an eyebrow slowly. "You mean to tell me that Harry was always in the nursery whenever you came for a visit? How the hell would you be able to bond with the boy since, to my understanding, you were the godfather to the little one?" said Walburga coldly.
"That was my reaction at first too," admitted Sirius sheepishly as he tried to smile, but it fell apart very fast, which made Walburga blink since her son was always a happy-go-go child, and even if it infuriated her at times, she had come to accept Sirius somewhat.
"When I went to check on Harry a month ago and had enough of James dodging all my questions, I noticed that he was awake but didn't cry or anything. When I picked him up, I smelled that he had been using his diapers, so I changed them, and that was when I saw that Harry was underfed," said Sirius as he shifted slightly on the couch.
"Underfeed?" asked Walburga angrily. "He was almost starved," she snapped before taking a deep breath. It wouldn't be good to lose control right now.
"I know, but that wasn't enough for me to take Harry; no, that came when I overheard Lily tell James that she was pregnant again," said Sirius slowly.
Walburga stared at Sirius blankly for a long time before she blinked once. "Pregnant?" she asked numbly.
Sirius nodded once. He was getting nervous when he noticed Walburga standing there with her arms still crossed over her chest. Walburga took a deep breath after a while before she spoke once more.
"And what for gender is it this time? And do I dare to ask how many it is?" asked Walburga.
Sirius shifted slightly as he gave an uneasy smile. "One boy," said Sirius slowly.
"A month later, I found out from Gringotts, the wizarding bank, that the Potter family had tried to make Andrew Potter the heir," said Walburga to Sarutobi; her words were slow and, to the point, easily understood. "However, seeing as Andrew was born an hour after Harry, the bank wouldn't change it, saying that James already had an heir. The best they could do was make Andrew the second heir in case something should happen to Harry. It was only at that time that they realized that Harry James Potter was no longer in the house," Walburga said.
Sarutobi stared at Walburga, thinking about the tale that she had told him. "What do you wish us to do?" asked Sarutobi slowly.
"Take the boy; adopt him somewhere in a clan or something. Teach him to become a shinobi. I will send books on the pureblood customs and beliefs as well as politics in our world. When he is eleven, he will return to the Wizarding World, but not as Harry James Potter but as someone else. I give you this chance, Sarutobi, a chance to also gather intellect on our world because it needs changes, and I know Harry will be that change," said Walburga.
"How do you know that for certain?" asked Sarutobi suspiciously, but he blinked in shock when he noticed Walburga's eyes grow distant as if in a trance.
"A child forsaken by kin, embraced by a clan. Schooled in the art of the shinobi. He bears the key to reshape the world, yet not in solitude. Allies stand by his side, their strength aiding his ascent. Though foes may obstruct his path, his voice shall not be stifled. Ancient adversaries of the shinobi shall become allies, and comrades will transcend into love. Beware, enemies, for the shadows hold secrets untold." Walburga said in a monotonous voice making Sarutobi stare in awe, for it was the first time he had witness the power of a sire, a prophecy of the future.