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Mrs. J.K., I am back on the Pure Blood side, no more Cross-overs to sully your pureness! Too much? Nah.

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1 A Dog's life.

Gllbbbllob? What the fuck? Why the fuck am I in water? Bloody salt water? The last I remember was driving my car on a mountain road. Bloody cold water! This feels all kinds of wrong! My arms and legs feel different… I lifted an arm in front of me…! Gllblblb gah! I swallowed a pint of seawater, that is not an arm! That is a fucking paw of a dog!

Now I have become aware of myself, I am a bloody dog swimming in a cold sea at night... No, it is almost morning. A wave lifted me a bit higher… Ah! I can see the coast in the distance. I better head that way, I am fucking tired.

Dog paddling is the way to move forward, I put my thoughts aside and concentrate to keep my heading, there is a strong current that is pulling me aside and forces me to correct my course every time a wave lifts me high enough to see the coast.

The sun was high when I finally reached land, panting, I dragged myself to a spot in the dunes, out of the wind and in the sunlight, to speed up my drying. One last shake to get rid of most of the water, and I collapsed in the bushes.

Xxxxx

I woke up from a nightmare, I was in a prison where the guards sucked all my happiness away. Why would I dream about that when I am a dog? Then it dawned on me when my memories seeped in, I am Sirius bloody Black and I just escaped Azkaban! I got to get away from here before they searched the coast for tracks.

I am dry and warm, that is something I did not feel for a long time. Hmm, I am a dog… let's smell if something edible is around, this dog is hungry. Sniffing the air got me all kinds of odors, that is a sensory overload! How can a dog differentiate what is food or not?

Sniff… Food! That-a-way! Walk, stupid mutt, don't draw attention to yourself by running. There is a house and people are eating dinner outside. I am a bloody big dog, how do I get them to feed me instead of getting their hunting rifle?

Carefully I got closer, ah, a kid saw me… now I have to play the nice doggy, sit and beg with a paw… the kid is pointing at me and said something to a male, I guess his dad. My ears feel like they are still full of seawater, I am still waving my paw… should I wave my tail too?

The kid is halfway to me with a bowl when his father called, "Come back, Sean! If you feed it, he won't go away and lord knows what parasites are in that fur."

Son of a bitch! That kid is getting away with my food! Get back here you brat! I got my begging in a higher gear and whined pitifully at the brat. I lowered myself on my belly and wagged my tail like crazy. Yes! The kid stopped and turned to me.

"Dad," called out Sean, "he is really hungry and he seems like a nice dog, can I feed him the table scraps, please?"

"No Sean, it is a strange dog, he could be dangerous," replied Dad, I am starting to hate that guy, "Give the bowl to me and I will give it to him."

OK, that is better, give it to me! Carefully the Father approached me and placed the bowl six feet from me. Then he walked backward keeping his eyes on me all the time. Slowly I went to the bowl and held back my urge to eat like Ron Weasley. I savored the food, chicken, some veggies, a few loaves of bread… this was better than the swill I got in Azkaban!

When I was done, I moved away to my original spot, turned, and begged for more. Hey! I am a big dog, but that was not enough to fill me up. It was so good that I am not ashamed to beg for more.

This must be a family gathering, eight adults and four kids are watching me beg like a Dog, it works though, the father came with another bowl, wagging the tail, tongue out of my mouth to the side, begging with the paw… Score!

"Here, have a drink, then you better get away from here," said the Father to me, I'm hating that guy again! Although I am thirsty, so I won't refuse it.

I heard the man say to the others, "If he stays, I will call the RSPCA to catch that dog, it is too big to let it roam free. He doesn't have a collar and is skin over bones. I bet he is abandoned by its owner. It is clearly a cross between an Irish Wolfhound and a Mastiff. I bet it can eat for ten. I hate to be the one to buy its food."

Hey! I am not a Bastard Dog! Have some respect for the Grim! But I better not stay around here, if the Normals hunt for a dog and the Wizards for a man, then there is no way to hide for me.

When I was done drinking, I moved out of sight to a spot in the evening sun and laid down to warm up. I need to get my strength up, Little Whinging is far away. I was wondering how I was going to get there without being caught, slowly I dozed away and fell asleep.

Xxxxx

Early in the morning, I woke up, I wondered how the hell I ended up here as Sirius Black. I must have died, there was no other explanation that made sense. I tried to remember how I died…

Hah! I died from old age! No, let me guide you through my thought process. You see when you get older some things stop growing while other stuff grows like weed. Did you know the nose and ears keep on growing? I didn't either until I took a good look in the mirror.

The other stuff that keeps on growing are the hairs of your eyebrows, Ears, and Nose, and I tell you, they grow like weeds indeed. That brings me to my cause of death. My nose hair. Yes, my cause of death is my nose hair. You see, I clipped my nose hair, and it started to grow back with a vengeance, once long enough it reached the inside of my nose and started tickling and itching.

Now, I was driving on a mountain road, and I had to sneeze, I tried to suppress it, but it kept on building up. Finally, I had to let it out, it was on a straight stretch of road so I gave it the mother of all sneezes, my eyes were closed for only a second, but that was enough for some deer to cross the road in front of me.

Stupid me tried to avoid the pack of Bambies and drove into a ravine. All because my nose itched, Dead by Truck San is more preferable in my opinion. Anyway, I died of old age symptoms, killer nose hairs indeed.

Anyway, I have to move, I am still too close to Azkaban to feel comfortable. I have to stay away from the roads and move south, I remember saying he is at Hogwarts over and over, so I have to move away from there. Ah, a tree… crap did I just sniff at a tree and lift my leg? I need a mind healer, badly.

Xxxxx

Halfway in the morning, I stopped for a rest, I was so out of shape, there must be a better way to deal with this. Sirius ran blindly to Harry, come to think of it, how did he know where Harry was? Did he know he was with Petunia? Or does he have a homing signal on the boy?

I closed my eyes and focused… I must say I have the urge to run south. There has to be a Magic connection with Harry or I would have never found him in Little Whinging. Hmm, let's see, Apparating is out, they are monitoring my Magic signature, they have it from my Auror training.

I don't have a wand… I better stop thinking like Sirius, but like one that knows the story. What are my options? The rat is still in Egypt, Harry is getting bullied by the Dursleys, and the Aurors are out to let me snog a Dementor.

What can I remember about the Fidelius on James Cottage? I know only the caster can switch Secret Keepers, and I know Dumbledore cast that Spell. I was the one who suggested taking Peter or Remus and letting me be the Decoy. I felt the Spell that took the secret away from me and transferred it to another one.

I still knew the Secret, but I could not tell it to someone anymore. I visited them that night, and James said they chose Peter because Remus was infiltrating the packs. I remember James telling me he and Lily wrote their will and made me the second Guardian after Alice. They listed several friends as an alternative in case the war got worse.

Well, I am not going to fucking Dumbledore! In the books, he admitted that he knew about Harry's situation at home, the abuse and starvation included. In the Order of The Phoenix, he told Harry he knew.

"Five years ago you arrived at Hogwarts, Harry, safe and whole, as I had planned and intended. Well, not quite whole. You had suffered. I knew you would when I left you on your aunt and uncle's doorstep. I knew I was condemning you to ten dark and difficult years."

In the book of The Half-Blood Prince, he said to the Dursleys: "He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands."

If that doesn't count as proof, this line is, "The magic I evoked fifteen years ago means that Harry has powerful protection while he can still call this house 'home.' However miserable he has been here, however unwelcome, however badly treated, you have at least, grudgingly, allowed him houseroom."

That bastard dares to admit to Harry that he left a sixteen-month-old baby on a doorstep and abandoned him, with the full knowledge of the abuse! Safe and whole, as I intended, well, not quite whole… the fucking bastard dares to joke about it!

What nobody knows is that James and Lily allowed me to Blood adopt Harry and made him my Heir Primary. Uncle Alphard made me his heir and he was loaded! I did not want to let that kind of money go to those vultures. Going on the memory of those books, Grandfather did not kick me out of the Black Family… that means I have a place to go to!

I turned into a human and called out, "Kreacher! I demand that you come to me!'

Kreacher must have been fighting it, I had to call him three more times before he caved in. he popped in front of me, "What does traitorous Son of my Mistress wants from Kreacher?"

I took a deep breath to calm down, "I am Heir Primary Black, Kreacher. I am the next Lord Black. Not those upstarts from France, or that crazy bitch in Azkaban. Maybe Regulus can be the next Lord. Is he still alive?"

Kreacher started shaking, "Kreacher failed Master Reggy! Kreacher could not save Master from that Cave," Kreacher started sobbing, "Kreacher failed to obey Master Reggy's last command."

I let Kreacher tell me the full story of my brother Regulus and how he died. Finally, I commented, "So, Voldemort was an Enemy of Reggy too. Did you know Malfoy was an inner circle of Voldemort? Take me to Grimmauld Place, I will find a way to destroy the locket."

Kreacher shook his head, "That be too far away, Kreacher be too old and not strong enough anymore. Kreacher will punish himself when he gets home."

Ah! "Do you happen to know a free elf, Kreacher?" I asked, "I can hire him or her to ease your workload."

Kreacher looked at me, "You be hanging Kreacher's head to the Wall of Honor?"

I shook my head, "Nope, you still have several years of loyal service in you. Tell you what, if you think it is time for you, then you may ask for it yourself."

Kreacher paused for a bit, nodded, and snapped his fingers, two house elves appeared, a boy and a girl. "These be looking for work, Master," said Kreacher.

By the look on the elf's face, they were not eager to bond with me, I introduced myself, "Sorry for my looks, but I had some difficult years behind me. Let me introduce myself, I am Lord Black when I don my ring, and I need an elf for House Black and an elf for House Potter. Kreacher is getting old and I don't know what happened with the Potter elves."

The boy elf gasped, "Master Harry Potter Sir be looking for an elf? Dobby wants to be a Potter Elf!"

The girl elf asked Kreacher, "This Master is having a proper Home? Or does Penny have to sleep outside?"

Kreacher nodded, "Master has three proper homes, one be in London, one be in France, one be on an island. Master has a lot of Galleons."

With a snap of his fingers my outfit was cleaned, Kreacher added, "We need to teach Master proper manners."

Penny turned to me, "Penny wanting to be House Black Elf, Master."

I put my hand on Dobby's head, "I Sirius Orion Black, sworn Godfather and blood-adopted Father of Harold James Potter, take Dobby in service for House Potter in Harold's Name! Does Dobby accept?" Yes, Harry's official name is Harold.

Dobby glowed, "Dobby accept to be Master Harry Potter's Elf!"

I turned to Penny and put my hand on her head, "I, Heir Primary, soon Lord Black take Penny in service for House Black. Does Penny accept?"

Penny answered dignified, "Penny accepts to be House Black elf."

Once I felt the Magic settle, I told them, "Take me to Grimmauld Place, we have a lot to do."

Xxxxx

We arrived at Mother's old house… a dump! Penny looked questioning at Kreacher, a blushing Kreacher, who said, "Mistress forbade Kreacher to clean. She wanted bad son to stay away. And squatters to keep out."

I gathered my thoughts, "Right, first I need to get clean, then food, then we discuss the rest."

It has been ages since I had a proper bath! I had to refresh the water two times, Penny put a potion in the water, "These are killing nasty bugs, Master. Azkaban bugs are nasty critters. Penny be destroying dirty rags."

"Thank you Penny." was all I said while I was scrubbing the dirt from thirteen years of Azkaban from my body.

An hour later I came down, wearing some of Reggy's old clothes, a good meal was waiting for me. Finally a full stomach! It has been years since I ate that much! Azkaban is one hell of a diet center I tell you.

Penny gave me a potion, "Master taking this or you be vomiting the food back out. Master's stomach is not fit for all that food."

When I drank the disgusting potion, I gathered my thoughts, "Dobby? Can you feel where Harry is? Is he alright?"

Dobby shook his head, "Master Harry Sir is with mean Aunt, they be treating him bad. Dobby knows where Master Harry lives."

I nodded, "We have to make sure this house is fit to live in for Harry, in the meantime, you keep an eye on Harry, bring him food if he is hungry, and tell him his Godfather hired you. If he asks where I was, tell him that they held me prisoner all these years. No, not that, that will scare him away. Tell him you… just bring him food. Keep out of sight for the rest."

Harry is a bit wary to let Dobby save his life, a bludger being the hard evidence. I turned to Kreacher and Penny, "Prepare the Lord's room and the Heir Room, then clean the rooms in the order you see fit. Dobby can help. I am going to take a nap. Don't respond to the calls of other members of House Black until I give permission for it."

Xxxxx

I woke up a few hours later, dressed, and walked out of the room, at the doorpost I sniffed… crap, I have been a dog for too long. Downstairs, Penny pointed me to the Parlor, "There be Tea and Biscuits, Master. Dobby has news for you."

Dobby waited for me in the Parlor, "Master Harry sir is not happy with Nasty Aunt, they be locking up Master's Owl and school trunk. They let Master Harry work with little food. Dobby asks if Dobby can bring Master Harry here?"

I shook my head, "I need a wand first, Dobby. No doubt there will be trackers on him and his stuff. Unless you can remove them yourself, I need a Wand for it."

"Dobby can remove trackers, Kreacher knows more, he can do them too," replied Dobby, "Can Dobby bring Master Harry here?"

"Let me write a letter to Harry's aunt first" I calmed him, "Bring me pen and paper, the Muggle kind."

I wrote a nice letter to Petunia to thank her for all those years of good care, and gave it to Dobby, "Dobby, if possible transfer the trackers to Harry's bed so it looks like he is still there, and give this to Petunia. Let Kreacher check him out when he is here, I bet the Ministry is tracking his Wand as we speak."

I thought of something, "Kreacher, bring a book about Blood adoption, a book about the Godfather's oath, and a book about the Fidelius Charm if you please."

Kreacher must have a change of heart, that bugger used to hate me with a passion. Maybe because I hated him too. The books appeared on the table, I paged them through and let them open on the page that explained the spells.

Xxxxx

Harry popped in front of me, I held my hands up, "Peace, Harold Potter. I mean you no harm. Dobby, if Harry's wand is clear, can you give it to him, please? Ah! Do you feel safer? Well, Harry, I have a sad tale to tell. It all started the day Voldemort went after your and Neville Longbottom's parents."

Harry interrupted me, "Neville's parents too? Why? Who are you?"

"Good question, Harry. I am Lord Black, I explain it in a bit. You see, a Seer made a prophecy about a boy born when the seventh month dies that can vanquish him. Unfortunately, that meant you or Neville. Both parents went into hiding when it became clear Voldemort knew part of the Prophecy. There was a rat that spilled our secrets"

"Your Parents decided to hide in Godricks Hallow in a cottage under a Fidelius spell. This book explains the spell and the requirements. First, they made me the Secret Keeper, but I noticed I got targeted more than usual, so they knew I was James Secret Keeper."

With a sigh I continued to the hard part, "I convinced James and Lily to change to another Secret Keeper because I was compromised. This time only the caster and the new Secret Keeper were present when the Secret changed to another person, James told me Peter was the new Secret Keeper I recognized his handwriting anyway."

"You see, at Hogwarts, your Father, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and I were in the same year at Griffindor and were close friends who pranked a lot, I admit we were bullies sometimes. We changed the Secret Keeper to Peter Pettigrew, it was unfortunate that Peter was the mole that spilled our secrets to Voldemort. He betrayed your parents to Voldemort."

I shook my head, "Peter was not the only one that betrayed your Parents and me, Harry. The night James and Lily got killed, I took you from the wreckage and faced Hagrid. Dumbledore sent him to get you and was willing to fight me over it. You probably know Hagrid, he is a good man, but orders from Dumbledore are sacred."

"To my shame I handed you over, thinking you were in good hands, so I could chase the traitor. Two days later I faced him in the street of his apartment, there he surprised me by accusing me I betraying James and Lily, and before I could react, he blew up the gas pipe under the street, causing an explosion that killed thirteen people."

I looked Harry in the eyes and continued, "I got hit by the debris to the head. Dazed, I kept saying that it was my fault James and Lily died. I was stunned from behind and woke up in Azkaban, No investigation, no trial. They painted me as the right-hand man of Voldemort. The Death Eaters in Azkaban found it a good joke and confirmed it, no matter what I said, nobody believed me."

I pointed at the book about the Fidelius, "There you can find the other traitor, it said that the original caster has to change the Secret Keeper. Dumbledore cast the Fidelius and knew Peter was the new Secret Keeper. Can you think of a reason why Dumbledore let me rot in Azkaban?"

Harry had been listening to my story and shook his head, "I don't know why he would do that, Sir."

I pointed to the two other books, "There is your answer, When I was fifteen, I left this house in anger, my Mother could be compared to your aunt Petunia, James's parents took me in, Aunt Dorea was James' Mother. She was the sister of my Grandfather. James was my brother in all but blood."

"When you were born they made me and Neville's mother your sworn Godparents. If anything happens to your parents, we are oath-bound to provide for you. I don't know what happened to Alice, but you not with her means she died."

I finished my case, "With me in Azkaban, Dumbledore could take control over your life. You are a child of prophecy and I bet he is shaping you in the way he wants you to be. Dobby told me a bit about your aunt and Uncle. I can tell you right now you will never return there."

When I saw Harry's smile on his face, I knew I convinced him, "There is one more thing, Harry, I inherited a lot of money from my uncle Alphard. Back in the day, I thought I was kicked out of House Black, for that reason, I made you my Heir. Your parents allowed me to Blood-adopt you so I can call you my son too. Now that I am Lord Black, you are still my Heir Primary."

Harry was stunned, "I am going to be a Lord? I know nothing about that!"

I nodded, "That is another betrayal, Harry, You are the Heir Primary of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. Your Magical Guardian should have trained you from seven years old. You, as the sole survivor of your House, should have been prepared for Hogwarts and to handle all the House businesses. That you haven't is a crime."

I stood up, "We have almost two months to correct it. Harry, your parents were rich, it would be a shame if you squandered it all by ignorance. I have to do the same. Ah, I made Dobby your personal House Elf, he was eager to take the job, I hope you don't mind. He is the one that could find you."

I heard him mutter when I left the room, "Hermione will throw a tantrum, I just know it."

I went to the Lord's office, and put my hand on the handle, the words formed in my mind, "Heir Black is ready to wear the Ring and accept all responsibilities."

I felt a nick in the palm of my hand, to take my blood, the door opened, and on the desk was the case with the Rings for the Lord and Lady and the rings for the Heirs. I sat behind the Desk and put the ring on my finger, it fitted itself on my finger, and a bunch of information flooded into my head.

I grinned, "It is time to let the Grim bark!"