CHAPTER WAS REWRITTEN, THIS IS THE FINISHED PRODUCT

A/N: So the first chapter got the expected response, so here's chapter 2. For the main pairing, for those interested, I think I'm going to go with Daphne Greengrass. If you enjoy it, please let me know.

This chapter, at the beginning, isn't spaced out properly. I apologize if that is something that triggers you. Also this chapter has politics and I don't know anything about it so heads up for that.

THANK YOU ALPRAZ AND NANU FOR EDITING AND HELPING WITH THE STORY

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Potter Manor, Scotland

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When Harry first woke up in what he'd soon learn and call Potter Manor, he thought he was in a dream. Instead of finding himself lying on an old cot in a closet filled with cleaning supplies, Harry found himself in a four poster bed, with comforters cool to the touch in mid summer, and a room the size of the Dursleys' living room, dining room, kitchen, and hallway all in one.

Getting up from the bed he was on, the 8 year old left the room, feeling the urge to explore, and once Harry was outside he was amazed by the sight. With the ceiling being at least 9ft above him, he was surrounded with stone walls that werelined with statues of what he can only presume were griffins. Not only were there statues, there were also armour stands and portraits of people, with his matching bird nest like hair. The floor was made of wood and had a red and silver carpet laying down the middle.

Walking through the halls Harry's amazement only grew as the seconds passed, and it only stopped when a muffled crack was heard, making the 8 year old jump and flinch as his emerald eyes flew to the source. When they settled, calm flowed through him when he recognized who it was. "Uhhh A-Azazel, if I'm correct?"

The creature nodded hurriedly, making its ears flop around. "Master Hadrian is correct. I am called Azazel, a Loyal Head House Elf of House Potter." The now identified elf said as he bowed to Harry, confusing the boy even further. "How are you doing, Young Master?"

At this Harry finally realized that he wasn't in pain, looking down at his hands he found that they were covered in bandages. It was also then that Harry realized that he wasn't wearing his glasses. "I… how?" Was all the boy said as he looked into the surprising form fitting pajamas.

"Magic is how, my boy." Another voice came, making Harry look to the owner, and he found the man from the day prior making his way over to him. Charlus said as he stopped before him, "It seems as if the family magic has been doing its job."

Harry didn't know what the older man was talking about and slowly raised his hand in question. "Wha-what do you mean? And why does he… she… it? Call me Hadrian?" He asked as he pointed to the elf who was now standing straight and looking at the man opposite them.

It didn't take long for those blood red eyes to stare at him. "I be called Azazel and only Azazel! I am not 'he', 'she' or 'it'!" Through it all the little creature's voice was filled with annoyance and it finished by crossing its arms and look away and finished with saying in a whisper. "Stupid Master Hadrian."

However for Harry he only looked even more confused at this display, his emerald eyes looking to the amber ones of his relative, who chuckled as he patted the house elf on the shoulder. "It is alright Azazel, he is still new to our world. 'Harry' doesn't know that names are important to your species." Harry watched as Azazel puffed out his chest and vanished with a pop. This whole interaction was weird to the 8 year old, but it was something he could get used to. "Now 'Harry'." Charlus then returned his gaze back to him. "I know you have a lot of questions and you can rest assured I'll answer them all but I am of the belief that you are famished."

At that an audible grumble could be heard from Harry's stomach which didn't only make him blush but also filled him with apprehension. Every time his stomach would make a noise, the whale would beat him telling the weeping child that he was somehow ungrateful. Emerald eyes slowly made their way up to Charlus' amber pools and to his surprise they were filled with mirth. When Harry saw this he grew a bit of a back bone and asked. "Ho-how did you know?"

Charlus released a chuckle, one that brought a distant memory to the front of Harry's mind and filled him with a sense of relief. "Well, you've been asleep for the past 4 days and the family magic has been refilling your reserves, which just so happens to drain even more of your energy." Harry then watched as the man turned around and started walking. "Now we must get going, Uriel is known for not being patient when he's made a meal."

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"Before I begin answering your questions." Charlus spoke up with a dark look in his eyes after the Lord and Heir finished eating their breakfast. "Well I was taking care of you maggots of relatives, I've come to learn that they told you that Lily and James were alcoholics and died in a car accident."

Charlus watched as Harry's eyes widened at what he just said. He honestly couldn't blame the lad for being so shocked, the orphaned boy grew up believing that his parents were drunks, and to hear they weren't would put quite the weight on him after all the things Harry saw on that day.

But the shock slowly faded and Charlus allowed a smile to fill his face when he could see the cogs turning behind the eyes that were so strongly reminding him of the boy's mother. Feeling as if he could continue, he spoke up once more. "Your father and mother were anything but what the maggots told you. Your father was my grandson who was powerful in all things he loved. He was stong and had a will of steel and if need be, James could be absolutely ruthless to his enemies. James Fleamont Potter, was one of the greatest wizards Britain could have had." At this a silent stray tear fell from Charlus amber eyes, remembering the days he had not only his son and grandson but also his wife Dorea.

He then watched as Harry looked down at his empty plate. "I… I never knew that." The boy said in a voice above a whisper. Even from where Charlus was sitting, the aged man could see the tears and a slight smile on his young heir's face. "What else can you tell me about my father?"

Placing a firm hand on the boy's shoulder Lord Potter nodded with a smile. "That is what I will be doing for you Harry." The boy looked to him with emerald eyes with a small glint of hope. "My son, your grandfather Fleamont, was taken from us at a young age because of a Floo accident and with Euphemia passing shortly after, my wife Dorea and I raised James as our own." Charlus let out a small chuckle. "However, while James might have grown into a man Dorea and I would be proud of, he however lacked a very important factor and that was to be willing to sacrifice his freedom for his house and family." Negative emotions filled Charlus at this, sorrow, pain, regret, and guilt were but a few. "From there, everything went downhill. Dorea having passed away from natural causes, your father and mother went into hiding and not a few months later the family magic faltered, signaling death in the family."

The room was filled with silence and Charlus knew that he might have gone too far. He was supposed to tell Harry about his parents, not the fall and death of their family. Looking to the young lad the aged wizard saw his heir staring at his empty plate, and even with Harry's eyes being blocked by his black hair, he could see tears swollen in them.

Releasing a guilt filled sigh Charlus continued speaking. "I must apologize to you, my boy. It seems I've gotten into it and forgotten that I was supposed to tell you about your parents." The aged wizard watched as his descendant shook his head, his hair waving as he moved and after a few seconds the boy whipped his eyes with his hands, and emerald magic filled eyes were staring at him. "Your father was one of the greatest people to come from Britain and your mother, she was the greatest all of Europe could ever ask for."

Harry's eyes then filled with magic, showing Charlus that his attention was focused on what he was going to say. "Lily was Muggleborn, a person born of muggle parents, and when James first told me about her, I will not deny that I had my suspicions at first. But as I got to know the Witch that was your mother, I've learned that she wasn't like the other muggleborns. She took time to learn our culture, our laws, our way of life and most importantly Lily never once tried to change things."

Charlus remeninced on the times he spent with the orange haired woman, she respected him as he should have and even when the Potter Lord told her to stop she continued, calling him Lord Father, or even Father in Law. He also remembered the wedding, the day everyone forgot about the war and acted as if they were at peace. During the wedding ceremony Lord Potter sat at the head of the table and he had the opportunity to watch as his grandson and granddaughter in law danced and laughed, it was also the day Lily announced her pregnancy, which gave Charlus hope for the future of his family.

Shaking his head from the memories, the aged man saw the confusion on his heir's face. "What do you mean about you having suspicions about my mother? Did she do anything wrong?" Hearing this, Charlus couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his own mistake.

"Not at all Hadrian, your mother did nothing wrong at all." Lord Potter said, and he noticed when a black haired eyebrow raised in question at mention of the name. "We'll talk about that later but first I must correct myself on what I said." A dark and gloomy look came over the aged wizard, having to remember the day everything changed. "You'll soon learn my boy, that I am one of the many wizards and witches that have a strong hatred towards the muggles and muggleborns. When I was younger, my father and younger brother were killed while my mother and older sister were raped and murdered by invading muggles before my eyes, and the only reason why I'm still alive today is because of them hiding me away." Charlus shivered as memories of that day came to the forefront of his mind, these were the nightmares that kept him up at night, these and the death of his beloved and the destruction of his family.

Unknown to Lord Potter was that his heir was making his way over to him, and before he could do anything, Charlus was surprised to find small arms around him and the body of his great grandson pressed against him, in a comforting embrace. Regaining his composure Charlus placed a hand on Harry's back, and gave it a few pats.

"Thank you Hadrian." He said once again calling his heir by his birth name. The two remaining Potters stayed like this for a few seconds longer until the younger broke it, allowing Charlus to notice how tense the 8 year old boy was from the interaction. This was probably a new experience for the lad, having no human interaction such as a simple embrace before in his life. This filled the aged wizard with more hatred for the muggle population, his amber eyes watched as his great grandson sat down in the chair he claimed.

Sending everything behind the walls of his mind, Charlus continued. "My hatred for Muggleborns came in my early years. Every and all the muggleborns I've met tried to change our society, in the way of culture, religion, even the way we live our lives. They never tried to learn our ways, our way of life, or even how we differ from others. No, they tried to destroy everything we, of Wizarding Britain, held dear."

From what Charlus saw in those emerald eyes, he found understanding deep in them, he even saw disappointment in them. "But mother was different?" Harry said in a questioning voice. "You said earlier that she took time to understand your ways, laws, and such."

Charlus nodded with a smile. "She was, Lily did learn our ways and so much more. She even came to me when she had questions on some things she didn't quite understand." The boy smiled at this information, and so did the aged man. "Your mother, Lily Evans Potter, was the smartest witch Britain could have ever asked for. Both of your parents were some of the greatest people we could have ever asked for and when they were taken from us, we began a great spiral downwards." With that he was finished it was also the moment their dishes disappeared, making Harry flinch at the sudden disappearance, and in their place was a cup of tea for the Potter Head and a glass of orange juice for the heir.

Sending a thanks through magic to Uriel for the beverages, he took a sip of his earl gray and allowed its warmth to flow through him. Charlus released a satisfied sigh at the texture and taste, he was a sucker for a good warm cup of earl gray tea. His amber eyes then turned to his heir and saw a small smile on the lad's face as he sipped his own drink.

"Now, I believe you have a few questions for me." Charlus said, and he was happy to see excitement in those eyes when they went to him. "I'll answer all to the best of my ability and I hope by the end of this, you will find it in yourself to find this place as a new home for you Hadrian."

The boy nodded and he began the questioning. "Why do you call me Hadrian? I've always been called, when my name was used, Harry, Harry Potter. Never once have I heard my name as Hadrian." Charlus went to answer but the lad asked another. "Where are we? What are House Elves? Why is there no one else here? Will I be returning to 'them'? Please don't take me back to them…." Harry said the last bit in a whisper as his eyes went to the cup of orange juice.

Charlus nodded to each question the lad asked, and when he heard what the boy whispered, the Potter Lord placed his cup of tea on the sauser it appeared with and knelt down beside the boy, his old bones popping having not been used to this movement or position. "Hadrian, Harry." Amber eyes looked into pools of emeralds. "I promise you, I swear it on the graves of my beloved Dorea and your parents, that you will never be returned to the place I saved you from, and I promise that those cockroaches have found their place in the depths of Hell." He finished as he gently placed a hand on the boys head and brought their foreheads together. "I promise this."

Seconds went by without a sound or movement until the young Potter nodded, allowing Charlus to get to his feet and into the chair at the head of the table. "But for your other questions." He said after taking a sip of his tea once more, Harry did the same with his own drink. "The reason why we've been calling you Hadrian is because it was the name your mother gave you at birth. You see, we of the Potter family have a tradition we copied from the Ancient Egyptians. Every Potter was given two names at birth, your birth name and the name the public will know you by." The boy gave a small nod of trying to understand what he was saying. "To us, House Potter, our closest allies and friends, you are known as Hadrian James Potter, and that is the name that appears on your birth certificate and on the tapestry of our family. But to the public you are known as Harry James Potter. And if you want to go by the later or former is up to you, you can even make it known publicly that you are Hadrian instead of Harry."

The boy's eyes shined in understanding, having finally understood what the aged man was saying and what he meant. It took a few minutes before Harry spoke up. "I want my name to be known as Hadrian to the public, but to my family and friends, I would like them to call me Harry." He said this looking into amber eyes with absolute in his emerald pools.

Charlus nodded with a smile. "Of course. I'll send owls to our friends and allies as soon as I can, and who they are I will teach you another day." The boy nodded back and drank the rest of the juice in the cup, which immediately refilled with more orange juice. "Now where we are, is where you should have been raised when your parents were killed, but a old muggle loving fool found it paramount that it should never be." He said the last bit with bite and hatred. "This place is called Potter Manor, it has been in our family since our founder Linfred of Stinchcombe began his potion business, and you are welcome to traverse the halls and the lands around it, but I must warn you that the forest is not the safest of places, so do avoid the tree lines." The boy's eyes were filled with excitement at the prospect of exploring the lands of their ancestors, and nodded hastily at the warning he was given.

"House Elves are the beings that keep this manor and the lands running. They do as their lord bids without hesitation." At this anger filled Harry's eyes, and Charlus knew why so raised a hand to stop the child from speaking. "They are not slaves, I assure you they are not. To most noble families, House Elves are their family, they are treated justly and fairly. They need magic to live a sane and safe life, magic from Wizards and Witches, and if they do not get the right amount of magic, they grow insane." The room was filled with silence as the younger Potter took in this information and realization appeared in his emerald eyes. "Some House Elves are bonded to the House, but these house elves are rare and are sometimes boarding on the lines of insanity, for all of them need fresh magic from living members of the family they are loyal to."

"I… think I understand what you are saying." Harry spoke up and Charlus nodded. "But what about Azazel? He seemed mad that I didn't call him by his name earlier?"

He released a chuckle at the antics of the current Head House Elf. "Azazel is a rare breed of House Elves where he's extremely loyal and intelligent, and most importantly he's very fond of his name and wants to always be called it. So please forgive him for his little outburst, and if you want to know something interesting about our little friend?" Charlus asked as he leaned forward, Harry following shortly after. "Azazel is over 500 years old, he was born around the same time our founder was on his deathbed."

Charlus backed up to find wide emerald eyes, and he released a chuckle at the shocked expression his heir held, it was also then that he heard a *pop* behind him and not soon after a smack and sting on the back of his head, making the Potter Lord laugh as he rubbed the back of his head where the elf saw fit to hit him for breaching his secrets. Seconds flew by as the two Potters regained control of their own mindsets, with Charlus regaining control on his laughter and Harry controlling his surprise at learning that the small creature was five centuries older then he was.

The Potter Lord took one last breath before he continued, answering the last question Hadrian asked him. "The reason it's quiet is because you and I are the last Potters of the Main Branch." This news gained the attention of the boy as his eyes widened slightly. "When my father was around this Manor was bursting with sound and joy, but by the time my sister was born, the other potters were killed, died of the dragon pox, or moved to one of the overseas branches." He saw the question coming before it even came. "Yes, you and I might be the last Potters of the Main Branch, but we have families overseas. The most well known one is the American Branch, which is headed by Governor William Potter of New England. But we also have others such as the Irish, German, Indian, Japanese and Australian, but they are nowhere as close to as powerful or as influential as the American and the British branches."

When Charlus was finished with what he was saying he finished the tea that was remaining in his cup, and looked at Harry and saw the interest in his eyes. Looking at his watch he was surprised to find that it was a quarter past twelve. "Well look at that." He said as he got to his feet. "I must be leaving, I have somewhere to be in 15 minutes and it's of importance." Looking at his great grandson he gave the lad a smile. "But before I go, what I said earlier about being welcomed to roam the lands and the grounds, I wasn't lying. You are indeed allowed, and if you need help with anything do not be afraid to call for Azazel or Uriel."

The boy nodded but he saw that the boy had a question and gave him a small wave, encouraging him to ask what was on his mind. "Am I allowed to ask for glasses? I've grown used to them and honestly, I don't mind them." Harry asked and the answer Charlus gave him was a chuckle, nod and vanished in that order. Today was hopefully a new beginning to the Potter Head.

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Ministry of Magic, London

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On the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, a meeting amongst the Lords was being held, an Emergency Meeting that is, and no one Light, Dark nor Gray knew who called for it. After everyone arrived and the meeting was placed on paper, Amelia Bones spoke up and broke the silence. "Who called for this meeting?"

All looked around, eyes falling on their allies or their enemies, but when it was broken, all those on the Dark side felt a shiver go down their spine as they turned to the Black Seat. "I, Lord Arcturus Black called for this meeting."

Arcturus saw the worry in everyone's eyes when they spotted him, especially the Lord of the Noble House of Malfoy, and he couldn't help but allow a wolfish grin to take hold of his lips as his stormy gray eyes stared down at the blonde git. Oh, he enjoyed the fear in the man's eyes.

"Lord Black?" The Head of the DMLE spoke up once more, and the aged man looked at the woman. "I mean no offense but we thought you were dead."

The man let out a single laugh that was closer to a bark then a simple laugh and spoke. "Oh, my dear Lady Regent Bone, I am definitely not dead and even if I were and if my heir were truly dead then this seat would have vanished." His eyes then landed on all those that allied themselves to the false Prince. "Just like all those pureblood families who refused to bow to that Dark Lord Voldemort." Everyone flinched when he said 'His' name, there were also a few who glared at him and all it did was make him chuckle. "But no, I am not dead and am very much alive."

Amelia seemed to recover quickly, and Arcturus found more respect for the woman. "Well Lord Black, may we of this body know why you have called this Emergency Meeting for?" She and the two connected eyes and after a few seconds she nodded, giving the aged wizard all he needed.

Standing, Lord Black stepped forward and began the process. "I called this meeting for a few reasons, and to start it off." His gray eyes shot to the Leader of the Gray Faction. "Lord Greengrass, I ask your permission to join you and your fellow lords in the Opposition against the Light and Dark. I have grown tired of all the bullshit blood purity over here."

This made whispers fill the room and clicks of the cameras. For the first time in centuries, the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black would move from their dark ways. Arcturus watched as the Head Unspeakable stand. "Of course, Lord Black, we of the Opposition welcome you to our side and we hope that we can find a strong alliance."

He gave the Lord a small smile and nod of his head, and when the man returned it and sat down, Arcturus returned his attention to the gathering of Lords. "I would also like to announce that the following people have been removed from the family and their vaults confiscated." In the corner of his eyes, he saw the fear all over Lucius Malfoy. "Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, and Draco Lucius Malfoy." Another round of clicks of the journalists' cameras and he continued. "On the topic of removed family members. The Marriage Contract between Bellatrix and her husband Rodolphus stated that if they aren't able to bear a child, the contract is terminated, and with both in Azkaban and having not given birth, I call for the return of all the gold that the family was given for her hand and anything Bellatrix once owned."

At this the man who sat in the LeStrange seat shot to his feet, Lord Richard LeStrange. "You cannot do this!" Arcturus looked at the man, his face cold, hard, and his eyes dancing with magic. His lip rose when the lord stepped back, and as if he knew, the doors opened and everyone watched as a well-dressed and groomed goblin entered. On closer inspection, everyone noticed the pin on the creature's collar and everyone knew what was going to happen as it walked up the stairs and stopped beside Richard. "Wha… what's this?"

"That is the marriage contract and if you look it over you'll find that it says that if the couple failed to procreate, the marriage is terminated and that all the wealth and items she has claimed are returned to her family," Arcturus said, his voice ice and everyone watched as the man took the scroll and read it. "Expect the gold and items to be in the Black vault on the morrow."

Time ticked by and Arcturus watched as all were shocked at what had happened, normally something like this was done between the family and not in public and opened to the media. Overall the Lord of House Black was enjoying this way too much, and it only grew when he saw the utter terror in the Leader of the Dark Faction.

"It will be done, Lord Black." The aged man heard the LeStrange Lord say with seething eyes and gritted teeth. "Is that all you need of me?"

Instead of giving the man an answer in the form of speech, Arcturus waved him away angering the Lord even more as he sat down. Storm's gray eyes went to his family's account manager and nodded.

"Now onto my last reason." He spoke up once more, gaining all attention, and immediately the room quieted down. "My heir, Sirius Black III, has been spending the last 8 years in Azkaban without a trial." This news made everyone in the chamber shut up. "I call for Barty Crouch's immediate resignation for overlooking the fact that he sentenced my heir, an heir of a Most Noble and Most Ancient House, to Azkaban, without as much as a questioning."

Yes, his grandson might have betrayed the Potters (which he didn't believe for Sirius loved the Potters), but sending a son of a house like the Blacks to a place like Azkaban, was a crime to the Families. This was why when all the lords, Light, Dark and Gray, turned to the accused man it wasn't surprising that the states were full of hatred and anger. The only one who wasn't was Albus Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy. The latter was obvious as to why he wasn't glaring at the man, but the former, that was something else Arcturus would need to find out.

"Ahem." An overly sweet voice spoke up and Lord Black already knew who it was and what was coming. "Excuse me, but Sirius Black is a murderer, rapist and the right-hand man to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He also betrayed the Potters'." Umbridge said in a sweet voice that made people cringe. "So I believe that the Former Head of the DMLE did the right thing."

Immediately magic filled glares were aimed at the Senior Undersecretary, and it was Lord Cyprus Greengrass who spoke everyone's anger. "Have you no wit, you foolish woman! Even if Sirius Black did commit those crimes, he was the Heir of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black! And it's only in Lord Black's good graces that he hasn't called for the extinction of the Noble and Ancient House of Crouch!"

What followed was a united voice of 'Aye!'s, and the pink-cladded woman found herself fighting a losing battle. So she did the next best thing. "If what you say is true then what proof do you have?"

Immediately it sounded as if the chamber turned into a hibernacula, and the reason for that was the Goblin who stood beside the Lord of House Black. "You watch your tongue witch, or you'll find your vaults emptied, and your properties no longer yours." Arcturus watched as the toad lady visibly gulped and as her eyes narrowed. "But the proof is the Family Magic. If Heir Black truly was tried, Magic would have acknowledged it and removed him from the line, but lo and behold she has not. Sirius Black the Third is still the Heir to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black." The goblin said this as if he was talking to children. "I must also admit something. If Heir Black truly betrayed the Potters' he would be nothing but a charred body the moment he tried to."

This made everyone raise a brow in confusion and interest, and once again Arcturus noticed that Albus Dumbledore didn't seem fazed in the slightest, but this time the bright robbed man looked worried and this made Lord Black furious. 'He knows but hasn't made a move to fix this?! Oh Charlus, I'm going to enjoy when you torture this man!'

"What do you mean, Goblin?" Umbridge asked in a sickly sweet voice. "Sirius Black was the Potters' Secret Keeper, only he can inform people of their whereabouts." She finished with a smug smile as if she won this.

Arcturus removed his eyes from Chief Warlock and placed his stormy gaze upon Bloodaxe, the Black Family's Account Manager, who was staring at the woman as if she was food, he'd ask the goblin later why he would eat something so vile. "You truly are dim aren't you Half-Blood." And just with that the woman's smile vanished in its place was fear. "Ah, you've come to realize that you can't lie to us Goblinfolks. You, Girl, are no pure blood, your father was a lowly no one and your mother a half-blood whore."

The fear turned to anger and everyone watched as the Minister's Senior Undersecretary took out her wand and cast a deep purple spell, which vanished immediately with a snap. Everyone looked at the woman with terror in their eyes at what she just did, and it seemed as if she realized what she had done and what the consequences might be. Even Dumbledore was shocked at this, for everyone knew what would happen if a wizard tried to cast a curse at a goblin, said goblin was snarling with blood in his eyes.

"Dolores… what have you done?" The Minister spoke out, staring at the woman, and immediately the Aurors pointed their wands at the woman, in the slightest hopes they could salvage any hopes this might lead to another Goblin Revaluation. "You… you've doomed us all."

Immediately Arcturus cleared his throat, breaking the tension in the chamber. "Bloodaxe." The goblin didn't make a move as he glared at the woman who tried to kill him, but he knew the creature was listening when his ear twitched. "What will it take for this transgression to be put behind us? I and I believe some of us are willing to pay another to make this seem like nothing happened." This was Lord Black trying to pull at strings, for everyone knew how stubborn and ruthless goblins could be and it even grew when they were insulted that the stupid woman had been doing that through the meeting, her eyes glaring at the account manager as if she was better than him.

But thankfully Bloodaxe, even though he was one of the more stubborn types, was sane of mind. The goblin removed its eyes from the woman and landed on the Minister of Magic who sat up straighter at his piercing gaze. "If you wizards don't want a war, this vermin is to be sent to the capital, Gildingham, on the morrow."

Arcturus watched as Umbridge looked to her superior, hoping that he wouldn't accept this term(yes she thinks her life is more important than Wizarding Britain's future), for only one can imagine what the Goblins might do to her. But to her disappointment the man, for the first time in his term, did the reasonable thing and nodded. Making all but one release a sigh of relief.

However, the goblin wasn't done and spoke up again. "My other term, well the Term of the Goblin King, we want the immediate resignation of Cornelius Fudge. We have no desire to ally ourselves with a pawn of the Malfoys and someone as incompetent as you, Cornelius Fudge."

Arcturus had to fight the urge to bring a satisfied smirk to his face, as Bloodaxe was taking care of something he and Charlus had been planning to do for the past few days. His stormy eyes went to the blonde leader of the Dark faction. Lord Black watched as the man's plans collapsed to nothingness.

"You… you can't expect me to do such a thing!" The Minister of Magic said as he stood to his feet. "My second term has just begun! I cannot step down after just four days!"

"You will if you value your witches and wizards." The goblin said with a glare, one that made Fudge step back. Bloodaxe looked to the lords and ladies. "If you need help in deciding who to become Minister, the Goblin Nation recommends Amelia Bones." With that, the goblin left with a snap.

Silence reigned the chamber as everyone looked to the current Head of the DMLE, who was staring at the last location of where the goblin stood, shock in her eyes and resentment.

Clearing his throat, Arcturus spoke up reminding everyone what they were there for. "That was all I called this meeting for." Going to sit on his Family's Seat, the aged wizard remembered something they had forgotten. "Also, as a favour, I shall answer your question about why my heir would have been burned alive had he truly betrayed the Potters. Sirius Black took the Godfather's oath, meaning that if he wanted to bring harm to his godson, in this case, Hadrian James Potter, Magic would have seen fit to kill the man immediately. So Sirius Black is no traitor nor Death Eater."

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Potter Manor, Scotland

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Potter Manor was amazing and Harry was proud and happy to call it his home. A week he's been here and never once had he desired to leave, for why would he? Harry was residing in the home his father grew up in, where James Potter called home. It was also a bonus to add that he was honestly and truly free. He had access to the whole manor, allowing him to explore the halls, rooms, stairs and most importantly the library, the place he spent most of not all his time in. Harry by no means was a bookworm, he enjoyed reading but he wouldn't spend hours or even days reading nonstop, but with him being in a new world and having no knowledge of it, he didn't mind spending hours catching up or learning more about it.

But now, a week into living at the manor, and Harry was constantly amazed at what he saw. The grounds were gorgeous, having been built upon a lush landscape with a lake to the east and a dense forest to the southwest, where he'd see ice blue eyes staring at him from time to time. When he asked about what they were, the manor lord told him that Potter Manor is home to one of the last remaining packs of direwolves.

This news was exciting to the lad, knowing that not only did his home house a herd of what he once believed were fairy tales but also beasts that the muggles thought extinct. Hadrian also had the opportunity to see one of the direwolves, the alpha he believed, leave the forest lines. The beast was magnificent and stood 7ft tall with a coat of gray and white with icy blue eyes. However, sadly, the creature was back in the forest in seconds after revealing itself to him, but what happened in the time the beast was out will always be stuck with the Potter Heir for a long time, for once the massive creature was 5ft out from the tree lines, Harry had watched as the beast's massive head nod to him. That must have been planned by the alpha, letting the new occupant of the manor know about them, and that he knows that the forest was the home of the direwolf's pack.

Harry also had the opportunity to get up in close with a few of the griffins, obviously the ones he were able to pat were the younger ones, and yes the mother griffins had their keen eyes watching his every move, but after the third or fourth time they were fine with his presence and felt that he didn't wish their foals harm. Asking his grandfather, Charlus insisted that he call him that, about the bond between the Potters and griffins he was excited to learn that since the beginning of time, before the potter became powerful or known, before even Linfred of Stinchcombe, the Potter's were some the greatest Griffin tamers and breeders the world had seen.

On this day Harry was once again outside, enjoying the breeze and the view he had of his family's garden and the ground surrounding the manor. Today would make it a week since he arrived and he was happy that he accepted the offered hand as he hid in the cleaning closet under the stairs. Closing his emerald eyes, the young lad enjoyed the breeze going by him, and the sound the manor ground made.

Opening them Harry was welcomed to the sight of the griffin herd coming out of their section of the forest. He wanted to make his way over to the moving herd, but today he had to remain on the premises of the manor, for any moment grandfather was to return from America, the man having left days ago on business to their American Potter Branch. Finding a patio chair Harry made himself comfy, and once he did he was welcomed to the sight of a cup of pumpkin juice, something he was amazed the muggles never tried to make, and the tome he was reading before he came out.

Sending his thanks through the magic he shared with the manor(something grandfather taught him on day one), Harry sent his thanks to the house elf's, and in return he felt a gentle buzz. Grabbing the book, a book written by a Potter of old, he continued where he left off. As time went by and minutes passed into hours, Azazel finally appeared, notifying him of Grandfather's return and that they had guests, leaving Harry with no idea how much time went by.

However what Hadrian did know was that he was filled with worry. Not once had there been a guest on the grounds of Potter Manor since he arrived. Looking at the aged gray walls of his home, he couldn't help but wonder what could be happening. Taking a deep breath Harry accepted that he will have to do this, he was the Potter Heir and he will not disappoint the man who saved him from a life worse than death.

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TBC

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House Rankings(Most Influential to Least Influential):

Founding House(Houses that founded Wizarding Britain);

House Nott

House Rosier

Most Noble and Most Ancient;

House Black

House Longbottom

Most Noble and Ancient;

House Potter

House Dumbledore

Noble and Ancient;

House Bones

House Flint

Noble;

House Malfoy(British Branch)

House Fudge

Ancient;

House Weasley

The ancient houses are the weakest of the batch, the only thing that they have going is that they have been in Britain for a while. If any of this happens to fight with Canon Lore please let me know

THANK YOU ALPRAZ AND NANU FOR EDITING AND HELPING WITH THE STORY