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"It’s alright Sirius. Just stay with me and it should be fine." |
Sirius nodded and cast a privacy bubble. |
"Your questions Ms Skeeter?" Harry asked in a voice that made Skeeter pause for a moment. |
"Right. H...Mr. Potter. How do you feel knowing that the killer of your parents has returned from the dead?" |
Harry gave her a look of "are you stupid’ before he replied. "Fantastic. It is quite amazing to know that the man who murdered my parents, and left me an orphan to be raised in the non magical world is now among the living once again. Next question." |
"What do you think of the Ministry’s response to the threat of You Know Who?" Rita was going to destroy this brat. How dare he mock her! |
"There has been an actual response?" Harry turned to Sirius with a fake look of confusion. "Has there been a response?" |
Sirius would have been rolling on the floor laughing if he wasn’t the scion of the House of Black, his godson was good. "They still haven’t increased the funding for the Aurors, or taken better measures to insure that the ones who claimed that they were under the Imperius, curse were actually under the Imperius curse. ... |
Harry pretended to think for a moment. "Well then Ms Skeeter, my opinion is thus...the Ministry for Magic is doing nothing to protect us! How many magicals need to die so that Voldemort can own wizarding Britain? He has wiped out entire bloodlines! Tell me something Ms. Skeeter. How many Pureblood lines has he been res... |
Rita smelled blood. "So you don’t intend to support the Ministry against He Who Must Not Be Named? |
"I have no intention of fighting him if that’s what you’re poorly hinting at. I’m a kid. I just want to go to school and play quidditch. I have absolutely no intention of living up to some fantasy that some people have in their heads about a boy hero. No one ever talks about the sacrifice of my parents. Just this Boy W... |
Sirius could feel Harry’s magic spike and he put a hand on the small of his back, and tapped the signal for control. Harry leaned his head to the left slightly and cleared his throat. It was a sign that he understood, that he needed to gain control of the situation. "Will there be anymore questions Ms Skeeter, or may I... |
"No Mr Potter. That is enough for now." Rita was almost orgasmic. "Boy Who Lived, against the Ministry’ "Please enjoy the rest of your day." She turned to Sirius and gave a small nod. "Mr. Black" She almost simpered. |
Sirius continued his charm offensive and bowed in her direction. "It was my pleasure to make your acquaintance." He watched as Skeeter walked away, and guided Harry towards the Leaky. "You know she plans to destroy you in the media right?" |
"Yep." Harry had a bit of spring in his step. |
"Not now. We’ll talk about it later." |
Sirius nodded as they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron |
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Lunch was a lively affair, with Sirius and Bill telling stories about their youth. |
"Sirius." Harry got his attention. "I haven’t seen much of Remus. Is he alright?" |
Sirius just nodded. "He’s fine Harry. Between the Blacks and the Potters, we have a lot of finances and properties to see to. He’s just been busy is the thing. He says he’ll stop by for dinner tonight when he returns from Italy." |
"You have a house in Italy?" Harry asked. |
"Yes. I have two, and you have one." Sirius gave him a curious look. |
Sirius sighed and rubbed his temples. "You didn’t look over the portfolio you were given by the bank did you?" He already knew the answer. |
"No." Was the short reply in a low tone. He really didn’t want to upset Sirius. |
"I’m not mad Harry." Sirius rubbed the back of Harry’s neck soothingly. "But it is important that you look over them. You are the Head of the House of Potter, and it’s vital to keep up on these things. We’ll discuss it more when we get home. In fact, if I remember correctly your parents invested in the non magical worl... |
"Oh yes." Hermione piped up. "Dad is always going on and on about the Footsie." When everyone looked at her like she had grown two extra heads, she explained further. "Well it’s actually called the Financial Times Stock Exchange or the FTSE. It is informally known as the footsie." |
"Ah. That makes more sense." Bill said, as he was relieved it wasn’t some kind of strange muggle groping session. |
"Come to think of it" Sirius gave a long look at Ron. "You should also have the Chess Master look over your accounts as well." |
Ron looked up from his sandwich, swallowed and stared at Sirius. "Huh?" Chess Master had been Sirius’ name for him for a while now. |
Sirius smirked. "You have the insight for at least four moves ahead. I would like you and Mistress Brainiac to help him make decisions about all of the contracts, and laws that he needs to know." At Ron’s look of shock, he continued. "Ron. You’re a Pureblood. As much as your family doesn’t practice the old ways, you kn... |
Sirius checked the time and stood. "Harry and I must get going. Someone..." He gave a sly look to Harry. "...spent extra time in the bookstore, and we have yet to get robes or potions ingredients." |
"No worries Sirius. I’ll get the brood back to the house. Shockingly enough we managed to get everything done in a timely fashion. I should probably check with a Seer or something and see if the world is coming to an end. Weasleys? On time? Strange that." Bill mocked scratched his chin. |
Sirius smiled. "We’ll see you at the house." He removed the privacy spell he had put up when they had all sat down to eat. He didn’t mention that he had also removed three listening charms from the table. |
Sirius once again steered Harry through the Alley, and they walked into Madame Malkins. And right into Narcissa Malfoy. |
"Lady Malfoy. A pleasure to see you again." Sirius gave a slight bow. He made a subtle move to his hand, where he had allowed the ring to appear, then disappear quickly. |
She understood. He didn’t want anyone to know that he wore the ring. |
As children, Sirius, Reg, Bella, Andi and Cissy had been close as they were closer in age as Bella had called the adults "the relics’. But time, and toxic parents had destroyed that closeness. |
Narcissa watched the Head of House ring appear and disappear quickly. Maybe now she could... |
Harry thought that he really should learn these subtleties better, because anyone else would not realize that she had not only acknowledged the head of the house of her birth, but she was going to keep it secret as he had asked her to. |
"Oh look who it is father. The blood traitor, and scarhead." Draco Malfoy snarled. |
Harry didn’t even flinch. He merely smiled, and gave only a slight incline of his head. His station was higher than Draco’s was after all. "Heir Malfoy. I trust that your summer was relaxing?" |
Draco forgot all of his training and repeatedly opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. |
"Narcissa. What are you doing with these...people?" Lord Malfoy asked in a polite manner, but internally he was livid. |
"I was exiting the shop, when these two appeared in my way and blocked the exit." |
Sirius was trained in the ways of his family, and could tell that his cousin was scared. Of what. He didn’t know. "I was being polite to a Lady of society. If you will excuse me. Come along Harry." |
As Harry was getting fitted for his school robes, he could tell that Sirius was agitated. Once the seamstress was done, he walked over to where his brooding godfather was sitting, and cast a privacy bubble. "What is it Sirius?" |
"He’s hurting her." Sirius stated plainly. |
"How do you know?" |
"It’s the communication that we are taught as children. When Lucius stepped up behind her, she didn’t move a muscle except her eyes. They widened only a fraction. But then she looked back to her son, and gave a subtle nod of her head." |
Harry was confused. He had watched her the entire time. "I didn’t see her nod her head." |
"She didn’t in the literal sense. She slightly lowered her jaw. The eyes said that she was scared. The look she gave to her son said that she was scared of what her husband would do to not only her but him as well." Sirius took down the privacy bubble when he saw Madame come towards them with Harry’s package. |
"There you are young man. Four school uniforms, all ready to go. Along with all of the other casual clothes that you ordered." She gave him the total and he paid with his ring. Sirius shrank the bundle, and put it in his pocket. |
As they were walking out of the store, Sirius said "You know it’s customary for the parent to pay for the child. You’ve stopped me in every store...why?" |
"Because I’ve never had money of my own. Or at least that I’ve known about. I thought that all that I had was my trust vault. I wanted to make sure that I had enough to get through school. I also wanted to make sure that I had money to last me long enough to get a job and a place to stay after I graduated. But knowing ... |
Sirius nodded. "I understand. But the next shop is on me. Then we’ll go to Obscurus." |
"Where are we going?" Harry didn’t care. He liked spending time with just Sirius and himself alone. |
"Well kiddo. We are going to get you some of, what your mother called "Lordy clothes’." Sirius walked Harry down the street a little. "Welcome Harry to Twilfitt and Tattings!" |
Harry groaned. "I’m going to be a human pin cushion again aren’t I?" |
"Of course dear godson." |
Harry was the first to walk in, and received a look of disdain at his purely muggle attire from the attendant. "We only cater to proper wizards here. If you don’t have the money, we do not waste our time." He said in a haughty voice. |
Sirius was about to intervene, but Harry started first. |
"Do you like your job?" Harry asked in a bored tone. |
"I beg your pardon?" The attendant asked angrily. |
"It is a rather simple question. Do. You. Like. Your. Job?" |
"That is none of your business boy!" |
"Oh but it is." Harry spoke to his godfather. "You see Sirius while I didn’t read the entire portfolio, I did skim it. Inside of one of the folders, it said that the Potter family owns fifty four percent of this shop." Harry said while still looking at the attendant. "So tell me. What would the owner say if I called in... |
Sirius was so proud. Harry had kept his temper in check, and had said everything to the idiot in a low and dangerous tone. |
"Sirius. Let us leave this place. I grow tired of this incompetence." |
They had only made it a few steps out of the door, when an elderly man came rushing towards them. "Mr. Black. Mr. Potter." He bowed slightly at both of their names. "I was in the back working when my elf told me what had happened." He looked to Harry. "He’s been fired. I don’t approve of such things, but his uncle is..... |
Harry bowed his head as he had been taught. "Very well. As long as that other...person doesn’t come near us." |
"I shall have everything ready for you to look at" He said with a smile as he ushered them back into the store. |
The shop owner laughed as Harry complained about once again being a human pin cushion. They had discussed fabrics, and colors, and cuts. Harry really just wanted to pass out on his bed and forget today had ever happened. But he knew he had to get it done so he did. If only to hurry and go to Obscurus Books. |
As they were leaving, Sirius turned to Mr. Twilfitt and shook his hand. "Thank you for all of your help. I am sorry about the loss of your attendant." Harry was already outside, tapping his foot impatiently. He wanted those books! |
"Never you mind. Not only was he terrible at his job but he was bad for business." Mr. Twilfitt lowered his voice. "I hope to see Lord Potter and yourself again in my shop." Mr Twilfitt raised a brow. "Lord Black." |
Sirius raised a brow. But Mr Twilfitt smirked. "Your grandfather was many things Mr Black. An Idiot was not one of them. And I wont say anything about your status. Damn Arcturus put me under a damn Unbreakable. You know. Him and Charlus were a lot alike." After handing Sirius his packages, he bid him a good day. |
Sirius was once again in shock about learning about how his grandfather had friends outside of the Dark families. |
"Never show confusion boy! Everyone will think you’re weak. Your grandfather would probably tan your hide. Look for his journals, and I’m sure that they would surprise you." At Sirius’ look of distrust the shop keeper continued. |
"Nothing is black and white. That is the nature of Mother Magic." The old shopkeeper turned and left the shop floor to continue on with his work. |
That evening a special edition of the The Evening Prophet came out. |
BOY WHO LIVED FIGHTS AGAINST THE MINISTRY. CALLS THEM INCOMPETENT |
The article went on to say how he thought it was not his job to fight Voldemort. It was condescending and critical of Harry Potter not honouring his obligations as the Boy Who Lived. Members of the Ministry calling him a useless whelp. "Six paragraphs of rubbish’ is what Sirius called it. |
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"Always stand tall and proud son." Sirius hugged him fiercely. |
"I will Padfoot." Harry hugged him back just as fiercely. They were all saying their goodbyes at Platform 9 ¾, and Harry thought that he was going to have a panic attack. He had loved his training, and the time with his godfather and his loves. He’d even enjoyed the time with the rest of the house, although Andromeda w... |
Harry had also had his hair cut, with blood red streaks throughout. It went to his shoulders in a stylish cloud. Intentional bed hair is what Sirius had called it. Thoroughly shagged was George’s contribution. Fred just snogged him senseless. Magic had fixed most all of the Dursley damage to his eyes, but genetics were... |
"Well. All aboard. The Grangers are waiting for us on the other side of the barrier, and Emma said something about hamburgers and chips?" Arthur looked confused but excited at Harry. |
"You’ll love it." Harry laughed. |
The train whistled. Harry turned to Sirius and slammed a hug into him once again. "I’ll miss you." Harry said with his eyes closed as he squeezed as tight as he could without killing him. |
Sirius slowly closed his arms around his boy. "You have the mirrors. If you need me, I’ll will fight the worst hellfire to be at your side." Sirius cast a quick privacy spell. "You have all of your weapons shrunken?" |
Harry rolled his eyes...but was then lightly tapped upside the back of the head by Sirius. "Try again. Do you have all of your weapons shrunken?" |
"Yes Siri. I better go." Harry ran to get on the train. |
"Call me if you need me kiddo." Sirius yelled back. "Be safe son." Sirius whispered as the train took off. |
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Harry went to find his friends as he walked through the train. What he found as he was making his way to the front of the train, was someone asking why. |
"It’s simple Loony. We don’t want you here. Now leave!" A slim blonde girl was pushed out of a cabin. As she tripped and fell over her luggage, she hit her head on the wall. She looked up to see Harry standing over her. |
"Oh Hello Lord Potter. I did not see you standing there." |
Harry reached out a hand to help her up. He had read from the many journals that his parents had considered the Lovegoods friends, and he wanted to extend that same hand of friendship. Luna had given him weird subtle hints last year. They were weird but they helped. She always just popped up when he was feeling really ... |
"Please call me Harry. After all, your parents knew my parents. How about you come and sit with me and my friends." He smiled a genuine smile. |
She looked at his hand with hesitation for a moment and then allowed him to help her up. He did a quick diagnostic scan with his wand, and saw that she had no injuries. |
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