Chapter Text
“Speech”
“French”-once Harry understands it better
§Parceltongue§
Lily speaking , James speaking
Sirius speaking
Harry sat on the cool grass as a breeze passed through his hair. The day was nice enough, clear sky evidence of just that fact. Harry’s mood however reflected none of the niceness of the day or even the tranquil calm that was usually came from one such day. No, Harry’s face took on a different kind of calm. The cool calculating calm or a man wronged, of a deadly predator that was just that close to freedom.
You see Harry’s calm stemmed from a great loss on one part and even greater betrayal on the other. Sirius Black—his godfather—was murdered at the Ministry of Magic just recently. This was his great loss. The betrayal, however, came in three parts, which is why it might be considered greater. After the loss Harry had been ushered into the Headmaster’s office, to be guilted by something that was beyond Harry’s own control because he was uniformed and used. Then he was told of a prophecy that stated that either he dies, or he becomes a killer. Betrayal one.
Once released from destroying Dumbledore’s office he had taken to brooding alone, often wondering the castle corridors, only to overhear Hermione and Ron talking off on their own. Not a crime in and of itself. The content of their conversation was though. They wished to pull away from him this summer, to give him space, under Dumbledore’s orders of course. They wished to let him wallow, and get over his ridiculous rage, and come back to them contrite. Betrayal two. Next however came last, when he had stumbled upon Ginny and her mother.
“Next year Ginny, we shall implement the plan a year early, hopefully before Dumbledore sends him off to slaughter, then you shall be the poor widowed Lady Potter bringing back the family fortune.” Mrs. Weasley said.
“I just didn’t want to be married while still in school, they give you special rooms for that, and there would be a chance at pregnancy. I hate that married witches aren’t allowed contraception; let magic decide the heir or heirs time to be—nonsense and all.” Ginny whined.
“If it happens, we can always terminate,” Mrs. Weasley said softly, patting her daughter on the shoulder. Ginny shrugged away her forehead crinkling.
“I don’t think seduction will work, most likely a potion will be needed, pretty sure he’s bent, caught him looking at Dean’s arse once,” Ginny nodded.
“That shan’t be a problem Ginny dear,” Harry saw her smile at her daughter, “I have a hand at Amortentia.”
Harry stood back away from them, his cloak covering his frame, watching as they discussed his future. A future, that after a while of listening, only these two and possibly Dumbledore, knew was planned for him. Betrayal three.
So Harry sat there on that nice day, calm in a way that was dangerous, and plotted. Only three days of term left… so much to plan, and very little time.
Stepping off the train and onto the platform Harry smiled cruelly, before the expression wiped itself from his face. It was time to disappear. He followed slowly behind Ron and Hermione, waiting for the perfect moment. Passing through the portal, he saw the Order surrounding the Dursley’s, and were facing away from him. Ron and Hermione were not paying any attention to if he was following, trusting that he would follow like a good dog. A train to their left was blowing its whistle, and the door just up ahead was beginning to close. He stepped up handing the conductor a piece of charmed paper prepared back at school, before receiving it back and stepping further onto the train. The doo closed, none the wiser. He had already transferred the tracking charms to a sock he tossed into Ron’s trunk on the train.
“Cuttin' it a bit close 'rn't ya lad?” the conductor asked as he ushered Harry onto the train.
“Only a bit, just made it off my other train,” Harry smiled at him.
“Goin’ home then fer th’ summur I take it?”
Harry smiled again, “Yes.”
The man didn’t keep him any longer, ushering him into a lone compartment. Harry smiled at him as the man pulled the door closed and sat back. He had no idea where the train would take him, just needed enough space between him and the Order before he could use the portkey that the goblins had sent him. He would have portkeyed out earlier if it weren’t for the other passenger—a male with blonde hair and wearing a suit—sitting with him the entire ride.
The train stopped three hours later, and using the privacy of the now empty compartment, Harry reached for the pendant around his neck. “Good bye manipulations,” activated the portkey, and he felt the pull just beyond his navel. Then he hit the ground hard.
“’Onestly ‘Arry, Vous êtes une telle chose peu maladroit (you are such a clumsy little thing).” Harry looked up and into Fleur’s face; she smiled down at him, hands on hips. “Que dois-je faire avec vous (what am I to do with you)?”
Harry rose and laughed, brushing off the dirt from his trousers, “Fleur you know the only French I know is ‘permettez-moi de vous pencher sur cette table, il y aura une course folle. 1’” Harry laughed again, “And I haven’t the faintest idea of its meaning, only that you taught it to me and whenever I said it to anyone else that spoke French they blushed and giggled.” Harry shrugged. “’M pretty sure it’s dirty,” he said a lecherous grin spreading his face.
“Ov course I shan’t teach you any more French, ‘ow else am I to talk about you not to your face?” she giggled again. “Now come, come, I ‘ad a room rented for you at the ‘Lune Belle’ for your stay. Dumbeledoor’s men shan’t find you ‘ere.”
“Thank you Fleur.”
Now it was time to get all his vaults transferred over to the Gringotts’ French Branch.
Meanwhile in Wiltshire England…
“You’re not serious Mother!” Draco all but yelled at the worn woman sitting in front of him.
“Deadly so Draco,” her voice was iced over.
“B-but what of you?” his voice cracked as he fell to his knees.
“You my dear are much more important to me, no; I shall get you as far away from that mad man as possible, even if it means that I must ask him for help. I fear that he is the only one that can.” Narcissa smiled wanly at her son. The Dark Lord had already asked for him, she couldn’t let it happen; he wouldn’t be made to take the mark because his father was a foolish man with not back-bone.
“Very well Mother.” He looked just as broken as she felt, she thought tiredly.
She got up and glided past her crumpled son to walk to her writing desk. She had a letter to address.
It had been a few weeks since Harry had escaped his captors, and he had learned almost too much in such a short period of time.
He had only been out twice since arriving, preferring to study all that he had overlooked in school in regards to his text books, and memorizing it all. On top of that he had been making an effort in French and pureblood customs and politics; Fleur stopping by to test him and tutor him on each subject when she had the time.
His first trip was made to see the Goblins, and transferring his funds and vaults to this branch. This venture probably the most enlightening he had ever had.
Walking into the large black building, the opposite of the branch in London, he pulled his cloak further down, not wanting to be seen. He moved through the crowd with ease, skirting past the large clumps of people huddled together of the newspaper. It seemed news of Voldemort’s revival was now reaching outside the UK proper, at last. Harry did not pause as he approached a goblin’s desk. Though it seemed most other wizards were skirting around him and his space, instead choosing to wait in the atrociously long lines. Harry couldn’t blame them, the goblin a nasty looking thins. His mass was twice that of a normal goblin towering over them by almost a foot, with extensive muscles and many scars. He was more the warrior then a banker. He looked ruthless, and Harry wanted ruthless.
Harry stepped up to the desk, clearing his throat as he glanced at the name plate. It read ‘Krux Metalstalker’. “May I have an audience?” Harry’s voice came out far steadier then he expected. “I have a great many things to discuss, and I wager that I may bring great fortune to your bank if so inclined.”
The Goblin put down his writing and smirked cruelly up at him, “And who are you, to think yourself so important?” Metalstalker sneered.
Harry raised his hood so only the Goblin could see his face before swipping his bangs out of the way. The sneer dropped, “I trust Mr. Metalstalker that we can be discreet. I have many a people looking for me.”
The goblin’s eyes narrowed and held out the goblet atop his desk, “Identification if you please.”
Harry pricked his finger on the side of the jagged edge of the goblet, letting the blood drop into it. Only moments later Metalstalker sneered once more and usher Harry into a room off to the side just behind his sturdy desk. “Great Goblin Bog Bonesnapper shall greet you in a moment. Sit. Wait.” It was a command it he ever heard one.
Harry glanced around the office. It was regal, with dark oak paneling, and a desk to match. Harry sat in the ornate chair noticing the golden bobbles shuffled around the desk. He didn’t have to wait long before a tinier goblin resembling Griphook walked in, a large folder in hand.
“Mr. Potter, of what do I owe the pleasure,” his sneer was almost as great as Metalstalker’s, “in today’s visit. It is of understanding that you are committed to the British branch.”
“That is partly why I am here.” Harry gave away no emotion as he spoke. “The branch my money is currently located is in fact not doing me justice and is in fact under certain persons’ control. I wish to rectify that, hopping that this branch shall uphold certain obligations.” Harry was amazed in his speech. Was this the extent of his slytherin abilities? Why hasn’t he used this before?
“Explain,” Bonesnapper was sitting now, flipping through the folder. It could be seen as rude, but Harry brushed it aside.
“It has come to my attention that I should have been receiving bank statements since I turned eleven, even if I had a magical guardian, which I do not outside of the actual school year, and other documents in regards to my heritage.” Harry took a breath. “I have not received as such. In fact until very recently all I knew was that I only had one vault, the trust vault given to any young pureblood noble on their tenth birthday, of which I happened to receive a year late.”
“To that extent, I also know that no one should have had access to my family vaults, and I suspect that someone has—illegally of course.” The goblin looked up into Harry’s eyes. “Then there is the matter of my parent’s wills, which have never been read; then that of my godfather’s—Sirius Black—that I have yet to acquire.” Harry stopped letting the goblin collect his thoughts.
“And what exactly do you wish for us to do for you?”
“Transfer all my holdings and vaults to this branch.” Harry said matter-a-factly. “Then for either you or one of your most trusted to take hold of my accounts. As well as looking into my parents will, as well as Sirius Black’s.”
A malicious grin spread across the goblin’s face. This would make his career. With the Potter family accounts alone, he would be the most prestiged goblin in ranks of this branch, not to mention the possibility of the Black fortune as well. “I do believe we have business Mr. Potter.” The goblin wrung a bell on his desk before pulling out a piece of parchment. A contract from what Harry could see along with an object Harry was very familiar with: a blood quill.
The Goblin let Harry carefully read over the contract before he signed, while the goblin—Metalstalker—went to go oversee the proceeding in the transferal, while fetching the rest of the documents only the Lord Potter’s and Lord Black’s personal Goblin had privy. Once Harry had signed the paper rolled itself up so tight that it disappeared. Metalstalker walking into the room a moment later.
“They wished not to let the files go, but under legality Ragnok had to release all information to us.” Metalstalker spoke quick and efficient, placing the file on the desk, along with two orbs.
Harry eyed the orbs curiously. Bonesnapper saw this and held it out, “This Mr. Potter are the wills of both your parents and Sirius Black. The first thing we shall do is have them play, and continue from there in proceedings as they can either be detrimental to any plans made now.”
“Aright,” Harry agreed. That was faster than expected. It took the goblins at the other branch ages to even look into anything.
Bonesnapper placed the orb on the desk, activating it with a gobblegook phrase. The orb flashed before brightly before dimming back down to take shape of two figures. His parents. His mother was smiling softly, his father sporting a goofy grin.
Harry, his mother began, I am so very sorry because if you are seeing this then you very well may be truly alone. I never wished such a thing on you. She was crying now. Now I suppose we shall begin, James.
His father had sobered as his mother began her speech. This is the Last Will and Testament of Lord James Harold Potter and Lady Lily Evans Potter.
His father stepped up. I, James Harold Potter, of Godric’s Hollow, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.
His mother then stepped up next to him, clutching his hand. And I, Lily Evans Potter, of Godric’s Hollow, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.
Their smiles softened, and then spoke as one. We hereby revoke all previous wills and codicils, unless we die separately, in which there is a separate will of a different standing.
Lily spoke now; we have one son, Harridan James Potter. As a minor custody shall fall to Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather. If he is unable to fulfill his duties they shall fall to Severus Snape, Lord of the Regal Prince Line, Harry’s second godfather. He could see his father sneer. If he is unable then any persons stated next are to be considered: Alice Longbottum, Remus Lupin, or Lily’s second cousin Rose Evans. Under no circumstance is Petunia Dursley to receive custody or Molly Weasley. Petunia, is a vile woman and a nasty sister, she would abuse my son. Molly Weasley has been hounding us since the birth of her daughter months previous to set up a betrothal, this is unacceptable.
James took over then. We appoint Albus Dumbledore to act as the Administrator of this will, and to serve without bond. Should Albus Dumbledore become unable or unwilling to serve, then I appoint Gringotts to act as the Administrator of this will.
We wish our accounts and holdings frozen until that of that of the time our son is of age or a Lord, unless otherwise stated.
James rubbed his hands together, Lily smiling at him indulgently. Now the fun part, he began. Lily let him pull her close as she took over. We bequeath the following now to certain parties or persons.
First: Lily began. To Alice Longbottum as well as their son we give you Elder Cottage; the one with the nice garden, in its entirety. You have been such a wonderful friend Alice, and I hope our sons shall carry on such a friendship.
Second:It was James now that spoke. To Harry I leave the Invisibility Cloak, which he should receive on his eleventh Christmas.James’ smile widened as Lily elbowed him, muttering, Honestly James you are going to make him a little trouble maker.
Lily then turned back and said, Third: To Petunia Dursley nee’Evans, I give you back the rose hairclips I took from you as a child. I know that it was wrong, but I wanted a piece of you when I went off to Hogwarts, even if you hated me. I wore them almost every day. James nodded and said, I tried to hide them from her once in third year, to get her attention o’course and she ripped into me bad… After setting my hair on fire and burning off my eyebrows. Lily snorted. They are in my personal vault; the box that they are in shall go to Petunia as well.
Fourth: My own personal vault, containing 20,000 galleons shall be transferred over to Remus Lupin. Take care of yourself Remy.
Fifth: To Narcissa Malfoy I leave the Lily pendant you gave me on my 16th birthday, to wear until you find another who may just need the pendant, just as I myself needed it at the time. She glanced up at James lovingly.
Sixth: To the Auror Department I leave my old Battle Robes.
Seventh: To Severus Snape, I leave that plush winged back chair you were so fond of at my parent’s house. I also leave you my personal potions ingredients trunk. Both of which are in my vault.
Eighth: To Sirius Black I leave our old gag binder. You know the one—to do with as you please.
Ninth: To Peter I leave you James’ old racing broom, do with it as you will. I know you hated it as much as I do so go ahead and burn the thing.
Then tenth and lastly: To our son we leave a set number of potions to take anywhere between ages 13 to 17 to remove the blocks we placed on your core and self. James looked grim. We are so sorry that we had to do such a thing Harry, but you were dangerous without them. So magically powerful. You could apparate outside of the wards no problem and you were only just under a year old. We used the dampeners and blocks so that you wouldn’t be found. As a baby you hadn’t the control to reign in the magic. So we set up a plan. Follow the directions sweet heart as the potions shall give you the ability for control slowly. We are so sorry. They were crying by now, as was Harry.
Now, James cleared his throat, the rest and residue shall go to our heir Harridan James Potter.
We hereby affix my signature to this, my Last Will and Testament, on this the 31 day of July, 1981, at Gringotts, Diagon Alley London, in the presence of the following witnesses:
Albus Dumbledore
Ragnok Sharptooth
Alice Longbottum
And Peter Pettigrew standing in for Sirius Black
Rememberwe love you Harry…
They faded out, back into an orb. Harry was sitting back straight in his chair. “That was…” But he didn’t really have anything to say.
“We shall make sure all parties receive the belongings intended to them.” Bonesnapper said. His voice was gruff as he tried not to look at the young man across from him. Harry gave off a sound in agreement. “Are you ready to hear Sirius Black’s Will?”
“Might as well.”
Bonesnapper reached for the second orb placing it just before Harry as he had before. “This one’s password is something from you. The hint is: The only thing you taught me in snake language.”
Harry had to smile at that. Though why had Sirius gone through the extra trouble? §Harry Potter rocks socks and Sirius never will§ The language just slide off his tongue like silk. The orb began to glow, before fading into a vision of his Godfather.
Hey Pup, if you are hearing this then I didn’t make it to my next birthday. I am so very sorry.
There is something you must know alright. Which you may have guess with my extra measures in regards to my will. I did it because I didn’t want it read without you there. I wanted you to be able to see this for yourself instead of Dumbledore passing it on to you and you not getting the information needed. So right on to business.
The Last Will and Testament of Sirius Orion Black.
I, Sirius Orion Black, 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.
I hereby revoke all previous wills and codicils.
My Heir is my Godson, Harridan James Potter. And as the new Black scion and Lord older then thirteen needs no guardian as to the Black Accordance of 1935: The Black Heir that is to become Lord shall be able to gain said Lordship upon his 13th birthday, gaining full rights to adulthood and all the responsibilities there in, on Ministry Decrees. Happy Hols Harry, you are free.
Sirius was grinning like the loon he was.
I appoint the newly stated Lord Harridan Potter Black to act as the Administrator of this will, and to serve without bond. Should Harry become unable or unwilling to serve, then I appoint anyone he sees fit and trustworthy to act as the Administrator of this will.
Sirius appeared to be turning to ask something.
What was next? Oh, oh right. Financially Pup, do as you want, though I beg you to invest more into those twins. Their brilliant they are.
The gruff man laughed at this.
Right so next I bequeath stuff yeah, that’s a funny word isn’t it. Anyway let’s see.
To Nymphadora Tonks I give you 10,000 galleons as the dowry or whatever you never received; then 30,000 galleons to your mother—Andromeda Tonks—for the very same reason.
Remus Lupin is to receive 30,000 galleons to be used at his discretion. Moony buy some new cloths… Oh also you get Grimmauld Place, let the wolf run wild on my mother’s portrait yeah.
To Hermione Granger I give a book on Etiquette.
To Narcissa Malfoy my mother’s old poisoning tea kettle. To help you rid of unwanted company.
Fred and George Weasley I give everything I own that has to do with pranking, all of it should be in my vault.
Kreature I bid you retirement to the Wall.
And lastly the rest and residue are to go to the new Black head and Lord, Harridan James Potter-Black.
I hereby affix my signature to this, my Last Will and Testament, on this the 23 day of December, 1995, at London, in the presence of the following witnesses:
Ragnok Sharptooth
Nymphadora Tonks
Harry smiled. “Can I have you make sure that this is taken care of as well?”
“Yes, it shall be my pleasure Lord Potter-Black.”
Harry groaned, “That shall get old fast, upside though, I’m in charge of me now, emancipated Lord and all.”
“Rightly so my Lord,” Bonesnapper grinned at him. “If it pleases you we shall go over your accounts and properties. And might I suggest getting an attorney to help you settle all legal proceedings in future. We have a few trusted on staff that may be hired.”
Harry nodded, “That sounds reasonable, alright let’s get this party started.”
Harry walked out of the bank utterly tired, with a new vast knowledge of his accounts, along with his potions he was supposed to take according to his parent’s will.
The second time Harry had exited his little hotel room was to check out his new home, a 16 bedroom Castle in South West France, a little ostentatious for his tastes but it was either the Black Castle, or 78 bedroom gite that he inherited from the Potter Family. Not really seeing the point of moving into an entirely new bought home since he owned 14 already, he decided to just lump it and move into the monstrosity of a castle.
The castle was fortified with crenelated towers, and lavishly decorated. The ambiance was darker, going along with the Black’s sense of style. It also contained an armory, a fully stocked library, a large kitchen, servant’s quarters, two offices, a billiards room, and a great hall. Surrounding the castle was 165 hectares of land, containing four lakes. He had to higher up to six house-elves to clean and refurbish the place, which was why he still stayed in the hotel. Though from the reports he had received it should be done in the soonest.
Harry sat back from the desk he sat at and smiled. Maybe it was time for a break. He got up and walked across the room divulging himself of his clothing heading for the bathroom. Maybe a long shower would do the trick. He walked into the lavish bathroom and turned on the water. Stepping into the warm spray, Harry let himself relax his aching muscles. The first potions he had taken, took a toll on his body, breaking down some of the blocks placed on his core. Along with the nutrient potion he had taken to correct the abuse done to his body by malnutrition on his relatives’ part, made for an excruciating night, as his freed magic boosted the potions effects. Growing more than a few inches and filling out some will do that to you though, he supposed.
Harry stepped from the shower, toweled off, and headed for the wardrobe in his room. He pulled out some of the nicer robes Fleur had gotten for him and put them on; black slacks and button up shirt with a form fitting calf length robe, along with his black dragonhide boots. Quickly he ran a comb through his hair before giving up on the matter entirely.
There was a knock on the window, making Harry start. Walking over he let the owl in, recognizing it as Bonesnapper’s. He shooed the owl back out and opened the missive. Reading it he could feel a smile spreading across his face.
This was going to be inteesting…
Narcissa Malfoy sat in the stately office, Draco beside her, waiting for the man she summoned to make an appearance. The door opened wide, and a goblin walked in. He had a sneer adorning his face as he gazed at them.
“Lord Potter-Black shall be with us in a moment. He has just received the summons.” The stout creatures voice was harsh and gravely. He sat down in a corner seat, so that Harry would know to use his desk to address the Malfoy clan.
“Very well,” Narcissa wanted to sneer but refrained, keeping her face still as stone.
It was only minutes later that the door to the office opened in a flourish, and a regal man glided in. He looked to the goblin and then resumed his walk to the desk left for his use.
Narcissa observed the boy-man, admittedly impressed. She watched him remove his outer cloak and hang it on the back of the chair, before slipping into the seat and placing carefully folded hands on top of the desk.
Draco, beside his mother, was doing much the same. ‘When had Potter changed so much,’ Draco couldn’t help but think. Gone was the sniveling Gryffindor from school, who wore ill fitted clothes and had no awareness of his body or what was going on around him, and in his place was a regal man, who knew exactly how much power they wielded.
“Lady Malfoy, Heir Draco, of what do I owe the pleasure? I’m sure it has nothing to do with what was left you in my parents and Sirius’ Wills.” Harry gave them a brief smile.
“We need your help,” Narcissa began.
“Mother, really-“ Draco jumped up.
“Sit down Draco.” Her voice was hard. “My apologies Lord Potter-Black, my son is still coming to terms.” Harry nodded as he eyed Draco. “The Dark Lord has called upon my son in my husband’s absence, wishing to punish Lucius for his failure.”
“Yes, and what can I do to help you?” Harry leaned back. “I am no longer under Dumbledore’s thumb; I cannot offer you protection in regards to the Order, as we are no longer on speaking terms.”
“We did not come to as a scion of the light, but rather the head of two noble families,” Narcissa cleared her throat. “As my husband is imprisoned, you are now who I fall under in regards to standing, as you are the head of the noble family from which I came.” Narcissa raised her hand to Draco, “I ask not for your protection of me however, I have dug my grave, however I ask for my son.”
Harry gazed at the woman, letting no emotion show on his face, something that he had very recently mastered. “I cannot protect him as Draco Malfoy.”
“I am aware my Lord.” Narcissa smiled. “I do have a plan, would you consider it.”
Harry turned to peer at Draco, “And does he know of your plan?”
“No, my Lord, if he hand, no doubt it would have been trice difficult to get him here.” Narcissa smiled.
“Mother!” Draco turned to her alarmed.
“Let’s hear it then.”
“Very well,” Narcissa smiled. “I wish to adopt Draco through magic into the house of black through Sirius.”
Harry opened his mouth to object, to refuse out right. Draco jumped from his seat leveling his gaze at his mother letting out a cry of indignation. She shot off a spell immediately rendering him silent and still. Draco slumped back and glared at everyone in the room.
“Please hear me,” Narcissa raised a hand to him, “Draco needs this.”
“Very well,” Harry offered grudgingly.
“He would be adopted by Sirius and the three times great granddaughter of Isla Noir, who was disowned from the black family generations back. Sirius was seeing Isla the third at the time, up until he was sent to Azkaban. She had a daughter no one knew of from said relationship because she went into exile the year Sirius was sentenced. She died this last spring. Her daughter would have been tutored, and as the new Black Lord under your charge. Sirius never knew of her, but Drea had died with her mother, so nothing was lost to him.”
Narcissa leaned forward handing a photo of a girl who looked remarkable like Draco to Harry. “That was Drea Isla Noir, and no one knew of her existence or her death except for myself, as I was named the kin to handle such matters for Isla. We were fond of one another when we were young.”
“You wish to change the sex of your son?” Harry asked.
“Oh no, just to dress him as a girl.”
Harry laughed, hard and loud. He couldn’t help it. Harry peered over at Draco, “And what if he grows?” Draco was particularly petite for a man.
“I have already had a healer examine him to determine if that is a possibility. He has reached his maturity. His magic is unique, much like Sirius’ brother Regulus’ in which it feeds off Draco himself, the smaller and thinner he is the more magically powerful he is. The opposite of how your magic reacts if I am not mistaken.” Narcissa gave Harry a benign smile.
“Hmmm… Alright,” Harry turned to Bonesnapper. “Do you have all the necessary things to perform a magical adoption on Sirius’ part?”
“Yes Lord Potter-Black, the ritual will only take a moment to set up and a moment to complete.”
The next few minutes were spent bringing in the blood that held Sirius’ essence and the carving knife. Harry bent down, unbuttoning Draco’s shirt, as the boy sat slumped with rage in his eyes.
“Let’s get this over with before Draco breaks the binding spell and kills me,” Harry muttered. He picked up the knife carefully, hesitating just a moment before carving the ruin into Draco’s chest. He heard Narcissa gasp behind him but ignored it, wishing for the whole thing done and over with. He began to chant as instructed by Bonesnapper and uncorked the vile of blood. The blood shimmered and began to flow out of the vile twist itself before forcing its way into the ruin carved in Draco’s chest.
If Draco could have screamed, he would have the pain far worse than a cruciatis could ever hope to be. Harry watched Draco as he glowed, then passed out.
Harry took a breath, it had worked, and he was half scared Sirius’s magic would have rejected Draco. Seconds later he felt a burn on his left hand, looking down at it, he saw an ornate ring twist itself onto his finger. Frantic he tried to pull it off. It wasn’t going anywhere. Narcissa gasp pulled his attention to her as she looked at her son. He redirected his gaze to the boy and gasped as well as a diamond ring appeared on Draco’s left hand.
“Bonesnapper?” Harry asked in urgency.
The goblin made a sound and snapped, a piece of paper unfurling in his hand. “It appears my Lord that you are betrothed to the new Drea Draco Malfoy Noir. A contract between your father and Sirius Black was made when they were thirteen that their children would become betrothed when they came of age and married before their 21st birthday.”
“Uh…” Harry was shocked, “Then why wasn’t I betrothed to the real Drea?
“My best guess is that Sirius’ magic was unaware of the girls existence, where as it is the reason for young Draco’s existence as Drea.”
Harry sat shocked, “Bugger me.”