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Chapter 3: True Black
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was Hedwig. She looked tired and very relieved to be home.
"What happened to you girl? You okay?" Harry asked as he opened her cage to place her on the perch. She gave a thankful hoot as he filled her bowl with treats and some water for her to drink. "That's better isn't girl. I've missed you. We may not be staying here for too much longer. I can't take the old mans manipulations anymore. Were going to go out on our own, just you and me girl. Get away from my family. How's that sound?" Hedwig nodded her repeatedly.
Settling back down on his bed he continued studying his potions books until he came upon a potion that just might fit his needs. True, he was bribing his Uncle to do what he wanted, but Harry didn't want to leave anything to chance.
Gregory's Unctuous Unction
This is one of the more advanced potions covered in this book. The Unctuous Unction persuades the drinker into believing that the giver is their best friend. Under the influence of the potion, the supplier will be able to get the recipient to do something relatively easily, or with little coercion. This does not work on the strong willed or magically powerful. If done correctly, it will have a slight cream color.
Checking to make sure that he had all the ingredients, he decided that he would make the potion Friday night and give it to Vernon with his coffee, instead of creamer. 'I can get Vernon to take me to Diagon Alley on Saturday, and then I can leave Sunday or Monday. This just might work.'
After finishing his potion texts he went downstairs and grabbed what was left of dinner and took it to his room, wanting to avoid talking to or seeing his relatives.
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And so it went for the next few days. Wake up, grab breakfast, shower. After shower he would see if anything else was different with his body. Nothing much had changed with his face, except his eyes had gained a metallic silver rim around the electric Avada Kedavra green, which made his eyes seem brighter and more dangerous looking than his usual emerald color. But he did seem to be growing (faster than was natural), and his chest was broadening. 'What is this?' he thought, 'Puberty on steroids?' after he had seen that he had grown a good five inches since coming him. He now stood a respectable 5" 9'.
Once he made it back to his room, he would study for a few hours until lunch, where he would eat in his room, and study for the rest of the day. By Friday he was able to get through his core subjects. It was unbelievable how much he had missed. The theories and laws that he had not bothered to learn or didn't understand were the reasons for his struggling with anything they had taught him over the past year. But it all made sense now. He was able to easily cast the spells that he had difficulty with before.
During those few days he had only run into his Uncle a few times, which usually ended in awkward silence. But as soon as Harry left the room, pieces of furniture could be heard being broken from the end of the block. It was a wonder the Fried Chickens didn't come to see what was wrong. After they had all gone to bed, Harry would repair most of the furniture just to see how Vernon reacted the next morning when the chair he nearly tore in half was fixed and looked better than new. He also added durability charms so that it would take more effort to break. His Aunt tended to stray away from him, choosing instead to give him odd looks from afar. Dudley was almost withdrawn, wearing a look usually depicting constipation, which for him, usually meant thinking. But of what, and why, Harry didn't know.
Harry decided that he should start the potion now so that it would have time to settle and chill. Setting up his pewter cauldron, he got the ingredients out. The total time it would take to make was 45 minutes, in which most of it was stirring. He boiled the water, slowly adding powdered fly wings and parsnips ends, he let simmer for 10 minutes. Adding one drop of Essence of Hellebore for every counter stir for 20 minutes and crushed Black Beatle eyes every 5 minutes until he had only about a minute left of brewing, and added the final ingredient. Three drops of blood. He took his knife he used for cutting up the ingredients and nicked the end of his finger, putting pressure on it until three large drops of blood had landed into the simmering concoction. He let it sit for half an hour before pouring the potion into the pitcher that held the creamer in the fridge to chill. The potion was not perfect, but was much better than he normal would have made with Snape leaning over his shoulder, dripping grease into his cauldron.
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Waking up early the next day, Harry went downstairs to make breakfast and put his plan into action. Twenty minutes later extra oily bacon, eggs, and biscuits were done. The bangers were still frying when Petunia came down stairs. She gave him one of her now usual looks and sat down at the table. After serving her breakfast and special coffee, Vernon came down.
"What are you up to boy? Asked Vernon.
"What ever do you mean, Uncle Vernon? Can't I make breakfast for my family?" Harry replied in a sickly sweat voice that put Vernon on edge. "I was hungry, Uncle. I wanted breakfast, so I made some. I figured I ought to make the rest of you something too. Okay?" Vernon seemed satisfied with that answer, even if it irritated him for the boy to talk to him in such away.
"That's better. 'Bout time you made yourself useful." Said Vernon smugly. Harry bit back a comment as he served his Uncle his breakfast and coffee. Vernon took a sip, then another. He ate his breakfast without any real change in his demeanor until he got up, wiped his mouth and thanked Harry before beginning to walk away. Petunia just stared at her husband like a deer caught in head lights. 'Well, I guess it worked. Better hurry up and ask him before something happens.' Harry thought to himself.
"Uncle Vernon, do you think you could take me to London today?" Harry asked in a forced friendly tone.
"Huh?" Vernon said dumbly. "Oh, yeah sure. When?" he asked.
"Ten minutes sound okay?" Harry asked in a less forced manner.
"Sure thing Harry. Ten minutes. How much will you give me though?"
'Well, it seems as if he has a stronger mind than I gave him credit for.' "How does 250 pounds sound?"
"That sounds good. Be in the car at the door in 10 minutes." With that Vernon left to get ready. This was the scene that met Dudley.
"What's going on mum?" asked Dudley in an uncertain voice.
"I really couldn't tell you Diddy. But don't worry about it. I'll buy you a new cell phone with the freaks money." Petunia told her distraught son. But Dudley couldn't help but think that something was going on. He decided that with the freak away, he could put his plan (which had taken the better part of a week to figure out) into act. Running upstairs, Harry grabbed his cloak and list while telling Hedwig that he was going out while giving her some more food.
Ten minutes later found Harry under his invisibility cloak, waiting for Vernon.
"Where are you Harry?" Vernon asked, looking around.
"I'm right here Uncle. You just can't see me. Open the backdoor to put your briefcase back there and I will slip in after it. Don't worry, you will be properly compensated for dealing with this." Vernon still looked unnerved, but the thought of more money had placated him. As they walked out, he could almost see the outline of a light surrounding a body, almost neon in color, but it looked as if no one was there. 'I cant' see through the cloak, but I can tell that there is one. I wonder who is on my detail today.' Harry thought as he got in the backseat behind Vernon's briefcase.
"To London, Harry, right?" Vernon asked as he drove off. His tone was more forced than it was previously. 'The potion must be starting to wear off. Hopefully we can make it to London before it stops working.
"Yes Uncle. Charring Cross more specifically."
"What do you need in London anyway?"
"Some clothes and other stuff. It will probably take a while for me to get done. Most the day, actually. Don't bother coming to pick me up."
"Too right." He heard his uncle mutter.
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Back at Privet Drive, pig in a wig, usually refered to as Dudley, tried to sneak his way up the stairs. Succeding in making a little less noise than was usual for him. Which was not saying much. He had decided that if the freak was going to get his parents to do stuff, even if he was paying for everything, he needed to be taught a lesson since his dad wouldn't do it anymore. 'Where did the freak get money from anyway? Probably stole it using his freakishness!' Dudley thought. Opening up his cousin's door slowly, he crept in.
"Here birdie, birdie, birdie...."
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It was around 10 a.m. that they arrived at Charring Cross Road. Donning his cloak, he slipped out of the car. His Uncle could be heard cursing ungrateful freaks that made him drive for no real good reason. 'Seems that I made it just in time for the potion to wear off. I don't think I'll be using that one again. I'll have to wait for someone to open the door, don't want to raise suspicions do we?' 10 minutes later he had made it through both the bar and into the Alley with no one the wiser.
Navigating Diagon Alley in an invisibility cloak is a little bit harder than one would think. There were a few close calls when someone had almost stepped on him and other times when he was nearly snagged on an item of some sort or another. Finally he made to the white marbled building that was Gringotts. Walking up to a Goblin with no line he took out his chain with the pendant and presented it to the Goblin. The Goblin looked up to where Harry should have been for a second before nodding.
"Very well, sir. If you would just follow me." Said the Goblin, getting up and walking down a low hallway without waiting. 'This place is a maze.' Thought Harry, 'There are way too many doors.' After passing too many doors and other criss crossing hallways they came to a door with a name emblazoned under a large crest.
'Silverhook, Black family Account Manager' it read under a crest with a silver bear-like dog with blazing onyx depthless eyes that seemed to have pierce your soul and found you left wanting. The Grim was under the Procyon star of the Canis Minor constellation. Wrapped around the dogs neck was a black and silver Racer snake with glinting pulsing silver eyes that glowed brightly for a moment upon seeing Harry. Stopping at the door to get a better look at the crest, he was startled to hear the snake speaking to him.
"Ah yesss, the last Black heir. I can sssee it in your aura, and it never lies. A recent change I see in your eyesss. How, interesssting. Scarlet and Gold may have been your father's path, and yours also, in the past, if I am reading you correctly. But true Black and Silver is your future. It iss odd that I have not seen you sssooner though. Something to ponder. Oh, how I do love riddles...
"What does my father have to do with anything? And why should you have seen me before?" demanded Harry in parseltounge with a tone that would stop fire. This inadvertently sent a shiver down the spine of the Goblin who was accompanying him, reminding said Goblin of the task at hand.
"Right this way, sir." Said the Goblin, ushering him through the door. Harry thought he saw a surprised look from the snake before he went through.
"Thank you, Claudham. You may go." Said a particularly wrinkled goblin who was gathering paper work at a desk.
"Well then, Mr.-" Silverhook stopped as he looked up at Harry. "My, my, most peculiar. I believe that we should get down to business. If I am correct, there may be more than your financial status that will be changing by this Will." Silverhook said, looking contemplative.
"What exactly do you mean by that Mr. Silverhook? Asked Harry. He was really starting to get irritated at everybody, and seemingly everything knowing more about him than he did himself.
"Please, no formalities. I am Silverhook. And I assume you are asking about the comment about your status changing? Yes, well I was told by my brother, Griphook, that you had a most peculiar aura. While it resembled that of a Potter, he could sense the Black and Silver that I now see. Tell me, have you experienced any sudden surges, magical and emotional? During the Department of Mysteries episode perhaps?"
"Yes, I have as a matter of fact. I was possessed by Voldemort and was able to successfully push him out of my mind." Harry said, suppressing a wince at the memory.
"You were possessed by the Dark Lord? And you pushed him out?" The Goblin asked slowly, with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, well I suppose that would do it." Siverhook said to himself more than Harry. "Well, lets get to it, shall we? I will explain more thoroughly if it is not adequately answered by the departed. A simple blood test will prove my suspicions if he is somehow not aware..." Silverhook said the last part to himself.
Shaking his head out of his musings, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small cylinder with the same crest on it as the door did. Setting it on top of the table, it opened to look like a flashlight with a satellite looking dish on the top of it.
"Begin." Commanded Silverhook. Slowly a silvery mist began to float around until it solidified into a replica of a miniature silvery Sirius Black holding a piece of paper, facing Silverhook.
"Shit." Was his first word. "This is not good. I'm dead, aren't I? Well obviously I'm dead if Silverhook is the size of a giant. If this will is being used, then I never told him. If I had, I would have updated, wouldn't I?" Sirius began mumbling and pacing, trying to figure something out while never actually moving his position, completely ignoring Silverhook and Harry, who he had yet to notice. Harry, meanwhile was trying to keep his heart in his chest. However well he was dealing with the loss of Sirius, he was not prepared for this. A seemingly real echo of the man.
"Mr. Black, if you would, please." Silverhook prodded, just a bit impatiently.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Is this a public reading, or private?" Sirius asked.
"Private, Mr. Black. For your heir, I believe if my guess is not of the mark."
It was at this time that Sirius turned around and saw Harry. A flash of intense emotion passed across his face before a single, pearly white tear traveled down his silvery cheek.
"Hey pup, sorry I died on ya' like that. How did I go anyway?" he asked somberly. A tone not usually associated with Sirius.
"Protecting me, and having a bit too much fun with Bellatrix." Harry replied with as even a voice as he could muster.
"Damn, I am really sorry pup. I never could take a duel seriously. You look different. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not yet, not after I died. Man, this is a mess. Maybe I should explain? Yeah, I'll do that. I apologize if this is a little blunt, but I never was one to be eloquent. Ah, hell. Harry, James Potter was not your father. I am, or was. Merlin, I hate tenses. Before you freak out on me, allow me to explain the situation. James was impotent. He lost the ability to have children during a Death Eater attack late in our seventh year at Hogwarts. After James and your mum were married for a few months they came to me. They asked if they could use my DNA to help them along with their matters. Being the friend that I am, I agreed. They told me that there was a ritual that Lily had created that would combine my DNA and magic with James's magic, and then impregnate Lily. When you were born, you looked just like me, with a little of Lily in you especially the eyes. Male Blacks always have grey or silver eyes, but not you. Lily must have been stronger than we all thought for that to happen. You were then placed under a charm, also devised by Lily, which would give you James's image. That is why you only ever looked like James, except the eyes. You are a Black by blood, a Potter by right." Sirius finished.
OooooooooooooooooooooooooooooO
End Chapter
Alright, hope that you enjoyed the chapter.
For the random guy (an anonymous reviewer) who reviewed on 2006-01-02 and said
"sirius said that the spell mixed his and james' blood so wouldn't that make harry james son by blood and right and sirius' son by blood and right, yet you stated that sirius by blood only and james right only and that just doesn't add up"
Alright, if you would scroll up maybe a paragraph, you will see that it says Sirius's blood and magic was mixed with James' magic, not his blood. So he would be Sirius' biological son, but because of the ritual, James' magic was added in, making him a Potter by magic right. If this still doesn't make sense, post the question in my forum, I'll get to.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was Hedwig. She looked tired and very relieved to be home.
"What happened to you girl? You okay?" Harry asked as he opened her cage to place her on the perch. She gave a thankful hoot as he filled her bowl with treats and some water for her to drink. "That's better isn't girl. I've missed you. We may not be staying here for too much longer. I can't take the old mans manipulations anymore. Were going to go out on our own, just you and me girl. Get away from my family. How's that sound?" Hedwig nodded her repeatedly.
Settling back down on his bed he continued studying his potions books until he came upon a potion that just might fit his needs. True, he was bribing his Uncle to do what he wanted, but Harry didn't want to leave anything to chance.
Gregory's Unctuous Unction
This is one of the more advanced potions covered in this book. The Unctuous Unction persuades the drinker into believing that the giver is their best friend. Under the influence of the potion, the supplier will be able to get the recipient to do something relatively easily, or with little coercion. This does not work on the strong willed or magically powerful. If done correctly, it will have a slight cream color.
Checking to make sure that he had all the ingredients, he decided that he would make the potion Friday night and give it to Vernon with his coffee, instead of creamer. 'I can get Vernon to take me to Diagon Alley on Saturday, and then I can leave Sunday or Monday. This just might work.'
After finishing his potion texts he went downstairs and grabbed what was left of dinner and took it to his room, wanting to avoid talking to or seeing his relatives.
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And so it went for the next few days. Wake up, grab breakfast, shower. After shower he would see if anything else was different with his body. Nothing much had changed with his face, except his eyes had gained a metallic silver rim around the electric Avada Kedavra green, which made his eyes seem brighter and more dangerous looking than his usual emerald color. But he did seem to be growing (faster than was natural), and his chest was broadening. 'What is this?' he thought, 'Puberty on steroids?' after he had seen that he had grown a good five inches since coming him. He now stood a respectable 5" 9'.
Once he made it back to his room, he would study for a few hours until lunch, where he would eat in his room, and study for the rest of the day. By Friday he was able to get through his core subjects. It was unbelievable how much he had missed. The theories and laws that he had not bothered to learn or didn't understand were the reasons for his struggling with anything they had taught him over the past year. But it all made sense now. He was able to easily cast the spells that he had difficulty with before.
During those few days he had only run into his Uncle a few times, which usually ended in awkward silence. But as soon as Harry left the room, pieces of furniture could be heard being broken from the end of the block. It was a wonder the Fried Chickens didn't come to see what was wrong. After they had all gone to bed, Harry would repair most of the furniture just to see how Vernon reacted the next morning when the chair he nearly tore in half was fixed and looked better than new. He also added durability charms so that it would take more effort to break. His Aunt tended to stray away from him, choosing instead to give him odd looks from afar. Dudley was almost withdrawn, wearing a look usually depicting constipation, which for him, usually meant thinking. But of what, and why, Harry didn't know.
Harry decided that he should start the potion now so that it would have time to settle and chill. Setting up his pewter cauldron, he got the ingredients out. The total time it would take to make was 45 minutes, in which most of it was stirring. He boiled the water, slowly adding powdered fly wings and parsnips ends, he let simmer for 10 minutes. Adding one drop of Essence of Hellebore for every counter stir for 20 minutes and crushed Black Beatle eyes every 5 minutes until he had only about a minute left of brewing, and added the final ingredient. Three drops of blood. He took his knife he used for cutting up the ingredients and nicked the end of his finger, putting pressure on it until three large drops of blood had landed into the simmering concoction. He let it sit for half an hour before pouring the potion into the pitcher that held the creamer in the fridge to chill. The potion was not perfect, but was much better than he normal would have made with Snape leaning over his shoulder, dripping grease into his cauldron.
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Waking up early the next day, Harry went downstairs to make breakfast and put his plan into action. Twenty minutes later extra oily bacon, eggs, and biscuits were done. The bangers were still frying when Petunia came down stairs. She gave him one of her now usual looks and sat down at the table. After serving her breakfast and special coffee, Vernon came down.
"What are you up to boy? Asked Vernon.
"What ever do you mean, Uncle Vernon? Can't I make breakfast for my family?" Harry replied in a sickly sweat voice that put Vernon on edge. "I was hungry, Uncle. I wanted breakfast, so I made some. I figured I ought to make the rest of you something too. Okay?" Vernon seemed satisfied with that answer, even if it irritated him for the boy to talk to him in such away.
"That's better. 'Bout time you made yourself useful." Said Vernon smugly. Harry bit back a comment as he served his Uncle his breakfast and coffee. Vernon took a sip, then another. He ate his breakfast without any real change in his demeanor until he got up, wiped his mouth and thanked Harry before beginning to walk away. Petunia just stared at her husband like a deer caught in head lights. 'Well, I guess it worked. Better hurry up and ask him before something happens.' Harry thought to himself.
"Uncle Vernon, do you think you could take me to London today?" Harry asked in a forced friendly tone.
"Huh?" Vernon said dumbly. "Oh, yeah sure. When?" he asked.
"Ten minutes sound okay?" Harry asked in a less forced manner.
"Sure thing Harry. Ten minutes. How much will you give me though?"
'Well, it seems as if he has a stronger mind than I gave him credit for.' "How does 250 pounds sound?"
"That sounds good. Be in the car at the door in 10 minutes." With that Vernon left to get ready. This was the scene that met Dudley.
"What's going on mum?" asked Dudley in an uncertain voice.
"I really couldn't tell you Diddy. But don't worry about it. I'll buy you a new cell phone with the freaks money." Petunia told her distraught son. But Dudley couldn't help but think that something was going on. He decided that with the freak away, he could put his plan (which had taken the better part of a week to figure out) into act. Running upstairs, Harry grabbed his cloak and list while telling Hedwig that he was going out while giving her some more food.
Ten minutes later found Harry under his invisibility cloak, waiting for Vernon.
"Where are you Harry?" Vernon asked, looking around.
"I'm right here Uncle. You just can't see me. Open the backdoor to put your briefcase back there and I will slip in after it. Don't worry, you will be properly compensated for dealing with this." Vernon still looked unnerved, but the thought of more money had placated him. As they walked out, he could almost see the outline of a light surrounding a body, almost neon in color, but it looked as if no one was there. 'I cant' see through the cloak, but I can tell that there is one. I wonder who is on my detail today.' Harry thought as he got in the backseat behind Vernon's briefcase.
"To London, Harry, right?" Vernon asked as he drove off. His tone was more forced than it was previously. 'The potion must be starting to wear off. Hopefully we can make it to London before it stops working.
"Yes Uncle. Charring Cross more specifically."
"What do you need in London anyway?"
"Some clothes and other stuff. It will probably take a while for me to get done. Most the day, actually. Don't bother coming to pick me up."
"Too right." He heard his uncle mutter.
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Back at Privet Drive, pig in a wig, usually refered to as Dudley, tried to sneak his way up the stairs. Succeding in making a little less noise than was usual for him. Which was not saying much. He had decided that if the freak was going to get his parents to do stuff, even if he was paying for everything, he needed to be taught a lesson since his dad wouldn't do it anymore. 'Where did the freak get money from anyway? Probably stole it using his freakishness!' Dudley thought. Opening up his cousin's door slowly, he crept in.
"Here birdie, birdie, birdie...."
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It was around 10 a.m. that they arrived at Charring Cross Road. Donning his cloak, he slipped out of the car. His Uncle could be heard cursing ungrateful freaks that made him drive for no real good reason. 'Seems that I made it just in time for the potion to wear off. I don't think I'll be using that one again. I'll have to wait for someone to open the door, don't want to raise suspicions do we?' 10 minutes later he had made it through both the bar and into the Alley with no one the wiser.
Navigating Diagon Alley in an invisibility cloak is a little bit harder than one would think. There were a few close calls when someone had almost stepped on him and other times when he was nearly snagged on an item of some sort or another. Finally he made to the white marbled building that was Gringotts. Walking up to a Goblin with no line he took out his chain with the pendant and presented it to the Goblin. The Goblin looked up to where Harry should have been for a second before nodding.
"Very well, sir. If you would just follow me." Said the Goblin, getting up and walking down a low hallway without waiting. 'This place is a maze.' Thought Harry, 'There are way too many doors.' After passing too many doors and other criss crossing hallways they came to a door with a name emblazoned under a large crest.
'Silverhook, Black family Account Manager' it read under a crest with a silver bear-like dog with blazing onyx depthless eyes that seemed to have pierce your soul and found you left wanting. The Grim was under the Procyon star of the Canis Minor constellation. Wrapped around the dogs neck was a black and silver Racer snake with glinting pulsing silver eyes that glowed brightly for a moment upon seeing Harry. Stopping at the door to get a better look at the crest, he was startled to hear the snake speaking to him.
"Ah yesss, the last Black heir. I can sssee it in your aura, and it never lies. A recent change I see in your eyesss. How, interesssting. Scarlet and Gold may have been your father's path, and yours also, in the past, if I am reading you correctly. But true Black and Silver is your future. It iss odd that I have not seen you sssooner though. Something to ponder. Oh, how I do love riddles...
"What does my father have to do with anything? And why should you have seen me before?" demanded Harry in parseltounge with a tone that would stop fire. This inadvertently sent a shiver down the spine of the Goblin who was accompanying him, reminding said Goblin of the task at hand.
"Right this way, sir." Said the Goblin, ushering him through the door. Harry thought he saw a surprised look from the snake before he went through.
"Thank you, Claudham. You may go." Said a particularly wrinkled goblin who was gathering paper work at a desk.
"Well then, Mr.-" Silverhook stopped as he looked up at Harry. "My, my, most peculiar. I believe that we should get down to business. If I am correct, there may be more than your financial status that will be changing by this Will." Silverhook said, looking contemplative.
"What exactly do you mean by that Mr. Silverhook? Asked Harry. He was really starting to get irritated at everybody, and seemingly everything knowing more about him than he did himself.
"Please, no formalities. I am Silverhook. And I assume you are asking about the comment about your status changing? Yes, well I was told by my brother, Griphook, that you had a most peculiar aura. While it resembled that of a Potter, he could sense the Black and Silver that I now see. Tell me, have you experienced any sudden surges, magical and emotional? During the Department of Mysteries episode perhaps?"
"Yes, I have as a matter of fact. I was possessed by Voldemort and was able to successfully push him out of my mind." Harry said, suppressing a wince at the memory.
"You were possessed by the Dark Lord? And you pushed him out?" The Goblin asked slowly, with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, well I suppose that would do it." Siverhook said to himself more than Harry. "Well, lets get to it, shall we? I will explain more thoroughly if it is not adequately answered by the departed. A simple blood test will prove my suspicions if he is somehow not aware..." Silverhook said the last part to himself.
Shaking his head out of his musings, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small cylinder with the same crest on it as the door did. Setting it on top of the table, it opened to look like a flashlight with a satellite looking dish on the top of it.
"Begin." Commanded Silverhook. Slowly a silvery mist began to float around until it solidified into a replica of a miniature silvery Sirius Black holding a piece of paper, facing Silverhook.
"Shit." Was his first word. "This is not good. I'm dead, aren't I? Well obviously I'm dead if Silverhook is the size of a giant. If this will is being used, then I never told him. If I had, I would have updated, wouldn't I?" Sirius began mumbling and pacing, trying to figure something out while never actually moving his position, completely ignoring Silverhook and Harry, who he had yet to notice. Harry, meanwhile was trying to keep his heart in his chest. However well he was dealing with the loss of Sirius, he was not prepared for this. A seemingly real echo of the man.
"Mr. Black, if you would, please." Silverhook prodded, just a bit impatiently.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Is this a public reading, or private?" Sirius asked.
"Private, Mr. Black. For your heir, I believe if my guess is not of the mark."
It was at this time that Sirius turned around and saw Harry. A flash of intense emotion passed across his face before a single, pearly white tear traveled down his silvery cheek.
"Hey pup, sorry I died on ya' like that. How did I go anyway?" he asked somberly. A tone not usually associated with Sirius.
"Protecting me, and having a bit too much fun with Bellatrix." Harry replied with as even a voice as he could muster.
"Damn, I am really sorry pup. I never could take a duel seriously. You look different. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not yet, not after I died. Man, this is a mess. Maybe I should explain? Yeah, I'll do that. I apologize if this is a little blunt, but I never was one to be eloquent. Ah, hell. Harry, James Potter was not your father. I am, or was. Merlin, I hate tenses. Before you freak out on me, allow me to explain the situation. James was impotent. He lost the ability to have children during a Death Eater attack late in our seventh year at Hogwarts. After James and your mum were married for a few months they came to me. They asked if they could use my DNA to help them along with their matters. Being the friend that I am, I agreed. They told me that there was a ritual that Lily had created that would combine my DNA and magic with James's magic, and then impregnate Lily. When you were born, you looked just like me, with a little of Lily in you especially the eyes. Male Blacks always have grey or silver eyes, but not you. Lily must have been stronger than we all thought for that to happen. You were then placed under a charm, also devised by Lily, which would give you James's image. That is why you only ever looked like James, except the eyes. You are a Black by blood, a Potter by right." Sirius finished.
OooooooooooooooooooooooooooooO
End Chapter
Alright, hope that you enjoyed the chapter.
For the random guy (an anonymous reviewer) who reviewed on 2006-01-02 and said
"sirius said that the spell mixed his and james' blood so wouldn't that make harry james son by blood and right and sirius' son by blood and right, yet you stated that sirius by blood only and james right only and that just doesn't add up"
Alright, if you would scroll up maybe a paragraph, you will see that it says Sirius's blood and magic was mixed with James' magic, not his blood. So he would be Sirius' biological son, but because of the ritual, James' magic was added in, making him a Potter by magic right. If this still doesn't make sense, post the question in my forum, I'll get to.
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