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Chapter 5

After a much slower cart ride (and a calmer Hermione) they arrived at the Black Family Vault. With a slight sense of regret (missing Hermione clinging to him) Harry was observing the massive vault door. It was vastly unadorned, except for the bright silver writing of the Black Family motto at the top. Silverclaw climbed out and looked at Harry.

"Lord Potter-Black, since you have been designated the Black Heir by Magic and not Blood, you need to channel your magic into being recognized by the Black Family Vault, otherwise you won't be able to enter."

"Er…how do I do that?" asked a thoroughly confused Harry.

Silverclaw held the key to the vault in his hand, "Summon the key to you wandlessly, then you'll feel your magic flowing into the Black Family magic that fused this key. Then your magical signature will be accepted by the Black protections." Harry nodded, closed his eyes and with a wandless Accio the key soared from Silverclaw to Harry's hand.

The moment the metal made contact with Harry's palm, there was a bright flash of light and a sound like a gong resonated in the cavern. There was then a great rush of wind, which began to swirl around Harry. The wind intensified so much that Harry began to levitate off the floor.

Hermione watched astonished at the raw power swirling around Harry, he had never looked more powerful. The magic that was emanating from him almost drew her to him. It was almost like his magic was calling out to her, compelling her to grab him. Her own magic had the urge to join with his and make a powerful union. She shook her head to focus but she couldn't deny what was right in front of her eyes.

She and Harry were extremely close, they were the best of friends. Seven years they had known each other and been through the best and worst of those years. They had seen each other in every range of emotions, and they knew each other better than they knew themselves. Seeing this raw power surrounding Harry like a powerful cloak, and taking what she knew of his inner strength and the size of his heart. Not to mention his physical looks…Harry had never been more attractive at this moment.

That thought startled her, she had never had these thoughts about her best friend before. She had never really had these thoughts about Ron either…but that's besides the point. Harry had never been more than a best friend to her, especially with his relationship with Ginny. Deep in her heart, she knew that she would eventually be breaking Ron's heart. The two of them wouldn't work for a long term couple. She had dreams and goals and Ron…was just Ron. His focuses and pastimes were Quidditch and chess, not to mention stuffing his face with whatever food was within reach. Hermione had entertained the hope that maybe he was a fixer-upper, but Ron had a stubborn streak that was a mile long…he was probably beyond saving. Unfortunately whatever Hermione did would have to wait. Now his family needed time to grieve and mourn Fred's death. Ron was still her friend and needed support. In the meantime she could silently admire how attractive Harry was.

Silverclaw also seemed to be in awe, but it was expected. However Miss Granger next to him whispered, "What's happening to Harry?"

Silverclaw explained, "Both the Potter and Black families are Most Ancient and Noble houses. Their family magic is a long and ancient line, now that Harry is designated as Head of the Black Family by Magic…two powerful magical lines are merging. I daresay that Lord Potter-Black will be an extremely powerful wizard now. His magical core will have to expand to hold that much power." Once again Silverclaw felt in awe of the young wizard before him, the first human in ages who had gained the respect of his Lord Ragnok. Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and now The-Man-Who-Conquered yet the young wizard is polite, modest but radiates a confident power. The wizarding world is due for a surprising change.

Harry himself felt as though electricity was surging through his body. No pain, but he felt almost like he was vibrating from the coursing energies. The waves of magic rose and fell in pulses around him. And all the while he felt a familiarity with this energy, as though it was an old friend welcoming him in an embrace. It seemed to take ages for this to end, but eventually the force holding Harry in the air died, and he settled to the ground. Looking around he saw a look of respect in the goblins face, and turning to face Hermione he saw…desire? A look he couldn't place.

"Everything alright Hermione?"

His voice seemed to snap Hermione out of her inner thoughts, she shook her head before saying, a bit waspishly, "Am I alright? He levitates in the air due to some strange magical power and he asks if I'm alright." Harry chuckled at her worrying nature before proceeding to the vault door holding the key. Silverclaw took the key and unlocked the vault door.

As the vault door opened revealing the contents within, Hermione let out an excited gasp before running over to check out the rare books in the corner of the vault. Harry's attention was drawn to the pedestal in the center of the room. A large lacquered box stood there, with an envelope sitting on top, his name scrawled in the center. With trembling hands Harry slit open the envelope.

Hey there Pup,

Just reading those words made Harry pause and close his eyes, he quickly flashed back to the Forbidden Forest. Staring at the forms of his parents, Sirius and Remus summoned by the Resurrection Stone.

*"Does it hurt?"

The childish question had fallen from Harry's lips before he could stop it.

"Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."

"You'll stay with me?"

"Until the very end," said James.

"They wont be able to see you?" asked Harry.

"We are part of you," said Sirius. " Invisible to anyone else."

Harry tried to breathe and calm himself, this letter was obviously necessary, but he couldn't help but think of that dark moment. When he believed that he was heading to his death. Those were what he believed to be the last words he'd hear from the four people who meant more to him than anything. Now he tried to focus on the jovial tone that Sirius always had around him, a smile and a hint of laughter touching every word. He forced himself to read the letter again.

Hey there Pup,

If you're reading this, then I've gone to that great dog park in the sky. If things happened the way that I always dreamed…then I was found in bed with several bodies of Ogdens Firewhiskey and the entire Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team passed out beside me. If not…don't tell Remus otherwise I'll owe him ten Galleons.

Well Pup, since you've reached this letter than you've discovered that I named you my heir through magic. Normally the line of succession would have passed to Draco Malfoy, thanks to my cousin Narcissa. But Goblins are such helpful buggers. I was able to secretly make my way to Gringotts, (incidentally since Gringotts is sovereign goblin territory, the Ministry couldn't touch me. And the goblins don't care about a persons legal status), and made some adjustments to my will. I cast out the Malfoys from the Black Family line, along with the Lestranges. It was with great joy that I severed all ties to that crazy bitch. Thanks to Gringotts I was able to protect my legacy and leave you with everything you'll need. I love these ugly buggers.

Anyway, I left you something to help you in the future. I know you'll defeat that Dark Tosser and save the Wizarding World. There's no way he would be able to stand against you. I always believed in you Harry, and I know you would discover exactly what was needed to send Ol' Snake Face to Hell. The box under this letter is to help you make a permanent change.

Harry, if the Wizengamot remains with bigoted, pureblooded fanatics then nothing will prevent this from possibly happening again. Those narrow minded idiots are the ones who let Death Eaters walk with the convenient "I was under the Imperious Curse defense." That can't be allowed to continue.

As you're the head of the Potter Family and now the head of the Black Family you'll inherit two seats on the Wizengamot. I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but both the Potters and the Blacks are Most Ancient and Noble houses. They hold a powerful voting block, especially if you renew old alliances. To help you, I draw your attention to the very obvious big box under this letter.

This box contains numerous Pensieve memories of the most memorable Wizengamot memories. Not only from the past but memories of your Grandfather Charlus Potter, and my Grandfather Arcturus Black. Both men were heavy players within political circles, and while both families were separated by "Light" and "Dark" classifications…the devious bastards held an alliance behind the scenes. These memories will help you in maneuvering within those Chambers, and I know you'll change the world for the better Harry.

I'll raise a toast with James and Lily and don't worry we'll see you again. It better not be for many many years. Preferably with many great's grandchildren surrounding you. I already think a certain bushy haired witch would be a perfect match, but that's up to you.

Anyway that's it for me Pup! Live your life, drink deep and shag often!

Love,

Sirus, "Padfoot" Black

* This passage was taken verbatim from J.K. Rowlings book Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows