A new idea I came up with at school, Harry is raised by Sirius as a traditional pureblood. He learns their history, etiquette and is Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Sirius Black or anything in this chapter that you recognise. Much of the dialect is my own, although some is canon and belongs to J.

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It was a cold October's night and the wind howled around the street, whipping up the leaves. Despite the icy weather children ran around, dressed as ghosts and witches. They ran up to the doors and were answered by smiling families bearing bowls of treats. It was Halloween 1981 and unknown to all a tragedy was about to befall one of these families.

In one of the cottages on the edge of the village a baby boy was playing with his parents. A bright fire lighted the room and the child sat on his mothers lap, laughing and waving as he popped the bubbles his father conjured. They had no bowl set out of treats and despite the cheerful image the parents were tense.

"It just doesn't feel right James, this wind is unnatural."

The red haired mother glanced around, concerned. Branches batted the windows and there was a whistling noise outside. The handsome black haired man laughed, his hair was sticking up at every angle as he turned the bubbles all different colours and shapes for the entertainment of the young boy.
Harrison James Potter was just over a year and already had a great likeness to his father, all except for his eyes. His almond-shaped emerald green eyes looked like they'd been taken straight from his mother. Lily picked him up and strode out of the room, her long hair hanging down her back. She reappeared a moment later after putting Harry in his cot. Shivering from the wind she began waving her wand in diagnostic spells to ensure the privacy charms were still in place, if only she'd checked the fidelius. Confident that their lifelong friend would never betray them she skipped over the spell. There was a sudden moment of silence as the wind ceased before changing direction, battling against the winds and extinguishing the fire. There was a squeak of their gate opening and Lily looked up, her face white.

"Peter, the Fidelius"

James jumped up and ran to the window, his posture slumping suddenly.

"Lily take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"

Lily sprinted from the room, leaving her wand on the table. Once in Harry's bedroom she locked the door and began piling boxes in front of it. She grabbed Harry and attempted first to portkey out and then to disapparate, but the Dark Lord had placed wards preventing them from leaving. Quickly she pulled her rune knife out and sliced her arm open, she then carefully cut Harry's forehead and drew the runes of protection, survival and a few of her own invention, she mixed her blood with his knowing they would be activated if she died to sacrifice him. When she found out they were being hunted she'd looked up on blood rituals and invented her own. From below she heard a voice yell and her blood ran cold.

"Avada Kedavra"

James, her beloved James. James who would die to protect her. She sobbed but quickly pulled herself together, stepping in front of Harry to shield him she faced the door and waited. Footsteps up the stairs, footsteps in the hall and silence. The door burst open and a skeletal wand vanished the boxes. The monster that strode into the room was taken straight from her worst nightmares, from the muggle horror films that she and Petunia loved to watch. He was her worst nightmare and the knowledge that he killed her husband finally broke her.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"
"Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "

"Avada Kedavra"

Her body fell, red hair streaming over her face, not a mark where the curse hit.

The monster turned and laughed, a cruel cold laugh with no trace of emotion or humanity, its job was almost done.

"Avada Kedavra"

A green curse rocketed towards the young boy only to rebound in a gold light and strike the Dark Lord. There was an inhumane shriek, the light blasted the wall and the stone crumpled into the garden below. The roof was blasted off and knocked the walls, the residual magic causing enough backlash to knock the walls in the top floor over and shatter all the windows. Despite the damage the cot with the baby boy lying in it was unharmed, in the centre of a one meter circle that was free from debris.

From within the rubble the Dark Lord's body stirred and disintegrated, leaving a tainted silver aura with black shadows that flew straight at the baby and dove into his forehead, leaving a lightening shaped scar.

The boy had been silent so far but at the resounding silence and the silver soul he let out a loud scream and began to cry.

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Halfway across the country a tall black haired man was casting spells to strengthen the stone walls in front of him. Sirius Black was standing in front of one of the Black manors in the countryside of England. The manor and estate had belonged to the Black Family fro centuries but had been unused for at least eighty years. Rather then living in his family house in London Sirius had chosen to fix up the manor and estate in Bangor. The estate was on the coast and had one hundred and twenty three acres of paddocks and manicured land. He'd spent the last month setting up the house and the interior was all furnished, needing only the wards.
As Sirius drew runes onto the stone to activate the new wards he felt his leather wrist cuff burn, the cuff had a wand holster on the underside and on top held a shard of the spare mirror that he and James made in their seventh year, it was so they could contact each other in an emergency, or when they didn't have the proper mirrors on hand. Being a small piece of glass it couldn't hold as many runes and wasn't as powerful but it worked. However James was in hiding and they'd spoken only a few hours ago, he wouldn't be calling again unless there was something wrong. He activated the mirror and saw James's pale taunt face.

"He's found us, Voldermort is here. Peter was the spy. I'm gonna hold him off so Lily can get away but if I fail, if we fail and Harry survives promise us you'll look after him. Don't chase Peter raise Harry, if he survives he'll be famous and I need you to teach him, if the ministry get ahold of of him he'll never be free. Just promise me that you won't let him go to Lily's family."

"I-I will James, I will."

Sirius heard a cold laugh and saw a green light fly over him. The room blurred for a second as James fell. The glass shattered and the connection was cut.
Sirius paused, tears filling his eyes. He had just lost his lifelong brother and sister. Shaking his head he ran from the room and jumped on his motorcycle. Revving the engine he kick started it and took off, heading for Godric's Hollow.

As he flew over the towns he allowed the tears to fall. He was pushing the bike as fast as it could fly to reach the cottage.

When he arrived at the village he began to descend, taking the time to dry his face with a quick charm. He flew over the muggle lights; Voldemort really couldn't have picked a worst time-for Sirius at least-to attack them. It was Halloween and the Muggle children were still out. If Sirius didn't know how serious the Dark Lord was about blood purity he would have thought that was his intention.

As he came upon the house his breath caught in his throat and despite his best efforts tears spilled over his eyes. He jumped off the bike when it was a meter from the ground and ran to the cottage. Using a quick spell he jumped straight to the top floor where he found Hagrid searching through the rubble. Without a word he joined him, lifting the debris out of the way until he found the cot. Harry had long since stopped crying and was lying peacefully in the cot. Sirius didn't realise he was crying until he heard Hagrid stumble over beside him.

"I'll take him Hagrid, I'm his godfather"

"Dumbledore told me ta take 'im to 'is aunt and uncle, 'eir 'is legal guardians 'fter all."

"James contacted me just before he died, he wants me to raise him"

"Fair 'nough then, do 'im good to be raised by 'is own kind."

Sirius nodded before picking up the child and snapping his fingers.

"Remi"

A house elf appeared before him and bowed.

"Is there anything Master requires?"

"Yes, would you please go ahead and prepare one of the guest rooms in the West guest wing"

"Remi will be doing that Master Sirius."

The house elf disappeared and Sirius walked over to the motorbike.

"Hagrid, you take the bike, too many memories."

He managed to mutter, James and he had planned and participated in many pranks on that bike.

He held Harry close to him before disapparating to the newly furnished manor. He carried Harry up to the Western wing and placed him in the sparsely furnished guest room.

The young boy slept peacefully, the scar on his forehead inflamed and red. To think in another life that he would have been sleeping on a doorstep…

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