The Heir of House Black

AN: I make no profit from this. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Gundam Wing is owned by Sunrise.

I'd like to thank Mendeia for all of her wonderful help.

1: The Reading of The Will

The air was stuffy in the parlor. Old men smoking cigars, no windows to speak of, incense burning in the background for only the gods knew what divinatory magics. Harry coughed for the third time in the 10 minutes they'd been there. He walked further into the parlor, looking around for anyone he knew, but he didn't recognize anyone. Well, he recognized a lot of them, but only from pictures of books he'd read in Grimmauld Place last year. Just the thought of it made him sick. Sirius was really dead, killed by that bitch Bellatrix. If he ever saw her again.. He gripped his hand to keep from thinking it. The room was filled with politicians, aristocrats and hobnobs. Anyone who thought they had a claim to Sirius's fortune. He'd expected the will reading would be a private affair, but he should have known it would still be packed like this.

He looked to Ron who he'd brought with him. He got to bring one 'other' and as much as he'd wanted to bring Hermione, there had been a stipulation of 'no muggle borns' which he suspected Walberga was behind, because Sirius probably would have put 'no purebloods or no Slytherins.'

"So, what do we do now?"

Ron shrugged "Dunno mate. Never been to one of these before, but I bet we should sign in," the redhead nodded over to a small book with a quill hovering over it. "I don't think this is the actual room where the wills gonna be read, it's too posh for goblins. Bill's always saying they have some weird fascination with muggle looking bored rooms… why would anyone want to be in a room that's bored."

Harry chuckled, but just nodded at Ron's misinterpretation.

The pair approached the book and looked down at the names already signed in. Immediately both of them drew their wands and began looking around the room, but they didn't see sign of death eaters anywhere and Harry's scar wasn't hurting.

"Blimey, what's SHE doing here"

There, signed on the book, was Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Now Bella. I cannot express this enough." Narcissa spoke to her older sister with more patience than she thought she could muster. "You cannot, you must not use magic. He will be here, likely sitting on the far side of the room, but taking any aggressive action against the boy will just get you stripped of your magic faster than you can say Imperio."

Bella pouted. Her master had allowed her to go, with specific instructions to follow the boy after the reading and capture him if possible. Of course, why wait, he would be in this very room, only a few feet away, unable to use any magic at all as well. She could gut him right now in front of everyone and none of them would stop her… well none of them, expect all of them.

"Of course dear sister. You have my word."

Draco watched his mother and his aunt as he looked back to all the security going into this reading. He wasn't really surprised though, it was a major Pureblood House and more importantly there was a Title on the line. Not only was there a lot of money exchanging hands, but the Title of Lord Black, which had been currently held in limbo for many years was about to be awarded to the next closest male Heir to the family. He was surely the next one. Sirius Black had been Disowned. He'd controlled the estate while he was alive, through Dumbledore's meddling most likely, but he couldn't pass on the title. Regulus had been the Lord and he'd had no children. Draco was the next, oldest male in the black line. He was already preening at the thought, eventually he'd take on the Malfoy title too, not for a long time he hoped, but having the Black name. He could throw that in Potter's face and there would be nothing the boy who lived could do about it.

The Parlor had all been a hoax, an illusion to allow individuals to sign in without being seen. Once he'd entered the room, he'd lost sight of his mother as she'd gone to say hello to a man he suspected hadn't actually been there. He'd signed the book and appeared in this room. The room was still filled with people, but not near as many as he'd expected. The sudden clamor in the room fell to a halt though when two more individuals apparated into the room. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Potter and Weasley appeared inside looking like they'd seen Dementors. Though, honestly his aunt had that effect on people, she was already making her way towards him with a look in her eyes that promised pain.

He sat down and watched, a grin on his face. Oh this was going to be good.

Harry felt the tug at his navel as soon as he'd finished writing his and Ron's names. It was just like fourth year all over again. The Pen was a portkey and writing one's name was the trigger. The people.. Had any of them actually been there. They'd all gone up in smoke. Was this a trap, had he just been led to his death. He appeared in the room, and looked around, wand in hand. Bellatrix was there, only 20 feet away, standing next to her Narcissa Malfoy and in a chair a few feet from the both of them, Draco.

Harry raised his wand, a spell on his lips, Bellatrix looked ecstatic, but Ron grabbed his friend and pulled the wand down. "HARRY!" he yanked Harry away, getting between him and Bellatrix, though his courage left him as soon as she was there, right in his face. "No magic, it's the rules. No one can cast, not even her."

"Harry, my dear, how has your summer been" Bella cooed, leaning over Ron, an impressive sight since he'd gotten so tall, and ran a finger over Harry's cheek. "Nothing too Serious happened I hope"

Harry moved to swing at her but a hand came down on his shoulder, yanking him into a chair. Bella looked like a cat who'd lost it's mouse. Ron looked to see who had just stopped Harry, but the person wore a black hoodie. A muggle hoodie. He wore sunglasses as well, covering most of his face and the hoodie had been enchanted to prevent too much light from entering.

Harry tried to stand but the stranger's grip was iron, holding him down. The stranger moved between him and Bella. "Mrs Lestrange, the Will reading is starting. If you would be so kind."

And surprisingly, she nodded her head, backing away and took her seat. The man released Harry, and was that a smile on his face, just a brief glimpse as he moved to the back room and sat down beside his twin. When had they gotten there? Two muggles at the reading of the Black will, who on earth were they..

The reading was long. No… Long wasn't the right word. Long described Binn's classes or Quidditch games that ran over or even detention with Snape. This wasn't long, it was FUCKING long. Ron was actually snoring softly. Harry had had to wake him up several times, but the goblins just kept droning on about this property and that property. This asset and that asset, they hadn't even started assigning things. They had to list each and every item in incredibly detailed… detail. Harry knew this had to be a prank from Sirius to his cousins. The only joy Harry had taken from the loss of 5 hours of his life was that Bellatrix and Draco also had to sit through it. No bathroom breaks, no stops for lunch, chairs that had to be cursed to prevent any real comfort. Nothing but the droning on of boring properties. He'd finally had enough and needed to stretch. Maybe look and see if there was a pitcher of water. That's when he'd finally

Noticed it. The sound of soft clacking in the background. Turning to see where it was coming from, the two figures. The two muggles in the background, who'd stayed quiet and unobtrusive the entire time, were listening raptly to every word and one of them was taking notes on a computer of some kind. Small enough to fit on his lap… what had Dudley called them… Harry couldn't remember honestly. This place was magical, how had they even gotten it working in the first place.

"To Harry Potter, I bequeath thee Number 12 Grimmauld Place and my own personal vault. It's nothing like james', but it's all yours. Give em hell."

That got Harry's attention. It seemed they'd finally started giving things out. He smiled at the last words of Sirius Black. He'd gotten the house. Not that he was sure what he'd do with it, but it was his, it was a reminder of Sirius and that was all that mattered right now.

"The rest of the estate and all it's vaults and properties and financial assets go Lord Black. Sorry that it took so long to give you your due kid. Regulus wanted you to have a normal life though, so I waited til now. Due with it what you will, I know you'll do good. I'm Proud of you Odin. Oh yes, Fuck you, everyone else"

A murmur arose as the two muggles in the back stood and started walking to the front. Both removing their hoodies and glasses at once. They moved to the front, one of them accepting a ring and slipping it on his finger while the other took a packet of deeds.

Lord Black stood before them, short messy brown hair, Ice Cobalt eyes glaring them all down, giving no one room to speak. "I am Odin Orion Black. Lord of House Black. I rightfully claim my inheritance."

Magic seemed to fill the room, would he be struck dead as the imposter he was… no It seemed not. He stood there as the ring on his finger glowed and everyone sat a bit more rigid. "What's going on" he whispered to Ron.

"They have to swear fealty to him or be struck from the family. It's a really big deal to them, but none of them wanna do it, obviously."

Harry looked at Ron curiously "I don't feel anything."

Ron Nodded, "Yea cause we aren't actually blacks. Not close enough anyway"

Nothing was said, but no one was struck blind or deaf or dumb, so Harry took that to mean they had accepted the boy.. the muggle as the new Lord of House Black, no matter how much it was apparent they wanted to say otherwise.

It was then that Harry really got to look around and realized that Narcissa seemed to be going pale for an entirely different reason. He hadn't really paid the blonde too much attention, but now that he thought about it, the man looked… familiar. Not in a magical way familiar either, but Dursley Familiar. He'd seen the man on the Telly recently. His eyes widened when he realized who the man was. Why was he hear.

"M..m..mr. Winner. " Narcissa stuttered. "Quatre… What are you doing here"

Quatre smiled politely to his Aunt. "Ah, Narcissa. It's a Pleasure to see you. I'm just here to support my friend Odin." he turned to Draco. "You must be Draco, It's a pleasure to meet you. Im Quatre Raberba Winner. We're cousins" he smiles brightly, as if that smile could light up a room full of Death Eaters."

Draco took the hand, standing and Shaking it. "Pleasure.. Cousin"