July 24th, 1985

Today was a happier day the most in Diagon alley, people rustling and bustling, going on with their usual business without a fear in the world now that the dark lord Voldemort had been vanquished, and his number one man, Sirius Black, was dead.

One could remember the night of October 31, 1981 when the Potter home had been attacked by the dark lord, and that same night a mere 15-month-old child was somehow able to defeat him while countless others, including his parents, were never able to land a blow on him. After that, no one could stop celebrating in relief and happiness.

When Sirius Black had died in Azkaban, the man they thought was the one for the cause of the Potter's death and the one who killed 13 muggles and Peter Pettigrew, people rejoiced.

One woman was walking towards the north end of Diagon Alley heading straight to Gringotts Bank. She was a tall blonde woman in her mid-twenties wearing dark blue robes under a black cloak. Her whole appearance was that of a wealthy aristocratic matriarch, with her cold blue eyes and her angular features. However, she maintained a sense of beauty only matched by a couple of woman, with large breasts and a pretty face with well-placed make up. These features could only describe one person, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black.

As she approached the wizard bank, people seemed to part around her giving her, her own lane to walk in. Whether it be her presence or the fact that she was the youngest cousin of the now dead Sirius Black could be the reason.

She walked up the white marble stairs and entered the bank, where along the sides inside the bank, numerous goblins were going on with their own business. She didn't even acknowledge their existence and headed straight for the head goblin, which sat at a teller face directly in front of the door, and was significantly higher than the rest.

"We have been expecting you lady Malfoy," the goblin said from the teller position, not looking up from his business.

"I know you have Ragnok," Narcissa said.

The now named Ragnok motioned for Narcissa to follow him as he got up from his teller. "Please lady Malfoy; let us do our business in private."

Ragnok led Narcissa behind his teller and through a couple of doors into his private office room. It was quite plain; the walls were still made of the same white marble, but there was a large oak desk situated at one end of the room in front of a large bookshelf. Narcissa took a seat in front of his desk, while Ragnok took his spot behind his desk and started rummaging through papers.

"Now Lady Malfoy, would you like Sirius Black's will read now or later?" Ragnok asked.

"Later" Narcissa said "however I must know who the new Lord Black is immediately"

Ragnok eyed her, "yes that can be arranged, allow I must ask why? Do you want to know if your son Draco is the new Lord Black?"

"I'm sorry to inform you," Narcissa said, "that Draco is not my son"

At this Ragnok laughed, "Now my lady, we may not like our children, but he is still your son. After all he did come out of your womb did he not?"

"As a matter of fact," Narcissa said coldly "he came out of Lucius's sister's womb. The sick bastard, she died during the birth you know"

Again, Ragnok laughed. "Ah pureblood wizards are always my favorite customers. So many secrets, so many twists and turns, it makes my job so exciting"

At this Narcissa smirked slightly "yes, I would imagine, now can we please find out who the new Lord is"

"Why lady Malfoy, are you intending on nullifying your marriage with lord Malfoy?" Ragnok ask.

"As always Ragnok, you are spot on," Narcissa said. "I am sick of being Lucius's trophy, pretending of being Draco's mother. I mean even he knows that I am not his real mother," Narcissa said exasperatedly. "But the worst part is he has the nerve to call me trophy when in private. He may be a sweet little boy sometimes, but he is still his father's son."

Ragnok smirked; he just loved pureblood arrangements, so much fun especially for the third party. He stepped down from his chair, and left the room and a couple of minutes later he returned with a small knife and what appeared a scroll with the black coat of arms on.

"You know what I think every time someone tells me blood doesn't matter," Ragnok said as he opened the scroll. "Every time I think of how wrong they are. Blood is what makes a living being who they are; it designates who they are related too, who their blood family is. It may not be important for the fact of raw magical ability, but for inheritance and special magical abilities, it is essential."

Narcissa nodded, "I must agree with you on that. I may not be a complete pureblood superior, but I do see its importance."

Ragnok nodded and handed her the knife "Narcissa I will need you to make a small cut and let a single drop of blood fall on the scroll."

She took the knife and stared at the blank parchment, made a quick cut on her arm and let a single drop of blood hit the parchment. As soon as she did, a family tree appeared of the Black family, with many X's, and black scorch marks on it.

"The scorch marks are for the dead, the X's are for those removed from the family," Ragnok explained, "as they can still be brought back in."

"Yes I know that. I remember my aunt Walburga blasting out people from her own private family tree. I guess she didn't believe in redemption to any extent."

Ragnok nodded in understanding, but remained fixated on the parchment "interesting, very interesting" Ragnok muttered.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow, "when a goblin says interesting twice, it usually means a heart attack."

Ragnok looked up from the parchment and gave Narcissa a toothy grin, "well yes. May I ask, have you ever met you Aunt Elizabeth Rosier?"

Narcissa shook her head, "no I never knew I had an aunt by that name"

"Well you do, or at least did" Ragnok said "she is dead now"

Narcissa frowned, "Well what is so interesting?"

Ignoring Narcissa's statement, Ragnok continued to talk, "Marcus Rosier, 1898 to 1954, married Isabella Dragonouv, 1900-1955, and gave birth to two girls. One of these girls was your mother, Druella Black nee Rosier, 1935-1979, while the other was Elizabeth Rosier, 1955-1981. Tell me, did you ever meet your grandparent's from you mother's side."

Narcissa shook her head, "no I never did, they died before I was born and my mother never really talked about them. She said they went missing around 1954." A sudden realization hit Narcissa "Ragnok, when was Elizabeth Rosier born?"

Ragnok gave her a sly grin "1955, one year before your grandfather and the day that your mother died."

Narcissa just slumped deeper into her chair, deep in thought. "Interesting in deed, tell me anything else? Did this Elizabeth Rosier marry? Is her son the new lord black or is her grandson?"

"Elizabeth Rosier married and had one son" Ragnok said and then an evil grin came upon his face "one son by the name of Hadrian James Potter, 1980- ?"

Silence after his words, and a couple of minutes passed without anyone talking. Narcissa's face was pale white, while Ragnok seemed very amused, until he decided 'time was money' and he shouldn't waste it.

"The one they called Lily Evans never existed, she was most likely adopted after her mother died after her birth by a muggle family, and brought up without knowing of her pureblood standing. The same muggleborn witch that every witch has been compared to, the one that made it so that most muggleborns believe that they can be just as good as purebloods, was a in fact, a pureblood."

"Impossible," Narcissa said quietly, "who was the father?"

Ragnok smile just got larger, "James Potter, 1955-1981. There is no denying that Lily Evans is Elizabeth Rosier, and there is no denying now that you Narcissa have a little cousin."

"You mean nephew, the boy is much too young to be my cousin," Narcissa corrected. She could take this, but it wasn't every day you find out that you are directly related to the most famous toddler in wizard history. She always was good at hiding her shock; after all, it was common practice for those who gained the title of ice queen during their time at Hogwarts.

"Forgive me Narcissa, but you are wrong. He is your cousin because Elizabeth was your mother's sister or aunt for a better term." With that Ragnok pressed a button on his speakerphone.

'Yes Lord Ragnok, how may I be of service?'

"Please bring the Potter files here, I have much to uncover."

Ragnok turned back to Narcissa, who was pale white, "now Narcissa, would you like the will revealed now?"

Narcissa was breathing lightly, Harry bloody Potter was her cousin, and not be a couple of people, but her direct cousin. She just nodded, and Ragnok smiled and pulled out another sheet of paper this time normal size.

"I will now read the will of one Sirius Black" Ragnok said "I Sirius Black, as Lord Black, I reinstate one Andromeda Tonks into the family. Honestly Andromeda, the gig is up. Ted is a pureblood American, we all know and you just didn't want to marry Lestrange."

"Wait, Ted is a pureblood?" Narcissa asked, once more hiding her surprise about another family secret.

Ragnok nodded "yes, he is an American pureblood, not from an ancient family, but from a noble one. My guess is, as Lord Black said, she didn't want to marry a Lestrange so she got herself kicked out of the family by pretending Ted was a muggleborn. She also probably wanted to be able to work in the muggle world as well as the magical one without any family tying her down. Very Sytherin of her I must say"

Narcissa nodded, but in the back of her mind, she felt a little hurt. After all, Andromeda was the only one of her sister's to not get into a loveless pureblood marriage, and she envied her, ever since she met Lucius. But what hurt the most, was the fact that she didn't seem to trust her enough to tell her what was really going on, and Narcissa was not allowed to contact her since she was booted out of the family. "Please continue."

"I have already distributed all of the money before I was sent to Azkaban, and I leave everything of mine to my godson, Harry James Potter. I also give Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black to cancel their arranged marriages with their own approval. That is my final will and testament. Sincerely, Sirius Black"

"Thank you Sirius," Narcissa said.

"Well that takes care of that," Ragnok said, and pulled out some more papers, which were Narcissa's marriage papers. "Please sign there and you are no longer a Malfoy."

It didn't take her another second to think and she signed the paper, and a sudden rush went through her body. She was free; she was now a Black again. The door to the room opened and another goblin walked in carrying a box full of papers.

"Ah thank you," Ragnok said as the goblin placed the papers on Ragnok's desk and left the room.

"Now Ms. Black," Ragnok said smirking, trying out the new title "since Bellatrix is in prison and before the will, Andromeda was disowned; responsibility of Harry falls to you." Ragnok said and pulled out some more papers. "So far, Albus Dumbledore has claimed responsibility for the child and has left him at his so called 'muggle' relatives, but he is your cousin so do you wish to remove him?"

Narcissa thought for a moment, before she decided on her answer, "yes, now where is he?"

"His current residence is number 4 privet drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Ragnok said before pulling out two more pieces of paper from the box. "These are the adoption papers for him and this is the will of the Potter's, which Dumbledore has requested not be read. However, that responsibility lies with you now."

"So are you going to ask me if I want it read?"

Ragnok smirked slyly "very goblin of you," he joked, "yes, would you like it read."

Narcissa nodded "yes I would."

Ragnok opened the piece of paper and began reading "We the Potter's, James Potter and Lily Potter, leave everything to our son Harry Potter and if we should perish, then he is to be left with his god father, Sirius Black. By no means is he to be left with one Petunia Dursley."

Ragnok put the will back on the table, "well it appears the will has already been broken. Mr. Potter is currently with one Petunia Dursley, which is against their wishes. I would suggest you take some legal action against Dumbledore."

Narcissa nodded, she never liked the old man. He was too crazy, too senile, too controlling for her tastes.

"Well I shall go through the rest of these documents, you know marriage contracts, finding out who he is heir too and that fun stuff," Ragnok said smirking, "I always enjoy pureblood families with so much history, so much mystery, so many twists and turns."

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Narcissa entered the Malfoy manor, and was immediately confronted by Lucius; his long blonde hair and aristocratic look made him fit the part of a pampered king very well. He was clearly not happy and before Narcissa could make a comment he held up a letter with the Gringotts seal on it.

"What is the meaning of this?" he questioned menacingly.

Narcissa just shrugged and walked right passed him, "Oh, I'm just getting my things and leaving. As you can see I am no longer your wife good day," and before he could say anything, Narcissa shot a stunner right into his chest, and he fell to the ground. "Such a petty excuse for a wizard," Narcissa grumbled, and went upstairs to pack her things and head for her ancestral home, 12 Grimmauld Place, London, where she would drop off her stuff and retrieve Harry from those filthy muggles.

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As Narcissa approached the house that her cousin was currently living in, she could only think one thing. 'So small, no pureblood of his status should live in a house this small' she thought, and then looked at her surroundings and scoffed 'all the houses are the bloody same.'

She walked straight to the door of number 4 privet drive and knocked three times, and waited, until a she almost threw up at what opened the door.

A fat man, who was already losing some of his hair and could have been mistaken for a whale, stood in front of her and looked very angry and impatient.

"Well the bloody hell do you want?" he asked angrily.

Narcissa kept her face cold, she certainly did not like this muggle, "Am I correct that one Harry Potter resides in this house?" she asked.

The change in facial expressions was comical, as the first angry fat man turned from angry to surprised, then to distaste. "How the bloody hell do you know about him?"

Narcissa shrugged, "I have my sources now about..."but before she could continue, Vernon closed the door on her.

Narcissa just stood there for a couple of seconds in complete shock. 'Fucking muggle just threw a door in my face' she thought to herself angrily, and then she heard shouting coming from inside the house.

Not wanting to waste any more time, she did what wizards do best and blew the door open.

The fat man was strangling something from inside the cupboard under the stairs until he looked shocked at Narcissa, who had her wand out and pointed at him.

Before he could shout anything or do anything else, Narcissa shot a quick stunner and he flew to the ground unconscious. Narcissa walked into the house, and from the kitchen a horse liked woman came out and screamed in fright at the sight of her husband lying on the ground and Narcissa who was walking into her home.

Her curiosity took the best of her, and Narcissa looked into the cupboard, and for a second time that night, she thought she would throw up.

Inside the cupboard was a boy, no older then 4, maybe 5 if he was just a small one with unruly black hair. His whole body was bloody, and the only explanation that Narcissa could think of how he got like that was prolonged exposure to the cruciatus curse. Narcissa was about to turn and ask the horse woman what she was doing to this boy when she saw that lightning scar on the boys' forehead, glowing slightly and visible from the darkness of the cupboard.

At that moment, that sense of nausea was replaced by rage and she turned on the horse woman, "what the fuck do you think you are doing to this boy?" she yelled at her.

The woman just glared at Narcissa, "he is a freak and deserves to be...," but Narcissa shot a quick stunner, which knocked the woman back several yards until she collided with the kitchen stove, probably breaking a couple of bones.

In a quick, fluid motion, Narcissa reached into the cupboard and took the bloody child from its depths and cursed under her breath. 'So, this is the reason why Lily, I mean Elizabeth, didn't want him to be with that piece of filth' she though angrily and she cradled the boy softly.

The little boy opened his eyes slightly, and Narcissa took one look at them and thought they were the most memorizing thing she had ever seen. They were an emerald green, the same green of the Aveda Kedavera curse, but so soft and harmless that it just didn't fit.

"Who are you?" the boy asked weakly.

Narcissa gave him a small smile, "Hello Harry, I'm your cousin Cissy and I'm taking you out of here."

Alright, after taking my long ass break I have returned. So ya IM BACK BITCHES!

As some of you might notice this is shorter than the original this is intentional. Cause I honestly hate posting long chapters. Will try to keep them short now.

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