Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter. I don't make money off this and am having fun only.

Summary:

Based off of ZebJeb's Breaking of the Blood Wards, this is an expansion on that as I loved this take on the blood wards. With the blood wards now down Harry has to adjust to his new life and new weapons that he had not expected he would need.

I am not sure where I will ship this, no slash pairings, that much I know. However I could ship Harry with Luna or Susan or something like that. I might keep Ginny as a sister but not someone who wants to force him to be hers.

Chapter One: After the Fact:

Harry was surprised that everyone was here, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and so on, all wanted to help him. He left the room, brushed past everyone and went to find a spot to thing, for if he spoke at that moment, no, he turned around and everyone looked at him with baited breath. He did not know it but at that moment he was acting far more like his mother than anything else. He faced Dumbledore and glared at him. Dumbledore looked very calm and collected as he sat there watching Harry who was watching him. No-one spoke, they just watched the two wizards stare at each other. Then Harry sighed, counted to ten in the two languages he knew (Mrs. Figg had taught him French by talking about her cats in French all the time he was over there and watching French dramas). Then he pinched the bridge of his nose, a very Lily thing to do, and sighed again then he spoke.

"With all due respect sir, you are an idiot." Harry said.

"I am in complete agreement." Dumbledore said, "I am, I never should have done what I did, but now you finally are free of them."

"Snape wanted to save me?" Harry asked.

" No I wanted to turn you to potions ingredients!" Severus snapped, "of course I care, how could I not, you are Lily's son more than that arrogant pureblood arse of a father of yours."

"You said I was just like my father!" Harry shot back.

"How could you be? You never met him, oh that feels good, now I can see you for you, blasted wards." Severus grumbled, "and yes Moody should teach you how to control your mind, I will teach you, other things."

"You need to eat my dear." Molly said gently, "come, I made all your favorites."

Harry felt far better, and foolish at the same time. Foolish he had not done this before in breaking the wards and better as everyone here was being so helpful and nice. He was wanted, loved and cared for and everyone here was asking after his health, how he was holding up and so on. Severus even stayed and, to the surprise of them all told Harry that he was legally an adult now as he had competed in an adult tournament and that he could, if he wanted sue the ministry for being dunderheads. Harry grinned and found though he still did not much care for one Severus Snape, the man did care enough about him to try to help him, even if he was ugly, and cruel and horrible in his classes.

"So grease ball what will you teach my godson?" Sirius asked.

"Magical etiquette you may be a Black but Blacks…"

"I know, we always were sot for our power not our manners but Potters, ah well Harry you have a lot to learn in a very short period of time."

"Not so short." Severus said, "this is going to be a very long two weeks, oh yes a very long two weeks indeed."

"Why would you teach me etiquette and not anyone else?" Harry asked.

"I have a bet with Sprout I can make a proper gentleman before summer is out, I have my work cut out for me but I think I can win."

Harry nodded and took a seat wondering how this was to get done, he was too hungry at the moment to do much of anything but eat. Before he could eat a potion was slid to him by Sirius and he downed it at once. It was not bad tasting, it had a citrus flavor with a bit of grittiness to it (for Americans think children's vitamins and you get the taste). He found he felt a lot better and was able to eat very well of everything he loved most. Roast shoulder of mutton, fluffy mashed potatoes with rich smooth gravy, curried vegetables and heavenly rolls with real golden butter. Dessert was the best, treacle tart with crème fresh, his favorite. Once done he was led to his own room (he loved Ron but he really wanted his own space) and found a house elf there muttering to himself. He was very old, clad in a filthy rag for a loincloth and looked hatefully at Sirius and Harry.

"This is my house elf Kreacher, nasty thing he is." Sirius said.

"I am sure he has his reasons." Harry said, "why is he here?"

"Well he can decorate well, though this house is a disgrace." Sirius replied. "If he had been doing his job."

"That is not nice, he had no family and then you come back and insult him, I would hate that, did hate being treated that way." Harry said, "he has feelings like we do."

"Fine, Kreacher please listen to Harry, whatever he says as an order you must do it." Sirius said, "I need to get some rest, if he gives you trouble, let me know."

Sirius was gone leaving Harry with a dirty house elf. Harry walked to a wardrobe, and rummaged around until he found a clean pillowcase with the Black crest on it. He shoved it at Kreacher who glared at him, Harry was not budging, he knew he could not give clothes to the little house elf but he was not going to be served by something clad in such a state. Kreacher cleaned himself up with a snap and put on the pillowcase and gave Harry a glare when Harry grinned. Harry got on his level and looked him in the eyes.

"I know what it is like to not be wanted." Harry said. "I want you to know I want your help."

"Young half-blood master wants my help?" Kreacher asked.

"Yes, I never had a room in the colors I wanted, and I don't really know what I want. Could you help?"

"Kreacher could, but Kreacher want something."

"As long as it is not dark, evil or wrong, sure." Harry replied.

Next morning Harry woke early and took in his new room. The floor was dark oak polished to a bright shine. The walls were a pale moss color and the drapes at the window and around the four poster bed were royal blue. The bed linens were ones he would have had growing up, butter yellow sheets and pillow cases with a quilt done in blue, white and gold with a red Hungarian Horntail on it. Over the fireplace was a muggle picture of his parents blown up and all his things were in the closet. Harry knew he was going clothes shopping and he knew who he was going with, no girls! That would be a nightmare! He got dressed in his best clothes, his school dress shirt and slacks with his dress shoes as everything else was gone.

He walked out of his room to find Kreacher, now a properly dressed house elf in clean pillowcase ordering Dobby and Winky (one of Kreacher's request was help to clean the townhouse) to help clean. Dobby ran up and hugged him while Winky smiled shyly at him. Harry praised their work and headed to the kitchen to find Sirius there seated at the table looking a bit worse for wear. The reason was that his clothes a muggle tee shirt and jeans were normal as was his skin but his hair and goatee were a hot pink and he glared at Harry who sat down and took the plate of full fry up from Molly with a thank you and what he had found out was a nutrient potion. Sirius had not brewed it but Severus had and speaking of which the dour potions master was here.

"Harry." Sirius said.

"Yes?" Harry answered after carefully chewing and swallowing his food, "how are you godfather?"

"Very well accept someone decided I should be pranked, by my own house elf." Sirius said.

"Ah, well you were mean to Kreacher, he could have done worse." Harry said.

"I must commend you on a prank well served." Severus said, "a prank worthy of your mother."

"Harry you should not order Kreacher to do pranks!" Hermione said walking in, "that is not nice!"

"I didn't order him, just said he could let Sirius know how he felt." Harry said taking a sip of his orange juice. "How was I to know he would do this?"

"Pink rather suits you." Remus said walking in, "I think it runs in the family, don't you have a cousin who likes pink?"

"It seems even though I am the owner of this house control the wards and could toss you out, I get no respect." Sirius grumbled.

"I would be unhappy." Harry said.

"He is Lily's child." Severus said, "now today we have a very, very long day." Severus said, "we will start after breakfast, we will do shopping in three days from now, the dark dork gave me a week off."

"Why three days from now?" Harry asked.

"Because we have so much to learn." Severus said, "so much and the goblins have agreed to help, for a price."

"How much?" Harry asked.

"Nothing much, they just want Voldemort's head, something about bowling." Sirius said.

"Oh, okay."

It was after breakfast that Harry was lead to the underground space far below London called Diagon Alley (it is not on the surface, as many believe, but deep underground and very safe during WWII) and to the bank. Once inside the goblins whisked Severus and Harry away. Three days later but 216 for Harry and Severus, the two exited the bank. Harry was now well trained in that ancient art that sends terror down the spines of obtuse little girls that unwittingly cause the collapse of a French monarch and sent men's fashion into dull-dom, I am talking about etiquette. Harry had that and in spades now, he knew what every fork was for, knew how to dance and speak to the highest and those who thought themselves the highest in society. He knew how to fence and had added to his lessons and could now play the piano very well. In short he was everything the dark lord never could be and wished he could.

"I think clothes shopping is next, Wills and Forms is the best." Severus said.

"Then that is where we will go" Harry replied, "I do wish we could go to Harrods."

"Wills and Forms is better." Severus said, "they are discrete once they are done with you, you will not look the same, you will look more like your mother, your father was an oaf, while your mother was refined."

"Then let us go dear sir." Harry replied.

Wills and Forms was a shop that was well known but not everyone could get in. It was not money alone that got one in, one had to be refined, wanting to help the magical world move to greatness and be charming. Harry had learned Severus could be charming when he wanted to, which understandably was not around children or rather teens and preteens. But now he had won his bet and was going to introduce Harry as the Potter of Potters, Sir Harry James Potter of House Potter. They entered a small side alley, walked to a small door and knocked. They were ushered into a small waiting room and took a seat. They did not have long to wait when a small round man clad in a tan suit straight out of Victorian times with wild hair with mutton chop sideburns and large mustache came out.

"Mr. Boardman, I am in need of a full wardrobe, as I am a growing youth I will need extension charms but not too much, once I stop growing I shall gain a more elaborate wardrobe." Harry said.

"My dear boy you need more than a wardrobe." Boardman said, "it's time for a makeover."

"I will leave him in your capable hands." Severus said.

"I wish you would let me do a makeover on you." Boardman said to Severus.

"I work with hormonal teen girls." Severus replied.

"Oh would you like me to make you ugly?" Boardman asked.

"No, I am ugly enough." Severus replied.

Harry was whisked away and found himself measured, his hair and skin carefully analyzed (he was a lucky teen boy in that he had very little skin problems) and then he was pampered and taken very good care of for a few hours. Finally he was done, he had a small wardrobe, two pairs of jeans, one pair of trainers, a pair of black school shoes and one pair of dress shoes, five tee shirts. Three pairs of school robes (this was the whole package, shirts, jumpers, slacks, robes) underthings and "going to court" dress robes. These robes consisted of navy trousers and waist coat with crisp white shirt and navy tie with long navy robes over them that buttoned with three large buttons over the chest. The Potter house crest was on the front. Harry now had contacts and, with the ritual that goblins had done, his scar was hardly there anymore. He looked more like his mother, his hair was the same, there simply was nothing that could be done about that, but it looked good as did he in an informal day robe of olive green over one of his tee shirts and jeans.

"I think we will see great things from you Sir Potter." Boardman said, "great things indeed. Oh that will be 50 galleons for the clothes, 10 for the makeover and 50 for the new trunk that has five compartments and no questions asked with tax that comes to 121 galleons"

"Thank you, this is brilliant!" Harry said grinning handing over the money."

"Come again soon!" Boardman said waving him off.

Harry walked out feeling like a new man, he was well trained in arts he should have been trained in, he was in new clothes and felt amazing. He saw Draco Malfoy and walked by, the ferret had not even recognized him! He walked through the portal to the Leaky Cauldron and used the floo to first head to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts and then took the floo to Grimmauld place. Once there he walked into the kitchen to find everyone staring at him. The twins came up to shake his hand, Hermione was impressed and Sirius grinned at him. Harry was ready for whatever came his way and no-one was going to stop him now. Ron came into the room and saw his friend, Harry expected him to explode but Ron did not.

"So what was the training?" Ron asked.

"Etiquette." Harry replied, "so many rules but I am going to enjoy using everyone."

"Good." Ron said meaning it.

"You are not upset?" Harry asked.

"No, but I do want to ask, well I mean this is a bit forward, but if you need a steward I would not mind that role. I might not study hard but that does not mean I don't know important things." Ron said, "I mean if you don't want me after what I did last year."

"Do stop or we will have a fight." Harry said, "yes you were a git, but I can forgive that, besides I need to take Malfoy down a few pegs."

"I can help with that, I am learning etiquette."

Harry smiled and took a seat, and his new manners were quickly apparent. He ate with such grace and composure those here were surprised at it. Still he managed to show that upper class manners need not be stiff and overboard. It was as if he danced with what he did and it was amazing to watch. He had to figure out how to get Voldemort's head to the goblins, but he had seven years to do so. Right now he had a trial to prepare for and it was going to be fun, so very, very fun when he beat them at their own game.

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So I am sure many are wondering why etiquette? Well etiquette as quite literally made or broken empires. It is why Marie Antoinette lost her head after all, she never fully understood French custom or etiquette. So I went the whole Harry playing politics with manners route. He will learn other things later, and yes, having Severus Snape take him to have him trained is funny, which is why I did it. BTW, do you have any idea how long it takes to learn high society etiquette? Harry had 216 days but that normally is not enough time.

Anyway, do review please!