Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

WARNING: This story wouldn't take place in the original Harry Potter timeline. It'll be in the more recent time period. There will be bashing, most likely. If you haven't picked that up yet, I don't know what to tell you

Author's Note: Hey everybody! So rewriting and rereading and all that jazz so I can get back into this story! Wooo! Hopefully an actual update will happen soon! Not much is different in this chapter. Just worded differently and whatnot. Since I'm editing, it means less A/N besides the basics!

To everyone who read Future, Present: Sadly, it's been pulled. That had to be the suckiest day ever, life just sucked on 12/15. I still have every chapter and it's elsewhere. If you want to know more and still want to read: hit me up. Email or PM or check out the Wordpress (link on profile). Should I continue writing it? I want to...

Well the edited first chapter of TCFBOFW:

The Change, Better or For Worse

Chapter One: The Black Home

"You'll be sharing with Ron," Mrs. Weasley told Harry as she shooed him up the stairs in number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry walked up the stairs and watched as the Weasley matriarch rushed toward the kitchen.

Harry sighed and continued up the stairs in the dark and gloomy home and made sure not to touch anything at all just in case. He stopped at curtains that covered part of the wall.

"You must be a portrait," he murmured to himself as he reached out to open the curtains. He opened the curtains and saw that he was correct upon seeing an older woman that looked like she was about to screech. He put his finger to his lips to signal that she should be quiet. She looked at him curiously.

"Who might you be, milady?" Harry asked the portrait quietly.

"I," the portrait said arrogantly. "Am the Lady Walburga Black and I demand to know who you are."

"Pleasure to meet you Lady Black. I am the last remaining direct descendant of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Bryant and am therefore Lord Potter-Bryant. May I inquire whether or not an Ancient and Noble house such as this has a house elf?"

"We do indeed have a house elf, Lord Potter. The current elf's name is Kreacher and shall willingly serve you per my request. May I ask Lord Potter why you are wearing such dreadful clothing?" Walburga Black asked sniffing at Harry's clothes with disdain.

"Alas Lady Black, it is upon a very large misfortune that I am wearing these rags that can no longer be called clothing. But I shall tell you more about that later, perhaps in a more private setting such as a library, surely an ancient house such as this has one." Walburga nodded her assent.

"Is there a room, milady, that I can stay in that would allow me privacy and comfort?"

"Yes there is. You may stay in my late son Regulus' room."

"I offer my condolences milady. If you could call your elf to take my things to the room it should allow me to change my attire to something more appropriate much faster," Harry gently suggested.

"Of course, of course milord. Kreacher!"Lady Black called for her elf quietly and with a pop an old, dirty, and extremely ugly elf appeared.

Upon seeing Harry, the elf began to mutter to itself, "Another one? What a messy and poor brat he is." Harry gave the elf a glare and sneer worthy of Snape.

"Kreacher!" Walburga admonished the elf. "You shall not speak to Lord Potter in such a way. You shall behave and do whatever Lord Potter-Bryant tells you. Treat him as you would your Master because for all intents and purposes he is your Master. Now take Lord Potter's things to Regulus' old room and make sure he is comfortable. Remove all of Regulus' things to make room for Lord Potter's. Now go!" Kreacher bowed to his Mistress and new master and left with Harry's things.

"Thank you Lady Black. It is much appreciated. Shall we continue our discussion later this week?"

Lady Black nodded and curtsied to Harry and her curtains closed. After a moment Harry realized he had no idea where Regulus' room was when Kreacher appeared and motioned for him to follow.

When they reached Harry's new room he was surprised to see it was actually spotless compared to the rest of the house. Seeing Harry's inquiring look, Kreacher proceeded to tell him he cleaned it to make it more comfortable for Harry and popped away. Harry walked up to his trunk and pulled out some black jeans, a button down black shirt with a small red design on the inside of the collar, a red leather jacket, and boots that complimented his outfit and his looks quite nicely.

Harry walked out of his room, looked at the walls and then approached a painting hanging on the wall. He quickly read the inscription and introduced himself to the portrait of one Cassiopeia Black. After a few moments of idle chit chat, he asked where Sirius was seeing as this was Sirius' home. The portrait told him he would find Sirius in his bedroom just down the hall and to the left. He thanked the portrait politely and knocked on Sirius' door.

He heard some grumbling and the door opened to reveal a man in his mid-thirties but looked like he had been through hell and back but looked much nicer since the last time Harry saw him.

"Wha-Harry! It's so good to see you! I didn't know you had arrived! The Order meeting just ended. Come in, come in!" Harry walked in, surveyed his surroundings and raised an eyebrow at Sirius. He had the common sense to blush.

"Rebellion from my teen years," he offered up as explanation. "How'd you find me?" Sirius asked after a moment of silence.

Harry grinned, "I asked your Great Aunt Cassiopeia. Nice lady by the way. Was she a gossiper back in the day?"

Sirius looked slightly stunned at the thought of Cassiopeia being nice but answered his godson, "Yes she was. Not that the Blacks ever gossiped. How dare you even compare it to something so peasant like." Sirius joked with Harry.

"So what exactly has the Order been doing exactly?"

"Having a whole lot of meetings, guarding an unknown weapon, and getting information from their 'spy.'"

"So a whole lot of nothing?"

"Whole lot of nothing," Sirius nodded. "I'm surprised you asked about the Order and not what Voldemort's been up to," he admitted.

"I already know what he's been doing."

"What? How? What have you been doing this summer, kid?" Harry chuckled at his godfather's surprise.

He tapped his temple. "I spend time in the maniac's head. It's kind of hard not to know what he's up to. And about my summer…I made some friends."

"Any girls?" Sirius teased. Harry blushed and avoided eye contact. "Oh! There is! Names! Give me names!"

Harry shook his head. "Kreacher!" He called the elf to distract Sirius.

"How do you know the elf?"

"He brought my stuff up to Regulus' room. I hope you don't mind that I'm staying there." He glanced at the animagus.

"Nah, you should have your own room anyway. I wouldn't share with Ron either." Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Don't think I forgot about your summer, Mister. Or the girl you're going to be telling me about."

Harry groaned as he turned to the elf that was waiting not-so-patiently. "Tell me Kreacher, why is the house so filthy? You are a house elf of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. This house should be sparkling. Do you really think your mistress would tolerate such a disgusting house? It's a disgrace. I would never tolerate such a-a-a subpar house elf. They would get clothes faster than you could blink."

Kreacher paled, which was a sight on a house elf, let me tell you. He dropped to his knees to plead with his masters. "Please no! No clothes! No clothes! Please masters, no clothes! Kreacher will clean! Kreacher will make House of Black perfect! No clothes!"

Harry smirked at the house elf. "Then you will follow my orders. This house, Kreacher, will be spotless. You will stop your incessant muttering. You will buy some fabric and make yourself a uniform. It must have the Black Crest on it. It is not me giving you clothes. You won't tell anyone anything you hear or see in this house. You will find Peter Pettigrew and bring him here. And Kreacher, don't disobey or betray me or you will regret it. Now tell me your orders." Kreacher repeated the commands reluctantly, as he looked for a loophole.

"Remember Kreacher, disobey me and I won't give you clothes. I'll send you to a Muggleborn Hufflepuff."

.

The elf shuddered at the threat but nodded his head none the less and Sirius looked shocked and slightly proud of his godson. He had questions but they could wait.

"Good. Can I use magic in this house without it being detected by the ministry?" Kreacher nodded his head again but Harry was having none of it. "You are to answer my questions honestly and aloud, unless told otherwise by myself or Sirius. You have a voice so use it. Now answer my question, Kreacher."

"Yes, Master Harry. You are able to use magic in the home of the Blacks," Kreacher croaked.

"Very good Kreacher. You may go get your supplies now." The elf disappeared with a pop.

"H-How?" Harry smirked at his godfather and answered with a simple statement of "Magic."

"Why'd you make him add the crest?" Sirius asked him.

"Well it's simple really. He works for the Blacks which an old pureblood line and he'd want to advertise that right?" Sirius nodded in understanding.

Before either one could say anything a crash and some screeching was heard from the floor below them. They rushed downstairs as Mrs. Black yelled.

"HALF BLOODS! BLOOD TRAITORS AND MUDBLOODS! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY HOME WITH YOUR FILTHY PRESENCE? HALF BR-" Mrs. Black cut off quickly when she saw Harry appear in the back of the crowd and quickly snapped her curtains shut at his disapproving glare. Everyone turned to see what caused the yelling to cease and saw Harry and Sirius standing at the back of the crowd.

"Harry!" Hermione flung herself on Harry. He stiffened and made no move to hug her back but she didn't notice or chose to ignore it. "When did you get here? Why didn't you come say hello? Where's your stuff? We'll take it to the room you're sharing with Ron. It's so good to-" She was cut off by Ron.

"Let the man breathe Hermione. He just got here we'll talk during dinner." He gently began to lead her away with a nod in Harry's direction. Harry shared a glance with Sirius and they went downstairs.

"You should sit at the head," Harry whispered harshly to Sirius as went to sit further down the table. Sirius raised in eyebrow making him look like aristocrat he was born to be. "You're head of this house, Sirius. Act like it you may just find yourself with more say in the way things are run."

They all sat down at the table with the food Mrs. Weasley made. Sirius had taken Harry's words to heart and sat at the head of the table with Harry to his left and Tonks to his right without really thinking about it. Lupin sat next to Tonks and the Weasley twins sat next to Harry, with George closest to him. Next to the twins sat Arthur with a seat saved next to him for Molly. Next to Lupin were Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Bill and Mundungus sat in the two available seats. No one really questioned the seating arrangements except for Hermione, who gave them a questioning look when she saw Harry sitting closer to the twins than her and Ron.

"How did the muggles treat you this summer, Harry?" Ginny asked Harry with a smile in his direction.

Harry shrugged, "Fine. We had an agreement this summer."

"What type of agreement?" Hermione asked.

Harry rolled his eyes but shrugged yet again, "Just an agreement."

"Harry," Hermione said sternly.

"So Hermione how was your summer? I really didn't find out much from your letters," Harry asked her nonchalantly, throwing in the subtle dig just for his amusement.

"Harry I really wanted to tell you everything but Professor Dumbledore-"

"Yeah mate," Ron injected. "We had to swear we wouldn't tell you anything."

Harry held up his hand to silence them, noticing how quiet the room got when he had asked Hermione about her summer. "We'll discuss this some other time. I want to enjoy my meal right now." And he went back to eating. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all gaped at him along with some others while the twins, Sirius, and Tonks had to smother laughter at their faces.

"Sirius? You don't normally sit there, why are you sitting there now?" Hermione asked Sirius, getting over her shock and sending a quick glare at Harry, that he ignored of course.

"Because I can," Sirius answered her vaguely. This wasn't good enough for Hermione so she asked, "But why?"

"Do you have a problem with it?" Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but-" Hermione was cut off by George, surprisingly.

"He's sitting there. Hermione, because that's where the head of a family sits, and Sirius is the head of his family, and beside him are his closest family members, including his heir. Does the muggle world not have the same seating arrangement?" George told the dumbstruck muggleborn, showing his knowledge of pureblood etiquette. Even if they were blood traitors, this was something their Great Aunt Muriel drilled into their brains, including table manners; manners you wouldn't know they had watching Ron eat. It all seemed to go into one ear and out the other with Ron.

"It's only the same at formal events in the muggle world, George," Harry said. "It only happens at upper class dinner parties, but in informal gatherings everyone sits where they want although the head of house does usually gravitate for the head of the table." George nodded at Harry and Arthur looked positively excited to learn something about the muggle world that was similar to the wizarding world.

"You'd know all about dinner parties and formal events eh, Potter?" Mudungus asked.

"You obviously don't," Harry said eyeing Dung's clothes with distaste. "Fletcher is it?" At Dung's nod he continued. "I suggest you put that goblet, knife, and flask that's in your front left pocket onto the table and anything else you plan on taking from this house."

"What are you talking about Potter? I ain't got nuttin'," Dung defended himself.

"Yes you do. Please do as I said because if you leave this house with anything belonging to the Black family and you weren't given express permission from Sirius or me then the wards will activate and you may find yourself in a spot of trouble. I heard the wards are pretty nasty around this house, you may just end up missing body parts. I also think you should find anything else you may haven taken." Dung nervously pulled several things from his pockets and placed them on the table.

Harry nodded at him. "And I ever find out that you try to steal anything from this house again, the wards will be the least of your problems." Harry's voice dropped down to a deadly whisper that was easily heard in the silence of the room. "Remember Fletcher, I'm a very powerful and influential person, I can make it so don't exist anymore." A few people gasped, Hermione and Molly being one of them.

"Are you threatening me Potter?" Fletcher asked, trying to put up a brave front but he was actually shaking. "What are you gonna do kill me?"

"No you'll be very much alive. Mudungus Fletcher will just cease to exist. There will be absolutely no record of you, meaning you won't have access to any house, since you know, you don't exist to be keyed into wards and such." Harry stood up and as he was walking by Dung he stopped and said. "It wasn't a threat by the way, it was a promise. And you should know, I don't make promises I can't keep." Harry left a scared and trembling Mudungus Fletcher, a proud and slightly amused Sirius, Tonks, and Remus, a confused Arthur and Ron, an expressionless Bill, a shocked Fred and George, and an angry Hermione, Ginny and Molly.

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

After getting over the shock, the two youngest Weasleys and an irate Hermione Granger went upstairs to the room they thought Harry was sharing with Ron, so Hermione and Ginny could rip him a new one. When they got to the room, Hermione was about to begin ranting about how irresponsible Harry was being when they heard a chuckle from behind them. They turned and saw a portrait of Professor Phineas Nigellus Black.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked the portrait. Phineas immediately stopped chuckling.

"Did you really think he was going to come here and share a room with you? He does know you better than you may think," the former Headmaster said.

"And you know where he is?" Hermione asked the portrait calmly.

"Of course I do, mudblood. The portraits know everything that goes on in the Noble and Ancient House of Black," he sneered at her.

"Don't you call her that! Now tell us where Harry is. We want to speak with him," Ginny yelled at the portrait. Phineas' eyes hardened and became cold as he glared at the Weasley girl.

"How dare you try to command me, Phineas Nigellus Black! You are worth nothing in this house little girl. You have no right to try to command me! Only the lord and heir of this house can command me. If I wanted it, I could prevent you from entering any room in this house and force you to sleep on the hallway floor if I wished. So I suggest you shut your mouth before I shut it for you."

"Don't speak to her like that!" Ron shouted when the door banged into the wall.

"What is going on in here?" Molly yelled.

"Mum! He called Hermione a mudblood!"

"Mrs. Weasley, he won't tell us where Harry is!"

"Mum! He was being rude to Ginny!" Somehow Molly heard everything that the three started yelling and she responded by yelling. It became complete chaos as the four occupants started yelling, which awoke Mrs. Black's portrait, and began bringing other people into the room that joined into the chaos.

"ENOUGH!" Harry yelled as he came upon the disorder in Ron's room. Everyone immediately became quiet. "Will someone tell me what's going on?" He said as Sirius walked up behind him.

Ron immediately jumped in. "The portrait called Hermione a mudblood and called Ginny worthless."

"And he wouldn't tell us where you were!" Ginny added.

"Why would you need to know where I was?" Harry asked.

"That's irrelevant," Hermione said quickly.

"Well obviously it's not if Ginny thought it was important enough to add to the conversation." Harry said coolly.

"He called Ginny worthless and Hermione a mudblood and that's all you have to say? Why did we want to know where you were? We're your friends Harry and we wanted to talk to you." Ron said angrily. Harry turned to Phineas.

"Professor Black, did you call Hermione a mudblood and Ginny worthless?" Harry asked the former Head of the Blacks.

"Yes I did," He answered simply. A few people muttered angrily. Harry put his hand up silencing them.

"May I know why?"

"The Granger girl wanted to know where you were when she has no right to know-"

"No right? I have a right to know where my best friend is!" Hermione retorted.

"Be quiet, Hermione! This goes for everyone, if I get any more interruptions I will walk away from you all and let you deal with the mess you started. Please continue, Professor."

Black glared at Hermione. "Well as I was saying, she had no right to know and when I refused the blood traitor girl decided to try to command me to tell your whereabouts. I told them that I only answered to the Lord and Heir of the House of Black. I request that the Weasley brat is moved out of my room tonight."

"Thank you for your help, Professor. He will be moved immediately," Harry thanked the portrait.

"No thank you, Lord Potter. You have done this house a great service and should you ever need assistance anything in this house will grant you it," the professor smirked and left his portrait to inform the others that the true Heir has returned and to confirm the rumors among the portraits since he had placated Walburga when he arrived.

Harry turned to the rest of the room. "You heard the man! Out of this room! Ron, grab your stuff, your being moved. To where you're being moved to will be up to…" he looked around and smirked. "Where you're moved to will be up the twins," he finished and turned on his heel to leave when he caught a glimpse of the identical smirks. Harry grinned and walked away with Sirius close behind. They both smiled when they heard the twins, "Let's go Ronniekins. We know just the place for you."

Review!

Edited on: 1/4/14