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Chapter 10 : Harry James Potter
Harry sighed in relief as the searing pain from the basilisk's venom dissipated, his body adapting to it thanks to the phoenix tears. He glanced at the massive serpent’s lifeless form, feeling nothing. In his previous lives, he had mourned the necessity of killing such a magnificent creature, but he was no longer a naive twelve-year-old boy. Now, as he looked upon the basilisk, he saw only the wealth its body promised: gold from its venom and the superior armor he could commission from its hide.
Surveying the chamber, Harry used both magic and psychic powers to search for any hidden entrances or secret rooms. His magical senses revealed multiple passageways leading to other parts of the castle, but none seemed significant. After five minutes of meticulous exploration, he concluded that whatever Lady Death had implied could not be found without first acquiring the lordship. Even with his vast magical knowledge and psychic abilities, he came up empty-handed.
The only place left for Harry to look was the hole through which the basilisk came. Harry moved cautiously through the chamber, his eyes scanning the eerie, looming shadows that danced across the walls. He accessed his memory cache and tried to go over Tom Riddle’s memory of the Chamber of Secrets. The result was unsatisfactory. The only knowledge gained was of seven rituals to enhance the body. Harry was intrigued by the rituals Tom had learned from books in the chamber, but accessing Death’s gift was more important for now.
Harry entered the hole through which the basilisk came and waved his wand, creating a brilliant orb of light. The light floated upwards, illuminating the large hall, but there was nothing except the runes of heat and comfort embedded in the walls and floor. He used his senses and eventually felt something near a distant wall. Moving closer, he used telekinesis to probe the wall and its other side. There was something there, but despite various attempts—ranging from magical spells to brute telekinetic force—nothing was effective in opening it. After ten minutes of effort, he sighed in defeat and decided he needed to speak with Salazar Slytherin immediately. There was only one way to make that possible: the Resurrection Stone.
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Harry looked at the dilapidated shack of the Gaunts. From his countless lives, and now from the memories of Voldemort, dismantling the wards would have been easy, but it wasn’t even necessary since he already knew the Parseltongue passphrase from those memories.
"I am Lord Gaunt. Open," Harry hissed, smirking at the arrogance of a bastard who mutilated his soul and lost any right to be a Lord of any Magical Family before he was even an adult.
The door creaked open, revealing the shack’s decrepit interior. Without hesitation, Harry strode inside and, with a flick of his hand, telekinetically ripped up the floorboards, exposing a small box beneath. A wave of his wand disarmed the protective enchantments surrounding it. With a single thought, he opened the box.
Immediately, whispers assaulted Harry’s Occlumency defenses like honey dripping into his mind, but he ignored them completely. He saw the stone with the Deathly Hallows symbol and, with a thought, separated the stone from the ring housing the Horcrux. He fired a Killing Curse at the ring, and the soul fragment was forcibly separated. Surprisingly, the fragment did not disperse into limbo but flew away from the shack with a pained yell.
Harry held the stone and rotated it three times, calling upon Salazar Slytherin.
Salazar Slytherin’s pale figure appeared regally before him, his features sharp and his eyes cold and calculating. His long robes flowed around him, and his silver-green eyes glinted with a fierce intelligence that was evident even in this spectral form.
"So," Salazar’s voice was low and smooth, like the hissing of a snake. "Who dares summon me from beyond the veil?" Salazar looked at the form of a child standing before him. With a glance at the green eyes, he immediately recognized the form as false. "How curious. Who are you?" His eyes narrowed, assessing and piercing through Harry as if judging every fiber of his being. "What is it you want, Summoner?"
Harry scrutinized the flickering form and decided to get straight to the point. In Parseltongue, he replied, "I am Harry James Potter. I have called you to ask what you know about the Peverell Lordship and what you have hidden in the Chamber of Secrets for your mistress."
Salazar’s haughty expression immediately faltered at the question.
"You speak my family’s language and claim your name is Potter. You hold the second Hallow and still ask how the Peverell lordship is acquired? There is only one being who could have informed you of the hidden treasure in the chamber." Salazar’s curiosity was piqued by the boy standing before him.
"Yes, she informed me about it. So, what is it?" Harry inquired.
"I am a descendant of the second brother and a son of House Peverell. The Lord Peverell of my time trained me in the arcane arts. He was the last Lord Peverell, a descendant of the third brother. After traveling to some distant place, he returned with a trapped creature resembling black goo. He informed me that the creature was bound to the god of the abyss. To free it from its influence, he would perform a ritual gifted by his patron, Lady Death—a ritual that would take centuries to complete and ultimately store the creature for the future. Both of us enacted the ritual in the chamber, and he hid the creature behind Peverell magic. He informed me that only someone who united the three Hallows would become the next Lord Peverell. I was allowed to study the creature for a time and, as a result, was even able to improve the base ritual of adaptation to a superior quality." Salazar finished.
Harry almost facepalmed at the realization of what he had overlooked. He immediately understood which creature had been cleansed and how it could help him develop his body even after mastering the Deathly Hallows and acquiring the mantle of the Master of Death.
"That is very good information," Harry said with a measure of respect. "Thank you, Salazar. It is time for you to return to your rest."
Harry laughed. "Oh, you don’t need to worry. The basilisk is already dead by my hands, and I know where the rest of the Hallows are."
For a moment, Salazar looked surprised before a smirk graced his face.
"Then I wish you good fortune in your plans. I will be watching what my descendant achieves," Salazar said.
Harry nodded and dismissed the magic of the stone. Salazar vanished immediately.
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Harry sat deep in thought as he ate the food from the Leaky Cauldron in his rented room. He knew the locations of the Hallows, but stealing them now was a risk he was not willing to take. The cloak would eventually be returned to him during his first year at Hogwarts, usually by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. From his experience, some versions of Dumbledore returned the cloak out of duty and magnanimity, while others did so to manipulate him. Why ever it is, Cloak will be returned to him in first year.
He glanced around the rented room and snorted. While he had long grown indifferent to luxury, he knew this room wasn’t a viable base of operations. He needed something permanent. Records indicated that Potter Manor had been destroyed during Death Eater attacks, leaving him with few options. The Black family houses came to mind, but as he wasn’t officially a member of the Black family, access would be impossible.
Freeing Sirius Black, Harry decided, would be one of his first steps. To achieve that, he would need to contact Lord Arcturus Black. After finishing his meal, Harry penned a letter and sent it with an owl. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to purchase Hedwig yet, as she hadn’t appeared in the Magical Menagerie’s sales section.
Lord Arcturus Black,
I have come across critical information regarding Sirius Black and the illegal imprisonment he faces in Azkaban. I wish to discuss how this grievous insult, not just to me but to the esteemed House of Black, can be addressed.
Please inform me of a suitable time and place for a meeting.
Heir Harry James Potter
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2 days later.
Harry groaned in pain as he woke up within the ritual circle in the Chamber of Secrets. He had just completed the Ritual of Adaptation, a fundamental ritual that allowed a wizard’s body to accept changes without the magic rejecting them as foreign. This base ritual had been enhanced by Salazar Slytherin himself, after studying creatures captured by the last Lord Peverell.
Sitting up, Harry performed a quick body scan. The changes were evident: his innate ability to allocate magic throughout his body had been further refined. He grinned, realizing this marked the first step on his official path to power.
Occluding the lingering pain, Harry rose and decided his next task: inspecting the ruins of Potter Manor.
Standing before the destroyed manor, Harry felt nothing. His grudge against Voldemort seemed insignificant compared to his enmity with the Mad Titan. As he ventured across the ruins, he extended both his magical and psychic senses. At first, he detected nothing. However, as he delved deeper into the rubble at the back, his magic brushed against a ward—a blood ward.
With a flick of his hand, Harry cleared a path through the debris. At the revealed spot, he made a small psychic cut on his palm and allowed his blood to fall onto the stone floor. The air buzzed with rising magic as the stone floor shimmered and vanished, revealing a staircase leading downwards.
He conjured a glowing white orb of light, illuminating the staircase as he descended into the hidden chamber. The room was sparse, its stone walls damp and cold, with a modest pile of galleons gleaming in one corner. At the center stood a stone dais, and above it floated a book, radiating a faint, golden aura.
Harry’s eyes widened, and a triumphant grin spread across his face as he recognized the Potter family crest embossed on its cover. It was the Potter family grimoire—the culmination of a millennium of magical innovation and the collective knowledge of brilliant wizards and witches who bore the Potter name.
Despite his vast knowledge, Harry felt a familiar hum of humility. No matter how much one learned, magic was infinite —always holding something more powerful, more mysterious, and more terrifying beyond reach.
He looked around the room and his eyes locked on some metal rods lying in corner. He summoned them and with a basic scan, he recognised the metal. He grinned in clear wonder at the vibranium and mithril rods in his hands.
‘Well, my plan to visit Wakanda will be easy.’ Harry thought.
He knew only the family grimoire will have the answer to how this wonderous metals came to be here and opened the grimoire.
He felt the magic scanning his own, there was grumble of slight annoyance as it felt other magic on him, but ultimately the book accepted the last Potter.
He used a nifty little spell to check mentions of vibranium and the book flipped the pages towards almost to the end of the book. There was an entry by Charlus Potter, his grandfather.
"Today, my friends Howard Stark, Arcturus Black, and Diana were visited by a delegation from Wakanda. They presented us with a sample of a metal called vibranium. Diana declined the gift, but Howard took one rod, and I won the second in a bet with Arcturus. I’m not sure how a wizard could use such a metal, but it is fascinating."
“Thank you, Grandfather,” Harry murmured with a grin. This was indeed a valuable gift.
Searching the grimoire again, Harry found no mention of mithril. Regardless, he decided to take everything and stored it all in his ever-present expandable trunk.
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Artcurus black
The Black castle.
“Master, a letter has arrived for you,” Mipsy, the head house-elf, informed Lord Arcturus Black.
Arcturus, who had lived in isolation since the death of his wife, raised an eyebrow. “I receive hundreds of letters daily. Why does this one merit your attention?”
“It’s from Mistress Dorea’s grandson. He wishes to discuss about Master Sirius,” Mipsy replied with a bow.
Arcturus snorted. “Burn it, Mipsy. If the Potter brat truly discovered something, he’d run to that old goat Dumbledore, not me. This must be a forgery.”
“As you wish, Master,” Mipsy said, disappearing with a crack.
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5 days later
Harry had been growing increasingly irritated over the past five days as he waited for a reply from Lord Black. The only thing keeping him grounded was his immersion in the Potter family grimoire, which offered invaluable insights into magic. Time, however, was slipping through his fingers.
With only a short window left before his first year at Hogwarts, Harry knew he had far too many tasks to accomplish. He needed to recover important artifacts, verify critical information to see whether his own knowledge is correct or not, and recruit allies for the wars to come. Time was precious, and by the fifth day, it had become abundantly clear that the old geezer had likely ignored his letter.
Harry then and there decided to pay a personal visit to the Black Castle. Normally the location of Black Castle was hidden, but luckily for him, among the memories of Lord Voldemort, he found the location, a place Voldemort only visited once, trying to recruit Arcturus black.
Harry appeared outside the wards of Black Castle. His senses screamed in danger as the wards tried to sense the magic around him.
Harry tried to sense the knocking function that all typical family wards have. After two minutes of searching, he snarled in irritation as there was no knocking function in the Black wards.
"Typical Black family dramatics," Harry whispered. "Hard way it is."
He moved ten steps backward, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as he gathered his power, both magical and telekinetic. After one minute, he opened his eyes, and his green irises glowed with suppressed power. He raised his hands to channel the gathered energy. A grey orb of magical power, along with enough kinetic force to tear apart titanium, impacted the wards of Black Castle in seconds. The orb was not visible after it left Harry’s hands because of the speed. The only visible thing was a haze as the air rippled with the compressed power.
With a crack that would compete with any thunder and lightning, the power crashed into the wards. The Black wards rippled and became visible as they changed colors, ward after ward failing continuously to hold back the power. Harry knew that, even as a Magical Lord, he wouldn't have enough juice to overpower ancient wards like these, but the raw telekinetic power was a game changer. The visible magic started to crack when, suddenly, Harry felt a sudden magical buildup from the castle. Immediately, the wards strengthened.
"Well, I guess you are home after all, Lord Black, and now I have your attention," Harry said with a smirk.
"Atlas shield. Now!" Harry's third thought stream, Passive Defense and Offense Planning (PDOP), warned him.
"That you have, you foolish facestealer," a voice said from behind him, and a Dark curse shattered against the shield raised by Harry.
Harry was impressed, as he hadn’t even sensed Lord Black apparating with his general senses. Only the enhanced senses and advanced processing helped him avoid severe pain.
"Well, you should have responded to my polite letter, Lord Black. After all, I am your beloved sister's grandson and the godchild of your own heir and grandson, Sirius Black," Harry said, dodging another two curses and flashing the Potter heir ring.
Lord Black immediately stopped firing Dark curses as his eyes widened in surprise. He looked at the supposed ten-year-old boy and then toward the recuperating wards behind him.
"How? You’re supposed to be 10," Lord Black exclaimed in awe and fear. He had seen three Magical Lords and even Gods fighting. He could see that his sister's grandson could already almost match the first ones.
"Do we have to have the talk here? I’m almost sure someone would have noticed this magical outburst and come to see what’s going on. After all, you used the ley line to immediately power the damaged wards against it, naturally recharging over a period of time. My own use of power would attract some attention."
Arcturus sighed in tiredness before nodding in acceptance.
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“That is very good tea. Thank you, and my compliments, Mipsy,” Harry said, looking at the corner of the room where, even for Lord Black, there was only a blank wall.
Lord Black tried to feel out his elf, and even with their bond, it was hard to locate the elf.
“Enough of the unimportant things, boy. What do you want with me, and how is this possible? You are supposed to be under the old goatlovers’ care and protection. It seems that at least he trained you, which was usually not possible for children.”
Harry scoffed hearing that.
“Albus Dumbledore had nothing to do with my training, but I can’t lie that he played a major part in me becoming what I am today. But the 'how' is not important. According to my grandfather’s words in the grimoire, you fought alongside a muggle supersoldier, scientist, and even a demi-god, and you still wonder about my own ability? Anything is possible with magic when prophecy and fate are involved. Tom Riddle stupidly thought he would kill his equal when he pointed his wand at a one-year-old, not knowing the trap my mother laid out for him, along with how he himself was marking me as his equal.” Harry ended with a careless shrug.
Arcturus snorted. “Well, he was always short-tempered and foolish when it came to his opponents who were lesser than him. But I don’t think even Riddle was as powerful as you are now when he was ten”
Harry just smiled at that and remained quiet.
Arcturus, knowing no more answers were coming, sighed before asking, “What is it you want, and what is this about Sirius?”
Harry’s eyes widened for a moment, and he snapped. “I always thought you actually didn’t care about your grandson. It’s surprising that you never bothered to check about him to know, he wasn’t even given a trial, and more surprising that you believe, he actually betrayed my parents.”
Arcturus looked stricken for a moment, and then oppressive magic was unleashed as the rage was ignited in the old man.
“What?” Lord Black hissed. “Sirius was not given a trial? A Black was incarcerated when he was innocent? They dared imprison my grandson? They dared treat a Black like this when we have treated laws like our playthings for millennia and broken far more than any other? They never even dared to charge us and they now presume to punish even without a trial?”
Harry could see the old man, who had been waiting for his death, was finally changed back to the same one who fought against Hydra and Gellert Grindelwald. Even Harry, who had seen madness and even suffered from it for many years due to the torture that was his existence, was a little impressed by the famed Black Madness glinting in Arcturus’s face.
“Yes, it seems everyone wants my godfather out of the picture. Dumbledore, probably because he can place me with my magic-hating Muggle relatives for the blood wards and the protection my mother left behind; Malfoy, for getting his hands on Black family resources through Draco; and apparently you, because you want to wait for Lady Death to claim you, forgetting your position and responsibility bestowed on you as Lord Black.” Harry said with a shrug.
“Enough,” Lord Black snapped. “You dare condemn me in my own home? You, the ten-year-old grandson of my dear sister, dare disrespect your elder in his own family home? You dare…. ” Arcturus suddenly stopped as pressure enveloped the entire room. And for the third time in his life, he froze as his magic disobeyed his will in fear. His eyes widened as the depleted wards tried to protect their master and Lord, but a shield, which barely contained magic, protected Harry.
Arcturus forgot he was in front of a Magical Lord, the beloveds of Lady Magic herself. Whatever doubt he had of Harry’s power level was eliminated in his mind. Lord Black further paled as he saw Harry waving his wand, causing the Black wards to immediately stop attacking him.
‘Impossible.’ Arcturus’s mind echoed.
“Lord Black, I only came here to have you do this thing for me because I have other, more important things to accomplish outside the country. It would be convenient for me, that’s all. Do not inconvenience me enough that I will send you to the embrace of Lady Death, the one you’ve craved ever since your beloved wife’s death and the destruction of your house under your leadership. It would only take me a night to infiltrate Azkaban, free my godfather, and make him claim the lordship, using it for my own purposes. This was just a courtesy visit from me, on behalf of my grandparents' relationship with you.” Harry said with sheer indifference. Arcturus could see that the child infront of him was not bluffing too.
“Now, I will ask you one more time: do you want to visit Lady Melania with House Black and its members at the top of the world, or with it broken and her grandson incarcerated in hell on earth? Make your choice now,” Harry said, his eyes dimming as he reined in his powers.
Lord Black immediately panted as the pressure decreased. His own mind opened three new thought streams to think through the insanity that was the boy. The thoughts ran through his enhanced mind faster than the speed of sound:
‘Fourth Magical Lord is born for British people in the last 2 centuries. Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the 1800s, Tom Riddle and Harry Potter for the 1900s.’
‘The eyes never lie, and his eyes had seen death, war, and cruelty far too much for a regular ten-year-old. How? Time travel? Alternate dimensions? Anything is possible with those favored by Lady Magic. Whatever it is, I will not be informed as of now. Magic really loves them so much that it is unfair for the rest of the normal people. He made the wards believe that he meant no harm to me, with my own acknowledgment of him as a son of House Black, or whatever his relation to my heir is when he was thinking of sending me to Lady Death...’
And suddenly, his entire thought process came to a halt with one word echoing through his mind:
Lady Death?
And his occulumency provided the answer: a curious warning in the Black Grimoire written a long time ago.
“We, The Blacks, have danced with magic, death, and madness so much. We have conquered lands, placed kings at our behest, been kings ourselves, and even had a term established by the mundane for threatening someone, ‘blackmail.’ But one family we have never danced with is the Peverells, the followers of Lady Death. The only insane people who use the name of the entity casually in the wizarding world.”
Arcturus looked at the boy again, and he understood how the boy could be so powerful already. The Peverells were always a mysterious bunch, and just more... It would explain the power level of the boy in front of him. Somehow, The Boy was a Peverell and indulged in soul magic and sent his soul backwards in time..
Arcturus came to a decision.
“Heir Potter, don’t think you cowed me because you were born lucky to be blessed by magic. I will do things because House Black has been slighted by lesser wizards, and I will have my vengeance. Also, stop using Lady Death when threatening others, since you are clever enough to hide your status as a heir or son of House Peverell. Even now, the wizarding world remembers a Peverell Sorcerer Supreme siding with the Muggle sorcerers and conquering the wizarding world for making it under the aegis of the mantle Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar Taj.” Arcturus said with a smirk, and he got immediate satisfaction as he saw a slight widening of the boy’s eyes in surprise.
Harry nodded, since he didn’t want to reveal his hand so quickly to anyone in the wizarding world after the warning from the Goblin account manager.
“It is surprising that you retain the stories that appear to be legends from the past,” Harry said. “Anyway, notoriety or even being world-famous is not something new for me. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter to me whether the world knows I am a son of House Peverell. It just means I have to be more forceful to accomplish what I want, when they could be easily fooled with honey.”
“And what do you want?” Arcturus asked. “I can see you are already a fully matured magical lord. The last one from these isles convinced purebloods to slaughter entire pureblood families in the name of pureblood supremacy. The one before that made the world itself tremble, and another one stopped him and used soft power to influence the world. House Black lost much from these lords, and I will not allow another to use House Black again. I will not allow you to use Sirius’s love for you and exploit our resources for something that I won’t believe in.” Arcturus said with conviction.
“I want many things, Lord Black. The most important thing is power to protect this world from aliens. There are empires out there, and we have been their playthings before. Only the protection of the All Father and the distance make us a waste of resources for them. That is going to change in the near future,” Harry said passionately, along with his trust-me aura.
“Aliens?” Arcturus scoffed in derision.
“Lord Black, you know of Greek Gods, the Asgardians, and of course the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One who protects this world from other dimensions and magical threats. Why shouldn’t there be aliens as well?” Harry immediately rebutted, smirking as he saw the snarl of rage on Arcturus’s face at the mention of the Muggle immortal sorceress.
Harry knew that all wizards harbored a hatred towards those who borrowed magic or manipulated the magics of others. The rage was intensified when the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme commanded the wizarding world, even though it was only the impossible combination of a magical lord and a sorcerer that made it possible. The Peverell SS (Sorcerer Supreme) had forced every king, wizard family head, and leader to swear an oath of fealty to the mantle in matters of dimensional magic, borrowed magic, and the protection of Earth from magical threats. Only the destruction of kings, the extinction of families, and the birth of new wizards blessed by Lady Magic had made the oath of fealty a contested matter in modern times.
“And you think you are the one destined to protect this world from extraterrestrial beings?” Lord Black asked, his voice full of skepticism. “The previous Lord couldn’t even conquer Britain, and the one before that was defeated, his entire movement destroyed. History has shown that every attempt to rule the wizarding world fails.”
“You are thinking too small, Lord Black. For the survival of this planet, I plan to rule both the muggle and wizarding world.” Harry replied without any bit of doubt.
For a moment, Lord Black’s face showed astonishment before Occlumency cleared it away.
“So, you prove to be the same as the Peverells of old,” Black sneered. “Indulging in the slaughter of thousands for your mysterious goals.”
“Maybe,” Harry shrugged. “I’ve learned that love from the masses is more helpful than fear, but the ideal combination is a mix of both. Money has become a power in the Muggle world, and business empires rule many places. I will be one of them. In fact, I have to thank you for making my path easier in that regard by gifting the Stark share to my grandmother. Do you know how much wealth has been created by that alone?”
Arcturus snorted. “What use does a wizard like me have for Muggle money? But I can see your plans now. Us Blacks have followed this path for millennia and become experts in it. I will support you for now and not disinherit Sirius.”
“That is very good,” Harry said. “I will hand over Peter Pettigrew, a rat Animagus, and the real secret keeper of my parents. He set up Sirius when he confronted him in front of the Muggles. You can hand him over to the DMLE or Wizengamot to prove Sirius’s innocence.” Harry’s tone was thick with visceral hate and rage.
“No. I will not do that,” Arcturus replied immediately.
Harry was bewildered. “What?”
“Sirius has never faced a trial. He was kidnapped by the Ministry. My heir has been mistreated, and I will ruin everyone who played a part in it. The lesser wizards think House Black has declined, that we are weak. I will break Sirius out of Azkaban, and then I’ll make my move in the Wizengamot. There will be no trial for Sirius, as it is time-barred.”
Harry thought for a moment and nodded. “It would actually be good if Sirius isn’t under Ministry control. Accidents can happen.”
“What’s your plan to break Sirius out?” Harry asked.
“Oh, it’s very easy,” Arcturus said with a smug grin. “I am a Baron of Wizarding Britain. A title bestowed only upon me and your grandfather for protecting our land from the Dark Lord. I have all the rights to visit any official building under the nominal control of the Wizengamot, including Azkaban. I’ll visit and simply walk out with Sirius, as there will be no documents of his punishment there.”
Harry stared at the madman in disbelief. “This is insane. You think you’ll be allowed to walk out of the prison just like that?”
“Oh, there’ll be some fighting, of course, but it’s been some time since I’ve fought. I’m looking forward to it,” Arcturus said with a manic grin.
Harry scoffed. “You’ll get Sirius killed. I can see you won’t consider any other method. Let me come in disguise to make sure Sirius survives.”
Lord Black hesitated for a moment before nodding in acceptance.
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Next day
Azkaban
Warden Parkinson sighed in absolute relief as the chill and terror of the Dementor's aura vanished the moment he entered his warded office. One side of the wall was covered in prisoner documents, and the other displayed records of the rounds of Auror guards. He had pissed off Amelia Bones for doing something for Lord Malfoy and had ended up with this position. In a way, it was a blessing—he could always relax in his office without doing any heavy work. He poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey.
It was then that one of the guards knocked on the door.
“Enter,” the Warden said.
The guard stepped in, followed by two people. One was clearly a prominent lord—Parkinson could tell just by the robes and posture of the older man. The other was hidden behind some sort of obscurity charm, but Parkinson could tell from his demeanor that he was a guard for the first man. He studied the face and the grey eyes, and his occlumency supplied a name for the old man, which made him dread that had nothing to do with dementors; Black.
“I am Warden Parkinson, Head of Azkaban,” Parkinson said, “Who are you, and under whose authorization are you here? Otherwise, you will be detained and questioned by the DMLE.”
The Old man just smirked before answering.
“It seems the younger generation has forgotten me. I am Baron Arcturus Black,” Lord Black said, flashing his lordship ring for a second.
Parkinson’s eyes widened as he registered the title of the person standing before him—a man who had been out of the public eye for over a decade.
Greetings, Lord Black. Parknison said as he stood from his chair and offered the seat infront of his desk to Lord Black. The auror guard moved to the side same as Lord Black’s guard.
Lord Black took the offered seat.
“What brings you here, Lord Black? If it is to meet your relatives here, you need to make appointment before and the permission of DMLE director Amelia Bones.” Parkinson said and he offered a glass of Fire-whiskey to Lord Black and took a sip from his own glass.
“No, Warden,” Lord Black replied with a dismissive wave. “I’m not here to meet the fools who were branded like cattle by a half-blood bastard son of a Muggle.” Parkinson nearly spat out his drink at that comment, and he could hear the sound of disbelief coming from the back of the room.
Parkinson coughed, trying to recover. “What?”
“Oh? I am not here to discuss about that bastard, I’m a Baron of Wizarding Britain. In fact, I’m the last one alive after the death of my brother-in-law, Lord Charlus Potter. I was settling my affairs and need the official judgment from my grandson and heir, Sirius Black’s trial, in order to finally disinherit him and appoint a new heir. Going to the Ministry is such a hassle. Why should I waste my time and show my presence to the public when I can inspect any Ministry organization at any time due to my status? So here I am.” Lord Black’s smug grin widened.
Parkinson was astonished. “Sirius is still heir to the Black estate? I thought he was disinherited when he ran off to the Potters. Isn’t Draco Malfoy the heir apparent now?” Parkinson inquired, turning to his brother, Lord Parkinson.
“Oh? Does the French peacock want to be Lord Black alongside Lord Malfoy too?” Lord Black said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Thank you for informing me. That cow, Sirius’s mother, may have blasted his name from the family tapestry, but I am the Lord of Black. Why should I disinherit him when he went to stay with my brother-in-all-but-blood, Charlus and my own sister, Dorea Black?” Lord Black grinned as he could already imagine the news spreading throughout pureblood circles. It would be delightful to see Lucius Malfoy scrambling to compensate for what he had acquired by using Draco as the heir to Black.
Parkinson nodded, looking at the Auror rookie standing by. “Look at the B’s in the rack. Sirius’s file should be there.”
The rookie nodded and, within minutes, found the relevant document and handed it to the Warden.
Parkinson was surprised to see how lightweight the file was. Shrugging, he opened it to examine the trial script and judgment. His face paled as his mind processed the details.
“Sirius Black. Date of Arrest: 04-11-1991. To be held until called for trial.”
Parkinson looked up at Lord Black, and finally, he realized that the Baron knew the truth.
“Ah, finally you see the problem,” Lord Black said, and Parkinson tensed at the change in tone—there was no smugness, only cold rage and hatred. “My grandson and heir has been illegally kidnapped by the Ministry of Magic. His trial period expired a month after his arrest. You have two options now. One, you can escort me to his cell, and I’ll collect him and leave with the heir of the ancient and most noble House of Black. The second, you and three rookie guards can protest, and I’ll kill you where you stand and walk away with my grandson.”
The rookie Auror snorted at the threat and whispered, “Foolish old man.”
Lord Black immediately turned his gaze toward the rookie. He could see the young man had just graduated from Hogwarts.
“Oh? Young man, I know that the history class in Hogwarts is abysmal, especially with that ghost teaching, but you should learn recent history,” Lord Black said, his eyes narrowing. He pointed to his forehead. “This scar was gifted to me by the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald when we crossed wands in the Great War. I survived that duel, and you think four snot-nosed boys like you could stop me?” He finished with a laugh.
Parkinson immediately stood up, snapping, “Enough! Baron Black, come. Let me escort you to his cell. I don’t want to cross wands with you or your guard.” He looked at the guard on the other side of the room.
The rookie immediately looked away, realizing too late that there was another guard.
“Warden,” the rookie started, but Parkinson silenced him with a harsh glare. It was as if the rookie had been frozen in place.
Parkinson gave his orders through Legilimency.
“Go to the DMLE and inform Amelia Bones. Come back with the trial scripts and receipts, if they exist.”
The rookie dashed to the Apparition point as soon as Parkinson left with Lord Black.
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Authors Note: Finally.. it is finished.. the chapter flowed when there was dialogues. Was going to add amelia scene but if I start the chapter will be 10k and will take longer to publish…
Comments
the batman
Cap and diana thing is not decided... maybe i will go that route.. Darkseid is dangerous than normal thanos... Cosmic beings will not clash as of now... because at the end presence and one above all was one and same... Also i have not planned about various cosmic entities....
TyrantGod
Can you answer the Cap America & Wonder Woman query? Or is it a spoiler? Is Thanos still the most dangerous, shouldn’t Darkseid be a bigger threat? Wouldn’t some of DC’s cosmic beings clash with Marvel and also have similarities? Are they merged or different?
the batman
ohh?? u r correct... it should be howard.... my mistake..... on marvel side: mcu timeline+ mutants+ FF.... powerscale: majority comics level.... well this was the nov update.. so one more chapter will be in dec.... as of now my main fic and most popular is ADS.... so multiple chapters /month will be ads... for GLH i will try to increase the word count per chap...
TyrantGod
Shouldn’t it be Howard Stark? Was Cap America with them for the Wakanda delegation? Did Cap & Diana have WW2 romance (Rogers instead of Trevor) ?Are you using MCU universe or comic verse? Does Harry know Mystic Arts? Can you update this fic more frequently?
the batman
Well... a slight spoiler. Amelia is in meeting with albus, fudge, director of dom, and lucius malfoy
avatarjedi
So good! Can’t wait for the drama when Amelia comes!!
