Harry Potter and the Return of Heritage
Book One of the Heritage Series
On a hot summer's night, Sirius Orion Black was sitting in an old and damp basement kitchen.
The basement was full of chatter. The people that were present were talking about a potential new recruit to their group which worked down in Ministry's Department of Mysteries; it was a bit crowded as there were about thirty of them.
Every person in the basement was a member of the same secret society, the society that was created with the sole purpose of bringing about the end of the darkest wizard in the modern age. The order itself had been disbanded for fourteen years, but had been recalled only a few months ago with the rebirth of Lord Voldemort.
Having been a member of the First Order, Sirius had struggled with the formation of the Second Order. Many of the original members had been killed in the last war and Sirius, along with his last remaining friend, Remus Lupin, remembered the pain of losing their fallen friends.
Sirius chose to remember happier times in the past with his friends when he had to attend meetings, as he was now.
James and Lily Potter. His best friends and the parents of his godson - would often sit silent until their opinion was asked for. Sometimes, if they felt that something was wrong, they would shout down anyone who made a foolish proposition that would endanger unnecessary lives; they were so passionate about bringing down their enemy but so determined not to become the monster they were fighting.
There were the Prewett Twins, Fabian and Gideon, the rowdy troublemakers who could lighten the mood even on the most sombre day. When death had struck friends, for example Alice and Frank Longbottom, both level headed aurors who had cared for those who suffered under Voldemort's terror, Fabian and Gideon had always kept the Order on track to reduce losses of any more innocents.
Lastly, and perhaps the most painful memory, was Marlene McKinnon. He remembered her long, blonde elegantly curled hair, the piercing purple-blue eyes and her melodious laugh. It had sounded like a melody of wood Nymphs singing. She had loved to sing and dance and she looked like an angel at both.
Sirius forced his mind away from the past that haunted him always, it only soured his mood and drove him to drink more fire whiskey than what was good for him. The meeting was of no interest to him since he was supposedly a convicted mass murder who had escaped prison with a bounty on his head. He was not an active member of the Order and they practically ignored him anyway, thinking him brash and reckless.
Instead of paying attention, he silently mused over the reports they had received on Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters.
Voldemort had remained hidden since his return and did not do anything to draw attention to himself. The minister was blocking the truth at every turn, painting the picture that both his godson and Dumbledore were mad, attention-seeking liars. The Ministry was aided by the Daily Prophet newspaper which were sprouting all manner of sly propaganda.
Sirius was not a fool and his mind was sharp, even if the Order thought him unstable. He could see that these things were all connected and he put his keen mind to working through every report and piece of intelligence they had. Although it was difficult, he would always support what he cared about.
The meeting ended an hour later and Sirius barely acknowledged the people leaving or bidding him goodnight. He retreated to his bedroom and began to pace; his mind raced, making connections between events and even plausible guesses.
He stopped pacing when Remus entered his room unnoticeably, concern radiating from his amber eyes.
"What are you thinking about Padfoot?" Remus asked. "You may have been sitting in that meeting, but your mind was elsewhere."
"I don't like what's happening, Moony," Sirius said, resuming his frustrated pacing. "Fudge is going to get us all killed and Harry is right in the middle of it!"
"Then I take it you have a plan?" Remus asked. "You remember the last time you acted without planning in advance?"
"Of course I do!" Sirius snapped. "I ended up in Azkaban for twelve years and was nearly kissed by a hundred dementors!"
Remus said nothing, taking a seat on Sirius' bed.
"Sorry," Sirius relented after seeing the look on his friend's face. "I'm just frustrated, I feel so useless. A powerless Black! What would my family think of me now? Merlin, they must be rolling in their graves "
"You're not as powerless as you think, Sirius," Remus reassured him quietly. "You may not be as politically powerful as Lord Arcturus, but you are as powerful as he was, magically."
"Old Grandfather Arcturus was a cold bastard, though he did make a formidable Lord Black…" Sirius started to trail off as he suddenly had a thought.
He was technically Lord Black. He was the last direct male descendent of the Black line, and with that came the power of the Noble and Most Ancient Families.
Even though he had ran away from his own family, he still remembered the lessons he had been taught by his father and grandfather. The methods of a Black, the power of the Blacks and more importantly, that the Black Family look after their own.
He could claim it all if he wanted to; he could claim his rightful inheritance, become Lord Black and become head of one of the most powerful and influential families in the Wizarding World. There was, however, something else he could do.
He could make sure that Harry was ready for what was to come. Fudge was going after him, so Harry would need the lessons that he should have been taught when he was young.
The idea was planted firmly in Sirius's mind but it was not a time to be hasty; he would need to be patient and cunning if he wanted to succeed. Remus will assist him with the needed arrangements for his end goal.
One very special fifteen year old teenager, who was completely clueless to what his godfather was planning, had a rightful place within the magical world and it was one that he probably didn't even know about.
In that moment of realisation, the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black rose to his position of being a Lord, which he had previously ran from and was shunned. The wizarding community had forgotten the dormant power of the Black Family, and Sirius vowed that in the weeks to come, they would remember what it meant to cross a member of the Black family or anyone who falls under their protection.
Sirius was out in the overgrown garden behind headquarters, grooming Buckbeak. It was a week and a half after he had begun his plan and he wanted to busy himself. Sirius sighed, remembering the day he had acquired the hippogriff.
He had finally met his godson, and Harry had wanted to move in with him! All was well until Moony had realised he had forgotten to take his wolfsbane potion; Sirius had luckily managed to keep him away from Harry and his friends but only barely. It seemed that all of his life he hadn't been able to escape the dementors and so he had resigned himself to his fate: the Dementors Kiss. He had failed his best friends again, realising that he'd never really be free and that taking care of Harry would be impossible...
He had no hope of escape, aurors were outside the warded door and he was too high up to jump from the window. He'd known that Dumbledore wouldn't be able to save him; Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump meant nothing when you had already been sentenced with the dementor's kiss.
Just as he had been about to give up all hope, he'd had the shock of his life. There had been a knock on the window, and Harry had been outside sitting astride a magnificent hippogriff with his friend Hermione. His godson had come to rescue him and Sirius had escaped from Hogwarts with the hippogriff.
He smiled to himself as he brushed Buckbeak's rump, he should have known Harry would risk everything for someone he cared for. Harry had chased after his friend when Padfoot had dragged him into the Shack and while he had not known Sirius for more than a few hours, he had still rescued him.
James and Lily would have been so proud of him.
Lily may have been more level headed than James but if someone she cared for was in trouble, then she would have moved both heaven and earth to help them. He had seen her duel with frightening ferocity and James was the same. While he was irrational when his emotions overcome him, he had been unstoppable the day his father died. It seemed that Harry had managed to take after his parents even though he had only been with them for just over a year.
"Sirius!" He heard Remus bellow.
Running back into headquarters, he saw that people were arriving through the floo quickly and a sudden rush of panic overcame him.
"Remus, what's happened?" he asked urgently as he dashed into the kitchen, "Is it Harry?"
"Dementors attacked him! Dung just informed us; he had to defend himself while Dung bunked off to do business," Remus said.
Thoughts were racing through Sirius' mind at an alarming rate; this was why Harry had been given a guard! Fudge wanted an excuse to discredit him and now he had one. Luckily, underage magic was only a disciplinary matter in Amelia Bones' office.
"Wait until I get my hands on that thief!" Sirius snarled, his hands gripping the kitchen table tightly imagining it was Dung's neck. "Is Harry okay?" He asked.
"Dung said he was fine. Arabella's cover is blown though, she was alerted by her kneazles," Remus informed.
They were interrupted by the chime of the floo upstairs and then the sound of frantic feet heading down to them and Arthur Weasley emerged into the room.
"Arthur, what is it?" Molly Weasley asked.
"Fudge!" He said between breaths, "He had tried to expel Harry and was about to send an official to snap his wand; thankfully Dumbledore has arrived to sort it out, he's furious! I sent an owl to Harry telling him not to relinquish his wand."
Sirius nodded before quickly pulling out his wand and summoning some parchment and a self-inking quill. He rushed out into the garden to write his note, then grabbed the owl that was sitting out there and tied the letter to its leg.
"Go, get that to Harry as quick as you can," he said to the owl, "It's an emergency." He threw the owl into the air; it quickly took flight and was off as fast as it could fly.
He stormed back into the house and went up into the attic. He tried a summoning spell but the item he needed did not come towards him. Frustrated he hissed, "Kreacher!"
"Master calls?" The elf said, more a statement than an actual question. He gave an exaggerated bow, as always, wanting to show 'appreciation' to his master.
Sirius paid him no heed, he needed something important now. "Where is the Black riding tack, Kreacher?"
The elf looked at him carefully, "Kreacher threw it out many years ago at Mistress' insistence, Master," he croaked, and threw Sirius a dirty look.
Sirius cursed. "Then go to Ravenwood Hall and get me a set. Now. I need it immediately, Kreacher, go!" The elf bowed and was gone with a loud pop.
Sirius quickly descended the stairs and met Remus halfway down. "What are you doing, Padfoot?" He asked.
"What we planned," Sirius replied. "Can you cover for me while I am gone?"
Remus frowned, but nodded. "Tonks should be there when you arrive. Kingsley just told us that Dumbledore slipped her a message when he was at the Ministry. I'll tell them that I stunned you in your bedroom and locked you in there to make sure you didn't do anything. How will you get there?"
"Thank you," Sirius said "I'm going to – "
The rest of his sentence was interrupted by the sound of Kreacher's apparition. In his arms was a set of black tack. "As requested Master," he said and he dumped it all on the floor before disappearing with a crack.
Slowly, Remus realised what was going on. "You cannot fly a hippogriff!" Remus exclaimed as Sirius picked up the mess of straps and leather. He began to descend the stairs three at a time. "It's still light outside Sirius!"
They walked into the garden, Remus protesting expressively. Sirius pointedly ignored him and bowed to the hippogriff. "I will place disillusionment charms on us both, it'll be fine! Besides, it's getting dark now."
Remus nodded begrudgingly. "Fine," he muttered, defeated. "I better go. Be careful Sirius, and remember, our entire plan resides on Harry getting here; he doesn't need to get in any further trouble."
Sirius nodded and pulled out his wand, pointed it at the tack. It glided gracefully towards Buckbeak and secured itself to the hippogriff and Sirius quickly got into the saddle with practiced ease.
Holding the reins in his hands, he gave Buckbeak a nudge with his legs. Buckbeak began to move towards one end of the garden and shifted in anticipation. Sirius cast the disillusionment charm on them both.
"Right then Buckbeak, get me to my godson," he said, and without the need for further command, Buckbeak propelled them up with his back legs. With two powerful sweeps of his wings, he was in the air. Sirius looked out in the direction of Surrey, he just hoped that Harry had received his message...
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Edited: January 2016
Beta: Inkzy, DaughterHunterofPoseidon and Far2Addicted
Authors Note: This story is in the middle of a Beta Marathon all to be done in 2016, the above section will tell you if it has been completed for the chapters you read.