Harry Potter and the Head of Black

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: I own the words, the plot...sort of, and the OCs, but I do not own the rights to Harry Potter. I wish I owned the rights to Deathly Hallows so I could make the book actually read better then a piece of fan fiction my twelve year old sister would write, but sadly, I don't. I wish Emma Watson would return my phone calls, but all I get are her bodyguards telling me that they'll have me thrown in jail for stalking if I continue or something stupid to that sense. However, this is America, and Obama has yet to take away our freedom of speech so I will continue to pursue Emma until she returns my damn phone calls. In all seriousness though, I don't own Harry Potter, so don't come and try to sue me saying that I'm claiming to own it. I'm a broke college student, not richer then the Queen of bloody England. Please note that this story will contain rape, snuff, scat, piss, vomit, bloodplay, minors, SM, honesty, liberty, freedom, apple pie, and other such things that most civilized cultures frown upon.)

“I'm left what?” fifteen year old Harry Potter asked, looking at the goblin in front of him. Around the room, everyone was deathly quite. No one could believe that events that had just taken place. This last piece of information only sent the room into a silent shock.

“Due to Sirius Black having left you the title of Lord, you have been given the daughter of Andromeda and Theodore Tonks due to her having been cast out of the family.” the goblin, a second-level teller named Hookedtooth said. “From the moment you sign the alloted documents she will be compelled to do whatever you want, regardless of what her will regarding it is.”

“Sirius left me as a sex toy!?” Nymphadora Tonks yelled out, that last piece of information having broken her from her trance that set in after hearing she would be Harry's slave.

“Dora, calm down.” her mother Andromeda said, placing her hand on her shoulder.

“I will not calm down!” she yelled, jumping up, taking no notice to the security goblins behind her who started to reach for their swords. “That asrehole did this! It's the same as rape!”

“Dora, sit down!” her mother yelled, pulling the young woman back into her seat. “It wasn't Sirius who left you to Harry. It was my father who left you to the next Lord Black.”

“What?” she asked, looking at her mother. “Why?”

“My father was angry at me for leaving.” she said, taking her husband's hand when he reached over to take hers. “So to get back at me after he found out I had you, he left you to the next Lord Black. Sirius knew this, which is why he never took up his status as Lord and Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black until the last minute when he realized he could die when he went to the Department of Mysteries.”

“Then what of him allowing us use of his residence for the Order?” the aged Albus Dumbledore asked, looking at the woman with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“Since there were no living male heir,” Hookedtooth said, looking at Dumbledore with an equally unreadable expression, “it was deemed that the house would go to Sirius Black, since he was never found guilty in a trial, despite us having both the two piece of evidence to have gotten him one.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking at the goblin, noticing Dumbledore's expression start to show fear. “What do you mean that you had evidence?”

“I believe we are stepping away from these important proceedings, Second-Teller.” the grating voice of Narcissa Malfoy rang out, sitting in a pair of expensive black robes with her son, Draco Malfoy, at her side. “Now, since I am a Black by birth, should not the title of Lord go to my male son Draco?”

“And were he a Pureblood, then he could contest it.” the goblin said, getting another shock to fall across the room.

“What do you mean, if I were a Pureblood!?” Draco yelled, jumping up, fighting off his mother's arm as she tried to pull him back down. “My family line goes back to the start of time! I demand an apology you filthy creature!”

“Really.” Hookedtooth said, smiling evilly. “The name 'Malfoy' was a group of muggles from France. They came to England where one sold his daughter to a Halfblood named Parkinson who got her pregnant. She was the first Malfoy to have a magical child. Her son became the first Malfoy to become enrolled at Hogwarts which had been established six hundred years prior and found he had a knack for the Dark Arts. He went and married his half-sister without knowing who they were and had two children, with roughly ten pregnancies resulting in miscarriages, the last one killing his wife.

“He later raped his daughter from the time she was ten till she killed him after she turned nineteen. She had three children and in a rage killed all but one, her oldest son who her brother took after killing her. He preferred men to women, and made use of the boy until he was killed from being poisoned twenty years later. The boy, now twenty-six, married a thirteen year old muggle and got her pregnant. She had a son and ten years later died giving birth to another son. The oldest was killed by his father when he was reveled to not have magic. The youngest killed his father in a bought of accidental magic seven years after he was born.

“This son went to Hogwarts where he later got a young girl by the name of Greengrass pregnant during his seventh year and her fourth year. Greengrass, an Ancient and Noble House, demanded that they marry and promptly cast out the girl, who was later revealed after her death to have been under a slave/control potion. Her son, your great-grandfather, was what gave the house of Malfoy it's 'Noble' status, since it could not claim 'Ancient' status due to not being a Pureblood. His son, your grandfather, bought it an 'Ancient' status. Your father continued to pay to keep himself out of prison where he belongs, and now it comes to you, demanding an apology for me telling the truth.”

“No!” Draco yelled, glaring at the goblin. “There's no way I'm some filthy Halfblood like...like Potter here!”

“No, you're not like Lord Potter here.” the goblin said, nodding towards Harry. “Both of his grandparents on his mother's side were squibs from Ancient and Noble houses. His father was a squib from the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass and changed his name to Mark Evans prior to being married to Alma Longbottom, the great-aunt of the current Lord Longbottom. Thus, his mother and him are Purebloods.”

“You mean...I have family?” Harry asked, looking first at the goblin then at Dumbledore. “You knew I had family from my mother's side that I could go to and still be under those blood wards?”

“Harry, I believe we should get back to these proceedings.” Dumbledore said, ignoring the question.

“No, we won't.” Harry said, standing to stand up, reaching for his wand. He felt his friend, Hermione Granger, trying to force his wand back into his pocket but continued to try and fight her for it while glaring at Dumbledore. “You put with those horrible people. You had your guard there watching me, you had your damn squib watching me! You knew what I had to live with and you also knew I didn't need to live there! I want to know why!” he yelled before looking down at Hermione before swatting her hand away. “And why the hell are you helping him, Hermione!?”

“Because to pull your wand in Gringotts for anything but an oath is a death sentence, Harry.” Tonks answered for her, getting Hermione to nod her head in agreement before Harry turned his eyes towards her with an blank look on his face that was betrayed by his eyes. “And if you die before giving birth to an heir or naming one, then the title and everything that goes with it would go to Malfoy despite being a Halfblood.” she said, sighing. “Including me as his damn sex toy.”

“Is this true?” he asked, turning to face the goblin.

“Yes, it is true.” Hookedtooth replied, handing over a piece of paper and a blood quill. “By signing this in your own blood, you will become Lord Harry James Potter-Black and become the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Black, both of which were from the original magical lines.”

“What will that entitle me?” he asked again, still looking at the goblin.

“Harry, my boy, I do not believe you should sign it.” Dumbledore said quickly, looking angry and afraid at the same time.

“Are you going to tell me why you left me with those abusive bastards?” Harry asked, looking at the older man.

“Perhaps when it becomes an issue, Harry.” Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly tone.

“Then go to hell.” Harry told him, turning back to the goblin. The room went deathly silent as Harry told him this. Never once could anyone remember someone treating Dumbledore like that. “Could you please tell me what this will entitle me, Master Goblin?” Harry asked once more.

“By signing this in your blood, you are stating that you wish to take up the title of Lord Black and the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. In doing so, you will become emancipated. This will grant you the title of Lord Potter and the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. You will gain two seats on the Wizengamot and not have to adhere to the laws regarding an underage wizard.

“Amongst other things, you will be allowed to take two wives. One will continue the Potter line and the other will continue the Black line. The Potter line holds more money and liquid assets while the Black line holds more political assets. You will also be able to take many concubines, either by their free will or by force.”

“You mean slaves.” Hermione said, glaring at the goblin. “Human sex slaves.”

“Some might call it that.” Hookedtooth said, waving a dismissing hand. “By tradition, most of the Head of the Ancient and Noble Houses never took a concubine unless it was by their own free will. Some, however, like most of the Blacks and a few of the Potters liked the rush they got when it was against their will.”

“What about my father?” Harry asked, starting to have a worried look in his eyes. “Did he ever...”

“There is no evidence saying that your father took a concubine, forced or otherwise.”

“Alright.” Harry said, looking at the paper for a few moments. “And if I don't sign it?”

“Then I pass the paper over to Mr. Malfoy and he will be forced to sign it.”

“What are the other families?” he asked, looking up at the goblin.

“The true Ancient and Noble Houses that are still around are Potter, Black, Longbottom, Greengrass, Weasley, and Movollo though that one has since been deemed unworthy of being an Ancient and Noble House. There are a few more Noble Houses that have been around for twenty generations, which are Bones, Abbot, Davis, and Lupin.”

“Lupin?” Harry asked, quickly looking over to the other side of the table where one Remus “Mooney” Lupin sat.

“Yes, it's true.” Remus said, looking over at Harry. “I am the last of the Noble House of Lupin.”

“Harry,” Tonks said, getting his attention, “please sign it.”

“Tonks...I...”

“I don't want to go to Malfoy.” she said, shooting a glare at the red-faced individual before turning back to Harry.

“Harry...sign it.” Hermione muttered to him, an unreadable expression in her eyes. When Harry turned to look at her, he was almost certain it looked like she was going to cry.

“Alright.” he said, reaching over to sign it. He felt the blood quill carve his name faintly into his hand. After the “r” was written, he looked down to see two rings appear on his hand before merging into one on his left middle finger. After looking at them closely, he noticed two coat of arms on them.

“Lord Potter-Black,” the goblin said, getting his attention, “it is time to continue.”

“There's more?” Harry asked, looking at the goblin.

“Yes, there is more now that you've accepted you heritage, Lord Potter-Black.” Hookedtooth said, handing over a piece of parchment. “The late Mr. Black left you a list of things he would suggest you do at your earliest convenience.” he continued as Harry picked up the parchment and looked down the list, his eyes and face betraying nothing until he got to the end. He laughed evilly before standing up, clearing his throat of the chuckles that still continued to assault him.

“Arthur Weasley, please stand.” he said in a commanding voice, getting the quite man to stand. He looked at Harry with a confused look. “You are of an Ancient and Noble House, yet do not wear the title. Why, may I ask.”

“Because certain families,” he started, looking over towards the Malfoys as he said it, “did not believe we had the money needed to hold the title of an Ancient and Noble House. Only Gringotts and the Department of Mysteries know that we are an Ancient and Noble House.”

“You took care of me when you didn't need to. Fed me and let me stay with you, yet refused any form of payment for doing that.” Harry said, looking at the man. “You know I could and would have payed for it.”

“We, that is, Molly and I, didn't believe you should pay for it.” he said, looking down at his wife for a moment. “Besides Harry, you are friends to our children, and to us as well.”

“I know, Lord Weasley.” Harry said, standing up straight. “As the Lord of two Ancient and Noble Houses, I bestow upon you what is rightfully yours.” he said, taking a breath. “I declare the House of Weasley become an Ancient and Noble House once more. So I speak it, so mote it be.”

“Thank you Ha...Lord Potter-Black.” Arthur said, a smile playing at his lips. When a ring formed on his hand baring the Weasley coat of arms, Molly burst into tears. She got up and walked around the table, pulling Harry into a hug while muttering “Thank you” over and over again.

“You may always call me Harry.” he said to both of them. He shrugged himself out of a Molly's arms and after she gave him a kiss on the cheek she walked back to her seat next to Arthur. “To continue,” he said, straighting his robes, “Narcissa Malfoy, stand up.”

“Yes, My Lord?” she asked, doing her best to keep her voice even.

“You marriage has been dissolved.” he said, looking her in the eyes. “However, as your Head of House, I declare that you will no longer be a Black. You may chose a new name, but it can not be a magical name. You are forever banished from the Ancient and Noble House of Black. So I speak it,so mote it be.”

“Yes...My Lord.” she said, having a hard time from killing him. Her son had no such problems.

“You filthy bastard!” Draco yelled, jumping up. “Paying these...things...to tell lies about the Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy! I'll show you!” he yelled drawing his wand. He aimed it a Harry, only to watch in horror as it fell, his hand and lower arm still connected to it. He turned around to face the goblin in time to see a sword fly at his head.

“Such a pity.” Harry said, watching the one-armed and headless body of Draco Malfoy stand there for a moment before falling to the ground in a lifeless slump. “I wanted him alive long enough to hear this part.” he said, once again standing up straight. “As the Head of two Ancient and Noble Houses, I propose the expulsion of House Malfoy from an Ancient and Noble House.”

“As the Head of an Ancient and Noble House, I second.” Arther said, standing up as well.

“So we speak it, so mote it be.” they said together before Arther sat back down. Harry stayed standing.

“Albus Dumbledore, stand up.” Harry said, getting the aged man to stand. “Sirius tells me you approached him and asked him to represent you in allowing Dumbledore to become a Noble House, despite only being eighteen generations. Is this correct, or wrong?”

“It is correct, Harry.” Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly tone with a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling madly. He had begged Sirius to allow him to become one, despite the fact that the name would die out soon.

“That's Lord Potter-Black.” Harry said coldly, looking at the man, causing the smile to slip. “You said that you would look into getting him a fair trail should he do this, thereby admitting to having evidence proving that he was innocent. Therefore both the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Black will insure that the house of Dumbledore will never become a Noble House unless you can prove there is an heir who has become the twentieth generation, which everyone knows can not and will not ever happen. So I speak it, so mote it be.”

“Alright Ha...Lord Potter-Black.” he said, starting to sit down.

“We're not finished yet.” he said, prompting the old man to raise back up. “As Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, I demand that the group known as the 'Order of the Phoenix' vacate the property known as 12 Grimmuld Place effective immediately.”

“What!?” Dumbeldore yelled, slamming his hand on the table. “I'll have you know that your sorry excuse of a godfather left that house for our use!”

“And as the rightful owner, I'm dropping the Fidelus and declaring you can no longer use it. I will change the list of who is allowed to enter the house and get someone else to cast the charm.” he said, before his eyes narrowed. “And the next time you say anything bad about Sirius in my presence, I will simply kill you.”

“You are not allowed to do that!”

“Go fuck yourself Dumbledore.” he said coldly, looking at the man. “From the rumors I've heard, that's why the House of Dumbledore will end with you. Now get out of my sight!” he yelled, rubbing the handle of his wand. Dumbledore glared at him one last time before he turned and walked out of the room.

“Harry...why did you treat him like that!?” Hermione asked, shocked. “He's our Headmaster, and the Leader of the Light.”

“And he also knew that Sirius was innocent, knew that the goblins had proof, and knew that I could have gone to either the Longbottom's or the Greengrass' residences and still be safe.” he said, turning towards her. “He let an innocent man suffer in that hell for twelve years and left me with those damn abusive ra...people for my entire life, and that is something that I will never forgive him for.” he said, hoping that no one would hear his slip. He knew it was asking for to much.

“Harry,” Hermione said with a soft voice, looking at him, “what did those people do?”

“It doesn't matter.” he said, brushing it off before looking back up at Hookedtooth. “Master Goblin, is there anything else that needs to be discussed in here?”

“No, Lord Potter-Black.” Hookedtooth said, looking down at the will. “Everything that was to be willed out has been said, which as a recap for you was a hundred thousand galleons for Remus Lupin, a hundred thousand galleons for Fred and George Weasley along with notes on pranking material, reinstatement of Andromeda Tonks into the Black family, hundred thousand galleons for Arther and Molly Weasley, two knuts for both Draco Malfoy and Albus Dumbledore, a hundred thousand galleons for Hermione Granger along with the contents of the Black Library, and everything else being left to you which includes the sum of twenty-nine million galleons with change and two properties.”

“Thank you.” Harry said, standing up. “Is there anything else?”

“The Potter Will, to be gone over with the new goblin in charge of the Potter Vaults.”

“Potter Vaults?” Harry asked, confused. “Isn't there only one?”

“No, Lord Potter-Black, there are several.”

“Alright.” Harry said before looking back up at him. “New goblin in charge? What happened to the other one?”

-

Albus Dumbledore was not a happy man. To be treated as he had just been was something that had not happened since he was in his second year. Not even Tom, in all the years that he had known him, had ever treated him like this. No one could do these things to him. He was Albus Dumbledore, the Leader of the Light. Everyone was supposed to bow down before him and grant him whatever he wished. It was for this reason that he barged into the office for the Potter Line only to see another goblin in the place of the one he had appointed.

“Who are you? Where is Ripclaw?” he asked, fearing the answer.

“Albus Dumbledore, I presume.” the goblin, Griphook, said. “I am to inform you that Ripclaw has been tried and found guilty. He will be executed at sundown. Being that you are the human who bought him, you are invited to attend.”

“How dare you, you nasty and fowl creature!” he yelled, glaring daggers at the goblin in front of him. “That is an outrage, to try someone before bringing in any substantial witnesses as I should have been, seeing as you believe I'm the one who bought him, as you say.”

“Just as you should have allowed a trial for the late Mr. Black.” Griphook said, looking at the man in front of him. “Now, I suggest you get out of my office, human, before Lord Potter-Black gets here. He and myself have a lot to discuss regarding what you have done over the last fourteen years.”

“How dare you!” he yelled, reaching for his wand. “Do you know who I am!?”

“A human not worth his weight in wooden knuts.” Griphook said before the door opened behind Dumbledore and two security goblins walked in, swords drawn. “I demand that you leave, Mr. Dumbledore. Unless you feel like testing your luck by drawing your wand. Even if you manage to kill me, it will give us the excuse to do what we would like to do to you.”

“You have not heard nor seen the last of me.” he said, turning on his heel before walking out, intent on getting to Hogwarts to start making the changes he would need to make. He could not have Harry becoming independent. If that happened, he could unravel the world as they knew it. The fact that neither himself nor Arther Weasley would accept bribe money from the other Ancient and Noble Houses to be allowed to keep their status would destroy the government. If word got out to the common witches and wizards that all of the so-called old Pureblood families were nothing more then Halfbloods and not even from a Noble House, the repercussions could be bad.

-

“Ah, Lord Potter-Black, it is a pleasure to see you again.” Griphook said, bowing to Harry who turned slightly read with embarrassment at someone bowing to him.

“Please, Griphook, call me Harry.” he said, bowing back in return. “It is good to see you again as well.”

“In all my years,” Griphook said, his eyes slightly wide in mild shock, “I have never been called by name from a human, yet alone a Lord of an Ancient and Noble House.” he said before looking at Hermione and Tonks. “Your concubine may stay for this meeting, Lor...Harry, but Ms. Granger will not be allowed to attend.”

“What do you, she won't be allowed to attend?” Harry asked, his eyes narrowing a bit. “She's my friend.”

“Harry, it's alright. I'll leave.” Hermione said, starting to turn around.

“No, it's not alright.” he said, turning away from the goblin to look at her. “Hermione, I want you to stay. You'd probably understand more of this then I would.”

“Harry, really, it's alright.” she said, looking at him. “I'm going to get going. I want to spend some time with my parents anyways, and get ready to go through the library that Sirius left me.” she said, giving him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. “I'll send you an owl when I want to come over, alright?”

“Alright.” Harry said with a sigh. “I guess I'll talk to you later.”

“Yeah.” she said before pulling him into a quick embrace. She dropped it after a moment and their eyes met, and for the briefest of moments, Harry wondered what it would be like to kiss her. The brief moment was broken, however, when Hermione looked away quickly, her head ducked down. She muttered a quick goodbye to Tonks before leaving.

“I am sorry about that.” Griphook said, looking up at Harry. “It is, however, the laws used regarding someone who can inherit from the Head of an Ancient and Noble House.”

“Can I change that? Make so it's not like that?” Harry asked, sitting down while trying to calm his emotions down.

“You possibly could, after cutting away the deadwood that has made it's way into the Counsel using money to buy their titles and other such things.”

“Counsel?” he asked, looking at the goblin in front of him with a confused look. “What Counsel?”

“The Counsel of Old.” Griphook said, making a note on a piece of parchment for the crimes against Dumbledore. “They are above even the Minister of Magic, for they see over the entire world of human magic. The Heads of the Ancient and Noble Houses are the supreme authority and the representatives for the Counsel of Earth which is a counsel made up of all magical creatures. The Noble Houses are also part of the Counsel of Old, and make up the deciding vote should the Heads of the Ancient and Noble Houses not make up their minds.”

“And what's the deadwood you mentioned?”

“Those that have bought their way onto the Counsel by buying either a Noble or Ancient status.”

“Why am I not surprised.” he muttered before looking up. “What is in the Potter will?”

“They left you everything they had with the exception of one hundred million galleons which was to go to Remus Lupin and one hundred million galleons which was to go to Sirius Black.”

“Wait, that's two hundred million.” Harry said, looking at the goblin. “How much is left?”

“At the time of their death, there was twenty-seven trillion, nine hundred sixty-two billion, thirty-one million galleons. That does not include the other items, which add roughly two trillion more to that number.” Griphook said as Harry fell back into his chair, looking stunned.

“Wh...what's the exchange rate to pounds?”

“The current exchange rate is seventy-five hundred per galleon.”

“Seventy-five hundred.” Harry said, looking shocked. “That's...that's...I don't even know what that is.”

“Yes, not many do. What is not included is the interest that was added to the vault and the prices of the stocks, bringing it up roughly another three trillion and some change.”

“Wow.”

“There are, however, some problems.” Griphook said, pulling out a folder. “As you have just come from the Black will reading, you were no doubt made aware of what you have received.”

“Yes, more profit from a loved one's death.” Harry said coldly.

“The current balance of your vaults from the Potter side are twenty-eight trillion, ninety-three billion, seven million galleons which should not be right due to the vaults supposed to be put on lockdown.”

“Are you telling me that someone's been using my money?” Harry asked, looking at the goblin.

“Yes.” Griphook said, looking grim. “Among much more worse crimes.”

“Who has been doing this?”

“Albus Dumbledore.” was the only thing that Griphook said.

-

As she walked out of Gringotts, she tried to keep her resolve up. She put on an air of certainty and confidence while walking back towards Muggle London while inside she was near tears. She had been near tears ever since she had seen Harry sitting in the conference room in the bank, only to erupt even more when she found out that Harry had been given Tonks as nothing more then a sex slave. It was all she could do to not lose it in that conference room.

Ever since the beginning of that damned Tri-Wizard tournament a year and a half prior, she had known that Harry would be the one for her. When she had seen that dress robes would be needed, she knew that there would be some form of a ball being held, and had held hope that Harry would ask her. They had spent so much time together because of that damned tournament that she was sure she started to see signs that he felt something for her when the ball was officially announced. That was when it all fell apart.

“Get out of my way, you filthy mudblood!” she heard shouted loudly, causing people to stop and stare. She turned and saw a woman shove past her, her nose up in the air while looking down at her. “Filth such as yourself have no reason to even stand in the presence of the new Lady Malfoy.” she said, walking into the bank.

Hermione, her spirits lifted for a moment, wished she could be a fly on the wall when the woman was told that not only was Draco dead, but the Malfoy name was destroyed as well.