Shadow Phoenix

@ SirZig & Dark Dragen: Thanks for your Reviews.



@ Dark Dragen: FF means Fanfiction and I have to confess, I don't do Paragraphs after each sentence, I yust do them, to have the text more readable.



How good is my english in your oppinion?

(I'm german by the way.)





Betaed by Raina.







C5: Kreacher



After training, Sirius showed Harry the Black Family Tree that covered the walls in the room where they had trained.





“I was there.” Sirius said, pointing to a small black hole in the tapestry. “My mother blasted my name off, after I ran away when I turned sixteen.” Harry looked up. The family tree seemed to date back to the middle Ages.





“She must have blasted away many names, if all those holes were made by her.” Harry mentioned, brushing a finger over a void from the early 1700s.



“Blasting off names of blood traitors was a habit within my family.” Sirius mentioned. “That's why you'll find hardly a decent person on here. All that's left are snotty purebloods and Death Eaters.” He pointed at the names of Narcissa Black Malfoy and Bellatrix Black Lestrange, their husbands, and Narcissa's son Draco.



“Let me try something.” Harry asked, touched the tapestry with both of his hands.





At first nothing seemed to happen. Then suddenly the holes closed, new lines branching from the reappeared names, blooming to new names and completing the family tree. At the bottom were now many new names, most of whom weren't purebloods. The whole Weasley family was also newly included.



But it was another name that caught Harry's attention. Coming from Sirius’ name, a thin line led to the son of James and Lily Potter. He slowly followed the connection between himself and his godfather with his finger.



“What's the meaning of this line?” he asked.





“Well according to Wizarding law, I adopted you the moment your parents died,” he explained.





“Really? That's great!” Harry said.



Right after his last word faded, the line between them shined brightly and his name changed into Harry James Potter-Black. Sirius grinned.





“You've just completed the last part of the adoption,” he informed Harry.



Harry smiled back brightly, when a loud crashing noise sounded outside of the room. They looked for, and quickly found, the reason. There was an old house elf gathering various things back up and muttering something about his mistress, mudbloods and blood traitors.



“Kreacher! You useless little shit. You’re taking the old things I want to throw out and hiding them from me, instead of cleaning rooms, aren’t you?” Sirius observed.





“Kreacher would never take things from you or hide them,” he said, before muttering “Mistress would never forgive me for not rescuing them.”



“Wait!” Harry stopped his godfather, before he could say anything else. “Please let me handle this.”





“I don't know why you’d want to deal with that little shit, but go ahead.” Sirius granted his request.





“Do you know who I am?” Harry asked. The house elf simply shook his head.



“Use your connection to the family to ascertain my identity,” he ordered. Only a moment later, the elf’s eyes flew open and he starred at Harry's scar in awe.





“You are Harry James Potter-Black! Member of the Most Ancient families Potter and Black, heir to the vacant title of Lord of Potter and to the title Lord of Black, that is held by Master Black at the moment. You are the great hero who defeated You Know Who for the first time and a wizard of tremendous power.” Kreacher stated.



“How did you do that? He was never able to speak that sane ever since I returned here!” Sirius asked.





“I made him reinstate his bond to the family. A house elf looses his mind and most his powers if he doesn't renew his bond regularly.” Harry explained. “Kreacher, do you really want to rescue these things from getting thrown out?”



“Yes, Master Harry!”





“I'll allow you to collect, protect and store anything we would otherwise throw out in a room in the basement. This is on the condition that you manage to properly clean the whole house within two days, don't disrespect ourselves or our friends and follow our orders as they are meant.” Harry offered him.



“Master Harry is very generous! Kreacher won’t disappoint Master Harry! Kreacher promises!”





“I hope so. Which room in the basement would suit our purpose Sirius?” Harry asked.





“There should be some storage room... I've not yet been there since I've come back.” Harry's godfather replied.



“Kreacher, you may use that storage room. If there isn't enough space to store everything, come to us and tell us.” Harry ordered.





“Yes, Master Harry!”





“You may start to clean, or take whatever you already have to the storage room now.” Harry said. Kreacher vanished with a loud crack.



“I've never seen Kreacher that eager to work. Not even when my mother was still alive!” Sirius mentioned.





“Did anyone ever offer him something in return for his work, or even considered his feelings?” Harry asked.



Sirius looked puzzled. “Well... he is a house elf...”





“Meaning no, no one ever did.” Harry concluded.







Mr Weasly suddely hurried to them.





“Harry, I've news! It's horrible! There is a hearing in the Ministry tomorrow! It's about the Dementors. Harry has been summoned to go there and make a statement!”



“Who's the chairman of the court?” Sirius asked.





“It's Fudge! Why of all people does it have to be Fudge?”





“Because, it's convenient for us.” Sirius answered. He took his wand and summoned a copy of the Daily Prophet from downstairs and searched a few moments.







“There it is. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge repeated his statement, that the rumours about You Know Who's return are just the attempts of an self-important, mental unstable brat to gain attention, spread by an old, senile wizard, tricked by said brat, Harry Potter.” Sirius smiled brightly at the other two.



“That is considered a grave insult,” he explained. “Harry can, because of his standing, refuse to state anything before a court, whose chairman insulted him.”





“I thought he wasn't a pureblood?!” Mr.. Weasley stated.



“James and I, as heads of our families, raised his status the very day he was born.” Sirius mentioned. Mr. Weasley began to laugh out loud.





“But there is one problem.” Sirius said, instantly regaining the attention. “You would have to state your full name, your family standing as well as your connection to me and explain your blood status in front of the court. Than you would have to ask Fudge to officially revoke his insult to you in every instance and apologise in public. He can't do that. Not without completely loosing face. But a reporter of the Daily Prophet will attend the hearing, and they'll immediately jump on this story like horny teenager in the presence of a Veela.”



“I don't care.” Harry said. “In fact, I want the public to know. It might just interest some people enough to join our side. We can’t afford to keep it a secret, just because it's convenient.”





“Right, right...” Mr Weasley murmured.



“Is there anything I can do to emphasise my point?” Harry asked.







“Yes, as the heir of a pureblood family you have the right to wear robes with the family crest.” Sirius said.



“Now, where do I get robes with the crests of Potter and Black, as well as a coat to hide them till it's time to reveal it?” Harry questioned.



“I'll get them, if one of you gives me the money needed.” Mr. Weasley offered. Sirius grinned and put a little bag of Galleons into his hand.





“I'll be back soon with the robes and coat.” He promised and went buying them.





That evening, Sirius taught Harry everything he knew about Pureblood- and Wizarding law.