Naga Inheritance

Yay! I have a beta now! Three cheers for Slytherdor. Hip hip hooray! Okay, so about the chapter, I'm really sorry it's so short. *hangs head in shame* It's probably going to take longer than usual to get the next chapter up too. However I do plan for it to be longer than previous chapters, so that's a plus, it's also the reason, well that and I caught a cold, that it's going to be so long until I update again. So you'll have to forgive me. Enough boring chatter, on to the chapter,

XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Nine XXXHPDMXXX

“Once again, we are very sorry Mr. Black, if there's anything, ANYTHING, we can do to show our sincere regret, you can ask at anytime.” Fudge himself was apologizing and trying to make amends, as Sirius just stood there silently. Heck, he would have got down on all fours and licked Sirius's shoes if he thought it would hep him keep his job. Twelve years he had kept Black in Azkaban, for a crime he didn't even commit. Fudge knew that with the public pounding on his door daily as it was, this blunder would be more than enough to get him fired, if Black wasn't appeased that is. Fudge was just about to start in on another round of apologies when he was interrupted by a loud Crack. A strange and very old house-elf appeared just beside Mr. Black.

“I is Krissy.” said the house-elf, stumbling slightly over the words as though unused to speaking in such a manner, or at all really. “Master is wishing Mr. Black to come stay with him and is saying Krissy is best for the job. Krissy is being very proud of her job and is hoping Mr. Black will want to stay with Master. Master Potter is hoping so too.” and she did indeed look hopeful as she stared with her ears at attention and her eyes bright with excitement.

At the mention of his godson, Sirius's eyes lost their haunted look and he smiled. “Yes”. He said in a gravelly and overused voice. At this Krissy stepped forward and grabbed Sirius's hand.

Fudge suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had told him. “Memory charms will have to be placed on Mr. Black before he is released, this is of the utmost importance. There are things he can not remember, not if you want to win this war. Also, if you get any word of Potter, tell me immediately. We must find him.”

Fudge reached out, but it was to late. His fingers closed only an inch from Krissy's uniform. Fudge was to angry and upset to even notice the lack of noise when Krissy disappeared. Black had escaped.

The flash of green light from Fudge's fireplace was his only warning that Dumbledore had arrived. Dumbledore stepped from the fireplace, robes sweeping, arms raising, he looked kind, and fatherly, holding his arms out to where Sirius had been only moments before. “Fudge,” he said turning, his once kind eyes taking on a slightly sinister look. “Where is Black? Has he perhaps gone to the restroom? Is that why he is not here?” Dumbledore asked, Fudge knew that he was in very deep shit.

“N-no...” Fudge stuttered, the headmaster was not someone Fudge could displease and get away with it. Fudge didn't know much more about Voldemort then what Dumbledore had told him but he knew that the most feared dark Wizard was no where near as evil as the most famous light wizard. Which is not to say that Voldemort was not evil. I would kill a thousand mother in front of there children, then end the children's' lives as well, and all without a trace of regret. However, Dumbledore had done much more evil in the centuries he'd been alive than Voldemort could do in a thousand lifetimes, immortal or not.

A few years, before Fudge had found out something that no one else knew, Dumbledore had done most of the more terrible crimes for which Voldemort had been blamed. A few well placed memory charms were all that were required to shift the blame to a more Slytherin enemy. People believed what they wanted to. People where more likely to believe someone who pointed their finger at a Slytherin than at a Hogwarts graduate and Ravenclaw descendant. Yes, Dumbledore was descended from the famous Lady Ravenclaw, genius and strategist, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Dumblefuck was truly a force to be reckoned with.

Dumbledore's eyes glowed with fury, his face quickly losing all semblance of what had once been a smile. “are you telling me that you let Black escape? One man, feebled by his visit to the veil, without happiness or hope? You lost that imbecilic man!”

Fudge was very scared, he could almost see flames leaping off Dumbledore. Gone was the usual disguise of a kind, if meddling old man, now he looked like a demon, dragged up from the deepest pits of hell. He might even have frightened Lucifer himself with the anger he was directing at Fudge.

Fudge was little more than a puddle of goo, left on the floor like discarded owl droppings, left to putrefy. At this point Albus turned away, he would need Fudge in the future, at least until he found a replacement, or killed Voldemort, whichever came first. “How did he escape?” Asked Dumbledore, no longer yelling, but with barely restrained rage in every word.

“A-a house-elf, sir.” stuttered Fudge. “Her name was....was Krissy I believe, a-and she said her M-master was Potter.”

“Potter.” Dumbledore spat out the name in a fashion reminiscent of Snape, full of venom and disgust. “Not only has he escaped his uncle, but he has stolen his godfather. I must bring him back and I must get him back in line. He will have to be obliviated, I may even have to actually kill Sirius..... It's a shame such a loyal Gryffindor will have to be killed because his godson is Slytherin scum.” A small but decidedly evil smirk crept it's way onto Dumbledore's face. Fudge, if it's possible, grew more frightened, that smile meant trouble, it meant Dumbledore had a plan.

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So that was it, at least for now, I will try to get the next chapter on in under a week, but if I don't it doesn't mean I've abandoned the story. Also, any suggestions for familiars would be much appreciated. Hope your lives are happy and fulfilling, whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^