803Lord Black's resurgence, redemption and revenge
A/N: This is an adventure/family story that ends happily. I rated it M because of intense emotional events/situations Harry and Sirius will be exposed to. Harry will never be sexually abused in my stories. Verbal/physical/emotional abuse abounds from the Dursleys. It is AU. It will be around 40-50 chapters so please be patient and review. I will label Warnings/Flashbacks/«Languages like Gobbledygook and Parseltongue» clearly.
Summary: Sequel to "What do blood, bruises, burns, belts and bites have in common?" Sirius Black is freed with some help from the Goblins and his favorite godson, Harry Potter. What happens when Harry's abuse will come to light from the Dursleys and an unknown woman? Is Harry really a Serpentine Prince? AU with elements of PoA. Independent!Sirius, Manipulative!Dumbledore and Powerful!Harry.
Pairing: Eventual sweet Harry and Hermione. NO slash. Familial relationships for Sirius, Harry, and Remus with hints of Remus/Tonks. Harry is a gentle and relatively naïve boy otherwise.
Setting: Canon PoA up to Harry accepts Sirius as innocent and escapes. AU onward. Harry is 12-years-old because I wanted to give some 'childhood' for Sirius to enjoy. I will use Goblins, Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and Harry's Parseltongue/Parselmouth ability extensively and claim creative license. I claim all OC, situations and made-up magic.
Clichés/Fanon: Independent!Sirius, Manipulative!Dumbledore, Powerful!Harry. Virtually 'unlimited' Black and Potter wealth, prestige and status as well as the Noble and Ancient Houses of Black and Potter influences in wizarding society.
References: I plan on posting a bibliography at the end of the FanFiction (minus the URLs per FanFiction policy―but you can Google them) while referencing some key points at the end of the chapters as indicated by special characters like an asterisk (*). Besides the canon, I use The Unofficial Harry Potter Spellbook:The Wand Chooses the Wizard by Duncan Levy and Harry Potter Wikia throughout my stories.
Please let me know if there are any grammar/spelling/punctuation errors or if there is an issue concerning flow/organization. I want this to be the best FanFiction I can make it. Constructive criticism and positive reviews are always welcome. Flames are intolerable and will be deleted. I strive to answer a review in a timely manner. If there are any updates in the chapters it is because of these corrections. There will be no additional details unless otherwise specified in the author notes (A/N). Now, on with the story!
~*Prologue*~ one week before the prequel. 9:32 a.m. Dursley Kitchen.
"You bloody little orphan freak!" Vernon Dursley bellowed. "How the hell could you mess up this badly so early in the day?"
Dudley snickered as he at his ice cream and turned up the volume on the television. Aunt Petunia scowled at Harry as well. Her horsey face pinched.
The bacon had burned.
"I should've drowned you good and proper when you were a baby." Aunt Petunia said wearily. "You're the reason my sister is dead. If you hadn't been born―she'd still be alive and you'd be with her being freaks together with that worthless James."
Harry glared at them. His green eyes nearly glowing. It always got Harry's hackles raised if there is an insult to his parents.
"I didn't―." Slap. Harry's head faced the window and he cringed at the feeling in his neck. His ear felt on fire. He took a deep breath. He felt a punch to his left rib cage.
"You're ugly, poor, stupid and weak boy." Uncle Vernon growled. "Raise your voice like that to Petunia again and I'll knock you off your feet!"
Harry stood and walked upstairs to his room. No breakfast then. He knew better than to stay in the kitchen with the stove still on. He could not help shuddering from his four-year-old's memory of getting burned as his aunt slammed his hand into the stove for 'sassing her' in a similar fashion. His hand barely resisted scarring thanks to Harry's magic.
Harry sobered and thought about a few things as he gingerly lay on the bed in Dudley's second bedroom.
"Nothing is truly mine." Harry said softly. He glanced at Hedwig's empty cage. She was probably out hunting before she retrieved Ron's letter. Ron had mentioned his family wanted him to stay over the summer before his birthday at his house, The Burrow.
Sure Hedwig was his but Harry knew Hedwig is very independent. "She could always leave me if she wanted to." Harry mused softly. "When she's cross at me I don't know how many days she'll remain away."
The Dursleys always made sure Harry knew his place. Harry understood in no uncertain terms that he is an unwelcome orphan freak living off their charity.
He remembered some hush-hush conversation between two mothers at his primary school about him technically being a ward of the state. Once Harry became 18-years-old he would be a true orphan. He knew the Dursleys looked forward to that day when they could officially kick him out and still be seen in 'good form' among their neighbors. When he was younger, he imagined joining the military since he knew Aunt Petunia would send him to Stonewall High School while Dudley went to Smeltings.
"Although," Harry continued. "If I didn't have magic I would've been in an orphanage―just like Tom Riddle was―and Sirius really wouldn't've been an option."
Harry took stock of Dudley's second bedroom. He never called it his room. He knew better. Aside from a few precious items hidden below the loose floorboard by his nightstand. Handy that. There was nothing except a few drawings he owned. His trunk remained locked away in the cupboard under the stairs. Harry's brow furrowed deeply. Who's to say even that's safe? They could always get curious―I'll have to take it to Diagon or put spells on it myself. Harry rolled his eyes. As if his spellwork is anything to be proud of.
"I only have six years left…" Harry muttered. "I know I don't want to live in the Muggle world at all. But I'm not smart, or strong, or handsome. I could always hide everything in Gringotts and work at the Leaky Cauldron for a bit…" Harry trailed off listening carefully.
Heavy footsteps trudged up the stairs and stopped in front of his door.
Harry's heart raced. Emerald eyes full of fear.
The doorknob slowly turned.