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Death and mourning that’s all that can be seen in the ruined Great Hall. Families, and friends mourning the loss of loved ones because of blood purist bigots wanting to rule and get rid of the new blood. Fortunately for Great Britain and the world, the Light side won the war because a 17-year-old boy prophesied to win them this war. That 17-year-old is starting to realize he was raised to die because although the great Albus Dumbledore was a strong and powerful wizard he didn’t know everything as he hoped he did.
‘Albus fucking Dumbledore, if only he actually trusted others with the information he finally passed on to me. Yes, he might have hoped I would have survived the killing curse again because of the Horcrux, but why not still have me trained? Why not have me focus on my studies and get stronger? I wonder did he set all my friendships up besides Hermione?’
Harry Potter, the chosen one, the boy who lived, thought to himself as he mourned the loss of loved ones along with the Weasley family and Hermione.
Harry was standing next to his ex-girlfriend Ginny and her brother Ron was on the other side of him. As Harry was just standing there he couldn’t help, but think his Sixth year seemed extremely off for Hermione and him. He never started looking Ginny’s way until some reason in the Sixth year, and the same could be said about Hermione and Ron.
He was broken out of his stupor from his ex-girlfriend Ginny decided to lace their fingers together, and lean into him and ask him a question. “So Harry now that the war is over, do you think we can rekindle things and get back together?”
Harry was stunned at the question Ginny just asked him,
‘How can she possibly be thinking about dating as we are standing next to her dead brother’s body? What is wrong with her? How did I ever fall for this girl?’
He slightly pushed her off him and leaned down to whisper in her ear hoping Ron wouldn’t hear him.
“Ginny how the fuck can you think about rekindling things when we are standing next to Fred’s dead body? What the fuck is wrong with you, and to answer your question. The answer to it is no,” Harry said in an angry whisper, unfortunately, his best mate, Ron did overhear everything he said.
Harry turned to the group, “I’m sorry everyone but I need to go for a walk and to be honest, I don’t know if I’ll return soon because I need time to think about everything that has happened.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and turned away and started walking to the exit of the Great Hall. Unbeknownst to Harry, the two very angry red-headed Weasleys were not okay with his decision to leave, especially all the things he said just before that.
‘How dare he treat my sister like that! He’s supposed to marry Ginny, that was the plan from the beginning! And I will get the one he truly wants, Hermione. I’d finally one-up the Boy Who Lived!’
Ron thought to himself as he started to raise his wand towards Harry’s back with a spell starting to come out from his wand as it landed aiming at his back.
‘Who does he think he is? Doesn’t the Boy Who Lived understand we’re supposed to get married? Even look like his mother Lily and he looks like his father James! We are perfect together!’
Ginny thought to herself as she mimicked her brother pointing her wand at Harry’s back as he walked away from them.
Hermione was worried about Harry being by himself and decide to go with him and was about to go and catch up to him when she noticed Ron and Ginny point their wands towards Harry.
“HARRY! Watch out!” Hermione yelled, getting everyone to turn their heads towards her and Harry.
"Depulso!” The two red-heads yelled their spell out heading straight towards Harry.
Harry turned around after hearing Hermione scream out to him. He saw Ginny and Ron cast a spell at him, but unfortunately, he was mentally, magically, and all-around just exhausted from fighting Riddle to do anything to protect himself.
As he got hit with the spell, all he could remember was looking at Hermione cast two stunners at the red-heads before he hit a wall in the Great Hall hitting the back of his head. The last thing he thought about when his vision went black was Hermione in her Yule ball dress.
Everyone was in shock at what they just witnessed, Harry Potter got hit with the banishing charm from people he considered family. Hermione started running towards where her best friend fell to after being banished into the wall.
‘Please don’t be dead Harry, please,’
Hermione thought to herself as she got closer to his body. She walked up to and started running diagnostics on him that she learned from Madam Pomfrey. She looked at what they said and started breaking down crying.
Soon, everyone in the Wizarding World found out that Ron and Ginny Weasley have killed the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One Harry Potter.
oOHPTPCOo
He woke up laying on the ground. He tried opening his eyes, but he found that he had to squint because of how bright everything was. All he could see was that he once again was in a room that was bright and all white.
‘Ugh! Everything is so bright, where am I? Last time I checked I was walking to leave the Great Hall.’
Harry thought to himself, and that's when it hit him, he was hit with the banishing charm from his best mate and his ex-girlfriend in the Great Hall rubbing the back of his head.
That's when he realized, making his eyes go wide like Dobby’s when Dobby would receive a compliment from him.
‘I must have died from their banishing charm, and that’s why I’m once again in a bright white room because I’m dead.’
"That is correct, Harry James Potter" an unamused voice dead-panned behind him. "Once again, you've died."
Harry sat up and looked towards where he heard the voice coming from. What he saw was all he could think of was Death. He saw the thing wearing a dark cloak, a scythe, and what he can only determine was a skeleton as a body because of the skeleton's hands, and feet. If Harry was being honest, he was quite petrified with what he saw.
“That is correct, I am what all Mankind, and magical beings call Death, but this isn’t my true form though, but I’ll change forms into a human form if that is more comfortable to you.” Death said, changing its appearance now to Harry’s dead godfather Sirius Black. “My true name is Hades, and before you ask yes, Hades the Greek god.”
“Hope this form will make you feel more comfortable. Now, although you completed the prophecy, you weren’t supposed to die right after. You were supposed to live a long life and get married to your soul mate, some Granger girl, but instead you had to go and die from your crazy ex, and your ‘Best Friend’ . Potter, you’ve died so many damn times, because of that fucking prophecy you just had to go get yourself killed right after you complete it for once! What am I going to do with you, seriously!” Hades said throwing his hands up in the air irritated.
“Well for starters you can tell me how many times I’ve actually died, and why I don’t remember any of it?” said Harry, surprising himself with how aggressive it came out. “Also what do you mean Hermione is my soulmate? What does that even mean?”
“Ugh! that’s right you wouldn’t remember a single thing from all the other times you’ve died trying to complete this stupid prophecy! If you haven’t noticed I hate prophecy, especially ones as crucial as yours. The reason we’ve kept having to send you back is because of Tom Riddle. No one escapes me, and since he decided to use some of the darkest magic to keep him tethered to the living realm we had to keep sending you back. What you have is what we like to call The Prophecy Curse , which means as I said early your prophecy is so crucial to all of mankind we have to keep sending you back to complete it. Although you did complete it this time, you weren’t supposed to die after. Now to answer one of your questions, you’ve died a total number of 69 times.” An agitated Hades told him.
“Wait WHAT! I’ve died 69 times before?” Harry yelled, in shock, how many times he’s died.
“No not really, but I wanted to see how badly you’d react from that number. You’ve died 7 times now Potter, and normally I would let you pass on to the afterlife, but like I said you weren’t supposed to die right after. I might have actually looked to see how the future would play out if I did that. It wouldn’t be good at all, Hermione eventually would commit suicide because you’re gone. The Purebloods won’t change, and the British wizarding community won’t get out of their bigoted ways because you’re gone, and so is Hermione.” said Hades in his deep voice that kind of reminded Harry of Darth Vaders voice.
“ So, it's up to you to change the wizarding world in general and wizarding Britain in particular. If the wizarding community in Britain stays the course in its outdated and prejudiced ways, magic will eventually die out. I can send you back with all of your memories and you can do it all over again. Only this time, you'll succeed and I won't see you here until you're supposed to move on. ” said Hades, staring into Harry’s eyes trying to read what emotion was coming from them. Hades could see despair, grief, sadness, and then he saw hope and love.
“Do you know exactly why she would kill herself over me? I know she and Ron had something going towards the end, but considering he probably went to Azkaban nothing probably happened between the both of them.” Harry asked, bleeding out sadness from his question.
“You’re not going to like what I’m going to say about Ron, but the Pure-Blooded supremacists were able to buy themselves out of Azkaban, so they only gave Ginny and Ron a slap on the wrist and they walked away with no sentence. Hermione realized how much she truly loved you after everything that happened, and with Ron and Ginny getting away with murder, she realized she’d never been free in that world. So without you, she didn’t think life was worth it anymore. Like I said earlier, Hermione and you are soul mates Harry, if the fates saw it my way you’d have two, but uh they wouldn’t do it.” said Hades, once again making Harry’s eyes go wide with shock, and then tears started coming down from his eyes.
“Hades, who was going to be my other soulmate?” Harry asked, with a hint of curiosity in his voice which made Sirius(Hades) just smirk at him.
“It was going to be one Daphne Greengrass. It would have worked out perfectly for the three of you, Daphne would’ve taught you both the pureblood etiquette you both desperately need to learn, and you two would have opened her eyes to the muggle world. You three would’ve learned a lot from each other. Now to answer your other question, a soulmate has a special affinity, understanding, or powerful bond that exists between one person and another.”
“Now Sirius, please be honest with me, were Hermione and I potioned from Ginny and Ron in our sixth year? Because I can remember in our Fourth year I started developing feelings for Hermione, and they only grew stronger in our Fifth year. Then all of sudden, Hermione and I are fighting over a potions book that would help us improve our potion-making abilities, which she would jump all over because she loves learning. We shouldn’t have been arguing over it, and then there was our newfound jealousy to whoever Ginny or Ron were dating” an irate Harry rambled out looking his godfather in the eyes. Hades could see the anger oozing from his eyes as he put everything together.
“Harry, you and Hermione were in fact potioned by the two of them. Ginny is actually talented in Potions, a talent she inherited from her mothers’ side of the family. So, she brewed everything you can think of Harry. A jealousy potion for each of you, then love potions, one for Hermione to fall in love with Ron, and one for you to fall in love with Ginny. But, Ginny would on certain days give you lust potions when she wanted to make you jealous instead of potentially overdosing you on jealousy potions. Before you ask, none of the other Weasleys knew, so you don’t have to worry about that. ” Death stated.
At the moment, the only emotion going through Harry was pure rage. He couldn’t help but think if Ron was really his friend at all, and had a feeling Ginny only cared about the “Boy Who Lived” instead of just Harry. That's when Harry couldn’t help but realize Ron always seemed to drive people away from him trying to be friends, and always wanted to go on adventures. He realized he was used for his fame. He was happy that none of the other Weasleys had any part in it because if they did it would absolutely destroy him.
“Now Harry, let’s move on to the most important thing. Are you ready to go back again, but this time with your memories?” Hades asked, breaking Harry out of his thought process of the Weasleys.
“Sure thing, Sirius (Hades). What do you think I should do? Now that you bring up Pure-blood etiquette I’m sure there’s a lot of things I need to learn politically. What year do you think I should go back to?” Harry asked Hades, receiving a thoughtful expression from the Greek God.
“Hm, let me answer the year part first. I think you should go back to right when you start your summer leading into your fourth year. I don’t think you’ll be at the Dursleys for too long, because I’m going to be nudging a certain someone to help you and realize what they’re doing is wrong. Now, what I think you need to do is to get to Gringotts and claim the heir ring to the Potter family. That’ll help you be able to get the Will of your parents to be read, and with the Will being read out it should be able to help your godfather out of being a convict. I will say though, everytime we decide to send someone back in time, some things do change.”
“Next, you need to take your studies more seriously. Yes you’re very good at practicals, but the theory is also very important. I would write to your head of house to change electives and drop divination and pick up runes and arithmancy. I think you should start reading up on how to be an animagus, it’ll be bloody helpful for you and it is one thing Tom Riddle never bothered learning. I’m also certain your animagus form will shock many people.” said Hades, taking a breather for Harry to digest everything he was telling him.
“Now what I’m going to say to you next is probably the most important thing you need to do when you get back and the help that I finally get through will get you out of your prison. Your magical core is currently being suppressed because it’s bound right now. You need to get these bindings released so you can be at full power, and with the Horcrux gone from your head, you’ll be able to think more clearly.” Hades said, with this more information coming out, Harry got up and started pacing trying to put this all together.
“The last thing I’m going to bring up to you is when you get with your help and are somewhere safe, complete the bond with Hedwig, she is a very unique owl. When she died in this last timeline she actually went through a burning day and turned into a phoenix, but since you weren’t there to help her she died.” Hades said sadly, shocking Harry to his core that he never went back to look for Hedwigs body.
“Why did I never go look for her body, why did I just let her go to her death. Once I got to the Burrow I could of used the invisibility cloak and go look for her.” Harry cried, he couldn’t stop the tears from coming on how badly he messed up with his first true friend.
“Harry, a lot of things were happening all at once around you. Your mind was pre-occupied on trying to survive that stupid plan to get you out. That by the time you remembered everyone was watching you to make sure you didn’t escape. You wouldn’t never have been able to escape unfortunately, it’s okay to grieve, but now that you know you can fix this.” Hades said, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“Now before I send you back, look into getting a snake familiar, it’ll help with parselmagic. Now I think that’s about it, oh and one more thing you can’t tell anyone about this unless they have a wicked good occlumency shield. Okay now I’m done,” rattled Hades, getting another wide-eyed look from Harry as he finished telling him everything.
“Okay, so no pressure then,” Harry mumbled to himself, “So I won’t be able to tell Hermione unless she works on her occlumency then?”
“Unfortunately not, but I would suggest telling her to look into becoming an animagus also. Animagus training helps build barriers, and once you become one it installs natural barriers for you to protect your mind. I would still learn about it though,” stated Hades receiving a nod from Harry.
“Alright, I think we accumulated enough time here, plus I need to go send certain nudges to a certain someone to help you. You can do this Harry, have faith in yourself, and honestly I know you’re mad at Ginny and Ron right now, but I would reach out to Bill Weasley about getting them both to mind healers. It really should help them out, and make them into better people. I know you might never be able to be best mates again, but I would say go into it with an open mind if they do get help. Tell him you’ll help pay for it, but not to bring it up to his parents where they’re getting the help from. Now, are you ready?” asked Hades, receiving a final nod from Harry.
“This is going to feel weird, but it’ll be fine. Good luck, kid.” said Hades with a smirk, walking up to Harry changing back into his form before. He put his skeletal hand on Harry’s chest, forcing magic through Harry’s body sending his astral form back in time to his body on June 24th, 1994.
oOHPTPCOo
A nice breeze was going through Sirius Black’s long hair, he couldn’t believe his luck and also a little bit unlucky. Yes; he was free now, but he was still on the run because the rat Peter Pettigrew was able to escape once again. Sirius was very grateful for his godson Harry Potter saving him along with his friend Hermione. Sirius couldn’t help, but think maybe something could be going on down the road between the two.
Sirius was told by Dumbledore that he needed to leave the country, and let him handle trying to get him a trial. Well Sirius couldn’t help but realize after shaking off the compulsion charm that it was a load of bullshite. Sirius knew the one thing he had to do, which he really didn’t want to do was to take up his lordship as Lord Black.
He could still feel the family magic accepting, and he had a feeling his Grandfather Arcturus kept him as the Heir. Although his grandfather was a demanding and intimidating man, he would never bow down to anyone including a self proclaimed Dark Lord. Sirius also knew out of all the current Blacks besides Andromeda and Narcissa, his grandfather surprisingly didn’t strongly believe in the pureblood agenda. Arcturus knew the mundane born helped bring in new blood and helped vinograte the purebloods magical line.
So instead of heading out of the country Sirius turned Buckbeak to head to the one place he least wanted to go, his home number 12 Grimmauld Place. While on their journey there, Sirius couldn’t help but wonder why Amelia Bones never tried to help him considering they were engaged before everything went to shit.
‘You’d think your own fiance would believe in you that you wouldn’t kill your best friend and brother in all but blood. Now granted she doesn’t know I’m Harry’s blood godfather which makes it impossible for me to want him to see harm. I’ll wait to be upset with Amy until we can hopefully have a discussion on why she didn’t try to get me a trial or to even visit me.’ Sirius thought to himself as he tried to not let his emotions, and the damage the dementors did to him cloud his judgement on Amelia.
Sirius finally could see the city lights of London and knew they were getting close. He could only trust a couple people in his family, so he would only key them to the wards.
‘Alright first things first, key Narcissa and Andromeda back into the wards to bypass the fidelius charm. Then I hope one of them comes to me, Andi will know healers that could potentially come help me get back into form, whereas Cissa I have to hope hasn’t crumpled from Lucy’s pressure. If she hasn’t taken the mark and shows she doesn’t stand for the pureblood bullshite then she can help me get Harry and teach him the proper etiquette’ Sirius thought to himself as he realized they were coming up to his old home.
“Alright Buckbeak, we’ll land in the backyard and go from there, my friend.” Sirius said, receiving a nod from the hippogriff. They landed softly on the ground, once on the ground securely Sirius hopped off the Hippogriff, and slowly made his way to the backdoor.
As he reached for the doorknob on the back door he couldn’t stop his hands from trembling. He hated his home, he was abused by his mother here, and vowed to never return, but when it comes to his godson he would do anything to save him and protect him. He turned the doorknob, and stepped into the kitchen turning the lights on.
While he started walking to the kitchen table he couldn’t help but see the images of his family at the table when he was younger. At that moment the old family house elf popped into the kitchen.
“What is the blood traitor doing back here?” said the old house elf
“Kreacher, I can’t believe you’re still alive! And why am I here? Well I’m here to claim what is mine, and that's to take up my rightful spot as Lord Black!” said a smirking Sirius.
“Impossible, no way a blood traitor like you can be Lord Black! Leave NOW!” bellowed Kreacher causing Sirius to raise an eyebrow to him.
“Really? Is that so? Well how about you follow me to the ritual room and the basement where I can claim my lordship and see if the ring accepts me.” said Sirius, receiving a nod from Kreacher.
Sirius proceeded to leave the kitchen and head down the stairs to the basement with Kreacher following him. He entered the basement and headed to the ritual room where the Lord Black at the time would keep the ritual bowl to claim their lordship or heir ring.
He stepped into the ritual room in the basement, tucked behind a door, halfway dreading this. He had never wanted to be the Head of his family, but, in order to protect not only himself but Harry, he had to take on the full mantle of the Family Black. He whispered a small chant of Incendio and all the candles in the blackened iron wrought sconces on the walls of the round chamber lit at once, casting a glow of light to the chamber.
He moved to the small cabinet, the smell of the herbs and candle wax enveloping him. It reminded him of happier days in the Black House, when his grandfather had walked him through the ritual. The ritual he knew his eldest grandson would one day perform, taking up the Black family Mantel. The very ritual Sirius was about to perform. He shook his head and began taking out the things needed for the ritual. Tucked in the back of the cabinet was the box. He placed the box on the small altar, then began to set out the items for the ritual itself and began to set it up as he moved about the room.
A small black marbled bowl, set to the west, with a blue candle that smelled of the lake, where he and his brother had swum in the years before Hogwarts. To the north, he placed a dark green candle that smelled of winter and pine, with a small bowl of dark, brown dirt.
To the East, he placed an empty bowl and a dark purple candle that smelled like electricity and broom polish. And to the South, he placed a dark, fire-scarred bowl, and a deep red candle that smells like sulfur and burnt wood.
He removed his clothes and moved to the cleansing area and let the water slide over him, and he put on the black robes that had once belonged to his Grandfather. He breathed the smell of them in, smelling his pipe smoke on them still. He moved to the middle of the ritual room and then once more with a whispered “Incendio” the candles that created the circle lit all at once.
Sirius stood, and opened the box, revealing the House of Black Rings, the symbols of his Lordship, but it was up to Magick if he was deemed worthy of carrying it.
He took a deep breath, picking up the Lord Black ring, speaking clearly, his voice a bit raspy from lack of use.
“Lord and Lady Magick, I come before you, to take my place as the Lord of House Black. I am the last son of Orion and the eldest grandson of Arcturus. I come to you, to request you to honor my birthright, and not make me pure of blood, but Always Pure in Magick. I wish to correct the misdeeds of my family line, make my house what it was before, one strong in Magick and in you.” chanted Sirius, feeling a massive wave of magic rush through his body as he slowly put the lordship ring on his right ring finger not resizing on him yet until he was deemed worthy.
Sirius could feel Lord and Lady Magick judging the magic in his body if he was worthy of being a Lord. All of sudden he felt some of his lesser injuries starting to heal, and his mind getting a little bit less foggy from the dementors’ effect on him. He then felt the lordship ring on the right ring finger resize to fit his finger letting a small smile show his face as he saw Kreacher look on to him in shock.
“Master, I’m sorry for the things I said to you earlier, what would be your first order?” whispered Kreacher
“Kreacher fix up this manor, and get my dear mothers portrait off the wall please.” said a smirking Sirius, receiving a bow from the old elf.
(Meanwhile at Malfoy Manor)
Narcissa Malfoy walked around the Manor trying to avoid speaking to her dear husband Lucius. She wished she could have been such a rebel like her dear cousin Sirius or sister Andromeda, but when Andromeda ran off with Ted Tonks, and Sirius ran to the Potter’s she was forced to stay.
Last she knew, Lucius was in the parlor with some of his death eater buddies discussing what they want to do at the Quidditch World Cup this year. She honestly couldn’t stand these men in the manor, and she knew if her grandfather Arcturus was still around he’d be livid at how low the house of Black had fallen.
She was driven out of her thoughts when she felt the family magic sturried in her to let her know there is a new Lord Black. She finally might be able to get free of this burden of a Marriage if the new Lord Black is who she thought it was. She instantly started to make her way to the Floo. Once she got to the floo, she knew where she needed to go, not being able to help the smile across her face because her cousin must have put her back in the ward book.
“12 Grimmauld Place!” yelled Narcissa as she threw the floo powder into the fire. She stepped into it and disappeared from the manor.
*Meanwhile at the Tonks residence*
Andromeda was enjoying some peace and quiet, since her daughter Nymphodora was at the auror training academy. She couldn’t help, but think of her recently escaped cousin Sirius Black. She never really believed that Sirius would lead Voldemort to the Potters since she knew he saw James as a brother.
She was disturbed out of thoughts when she felt her family magic stir in her. Andi was a little put out from it considering she knew her Aunt kicked her out of the family, but considering her Aunt wasn’t the Lord of the family it didn’t surprise her one bit she could feel the Magic of a new Lord Black. Andi smiled to herself knowing who most likely the new Lord Black was as she suddenly remembered the home her cousin grew up in.
Andi stood up from her seat and started heading to her floo to go see her cousin once again. She picked up some floo powder from the pot and threw it into the fire, lighting it green. “12 Grimmauld Place!” yelled Andi stepping to the fireplace and leaving her cozy home behind. She stepped out of the fireplace to see her sister Narcissa.
“Cissa,” said Andi with a slight disdain in her voice, seeing her sister for the first time since being banished. She couldn’t help but notice her sister flinching from the disdain in her voice.
“Andi, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for everything!” whimpered out Narcissa as she started to break down in tears. Andromeda slowly walked up to her sister and pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay Cissa, I’m sure if you could’ve done something you would.”
Unbeknownst to them, Sirius was standing in the door watching the sister reunion, right then and there he knew he had to do everything in his power to make his family happy. He couldn’t help himself and walked over to the two, and surprised them by joining the hug.
“I’m going to do everything to fix this family, but I need both of you to help me with this though!” said Sirius with a serious expression on his face. “There’s a lot of things that need to be done to our family to bring it back to how Grandfather Arcturus wanted it to be. He ended up getting close with Charlus Potter, because of me running away to the Potter’s.”
“Yes, Aunt Dorea and Uncle Charlus always tried to at least get Cissa and I away from our parents and Aunt Walburga and Uncle Orion. They wanted to make sure we weren’t judgemental or anything on the mundane born or the half-bloods. I do miss them dearly, what do you want us to do Siri?” said Andi with a hint of sadness in her voice talking about her late Aunt and Uncle.
“Well for starters, we need to get me clear of all chargers. I never betrayed James and Lily, and even if for some reason I wanted to, I couldn’t. We did the Godfather ritual which doesn’t allow me to hurt Harry at all, and if I did I would be stripped of all of my magic. Next is to get Harry away from his relatives, if I’m correct his aunt and uncle abuse him. I have no clue why they never read their wills. If they did he wouldn’t be there, he would be with Amy or Andi.” said Sirius, as he took a break to take a sip of water that Kreacher provided him.
“Although I’m guessing Andi you felt the family magic to know there was a new Lord Black. My mother did technically “kick” you out of the family, so I’m reinstating you into the family as of this instance. I need to see a healer to help get me back into form and help with what the dementors did to me. The family magic helped a bit, but I still need a lot of work done to be able to take care of Harry. Do you know any mind healers that would be able to see me?” asked Sirius, as he looked at Andromeda with a hopeful expression on his face.
“I do in fact know of a mind healer that should be able to help you and make sure it doesn’t get out who they’re helping. I can take care of the rest since I’m still a healer. Now the other part of getting you freed, my husband Ted is a lawyer for both worlds, he should be able to help. I’ll ask Nymphadora why Amy hasn’t looked into your case. She’s a Junior Auror now. She had to go back to the academy today though to finish a few things up.” She finished speaking, receiving a nod from Sirius.
“Narcissa, I need to know, how is your marriage with Lucius?” Sirius said with disdain when bringing up Lucius’s name.
“Honestly, it’s not good. He has hit me a couple times when I wouldn’t take the mark of his precious Dark Lord. Unlike some of our family, I remember being told when I was younger that us Blacks bow to no one. We aren’t Bella who’s insane, we'll never take the mark. Now I do have a son, but he’s been brainwashed by his father. I don’t think I’d be able to convince Draco to leave his father. Sirius, can you annul the marriage contract and get me out of there?” Narcissa said, finishing the last bit in a whisper when asking to get out of the marriage contract.
“I’ll see it done Narcissa,” Sirius said, giving her a hug.