Prologue (1st part)
As Harry was sitting on his throne, in Hogwart’s Great Hall, he thought about the past and what led to this instant. He wondered what he should do to save his people, his family and his future. Should he pray to gods? To another divine being? He didn’t know…
He did a retrospective, starting with his childhood.
* Flashback *
31/07/1985
Harry slept in the cupboard under the stairs in the Dursleys' house, where he lived for the last four years. It happened after his parent’s death through a car accident, or at least that’s what his aunt told him. His ‘bedroom’ was quite small, 6 X 6 ft., with an old mattress on the floor along with his baby blanket, an old moldy pillow and two broken toys that had belonged to his cousin, Dudley. Also, Harry was dressed in rags, wearing the worn clothes of his cousin, who was already too big and had to get new ones. Instead of buying clothes for Harry, Petunia decided to give Dudley’s cast off to her nephew.
On top of that, he literally lived in his piss, not being allowed to leave his cupboard at night, caged like an animal. Thus, he could only relieve himself on the ground, and his aunt forced him each morning to clean the piss. In short, he lived in unbearable and inhumane conditions not understand why. Yet he didn’t care today, for he knew he was going to suffer. Weirdly enough, it was always the 31st of July that he suffered the most. His aunt liked to say it was the day of the demon's birth, probably referring to him.
Yet he did not understand why his birthday was a day of pain, while his cousin's birthday was a day of happiness. ‘Unfair’, he thought, and wanted it to change. At only five years old, he was quite smart and understood his surroundings. He could read, but had to hide it, as he knew that if he showed skills above his cousin’s, he would be put back in his place quite hard by his uncle.
Harry was awoken as his violently knocked on the cupboard’s door. He winced as he heard her shrill voice.
‘Wake up, freak! Prepare Breakfast, and you shan’t like the consequences if you mess it up! ’
Harry did not waste time and stood up, putting his glasses on his nose, old binoculars picked up at a flea market by his aunt so he could see properly. He then got out of his ‘jail room’ to go to the kitchen and prepare the Dursley’s breakfast. Being too small, he had to use a stool to access the stove.
‘And don’t overcook Bacon this time! Everything must be perfect for my Duddydum.” Petunia huffed.
‘Yes, Aunt Petunia.’ Harry answered tiredly.
He set about making a traditional breakfast for the Dursley’s. Fried eggs with bacon, toast, coffee for Vernon, hot chocolate for Dudley, and squeezed orange juice for Petunia. ‘It’s unfair, I’d like to be dotted on like Dudley’, Harry thought. He kept praying while preparing the meal. Finally, Vernon and Dudley entered the room, sitting around the table. As Vernon opened his newspaper (Petunia put it on the table before), he threw a glare in Harry’s direction.
‘I hope for your sake that everything’s well cooked, boy.’ The overweight man said.
Harry did not answer as he knew that Vernon did not like being answered to. ‘Please, to whomever may hear me, help me! I only want a normal family!’ prayed Harry once more.
Suddenly, Harry felt a strange sensation starting from his chest. This weird sensation spanned all his body, so much he dropped the pan in a shock. Vernon rose with a purple face as Harry cowered eyes closed, ready to administer a correction to the freak, when he froze. Noticing the lack of pain, Harry opened his eyes and saw that Petunia and Vernon stood frozen on the spot. All of a sudden, their eyes sparkled with light, like Dudley’s. He always wondered why their gazes were different from others, glazed and milky.
Vernon looked at Harry as if he was seeing him for the first time, paling as Petunia gasped in shock and quickly raised her hand to her mouth, trying to block a sob. She too was looking at Harry with a look so different from the usual one. For the first time in his life, Harry saw in their eyes emotions that weren’t disgust, hate or disdain.
Before he could react, Petunia rushed towards Harry to hug him, burst into tears, and kept mumbling. Harry had a hard time understanding what was going on, but he appreciated his first hug. He raised his head, fearing Vernon's reaction, yet he only saw sadness and regret.
‘What happened? How could we do such…vile things?’ Vernon asked, eyes wide.
For his part, Dudley was lost yet didn’t care. Only food interested him. Few minutes later, Petunia pulled away from Harry and apologized again and again, like a litany. Harry didn’t have time to act as she pulled him in her arms, and place him around the table, with a plate in front of him. Harry was a bit lost, yet appreciative.
‘Mum, why’s he eating ‘ith us?’ Dudley tried to say, still having a little trouble forming words.
‘It’s his birthday, Duddydum, and Harry’s your cousin. From now on, Harry shall eat with us, like a real family. Understood? ’Petunia answered with a watered smile.
Dudley shrugged and turned back to his plate. For his part, Vernon quickly grabbed his jacked and wallet as he left the house, not before whispering something in his wife's ear.
“Harry, you shan’t go gardening nor cooking. No more housework, understood?’ Petunia asked him.
‘Yes, Aunt Petunia. Can I ask why? ’Harry asked, intrigued by this change.
‘Let's just say that Vernon and I understood our past mistakes, and we behaved badly, but everything will change. Besides, you will not sleep anymore in this cupboard. You’ll sleep in the bedroom’s guest for now.” Said Petunia with a tear in her eye.
‘But that's Aunt Marge's room.’
‘Don’t worry, it’s just for a time. We’ll prepare the room next Dudley’s for you. Now eat.’ She explained.
‘All right, aunt Petunia.’ Harry answered, still haggard after this impromptu change, but he did not complain.
For the first time he enjoyed a breakfast. The day passed quietly, and Harry was able to enjoy television for the first time, and also read books owned by Petunia. She was delighted to hear (or rather, notice) that Harry could read, and was happy to give him interesting books, gushing on him. Harry blushed a lot as she never once before gushed on him. Vernon came back quite later in the afternoon, and as he entered the house, he whispered something in Petunia's ear, and she followed him, ordering Harry and Dudley not to leave Dudley's room. The two kids then began to play quietly with the figurines scattered in the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Vernon, helped by Petunia, went down to take all the groceries and things he bought. There were several gift packages, as well as a beautiful Black Forest gateau that he had bought in a French pastry shop not far away. They laid everything in the living room and placed the gateau, adorned with five candles, on the dining room’s table. Without wasting time, Petunia called the boys. They were fast, and Harry's eyes widened at the sight of the splendid pastry. That's when he saw Vernon with a large smile.
‘Happy birthday, Harry.’ Vernon told him as he lighted up the candles.
Slowly, Petunia and Vernon began to sing a Happy Birthday song to Harry, which made him cry with joy. Harry then went over to the gateau, and when the song was over, he blew out the candles, wishing that it wasn’t a dream. They ate the pastry afterwards.
‘I took a day off for tomorrow.’ Vernon said.
‘Good idea. I am guessing it's for picking up furniture?’ Petunia asked.
‘Indeed. We'll all go to stores together and buy everything Harry needs, he can choose what he wants for his room. ’Exclaimed Vernon.
‘Really?’ Harry asked shyly, looking at Vernon with hopeful eyes.
‘Yes, Harry. I swear that from now on, you’ll be treated like a prince. ’Vernon answered with his large smile.
Harry could only smile back, enjoying the chocolate gateau. Right after that, Petunia covered his eyes and took him to the living room. The night had already fallen. Harry's heart was pounding hard, not knowing what to expect. Then Petunia removed her hands, and Harry saw a mountain of gifts.
‘Happy Birthday!’
Shouted the two adults, and even Dudley, who was all excited.
Harry cried and hugged Petunia and Vernon in his arms. He opened his presents, discovering toys, stuffed animals and clothes that fit him.
‘We'll put all your toys in your room tomorrow, once it's ready, okay?’ Vernon asked.
‘Okay!’ Harry answered happily.
‘Well, time to go to bed! We have a busy day on the morrow.” Petunia said, taking the two boys upstairs.
She bathed them, made them brush their teeth, and made them wear pyjamas. Harry was wearing a pretty blue pyjama with stars that Vernon had just bought him. She first took Dudley to his room and tucked him. Then she took Harry to his temporary room and tucked him as well.
‘Good night, my love.’ Petunia bade him goodnight.
‘Good night, mum.’ Harry answered, tired and with his eyes closed.
He fell asleep immediately, not noticing Petunia’s wide gaze hearing the ‘mum’ word. She then left the room, leaving the door open, as for Dudley. She went down to the living room, where she found Vernon with a glass of bourbon in his hand, sitting in his armchair, looking thoughtful. For once, she also took a glass of bourbon to sit in front of him.
‘What happened?’ Vernon asked, referring to their behaviour.
‘I'm not certain, but I have some idea, and I don’t like it.’ Petunia replied with a pensive look.
‘Which ones?’ Vernon asked, puzzled.
‘Dumbledore's letter. I remember my sister telling me that you can charm objects to change people's behaviour. I think the old man bewitched us to hate magic and Harry’. Petunia theorised.
‘But why? What does he gain from this? ’Vernon asked, not liking the fact that someone could bewitch him.
‘I'm not sure, but I may have a guess. The letter said that Harry had defeated the so-called Dark Lord and that James and my sister were killed by this wizard. As I understand it, Harry is very famous among wizards, a living legend like Merlin.’ Petunia answered, eyes narrowing.
‘I still don’t see how Harry’s maltreatment can help the fucking old coot.’ Vernon cursed.
‘I suppose he was counting on us to mistreat him and hide the magical world from him. He probably wanted to come here and present himself as a messiah in front of Harry, as his saviour, saving him from horrible muggles! Surely to make him his puppet.” Petunia explained.
‘But why? I don’t understand. And what’s a muggle? ’Vernon asked.
‘A muggle is a non-magical person, like us. Quite derogatory. And for Harry, I think it's a matter of politics. James Potter, Harry's father, was a very rich and powerful Lord, and Harry his only heir. If I remember correctly, wizards have their own government, and are led by nobles. Harry, being famous through his victory, besides being the heir to an important house and a large fortune, becomes the perfect political tool, and I'm sure this old fool intends to use Harry.” Petunia explained at last.
‘We're not going to let him do it, right?’ Vernon said, his voice deep and full of disgust of Dumbledore.
‘Oh no, we're not going to let him get away with it. We're going to raise Harry right, and we're going to tell him everything about magic. I even think we will have to go to their bank to learn more.” Petunia answered with a sadistic smirk, already thinking about her revenge.
‘A bank? Where is it?’ Vernon asked, stunned.
‘I think I remember that this bank was called Gringotts, and it's in a neighbourhood called Diagon Alley, a magical district hidden in London. It can be reached through an old pub called The Leaky Cauldron, located at Charing Cross Road. I went with my sister when we bought her supplies the second time, and I remember that Gringotts was run by goblins. ’Petunia explained.
‘Goblins? These things do exist? ’Vernon wondered, almost spitting out his bourbon.
‘Yes, they really exist, like all other creatures of our fairy tales. Although we will have to be very careful when we go there.” Petunia said, looking out the window, across the house.
‘Why is that?’ Vernon asked, following her gaze.
‘Don’t you find it weird that the day after Harry arrived, a weird woman who never leaves her house and who often watches us came here, and in the house opposite to us? I think she may be a spy for the old pervert. Must be a squib. ’ Petunia explained with suspicion.
‘A squib? What is it? ’Vernon asked, puzzled.
‘A Squib is a magicless person born in a magical family.” Quickly explained Petunia.
‘And you think the crazy lady-cat is a spy?’ Said Vernon.
‘Yes, I'm sure. But we will take care of her in due time. We should go to sleep, we have a lot to do on the morrow. ’Replied Petunia.
‘You're right, darling. Let’s go to bed.’ Vernon smiled.
They climbed the stairs, watching as Dudley and Harry slept, before heading to their room, thinking. They did not see Harry's opened eyes in the dark.
‘Dumbledore ... It's all Dumbledore's fault ... I hate him!’ Harry thought before going back to sleep.
\Break/
09/26/1985
It had been a few months since life for Harry at the Dursleys had changed, and all for the better. He now lived in his own bedroom, which earlier was Dudley's second bedroom, and everything had been arranged to his liking. There was a large bed, a large wardrobe and a library. A desk had been added, obviously dedicated to future use, when he will be bigger.
Vernon and Petunia had also decided to reveal everything to Harry, especially after a case of accidental magic, which changed the Petunia’s hair colour, from blond to blue, to the delight of Dudley and Harry. Harry learned that his father was a wizard, and moreover a Lord. He also learned that his mother and Aunt were in fact adopted by the Evans family, both sisters coming from the same adoption house. Harry learned that lily was a brilliant witch, and that she was not an alcoholic slut.
So on this day, the Dursleys decided to take Harry to Diagon Alley to try to find out more about the wizarding world, to get books, if possible, to help Harry with magical culture, and finally, inquire at Gringotts about Harry's legacy.
They arrived quietly at Charing Cross Road, and Vernon needed to held Petunia’s hand to see the Leaky Cauldron. Weirdly enough, she always could see it, as Dudley. She wondered if she was a squib, as Lily was her real sister. They did not hesitate to enter the old building, finding several wizards and witches talking or eating, dressed in robes and other clothes dating certainly from the Middle-Ages or maybe renaissance. Not wasting time, Petunia immediately led them to the counter where there was a man she knew to be the manager.
‘Good morning! My name is Tom, what can I do for you? ’Asked the man at the counter with a large and king smile.
‘Good Morning. We would like to access Diagon Alley, as my husband and I are squibs, we cannot open the portal.” Petunia answered with a polite smile.
‘Oh? You should use the floo next time, much easier for squibs.’ Tom explained.
‘I forgot to buy more floo powder, so we need to buy some and books for my nephew. Unlike us, he’s not a squib.’ Replied Petunia, lying a bit.
She completely forgot that Lily paid to link their Chimney to the floo network. In fact, she stored the floo powder in an urn on the chimney, making it look like a funeral urn.
‘Really? Who is it? ’Tom asked, curious.
Petunia didn’t notice the listening wizards around her. She then revealed Harry.
“Let me introduce my nephew, Harry Potter.’ She revealed.
A deafening silence fell on the tavern, the wide-eyed wizards gasping, gawking at the boy. Immediately, Tom turned his gaze to Harry's forehead and saw the lightning-shaped scar.
‘Merlin’s beard! It’s Harry Potter! ’The man joyfully said.
Suddenly, a monster hubbub seized the tavern, and it was a real cacophony. The wizards all headed towards Harry to touch or watch him, but were quickly pushed back by Vernon.
Tom did not waste time and took them directly to the back of the tavern to open the way to Diagon Alley. The Dursley family did not waste time and headed for the Gringotts Bank, followed closely by a delirious crowd who wanted at all costs see Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. They arrived in front of the Bank quickly, to be greeted by the two goblins guarding the entrance who opened the door. As they entered, the noticed a warning written above the door:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
of what awaits the sin of greed
for those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
a treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
of finding more than treasure there.
The inscription made Vernon uneasy, who understood the implied threat. The goblins were probably the last creatures to annoy.
They entered the Bank and headed straight for the central stand, occupied by a goblin better dressed than others. He watched the family closely, and his gaze lingered on Harry's scar. His eyes widened as he realized Harry Potter was facing him.
‘Good Morning, master goblin. We would like more information about my nephew, Harry Potter. We would also like to know why we have not received statements about his affairs and get access to the will of my sister, Lily Jane Potter and her husband, James Charlus Potter.’ Petunia asked, repeating what Vernon had told her.
The goblin's eyes widened once again at the woman's politeness in front of him. He pressed a button hidden under his desk to call the Potter family's account manager.
“Good morning. I am Ralnuk, the Senior Bank teller, and I assure you that soon you will have all the answers you desire. The Potter family account manager, Glomgold shall take care of you.” Replied the goblin.
A few seconds later, Glomgold arrived and motioned for the Dursley family to follow him to his office. They arrived in a large office, and the goblin went to his seat, inviting them to sit down in front.
‘What can I do for you?’ asked Glomgold.
‘As we told your Senior Teller earlier, we want to know more about my nephew Harry Potter's assets and accounts. We also want to know why we did not receive his monthly statements or a summary of his parents' will. I'm Vernon Dursley, and this is my wife, Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt. And our son, Dudley.’ Vernon explained, taking the lead.
‘I see. First and foremost, we will have to prove that he’s indeed Harry Potter.” He took a white stone out of his drawer. “He only needs to hold this stone. If he really is Harry Potter, then the stone will shine blue. On the other hand, if it is not the case, then the stone will be red. In that case, I can promise you that you will not come out of this bank alive.’ The goblin said with a cruel smile, handing them the stone.
The Dursleys nodded and handed the stone to Harry. He took the stone, which began to shine with a bluish glow. The goblin was satisfied and retrieved the stone without delay.
‘Great, now that we have verified his identity, I will be able to answer your questions. To begin, know that I send, personally if I can add, your weekly and monthly statements. Weirdly enough, these statements were confirmed. ’The Goblin pointed out, showing a letter with Dumbledore's signature.
‘Why the hell is his signature valid?’ Petunia asked, surprised.
‘Well, Albus Dumbledore is the magical guardian of Harry Potter. Weren’t you aware? ’The surprised goblin asked.
‘No, not at all! We never saw him, he just left my nephew on our door step in the night of 01/11/1981 and that's it!” Petunia yelled, quite upset.
‘I see. You can then confirm that Harry Potter never stayed in Dumbledore's presence for over a year, right?’ The goblin asked, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
Petunia just nodded, and a carnivorous smile appeared on the goblin's face. He then took a scroll from his desk and began writing quickly on it. After a few seconds the parchment began to shine, and a gleam of pure pleasure could be seen in the goblin's eyes.
“In this case, Albus Dumbledore can no longer be considered the magical guardian of Harry Potter. I still want to add that this tutelage was completely illegal, and that the official guardian is Sirius Black, who is currently in Azkaban, but it is not important. Who should I name as a magical guardian? ’Asked the goblin.
‘Can I?’ Petunia asked.
‘Yes, you can. Contrary to popular belief, squibs can get a wizard’s tutelage. In this case, you are now officially considered Harry’s guardian”. Revealed the goblin.
Petunia frowned a bit.
“How do you know that I’m a squib?” She asked, wondering about her true lineage.
“Quite easy. Goblins can see magical signatures and auras, that’s in our nature. I know that you’re a squib, as your son. But your husband don’t have a magical signature, thus he’s a muggle. In fact, you have a similar signature as your nephew, thus I know that you’re his aunt by blood.” Glomgold answered with a smile.
Petunia blinked, quite dazed. So she was right and was indeed a squib. Knowing this information, she smiled. But Vernon was more interested on this tutelage.
‘Perfect. On the other hand, how to explain the illegal tutelage? ’Vernon asked, puzzled.
‘It's very simple. Albus Dumbledore sealed the wills of James and Lily Potter, under his authority as Chief Warlock of Wizengamot, and then declared himself the legal guardian of their child, Harold James Potter. ’Then revealed the goblin.
‘Can’t we unseal it?’ Vernon asked.
‘Unfortunately, no. The only way would be to unseal it, and to do this, you will have to either get the approval of the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, who is still Albus Dumbledore, or a vote on the part of the Wizengamot. As squibs and muggles, you cannot start proceedings, and only Harry can. On the other hand, we were able to appoint you as legal guardians, and as a result, Dumbledore will no longer have access to the accounts of the young Mr. Potter. We will also redirect the mail to your address. Albus Dumbledore, as guardian, ordered the redirection of all mail to his personal home in Godric's Hollow.’ Explained Glomgold.
‘We want to buy some books for Harry so that he has the necessary knowledge for his official entry into the wizarding world. Any recommendations?’ Petunia asked.
‘I recommend the Flourish & Blotts shop, and ask them directly for books on the wizarding world, ethics among wizards, manners, as well as the political climate of the wizarding world and the general history of the Wizarding World, Magical Creatures and Albion. Do you have any currency to pay for these books?’ Asked the goblin.
‘Yes, we have some pounds that we will use.’ Vernon answered.
‘That will not be enough, we use our own currency, Mr. Dursley. I'm going to give you a Wizards Credit Card, directly linked to one of Mr. Potter's accounts. It will remain limited to 500 galleons a month, which represents a total of £ 2500 in muggle money. I can assure you, this card also works in muggle dispensers and other shops, with a 5% exchange rate, which would then leave you £2375 a month in the muggle world. Does this suit you?’ Glomgold asked.
‘That will be enough, thank you. On the other hand, would it be possible to delay updating Harry's information? We do not want to inform Dumbledore.’ Petunia asked, thinking about the old man’s schemes.
‘We can. Know that this old geezer isn’t well liked among us, and that we will do all that is possible to annoy him. So, we will continue to send him false statements, and say that the accounts are temporarily blocked until the coming of Harry Potter.’ Explained the goblin with a smirk.
‘Block the accounts? Why?’ Vernon asked suspiciously.
‘ Well, according to our records, Albus Dumbledore took a total of 500 galleons a month from Mr. Potter's account for his own, and paid Molly Weasley 250G a month. The account is replenished each year by the master account up to a total cap of 10 000 galleons, Dumbledore theoretically stole the total sum of 36 000 Gallions, or £180 000 in four years.’ Revealed the goblin.
‘180 000 pounds? How dare this fucking son of a bitch steal from my nephew? I’ll strange him with his beard and snap his neck! ’Shouted Vernon, red with anger.
‘All right, do as want. Could you also repatriate all the keys? I know my sister had one for her vault.’ Petunia asked.
The goblin nodded and opened a small chest, having already repatriated the keys. He then gave Petunia a small golden key, explaining that it was Harry's trust vault, and that they would have to go back to Gringotts to get gold if there was not enough with the card.
Petunia and Vernon thanked the goblin, took the key and left the bank to buy the books Harry needed, and floo powder. After buying all necessities, they went back to Privet Drive and Harry plunged into his books, cursing Dumbledore once again, but also the Weasleys.
* Flashback end *
Apart from that moment, his life had changed dramatically. He was able to grow as he should have been, living in relative financial security, never lacking anything. Over the years, and with a balanced diet, he finally lost his glasses, no longer required, which had delighted him to the highest point. He had gone to school with Dudley, still being the first in his class, quickly learning everything he needed.
He also devoured the books on the wizarding world, learning all he needed to know about the Potters and their importance in the wizarding world. At the age of eleven, he was fetched by Hagrid from the Dursleys, and as agreed with his aunt, he pretended not to know anything about the wizarding world to avoid putting Dumbledore's notice on him. He picked up his wand directly from Ollivander, and was delighted to hear that it was Voldemort's twin wand.
At Gringotts, he took the opportunity to learn a little more about the inheritance tests, and decided to take one, seeing no harm. He took advantage of Hagrid's idiocy to convince him to go get a beer. In fact, Hagrid had gone looking for an owl, Hedwig, to offer it to Harry. He still remembered the most astonishing result of his inheritance test. He had kept the old parchment with him as a souvenir, and looked down to read it again.
UsedName (also known as Protection Name for Unwanted Magical Contract):
Harry Potter
True Name (Necessary for Magical Contracts):
Harold James Potter
Titles:
Prince (Pendragon)
Heir
Houses and Affiliations:
-Heir of the Most Royal and the Most Exalted House of Pendragon (By Paternal-Maternal Reconciliation)
-Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell (Paternal- Absorbed in Potter)
-Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (Paternal and Proclamation)
-Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Gryffindor (Paternal- Absorbed in Potter)
-Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin (Maternal / Conquering)
-Heritage of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter (Paternal)
direct Family relations:
Father: James Charlus Potter (deceased) (Pureblood)
Mother: Lily Merope Potter born Riddle (deceased) (pureblood)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (Illegally Incarcerated) (Pureblood)
Godmother: Alice Liliane Longbottom (Interned for Long-term Illness) (Pureblood)
Godbrother: Neville Frank Longbottom (Pureblood)
Legal Tutor: Petunia Marcanon Dursley born Riddle (Pureblood, Squib)
Indirect family relations:
Maternal Grandfather: Tom Marvolo Riddle (Unknown) (pureblood)
Maternal Grandmother: Melinda Rosier (deceased) (Pureblood)
Paternal Grandfather: Fleamont Potter (deceased) (Pureblood)
Paternal Grandmother: Euphemia Potter (deceased) (Pureblood)
Cousins: Nymphadora Tonks (Pureblood), Dudley Dursley (Half-Blood, Squib), Draconus Malfoy (Pureblood), Narcissa Malfoy (Pureblood), Bellatrix Lestrange née Black (Incarcerated, Pureblood), Andromeda Tonks née Black (Pureblood)
At first, he had a hard time believing what was written, but he did not look any further. Of course, he realized then that he should research the Riddle family, as he didn’t know anything about it at all, but remembered that the Gaunt family was Slytherin's. Unfortunately, he did not understand what he had done to be the heir of Arthur Pendragon and Merlin, also known as Prince-Consort Myrdin Pendragon né Emrys.
He also warned his aunt about her true parentage. She was delighted to know more about her parents, but found it weird that her father was considered “unknown”.
On 01/09/1991, Harry boarded the Hogwarts Express, carefully avoiding the Weasley, and met Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. He soon became friends with them, which did not result in a skewed view of the Slytherin house. Harry still remembered his presentation.
* Flashback *
Harry was quietly looking for a wagon to settle in when he saw the redheads he wanted to avoid. He did not hesitate to enter the first wagon he saw, even though it was full. There were three people inside, three boys. There was a pretty blue-eyed blond, and two rather muscular boys with ugly faces.
“Excuse me, can I sit down with you? I want to avoid some unwanted persons, and they are on the way to the other wagons.’ Harry asked.
‘Of course. My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy, heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Malfoy.’ said the blond, holding out his hand.
‘Gregory Goyle, heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Goyle.’ Presented one of the gorillas.
‘Vincent Crabbe, heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Crabbe.’ Told the other Gorilla.
Harry looked at them and thought back to the books on wizarding etiquette he had read. He had to introduce himself by his full name, and he hoped they would not make a fuss of it.
‘ Harold James Potter, heir to the Most Royal and Most Exalted House of Pendragon and Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble houses of Potter, Slytherin, Gryffindor and Black ‘ Harry stood up, shaking Draco's hand.
The other three young wizards gazed as they were stunned, surprised to have the famous Harry Potter with them. Draco then noted the different families used by Harry.
“Arthur and Merlin?! You are the heir to the throne? ’Draco said with a high pitched voice.
‘Indeed. I myself was stunned when I learnt about this from the goblins.’ Harry said, blushing under the attention.
‘You really have a scar?’ Vincent asked.
Harry just nodded and lifted his bangs to show his scar, earning a hiccup of stupor from the three boys. For his part, Draco was delighted to see that Harry knew the pureblood traditions, and then rethought his father's orders, who had asked him to watch Harry and keep in touch with him, telling his son that Harry was in fact the grandson of the Dark Lord. He also told him to never look at Dumbledore in the eyes.
* end flashback *
He was really amused by the reaction of one who would later become his best friend, Draco Malfoy. He also remembered one of Glomgold's messages, his account manager, informing him that Dumbledore had tried to pay Molly Weasley money once again, but also Ginevra Weasley, Ronald Weasley and some nobody named Hermione Granger. Of course, Harry did everything humanly possible to avoid them. It was obvious when he was assigned to one of the Hogwarts Houses that Dumbledore realized that there was a problem.
* Flashback * (first part from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone book)
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right – the rest of the school must already be here – but Professor McGonagall showed the first-years into a small empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously
‘Welcome to Hogwarts,’ said Professor McGonagall. ‘The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room.
‘The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
‘The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarted yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.’ Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville’s cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron’s smudged nose.
‘I will return when we are ready for you,’ said Professor McGonagall. ‘Please wait quietly.’
‘How exactly do they sort us into houses?’ He asked Draco, intrigued.
‘My father told me it was a secret, so it may be tests.’
Harry’s heart gave a horrible jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But he didn’t know any magic yet – what on earth would he have to do? He hadn’t expected something like this the moment they arrived. He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified too. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she’d learnt and wondering which one she’d need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her as he wanted only one thing, which was to gut her so that she would stop blabbering. He kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom. Then something happened which made him jump about a foot in the air – several people behind him screamed.
‘What the –?’
He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to each other and hardly glancing at the first-years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying, ‘Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance –’
‘My dear Friar, haven’t we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he’s not really even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?’
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first-years.
Nobody answered.
‘New students!’ said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. ‘About to be sorted, I suppose?’
A few people nodded mutely.
‘Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!’ said the Friar. ‘My old house, you know.’
‘Move along now,’ said a sharp voice. ‘The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start.’
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. ‘Now, form a line,’ Professor McGonagall told the first-years, ‘and follow me.’
Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Draco behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles which were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the Hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first-years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upwards and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.
He heard Hermione whisper, ‘It’s bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.’
Harry had also read the story of Hogwarts, and he did not tell it to everyone. He frankly found this hellish girl annoying.
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard’s hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn’t have let it in the house.
Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing – noticing that everyone in the Hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth – and the hat began to sing:
‘Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
your top hats sleek and tall,
for I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
and I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
so try me on and I will tell you
where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
those patient Hufflepuffs are true
and unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
you'll make your real friends,
those cunning folks use any means
to achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
for I'm a Thinking Cap!’
The whole Hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
‘So we’ve just got to try on the hat!’ Draco whispered to Harry.
Harry smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn’t feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
‘When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,’ she said. ‘Abbott, Hannah!’
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment’s pause –
‘HUFFLEPUFF!’ shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
‘Bones, Susan!’
‘HUFFLEPUFF!’ shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
‘Boot, Terry!’
‘RAVENCLAW!’
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
‘Brocklehurst, Mandy’ went to Ravenclaw too, but ‘Brown, Lavender’ became the first new Gryffindor and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could see redhead twins catcalling
‘Bulstrode, Millicent’ then became a Slytherin. The Slytherin table seemed to be made up of quite distinct students, and less likely to be silly, which Harry liked a lot. Maybe he was made for Slytherin? Was he not its heir?
‘Finch-Fletchey, Justin!’
‘HUFFLEPUFF!’
Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. ‘Finnigan, Seamus’, the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
‘Granger, Hermione!’
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
‘GRYFFINDOR!’ Shouted the hat as Draco sneered, muttering a ’good riddance’.
A horrible thought struck Harry, as horrible thoughts always do when you’re very nervous. What if he wasn’t chosen at all? What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and he’d better get back on the train? But he comforted himself that his passing at Gringotts had proved his belonging to the Magical World.
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who was constantly losing his toad, was called, he stumbled and fell as he approached the stool. The Sorting Hat took a long time to decide. Finally, he shouted:
‘GRYFFINDOR.’
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted ‘GRYFFINDOR’, Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to ‘MacDougal, Morag’. Draco swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, ‘SLYTHERIN!’
Draco went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself. He looked at Harry as he sat down and waved at him, hoping he'd join him.
There weren’t many people left now.
‘Moon’ ... ‘Nott’ ... ‘Parkinson’ ... then a pair of twin girls, ‘Patil’ and ‘Patil’ ... then ‘Perks, Sally-Anne’ ... and then, at last –
‘Potter, Harry!’
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
‘Potter, did she say?’
‘The Harry Potter?’
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the Hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.
‘Hmm,’ said a small voice in his ear. ‘Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting ... So where shall I put you?’
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, ‘Not Gryffindor, not Gryffindor.’
‘Not Gryffindor, eh?’ said the small voice. ‘Oh, I understand. You are suspicious of Dumbledore, and you are right. Indeed, you are smart, and cunning. Gryffindor is not made for you, even if you are its heir. But what do you really know about Dumbledore?’
Harry became thoughtful then answered. ’Not much, but I know he’s dangerous as he tried to bewitch my family to abuse me, and he paid the Weasleys and Granger.’
‘Excellent, you learn quickly, my boy,’ answered the small voice. ‘Yet you will find in time, that not all Weasleys are under Dumbledore’s thumb. You know, you could order me, and I'll put you in the house of your choice.’
Harry was stunned. ’Order it? What do you mean?’
‘Do not take me for a fool, you know that I know as I previously mentioned, young Harry. You are the heir of Gryffindor and Slytherin. This school belongs to you as everything in it, me included. It is time to sort you, so better be ... SLYTHERIN!’
A silence fell over the room, students being surprised that Harry Potter was not going to Gryffindor. Suddenly, the silence was broken by applause from the Slytherin side, with Draco Malfoy leading his pairs. It was a trigger, and all at Slytherin students stood up to applaud their hero, and those who knew, among them, the heir of the Dark Lord. They were later joined by the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, but not Gryffindor’s.
As for the teachers sitting at the head table, their reactions were varied. A funny little fellow seemed astonished, and McGonagall seemed disappointed. But the most amusing thing for Harry was seeing Dumbledore's worried look, comfortably seated on his golden throne at the centre of the table. He did not notice the intrigued gazes of Severus Snape and Quirinus Quirell.
* Flashback end *
His first year was swift. He was slightly angered by Severus Snape, his Head of House and potions teacher, but Snape eventually accepted Harry as he was, especially when Harry made reference to the friendship between Snape and his mother. Throughout the year, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger tried to become his friend through various means, but Harry ignored their pitiful attempts.
Fortunately for Hermione, she was save from a troll’s wrath by Dumbledore. ‘A pity’, Harry thought. He hoped she’d become part of the walls…
He was still drawn by the third-floor corridor, and with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, went to inspect.
They discovered a Cerberus, a three-headed dog, and being a fan of mythology since his tender age, he remembered the myth of Orpheus. He thus put the dog to sleep through a song.
They quietly passed the flap, and so fell into a plant, a Devil's Snare, nothing that a simple Lumos Solem could not solve. For the Quidditch test, they let Draco take care of it, and when they had to face a Troll, they all used a Bombarda Maxima that literally exploded the beast.
Harry finally faced a sort of magical chessboard, and being smart, he won, arriving in front another test. They recognised their Head of House imprint. Seeing that there was only enough potion for one person, as Harry resolved the riddle, it was Harry who swallowed the Fire-protection potion to finally arrive at the last test.
Harry wasn’t prepared for Quirell. He still managed to defeat him, and in a flash of genius, Harry hid the Philosopher's stone in a charmed-bag he had brought with him. This bag, made by goblins, had a notice-me-not charm woven in the fabric, thus Harry was the only one able to see it. Finally, he destroyed the mirror to erase his passage, not seeing Voldemort's spectre flying straight through him. He fainted.
Thus, his first-year ended and Slytherin won the House-Cup. Harry was proud of stealing the stone under Dumbledore's eyes and beard, which he later deposited in his vault at Gringotts, placing the goblins in the confidence.
During the summer Harry was invited by none other than Lucius Malfoy to spend his holidays at Malfoy Manor. He learned all he needed to know about his grandfather, and Lucius confessed to him the real reasons Voldemort had waged this war, for the suppression of magical anti-creature laws, as well as for the full integration of the muggleborns in the wizarding society by bringing them into the wizarding world much earlier, and preferably by permanently erasing the memory of the parents, so that the child can be adopted through a blood ritual in a wizarding family.
He also explained that Voldemort’s daughters were kidnapped and his wife killed.
Harry also discovered that his grandfather was a real genius, just like him, before he became mad after creating his many horcruxes and splinting his soul, which Lucius had previously explained to him. Moreover, Lucius did not hesitate to tell him that the Death Eaters were still active, but their loyalty was directly to Harry, since the Mark was in fact related to Voldemort's blood, and thus to Harry. Harry also warned Lucius that the Mark was technically linked to Petunia and Dudley.
Lucius was glad to know that Petunia was Lily’s real sister. He always thought Petunia was a muggle, as he didn’t know that one of Voldemort’s daughter was a squib.
Following the discovery of Horcruxes, and the madness of Voldemort, they agreed to search and destroy horcruxes, Lucius then revealed the Diary. Harry theorized that when a Horcrux was destroyed, the soul-part went back to the original one.
Lucius then explained to Harry that he was discreetly going to place it at the Weasley's house, so that they could take it to the Ministry and destroy it without raising any suspicions about the Malfoy.
Harry took the opportunity to inquire about Sirius Black, and discovered the absence of a trial. Now having doubts, he asked Lucius to organize if possible, a trial, to be sure of his guilt. To make Harry's life easier, Lucius offered Dobby, a House Elf, to Harry.
The second year went quietly, except for the little problem with his grandfather's horcrux hidden in a diary, as the Weasley never noticed it, so Lucius' plan backfired a bit and endangered Harry and his own son. He discovered the Chamber of Secrets and Selene, his ancestor’s basilisk. Unfortunately, he could not take advantage of it as he was joined in the Chamber by none other than Ginny Weasley, possessed by Voldemort’s horcrux. Before she could react, Harry ordered the snake to destroy the Diary, immediately destroying the receptacle, and erased Ginny's memory.
To his astonishment, he was joined by Fawkes, who was carrying with him the Sorting Hat. He had his answer later, when Selene begged him to free her from this infernal and immortal life without her master. The sword of his ancestor, Godric Gryffindor, then appeared in the Sorting Hat, and with a lament from Fawkes, he pierced Selene's mouth, ending her days, parting with a last thank you for this mercy. The sword was soaked with her venom, but unfortunately Harry had pierced his arm with one of her fangs.
Fortunately, Fawkes being close to him, could cry over his wound to heal the wound and purify the blood. Harry also discovered that he could now summon the sword of Gryffindor whenever he saw fit.
For the rest of the year, Harry's relationship with Snape and the rest of the school (apart from Gryffindor because of Ron and Hermione) developed well, and during a duel, organized by their new teacher, Lockhart, his parseltongue ability was revealed to all. Of course, the Slytherins were ecstatic about this discovery, the Ravenclaws intrigued and curious, the Hufflepuffs thought nothing of it, and of course the Gryffindors accused him of being a dangerous Dark Wizard and the second coming of Voldemort (Ironic as Harry is Voldemort's grandson, but they didn't know this). So, when the news spread through the Wizarding World, Harry, helped by Lucius, revealed that his mother and Aunt were Slytherin's descendant, and that his father was Gryffindor’s.
It was a complete shock to the wizarding community, and many Gryffindors students were uncomfortable after hearing that they badmouthed the descendant of their house founder. The year ended quietly, and Lockhart was arrested for sexual harassment and attempted rape of minors, which, at the same time, revealed his fraudulent works. As Dumbledore did the hiring, his reputation went down the drain.
Seeing Dumbledore’s reputation at its worst, Lucius and Harry took this opportunity to seek a trial for Sirius Black, a trial that was quickly put in place, especially when Fudge discovered that he could gain a lot of glory by fixing the mistakes of his predecessors and, on top of that, destroy Dumbledore's reputation.
The trial was swift, and the Wizarding World was once again turned upside down when they learned that they had arrested an innocent person from the beginning, and especially when they learned that Dumbledore knew the truth, being the one who had set up the Fidelius. Following this, the old man lost his title of Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and his position as Chief Warlock of Wizengamot, keeping only his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts.
It was a landslide victory for the dark side of the Wizengamot (and the grey side), even more so when they were officially joined by the House of Black with Sirius. They were also joined by the Houses of Potter, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Gaunt and Peverell when Sirius became Harry's magical guardian, with his permission and that of Petunia. In addition, Harry began living with Sirius at Grimmauld, and the encounter between him and the portrait of Walburga Black was memorable.
* Flashback *
07/26/1992
After lot of talking with his aunt and her husband and a promise of a monthly visit, Harry decided to live with his godfather, Sirius Black. He was taken to Grimmauld Place, the Black's Ancestral Manor, hidden by a powerful Fidelius spell, along with other muggle-repelling wards. Sirius told him as he opened the door.
‘Go on Harry, I'm sure you'll love living with me.’
Harry chuckled as he entered. No sooner had he set foot inside the old house that he noticed the state of disrepair and abandonment of the once splendid Manor. He sneezed due to so much dust, and was surprised by Kreacher, the Black House elf.
‘The blood-traitor is back!’ exclaimed the crazy elf. ‘Oh, poor mistress is not going to be happy. The traitor brought a vile half-blood, poor, poor Kreacher.’
Frowning, Harry wondered why the magical slave thought him a half-blood. Wasn’t he aware of the last news? Noticing the elf’s state, he understood that Kreacher didn’t left the Manor since his Mistress’ death in 1985, thus he wasn’t aware of Harry’s true lineage. The elf just saw the scar and thought that was Harry Potter the Half-Blood mongrel.
Hardly had the elf finished speaking than Harry heard a shrill scream that made him jump, and startled Sirius at the same time.
‘What? Who dares enter the Abode of the Black? I hope it's not my traitor of a son! Show yourself!’
Harry, closely followed by Sirius who was intrigued to see how his godson was going to react, went to the stairs to find a portrait of a woman, Walburga Black. The portrait looked at Harry haughtily, before focusing on Sirius.
‘How dare you come back, blood-traitor?’
‘It is my home, you wench! And whether you like it or not, I am the Lord of the House of Black so live with it!’ Sirius answered with a certain vehemence.
She stared at him before focusing on Harry. As she saw his scar, he demeanour worsened.
‘How dare you bring this half-breed mongrel here? In my home? Shame on you, child of my loin!’
‘What a shame to see a so-called pure-blood show herself in public in such a way. Oh my, isn't this a blood traitor way?’, Harry said in a trailing voice. ‘How the mighty have fallen, the House of Black shamed by its representative through the portrait of a bad-tempered and sharp-tongued harlot, not forgetting the shrinked brain as she can’t even acknowledge a pair.’
Harry's answer froze Walburga. Sirius laughed out loud then asked what Harry meant by a pair.
‘My mother was revealed as the daughter of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Melinda Rosier, making her a pureblood. Tom Marvolo Riddle best known to you by his pseudonym, Voldemort. You may also be interested to know that Potter and Riddle are descendants of the Peverell family, family which is the last descendants of the Pendragon family…’, said Harry, leaving the ‘you were rude to your future ruler’ unspoken.
Only seconds later, Walburga begged Harry to forgive her, offering her total obedience, while Sirius froze. Harry then explained everything he knew, and Sirius was disgusted by all of Dumbledore's manipulations, swearing to make his life a nightmare. Immediately afterwards, Kreacher cleaned everything up, delighted to finally serve a true Black.
* Flashback end *
The third year was swifter, and Harry had his first romance with a student named Cedric Diggory. He was also delighted to meet his new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin, also known as ‘Uncle Moony’. The latter was glad to know Sirius innocent, and promised to join them at Grimmauld.
There were no hiccups, and everything went perfectly, much to Harry's delight. Of course, there were still some problems with Ron and Hermione continuing to turn Gryffindor against him, not to mention Ginny Weasley who was a bit too much interested in him.
There was only one problem in his third year, and it was not at Hogwarts but in Grimmauld. Indeed, he managed to communicate with Kreacher, especially when he was ordered by Walburga to obey him.
He discovered the existence of the Locket of Slytherin, and did not hesitate a single second to destroy it with the Sword of Gryffindor, to Kreacher’s utmost delight who then swore loyalty to him until his last breath, much to Sirius’s shock.
In 1994’s summer, just before the fourth school year, Harry, Sirius and Remus were awarded VIP tickets for the Quidditch Championship, much to Harry's joy. Sirius was excited like a flea, just like Remus (although he cleverly concealed it).