The Master of Death

Chapter 14: Manipulating Malfoy

It was still early morning, when he met Sirius in the hallway.

Harry awakens as soon as he accidentally shifts in

his sleep and the wound on his wrist had flared with force

full-fledged. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to fix it

his skin is burning. Condemning, he finally dragged himself out

from his bed, look for bandages and long-sleeved shirts that will

hiding his blisters for now. He doubted there was anything he could do

do it because most wounds caused by the black curse must heal

by oneself. Groggy and a little annoyed, Harry had just finished his job,

when he met his godfather.

Harry didn't think anyone would wake up and deserve to

these early hours, Sirius still looked very confused.

A short conversation later, Harry learns that his father

his baptism was just on its way to get coffee. Apparently

a very insistent owl had awakened him. He has accepted

a letter from Gringotts, telling him everything was ready. In spite of

Sirius complains of Harry's annoyance and lack of motivation, they decide that

perhaps it is best if they go to Diagon Alley when there is not yet

people around.

And so, half an hour later they sat inside

the same office in Gringotts as the day before, with walls covered

drawers and strap lines behind the engraved table.

"Very good. Just for formal, what title would you like

you claim? ”Ask Gornok from behind a high pile of parchment.

"Lord Black," Sirius replied as they looked at the goblins

it's sorting through the paper. He still had a black ring downstairs

his eye.

"Mk." The goblin nodded and after a while

he stood up and determinedly walked up to the wall of rope hanging from the hole

near the ceiling. He pulled one, which to Harry was nowhere to be seen

special and then sit down as if nothing happened.

They sat in awkward silence, Harry stroking

Death once again accompanied him in the form of his serpent, while frowning

Sirius deepened every second. Gornok did nothing to

help their confusion. But Harry finally heard someone

come close.

The door behind them opened shortly afterwards and the goblin

others in. He is smaller than Gornok and besides a colored pocket watch

silver, she's not wearing jewelry.

"Sirius Black's. I need everything I need,"

Gornok. The other goblins nodded and then disappeared.

They waited a while. Next to Harry, fingers

Sirius touched his thigh. Death slowly enveloped the arm

Harrys. Finally, the door opened again. The goblin brought some

documents and boxes made of shiny black wood. He walked

come closer and put it on the table, while Gornok takes

parchment. He started shaking it, before he raised his head for a bit

and drove away the other goblins with a nod.

Gornok hummed as he looked through the newspaper. Sirius

the other side stared at the black box, and Harry followed his gaze. That

decorated with different patterns. On it is a beautiful carving

showing the Black Family. Harry could not detect it

the crack, but the artifact was pulsing hungry with dark magic.

"Hm .. mhhm .. yes this must all be true" Gornok

muttered and raised his head, "Now, Mr. Black. You seem to

meet all requirements. You are of age, listed as heir

in these documents and the current head of the house. "

"Alright," said Sirius and had already grabbed a quill pen.

"Oh, not so fast," said Gornok, "Every

families have different conditions. With Mr. Potter, only

need to sign the documents with the blood she needs to do, family

Black states that only someone can open this box is worth it

hold this title. “Goblin it points to an engraved box with skinny fingers

the long.

Sirius groans. "Regular" he murmured

he took the box in his hand. As soon as he touched it, Harry could see

how the artifact used up a bit of its magic. Sirius seems to

realized too. He nodded and put in more

magic into the box.

Harry guessed that only someone affiliated with

a darker type of magic that can cause this reaction. Paternity

his baptism left it in his hands, but nothing else happened.

Sirius traced the line with his fingers. "I

wouldn't be surprised, if this thing would kill me as soon as I

doing something wrong" he told Harry, "Maybe

goddamn ..."

They sat in front of the box for about forty-five

minutes, when Harry decides that he's gonna need a robe that

suitable for his hearing. Also, it gets a bit boring.

He looked at Sirius. "Are you okay if I

gonna buy some stuff, while you try to open it? I'm gonna come

come here when I'm done."

"Hmm," Sirius traced some wooden patterns with

his wand. Gornok started flipping through the paper again. "Yeah, yeah,

I think it could take longer" Sirius said.

And while his godfather deals with goblins, Harry

withdraw some money from his vault and visit Madame Malkin.

Not even half an hour later, he was proud to be the owner

simple yet elegant suit - the latest magic mode - if you can believe it

Madame Malkin and the black robe match the silver stitching.

"It needs to be several times the length change, but if you

come back in a few minutes, it'll be ready" said Madame Malkin.

Harry decided to spend some time walking around

the Diagon Alley. He didn't buy anything from any of the shops, because

his robe wasn't cheap and he still needed a pair of well-fitting shoes, but

he was tempted to stop by at 'Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Palor', just to

the past. Also because Florean is still alive at the moment and Harry wants to

know if the quality of the ice cream has declined because of it.

In the end, he decided to go back to take it

new clothes. He bought his shoes - the best dragon skin, for

modern witch - some shop down the street and then back to the store

Madame Malkin's.

After all, he had been gone for quite some time and Sirius might have been

awaited him.

Harry exchanged a few words with Madame Malkin, while she

waving his magic wand to have his robe wrapped up by himself before him

reach the counter to give him a tightly tied package.

Harry turned around to leave, while Madame Malkin was already

hurry to the other side of the store to help some customers.

He had made several steps towards the exit, when

the door opened from the outside and a pale blonde figure entered.

Harry stopped dead in the middle of the road. From a pointy nose

up to the rather arrogant look, it was no mistake who the person was

these. While Harry remembers older and more versions of himself

tired, this was Lucius Malfoy at the peak of his life. His reputation has not

devastated, he is influential and wealthy and he supports Voldemort - even is

his right hand, if Harry remembers correctly.

As soon as Lucius saw her, he also stopped. Some

the customer turned and looked at them.

"Mr Potter. How amazing to meet you at

here," Lucius began, "Where did you leave your guard dog?

The dog didn't get lost, did it? It's a shame if someone catches the dog and

locking him up, "Malfoy grumbled casually, as if he was not new

just tell Harry how wrong it was to take Sirius to Gringotts.

But Harry grinned sharply. It's almost funny how Lucius

reminds me of an older Draco. The Malfoy family is always a little

arrogant, but they can be charming if they want to. They have entered

in service like a snake. A certain idea came to Harry's mind

and his smile grew wider

As an Auror, she is quite an expert with charm and with

the power of the magic wand that fused into his skin ... He hardly

need to think about making the Elder's wand appear in his hands. With

a smooth flick on his wrist, Harry showed charm

privateness. It was as easy as breathing to make the Elder's wand vanish immediately

after the amulet was thrown.

Lucius raised an eyebrow as the people who had been watching

they turned around with confused expressions on their faces.

The charm was much stronger than Harry wanted. Him

lucky he didn't try the blasting spell.

But he doesn't care now. This is an opportunity

perfect for sowing some seeds that will most likely cause

some interesting changes in the timeline.

"Actually, this is Lord Potter now," Harry did not

can resist not answering. He met Lucius's gaze

with his chin held high and arrogant like that blond man. Mr's Eyes.

Malfoy widened slightly, but other than that there was no sign of shock

on his face. Slytherin went to school perfectly.

"... Lord Potter's. Well, it must be new," said Lucius

and Harry could almost see his mind swirling around the information

new.

"That's an old habit, Mr. Malfoy. I'm surprised, you haven't

never heard of it" Harry quipped, though he spoke in a tone

polite neutrals that are close to boredom. In her heart

smirked.

 Malfoy's mask slips a little because of the humiliation

that unexpected. But at this moment Death lifted his head from the spot

he wrapped Harry around his neck under his jacket and Malfoy stopped. Her eyes

switch from the snake to Harry and back. Harry could hardly hold back

laughters.

"I'll give you some advice, Mr. Malfoy," Harry

finally began. He leaned forward and humbled

her voice. Something, which is mostly unnecessary due to charm

his privacy, but it caused Malfoy's eyes to stare back

her face. "Let's just call it a favor .. from a possible ally.

future date. You have to gather some information. .. what it means to be

Master and so on. After all, your family can also claim the title

like that, Harry said and he straightened his posture. With grin

he added, “If you act fast enough, you might even be able to

watching hearing. I know you must be very curious about the results

from that and I won't mind you attending it. "

Harry could feel a sense of confusion that was rapidly changing

become interested. Malfoy was interested, even though he did not show it.

"But I

will thank you, if you leave ..

clearly, at least for now," Harry continued with a devotional.

"Dolores Umbridge, he's the one in charge of the two Dementors who

attacked me this summer. Of course this is not public knowledge. She is

deputy minister and if this information gets to the public, it probably will

ruined career. But who believes me? " Harry

The Seringai who followed his words had already erased all

credibility statement. Harry asked himself, whether

Lucius would use this information to gain a place in the space

the trial. "All right, excuse me now," Harry walked past

Malfoy, but stopped right next to him, "I don't want to read on

the newspaper that my dog ran away. I may not be able to ruin someone's reputation.

now, but I have a connection, Mr. Malfoy. And I know a lot of things ...

I don't think your Lord is happy to hear that certain diaries are being destroyed,

wasn't he? "Lucius paled and he tightened the handle around

his handle. "Hopefully your day is good, Mr. Malfoy,"

said Harry.

"Hopefully your day is pleasant, Mr. Potter," said

Lucius, his eyes followed Harry as he left the shop, with an expression

satisfied on his face.

"This time is

relationships, we have to keep," Harry hissed to Death, enjoying the reaction

it's terrible around it. Death wrapped his neck tighter and

Harry felt a ghostly touch on his shoulder and echoes a deadly grin from the

Deaths.

He grins.

He's been discredited in the papers, whatever the additional theory that

will he be the next ruler of darkness?

Sirius was waiting for him at Gringotts. "And,

have you finished it?" Harry asked her while

smirked.

"Yes. At the

finally I just need to let a little blood fall into the compartment

hidden under the family coat of arms. Right under our family motto

' Toujours pur'," said Sirius, reluctance

it was clear in his voice. Shaking his head, he

checking the new ring on his finger, which showed his divinity.

This time, Sirius brought them back to Grimmauld Place. Harry

finding that apparate is much more uncomfortable than the way it is

commute.

"Before I forget it. This is the letter in which I

claim a seat at Wizengamot. You are declared the holder, if

I'm not present." Sirius offered him a sealed letter. Harry saw it and

then on Sirius with a serious expression on his face.

“I'll be honest with you Sirius," Harry began. "I

you will make some decisions in the future that you may not

consent. And if you give me this, I just have more

the power in my hands. " Harry watched Sirius frown

his forehead was in confusion but his godfather remained silent when Harry

continue, “Instead, if I was in Wizengamot I might be able to prove

your innocence ..."

 That's not very good. He knows that he

manipulating Sirius to say yes and despite being rude, it was

succeeds. Sirius hesitated, but then he gave Harry the letter.

“I believe you did the right thing,” Sirius said.

“Proving that you are innocent may take time

and I can't promise anything. Shit, I have to win

my trial was, " said Harry as he took the letter.

"I think you will" replied Sirius

he put his hand in his pocket. Then her smile turned into

grinning. "And hey, maybe I can keep you company. We even went to

Diagon Alley's. A dog shouldn't attract a lot of attention."

"It's very risky and I don't think it's an idea

good, but I won't tell you what to do. Decide

alone," said Harry.

Over the next few days, they began to clean the space

the meal. Ron almost died suffocated by some robes and Kreacher confused

everyone acted as if Harry was the only wizard

decent at home.

All the time, members of the order were in and out. Remus helped

they fix grandfather's clock that spits screws on every man who

passing except Harry, which is a mystery even to him. Burns in the

his arm slowly began to heal, but after the initial blisters began to disappear,

Harry was still convinced it would leave a scar.

During that time, Harry noticed more than once

how Remus' eyes follow Sirius' every move and his godfather doesn't

much better. Every time a werewolf leaves home to

doing secret missions, it was more common for Sirius to yell at Kreacher or

walking aimlessly through the house.

“I don't understand. Did you curse Kreacher in order to

he worshiped the land you walked on? You should tell us

your secret, "Fred asked jokingly almost a week after Harry

meet Lucius Malfoy. Harry himself just shrugged, as if he were

don't know it yourself." Mom found some ears that could

opened this morning, but she forgot to look under the bed. Our

it had been a long time since he had hidden something under him, so he didn't need to

bother looking there again. "

"Put it right in front of her nose and she won't

look at it," said George grinning.

"By the way, did you hear something that

new?" Ron asked his brother. Harry nodded.

Not a day goes by, without the younger residents of the house

speculating about the mysterious weapon one wants to possess

Voldemorts. Harry finds it funny at first, but soon becomes

bored. He did not bother to tell them, that most likely

it was the Dementor, whom Sirius spoke of or his prophecy. The other

blamed the lack of input on the matter on the trial

coming up. It was as if Harry had not noticed them whispering in

behind his back. But somehow she was happy because she wasn't

must find your own reason.

And before he knew it, his day had come and it was

the night before his trial. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny

speechless, as Mrs Weasley approached her and said, “I ironed your best clothes, you know,

Harry, and I need you to wash your hair tonight. The first impression

well it can work wonders. ”

"That's very nice, Mrs Weasley, but I really have

a robe for my trial," he replied.

“ Oh ,”

said Mrs Weasley and she looked uncomfortable. “Harry, don't you think

clothes from Yule Ball-“

"Oh no." Harry laughs. “This is not from

yule Ball. I asked Madame Malkin for help on this matter.

" Mrs Weasley looked relieved.

“I'm glad to hear it,” said, but Harry saw

how Remus frowned.

“Harry, when exactly did you buy your cape?” Lupin asked

casually.

"During the holidays" answered Harry, a grin on his lips.

Considering that it wasn't really a lie, Remus was still in sight

too suspicious, while Mrs Weasley looked at Mundungus with a glance

accusing, as if it was Harry's fault that went to Diagon Alley temporarily

he should have been watching her.

Meanwhile Sirius winked at Harry with an expression

cheerful, but unfortunately Remus caught it. That doesn't mean anything to

Sirius. His godfather had not told anyone about the secret

Harrys. Considering that he would die if he did was

other departments. But their trip to Diagon Alley wasn't really

included in the oath.

But the question now is whether Remus will give

know Dumbledore ... Harry tilted his head and watched

them. If the latter is true ...

He put his hand under the table and took the pen and

a small piece of parchment from across the room. The rest of the order meeting

weekly.

He quickly wrote a few words on it. Harry

noticing that George was watching him with curiosity

know. He sat down next to Sirius and probably knew more about him

let the.

It was something Harry had never tried before,

but given that he was able to make something appear in his hands if

they are not too far away, it is not difficult to imagine that if the distance

not too far away, it could work the other way around.

Harry put his hand on the note. He stared

george's eyes and grinned. Fred and George were both looking at him

and then Harry raised his hand. The note disappeared.

Their facial expressions are hilarious. He looked at George and

jerk his head towards Sirius, so they will pull

his attention. The mottled Weasley got the hint and

pat the man on the elbow before pointing at Harry.

Sirius, who seemed happy to escape from Remus' sharp gaze

look at his godson. Hearing that Harry lifted the cup and

pointing to the table. Sirius frowned but he raised

own cup. Fred and Georges' heads snapped at him simultaneously,

when the note appears under the Sirius trophy. Harry just took a sip

his drink grinned, while Sirius read his words.

You can tell Lupin

about everything under oath.

But if he tells

Dumbledore or whoever, you will still be held accountable.

He hopes he doesn't make the wrong decision - write

that note and allowed Sirius to tell Remus about

her secret. Because although he may have stated that Sirius would

being held accountable if Remus messes up, it doesn't mean that oath

will admit it as a violation. But it's not like he's not

can deal with it if it's going to come out.

Sirius casually burned the note, which made him glance over

curiosity, but nothing more. Fred and George were still staring at Harry,

immediately investigate discussions that are consistent with quick whispers.

"Harry, you'll come with me tomorrow morning, when I

go to work," said Mr. Weasley, unaware of their small exchange.

"OK," Harry answered and returned to Sirius, when Molly

interfere.

"Professor Dumbledore doesn't think that's a good idea

if Sirius accompanies you, and I have to say-“

"-that he was right," Sirius ended Mrs Weasley's sentence, saying,

with a bitter expression on his face.

Harry leaned back in his chair and subconsciously raised

his eyebrows. Dumbledore, huh? He wondered what would happen

on the next day.

They went to bed shortly after dinner, because of Molly

insist that "Harry needs his sleep." But he was washing

his hair, because Mrs Weasley was right. A good first impression can be

produce miracles.