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Sirius Black, Saint Mungos – England.

"What does this mean, Dumbledore?" Sirius asked fiercely as he took a step forward and looked at the elderly headmaster, who continued staring tensely toward the imposing presence of Harry Potter, Sirius's godson.

Much had changed in their relationship. It had been irreparably broken before Sirius left the island several years ago, following the clues left by his brother Regulus, but his feelings toward the elderly headmaster had not diminished at all.

The young Sirius, the one who absolutely believed everything the old man said as if it were a religion, had completely disappeared, leaving behind a hard and calculating man, one who questioned absolutely everything. Even more so considering that Albus Dumbledore, being the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, had done absolutely nothing to help Lily and her niece.

That was a thorn Sirius would never forget.

The old man looked at Sirius with that damned look Lord Black hated. That condescending look that unconsciously said he knew more than you, that look that made you feel like the biggest idiot in the world, as if you were simply a little child throwing a tantrum, the same look Albus Dumbledore habitually gave everyone around him, regardless of the consequences.

Then, the old man let out a heavy sigh and, looking at him over his glasses, replied:

"Sirius, I know you're upset, but you cannot accept this. Lord Potter's actions are wrong, and we both know it. Whatever Lord Selwyn has done must be brought before the Wizengamot. He does not deserve to be killed without a trial," the old man said with determination in his voice, as if his mere words and presence were all that was necessary for everyone around him to accept them.

Incredulously, Sirius replied:

"What the hell are you talking about, old man? This man blackmailed and threatened a Saint Mungo's nurse, his own daughter, to keep Frank and Alice in their deep sleep. He planned Lady Augusta's murder, as well as planning to get rid of young Neville. How can you care more about the life of such a despicable being instead of those you once considered friends?" young Lord Black spat, his voice filled with fury.

Dumbledore stared impassively for several seconds at everyone in the room, although his attention was focused almost entirely on Lord Potter. Sirius watched him very carefully. There was no real malice in the old man's eyes, but there was that stubbornness the young Black had learned to hate during his younger years.

Dumbledore genuinely believed he was right and that everyone else around him was wrong, an extremely complicated situation.

However, before anyone could say anything, his godson, Harry Potter, stepped forward, still with his hand around Lord Selwyn's neck, and said:

"It's curious, Lord Dumbledore, the way you have your priorities arranged. You are concerned about the pathetic and insignificant life of Marcus Selwyn when it did not even cross your mind to investigate the matter involving Lord and Lady Longbottom thoroughly. Did you ever take the trouble to visit them? Or did you simply assume that everything had happened and that nothing could be done? Or perhaps it was convenient for you that Lord Frank and Lady Alice were out of the picture for some reason? After all, without an active Lord Longbottom and Lord Potter, there would really be no political counterbalance to your influence in the Wizengamot. Curious, don't you think?" the young Lord challenged, staring directly at the old man.

Harry's words had an immediate effect on everyone in the room. Lady Augusta looked directly at the old man with a frown. It was well known that the Longbottom matriarch had never fully approved of the old headmaster's tactics, but what Sirius was seeing now was not displeasure, but repulsion and even hatred.

The old headmaster frowned, evidently outraged by the severe accusation, before responding.

"Those are rather severe accusations, My Lord, considering that all I am asking is that Lord Selwyn's actions be judged through the proper procedure. After all, although I strongly disapprove of it, you were within your rights to deal with Lord Malfoy, Parkinson, and Greengrass the way you did, but this is not your jurisdiction," the old man said firmly, without hesitating or looking away from Harry.

For some strange reason, this seemed to please his godson, as if the fact that Dumbledore challenged him were… exciting to him.

Something curious, to say the least, for Lord Black, although the reactions of the other people present were… varied, to say the least.

Madame Amelia Bones watched the entire interaction directly, limiting herself to remaining silent, although Sirius was able to notice the way her eyes periodically moved toward Harry, as if seeking constant approval, something Harry did not respond to, keeping all his attention focused on Albus Dumbledore.

Although, honestly, Sirius could not blame her for staying out of it, at least in this particular matter.

This was a delicate matter and, although Lord Potter's actions were technically within the bounds of illegality, they also knew that Lord Selwyn was very slippery, so everyone found themselves facing an impossible dilemma: what to do with the man who had spent years taking a young boy away from his parents; the same man who had spent years keeping a Lord and Lady of the highest nobility as mere puppets, stealing years of their lives, both with their family and with themselves.

Sirius knew that nobody had exactly the answer.

But he also knew, judging by his nephew's past actions, that Harry did not give a damn about the law or the Wizengamot in general, so he was genuinely curious to know what actions he would take against Selwyn and the old man in question.

The uncomfortable silence in the room was broken by none other than Lord Potter himself, who, taking a step directly toward Dumbledore, replied:

"Your convictions are strong, I can see that easily. It is something I can respect, Lord Dumbledore. You are a man of principles and ideals, but you are also a man who is excessively polarized. You consider your way to be the only correct way of doing things. I can see it so clearly in your soul, your ideals, as well as everything you wish to hide, Albus. Everything… for the Greater Good, right?" his godson said solemnly, making the old headmaster take a step backward, shocked by his godson's seemingly innocent words.

Such an action took not only Lord Black by surprise, but also the rest of the wizards and witches present in the room. Augusta merely raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore's reaction, undoubtedly finding Harry's choice of words rather suspicious. Lily, for her part, watched everything impassively, but with an evident gleam of satisfaction on her face at seeing Dumbledore in the predicament Harry had put him in.

And Frank and Alice… well, they were not really in any position to do anything, to be honest. They had just awakened from a long slumber, after all.

"What do you mean, My Lord? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Dumbledore asked, while the characteristic gleam in his eyes disappeared. The Hogwarts headmaster clenched and unclenched his hands uneasily, as if he desperately wanted to draw his wand and was making an enormous effort to suppress that impulse.

Sirius could not help but snort. He had no idea what the hell Harry knew about Dumbledore, but apparently it was important enough to make the man many considered the most powerful wizard in the world completely nervous.

His godson's response was laughter, but not a condescending laugh or anything of the sort, but one of genuine amusement. His mismatched eyes stared directly into the old man's blue orbs, the challenge within them more than evident.

Harry… was enjoying himself. He did not see Albus Dumbledore as a threat or anything of the sort.

Lord Potter was simply watching the entertainment and nothing more.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Albus, my boy," he replied solemnly, before looking directly at Lord Selwyn's body in his hands and continuing. Harry's eyes were completely empty. There was no fury or hatred, simply disinterest, as if Markus Selwyn were nothing more than an insect to him.

Perhaps that was the case, Sirius thought as he swallowed hard.

"This being is irrelevant to me, less than the dirt that soils my boots when I walk through the gardens of Potter Manor. I intended to punish him simply because he attacked a family close to my mother. That said, you are right. His trial does not belong to me, so I will not take his insignificant life," his godson said with complete naturalness, causing both Amelia and Lily to look at him in surprise, Lady Augusta to frown, and old Dumbledore to show relief in his eyes.

However, his godson's face made it clear that this was not over at all, as slowly, a smile appeared on Harry's face, and he merely shrugged before continuing to speak.

"That said, a message must be sent, don't you think?" Lord Potter said with an amused smile, one that, at least to Sirius, indicated only one thing: trouble.

At least for the decrepit old man.

Then, without giving any wizard or witch in the room time to respond, Sirius's godson placed his index finger against Lord Selwyn's forehead with lightning speed, to the old man's evident surprise.

For an instant, absolutely nothing happened, except for the look of utter terror on the old Lord's face, who could only open and close his mouth without producing a single sound, undoubtedly shocked by what was happening.

And suddenly, he screamed:

"AAAAAGGGGHH!"

The sound the old Lord emitted was guttural and absolutely terrifying, because from his finger, Lord Potter released a brilliant golden light, a powerful flash of magic unknown to Lord Black, magic that was having an obvious effect on Markus Selwyn.

Unknown runes were being drawn onto his skin, as if Harry's magic were burning them directly into the Lord. It was a slow and evidently painful process.

Something Sirius believed was by his own godson's design.

The screams shocked everyone present in the room, including young Neville Longbottom. Although, to Sirius's surprise, he remained firm, watching Selwyn's punishment with determination, even though a trail of tears in his eyes was evident.

Everything happened very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and a moment later Harry simply removed his finger from the agonizing Lord's forehead, who now bore an immense, brilliant, and powerful unknown golden rune engraved upon his forehead, burned there by Potter magic.

"Merlin!" Augusta whispered, observing Selwyn's pathetic state, as he had curled into the fetal position at Harry's feet, sobbing like a small child.

Harry looked at him with indifference and spat:

"Have some dignity, trash. You had no qualms about taking a child away from his parents for your ambitions, so face your punishment like a man, although I doubt you know what that word means," his godson spat, with evident contempt toward the pathetic being.

With complete indifference, Lord Potter stopped looking at the old man, completely ignoring his anguished and agonized moans before solemnly declaring:

"Your life is not mine, cockroach, and, to be honest with you, I have little interest in claiming it for myself. However, your magic harmed allies of House Potter, and my retribution will be firm and final. From now on, you will become what you hated so much. I have taken away your gift of magic, and you will live this way for the rest of your pathetic existence, as a Muggle… something you have hated and despised throughout your entire life," the young dark-haired man declared.

At that solemn announcement, Sirius and the rest of the people present in the room were completely shocked, the most obvious of them being old Dumbledore, who opened and closed his mouth in disbelief at what the young Lord Potter had done.

Something that, in Sirius's opinion, should simply have been impossible.

"But, but… it's not possible. How? What kind of magic is this? What have you done? What have you done to this man?" the old man asked in disbelief and desperation.

Sirius grimaced sympathetically, understanding Dumbledore's naked desperation. If what Harry had said was true… that would make him the most dangerous wizard in the entire Magical World.

A wizard capable of taking away magic at will…

Sirius shuddered just thinking about it, so he could only imagine what was going through old Dumbledore's mind.

Lord Potter merely looked at the old man apathetically and, shrugging indifferently, replied:

"It's simple. I have blocked his gift of magic. He will carry that rune for the rest of his days, and no matter how much he wields a wand, he will never be able to make it work. An exemplary punishment, in my humble opinion. Do whatever you want with his life, Dumbledore; I have little interest in his pathetic existence. I consider this an ideal message for the enemies of my family. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to," his godson said before turning around and heading toward where Frank and Alice Longbottom were.

Leaving an incredulous and stunned Albus Dumbledore behind, who could do nothing more than stare silently at Lord Potter's back.

Harry solemnly observed Frank and Alice's faces, evidently preparing his words.

"Godmother, Lord Longbottom, I'm glad you are well. I know you will want to catch up with Lady Augusta and Neville. Rest assured that, as allies of House Potter, I will give you all the support you need to deal with these vermin we call Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot."

With those words, Harry turned around and headed toward the exit of the room, not before speaking to his mother, Lady Lily.

"Mother, I'll be late for dinner today. I have something I need to resolve with Tonks, about you-know-what," his godson said.

The red-haired woman merely nodded softly, still shocked by what had happened, and a moment later, Lord Potter left the room, leaving the wizards and witches behind, worried, excited, desperate, and filled with hope.

The trial of Marcus Selwyn was going to be very entertaining. He had no doubt about that.

Andromeda Tonks, Tonks Residence – England.

"Are you sure about this, Narcissa?" Andromeda asked for the tenth time, still looking at herself in the mirror while her sister finished styling her beautiful hair.

"I'm sure of what I'm telling you, Andromeda. Don't worry," Narcissa replied with a tone of confidence in her voice, while finishing the last touches on the outfit the eldest of the Black sisters would wear tonight.

Andromeda, the eldest of the Black sisters, could do nothing but swallow hard and slowly nod, knowing perfectly well that if she spoke, she would regret what she was about to say.

She had an evening planned with the man of the moment, loved by some, hated by others…

And feared by all.

Lord Harry Potter, the Golden Lion, as they were beginning to call him in the Magical World.

It was not that she was afraid of Lord Potter or anything of the sort; Andromeda, unlike her sister's ex-husband, had done nothing foolish against House Potter.

House Potter's retribution had been merciless. Three families had been conquered and extinguished, a Minister of Magic had been executed, and a frightened Wizengamot cowered at the mere mention of Harry Potter.

And now, the Lord in question would come here, to her humble home, to have dinner with Andromeda, her daughter, and her sister, whom he had already bedded, conquered, and annexed into House Potter.

Something he was evidently planning to do with Andromeda as well.

The eldest of the Black sisters was not stupid. She knew perfectly well the handsome Lord's intentions. Harry Potter wanted to complete the set of Black women for his collection, and although it was humiliating, the harsh truth was that…

Andromeda was seriously considering agreeing.

It had been… so long since she had been bedded, since she had felt the warmth of a man inside her, since Andromeda had clung to a man's back with all her strength while an enormous cock claimed her as a woman again and again.

It was not that she felt any pressure from the Lord; quite the opposite. The security, happiness, and everything she had seen in her sister and daughter were impossible to hide, and it was all thanks to him.

And she wants that, she wants the security a Wizard could bring to her life.

"Did you put on the outfit Nymphadora and I prepared for you?" Narcissa asked, causing Andromeda to blush completely, though she nodded softly.

"I did… that thing… How can you wear such a thing? The string gets inside me… there!" Andromeda said, utterly indignant, making Narcissa laugh softly, at the same time as the fireplace roared with force, glowing with a golden radiance very different from the traditional Floo flames.

"He's here!" Narcissa said, leaving Andromeda's hair and running toward the fireplace, where, before the incredulous eyes of the eldest Black woman, her sister knelt in complete submission a second before the imposing image of Harry Potter emerged from the flames.

"My Lord," Narcissa said with a deep sigh, at the same time as Lord Potter's hand gently caressed her face.

"Dear Cissa, it's a pleasure to see you," he said calmly, making her sister give him the brightest smile Andromeda had ever seen in her life.

"Where is our hostess?" he asked curiously, and Andromeda took that moment to step forward and speak.

"Welcome, My Lord," Andromeda said breathlessly, swallowing hard at the imposing masculine vision before her.

Andromeda shuddered completely when she saw the hunger and possessiveness in the Lord's gaze, devouring and conquering her with his eyes, a gaze that promised only one thing.

Uncontrolled passion.

Against her will, Andromeda's thighs began rubbing against one another, unsuccessfully attempting to calm the inferno that Harry Potter's mere presence had unleashed within her.

"You must be Andromeda, Tonks's mother and the second Black sister I am going to claim," he said with complete confidence, causing the witch in question to blush completely, not daring to deny the statement.

Andromeda stared in astonishment as a golden chain instantly appeared in Lord Potter's hand, which almost immediately joined the golden choker around her sister Narcissa's neck, who could only smile in satisfaction and pride.

The gesture was humiliating, depraved… and so exciting that Andromeda could not help but let out a moan, her entire body trembling as Lord Potter laughed deeply.

Lord Potter walked toward her, Narcissa crawling behind him, until he was only inches away from Andromeda, who could only raise her gaze and lose her breath before his overwhelming presence.

"What are we having for dinner tonight, dear?" the Lord asked, looking at Andromeda with those mismatched eyes that everyone in the magical world had learned to associate with the absolute power of the Potters.

And Andromeda's answer?

She let the robe she was wearing slide from her shoulders, leaving Andromeda almost completely naked, with only a tiny golden thong covering her femininity.

"You already know the answer, Master" the Black witch said breathlessly, making Lord Potter smile.

The night had only just begun.