36. Family (1)

Harry and I were really enjoying this family thing. And and Ted always made time to visit, while Dora rarely came because of her ongoing training.

She was always complaining about Moody, how much he picked on her, complaining about any little mistakes she might make, and always screaming in his ear, "Always Alert", something that was giving her a tick.

Other than that, it was always nice to have the girl, who was using us, or trying to use us, as training dummies. Which helped Harry a lot, as for me, I didn't play with her much so I wouldn't have bad addictions.

Dora is a machine gun type Auror girl, the kind that sees the enemy and tries to bury the opponent under a ton of spells, often useless spells, just as a distraction.

In my case, I was more like Moody, I would use as few spells as possible, but with absurd power and trying to finish off the enemy as quickly as possible, the difference between us was, he didn't kill.

Anyway.

Gringotts was still in negotiation with the Ministry as 30% of the Daily Prophet belonged to them. The rest was already in my possession, but since I didn't want to give even 1% to those with no future, I was waiting to start my counterattack.

Regarding my conversation with my lovely cousin Narcissa, she has been sending constant notes to me via Dobby, the elf who was trying to stop Harry from returning to Hogwarts.

After talking to him a bit, I asked him to bring me the diary, which was hidden in the Malfoy house. He gladly accepted, as Narcissa had told him to comply with any order I gave.

What a silly mistake.

Another successfully saved item, after sealing it next to the locket. Now only the Chalice, the Stone, the Diadem and the snake were missing. Harry doesn't count, at least not anymore.

His Horcrux lost, among many quotation marks, its aspect of salvation for Voldemort, now it was just a means for the boy to know about the plans of the future without a nose, and we could destroy his schemes.

The other function of this Horcrux, now was just to pass, in a slow but sure way, the combat methods used by Voldemort, one that little by little, and with the help of Dora, Harry has been improving a lot.

I also trained with him, but our training was much harder and more brutal, and it got worse every day. He already has access to and learned many of the powerful spells of the Noseless Future, and I was still adding mine to his repertoire.

He wasn't on the same level as the older wizards, but still, with Dora 'training' him for so long, he would get there, by my calculations, by the start of his 4th school year.

Speaking of the school year, we'll be in separate classes. I had already told him that, most likely, I will go to Hufflepuff, just because I like the house, but if something goes wrong, Gryffindor will be.

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Today was the day Harry was going to meet the Weasley family for their shopping. I really wasn't in the mood to go, but as I remembered that I needed to help that nice couple, I decided to go along.

He would also take the opportunity to take Harry to Gringotts, where he needed to resolve some things with him, so why not, take the Weasley couple along and give them the inheritance denied from the past.

In some family books, while studying about the lineages that followed mine, I found that, Molly Weasley nee Preweett is my second degree aunt, as her father was married to my great aunt.

As for Sir Arthur Weasley, he is my great-uncle, as he was born to my great-grandmother Cedrella Weasley nee Black.

Important fact, as they didn't align themselves with the pure blood side, my paternal grandmother, the old wretch, my father's mother, cut off the part of the inheritance belonging to them, and because of that, they are in the situation they are.

How can I solve this, so why not? The problem is seeing little Ronald go from a poor sluggard to a rich sluggard, that is, a red-haired Draco Malfoy.

Arthur will be very proud of that.

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We quickly arrived at Diagon Alley. Harry got the welcome cuddles from the Weasley couple, some questionable sweets from the twins, a loving, sheepish look from little Ginevra, and her ear was assaulted by Drac, I mean, Ron.

Quickly disentangling the red-haired boy, he introduces me to the Weasleys. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, this is my half brother, Evans Black. Bro, these are Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they've helped me since my first day in the wizarding world."

The boy Harry expressed his uncontained love to the couple, who seemed happy and proud to be able to take care of Harry. Very politely, they speak to me.

"Mr. Black, it's such a pleasure to meet you. Harry in your letters tells us a lot how much you care for him, I appreciate that." Arthur says, squeezing my hand tightly.

Well, I really care for the boy, even more than I thought. So, leaving my prettiest smile on my face, I answer happily.

"The pleasure is all mine, Uncle Arthur, and I hope my brother hasn't caused you too much trouble." my smile widens even more, noticing the redheaded family, including Harry, looking at me curiously and lost.

"Sorry Mr. Black, but I didn't quite understand…" Arthur recovers, but not quite as much as he lets go of my hand.

I quickly take a folded parchment out of my pocket and hand it to him, which he quickly opens, and every second, his eyes widen more and more.

"Is this serious?" he asks me still in disbelief.

"The tapestry also shows the same thing, but I unfortunately could not tear it off the wall." I reply laughing at his stunned expression.

"Honey, what happened?" Molly approaches, and Arthur just hands her the parchment.

She picks it up, a little suspiciously, and starts looking. Then her eyes start to widen, the same as Arthur, but her reaction is the complete opposite of her husband, stepping forward, and giving me one of her fierce hugs.

"Oh dear, what a joy to hear that. I'm so glad." and she really looked, or was pretending to separate my head from my body, for her embrace was strong, but I could feel that it was brotherly.