"Cissy still has her vault and has expressed that she wants little to do with the family. I did send her a message about what we're doing. She said she wouldn't stand in our way, but she had little faith of any of it working," Sirius rattled off. "As for the others, do you really think they would understand the things I'm trying to set in motion?"
Arcturus rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. "Your cousin Callidora has always had a soft spot for squibs, so she might help you with your orphanage. Your Uncle Cygnus can help you gain allies, his only dream, at this point in time, is to see the Black family name return to power. Your Aunt Cassiopeia is said to have a blackmail list on everyone in the Wizengamot so you might want to seek her out as well," he said, ticking off the members with a tap of his finger on the arm of his chair. "However, you are correct in the rest of the family. They will not understand what you are trying to accomplish, you do need to write to them and use your status as their Lord to make them stay out of your way, since they are all older and respect tradition. I recommend that you take more time to communicate with them to let them know that you have not abandoned the family."
"I'll do that this afternoon, Grandfather," Sirius said, settling back in his chair now that the other man wasn't angry at him anymore. It wouldn't hurt to open relations with the older members of the family, who knows he might just get more allies that way.
"I would like to see you married, before too much longer. My time is near, and I wish to know that the name will not die with you," the old man demanded. He had been shut up for so long that he had made himself ill, he weakened every day. It was one of the reasons he handed the Lordship to the younger man, well that and there were no other successors.
"Well, I've already got an heir, however, I think it's time I started courting again," the grandson said, thinking about his lovely therapist. Though, he might not want to lose her great counseling. He'd have to think about it. He was just glad his sex drive was up again, he had been very worried about that.
"Who is your heir? It better not be young Draco, though with his father dead, that might not be as bad as I had envisioned," the old man said, once again rubbing his chin in thought. "Still, I would not see the family name going to the Malfoys."
"Harry Potter."
"At least, he has Black blood, though not as close as I'd like."
"He is my heir," Sirius said with finality.
"As to you, young man," Arcturus said dropping the subject and turning his attention to the quiet man, "I would like to know how you just appeared on the family tree. And do not give me that story you are descended from Marius, I know of all his sons and grandsons and there was not a magical among them."
It had angered him greatly when he found out that the Death Eaters had killed off all but one of that family. Now there will never be a magical born of that line. He never could get the younger generation to understand that Muggle-borns came from long lines of squibs. No, they had all taken Voldemort at his word and killed where they were told to. Even his title as their Lord would not sway them. Now they were all dead or imprisoned, but for a few. "Moreover, names don't just appear on the tree, especially after said person is an adult," he added.
Hydrus shared a look with Sirius, they had discussed this. Sirius wanted Hydrus to tell his grandfather the whole truth. He claimed that the old man would understand and might even back them if he knew the downfall of the magical world in Britain was possible. Hydrus, on the other hand, was leery; rumors about the elder Black were that he was a strong supporter of Pure-bloods, though the conversation he had just listened to gave doubt to those stories.
"I need a vow of secrecy," he said politely.
"Your tale is such that you would encumber an old man with that great a burden," Arcturus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," was the succinct answer as Hydrus looked the man dead in the eye to show he was serious.
The elder Black looked into those grey eyes, so like a Black, and saw the need in them. "I need your full name."
So Hydrus gave his name and once again it was pointed out that Williamsford wasn't a star name. He said he'd give explanations after the vow.
One vow, many hours of talking and the ample use of the pensieve later and the old man exploded out of his chair, belying his ill appearance. "You are a fool!" he yelled, his face contorted with rage and aura of power coming off him in waves. "No one should mess with time the way you did! And just so you can simply save yourself! Of all the greedy, selfish reasons!" He started pacing, using his wand to throw priceless items against the walls, all the while yelling at the stupidity of youth.
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