The Kingmaker

Summary: After Sirius' death Harry discovers his heritage and changes the wizarding world.

Disclaimer: All recogniable characters and ideas, whether from fanfiction or the wonderful mind of JKR are only used in homage and utmost respect. I've been reading fanfiction for a little over ten years so I cant guarantee nothing will spill over but hopefully the endproduct is a unique journey.

Chapter One: A Strange Medallion

Harry Potter of number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, was not normal thank you very much. He was a wizard about to enter his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had recently led a group of his schoolmates into the heart of the Ministry of Magic, into the Department of Mysteries, on a doomed quest to save his godfather that was never captured. Remarkably this group of school children held their own against some of Voldemort's darkest minions.

At this moment in time our hero, Harry, was waiting for his watch to hit midnight with his window open. He did this every year on his birthday. It was his own personal ritual. At precisely the midnight hour, owls, the messenger bird of the Wizardkind, began to arrive with packages for Harry. One bird was from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the old owl Errol. Another bird, Pigwidgeon, was from Ron though it carried an abnormally large load, made even larger by the small body of the owl. The final owl was unknown to Harry. It carried a large medallion around it's neck with a stylized M engraved into the metal.

Harry unloaded this last bird of it's package first, and it quickly flew off. He then hastily unloaded the other owls of their burdens, and set them to the side. One by one the owls flew off into the night. Harry opened the very first package. Inside was a piece of parchment with a thick envelope. The parchment simply said to be delivered to Harry Potter upon his sixteenth birthday. At this, Harry became curious. Why would an envelope addressed to him have instructions to be delivered to him inside? He ripped open the thick envelope, and tipped it upside down. Out popped a purple sash with an emblem that Harry never saw attached. As the metal touched Harry's skin, he quickly felt a tell-tale pull behind his naval, signifying a portkey, and his only thought was, "How do I keep getting myself into these situations?"

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As Harry slowly pulled himself off the ground, he saw he was in a spartan office. He stood up and took stock of his situation. He realized he had little more than the clothes on his back, and no wand. Suddenly the door opened and in came a harried looking goblin. "Hurry along, hurry along." It said as it turned to lead the way outside the office.

Harry was confused. Was he in Gringotts? He quickly decided the only way he would recieve answers was by following this goblin. He followed the creature through many winding tunnels to an ornate door that read "Black family accountant" upon a plaque on the right side of the door.

"In here" the first goblin said, waving at the door. Harry entered the office to see another goblin across the way. This goblin said to Harry, "Hurry hurry, sit sit, time is money!"

"We have a lot to discuss, and not a lot of time to discuss it in." This new goblin said. "There's much in the will of Sirius Black that revolves around you. I am Ironaxe, the Black family accountant. Before anything else, we must have you claim lordship over the Black family as Sirius Black has entailed."

"Wait," Harry said, "How did I get here and why am I here when no one else is here for the will?"

"As some irregularities have been found in your Potter accounts, you have been granted Black level status at the bank. Along with this is a customary portkey to the bank that was sent to you at set to activate at your first touch. This was done because no mail we have ever sent to you has been opened. It was sent through the Ministry of Magic and the Goblin Liason office." The goblin replied.

Harry's next question quickly poured from his mouth. "Why do I have to claim lordship of the Black family?"

Ironaxe replied, "Normally lordship may not be bestowed before the age of seventeen. However, one of the stipulations of Sirius Black's will is to emancipate you and have you claim lordship, carry out a few actions, and this will open other pathways that we can assist you. All that is required is for you to try on the lordship ring. If the ring deems you acceptable, it will resize to fit your finger. If it does not, it will fall off."

Harry gained a headstrong look and declared, "Let's try it!" Ironaxe reached to the corner of his desk and pulled an ornate ring box in front of them. He opened the box, and signaled for Harry to try the ring on. Harry quickly reached into the box and retrieved the ring, placing it on his right ring finger. Harry felt a prick of his finger, and something that can only be described as magic lapping against his own. A flash of light emitted from the ring, and it quickly resized itself snug around his finger.

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