A/N: Wow. It's been a while. I really have no excuse for my tardy updating other than the fact that I never really got round to it. Luckily, some inspiration came to me over the weekend and I decided to crack on with this. I will put another 'Last Chapter' in since it's been over 6 months since my last update. Enough chit-chat.

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Last Chapter

"As I mentioned before, you are the heir to these three families, but you are unable to become the head of the family with being emancipated. However in your parents will, the wished for you to be emancipated at fifteen, since you were the heir to at least two Ancient and Noble houses, they were unaware of the conquest over the heir of Slytherin obviously. We are unable to access the will at the moment as it has been sealed, but we are in the process ofunsealing it."

"Who sealed it?" Harry asked, fighting to keep his emotions in check behind his Occlumency barriers

"We are also working this out as we speak. Carrying on, the will of your parents emancipated you at fifteen so you are legally able to claim your full inheritance now. However, although you are emancipated in the eyes of the law, you are not in the eyes of magic. If you were to try and put on the head of house rings now, you would probably lose your magic. At the best." All three humans paled at this. "To rectify this, I would ask that you return to Gringotts tomorrow so that you can under-go the ritual that is needed to magically emancipate you."

"Hang on, why didn't I have to do this ritual when I became of age?" Sirius couldn't help but jump in.

"That would be because you were emancipated at seventeen, where magic recognises your ascent into adulthood. With Harry, since he is not yet seventeen, it is different. Now I suggest both you and Ms. Black return back to where ever you are staying and we shall continue this discussion tomorrow, after the ritual. Also, some new robes would be good, Ms. Black looks as if she is about to freeze."

Harry burst out into a fit of giggles whilst Bellatrix changed to deep red in colour, shooting death glares at him.

After hugging Sirius goodbye and thanking Ragnok, Harry again put a wandless charm around their hoods, ignoring Sirius' muffled gasp. He then swept Bella off her feet, and carried her out of Gringotts, with her squealing all the way.

When they reached Diagon Alley, he put her down, much to her displeasure, and continued towards their temporary lodgings. His hand never left her waist though, and neither did hers.

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The next day found Bella waking up to find the space in the bed next to her empty and her usual pillow gone. Rising up out of the covers she found herself almost longing for Harry. Even just the fact that he hadn't been there when she woke up was enough for her to start missing him.

'Grow up! You're a Black, and Blacks do not show weakness!'

With renewed vigour she went about her normal routine as normally as she could in the small, dingy room that they were currently staying in. It was as she was beginning to settle down and work on her Occlumency barriers that she heard a key being put into the lock on the door to their room. Bell shot up from her cross-legged position on the floor to stand behind the door.

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Harry was climbing the stairs three at a time, hoping to get back before Bella woke up. He had been to the wizarding equivalent of a bakery and bought a fresh loaf of bread as well as two iced buns that he had been told would 'surprise him'. The shopkeeper obviously said that to try and encourage him but, if Harry was honest, he was now slightly wary of going anywhere near it.

He slid the rusty key into the well-worn lock and turned.

As Harry looked into the room, he noticed that it probably looked the best it ever had. The bed was made, the floor swept and the single, grotty chest-of-drawers in the corner was no longer looking as if it was infested with termites. One thing bothered him though, Bella was nowhere to be seen.

Stepping in through the door, he called, "Bella?". He heard a small sigh of relief from his right and turned to find Bellatrix behind the door, in presumably was a position that was ready to launch a surprise attack.

She engulfed him in a hug. "I thought that it could have been someone else, so I took precautions." She answered his unasked question. Suddenly, she pulled away. "Anyway, where have you been?!"

Harry winced at the sharp tone of Bella's voice, dropping the bag he was holding to the ground and holding his hands up in defence. "I thought that you would appreciate some decent food for breakfast this morning before we go into Diagon Alley. I was intending to be back before you woke up."

Her facial expression softened as she heard his words, before she picked up the bag from the floor and took it over to the bed.

"How did you manage to make this pig-sty look so good?"

She gave a sly wink over her shoulder. "We Black woman have a few tricks up our sleeve as well Mr. Potter."

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Harry and Bella were standing outside of a run-down, dark and dreary shop with a faded sign that read 'Kimana's Wands". The shop was located deep within Knockturn Alley in an area that Harry was sure was almost rotting from the filth that lined everything.

Both of them had been and got their robes previously from a shop that was run by an elderly man closer to Diagon Alley, but still deep enough that they could trust the shop owner to not turn them over. Harry had been done within ten minutes of entering the shop, Bellatrix however, took slightly longer. He supposed he should have expected it from a witch who liked to examine and try everything on that she even remotely liked. He only found one good thing about the trip and that was that he got to watch Bella come out of the single dressing room and parade around in here various boots, trousers and robes; she even went as far as to try some skimpy sleepwear, but both decided that their current sleeping arrangements were more than satisfactory.

Harry only managed to get Bella out of the shop when he reminded her that they still needed to get their wands and be at Gringotts for his ascension ritual.

Bella was wearing a new black leather biker jacket that was left open to reveal the tight black robes that she wore underneath, doing a very good job at accentuating her curves. The robes' hem was torn diagonally so that at their lowest they reached just above here knee before travelling upwards and stopping just below the opposite hip, exposing the skinny black trousers that she wore beneath. Following her long legs down would lead to the black high-heels she wore. If anyone looked at her, they would think she was off to an upper class party, not a grimy shop to buy a wand.

Harry was dressed more casually in a slim black polo shirt and dark blue jeans which were tucked into a pair of 8 eyelet black Dr. Marten boots.

They walked into the wand shop holding their heads high and ready to face any danger that may come at them. As they crossed the threshold though, their view changed. Instead of the grimy shop they had seen outside they were now looking at a room that was bathed in a warm, golden light. The worktops were littered with wood shavings and the place smelled pleasantly of wood and honey. There were a few tools scattered around and now and then a half-finished wand could be seen, lying in and amongst the other shavings.

"Aaahhhhh, Mister Potter."

Both Bellatrix and Harry swirled to where the raspy voice had come from, only to see the two large eyes of a certain wand maker.

"Ollivander?!"

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Well, there you have it, Chapter 10. I know it's not very long but it's gonna take me a while to get back into the swing of things. I hope (HOPE) to be able to update soon so stick around. Leave me a review if you want, if not then fair enough.