Hey everyone, I am currently transferring all my chapters from ao3 to FFN as I want to post the story on both sites. If you are interested in reading more, please head over to "The Heir of the House of Black" by ravenclawblues (ravenclaw_blues) on ao3. It has been updated to Chapter 7 already! Please give your thoughts and comments! I love to improve as a writer and as a storyteller and every comment helps. I would also like to hear from you in general as well!

-ravenclawblues 2019-09-20

The next few chapters (Chapters 1 - 5) will be a bit bleak, but it is important for the underlying premise of the story. I implore readers to not be deterred due to its darker undertones compared to the original story. Please give the story a try up until the end of Chapter 6 to get a general idea. There will be levity instead of all doom-and-gloom.

-ravenclawblues 2019-09-23

A big thank you to Tsume Yuki for being my beta for this chapter.

Chapter 1

Prologue: Turais Rigel Orion Black

July 31, 1958 (Thursday)

Cold air hit his body uncomfortably as Harry cringed and let out an involuntary cry. His eyes were shut tightly as his small ears picked up the first sounds of this world - voices chatting, fabrics shifting, feet shuffling.

"-a healthy screamer, this one – "

"-beautiful, pureblood heir," someone cooed as a finger caressed his sensitive cheek. Suddenly, he felt something soft being wrapped around his body, something snuggly (flannel? cotton?) as he was lifted upwards. He settled into a depression filled with warmth. An embrace, Harry guessed.

Slowly, Harry cracked open his bleary eyes a mere inch. There was a handsome face filling up his entire view as his body was swayed gently. The man was looking down at him, his eyes crinkled with joy.

Harry was mesmerized with his eyes that shone so brightly as though there were glimmering films. And beneath the sheen, there were two rings of light grey with a subtle purple undertones that communicated peacefulness and were also accented with specks of charcoal that hinted at a modest air of aristocracy and class.

Harry was finally able to peel his gaze away from the soulful eyes and turned his attention to the combed-up raven hair and the well-trimmed handlebar moustache. His appearance was reminiscent of his godfather, only… posher.

"Thank the magic, it is a boy," a female voice said outside his view. Harry recognized her voice, yet he could not place where he has heard the voice from. As the man moved Harry away from him, he squirmed despite feeling himself being placed onto a soft surface. The loss of the man's touch made he lose the sense of warmth and safety. He wanted to stay with the man.

Then, a woman came into view and blocked out the man as she loomed over him. Her face looked familiar – the pointed nose, high cheekbones, and piercing black eyes that would have frightened him if he did not detect the hint of softness behind them. There was little warmth to her obsidian eyes and Harry shivered. But suddenly, recognition slapped him across the face, tearing forth a scream of surprise.

Walburga Black.

He felt his magic rushing through his body instinctively as it reacted defensively against the perceived threat. However, his tiny body was unable to handle the flood of magic; causing him to discharge the energy uncontrollably into the room. The window and vases on the cupboard shattered as the door slammed shut; two landscape portraits hanging on the wall crashed down to the ground in two loud thumps. A woman, the wet nurse, shrieked.

"Merlin. Was that accidental magic?" The man, who Harry assumed is his father and no doubt named Orion Arcturus Black, stared at him in awe. "B…but, isn't he far too young for – "

"Orion, only the best for the new heir of the House of Black!" the woman in view snapped at her husband and looked back at him with a bigger, genuine smile. "My little prince. You will be called Turais Rigel Orion Black, the newest heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. And you will become the strongest Black of all."

'Welcome to the House of Black, young Master.'

Harry screamed.

Entire chapter is inspired by: Tsume Yuki's "Time to Put Your Galleons Where Your Mouth Is" - Prologue: I Brought You Kicking and Screaming Into This World.