STARLIGHT

Chapter 3

Harry was starting to get used to the random Black family members knocking on their door.

Each came to lecture his dad and then turn to coo and pinch his cheeks. Fawning over him looking like a "little Sirius Black" and how he was such a cute little child and so on.

Weren't the Blacks nearly extinct? Why were there so many alive now? How did his dad easily take Headship, you couldn't convince him that no one tried to claim it in Sirius' absence.

Harry found out that the Family Head Ring had to accept the person in order to gain said Headship. And the last person ballsy enough to try was fatally wounded in attempt.

The Family Head Ring accepted Sirius easily, so that's why no one threw up a fuss when Sirius finally returned to the Family after even running away for a few years. Family Magics was a complex thing.

Harry chewed on his dino nuggets in thought as he sat in his father's study who was actually working hard on filling out the many paperwork's that was let unattended when the Lord seat was vacant for a year when the Lord Orion and his wife, Lady Walburga suddenly died.

Within 3 years, Sirius lost his parents and younger brother, leaving him alone with his son.

Harry occasionally glanced at his dad, before coloring in the coloring books Aunt Dromeda had gotten him the last time she visited.

*Knock knock*

Both father and son stopped with what they were doing and turned to look at the door.

"Come in." Sirius called in the house-elf. There was a ward around the house that informed Sirius of everyone's identity and whereabouts.

Tobby, the house elf bowed respectfully to Sirius and Harry. "Lord Sirius, Lady Lestrange has arrived with young master, Marius." He dutifully reported and disappeared when Sirius dismissed him.

"Marius?"

"Your Aunt Bellatrix's son, he's two years older than you."

Harry chewed his lip in thought, there was no Marius Lestrange back in his original universe. He wondered how he would act, hopefully sane.

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Harry stood next to Sirius's long legs, bowing elegantly as his grandmother yell– taught him to do.

"Greetings, Lady Lestrange, Cousin Marius." Harry greeted cutely. He tried to sound serious but his childish voice ruined any sense of seriousness he tried to display.

Bellatrix literally melted from cuteness but her face was stoic as ever.

But her face betrayed her as she cracked a half smile at his little bow, her son on the other hand was as emotionless as his father and uncle. A pity.

"Little Aries, is it? You look just like your father, cute and easy to crush. Oh, your eyes are the same."

Harry momentarily paused, what did she say? Was that a threat? Should he be concerned???

Harry finally took noticed of the 4 years old boy next to her, who had a stoic face. He took in the older boy's appearance, he had short dark brown hair and the same gray eyes of most Blacks.

Meanwhile, Marius also evaluated the younger boy at the same time. He looked nearly identical to the picture he saw of his uncle Sirius when he was a little boy.

Marius was highly intelligent for a 4 year old, and fully understood that the little boy in front of him was his little cousin Aries, and that his mother took him along because she wanted him to get along with Aries.

Marius didn't really mind, because when Marius looked into Aries' eyes, he realized that the younger boy was a lot smarter than he let on.

At least it wasn't another Parkinson, Crabbe, or Goyle. Those three gave him constant headaches every time he was force to play with them.

For once, Marius took the initiative and walked over to Aries and took his hand. "I will play with you little cousin."

Bellatrix was a bit surprised, this is the first time her son was actually willing to play with another child. Most of the time he looked at other children with disdain and reluctance.

"Looks like my son really like little Aries." Bellatrix commented nonchalantly to Sirius who was a little jealous of little Marius who got to play happily with his son while he was forced to do paperwork. How was that fair!

"Hn."

Bellatrix: "..." What's with that jealous glare? Stop glaring at my son.