Inspired and influenced by [Hadrian Black]
https://www.wattpad.com/story/201904077-hadrian-black
What happened when the Potters abandon their daughter when Albus Dumbledore declared Harry Potter as the BWL?
Will she ever forgive them? Or will she b...
James and Lily Potter landed outside the gates of Black Manor, and had to stop and stare at the gorgeous manor. The manor itself was gleaming and screaming wealth. It actually made the Potters feel inferior for the first time since that Samian night in 1981. They walked together through the gates that opened once they were closer, and walked over the bridge, that allowed them to cross the moat surrounding the house. Knocking on the door, and waiting for it to open, James' irritation went to new heights as soon as he saw the Head of the Black family elves. Kreacher.
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As soon as Kreacher saw the Potters stood outside the door, he wanted to slam it shut in their face. He didn't think that his Master and Mistress would like having their dirty feet on the great Black Estate. Kreacher could be said to be an elf that was completely obsessed with his Master and Mistress' greatness and the Black family name. He first hated Emerald, but when he saw all the signs of the Black family in her, he went ballistic and was crazy happy, wanting to serve his Master and Mistress. He was a proud elf.
As soon as Great Mistress Walburga and Master Orion had saw her intelligence, they begun to teach her how to be the perfect Pureblood. Even if they were only portraits. They were proud of what Mistress Emerald had become and so was Kreacher. Kreacher was proud to serve such greatness in the Black name.
Kreacher openly sneered at them, looking them up and down. "What can Kreacher do for you?" Kreacher openly showed them that their presence did not make Kreacher happy.
James and Lily were furious as to how a house-elf was speaking to them, them, the parents of the Boy-who-Lived.
James tried to sneer back and failed miserably. "We would like to meet Emerald." James stated trying to be intimating, like a Pureblood, and again, failed miserably. Nothing compared to his Great Mistress Emerald and Master Sirius.
Kreacher let out a huff of annoyance. "Very well, follow me." Kreacher turned around and led them into the house and leaving them in the foyer in front of the stairs, to get his Mistress Emerald.
James and Lily were once again astounded, to say the least. The inside, like the outside, practically screamed luxury. All the objects in this room alone, must have cost thousands of Galleons. However, it was nothing they couldn't afford.
All the portraits in the house seemed to be disgusted with their presence, and that was made very clear to James and Lily. This caused Kreacher to be happy once again. While James and Lily was looking around the foyer in awe, they failed to notice the portrait of Walburga Black on the wall, and she had a gleam in her eyes. She wanted a show, and she would get one. All the other portraits in the foyer, all looked on eagerly, also waiting for the show.
"What are you filthy Mudbloods, and Bloodtraitors doing here?" Walburga shrieked in a high pitched voice.
Lily did not like that word, hence her face showing her sadness. James was furious by seeing that look on his wife's face. They started bickering back and forth, while Lily was still hurt, so her focus was not looking at them or paying attention to their pissing match.
