Chapter 8: Firstborn!

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That was intense. The books and the movies don't do the cart system justice. It was completely mind-blowing and thrilling, and I'm not ashamed to admit I screamed a couple of times when I nearly fell out when we went down a very sharp dip that I hadn't seen coming.

Staggering out of the cart once we came to a stop. I was a little unsteady on my feet after that experience.

It might take me a couple goes to get used to the ride. Ironclaw just smirked as he watched me stagger my way to the door as he waited for me.

"What a ride." I said as I steadied myself on the wall beside the vault door.

Ironclaw gave me a grin, "Indeed. Many young wizards say so their first time. Now to business. Please place your right hand on the vault door Heir Black. The magic upon it will recognize you as the heir Black and will permit you entry."

I nodded as I straightened up and after a moment to prepare myself, I placed my right hand on the door as Ironclaw had told me.

I could feel the faint hum below my fingertips, it was nothing like the feeling I had when I put on the heir ring it was much less potent.

It faded away seconds later and I heard the loud clicks of the inner door workings moments later as the door began to open and I couldn't keep the shock off my face when I looked inside.

To say the inside of the vault was huge does not do it justice.

The inner ceiling was at least two floors high and it went in at least a hundred meters after the entrance corridor.

Towards the back I could see shelves filled with tombs and books and to the side were various other shelves with doesn't of items on each.

Trunks stacked up in multiple stacks made of various fabrics filled one section of the wall. In the centre of the room was a huge mound of gold galleons that was at stretched back at least sixty meters and was nearly touching the ceiling, there was just so much.

Ironclaw bowed his head to me slightly, "I shall wait here for your return, call if you need me."

I nodded my head in response before I started forward down the small entrance corridor and into the main vault.

Walking in I let my eyes roam around I didn't know where to start when suddenly I jumped when a male voice spoke. "Who are you and what are you doing here!"

I jumped and swerved to find the source of the voice and my eyes widened as they settled on the source.

Along the back wall of the vault were paintings a large number of them which I hadn't seen from the entrance hall, and the voice had come from the second to last one.

The painting was of a man with long black hair and hard-features, and piercing grey eyes, dressed in rich looking black robes who was watching me with his hard gaze. My eyes flickered to the golden nameplate and my eyes widened,

"Orion Black." I said as I realized looking at the portrait of just who it was, Sirius and Regulus's father, my grandfather.

"I will not ask again boy, who are you? And what are you doing in here," Orion said his tone hard as he looked at me with his hard gaze.

I straightened slightly and my shoulders set as I turned fully to look at the portrait before I spoke. "My name is Magnus Roark Black, and am the newly named heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."

Orion's eyes grew a fraction wider when he heard this as he seemed to take in my appearance more as he looked me over.

"How is this possible?" he spoke his tone somewhat lighter, "The only way you could be Heir Black at your age would be if you were born of the family," he said as he narrowed his eyes once more, "Who is your father boy?"

I didn't falter as he questioned me, nor as I replied. "I am the firstborn of your second born, Regulus Arcturus Black, the lost son of the House of Black, now found." I blinked, why had I just said that… it was like something was telling me it was the correct thing to say.

Orion's eyes definitely did widen when I said that and it looked as if someone had smacked him across the face.

His eyes then darted down to my hand and the heir ring and he seemed to let out a breath before swallowing.

"I see, I had thought that…. That the house was all but lost when I was told of my son's… your father's death. I am glad to see that the Black blood still flows strong." he said as he nodded his head to me, "You are most welcome here Heir Black. I am sorry but your father never had his portrait made. So you will not be able to speak to him, but myself and my wife Walburga, will assist you with anything you need." he said respectfully, "If you have any questions do not hesitate to ask us".

I nodded, "Thank you, grandfather, I will do that. But I fear that I may do so quite often, I was raised outside of the wizarding world. Until recently I was in an orphanage and until not half an hour ago I did not know I had any family at all." I said before gesturing around me, "All of this is completely new to me."

Orion nodded to my words, "I see. Yes you do have a lot to learn then. But at least you seem to possess a strong fortitude, which is good. You will need that if you want to be the next Lord Black. Knowledge can be learned, but it takes a certain fortitude and strength to be a Lord, I think you will do nicely. If you will wait a moment I will fetch your grandmother from her portrait at Black Manor, she will want to speak with you now that you have been found."

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