Along came a little brother

Sitting beside the cot of his younger brother, Harry James Potter, know now to everyone else as Turais Rigel Black, rubbed one forefinger slowly down the stretch of his forehead, tracing the outline of the lightning bolt scar that sat there. Walburga had shrieked and shrieked when she'd come to wake him up the morning of November the first to see blood all over his pillow. Apparently he's scratched the scar into his head whilst sleeping. That was a new way of acquiring it, but once again he was now, as Draco Malfoy had so beautifully put it long ago, a 'scar-head'.

His newest mother had been furious that the imperfection wouldn't leave his head, right up until Orion had pointed out it was the rune Sowilo, Known for guidance and success. Walburga apparently hadn't taken ancient runes for an elective, while her husband clearly had.

After that, the duo seemed to have accepted it, even proudly shown it off to Arcturus, Orion father an thus, Harry's paternal grand-father. The older male had hummed, nodding slightly and poked at the scar, but had done no more than that. He'd been left alone after that. His parents had been growing worried for Harry had yet to speak a word to them. Kreacher had been assigned to read him books whenever he had free time, so both he and Sirius would usually spend an hour or tow a day laid out on the large paly-pen floor with Kreacher regarding them with tales of Merlin and Morgana. It was the first time harry had grown up in a dark family so close to what considered his own time, and so far, it'd certainly been an experience.

"Turais! Are you awake yet? There are presents to- Turais! Where are you!"

Harry smiled slightly, watching as Sirius' eyes opened in unpleasant surprise at the screaming banshee that was their mother, the baby blue orbs starting to water. Harry's own eyes had just settled into the typical grey of the Black family, nut he was well aware that whenever he used magic, more magic than any person could, that they would glow their usual green.

the baby Sirius before him, even a third of a year old, let out a low hiccup and in that moment harry knew he was about to stat crying. Reaching inside himself, Harry snatched at his magic, the energy that still fluctuated and would until he kept exercising it, before drawing it out.

Balls of light, all different colours, shapes and sizes bloomed into existence. Harry twisted at the light, at the magic, till a set of miniature patroni were dancing around Sirius. Padfood leaping back and forth, no bigger than Harry's leg, was followed by prongs, and then moony. the trio kept circling,, leaping over one another as Sirius let out a small squeal. His eyesight wouldn't be good enough to recognise the figures, but the fact he too joy in them was good enough for Harry, who was sat by the boy's bedside leading the trio through their movements.

A sharp intake of breath from behide him let Harry know he wasn't alone, and he snapped around to look at hi mother and father, both of whom were staring at the spot where the marauders had been.

"what was that ! Turais! Were you doing magic?" Walburga shot forwards picking him up and Harry grunted, squirming about till he was once again facing Sirius. His new mother let out a screech of annoyance, passing him off to Orion whom just held him by the waist, leaving Harry almost horizontal in his urge to stay close to Sirius. They didn't let him near his younger brother too much, he wasn't sure why, but it really annoyed hum.

"Siri sad."

Dear Merlin he hayed dumbing himself down, but he'd draw even more attention if he were to suddenly start speaking sentences.

"What were you doing Turais?! We told you magic is dangerous near Sirius, he's too young."

Harry could understand Orion's worry. say what you want about the two Blacks, but right now, they did care about them. Even if they had a funny way of showing it. Orion was a lot calmer than his wife, that was for sure, And maybe Harry should show his talent a little more, because then maybe they'd let him stay closer to Sirius.

"Appy," Harry finally slurred out, summoning up a small patronus of Padfood once again, letting the dog dance over to Sirius but not before brushing against Orion's fingers.

the man nearly dropped him.

"Salazar! Walburga, that was a patronus! I felt it! just touch it , it's exactly like one."

Harry directed the dog to brush it's furry form against Walburga's arm, who clutched tighter at the gurgling Sirius. Harry was twisted around again till he was staring into Orion's eyes, blinking his own with as much innocence as he could muster.

"Are you doing that consciously? Did you summon that magic to make Sirius happy again?"

Harry pretended to think about it before slowly nodding, summoning up prongs and moony again. A snap from the left had the both of them turning towards Walburga, who'd put down the now amused Sirius in order to take a picture of the both of them, surrounded by the new patroni that Harry had called up.

"NO one would believe us unless we had proof!" She snapped in return, shuffling off, no doubt to get her evidence as quickly as possible. Harry watch the woman go, somewhat bemused. So much pride in the House of Black and it's children.

"Shall we go downstairs then?"

.

Nestled almost fully underneath the Christmas tree, Harry wiggled through the multitude of gifts that'd been sent to both himself and Sirius from the other dark families that sat at the top of the political chain. There was some good presents, but he couldn't really use a dragon leather wand holster now. Well, he could, but he'd have to shrink it down and call up the Elder Wand, something which would undoubtedly startle his parents.

Walburga, in a display of motherly affection that had astounded Harry, was cradling a sleeping Sirius close to her chest whilst Orion went to fetch their cousins from the fire place. The three black sisters would be coming over for an hour or so, just for present giving and thank-you's. And now this year where he wasn't sleeping through it, he'd probably be expected to say the same thing. Damn. He didn't like it.

Narcissa was only two years and a half years his elder, whilst Andromeda was four years older, with Bellatrix born six and half years before him, putting her at eight years old. Harry was just thankful that he'd been young enough that Walburga saw no point in taking him out to meet hsi family, only letting them come to him. However, he had a deep feeling within his stomach that this wouldn't be the status quo for much longer.

Ignoring the sounds of the fire-place bursting to life elsewhere in the house, harry finally spotted the present that had been calling him; a small box wrapped neatly in black paper with only the lightest of shines to it. Deaths usual present then.

Ripping open the package, he found inside the customary baby bracelet, the symbol of the Hallows held between two strands of soft leather. From past experience he knew it would grow as he did, eventually becoming a simple looking leather necklace that would see the metal symbol heat whenever he was using one of the Hallows. Yet another reminder of just what he was

"Merry Christmas Aunt Walburga."

The trio of voices ripped Harry from his musing, a small sigh falling from his lips as he carefully attached the bracelet to his wrist. It would not be coming off unless he wanted it to.

"Turais! Come out from under that tree right now!"

Grimacing, Harry slowly backed up, lifting his head once he had the room to observe his three cousins. Narcissa was the only blonde, as expected, and looked innocently young, now sat on the sofa next to het aunt, Andromeda was too busy cooing over Sirius and asking when he's be old enough to crawl, which meant-

"hello lickle Turais." Dear god. the phrase had started in childhood.

Harry sat back on his rump, frowning, at the same time mentally clocking his aunt and uncle entering the door.

"Hello Bell," Harry muttered back, his face almost dead from lack of movement, Bellatrix seemed somewhat thrown by the fact he hadn't cried or something, because her big dark eyes were blinking at him in shock.

"Turais! Come here, show you aunt and uncle the magic you did this morning,"

Harry fought down the urge to snarl. He was not a preforming monkey, and had this been any other child -disregarding the fact any other child wouldn't have been able to preform the magic he had- then there'd have been no chance for a repeat performance. However, he was who he was, and if his so called 'genius' was going to show early, then it was going to show early.

As such, Harry began making his way over unsteady feet as Bellatrix recited her last bout of accidental magic.

"Pa'foo, 'ongs or 'oony"

"Can you manage all three?" Orion had returned now, Kreacher behind him holding up all the presents they'd given with magic.

Harry chewed on his lip. looking at the now awake Sirius before nodding slowly. Twisting his wrist and giving a small wiggle of his fingers. Harry watched as his patroni danced free, a small Moony and Padfoot racing to the latter's human counterpart and dancing before his eyes as Sirius let out a giggle at the sight. And for the shock factor, Harry had seen to it Prongs was full size, dancing in the open space upon the rug before snorting into Narcissa's hair, who let out a cry of shock.

"Sweet Salazar, that's a patronus."

"He never did a big one earlier, it was three small ones! Turais, can you male them al big?" Orion had crouched down to his level now, and Harry decided to push him, holding out his arms in a obvious request to be held up. They'd not carried him since he'd learnt to walk, leaving it to Kreacher to make sure he could get down the stairs okay. Now however, it looked like they'd be taking a bit more of an interest.

Two warm hands came together around his middle, lifting him up till he was resting against Orion's side. He was significantly easier to melt than Walburga, who was looking rather annoyed Orion was still babying him.

In response, harry had both Padfoot and Moony dance over to prongs, growing as they went till a fully sized werewolf patronus was sat beside a stag and grim.

"That is a werewolf."

"Cygnus, that boy is holding three pratroni steady without a wand." his aunt by marriage Deurella, seemed to be the most level headed. She was the source of Narcissa' light hair, that much was obvious.

Flicking his wrist again, Harry let the pratroni fade away and watched ad the adults went on to discuss him like a pack of hyenas fighting over a corpse.

"I thought you were lying when you said he blew the widows out on his birth."

"I don't need to lie. Turais is exceptional. As expected of the next heir to the House of Black."

Harry looked down at his new jewellery, noting that the symbol that'd been made of metal was now a soft plastic, ready to teeth on. death was always looking out for him, especially in this till developing, small body. He was a late teether this time, which was irritating.

Bellatrix was trying to get some more attention now, almost jumping up and down in front of her parents who were still 'discussing' with Walburga.

A hand ran through his hair and Harry paused, twisting around to get a better look at the source. His father was smiling at him, before shockingly enough, pressing a kiss on his temples.

"You will be great son."

Harry could only nod slightly, startled. maybe he could keep his family from hating each other if he tried hard enough.

just maybe.