Harry woke up feeling tingly all over. He got the feeling like he had done something stupid that he was now paying for. It was a familiar feeling as Madam Pomfrey could attest to. He sat up slowly and looked around him. He could see that he was laying on a very big bed in a very big and very luxurious looking room. He was laying on a soft matrass in a kingsized bed that felt amazing. The bed had black velvet hangings like at Hogwarts with what looked like glimmering stars stitched on them and the sheets made from a dark green silk.
The bed was beautiful and the stars on the hanging were so very Black that Harry had to chuckle. How much extra could one get? But that wasn't all Harry saw as he looked around him.
The bedroom itself was bigger then the four bedrooms on Privet Drive put together and was tastefully decorated if a bit posh and dark. The colours seem to be mostly black, silver, a dark forest green and lot of dark wood.
Yet it wasn't at all gloomy. It looked masculine and luxurious and Harry liked it. He was glad that at least some of the rooms in this house seemed to be neat and not creepy at all. It woudn't be something he would chose for himself but it was so much better than he was used to. No more lumpy matresses or broken furniture in cupboards or somebody's second bedrooms for him!
Harry tried to get up and out of bed but he was kinda dizzy and something seemed very strange. Things felt different than normal. Was he taller? What did the blood adoption potion do to him? He walked on shaking Bambi legs to the giant three part mirror in the dressing part of the room and stopped and stared at himself.
He looked...
He looked like Sirius. Oh there was still a lot of his birth parents in there but now he had Sirius his cheekbones and a fuller mouth then he used to have and his hair was a very dark kind of black now just like Sirius. Like an actual Black.
Harry thought that the potion would just change his blood as if he had three parents not actually change his appearance! But he looked like Sirius now. Looking in the mirror at himself was now thrice as heartbreaking yet lovely as before.
His face was more angular then the round face he had before taking the potion. He still had the same green eyes as his mother but they shined like Sirius's eyes used to. Like the stars the Blacks were named after.
He still had the messy Potter hair and the same tanned skin tone but he seemed to have grown a few inches, filled out a bit. He was also surprised to notice that he was able see without having to put on his glasses.
Sirius's face, his mother's eyes and his father's hair. It was brilliantly heartbreaking to see them back in himself. Yet Harry could only conclude that he looked good. Better then he ever had before even with his enormous bedhead.
He might finally be taller than Hermione! That was so weird. He hoped there weren't any other weird consequences from his impulsive decision to drink the blood-adoption potion. He really needed to start thinking before he acted so impulsively. It wasn't good for his heart.
Making lists seemed to work out well for him. Maybe he should do that more often.
Harry looked around him as he walked to the closet next to the mirror and pulled out a black suit looking thing with an over robe. It looked way too fancy for a normal day in but looking in the closet Harry saw that it was this outfit or something even more fancy.
Harry got the horrible feeling that there would be a lot more of fancy suits in his future. He was sure Sirius was laughing at him somewhere for the look on his face at that thought.
As he put the suit on it re-sized to fit him perfectly. He looked in the mirror again and noticed that he looked a bit like a fairytale prince from Dudley's old childhood books. He laughed at that. Who would have thought that he would go from having Dudley's old oversized clothes to this?
He wondered how he got in this grand looking bedroom and decided to call Kreacher to him, the Elf would probably know more.
"Kreacher!" Harry said firmly and Kreacher popped up in front of him.
"What can Kreacher do for new Master Black?" The House Elf asked him surprisingly politely. Harry noticed the new and very much more respectful form of address but disregarded it after a short moment. Any sort of progress was welcome after all.
"What can you tell me about the changes that happend to me? Do you know how I got here? And where am I exactly?" Harry couldn't stop the questions from coming but strangely enough Kreacher didn't seem annoyed at the so-called bumbeling half-blood in front of him. Wait a minute, is Harry even a half-blood anymore after the blood adoption?
He really needed some more information on the blood adoption progress.
Kreacher seemed a bit confused as he said "New Master Black is now a Black. I be putting you in old Master Orion his rooms. It be the master suite. You be Master." He said like it was obvious. One could almost hear the 'Duh' in his old sounding voice. Harry was kinda amused to hear it. Kreacher didn't seem to have a lot of personality outside things involving blood purity before so he was glad to see a few more positive characteristics emerging.
Wait a minute, old Master Orion? Wasn't Orion Sirius's Father and the last Lord Black before his death when Sirius was still a young boy?
But Harry just said to his Elf, "Ah yes of course. Thank you, Kreacher." While trying to look like he knew what was happening. Like, why was this his life. Like really. Why did things always happen to Harry? He would bet that Malfoy never had to deal with these kind of things.
Kreacher bowed while saying, "Master be kind to old Kreacher. Kreacher just do I's job." And he popped quickly away before his strange new master could express some more gratitude.
Meanwhile Harry rememberd his promise to Kreacher to look for help around the old manor and he just happend to know the Elf for the job. So he called a cheerful, "Dobby!" And the colorful elf appeared with all his uniquely colored hats and socks on.
...Was that a pink sparkly unicorn on one of his socks? Well, each to their own Harry supposed.
"The Great and Kind Mr. Harry Potter Sir be calling for Dobby, Sir?" The Elf asked excitingly. Harry could just hear the captital letters in that sentence. If Dobby would be willing to be his Elf he really needed to stop doing that.
"Hello Dobby, how are you doing? Are you still liking your freedom and your work at Hogwarts?" Harry asked with no ulterior motive at all of course.
"Mister Harry Potter be so kind to ask after Dobby! Dobby be good with his job but other Elves not be understanding Dobby wanting pay." He said with his ears dropping. His friend looked sad and Harry was kind of scared he would start crying.
Crying Elves were the worst. So cute and helpless and nothing but more work could cheer them up. Except maybe socks. At least Dobby was one Elf who seemed to like them a lot.
"Oh that is too bad. I do hope that they aren't mean to you?" Harry asked. He really hoped he wouldn't have to go and have a talk with the House Elves of Hogwarts about being mean to his friend.
"Dobby ideas be new to other Elves so other Elves not be knowing what to do with Dobby. But Dobby be strong so Elves still be polite to I's." But Dobby didn't seem happy about it. Elves needed to be needed to be happy, Harry thought. He still felt a bit awkward asking him but he promised Kreacher and there wasn't a Elf he liked or trusted more than Dobby.
"Say Dobby, would you, like maybe, like to work for me? This old manor can use some extra help and it would be nice to live with a friend. I will pay you a sickle a week and you can take your pick out of any of the unused bedrooms that you want! Would you like that?" Harry babbled.
Was that okay? Dobby didn't seem like he was insulted. How did one usually ask a House Elf to work for them?
Meanwhile Dobby seemed to start vibrating from happiness, "The Great Master Harry Potter Sir be serious? He would be wanting to be Dobby's new family? Dobby accepts the Terms!" Dobby started forward and grabbed Harry's hand. He could feel a electric sting of magic traveling up his hand to his heart and both Dobby and Harry seemed to glow with magic for a little bit.
"Whoa, that was a rush. Was that normal of this kind of thing, Dobby?" Harry asked.
Dobby was dancing on the tip of his toes while he was dancing in circles around Harry, "Yes Great Master Harry Potter Sir! That be sign of a healthy House Elf bond. That be meaning we be honest and loyal in our bond. It be good sign! Very good indeed!"
Harry laughed, relieved and said, "You can just call me Harry, Dobby, as we are family now. Or if you are truly more comfortable with Master then Master Harry would also be alright, if you must. The Great Master Harry Potter Sir is such a mouth full don't you agree?"
Dobby nodded, "Dobby be calling you Master Harry then Master Harry!"
Harry nodded back at his friend and decided to ask what was on his mind, "Alright Dobby, now I have a few questions for you if you don't mind? I was wondering if I had to bond like this with the other House Elf here too? His name is Kreacher and he is a Black family Elf. He has to obey me now since Sirius is gone but would it be better for him to bond like we did? He doesn't seem to be as healty looking as you are."
Dobby calmed down at his question and had tears in his eyes as he said, "Master Harry be a kind and good master. It be a honour to Elves to be truly bonded to master. It be good and healthy for House Elves. We be having more magics then and can re-use used magicks from wizards and witches to clean up taint."
Harry didn't quite understand that explanation but made a note to read a book about it sometime soon if Dobby couldn't clarify.
"Okay, then I will call him and I will ask him if he wants to bond with me. Then you and he can meet each other. I do hope you and Kreacher will get along, Dobby. He is a bit cranky in his old age but I hope that with some company around the manor and a bond will help him get better again." Harry explained.
Dobby nodded and said, "Dobby be on his best behavior for Master Harry!"
Harry nodded. He knew the problem wouldn't be Dobby if things got sour between the two Elves. Unless Kreacher would start insulting Harry again, then Dobby might start it.
"Kreacher!" He called.
There was a quiet pop and there was Kreacher. Harry decided to introduce the Elves to each other first, "Kreacher this is Dobby. Dobby has agreed to be my bonded Elf and to help you take care of this Manor. I also wanted to ask you is you would like to personally bond to me as well? Dobby said it was healthy for Elves to bond to a wizard. Would you like that?"
Kreacher seemed speechless for a moment before he said, "Kreacher be happy there be help for Black Manor. Kreacher also be honored to be bonded to his new Master Black. What be your terms for bond?"
Harry smiled in relief and Dobby also seemed happy when Harry said, "I ask the same of you as I did yesterday. I want your loyalty and honesty. I want you to be helpful and respectful. And in exchange I promise I will never hurt you or expect you to punish yourself. If you did something wrong you will come to talk to me about it. That counts for the both of you, alright?"
"Kreacher agrees!" And so Kreacher started forward just as Dobby did before him and grabbed his hand. The sting was less painful this time but they glowed just as bright. Unfortunately all this magic from the bonding with both House Elves seemed too much for Harry after the blood-adoption and he fainted like the poncy fairytale prince he now looked like.