The Chronicles of Black.

"You boys are the apples of my eye. I care for you both, but I can't forgive that son of mine for abandoning you both, even if it was the best thing that could have happened for all involved. I will never forgive him for what he did to you, Rodolphus, it is as simple as that. If he puts another foot out of line, I will dispose of him and I hope that you boys don't think ill of me for that if it comes to pass."

"Of course not, Grandfather." Rabastan said. "After all of our meetings, Harry has been hinting at the same thing. He says that my father isn't good for me and that he's hindering my recovery and if he had to, he'd be willing to eliminate the threat to me."

Xerxes was surprised to hear that, but he chuckled darkly. "I've said it numerous times over the last month or so, but I really do like that boy. I'm glad that he's joining the family. He'll fit in well. I must remember to tell Lucius that his son is planning cold-blooded murder, he'll be so proud of how far Harry has come in just seven weeks."

"He's said now that he wants five children at a minimum. It was in the letter that he just sent me. I'm not sure if he's testing my reactions or if he really wants even more children than that but has been told to only have the three children. It feels like he's working on bringing me around to his way of thinking and his desire to have more than the three that he's been told to have. But as of our last correspondence, he wishes for five children."

Xerxes laughed. "You get a ring on that boy's finger this winter, Rabastan, you hear me. You can't let a treasure like that get away from you. The most you could expect from a pureblooded witch is one or two children. If you had a wife like your brother then you'd have none. Five! I can hardly wait for you both to be married. I don't care if he's testing you or being told to only have a certain number of children by others, you get that boy with as many children as you can."

"Tell grandfather how Harry formatted his letter for you, Basti." Rodolphus teased with a smirk.

Rabastan laughed scratchily and pulled a long, actually an incredibly long, letter from his pocket and unfolded the piece of parchment that had to have been at least two feet in length, if not longer. He could definitely understand why his grandsons had come to the conclusion that Harry had been writing it for two or so weeks.

Xerxes took the letter and looked at it and he laughed as he saw that each separate paragraph was written in different coloured inks.

"I mentioned to him just once that sometimes I have trouble following long passages of text because I forget where I was and I can't find where I'd left off in a passage easily." "So he wrote you a two-foot-long letter and put each paragraph in a drastically different colour so that you knew exactly where you were and if you did lose your place, then you'd know what you'd already read from the colours. That boy is coming very close to worming his way into my cold heart."

"Rabastan almost had a heart attack when he saw the length of the letter, then he realised what Harry had done for him and he almost cried from happiness." Rodolphus said, getting a shove from his younger brother in the process.

Xerxes smiled as he read the words that Harry had written. He could tell that the boy really had come to love his Rabastan and he couldn't be happier…except perhaps when Harry presented him with his very first great-grandchild. The next generation of Lestranges. Harry was upset and fed up. This was the second time in a month that he had to hunt all over the school and the grounds for his belongings. He contented himself with the knowledge that this would be the last time though. He'd gotten permission from Professor Flitwick to get an advanced Charms book from the Restricted Section of the library. One that contained an incredibly powerful locking charm that the imbeciles in his dorm room wouldn't be able to break in their wildest daydreams.

As he snatched up another one of his books that had been jammed into the visor of a suit of armour, its spine twisted and the leather cover and the pages shredded, he vowed that he would have his revenge for this.

"What are you doing?"

Harry turned to look at his brother, and Draco and his friends actually took a step back from the anger and hate in his eyes. "They won't get away with this." He hissed.

"They took all of your stuff again?!" Draco demanded.

"Everything, even my robes this time. I had to transfigure my pyjamas into a normal shirt and trousers to come looking for my things. They even took my fucking trunk."

"I thought you were going to get a locking charm." Blaise asked.

"I got one, but it took a while to convince Flitwick of why I needed a book from the Restricted Section. Too long. I was going to cast the charm tonight after I'd gotten used to the spell, but it seems that they got there before I did and they spent the night throwing my stuff all over the castle."

"Come on, let's look for it all." Draco sighed as he headed off in the opposite direction, looking high and low for books or clothes stuffed into alcoves or behind statues. Harry was so angry and it fed the cold, icy anger inside of him, engorging it and causing it to grow bigger until he could barely see straight from the anger. They would come to regret this; he'd make damn sure of it.

It took him hours to find everything that he'd lost, including spotting his trunk bobbing in the lake from the third floor. By the time he'd gotten all of his things back, and dried those that were soaking wet from being thrown into the lake or down a toilet, it was almost dinner time.

He'd wasted an entire day, that he had previously planned to spend studying, chasing down his own possessions. Some of which were so wet or so damaged that he didn't even want to keep them, including the shredded robes that he'd found pieces of all over the fifth and sixth floors. "I sent a list to father of all the things that are too damaged or not worth saving. He'll have new ones sent to you soon." Draco told him.

"Even my trunk has been warped by spending the night in the lake." He groused. He was in a foul mood.

"I say that we curse them." Blaise said.

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