Wizarding Royalty

Chapter 3: Wizards

"I've done it," Dumbledore exclaimed quietly to his dark office. A few paintings jumped in shock and gave a short screech of surprise. 

"Phineas, can you alert your grandson that I have completed the spell, and we should be ready to move out tomorrow? I will alert the rest of the Order," Dumbledore asked the portrait of the past headmaster: Phineas Nigelleus Black. The former headmaster grumbled but ran out of sight to his connecting picture in Twelve Grimmauld Place

"Psst, boy," Phineas whispered to try and get wake one of the boys in the room. 

Harry made a mumbling sound but did not wake. 

"Potter," Phineas tried louder. 

This time Harry bolted upright from his position on the bed and looked around the room. Phineas was unsure if it was because of the nightmare the boy seemed to be having when he walked in or because of Phineas's attempts to wake him. 

On Harry's third look around the room he noticed Phineas in his portrait, "Who are you?" he asked. 

"Phineas Nigelleus Black, former headmaster of Hogwarts. Now go get my great-great-grandson. I wish to speak to him," Phineas curtly introduced. 

"Who is that?" Harry asked skeptically. 

"Why the only Black in the house of course," Phineas said a hint of distaste in his voice. His grandson was not his favorite person because he was sorted into Gryffindor. All Blacks before Sirius were Slytherins and everyone expected Sirius to continue that legacy yet he did not. 

Harry realized that the man was talking about his godfather and rushed out of the room to find him. 

Harry finally found Sirius sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of hot cocoa. The older wizard had been woken up by a nightmare about his time in Azkaban and wasn't able to go back to sleep, so he pulled out a mug, some cocoa powder, sugar, salt, vanilla, and milk to make the coco. Sometimes it was nice to make something from scratch and for yourself. 

"Um... Sirius, I have a portrait of a former headmaster in my room wanting to speak to you." 

Sirius was brought out of his thoughts suddenly by Harry's words. He groaned and followed the younger boy toward the room where his great-great-grandfather's portrait was arranged. 

"What do you want?" Sirius asked the portrait as he emerged into the room. 

"You may not want the young one to hear this," Phineas automatically replied.  Sirius motioned for Harry to leave the room for a bit to which the teen clenched his teeth. He was tired of being treated like a child who had not yet faced the dangers of the world. He had fought Voldemort not once, not twice, but three times and survived. Harry had also completed the Triwizard Tournament that he was put into by the Moody imposter and watched Voldemort rise from the grave. 

Grudgingly, Harry left the room. He tried to listen in but only caught snippets of the conversation, "Dumbledore...spell...leave...retrieve...children." 

"Thanks. Who...going?" 

"Ask him." 

Sirius opened the door and beckoned Harry back into the room. Phineas was gone most likely returned to Hogwarts through the painting. 

"What was that about?" Harry asked. 

"Nothing too important, Harry," Sirius dismissed. The conversation had in fact been about the collection of the royals. Dumbledore had finished his tracking spell and was ready to bring them in. 

The next morning another Order meeting was held. 

Sirius ate breakfast next to his boyfriend and was more relaxed from the comforting feeling of Lupin next to him.