Making-Moves (I) [Chapter 170]

~~Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire~~

Magic swirled around Harry’s body as he continued to reinforce his body using the Martial Arts Technique Hela taught him. The Martial Art Technique wasn’t anything complicated, but it was extremely dangerous if you didn’t know what you were doing… The Martial Art Technique came along with a Breathing Technique which made it possible for him to breathe in his own Magic.

The Martial Art Technique allowed Harry to create an Energy Circle around his heart, which he would later use to enforce his whole body starting from the organs. A person with a single Energy Circle around their heart would be called a First-step Martial Artist, or that was what they were called in their home world and a person with two Energy Circles would be called a Second-step Martial Artist and so on…

Right now, Harry was only a First-step Martial Artist as he only had a single Energy Circle around his heart. He had more than abundant energy to create a second, third, or more Energy Circles, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do that as his body won’t be able to withstand such power if he didn’t reinforce his body correctly… He was able to learn the Cultivation Technique and the Breathing Technique with a single look, but that didn’t mean he mastered them with a single look.

He had the power to reach the last stage from the beginning thanks to his Reactor, but that didn’t mean that he could take too many shortcuts… He would never need to gather Mana to form the next Energy Circle, but he would always need to stabilize a circle perfectly before finally moving on to the next circle…

After almost half an hour, Harry finally opened his eyes and his eyes were glowing brightly… He breathed out and a fine mist of green Mana came out of his mouth. He clenched one of his fists and nodded his head in satisfaction… He was improving at a steady pace. He would have loved to increase the pace, but it was better to not rush sometimes.

According to Hela, an average person in that world took approximately two years to progress from First-step Martial Artist to a Second-step Martial Artist, and Harry was certain that he could become a Second-step Martial Artist within the next couple of months…

|Hadrain, let’s pay Barty a visit before breakfast. I want to see how he is faring| Lily requested in a gleeful tone and Harry wasn’t able to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

|We saw him only last night… He is suffering wonderfully. He won’t last a week before his Mind finally snaps| Harry drawled blandly.

|Yes, that is why I want to see him again… After another week. He won’t be suffering anymore and there won’t be any more screams| Lily complained and Harry had to admit, his mom did have a point, but he didn’t want to linger on Barty too much. What he did to Barty wasn’t for pleasure or anything. He simply did what he thought would be a fitting punishment for the bastard and that was it.

|No, we visit him tonight| Harry stated firmly, making Lily whine cutely inside his Mind. Yesterday, Barty lost his Magic after he failed to show up for the First Task and the suffering intensified due to that… He should have died for losing his Magic, but the Unicorn Blood in his system kept him alive and cognizant enough to feel the unbearable pain.

Harry turned slightly when he heard Alef’s arrival… “Master Harry, breakfast be ready” The house elf declared.

“Thank you, Alef. I will be there” Harry answered softly and Alef popped away after respectfully bowing his head. Alef wasn’t as fanatic as Dobby, but he was quite grateful to Harry for saving him from cruel masters. It has been a couple of months since Lucius acquired the house elf and Alef was downright afraid of Draco and Lucius as they would make him punish himself for the smallest excuse.

Alef didn’t mind working for Narcissa as she never abused him or ordered him to punish himself…

Harry slowly sat up from the floor and after getting in some appropriate clothes, he left his room and started to make his way toward the dining hall. Half a minute later, he was about to enter the dining hall when he heard some arguments from the inside. It made him frown as he immediately recognized the voices…

“...an eye on you, you uppity bitch!” He heard Sirius snarl before he finally entered the room and everyone turned toward him. It looked like Narcissa and Sirius were having an argument and Harry wanted to know why… He could already guess what might have happened as his Godfather was overly protective of him, which was extremely unnecessary.

“What is happening?” Harry asked as he glanced at Narcissa and Sirius questioningly. Narcissa pursed her lips in displeasure and Sirius simply looked somewhat angry but neither of them said anything. “I asked you two a question” This time there was a certain level of coldness in his voice and Narcissa easily recognized the tone. She had witnessed what kind of cruelty he was capable of first-hand.

“Your Godfather walked in and started to accuse me of scandalous things” Narcissa revealed, making Sirius glare at her.

“I see…” Harry muttered as he slowly approached the table and looked at Sirius.

“That was not what I did!” Sirius decided to defend himself. “What I said was completely true” Sirius added with a defiant look on his face.

“Sirius, you will apologize to Narcissa” Harry stated as he arrived at the head table position. Sirius gave him a surprised look, but Harry simply kept looking at him indifferently. The chair moved back on his own and Harry took his seat. “Did I stutter?” Harry asked blandly and Sirius felt chills run down his spine.

“But I was trying to…” Sirius tried to defend his actions but a look from Harry made him close his mouth with a snap.

“But nothing” Harry stated firmly. “This is her house and she won’t be treated disrespectfully in her own house” Harry added, leaving no room for arguments. “Do you understand?” Harry asked in a low tone, getting a nod from the man. “You two are cousins, so you can do whatever you want as cousins, but never insult her as my Godfather, until she had done something to earn such treatment” Harry stated coldly, making Sirius flinch back at his tone.

“Do you understand?” Harry asked after a few moments of silence. Sirius frantically nodded his head to show he understood everything Harry said to him. Harry was scary as fuck, Sirius decided. “I didn’t hear you apologize” Harry pointed out nonchalantly.

“I am sorry, Narcissa” Sirius immediately followed with an apology. He didn’t want to make Harry mad any more than he already was.

“Apology accepted, cousin” Narcissa replied smugly. “Harry, are you still planning to visit the Grimmauld Place today?” Narcissa asked and after getting a nod from Harry, Narcissa decided to continue with her line of questioning. “Then will you mind if I tag along?” Narcissa asked. She was almost certain that Harry wouldn’t deny her as he allowed her to do anything, but she wasn’t certain this time.

“No. It used to be your home too” Harry answered with a smile even though Sirius didn’t look pleased with this development in the slightest. He was hoping to spend some quality time with his Godson.

The food appeared on the table and only after that, Jacklyn and Gellert decided to join them. Jacklyn was looking like a complete mess. It was clear that they were training or more like Jacklyn was getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter by Gellert. After breakfast, Sirius Charmed a Portkey for the trip to Grimmauld Place. As Harry had never been to Grimmauld Place, he simply couldn’t open a Portal, leading to the Black Family house.

“Looks like a hovel… I expected much better from the Blacks” Harry stated as he stared at the downtrodden house.

“Was this place not looked after Aunt Walburga died?” Narcissa asked with a confused look on her face. This was the first time she was visiting this place after her marriage and she wasn’t pleased when she saw the state of the house.

“Kreacher should have watched the house, but he is a filthy little bugger” Sirius complained bitterly before leading Harry and Narcissa toward the entrance. Even though Harry was the Black Heir and carried enough Black Blood in his body to be recognized as the Heir of Blacks, he wasn’t added to the Wards and the Wards weren’t pleasant to any intruders.

As soon as the trio stepped into the house a house elf appeared with a pop and the house snarled at Sirius. “What is the filthy blood traitor doing at the House of Blacks!” The house elf sneered while balefully glaring at Sirius. The said man was about to deliver an equally scathing retort, but he was cut off by Harry.

"Looks like he doesn't like you much" Harry said with an amused look on his face even though he was frowning a bit on the inside. From the looks of it, the house elf didn't even have a shred of loyalty to Sirius, which was not good in his books. Having no house elf was much better than having a disloyal house elf.

After all, house elves are petty enough to betray their master in the pettiest way possible to get back at them... Dobby was the prime example...

"Yeah!" Sirius sighed tiredly before running one of his hands through his hair. "He used to be my mother's house elf and he is just as vile as her" Sirius explained with a scowl, but the house elf didn't seem to appreciate her Mistress being called vile by a person who he deemed to be a vile blood traitor.

"Filthy blood traitor shouldn't insult Mistress with his dirty mouth" Kreacher spat with a look of disgust.

"Why you little...!!" Sirius growled menacingly, but he restrained himself from doing anything. To be honest, he was really angry, but at the same time, he didn't want to follow the example of his mother and punish Kreacher.

"He is such an amusing little guy" Harry said with a grin as he stepped forward and that made Kreacher finally turn toward him.

“The filthy half breed son of a filthy Mudblood is the Heir of Blacks… How far the House of Blacks has fallen…” Kreacher wailed hysterically. "Mistress is probably rolling inside her grave" Kreacher added as tears started to pool in his eyes. 

Meanwhile, Narcissa, who was simply watching Kreacher insult Sirius with an amused look on her face until now, gasped in horror, the house elf shouldn’t have said that… That was the wrong thing to say, after all, she had experienced it first-hand. Narcissa slowly turned toward Harry, looking somewhat pale, but she was surprised to see that he didn't look mad, not in the slightest.

Then all of a sudden she remembered that he didn't look mad in the slightest when he had punished her... 

“Looks like he isn't the only one who you don't like” Harry said looking amused...