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“Stay here boy. Not like you will survive tonight anyways. Useless eight year old. Be grateful we kept you for so long.” Vernon delivered another kick to the boy's ribs, not going unnoticed by the orphanage landlady. The horse-faced woman sneered at the small boy.
“You're just like my drunk sister, absolutely worthless. You're the reason they died. You should have died in that car accident too. Let's go Vernon, Dudders is asleep.” The man grunted and drove off, leaving the little boy still there. He pulled out a letter and walked up to the doors. Before he even knocked, the door swung open and he was brought inside.
“Let's get you to the infirmary. You're too young to be out there with those terrible people.” The boy was confused. He wasn’t supposed to be healed. Soon he was drinking a nasty drink and was laying down while she wrapped up his thin body. He handed her the note.
“What's your name sweetie?” The nice lady asked before she opened the letter.
“Freak or Boy.” The woman gasped and opened the letter, letting out a sigh.
“No, your name's Harry James Potter. See?” The b- Harry’s eyes widened and grabbed the letter, reading it over, tears escaping his eyes.
“I have a name!” The lady gave a sad chuckle and wrapped the boy up in a hug.
“It's good to have you here Harry. I hope you enjoy it.”
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“Sir, are you sure you want him at your school? He’s, well, weird.” The black haired man looked at the woman.
“How so?” The woman shook her head.
“He has a tick, it gets worse when he's mad. He’s so quiet. He only ever talks to Lady Hannah. She’s the one who found him. He was left out by his aunt and uncle.”
Snape nodded. “Lead the way. He has been down since birth.” The lady gave a shaky nod.
“Harry dear. This man is here to discuss schooling.” The woman then left. Sitting there reading a book on muggle crime. He looked so much like James it was breathtaking. He had lily’s eyes though. That made it better.
“Hello. I’m professor Snape. I teach at a school of magic called Hogwarts.” Snape was getting ready for the whole muggleborn speal.
“So that's what I can do. I always knew I was somehow better then them” Snape paused. Better than them? The other kids? That was pureblood talk.
“How did you get such a nice room Harry?” The crooked nose professor asked. Harry just shrugged.
“They wouldn’t give it to me so I made them. I can make people do things without asking them too.”
“Why would you want a room away from the other children?” Now Snape was getting angry. He was just like his father!
“So they would stop being mean.” Snape's mental rant stopped. “I can do things that others can’t. Lift objects with my mind, Make people do things. I can make them hurt.” Snape just looked at the frail boy. Why did this speech sound so familiar?
“Hurting people isn’t tolerated at Hogwarts, and neither is stealing. I will be back in three days to come get your stuff with you. Everything else you do is completely normal, and i’m glad to know you have control.” As he was almost out the door, the little boy spoke up.
“I can speak to snakes. Is that normal for someone like me?” Snape paled. Tom Riddle. He heard the same thing from Dumbledore’s memory.
“No, but it is considered a dark skill. Very few wizards have even seen a wizard talk to snakes.”
“Oh okay. Goodbye Professor Snape. Have a good day.” Is that the most emotion he would get out of this boy?
“See you in three days Potter.”
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“This is Diagon Alley?” Potter asked as he began looking around.
“Yes, but we have to go to the bank first to get your money.”
“I had money? Is it a lot or a little? If it was a lot I could be out of that place with my own flat. Maybe get a job.”
“Yes yes, bring it up with the goblins. We have to get your money so we can get your school supplies.” Harry nodded and matched the Professor’s long strides.
“Hello Sir Goblin. We are here for Harry Potter to extract some money.” He slid the key over when Harry heard a quiet “For a price.” From another goblin.
“Follow me. Griphook will show you the way.” Another goblin came and Harry gave a bow to both of them. They stared at the boy for a second before a toothy grin took over their faces.
“It seems you have brought us an intelligent young one.” Griphook said as he led them to a round of carts. Harry stepped in, careful not to creak the cart.
“So it seems.” Drawled out Snape. Harry couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped.
“We are here. Vault 122. Your main vault will be open at age 17 or when you are declared an adult. Your main vault is vault 35 and the Black vault is 21. Your Black trust fund vault is 123.”
“So I guess Black is another family?” The goblins gave him a weird look. “I was raised by Muggles, and I have no clue what I am doing.” The goblin sighed and Harry’s left sighed twitched. Dammit not now! Next was his wrist. Ankle. Other wrist. Left side again. Right side. Neck. Head. Over.
“I apologize. I have a twitch. Also known as Benign Fasciculation Syndrome or BFS.” Snape nodded, a sad look in his eyes. He must have gotten his twitch from somewhere. He would ask later.
“It is fine. Let it prick your finger and it will open.” Harry did, with a little help from Professor Snape.He was incredibly short.
“Holy cow.” Harry’s intelligent response was. So much money! How could he hold this much money and not know about it.
“Okay, you only need 50 galleons for all of your school books.”
“Yes, but I also want good robes and not scratchy material. I felt yours, and I want mine exactly like that. Plus I need money for staying on the train, so I’m thinking 10 extra galleons, 50 sickles, and 50 knuts. Plus another fifty for good robes, and a special bag. For a price, I’m guessing?” The goblin gave a signature toothy smile.
“For two galleons a month you can have a bag that will give you the price you wish for. It will also hold money if you wish.” Harry nodded his head.
“I’ll take that instead of everything else. How much money is in the Potter and Black Trust Vaults?” Harry asked. Griphook waved his hand.
“We will send you a list. You have shopping to do today, do you not?” Harry nodded and grabbed the bag from the goblin.
Getting back to the front of Gringotts was fun. It was similar to a rollercoaster, but way faster.
“Come on Mr.Potter, it is time we go get your books.” So Snape brought them to Flourish and Blotts, where Harry not only bought The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 A History of Magic, Magical Theory: A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, but also a few books on Herbology and Charms. They sounded interesting.
“Okay Potter. I’m leaving you here to get your robes. I will be back in twenty minutes. I am stopping by the Apothecary to get both our potion ingredients.” Harry nodded before Snape waved Madam Malkin over.
“Silk for his school robes please.”
“That is quite expensive sir. Twenty five galleons each.” Snape looked over at Harry who shrugged and pulled out seventy five galleons. He passed them to the lady who just stood there gawking.
“Finest silk there is! Please stand by the boy over there.”
“Hello, I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” He said, holding out his hand. Harry took it.
“Potter. Harry Potter.”
“Wow. Great manners. Father said your pureblood raised, others say you were raised by muggles.”
“Something like that, I basically raised myself. People didn’t like me very much.”
“But you're the boy who lived!”
“Not there. I’m the boy who speaks to snakes.”
“You can speak to snakes?” Harry nodded. “Wow! The last person who spoke to snakes was You-Know-Who and Salazar Slytherin. What house do you want to be in?”
“No, I don’t know who. Who is this You-Know-Who guy anyways. Everyone says I defeated him, but could a child really beat a Dark Lord. What's his name anyways. What are houses?”
“W-Well, You will have to ask my father his name, I’m not allowed to say it. And Hogwarts houses. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw is for smart and studious people, Gryffindor is for the brash hero types, Slytherin is for those of cunning nature, and Hufflepuff is where the duffers go.”
“Probably Ravenclaw then. I’m not very Hero like, and I don’t care to be cunning.”
“Y-Yea maybe.” Draco said with a slight stutter.
“Dear, please stop twitching.” Madam Malkin asked. Harry shook his head.
“Sarry, Madam, I physically can't. The woman seemed to realize and gave him a sympathetic filled smile. Draco looked between the two.
“Why?” Harry let a laugh slip through his lips.
“I have a twitch. Benign Fasciculation Syndrome. I was hit too hard in my spinal cord when I was younger, and it messed up some of my muscles.” Draco nodded, slight pity in his eyes. Harry rolled his own.
“Don’t give me that look, it's annoying, but incredibly useful. A twitch of the muscle could save my life from getting hit by a spell.” Draco nodded thoughtfully and Harry snickered.
“Laughing at people, Potter?” Harry heard. He turned his head and looked the greasy man in his eyes. Giving a wide smile, he spoke:
“Only at their antics Professor!” Draco let out a life at his Godfather's face and high fived Harry.
“I think you would make a fine Slytherin, Harry.” Said boy just laughed again, a slight rasp to it from not laughing in so long. Snape gave a small smile before turning it into a sneer.
“I thought you would follow your parents Potter. They were both Gryffindors ” That earned the man a shrug from the youngest Potter.
“I can’t follow people I don’t remember. Everyone says they were so great, but they could be hiding behind a mask. My father could have been a ruthless bully.”
‘Is he a seer?’ Snape thought as he wrung his fingers.
“Wow Mister. You're very smart.” Said a platinum blond child. He looked about six. A second peeked out from the others shoulder.
“Thanks. It's called common sense. It's quite useful really.” A snort was heard and Harry turned around to meet Draco’s eyes with a smirk. Draco looked away, pretending to be interested in his shoes. Harry could see the slight smile.
“Septimus, Oziel, Draconis.” A woman said as she walked into the shop. “Ah, hello Severus.” The woman had an air of authority and power, but some one who knew what she was doing.
“Hello Mother.” Draco said with the two younger children. Harry bent over into a low bow.
“Lady Malfoy.” Draco and Snape looked at him with confused faces while the Septimus and Oziel giggled. Harry sent a look to both of them.
“I read. Don’t look at me like that. It’s weird.” Draco snorted but quickly stopped when a man walked into the store. At first glance the man, who was probably Draco’s dad, and Draco looked alike, but Draco had a more feminime build. Leaner shoulder, smaller waist.
“Lord Malfoy.” he inclined. Another sneer was sent his way from the blonde.
“Who are you?” Harry had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. pompush weirdos.
“Potter. Harry Potter. It is great to make your acquaintance.” The sneer lightened a bit, but was still evident on the man's face.
“Ah, Potter. Saviour of the Light.”
“Ah.” A light laugh echoed from Harry. “I prefer Grey actually. I don’t really care much for this war. Seems pointless to me. Magical blood of both Pureblood and Mundanes alike is spilled.” Snape staired at the boy. For a bully and abuse victim, he was quite entitled. He seemed to know things that others wouldn’t want him to know.
“Boy!” Harry winced. “Are you a seer? Do you get visions?” Harry gave a confused look and then it seemed to registire.
“Oh, how I knew this was Mr and Mrs. Malfoy? Yeah, I got told in a dream. I didn’t know when I would meet them today though.”
“Oh dear.” The woman said. She looked like she saw a ghost.
“Wow Mister!”
“That's so cool!” The other boy said. When he wasn’t hiding behind his brother, they looked close in age. Draco seemed to answer his question.
“Irish twins. Their ten months apart. They are both eight, just small for their ages.The one with blue eyes is Septimus, and the one with multicolored is Oziel. Where's Corvus and Dareene right now, mother? That's my little brother who's five, Harry. Dareene is Corvus' twin.”
“He’s with Dobby at the ice cream parlor. We came to get you. Would you care to join us?” Harry looked at Severus. “Oh, we can take Young Potter here to get his things so you can leave, Severus. Really, it's great to see my Dragon having friends other than his brothers.” In reality, she just wanted to talk with the young seer. The Dark Lord was a true seer as well, and meeting a second one is life is incredibly rare, let alone meeting one.
“Oh alright fine. I’ll be back to take you home, Potter.” Snape sneered. Harry shook his head in denial.
“No need, I have decided to stay at the Leaky Cauldron. No point in staying with those people now that I’m here!” Harry said with a cold smile. Snape nodded and left in a twirl of all black robes.
“Is that all he wears?” Draco and the twins laughed.
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“So Harry, what have you not gotten yet?” Mrs.Malfoy asked. Harry tapped his fingers.
“I still need a wand, and a pet.” Narcissa nodded and led them to Eeylops Owl Emporium which was right next to Magical Menagerie
“We won’t be stopping by Olivanders, we will be getting both of your wands made.” Harry and Draco nodded as he pushed Dareene up on his back, and Septimus on his leg. Corvus and Oziel were clinging onto Draco.
“Off you four. I know your children, but please get down.” The siblings groaned and clamored off the two boys. Draco was 59 inches, Harry close in height at 57.5.
“Is there any way to get better glasses? I don’t fancy these.” Harry asked. Lucius gave a tight nod.
“Yes. Euphonium Eye Shop is near Knockturn Alley. That is where we will be getting your wands.” Harry nodded his thanks and went to look for an owl. Harry started playing with a large brown owl with shaken feathers. He hooted loudly.
“Now, boy! Stay away from those owls! Those are quite dangerous!”
“Actually, I think I will take him.” An upset hoot was heard. “Her?” Another followed.
“What about another one? We have a beautiful stock of white owls. You could get one to match your friend?” Harry shook his head and opened the cage door. The owl hopped out with a happy hoot and landed on his arm.
“I’m sure I want this one. I think I’m going to call you Maniae.” The man gave a sigh and walked towards the front desk.
“12 sickles please.” Harry handed the man the money and went to join Draco and the children.
“This is Hedwig.” Draco said as Harry rubbed under the white owl's chin.
“Contending war? Nice Draco. This is Maniae.” He said, petting his own owl.
“Goddess of Insanity? Fitting.” Harry snorted and pushed against Draco’s shoulder. The elder Malfoy looked between the two confused. Draco never really talked to people, let alone joke with them. Curious. Curious indeed.
“What other animal are you planning on getting?” Draco asked Harry as they both walked into the pet shop. He heard the hissing. So loud..
“If you don’t all shut up, I will maim you all.” The hissing instantly stopped. Harry smiled in contentment, walking over to the snakes. Mr and Mrs. Malfoy stopped walking in fear. He’s a Parselmouth too? What amount of gifts does this boy have?
“Well aren’t you pretty!” Harry said to the blue and silver snake curled up on a rock.
Please go away. It hissed. Harry shrugged, everyone in the shop looking at him.
“Why? I think I want you as a familiar. What's your name?” It looked up at Harry and reared its head.
I do not have one. Please pick me. I’m a girl, so please give me a girlish name. Harry chuckled and thought for a second.
“Proserpina! How about that?”
Lovely master. Proserpina slithered around Harry’s wrist.
“How much for her?” Harry asked the shopkeeper who was standing with his mouth wide open.
“No need. It’s amazing to see a speaker, especially one so young. You don’t happen to be a seer as well, do you?” Harry nodded his head. “Ah, you must be of the Slytherin line then! Salazar Slytherin himself was a Parseltongue, as well as a seer.” Harry nodded.
“Guess I have to go see the goblins again.” The shopkeeper chuckled and waved them away. The family left with Harry towards Knockturn Alley, All the younger siblings going on about how cool it was to talk to snakes.
“Narcissa, take the young ones and go. Knockturn isn’t a place for children like them.” Narcissa nodded while the sets of twins groaned. Lucius turned and walked away. Harry and Draco trotted after him.
“We are here. Slytick!” Lucius yelled as they walked into a shop called Wands . An old woman walked up to the front desk. Lucius gave a slight push forward on Draco who walked up with his head held high.
“Wand hand?” She rasped out. Draco held out his Right arm. The woman nodded and dragged Draco to the back, Harry following.
“Hold your hand over the wood.” Draco did, his hand going between too constantly, his eyes sacurley shut. Pine and Cherry.
“Now a core.” Again, Draco shifted between two. White River Monster Spine and Dragon Heartstring.
“Focusing gem for a galleon extra.” Lucius nodded and Draco ended up with turquoise.
“Very well. Pine and Cherry resemble Leadership and being a Follower. Both the spine and heartstring are very powerful elegant wand cores. Turquoise brings it all together, symbolising gracefulness. Your next boy.” She explained as she handed Draco a freshly made wand. Why was everyone calling him boy today?
Harry let his hand raise to his shoulder, and felt a pull between Snakewood and Hemlock. The woman grunted and directed him to the cores, where Harry felt a pull towards three. Rougarou hair, Horned Serpent horn, and Basilisk horn. Again, another tug to the gems, and Harry felt a pull to the Moonstone gem. The woman grunted in surprise.
“You a parselmouth boy?” Harry nodded and was handed a wand. “Snakewood and Hemlock together resemble indifference and selection. Rougarou hair is affinity for the Dark and Grey Arts, and is very picky in its master. Both Horned Serpent and Basilisk horn are only able to be used by Parselmouths. Horned Serpent horn has an affinity for Light and Grey Arts, and can warn you if danger is near. Basilisk horn is very powerful and stands for independence. Moonstone is used for seer’s. You got a heavy wand on you boy. Gonna cost you a fierce ten galleons. You used my last Horn for both of them, and my last moonstone.” Harry nodded and pulled out fifteen.
“Can I get a wand holster as well?” The woman nodded, pulling a leather wand holster. Harry nodded his thanks and waited for Lucius to pay.
“If that is all, Mr.Potter, we will be on our way.” Lucius said as they left Knockturn Alley. Harry nodded and bowed to the two adults.
“I will see you at Hogwarts Draco. Goodbye Septimus.” Harry said to the Silver eyed boy. “Bye Oziel.” Harry ruffled the boy's pitch black hair. “Bye Corvus, Dareene.” He hugged the twins. Corvus, a replica of Lucius, Dareene of Narcissa. “Lady and Lord Malfoy.” Harry left, purchases shrunk down. Making sure Lucius and Narcissa were no longer there, he walked into Olivanders for a second wand.
“Well well Mr.Potter! What are you doing here? You seem to already have a wand.” Harry shrugged.
“I would like a second one to stay safe. Preferably one that works well with Parseltongue.” Olivander nodded and rushed to get a wand.
Fifty wands later, the crazy man brought Harry a dark brown wand.
“This is my only wand with this core and the only wand I have left with a focusing gem. Wenge wood, seven inches. Singe cloak for the core. Very wise, great for charms. The gem is Alexandrite, symbolising power.” Harry felt something wash over him. This was a great second wand.
“Ah, very good, very good. You will do great things with this wand. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had an Alexandrite gem from the same rock. You are brothers, in a way.” Harry nodded and paid the man, leaving without a second thought.
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“So, you're telling me that the Dark Lord was the old heir to Slytherin, and now I am because I defeated him as a baby?” Harry sighed and rubbed his head, trying to force the headache away. He had to get his affairs in order.
“Exactly. I need three drops of blood to see the rest but we can always do that later.” Harry shook his head and held out his wand hand. The goblin poked his finger and it felt similar to a shot. Three drops later the goblin handed him a piece of paper.
Harry James Potter Black
Mother: Lily Rose Potter Nee Evans (Deceased.)
Father: James Harry Potter (Deceased.)
Paternal Father: Sirius Orion Black (Incarcerate.)
Godfather: Remus John Lupin (Lycanthropy.)
Godmother: Alice Sanger Longbottom Nee Cravers (Incapacatated.)
Estates
Potter Manor, Wales.
Potter Villa 1. United States, Texas.
Potter Villa 2. Cairo, Egypt
Potter Islands, Japan.
Potter Villa 3. Gale, Ireland
Black Manor, Wales
Black Manor, Dublin, Ireland.
Black Manor, Taj Mahal, India
12 Grimmauld Place, London.
Black Villa, United States, New York.
Black islands, Hatia Islands.
Potter-Black islands, Amirante Isles
Black Cottage, Banff, Canada
Slytherin Manor, Ireland, Dingle Peninsula.
Slytherin Villa, Paris, France
Slytherin Villa For Thee, Tahiti, France
Slytherin Heir Manor, Bora Bora, islands.
Slytherin Islands, Sheribo Islands.
Slytherin Cottage 1. Phuket, Thailand.
Slytherin Cottage 2. Kerry, Ireland
Slytherin Heir Cottage, Moher, Ireland
Vaults
Potter Trust Vault to Harry James Potter
100000000 Galleons 3549372537 Sickles 26494263 Knuts
(£930674125.52)
Potter Vault
9254846213 Galleons 98375367373 Sickles 284625305 Knuts
(£45328905447.18)
204 Grimoires, 2 wills, 53 wands, Invisibility cloak, Potter crest, Potter Heir Ring, Potter Lord Ring, Potter locket, 24 Marriage contracts.
Black Trust Vault to Harry James Potter
100000000 Galleons 3549372537 Sickles 26494263 Knuts
(£930674125.52)
Black Vault
3083 Grimoires, 1 will, 312 wands, Black Crest, Black Crest Robes, Black Heir Ring, Black Marriage Ring, Black courting gifts, Black Locket, Black Diadem, Black Anklet, Black Circlet.
Slytherin Trust Vault to Slytherin Heir
29462537376487 Galleons 2654935597 Sickles 294582846 Knuts
£88784273681696.20
Slytherin Vault
29462537376487 Galleons 2654935597 Sickles 294582846 Knuts
£88784273681696.20
2000 Grimoires, 2 wands, Slytherin's Locket, Slytherin crest, Slytherin Mariage Ring, Slytherin Diadem, Resurrection Stone.
“Wow. I’m...Wow. I could buy a flat in the muggle world. A damn Good one. Can I ask you to manage my money?” The goblin gave a wide grin.
“Most wizards don’t trust us with their money.” Harry chuckled.
“You run the bank, the wizards don’t. You obviously know what you're doing better than the wizards.” A wicked smile passed his lips.
“For two galleons a month we can invest in three things.” Harry nodded and pulled out a quill.
50% of Daily Prophet
27.8% of Witch Weekly
82.3% of Hogwarts Supplies for teachers.
“Mr.Potter, I see we have a deal.” He held his hand out before Harry raised his.
“For the next two weeks eveyrday from nine to three, can I use a practice room for magic? How much would that be?”
“10 galleons. Mornings are cheaper than nights.” Harry nodded and pulled out ten coins.
“May I visit my vaults? I would like to try on all of the Heir ship rings.” The goblin shook his head.
“Lordship Rings. The only heir ring is to the Black family. You will also need to wear a piece of jewelry from each family.” Harry nodded and let the Goblin lead him to the Potter vault. He quickly went in and a few books from the shelves. Three on Charms, one for light, one for grey, the other for dark. One of Transfiguration, Another on Blood Magic. Harry saw the case holding the locket and opened it. Sitting there was an eccentric Gryffin on the silver chain. The magic inside it practically called out to him and he slipped it on. One down, two to go. The goblin, who said his name was Gearbulb, brought a small box with a red winged ring. Harry did the same thing he did when choosing wand ingredients and slipped it onto the middle finger of his wand hand.
“Very good Lord Potter. We shall head to Black Vault now.” So they did.
Getting into Black Vault was like walking into the darkest place. Harry grabbed a few books on wards and natural dark magic. Walking over to the long boxes, Harry pulled out the Black anklet. It was quite thin, and had green emeralds going all through it, the black family crest securely in place at the front. It was a little testy but finally accepted him, letting it shrink to its natural size. Harry was grateful. That would be so embarrassing, not being accepted.
“Slytherin vault next then? The last one you can take is the Diadem. I hope that's okay. You are a man after all.” Harry just nodded his head with a smile.
“Vault four. It needs Parseltongue to open.” Harry nodded again and walked up to the door, the snakes hissing at him to leave.
“You do not command me, I command you. Open.” He hissed. The snakes hissed approval and opened in a cloud of green smoke. Inside, Harry found many books in Parseltongue. Grabbing a book on Charms, Transfiguration, and Dark Arts, he quickly shrunk them and went to the Diadem case. It was long and silver, A beautiful Emerald in the middle, two smaller ones on the sides. It was in the form of a snake. Two long snakes intertwined, swirled together kind of looking like repetitive eights.
“Can I put you on? You are quite a beauty.” It hissed back a yes, and Harry slipped the crown on over his head, feeling secure. This would keep him safe. House of Potter, House of Black, House of Slytherin. Yea, he's going into Ravenclaw. Too many politics.
“You look quite pretty wearing my crown, boy.” Harry jumped and slowly turned around to see a man in a painting. Harry read the plate.
“Salazar Slytherin? It is nice to meet you.”
“You too child. What is your name?”
“Harry Potter.”
“Ah? Lily married into the Potter family then? I thought she would Marry into the Prince line, but if the shoe fits..”
“You knew my mother?” The man looked back at him shocked.
“Yes. She was from a squib line. She was also a Parseltongue. She never used it though. Sorted into my husband's house.”
“You were married to Godric Gryffindor?” The man nodded, a pleased smile on his face.
“Yes, I was. The last lord, Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort as he told me one day, would be your lord, as you his heir. When he attacked your family, he destroyed himself as he attacked his own line. You become the new lord.”
“That explains so much! Do you have a painting in hogwarts?” The man nodded.
“Slytherin common room. The third bookshelf from the door, open the book in the back on the second shelf. A door will be revealed where my painting is. I go between houses in Black, Guant, and Prince every now and then to talk with other paintings.”
“Thank you. I must go though. I need to go pick an estate.” The man nodded and Harry left the room, feeling lighter than he had in years.
“Wait, why didn’t he destroy himself when he attacked my mother?” He asked at the last second.
“Ah. When your mother married into the Potter line, she lost her claims, as it was put in the marriage document. James, correct? Yes, James thought she was a muggleborn that wasn’t heir to any houses. You became next in line.” Harry nodded his thanks and walked to Gearbulb.
“I would like to visit 12 Grimmauld Place please.” The Goblin nodded and took Harry’s arm, apparating them.
“Merlin. This place is-”
“Who be there! Kreacher is home!” Harry held out a hand and pulled up his pant leg, showing the Black anklet.
“I am the new heir of Blakc. Listening to me would be wise.”
“What is the name?”
“Potter. Harry Potter.” Kreacher nodded and bowed nice and low.
“Heir Potter, what would you have Kreacher do? You’s be’s only eleven.” Harry chuckled. He was doing adult stuff when he was only eleven. Fun.
“Is there any place I can get more house elves? Could you also change my looks to look older?” The elf scowled slightly and bowed changing his looks.
“In Knockturn alley. You can buy elves at K4.'' Harry nodded in approval.
“Thank you kreacher. Will you Apparate me please?” Harry felt the pop and walked into the building.
“How can I help you?” He heard. The woman sighting at the desk looked bored out of her mind. Harry smiled and brushed a hand through his now blonde hair. The woman blushed.
“I would like two new house elves. Would you show me some?” The woman nodded and brought him to a room where everyone was cleaning. Harry went straight to the back where two small house elves were making beds.
“Hello, I would like you two to be my house elves. What are your names?”
“Nameless.” The smaller one said. Harry nodded and turned to the woman, asking for the price.
“25 galleons.” Harry nodded and pulled out the money. “I also need your name.” Harry sighed, quickly thinking of a name.
“Harrison Black.” The woman nodded and walked away with her money. Harry turned to the two elves. The first was larger than the second, and also had larger eyes. “I’ll name you Blinky.” Turning to the second one, who was quite frail looking, he grabbed her hand. “And you will be Stout. I’ll have Kreacher take you to your new home. Kreacher!” Soon they were at the house.
“Will you all start cleaning please? I will start cooking while you all clean. We need to fatten you all up.” They bowed and popped away to start cleaning.
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“I promise to write to you guys. I’m not gonna die.” Harry said as he rubbed the two female house elves. They were bawling their eyes out because “Their precious master was leaving”. They blew their noses before Kreacher Apparated them straight onto the train, having done so for Sirius and Regulus back in the day.
“We will bake sweets for you master and send them for the next day, we promise!” Harry laughed softly and sent the elves on their way. Walking into a plain compartment, he sat down in the corner. In his vision of the day, he met a really cute redhead, but he didn’t know if it was a boy or girl. He heard footsteps twenty minutes later, and a few slamming compartment doors. His compartment was opened next, and there stood a small redheaded boy.
“Can I sit here? Everyone else won’t let me.” Harry nodded wordlessly. The boy was the cutest he had ever seen. “I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.” He held out a hand, which Harry shook. Not letting go, he replied.
“Harrison Black, but I’m also known as Harry Potter. You're pretty cute.” The redhead flushed, and soon a familiar blonde boy walked into the compartment.
“There you are Harry! I looked everywhere for you!” Ron flinched slightly, and Harry raised an eyebrow to him. Letting out a sigh, Ron explained.
“My dad is always complaining about how rude and abusive the Malfoys are. I don’t fancy getting hexed anytime soon.” Harry laughed at Draco’s upset face.
“I promise, none of us are like our parents. Draco and I are more like our moms. I swear, I’m the only child out of all of us.” Before Draco or Ron could reply, Blinky popped in, holding his box of rings, Locket, Diadem, and Anklet. Harry sighed at let the house elf put them on him. Blinky always wanted others to know their place before her master. Bowing, the elf popped away. Harry quickly pulled out his wand and used a glamore. Draco applauded and Ron looked confused.
“How do you already know magic? How? The trace is on you from when you get your wand.” Draco cut in before Harry could explain.
“We didn’t get our wands from Olivander, we got them made. Plus, the trace doesn’t activate until you go to Hogwarts. If you use a family wand, or a wand that wasn’t originally yours, the trace doesn’t work either.” Ron nodded and pulled out his own wand.
“I could have been practicing all this time. This was my older brother's wand. Twelve inches, made of ash, and unicorn hair. My mother doesn’t know, but it has an Emerald focusing gem.” Draco pulled out his own.
“Pine and Cherry, White monster spine and Dragon heartstring. Turquoise as the gem. You next Harry.” Harry pulled out both of his.
“Snakewood and Hemlock. Rougarou hair, Horned Serpent horn, and Basilisk horn. Moonstone gem. The second one is Wenge wood, Singe cloak for the core, and alexandrite for the focusing gem.” They nodded and continued talking. Harry loved complimenting the redhead, much to Draco’s distress. Their compartment door was thrown open a few minutes later.
“Have you seen a toad, a boy named Neville lost his.” They looked between them and shrugged. The girl looked at them.
“Why do you have your wand out? Why do you have two?” Before Draco could enter a snarky remark, Ron spoke up.
“We all have two wands, but Harry just brought two with him. We're comparing wands. It's a pureblood thing.” Draco smirked, seemingly glad at Ron’s reply. The bushy haired girl sat down with them, ignoring Ron’s and Draco’s groans.
“I’m Hermione Granger, you are?” Draco rolled his eyes.
“Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy.”
“Ronald Weasley, From the Most Ancient house of Weasley.”
“Harrison Black, Lord to the most Ancient and Noble House of Black.”
“Why are you a Lord? You're only eleven. Why are you not the Heir to your family? Did they not want you to or something?” Harry let a growl fall from his lips. He was going to say something snarky, but Ron interrupted him.
“I have older brothers. Five in fact. You can be a Lord at any age.” Hermione turned to Harry, who rolled his eyes.
“My parents are dead. The house elves took care of me. Don’t you have to find that toad?” The girl screamed and shot up, not even saying goodbye.
As the hours went by, they all discussed different political problems they heard from their parents, slowly showing Ron what the muggle borns were changing in the wizarding world.
“It's not that we hate them for no reason.” Draco explained. “They are changing our traditions and laws. Yule is Christmas, Samhain is Halloween. Rituals that aren’t even dark turned illegal. Solstice isn’t celebrated. See why that's a problem?” Ron looked conflicted for a second, before nodding.
“We need to change that! My older brothers, Charlie and Bill, do rituals and Mum threatened to disown them. Amongst other things…” Harry stared at Ron for a second. Draco beat him to it.
“What other things? I swear if its for him being gay or somrthing like that.” Ron nodded.
“It’s exactly like that. Charlie is gay, and has a boyfriend.”
“Is one of them a natural bearer?” Harry asked. Ron nodded.
“Zane, that's who he’s dating, is. She also doesn’t like that the twins are dating because they are brothers, but Goerge is a natural bearer. She refused to listen to the doctors when they said I was one as well. She has Ginny, Percy, and Bill. Enough to have at least one grandkid. I don’t understand what the big point is.” Draco and Harry nodded understandingly.
“That's rubbish. My younger brothers are both natural bearers.” The two began discussing why people were complete idiots, before Draco rushed to his own compartment to get dressed. After he left, Harry was left to stare at Ron to his heart's content. Ron could feel Harry's eyes tracing his body while he changed, even if he didn’t show it. When they were both done changing, Harry spoke up.
“I’m gonna Marry you one day.” Ron blushed hard. He wasn’t expecting that. “Of course not any time soon, I must woo you into courting me first.” Ron blushed more when Harry slid into the seat next to him, holding his head.
Draco came back later, and they just had to start a political discussion. Just had too. Ron was always told that purebloods hate muggles and muggleborns because they weren’t pure. Draco explained the real reasons.
“My family has always celebrated Yule, not Christmas. Muggleborns are coming into the wizarding world and changing holidays and rules. Fifty years ago you used to enter a muggleborn into the world on their tenth birthday, so they could get used to the world and how it works. Now they're thrown in on their eleventh birthday and have no clue what to do. Not only that, every single holiday ritual was outlawed except Samhain. Yule is turned into Christmas, Samhain is turned into Halloween, the solstice is turned into new year and Easter. We had rituals for all of these, none requiring blood. Why should we sit around and let Mud- Muggleborns change our holidays?” Ron sat there silent for a few minutes. He never thought of it like this.
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“Potter Harry!” The woman called out. Whispers went around.
“The boy who lived!”
“Can you see his scar?”
“Oooh he’s so pretty!”
Harry walked up to the stool and let the hat fall over his eyes. “Hmmm, Very curious indeed. Definitely not Gryffindor. Not Hufflepuff either. You're dedicated, but you aren’t very patient and are very selective.
“If you keep me here for thirty minutes I will burn you.” A few students laughed, mostly the snakes and badgers. Dumbledore even chuckled. She was sitting there for quite some time. Harry started twitching. Damn. Again, always at the wrong time. ‘Put Ronald Weasley were ever you put me’
“Hmmm. You want to be somewhere where everyone will except you, twitch and all.” People were confused. The hate never spoke out loud unless he called the house name. ‘I will put him where I see fit.’ A few seconds later he yelled. “Better be SLYTHERIN!” The other students clapped softly, while Slytherin was standing up and yelling. SOme in support, others in disbelief.
“Weasley Ronald.” Ron shakily walked up to the stool. Harry narword his eyes slightly. That hat better put him with him. He would still court him, even if he was a Gryffindork. It would just make it insanely harder.
“SLYTHERIN!” Harry clapped the loudest of everyone, scooting over to let Ron sit next to him. Yeah, this would be a good year.
“Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you.”
“Is he a bit mad?” Harry asked Ron as the food appeared on the table.
“Mum says he's a genius! But, yeah, he's a bit bonkers. Potatoes Harry?” He nodded and grabbed the bowl, practically throwing it at Draco. This would be a good year indeed.