Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All rights to 'The Queen' JK Rowling
Chapter 1
Night had fallen in Private Drive hours ago. No one was awake anymore. Still, a boy sat crouched in his bed. His room (the Dursley family's cupboard) was way too small. The boy was small too. He wouldn't be more than 15. He was a 5' boy. His figure was sleek, not a touch of obesity rather underweight. He had raven black hair. His eyes were puffy, while the pupils were emerald green. But most importantly, he had a lightning shaped scar. In the dead of night, Harry Potter sat in his bed, weeping.
Harry had been objected to various kinds of punishments for the last 15 years. He had to cook, do all chores and live in the cupboard. But then when he was 11 Hagrid turned out to tell him he was a wizard. He had a place in Hogwarts. He was truly wanted. He would start his 5th year soon. But the last night the Dursley's had tried to rape him. They always made Harry feel like he was not wanted, like he was dead. Now, he wanted to be dead.
While Harry was crying, someone was poking their noses in private property. Rap! Rap! There was someone at the door. The Dursley's were mostly undisturbed. Harry wiped his eyes and went to the door.
There was a small man standing in the archway. He had green skin and had a long nose. Probably a goblin, thought Harry.
'Hello Mr. Potter, I am Gornook, the Undersecretary of Head Goblin of Family Management,' said the little goblin.
'Call me Harry. Come in,' said Harry, 'You know I am not allowed to have guests.'
The goblin didn't speak, he merely nodded. He entered the house and sat on the main couch. Harry sat opposite to him. He knew enough to be polite with goblins.
"Would you like something?"Harry asked as politely as possible.
"No thank you," Gornook replied, "Let's get back to business. As of tomorrow you will inherit vast wealth. It is only acceptable that you be aware of it."
The goblin looked at the flabbergasted face of Harry. "Aren't you aware of it?"
"No, Professor Dumbledore never told me." The goblin turned grimmer. "I see. Pack your bags, Harry. Leaky Cauldron awaits you."
Harry was immensely happy at the thought of leaving Privet Drive. He shoved all he had in his trunk. Then as fast as he could he ran in the living room. Gornook was reading from a parchment.
"Good, Harry you are ready. Hold my hand." Harry did as he was told. For a second nothing happened. Then as if on a hook, Harry spun. He couldn't breathe for a moment. Next thing he knew he was outside the Leaky Cauldron.
"What was that?" a frightened Harry asked.
"Goblin Apparition, Potter. Try to keep up." Gornook sneered
Harry made a mental note to learn Goblin Apparition at all costs.
The duo entered the pub. Even at the dead of the night the pub was jam-packed. Tom the barman was serving the customers.
"Mr. Potter here would like a suite for one night," Gornook spoke for him in a grim voice. Harry caught the word 'suite'
"17 galleons," said the barman. Harry was about to give the money but Gornook said "Take the money from Vault 1007." The barman gave the key to the suite. Gornook accompanied him to it.
"I don't own vault 1007," said a confused Harry.
"As of tomorrow you will." They reached the room and unlocked the door. The room was nothing special except it was three times the size of the normal rooms.
"Sleep well, Mr. Potter, you will need it. Be at the bank within 12 in the morning. Tell the guards you want to meet Mr. Ragnarok" With that the goblin left. Harry took off his glasses and slouched in the comfortable bed. Before he knew it sunlight crept up to his face. He sat up in panic. Where was he? Was he late? Will the Dursley's beat him? Then slowly last night's events came back. Wait; was he late for his appointment? He glared at the clock. It was 7 in the morning. Phew. He gave a breath of relive. But still it was good to be early. He jumped out of bed, went downstairs and ate a hearty breakfast. Then he sprinted upwards, put on his best clothes (which was a pair of black jeans and blue T-shirt) and headed outside and entered Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley had not changed. It was still bright, colorful and at the morning with very little customers. Harry made his way to Gringotts. There were two guards at the front door. They hold two spears in a crisscrossed way. It scared Harry, but he gathered his might and said, "I want to meet Mr. Ragnarok." The guards nodded. One of them, the smaller one, guided him through the door. There was a chain of goblins inside, working as usual. But the guard took him to the very back. He had never been here. There was only one door. It said,
Ragnarok
Monarch of the Goblin Kingdom
Head Goblin of Family Management
Harry stood outside for a few. The guard had left him. He checked his hand watch. It was 8:15. He took a long hard breath and knocked. Once, twice, thrice. "Come in" said a harsh voice. Harry entered.
"Oh Mr. Potter," Ragnarok's voice changed in a matter of nanosecond. Now it was as polite as a goblin could be. "You came. I thought you wouldn't come. Anyway, onto business." Man, thought Harry, they really want to go straight to business.
"Do you know what families you will be getting lordship of?" he continued. Harry put up another confused look. "So you don't know. You will be the Lord of the families Potter," Harry was sure that the name will be on the list, "Gryffindor, Peverell and Black." The last names astonished Harry. Gryffindor was his ancestor? And what was the family Peverell? And Black? Wasn't Sirius Black a terrorist?
"After undergoing the Lordship ritual you will undergo several mental and magical changes and inherit vast wealth. Now are you ready?"
"Can I see the wills?" Harry asked. Ragnarok waved his hands and two parchments arrived in front of Harry. The first said-
The will of James Fleamont Potter
In case of the absence of either me or my wife, Lily Evans Potter, Harrison James Potter will inherit the Lordship of the families Potter, Peverell and Gryffindor.
No document can be used to enter the trust vault. The only access is of Harrison James Potter.
In no way is Harrison James Potter to be placed with the family Dursley. In case of his parents absence he is to be given to either Sirius Black or family Tonks or any family on the Light side.
Harry, if you are reading this, we aren't alive. Voldy got us and you are the Boy-Who-Lived. So give hell from us to Voldy
Potter Vaults
Trust Vault (for Harry's education) - 2000000 galleons
Failsafe Vault – 40000000 galleons
Main Vault – 200000000000 galleons
Gryffindor Vault
Main Vault – 40000000000000 galleons
Peverell Vault
Main Vault – 500000000000 galleons
Real estate – House in Godric's Hollow, Bungalow in France, Manor in Worchester and an unplottable island in the Pacific Ocean.
James Fleamont Potter-Gryffindor-Peverell
Lily Evans Longbottom- Potter
"My mother was a Longbottom. Wouldn't that make me a…?"
"A Pure-Blood, yes." Ragnarok replied immediately.
"Then why shouldn't I be the Lord Longbottom?"
"Because the current Lady Longbottom, in her will, stated as long as N. Longbottom lives you won't be the Heir or Lord of the house." Harry felt betrayed. However he knew that Neville deserved the title. Thus, his mind made up, Harry made his way into more pressing matters.
The second will read
The will of Sirius Orion Black
I hereby rule out Draco Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black) from the Black Family. In case of absence of another worthy ancestor, Harrison James Potter will inherit the Lordship of the family Black.
Black Vault
Main Vault – 4000000000 galleons
Real estate – House in London, Family Bungalow in Russia and Bulgaria.
Harry was astonished to read how much he would own. Ragnarok seemed to read his mind, "You would be the richest person on the Wizarding World." Ragnarok continued, "So are you ready?" Harry considered for a moment. "Yes."
Ragnarok waved his hand yet again. Four papers came floating and dropped in front of Harry. "Sign here," said Ragnarok. Harry signed all the four papers in the required places. Meanwhile, Ragnarok had vanished for the moment. As Harry finished signing, Ragnarok reappeared. "Come now, follow me." He led Harry in a backroom. The room was painted in gold and rectangle in size. There was a single basin in the room. The basin contained a green fluid potion.
"You will have to drop seven drops of blood on the potion making it complete and drink it." Ragnarok said conjuring a knife. Harry grabbed the knife. "Mr. Potter, don't drop more than seven drops. Be careful." Harry cut his hand and let his blood flow in the potion. One, two…seven drops. Harry covered his wound. "Give it here," said Ragnarok in a moody voice. Harry gave his hand. Ragnarok waved his hand and the wound fixed. "Now, drink it." The potion had not changed much. Only it had turned to a lighter shade of green. Harry drank it in a jiffy.
Harry did not feel different. He felt warm. But his eyes had become fizzy.
Four rings had flown towards him. "Wear them in your left hand."Harry wore them. One of them was a ruby with a 'G' engraved. There was another ruby with a 'P' on it. A black stone with a coat of arms marked the Peverell ring. An emerald diamond with a 'B' was also there. He wore all of them. Ragnarok smiled.
"Now, there are some matters to be resolved."
"Meet your family goblin Sharptooth." Ragnarok introduced to the new goblin that had entered. "Let's talk in my office," said Sharptooth. Harry once again felt the sensation of Apparition as they went to the goblin's office.
"Mr. Potter, I believe you know that there have been several unauthorized transactions in your vaults under the authority of Albus Dumbledore,'' said Sharptooth.
"What?" Harry yelled. Professor Dumbledore was stealing his money! "It has also come to my attention that a certain family named Weasley had also illegally stealing your money." This was the final nail in the coffin. The Weasley's were taking his money too. Damn it!
"Cancel their authorization. Create a new key and send it straight to me." Harry bellowed angrily. Then another thought came to him. "Hermione Granger, has she been stealing my money too?"
"No. The only transactions had been by you, the Weasleys and you."
"Good. Then create a new vault by her name and transfer 2 million galleons in that vault. Send me the key via owl post."
"What benefits have I gained from this ritual?" he continued
"The Ministry cannot track you anymore. So you can do magic outside Hogwarts. Also you now have the rights of an adult thus nullifying the power of your magical guardian, if you have one."
"Also you are now a seventh level occlumens and legimens, meaning no one can break in your mind whereas you can break into everyone's. You also have inherited twenty house elves."
Being a lord might be bad for my health, thought Harry.
Health, the word floated in his mind.
"Sharptooth, is there any way for the goblins to cure scars and malnourishment?"
"To the answer to your question, yes. Our healers are more than capable of doing that. But may I ask, why?"
"How old am I, Sharptooth?" said Harry, annoyed.
"Fifteen." Sharptooth answered.
"Do I look fifteen?"
Understanding filled Sharptooth, "Fair point."
"I will talk with Ragnarok and arrange a meeting with our healers for you tomorrow at nine"
"Fair enough." Harry stood and left. But nine in the next day came too quickly for Harry's liking. He stood in front of the wooden gateways, sweating from nervousness.
Sharptooth swept open the doors. "You are up, Mr. Potter." Nervously, Harry went in. However, as he took in the sight, his nervousness vanished. The room was almost an entire copy of the Hogwarts infirmary. Inside a goblin in white robes was waiting.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Would you please remove your clothes bar your underwear and lie on the bed." Harry did so. The goblin moved his hands as a golden glow emitted from his body.
"Strange!" the goblin muttered. "What is the matter?" Harry asked.
"All the things you mentioned are here. Malnourishment, scars, bad eyesight etc. etc. But there are several other tabs on your magical core, too. There are multiple blocks on your magic disallowing you to achieve you your full potential. There is also a block on your Metamorphagi ability."
"Dumbledore!" Harry growled.
"Yes, his magical signature his imminent," the goblin replied. "Also, there is an dark curse on your scar, leeching your magic."
Harry's expression turned horrid. The goblin chuckled.
"Not to worry. We'll get it out."
TBC
(A.N: Harry doesn't know Sirius. And Harry is born a year earlier. And The Wizarding World thinks Sirius is dead. That doesn't mean he is truly dead. Dumbledore and Weasley bashing. Harry and Hermione pairing.)
