Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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~letters~
:Parsletongue:
Ch. 1
July 31, 1995
Harry sat up in his bed, panting. *What is going on?* He thought, panicking. He went to the only mirror in the room, and stood still, frozen in shock. *What the Hell? Is that really me?*
"Freak, get down here NOW!" Harry's uncle shouted for him angrily.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon!" Harry answered as he turned and left his room. "You called?" He asked both his Aunt and Uncle as they stood there staring at him. "What, is there something on my face?" He asked, bringing their attention back to him.
"What did you do last night?" Petunia asked as Vernon's face changed colors rapidly.
"Nothing, I just woke up like this." Harry assured them quickly. "I don't think it is normal, even for my kind." He admitted, turning back towards his room, only to be attacked by Vernon.
Vernon snarled at Harry as he pounded his fists on the 16 year old Vampire. "You and your kind ruined our lives!" He shouted at his nephew.
"Dad, stop!" Dudley, Harry's cousin shouted from behind them. "I doubt it was his falt." He added to his father.
"Stay out of this, Son." Vernon ordered his child sharply as he continued beating the 'Savior of the Light'. "We should have killed you years ago boy!" He shout boy-who-lived.
"Maybe, but now your not strong enought!" Harry answered, pushing his Uncle away from him. I don't know how I became this, but I do know what I am, I am a Vampire." Harry shouted, feeling his fangs quivering in his mouth.
"Get Out." Petunia shouted at him. "Get out of my house!" She snarled at him as he glared at her. Harry went to the front door and pulled it open to reveal a well dressed very familiar blonde Lord who had been about to knock.
"Mr. Potter?" He asked shocked.
"How do you know my nephew, Lord Malfoy?" Vernon asked gently.
"Indeed, Mr. Dursley." Lucius Malfoy answered in a drawl.
"What are you doing here?" Harry interjected before motioning the wizard into the house.
"I am an investor in your Uncles's Company." The blonde answered raising an eyebrow. "Are you a Vampire?" He added, shocked.
"Yes, do you know if the Potter line had a creature inheritance." Harry asked eagerly.
"No, the only bloodline that held the Vampire inheritance was the Evans, but they died out." Lucius answered the teen's eager questions.
"My Mum's maiden name was Evans." Harry pointed out to the pureblood.
"That would explain it. Only the males of that particular line inherited." Lucius added as his explaination. "Let me make that more clear, only the magical males Inherit the gene." He clearified, shooting a glance at Dudley. "You will have a 3 year span to locate, woo, and consencrate with your true mate, if that time passes without all of that occurring, you will die. You will be able to recongize your mate by their scent, and there is no telling the gender of said mate. Once you have scented your mate, your creature side will take over until your mate is marked." He warned the teen. "I suggest you begin implimenting an exchange of one meal to a goblet of blood." He suggested before turning towards Vernon for the business meeting he had originally shown up for.
Harry turned back to the door, and began wandlessly summoning his things, ignoring the laws against underage magic, before leaving the house and flicking his wand to summon the Knight-bus. He boarded the triple-decker bus and gave Gringotts as his destination. When he arrived at the bank, he spoke to one of the tellers about getting a blood-line test to check his inheritance. He was escorted to an office, and once the required items were gathered the goblin gave his instructions. "Mr. Potter, you need to allow 7 drops of blood to run down the tip of this dagger and drip onto this parchment." The goblin was motioning towards the specific items, waiting for the potion-treated parchment to change color to blue before handing over the dagger.
"May I inquire what the excess blood will be used for?" Harry asked, smirking at the goblin.
"We use it to strengthen the wards and magic for the vaults in your family." His answer surprised the teen, and the teen's expression caused the goblin to chuckle. "Time to bleed, Mr. Potter." Was his only warning as the goblin flashed the dagger, drawing blood painlessly. Once the 7 drops were acquired, a vial gathered a fair amount of blood before the wound healed. A sudden flash of light drew both males attention to the parchment, and its newly added contents.
~Harrison James Potter:
Heir of
Potter (Father)
Black (Godfather, Grandmother)
Ravenclaw (Mother)
Gryffindor (Father)
Evans (Mother)
Parevell (Mother and Father)
Once a blood-test is done, Heir is to become emancipated if under 17, and Lordships to be given.~
"Griphook!" The goblin shouted, and when another more familiar goblin appeared, he switched to their native language. Several other goblins rushed over at the shout, wishing to see what the commotion was all about. Griphook exited the office swiftly, his face pensive with his orders, and he returned with another goblin. This new goblin's presence brought the crowd to bow deeply, the action bringing Harry to realize the importance of the new goblin. Harry stood, and dropped into a deep bow, surprising the goblins at the respect a wizard was showing them.
"Mr. Potter-Black-Evans-Parevell-Ravenclaw-Gryffindor, I am Silentfear, Prince of the Goblin Nation, and Headgoblin at this branch of Gringotts. I assume you wish to see your accounts, young Heir?" The new goblin addressed the Vampire.
"Yes, and I would appreciate your advice on said accounts, also please call me Harry, Your Highness." The teen accepted politely, once again surprising everyone at his respect.
"Very well, Harry." Silentfear responded, calling out for the paperwork in their language. It was presented to him quickly, and after he flicked through the files, he magically summoned a large vail. "We are going to require a large amount of blood, Harry." He informed the teen, a look of slight appology in his eyes waring with bloodlust. Harry rolled his eyes and lifted his wrist to his mouth. His fangs dropped from their shieths and when he bit down on his wrist, the blood began flowing quickly. He moved his bleeding appendage over the top of the vial, ignoring the shocked responses of the goblins. Once the vial was full, the teen licked the bite, healing it instantly with his saliva. "You are a Vampire?" Silentfear spoke the statement in a questioning tone, before handing over the files. "You are now the richest, and most powerful wizard in the known world." He informed his client, before recalling that the former Lord Black's will was due to be read later that day. "Also, your godfather's will is being read today, you should have recieved notice of this event a week ago from your magical guardian." He added, narrowing his eyes at the confusion that appeared in Harry's eyes. "These are your files, read them over in your own time, and your lordships are awaiting your claim."
"What magical guardian? I had no word on Sirius's will, and how do I claim my lordships?" Harry fired off his questions rapidly, confusion and anger clouding his expression and tone.
"WHAT!?" The goblin prince shouted, enraged at the ignorance of the young wizard. He read over the files quickly, looking for the specific name of the magical guardian of Harrison James Potter. Once he found the name he let out a feriocous snarl. "A magical guardian is the adult assigned to teach magical children raised in the non-magical world of the positions and power offered by the magical government. Any lordships, inheritances, and class requirements are to be discussed with your magical guardian." He stated the information to the teen, his anger growing at the lost look on Harry's face.
"Who is my magical guardian?" Harry asked, wondering why no one had mentioned anything to him about his new responsiblities.
"Albus Dumbledore." Silentfear's answer confirmed the teen's suspision, further enhancing the teen's dislike for the manipulative old coot. "He became your magical guardian when your parents died." He added, nearly wincing at the fury the Boy-Who-Lived showed in his aura.
"Why didn't my godfather become my magical guardian?" Harry demanded sharply. "Sirius Black wasn't arrested until November 6th, my parents died October 31st, he should have recieved the position instead of the Headmaster." Harry explained with a growl.
"We will check into the situatation and get back to you when we have your answer." Silentfear assured the 'Savior.' "Now as to your lordships, state your name and then say, 'I call upon magic to bestow upon me the titles of my blood-line.'" He stated the answer to the second question hoping to draw the attention away from Dumbledore's negligence.
"I am Harrison James Potter, and I call upon magic to bestow upon me the titles of my blood-line. So mote it be." The black-haired teen spoke in a clear, precise tone. A magical glow enveloped the teen and when it disapeared there was a voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere.
"Be blessed, Child of my soul." It proclaimed as a small ring appeared on the desk, a Lordship ring. "My Child, Magic protects and Claims you." It added, a second ring appearing, this one on Harry's right thumb.
"Thank you, Great Lady." Harry whispered in awe. The presence that arrived when Harry presented his claim vanished with a soft laugh. He reached for the ring on the desk and slid it onto his left pointer-finger.
"Your Lordship ring will change the crest it shows when you state a specific family name. For the time being it is baring the Potter family Crest." The royal goblin stated the information softly. "When you drew your own blood for the blood-test you became emancipated in both worlds, making you a legal adult in the eyes of both governments." He added, hoping to aid the teen with the news.
"Thank you, Prince Silentfear, for your aid with my accounts today, and the information you have gifted me." Harry offered the Prince, a smile of gratitude on his face. "Is there any way I can learn what information I am lacking in reguards to my new position?" He asked, not wanting to remain ignorant of his place in the wizarding world.
"There are books we can recomend you, an account manager can help with any questions you have pertaining to the financial portion of your files. We also recomend you hire a lawyer for the protection from ileagal accusations, or actions towards your person, houses, and/or positions within the government." The goblin added, knowing that there was always something being said or done against the young wizard.
"I would benefit from both, who would you recomend for the positions?" Harry decided, not wanting to be used anymore, by anyone. "And where can I get protection from both sides of the current Blood war?" He asked, not wanting to be forced one way or another by either side.
"We have several lawyers on retainer, both human and non, as well as some of the best managers in the wizarding world." The goblin offered.
"Who are the best in both fields, I don't care if they are human." Harry assured, seriousness evident to the goblin.
"Ragnorock is our best legal representation, and Sharpfang is our best account manager."
"I will take them both, and I have a case for Ragnorock to look into." Harry stated, knowing that he wouldn't be letting Sirius remain convicted for a crime he didn't do, even if his godfather no longer was alive to enjoy the benefits. "How do I contact them?" He requested, wanting to get the ball rolling. Two goblins stepped forward from the crowd in the doorway bowing to the Prince when he waived them inside.
"I am Ragnorock." The more fearsome and scarred one spoke to his potential client. "My fee is 7,000 Galleons per case, win or lose. Consultation is 500 Galleons, and the proficienty of my services is that I have never lost a case." His words were clear cut, no embelishments or expressed on his face.
"I am Sharpfang, I hold 6 clients currently, and it will take 2 hours to familiarize myself with your accounts, should you decide to hire me." The other one answered.
"Very well, I wish to hire both of you." Harry told them both. "How exactly do I pay you?" He asked, a blush appearing on his face.
"The money can be removed from your account by you, you can write a check to them, or an automatic transfer can be arranged." Sharpfang answered.
"Set up an automatic transfer, and monthly statements would be a good idea, as well." Harry ordered his new manager. "I also would like to see the records of everything from when my parents died back on October 31st." He added, not wanting to be caught unaware by past transactions done by his magical guardian. "I have a possible case for you, Ragnorock." He offered his new lawyer.
"What is it, Sir?" The lawyer demanded, raising an eyebrow at the teen.
"The illegal imprisinment of Sirius Black." Harry answered, shocking the goblins. "I was informed that my reciently decieasted godfather was put into Azkaban without a trial." He informed them, his tone sharp. Snarls cut through the room at the news.
"Who told you there wasn't a trial?" Ragnorock asked, pulling a quil and some parchment out to take notes.
"Sirius himself, back in my third year." Harry admitted. "He also informed me that he was innocent of the crime."
"He was imprisoned for the deaths of Lord and Lady Potter, as well as 12 non-magical humans and one Peter Pedigrew." Recalled the goblin lawyer.
"Pedigrew is alive, the rat." Harry spat out, a growl rumbling in his chest. "He is Marked as a death eater." He added, eyes dangerous.
"How do you know?"
"I saw him with my own eyes, along with Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and Remus Lupin." The teen answered. "All three of them were there when it occurred. We were in the Shrieking Shack shortly before the end of Third year." He informed the goblin bluntly. "Pedigrew has a rat anamagus form." Harry added viciously.
"I will need to gather the evidence, memories from all witnesses. What about Black being accused of betraying your parents?" He checked his facts.
"Sirius wasn't the Secret Keeper, Pedigrew was, and he had no Dark Mark." Harry pointed out the facts.
"I will owl you when I get anything in regards to this case." The goblin assured the teen, bowing to his prince before leaving the room.
"When is the will being read?" Harry asked Silentfear.
"A few hours from now, 3 1/2 hours to be precise." The royal answered blandly. "Anything else you require from Gringotts?" He asked, not wanting to leave anything undone.
"I was told I could write a check, where can I get a checkbook?" Harry remembered aloud.
"According to your files, one has already been issued to your non-magical guardians. It has been used on a regular basis." Sharpfang answered as Silentfear turned to leave the office.
"The Dursleys have access to my accounts. I assume it is ment for my financial needs while growing up?" The teen spoke in a soft voice. "They lied to me about my parent's deaths, had access to money for my care and still treated me like a pennyless slave!" He snarled angrily, forgetting his audience. "You said they were using it regularly?" He added to Sharpfang, who nodded as Silentfear rejoined the teen, shutting the door to the office.
"Slave?" The prince questioned in a deadly voice.
"I was cooking for them when I was 4. Cleaning everything, from the house-hold chores to outside work, by the time I was 6. I didn't know my name until I was put into school at 7. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs from the morning I was found on their doorstep to the day I went to Hogwarts. I cook, I clean, and if I fail to do anything they order, I am beaten or whipped. I am a 'Freak' and 'freaks' don't need to eat." He added, reciting what he had been told repeatedly by his relatives. "I was told my parents died in a car crash because my dad was drunk." He whispered, fighting his tears.
"We, here at Gringotts, will insure these events are properly handled and recompense is awarded on your behalf." Sharpfang informed the Vampire. "No one gets away with stealing from goblins, and miss using your accounts counts as stealing."
"The goblin nation will look into your childhood, and with your permittion, take action against any miscreants." Silentfear assured the teen, not willing to let the only wizard respectful towards his people suffer any longer. "May your gold flow, abundantly." He offered the teen, standing to leave once more.
"May your enemies fall at your feet." Harry returned the phrase, bowing deeply to the Goblin Prince.
"After the Will reading, request to see me." Silentfear ordered the teen as he exited the office.
"Are there any reocurring transactions on my accounts?" Harry asked Sharpfang. The goblin flicked through the files, growling when he finished.
"Yes, aside from your Hogwarts tuition, there is 3 other tuitions being taken from your accounts, a monthly sum of 800 Galleons transfered to Albus Dumbledore, 750 Galleons given to Molly Weasley monthly, along with 400 Galleons given monthly to both Ronald and Ginny Weasley. The three tuitions are for Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley." Sharpfang stated, growling deeply.
"Can I have the money returned from the monthly transactions. I won't ask for the tuition money back because I believe that education is important, but I will be speaking to all three of them about using my money without asking me." Harry ordered the financial manager. "Anything else?" Harry asked, seeing the look the goblin was attempting to hide.
"One of the transactions that ended when your parents passed away was stopped by Dumbledore, your father set it up to continue until the recipient's death, and he isn't dead."
"Who?" Harry asked, eyes narrowed.
"A Remus Lupin."
"Reinstate it, and double the amount." Harry ordered. "Once he is informed offer him his choice of my properties as well."
"Sign this." Sharpfang told the teen, handing a portion of parchment over. Harry read over what the parchment contained before touching the quil to sign, impressing the goblin. "He will be informed, in person, after the will is read."
"Good, is there anything else you need from me?" Harry asked, wanting to confront the Dursleys soon.
"No, that is all for now." Sharpfang answered honestly. "May your gold flow, abundantly."
"And your enemies fall at your feet." Harry stated heading out to the main bank area and out into Diagon Alley. He summoned the Knight-bus to take him back to the Dursley's, looking over his files as he traveled back to his personal hell.