What if Harry met an actual lord during his first year at Hogwarts? What changes will the lord make in young Harry's life? Read and find out. I own nothing this is J.k Rowling's world and I'm just messing with it.
CH1 Go to school nowhere near home what fun
This was it, After five years of waiting I am finally able to leave the U.S for my family's homeland in England. Last week I somehow received a letter from this school called Hogwarts despite never writing to the place or had family who went there. Or maybe someone did go there, I'm not sure going to research it sometime later. In any case I am leaving this place where magic is limited to cleaning and hiding things away. As the year go on more and more pureblooded wizards and witches join the muggles in hopes of being them makes me sick. I hope with all my heart that the brits are not like that or it will mess up my plan for a better world. Normally it is a gigantic task of moving from one place to another especially if it is different continent if I was a dirty muggle that is. Thankfully my dad's family home known as Corwell manor was fully operational and I could move in right away. I decided to leave several of my house-elves behind so that my arsehole relatives do not waste the family fortune or do a take over. Trudy one of the few who was staying came up to me in hopes that I will take her. As much I want to Trudy is extreme in so many ways. Like stopping me from seeing or even talking to anybody who cannot trace their family line back five or more generations. Firing any person with fire if they somehow displease her the list can go on. I reminded her that she is the only house-elf that I can trust to over look my relatives. Sighing sadly she went to pack my things and coordinate which elf will be watching over a relative.
I on the other hand sighed in relief as much I love her she will not be helpful over there. I looked over the school list that they sent over and realized they have a different curriculum than here. Therefore I would have to get the books and several items over there great(ugh), is it because they live backwards or are we? Such questions can be answered by simply researching which I have time for later. Right now I was in the attic trying to find both my parents grimoires which I have no doubt has a traveling or transporting spell. If only they were alive the damned books would be found by now I thought to myself while kicking an empty box to the wall. Which had an invisible portrait for no real reason in fact I wouldn't noticed or realized it was there if it didn't say ow.
Lightly touching along the wall I was able to find the frame which caused the portrait to reveal itself. It was mum and dad's portrait with a baby me in it, poor dad was the one who the box hit if him holding his nose was any indicator. None of the other portraits of them were alive so I wonder what makes this one so special. Granted I could be a sniveling crybaby right now over the fact in some way my folks are alive but as a pure blood noble I will not at least in front of them. I asked them without a quiver in my voice about their grimoires.
"Behind us my dear" mom says softly "we wanted for you to have them when you were older as a rite of passage." Must resist the urge to cry…not going too well feeling the tears falling.
Dad tells me that I grew up so well made those tears rushing out even faster. All my life I heard stories about them, saw pictures and viewed short memories of their lives but this is far better than those things combined. I don't knew much they know past their deaths so I didn't bother telling them anything about my life only that I was going to Hogwarts. Both of them told me that if I should go there than I need to claim both of their family names as titles held more power there than here. Sweet, I was really planning to do that anyways so at least I was in the right path then. Dad told me that his family crest acts as a portkey to the manor, only works for male heirs though. Mom says it is the same for hers but only female heirs, still I better send some elves to get it up and running. Her crest is a small golden medallion with blue phoenix and green stars circling around it. Dad's crest is a small golden medallion with a red sphinx with it's wing spread out the tips touching a crown on fire.
Until I was of age Trudy kept it hidden only letting me see it on my birthday or when I need to impress a crowd I would have to get it from her. They wished me well before opening up and told me when I was leaving to take them with me so they can see their homeland for the first time in their lives. I was already planning to take them so it was no trouble at all unlike some that I know. I saw that both grimoires were huge and are brimming with power, ultra mega score I will rule that school with this at my side. No time like the present I called for Trudy to being me both crests and called the house-elves that was coming with me. She brought them and the twenty elves came in with a single crack, I pointed to the portrait and told Trudy that I was taking it with me. Smiling like she knew I was going to find it, she did just that while handing me dad's crest. I held it for one second before it turned blue, which made dad shout out for me to hold on. Which was advice I could have known before hand because I felt like I was being sucked into a thin pipe.
Worst way to travel next time I will just take a plane or a jet less painful and weird. It felt like a few hours but probably it was a few minutes when I landed face first on cold marble floor instead of cherry wood. Feeling sore all over I quickly surveyed the area around me; a red foyer with multiple portraits either laughing at me or shaking their heads in pity. The foyer ceiling had a painting of slow moving angels, a large staircase that branches off in two directions, and from where I was standing three different doorways. The one behind was ninety percent the front door, the one to my right a dining hall or living room while the one to my left could be a living room or dining hall. I ignored the portraits for now as they are the least important but later when I want a trip down memory lane. I felt a great power beckoning me to go somewhere, mindlessly I went up the stairs. I went towards the left branch to a hallway that had suits of armor from different eras at the end of this hallway there is this clear glass door that was also watery if that made sense. Touching this door lead me to a room with a giant crystal pulsing with power. Without thinking I placed dad's crest on it, which caused the crystal to shine really bright and then a deep voice rang out.
"Heir to the Corwell family do you accept our/your legacy? we who are a battalion of immense power, we who will not cow down to any being, or will you be a sheep baying to others?"
Yeah there's no doubt that I will not be some mindless sheep never my style. I told the voice this along with me telling it that it will bow down to me or I will have it destroyed. It laughed at me, arsehole thinks I was joking well it has another thing coming to it. The crystal stopped glowing and something fierce came at me because the next thing I know I was blacking out. When I came to I was still in the room but I feel like I was reborn or something like it. A faint whisper told me that I gained the full power of the Corwell line and I was the new lord. Lord Andrew Michel Fitzpatrick Corwell has a nice ring to it I think. Bits and pieces of leftover power told me that the crystal was the family lodestone the very foundation of our power no wonder it laugh, still it is a arsehole though. I left the room after picking up the crest as it ties me to the manor and connects me to the lodestone in case I need a power boost or a quick getaway.
A quick look at my wristwatch reveals that it is just over midnight one o clock to be exact. I have been in that room over ten hours seeing how I left home around two or was it three in the afternoon? Anyways a long time had passed, time that could have been used to the last second I will have to put some overtime to make up for it. Touching the crest I thought of a bedroom to sleep in, somewhere that gets a lot of sunlight. It sent me to a white bedroom with a large bed with half a wall missing as someone thought to themselves gee I need a big ass window. No matter it serves my propose for now, which sleep and an early rise. The second the sun started to rise so was I, tons of things to do not enough time to do it. I called for Gigi my second best elf to make me my usual breakfast and for new clothes.
Grabbing the crest again so I could find a bathroom and actually start my day right. A quick shower and stomach full of coffee and pancakes with maple syrup and I was ready to down to work. First I needed to access my account, then find my family tree to show off potential allies, school supplies and figuring which political side fits my needs. With Hogwarts four months away I could get supplies last but I really want to see their market place as that tells me all about their culture. You can know a lot about a place by seeing what they sell. One of the portraits tells me that the fireplace is enchanted allowing me to travel anywhere with special ash. Doubtful I went to the living room which has a fireplace with a large pot beside it. Above the fireplace there is motherly looking lady portrait that made me feel at peace. She was at least in her fifties with long blond hair, she tells me her name was Samantha. I asked her about the pot of ash and what is its propose. Floo powder she told me simply toss it while saying the place you wanted to go to, of course it has to connected to the Floo network and pronounced properly.
I asked her where I wanted to go, Diagon Alley was the place she tells me. Thanking her I scooped up a handful of Floo powder and shouted Diagon Alley. The fire turns green Samantha tells me to go through so I did, it felt like going down a water slide fast but totally fun. Unfortunately it stops like one so I ungracefully stumble on to the floor. It something to work on but it is a thousand times better than the portkey. Diagon alley was like a place trapped in time definitely they lived backwards works for me. I could use this as a way to control how much progress can be made once I make enough clout amongst the masses. Asking around for Pixie international bank was a bad idea as it gave me condescending looks and people telling that there was only Gringotts wizarding bank around here.
Crap that means that I might not be able to access my accounts so easily here, I will have to check with Gringotts to be sure. They told me to look for two security trolls as that is Gringotts, which makes it a little different than Pixie international they use stone golems. I will a stroll around here later, Diagon Alley proved to be a useful place and worth my time. Heading towards Gringotts I noticed it was the same structure as Pixie international but Gringotts feels more stern/warrior like. They also have goblins rather than pixies, ogres, dwarfs, and leprechauns. Going up to one of the bank tellers I inquired about bank transfers and if it was possible to access a different account from another bank. The goblin who name is gripshot sneers at me while telling that Gringotts only works by itself any money I had elsewhere must be directly given to them. Not good but than it means that I could set up funds without worrying about greedy relatives trying to take them from me. I showed him both of my parents crests to see if they had a vault here. By the way his eyes widen I think so, he said that he to follow him to a office where I could meet an account manger for them.
For Fitzpatrick it was senior manger Blackfang and for Corwell it was senior manger Rotwood. It had turned out that both families had intended to return to Britain so they only took half of their wealth with them to the new world. In time I guess they forgot to do that because I didn't even know we did that I just thought we became rich not that we were already rich. The Fitzpatrick has over sixty thousand dollars when converted while Corwell has one point five million dollars. Back home that is three months allowance for me but it is not just money they had it was also priceless tomes, gems, etc. while I would loved to see it there is no time for it today. They also mentioned possible inheritances that are associated with both families that I can claim at any time. Right now I have too much on my plate so I told them to inform me of when those inheritances are about to expire so I that can claim them before that happens. Both of them gave me several folders all of them containing bank statements, inheritances and an itemized list of things within the vaults. They gave me a bottomless bag perfect for holding the currency while adding a charm that makes it lighter when I took five hundred gallons out of each vault. A quick look at the time tells me it was eight in the morning.
I thanked them and said goodbye, leaving the bank quickly because I needed get things set up as soon as possible. I gave myself a quick tour around Diagon Alley as it seems to be a hub for all of magical England needs. I noticed there are many stores all with a different type of specialty. None of them are chain stores meaning they are mom and pop stores as I don't even recognize any of their names. I went to the one that says Ollivanders which apparently is a wand store. Back home wands were banned from being sold because it "tempts" misuse and nobody wants that to happen. If a wizard or witch wanted to do magic they would go to Hollywood or California where it could be explained as a trick.
"Ah new customer welcome to Ollivanders." I jumped in shock when a old man spoke I did not see him there. "It is clear you came far from here young child where are your parents?"
"Dead from greedy small minded people." I replied he doesn't need to know anything beyond that. "How do I get a wand? Do I have pay or pass a test?"
He lets out a small chuckle while telling me to extend my dominant hand or wand arm as he calls it. I lift my left arm and he measures it then he goes to a shelf full of thin boxes. He gives me one which has a wand nine inches, oak wood with dragon heartstrings, I pick it up and it catches on fire. Before I could apologize he opens another this time it is an ash wood wand, nine inches with the same core this time I was hesitant to grab it. Ollivander tells me not to worry as the wand chooses its owner, so I picked it up slowly. This time I felt warmth and it didn't explode so that means it choose me, I was now a wizard right? Ollivander tells me that it will be five gallons for the wand so I tried to gave him ten for the one I burnt. He gives me back five while telling me that it is an daily occurrence when matching a wand to a wizard or witch.
I thank him and I left his store with my head held up high; pleased to be officially called a wizard. I went to different stores for my school supplies as it seems to be a good time to do it. Back home I had gotten a pewter cauldron, a telescope, a pair of dragon gloves and a bottomless trunk. The list says parchment paper and quills but I could use pen and paper. On the other hand it might get me picked on so I will take both just to be on the safe side. I decided to get a self writing quill and different colored ink with the parchment paper. Lastly I went to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions for a whole new set of clothes and a set of school uniform for winter and summer. All day I had lie about my parents presence as apparently kids can not get their own things. Oh wait they can't I only could because I couldn't trust anybody handling my affairs. Granted the shops I visited knew that if they denied me anything I wanted it will cost them dearly. I can't do that here because I am basically a foreigner not yet anyways.
The last place of the day is Flourish & Blotts a book shop, nay a temple of great knowledge which houses power only higher minds or civilized people can use against lesser folks. The second I saw it I knew that I would be trapped within it for hours days even. It is even better for me because it is clearly a magical bookstore so it will mostly sell magical spell books. I quickly enter and softly called for Fraggle a house elf who will take all that brought back to the manor and find out if they have library. If not than we will definitely make one, meanwhile I gave the list of books needed for this year to the salesperson guy. He might've had some complaints but a few gallons and a promise for more if it was done quickly vanished those complaints. Every title I saw fueled my urges to buy them but only fools buy without care.
True I might find some use for every book and I am rich enough to buy them all however I am not a mobile lexicon nor will intend to be one. Too much knowledge kills, fuels jealously in others, what costs will I bear for knowing everything? No it is better that I limit myself and see where my path will go and then obtain what I need, I can not afford any slip up. That is how many fail to achieve their goals by reaching too far or over doing it to the point that someone can easily take them down without too much trouble. Instead I grabbed some history books detailing current and past heroes and villains so that I at least on par with everybody else. The guy took few minutes, pleased I paid him the twice the amount of every book. Fraggle told that the manor does indeed has a library I waved my right hand towards the books and told him to put them in there. Then I called for Gigi to take me home for lunch, I need a break from all this walking around.