AN: OK so I am quite late to write a Harry Potter fanfiction. Buuuut... better late than never, right?
Now there's gonna be some serious (not Sirius) bashing of some characters like APWBD, RW, GW, MW, etc. There is going to be some eye-opening moment of HG, which may appear as some mild bashing but I like her and it's going to be alright for her.
As to pairings- It's going to be HP/multi, NL/multi, others are still undecided. Don't like don't read
EDIT: I removed one bind (weaponry). To be explained later in the story. AND I am removing the founder's heir part as it will make things too easy in the future, we need challenges, right?
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to our beloved JKR... (NOT mine)
CHAPTER:1
Harry made his way to a classroom, on the fifth floor of Hogwarts. It had been just yesterday that his name had come out of the Goblet of Fire and then the wizarding sheeps had accused him of being a cheater and had ridiculed him. Even Ron refused to believe him and had called him an attention seeking prat. That surprisingly hadn't hurt at all like he had thought it would. Well, it was mostly because he knew that Ron was a jealous prat, and he had known that for a while.
As he reached the door, he uttered the password, "Aslan be with us!". The door opened revealing a thin, raven-haired girl with glasses; the one to come up with the password. He went in and closed the door. The girl looked up from her book, her eyes scrutinized the messy-haired boy. Her eyes were unique, it was half blue and half black, and it had the power to unnerve anyone with its powerful stare.
Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the girl, "If you're going to ask what I think you're going to ask, then save it. Are you an idiot? No? Then why pray do you think that I'll believe what the sheep believe? I know you didn't put your name in the Goblet. Eternal Glory my arse!" she scoffed.
Harry smiled, after his bushy-haired friend, she was the second one to believe in him. But it wasn't just that, she had known what he was going to ask and had answered it. "Well, I had to know. After pig weasely, I was a little worried." The girl nodded.
"Well, what did they say?" she asked and Harry understood who she was referring to. "They said I must compete. Kharkoff and Maxime were against it. Bagman looked like he was on a sugar high. Snape was his usual, trying to blame it on my arrogance. French Flower called me a leeteel boi," here the girl snorted, "but Crouch and Dumbles said I must compete as it is a magically binding contract. I was able to get the contract off Bagman by getting Dobby to quietly copy it for me. Here," he handed over the contract to her. She read it quietly. As she read, her expression changed from anger, to fear, to disdain and finally to shock.
"Whoever wrote the contract was an idiot. It says here that no one may interfere with the champions when the task is going on, also the champions are required to participate in all the tasks no matter what. All the task details are given here, the first task is... Dragons!! You have to get past a dragon and retrieve a golden egg. It contains the clue to the second task. They are going to pit you against a dragon, bloody morons," the girl hissed in anger. "The second task is on 24th February. You have to retrieve your hostages from the lake, the idiots, putting eight students in a lake in February. Oh, you also have to attend the Yule Ball. So you must know how to dance. The third task is on 24th June. It requires you to traverse through a maze and retrieve the Triwizard cup. The one who gets the cup wins." All through this, Harry's face grew paler and paler and his anger mounted.
"Bloody morons!!" he blew out his cheeks angrily.
"But I see something that's going to get you some privileges." She gave a smirk, "The Champions must be of age, no underage student can be the participants..." she trailed off.
"What?" Harry frowned before his eyes widened in understanding. "Th-that means...I am... the idiots!" Harry laughed and the girl joined him. They began to make plans accordingly.
Xxxxx...
As Harry went to bed that night, he thought back to when he had first met the black haired girl...
$Flashback 1$
12-year-old Harry was running away from a few older Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff. They were taunting and trying to curse him for the whole heir of Slytherin thing. Suddenly he was yanked into a classroom, which closed with a bang. He turned around and came face to face with a raven-haired Hufflepuff firstie with the most unique eyes he had ever seen. She softly told him to keep quiet. When the older students were gone, Harry turned towards the girl.
"You saved me! Why?"
"Because it was the right thing to do..." she replied.
"But don't you think I'm attacking the Muggle-borns?" he asked bitterly.
"I am not an idiot. Well, you could be the heir of Slytherin but you most certainly can't hate muggle-borns. I mean your best friend is a muggle-born, heck your mother is one." she told him. Harry grinned at her.
"Thanks! Well, you would know me. But who are you?"
"I am Lyra, Lyra Rivers".
$End of flashback 1$
$Flashback 2$
Summer before the third year, day after Harry had run away. Harry was sitting in the leaky cauldron finishing dinner when he saw a black haired girl entering the cauldron dragging her trunk. He looked at her closely and was startled to see Lyra. He made his way to the counter.
"This ain't enough for a room lass," Tom was saying referring to the meager amount of money the girl had. Lyra looked down dejectedly.
"Here," Lyra looked up sharply to see Harry passing Tom some galleons.
"Yo-you don't have to," Lyra told him, eyes wide.
"Nonsense," Harry smiled at her kindly before frowning at the old rags she was wearing.
As they trudged up to her room, she said, "I can't repay you, until I get a job. Er... my school cost is paid by the Hogwarts fund you see."
He waved her off, "You don't have to. But what are you doing here alone? Where are your parents?"
Lyra flushed, "Er...my parents are dead, or so I think. I live with my adoptive relatives, where er...I am not very welcome, well not anymore."
"What do you mean? And you think, your parents are dead?"
"You see I was found at the doorstep of the house where I live- used to live. I was adopted by an old woman, Annabell Rivers. She died a week ago, er...her son and his family don't like me much so I..er.." she looked embarrassed.
"So you ran away?" Harry asked. Lyra nodded.
"Don't worry, I did the same thing. My relatives, my mother's sister and her whale of a husband and son hate me. I ran away yesterday when I accidentally blew up Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge." Harry shrugged. They entered Lyra's room, opposite to that of Harry.
Lyra laughed before wincing in pain and suddenly coughed up blood. Harry stared at her in horror.
"Qu-quick...my trunk...potion," Lyra rasped. Harry quickly opened her trunk and on the top lay three potions. He grabbed them and gave them to her. Lyra gulped down two of them and sat at the bed. Harry bit his lips and sat down beside her. Lyra flinched.
"What happened?" Harry asked gently. Lyra bit her lips, "I...I fell down the stairs."
"Yeah, and I am Voldemort." Harry snorted but was impressed that Lyra didn't flinch at the dark lord's name. "You can tell me. I won't spill your secrets, promise."
When Lyra didn't say a word, Harry looked at her. He could see she needed help. He could see her fears. And he cursed his hero complex. He took a deep breath, my relatives are afraid of magic. And they hated my mother. So they took it out on me. I was a..abused throughout my life." Lyra looked at him sharply. He told Lyra about his home life. He told her about the periods of starvation and being locked up, his cupboard, 'Harry hunting', his chores and the periodic beatings from his uncle for his freakiness. He even told her about how much he hated his fame and the whole Boy who lived thing. And he didn't know why. He never shared this informations about his life. Something in this girl made him want to share.
"...They haven't touched me since I got my Hogwarts letter. Well until a house elf performed a hover charm and got me into trouble, that is." He finished. He actually felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Lyra looked at him with understanding. And Harry knew that she did understand. She stared at her hand for a few seconds, wanting to hurt the Dursleys, before taking a deep shuddering breath.
"It started when gran fell ill. I was five. Her son, his wife, and son came to live with us. It started small, they gave me chores to do. If I didn't complete them, I was locked in my room and starved. I wasn't allowed to tell gran anything. Their son would hit me, take my things and all from the very start. The first time I was hit was when I burned the food. As time passed the beatings got more frequent and harsh..." She told Harry about how they would burn her hands, break her bones and whip her. She outlined her life, which made Harry want to kill someone, preferably Lyra's unc-relative. Lyra never called them uncle or aunt.
"...Gran died a week ago, the funeral was yesterday. He wa..was angry today. He was drunk, he whipped and punched me, and broke my ribs," here she rolled up her sleeves to show him whip marks. "Then..then he tr-tried to r..ra..rape me.." here she broke down into tears. Something in Harry snapped and he snarled causing Lyra to flinch. Harry visibly calmed himself down and pulled her against his chest in a hug. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing and crying her heart out. Harry held onto her, he didn't know why but he felt like protecting her, like tearing apart anyone who tried to hurt her.
"He..he couldn't, I had a burst of accidental magic that threw him out of the room. I quickly locked the door and packed my stuff. I jumped out from my window and then took a tube here, with whatever muggle money I had." Harry nodded, before rocking her. They both fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning Lyra woke up 2 hours later than her usual time at 6 in the morning, yes that means she usually wakes up at 4. Why? To study course, that luxury was not available during evenings for 10 years so it turned into a habit. Lyra heard a regular thumping as soon as she was partially awake. The noise made her fully awake and she noticed her position. She had fallen asleep on the chest of a boy. And not just any boy, it was Harry Potter- the Boy Who Lived.
She tried to get up without waking him up But the moment she moved Harry stirred and groggily opened his eyes. It took him some time but the moment he realized their position, he let go abruptly. Both sat up blushing furiously. There was an awkward silence.
WHOOSH!
The two teens turned to look as Fawkes appeared. He held out a letter for Lyra that she took. Fawkes flashed out. She opened it. It was from their headmaster. Albus-too many names-Dumbledore. It read-
Dear Lyra
I am disappointed that you ran away from home. Your family was so distressed. Now please don't venture out of Leaky Cauldron as it is unsafe out there.
From
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Supreme Mugwump
Chief Warlock
Harry read over her shoulders, with permission of course. He looked intrigued, "He sent me almost the same letter, the moment I arrived here."
"But how did he know? And what did he mean by it being unsafe out there?" Lyra frowned at him.
"Well the minister was waiting for me when I arrived, so Dumbledore must know too. As for being unsafe, there's a mass murderer out there, Sirius Black."
"Sirius Black is magical?"
"Yeah, he was Voldemort's, right-hand man. Killed twelve muggles before he was captured."
"Oh!" but her mind was still on the letter. "You know you blew up your aunt, so the ministry was informed. But what about me? My accidental magic didn't trigger any ministry sensors but Dumbledore still found out. How?"
Harry considered her words. Lyra frowned until she suddenly exclaimed, "What if we are being tracked? I heard a few puffs mention tracking charms and such."
"It's possible. But I don't know how to detect one." Harry pondered.
"Well... some adult wizards can... House-elves!" she exclaimed, "House-elves can. But we don't have any." her shoulders dropped.
"I know one," Harry said excitedly.
"You do?"
"Yeah, I kind of helped free one. I am sure he would be able to help."
"You freed an elf?!" she almost screamed.
"Yeah, so what? Lucy Malfoy abused him," Harry defended.
"Well that's ok... but a house-elf needs to bond with a wizard or they die."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah! Well, our common room is near the kitchen, so we see house-elves quite a lot especially for snacks. When I saw one, I thought it was slavery. But an older puff explained that the bond between a house-elf and a wizard is symbiotic. It sustains the house-elf and in return, they work for the wizard. If the bond is broken the elf goes weak and then mad before finally dying."
"I..I didn't know," Harry whispered.
"Well, you do now. I suggest you check on him" Harry nodded.
"Dobby!"
POP!
"The great master Harry Potter sir called Dobby! What can Dobby bes doing for great master Harry Potter sir?"
Lyra snorted at the obviously eccentric elf and its worship if Harry. Harry looked bemused.
"Dobby are you bonded?" He asked.
"No great master Harry Potter sir."
Harry sighed. "Dobby would you like to bond with me?"
"YES! Dobby bes wanting nothing more." The elf bobbed his head enthusiastically.
"Well, I have some rules. First no punishing yourself. If you did something wrong then we will discuss it. Second you will not wear that rag, instead, you will wear a uniform. Third I will pay you one galleon and you will get a day off every week." Harry told him.
"One knut and no day off," Dobby countered.
"Absolutely not. Ok, you get one galleon and two days off a month, and it's final. Oh and call me Harry," Harry said. Dobby nodded.
"So what do I have to do?" Harry asked.
"Sir be saying- I take Dobby as my house-elf"
"I Harry James Potter take Dobby as my House-elf and friend." Dobby's eyes widened. A flash of light later, Dobby was bonded to Harry. He grew a couple of inches and looked a lot healthier. Dobby snapped his fingers and his rag changed to a khaki military dress. Lyra snorted at that.
Harry suddenly grew serious "Now Dobby, this is Lyra. She thinks we are being tracked. Can you check if we have spells on us?"
"Dobby cans" He snapped his fingers and they felt a tingling sensation.
"Sir and miss be having lots of charms. There be tracking charms on your glasses and wands. There be loyalty charms. And finally, sir be having blood-based charms. And Dobby is sensing dark magic from sirs scar."
The teens grew angry before blanching at the last one. Lyra asked, "Dobby who cast them? And can you remove them?"
"Dobby cans and the charms be cast by Headmaster Whiskers. Except for the dark magic."
"Dumbledore?!" both yelled simultaneously.
"Dobby remove them," Harry ordered but Lyra stopped him. "No Dobby can you transfer them to something else. Say a quill?" Dobby nodded. "Then do that."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because if Dumbledore found the charms gone, he would instantly come here and obliviate us and reapply the charms. If they are transferred to something else and if we carry it with us all the time except when to sneak, then Dumbledore wouldn't suspect anything."
"Brilliant. How come your not a Slytherin?" Harry asked. Lyra blushed, "The hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but Hagrid had said it was a house of the evil, so I convinced the hat that putting me in other house was more Slytherin tactic since no one would suspect."
"Wow! The hat wanted to put me in Slytherin too. But I had met Malfoy and Hagrid had also told me about how it was the house of evil. So I begged the hat to not put me into Slytherin." Harry chuckled.
So Dobby removed the charms to two quills and even switched Harry's blood with that of Dumbledore. The teens laughed at that. Dobby suggested them to go to Gringotts to get the dark magic checked and they both nodded.
Later in the afternoon, the two teens made their way to Gringotts. They made their way to the nearest teller.
"Er...good afternoon Mr. Garfunk," Lyra greeted the teller goblin after checking the nameplate.
"What do you want?"
"Er...we were hoping to meet the Potter Account Manager," Harry replied. Dobby had said that Harry had an account manager. The goblin peered at him closely before calling another goblin. The two of them conversed something in another language. Before the second goblin gestured them to follow.
"It's nice to see you again Mr. Griphook," both teens greeted the goblin, recognizing from their respective first times at the bank. The goblins all turned at them in shock. Few wizard or witch treated them with respect and very few even recognized them. "Er..its nice to see you again too Mr. Potter, Miss. Rivers."
The goblin led them to a door with the name Potter and knocked. They heard a sound and Griphook opened the door and ushered the two in. Inside there was a simple office and an old goblin sat in a chair across a desk. The goblin gestured them to sit. The two teens sat. Griphook bowed to the goblin and went out.
The goblin regarded the two teens before addressing Harry, "Mr. Potter I am Sharpclaw, the Potter Account Manager. What I would like to know is why haven't you answered our summons?"
"Er...Mr. Sharpclaw I never received any letter from Gringotts," Harry fidgeted nervously.
"What do you mean? We have sent bank statements every month after you turned eleven." The goblin looked at him angrily.
Lyra frowned at that.
"But I've never received any letter. I swear." Harry told the goblin.
"If I may, Mr. Sharpclaw, I think someone has been intercepting Harry's letters," Lyra spoke up.
The two veered at her sharply. "Intercepting Gringotts mail is a crime," the Goblin told her.
"Well...I have never seen Harry get too many letters, so..." Lyra bit her lips.
"What about Mr. Potter's fanmail."
"Er...never received any" Harry stuttered.
The goblin snarled. "Someone has put a mail ward on you."
"Can it be removed?" Harry asked. The goblin nodded. He opened a drawer and pulled out some parchments.
"This is your account details. But before I give you this, you must prove who you are. Please put a drop of blood in this parchment. It would outline your family tree and list any and all charms, spells etc. on you. Cost is 10 Galleons, will be taken from your vaults." He pushed a parchment and a dagger towards Harry. He took it and then looked at Lyra who gave him an encouraging smile. He pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall on the parchment. The cut instantly healed and Harry picked up the parchment.
Hadrian (Harry) James Potter
Father - James Charlus Potter (deceased)
Mother - Lily Marie Potter nee Evans (deceased)
Heir to Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter (Father)
Heir to Great House of Peverell (Father)
Magical Core- 50% bound
Magical Abilities
Parselmagic- 100% bound
Self Healing- 80% bound
Aura Sight- 100% bound
Natural Occlumency and Legilimency- 100% bound
Elemental (Fire)- 100% bound
Intelligence- 90% bound
{All bindings by Albus Dumbledore}
Blood-based Charms and Spells:
Tracking- Removed
Hating (keyed to Dursleys)- Removed
Heartbeat monitoring- Removed
Blood Wards- Power source
Mail Ward- Active
Contains a Soul piece (Tom Riddle)in the scar.
Below it was his complete family tree.
"I have a piece of Voldemort's soul in my scar?" Harry stared at in shock. Lyra squeezed his hands in support.
"Why aren't you freaking out?" He demanded.
"Because you're my friend," Lyra stated simply. Harry stared at her in gratitude before handing the parchment to Sharpclaw. The goblin took it and began reading. His eyes widened and then he cursed.
"Erm...what is most ancient or whatever house?" Harry asked
"You don't know?" The goblin raised an eyebrow. At his shake of the head, he almost snarled. "Your magical guardian was supposed to tell you."
"I have a magical guardian?"
"Yes, Albus Dumbledore." Harry stared at Sharpclaw. "I can suggest some books that will help." Harry nodded.
"Can these bindings be removed?" Harry asked.
"Yes for a fee, but it will be painful," Sharpclaw told them.
"And the soul piece?" Lyra asked.
"It will require seven curse-breakers and will very painful. It will cost a lot but it won't put a dent in your fortune. Do you want to proceed?" He asked Harry.
"Yes!" Harry stated firmly. "Um...what do you mean by fortune? All I have is one vault" Harry asked.
Sharpclaw laughed, "That is only your trust vault. The Potter and Peverell family has many vaults, you can access them when you come of age or are emancipated earlier. I will give you your family portfolio before you leave. Your parent's Will was sealed, you can unseal it when you come of age or are emancipated." Harry nodded.
He turned to Lyra and said "Why don't you do it too. I'll pay." Lyra started to deny but Harry shook his head stubbornly. Finally, Lyra relented and picked up the dagger. Sharpclaw handed her another parchment. She pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall on the parchment.
Lyra Luna Andromeda Black
Father - Sirius Orion Black
Mother - Marlene Selina Black nee McKinnon (deceased)
Heir to Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (Father)
Heir to Great House of Le Fey (Father)
Magical Core- 60% bound
Magical Abilities
Parselmagic- 100% bound
Self Healing- 90% bound
Illusion- 100% bound
Natural Occlumency and Legilimency- 100% bound
Elemental (Water)- 100% bound
Intelligence- 60% bound
Partial Metamorphmagus- 100% bound
{All bindings by Albus Dumbledore}
Blood-based Charms and Spells:
Tracking- Removed
Heartbeat monitoring- Removed
Sharpclaw stared at the parchment in shock before he addressed them, "I will be back with the Black account manager." He got up and left.
Lyra sat it in shock. Harry put a comforting hand on her shoulders. She looked up with tears in her eyes.
"He-he was my father..." she choked.
"You are nothing like him. You are my friend and I know you not like him." Harry told her firmly. She grabbed him in a hug and muttered a heartfelt "Thank you!!"
Harry told her to get her bindings removed and she nodded. The door opened and Sharpclaw came back with another goblin.
"This is Grimtoe, the Black Account Manager." Sharpclaw introduced.
"Well met, Black Heiress. We have a lot to discuss." Grimtoe greeted Lyra.
"Um... Well met Mr. Grimtoe," Lyra stuttered.
"Just Grimtoe, there is no Mister," The goblin told her.
"You're Grimtoe as long as I am Lyra," Lyra smiled at him. Grimtoe nodded.
They decided to proceed with the removal of bindings, before doing anything else. So they were led to another chamber.
Three hours later they came back to Sharpclaw's office. They had decided to remove the soul piece before the bindings it had been extremely painful and Harry had fainted. Then their bindings had been removed. The goblins had suggested books to master their abilities.
Grimtoe gave Lyra the key to her trust vault. The two were given the heirs ring which turned invisible when they willed it.
The rings had their family crests embedded in it.
They left Gringotts to go for shopping. They shopped for books, clothes and even bought a new two-compartment trunk. They then had Dobby charm it to look like their old trunk.
$End of Flashback$
Harry lay down his bed thinking of their rather fun shopping trip. His thoughts were interrupted by Ron Weasely's muttering about cheaters. He ignored him and thought back to when he had found out about his so-called best friend's betrayal.
$Flashback 3$
Harry and Lyra sat in Harry's room looking through investments and parchments. They had already had a shock when they learned they were billionaires. Lyra decided to do some muggle investments in Apple, Microsoft, etc. The Potters already had investments in the muggle world. Harry and Lyra looked at recent withdrawals in their trust accounts and snarled.
Apparently, the Weasely's had been stealing from them. Molly Weasely had withdrawn about 5000 galleons every year from their trust vault since Harry's parents died and have kept it in a private vault under her maiden name of Molly Prewett. Ronald and Ginevra had been given 500 galleons a month since Harry's first year. There was another withdrawal of 5000 galleons every year to something called the Order of the Phoenix.
There was also an unsigned marriage contract between Harry and Ginny and a concubine agreement of all things between Ron and Lyra. That one had them screaming.
Harry wanted to hex them, but Lyra stopped him. She told him to wait and behave as though nothing had happened.
"...After all, Harry, Revenge is a dish best served cold."
$End of Flashback$
And looks like their time of revenge had finally arrived.
AN: Phew... Review, please. Oh, and next chapter is gonna be a flashback on their third year.