Chapter 1: (2935 words)

Dear Prongslet,
Meet me and Lynx at your local library tonight, around ten. Don't be late,
Dove

Harry let out a deep breath as he smiled at the letter. After Dumbledore had done nothing to get him out of the Triwizard Tournament, he had begun to doubt him, and see him in a different light. He wasn't the only one, as he found out later on in the year. After Ron had become a jealous idiot, Harry grew closer to Neville, and began to see him as the brother he never had, and Hermione as the sister he never had.

The three friends remained close after Ron and Harry made up, but his and Ron's friendship was never the same ever again. Well, at least from Harry's point of view. He doubted that Ron even noticed that something was different.

He and Hermione told Neville all about the Dark Lord, which Harry had researched ever since he learned his name during the end of his Second Year. They told him all about the Marauders and the adventures they went on, and the reason Snape despised Harry so very much at first glance, and the truth about Sirius Black, and they grew closer and closer.

They even gave each other special nicknames so that they could communicate with notes, and Harry 'recruited' them as the next generation of Marauders. Sure, there were only three of them, but Harry really didn't want another Wormtail. It was quite obvious to what his own nickname was if you knew James Potter's nickname, but Harry knew that many didn't. Hermione was called Dove due to how she used to always settle arguments between Harry and Ron. She was peaceful and respectful, and incredibly intelligent, so Harry found it a fitting name.

And Neville! His favourite animals had always been cats, but for some reasons he disliked lions, despite being a Gryffindor himself. So, because of that, Harry named him Lynx for being small and easily mistaken for a house cat (Harry still recalled fondly how Neville called a picture of a lynx a 'kitty cat' after Harry showed him a muggle picture book of animals). People always underestimated the boy, and only Harry and Hermione seemed to see past that, and see a powerful young wizard. Only they knew of his elemental abilities. He could control earth and speak to plants, one of the main reasons he excelled at Herbology.

Harry grinned as he remembered his own elemental abilities. He always disliked fire. It was mean and threatening, and could hurt others so easily. But then he realised that it also provided life and health, and warmth and happiness. The reds and oranges and yellows always seemed to frighten him, which was partially why he was so overwhelmed at first when he became a Gryffindor, the red of the house could been seen everywhere! So, of course Harry was delighted to find that when he bended fire, it was a bright emerald green, the same Avada Kedavra shade as his eyes.

Hermione could control water, and she loved how peaceful it was, another reason for her tranquil nickname.

Opening his window, Harry looked outside and wandlessly and wordlessly made his hands stick to the walls outside, and he began to climb down the wall of the Dursley's house. It was never his home, and it never would be what he would see as his home.

The sun had set about half an hour ago, as it was now the end of June, and nearing the Summer Solstice.

It was dark as he silently yet rapidly made his way to the local library, where he had run into Hermione, who was looking for him but found herself at the library. She didn't know where he lived but she knew it was in Little Whinging, so she went there by herself, running away from her parents. They had given her up to the orphanage when they found out about her magic capabilities. Something she liked to keep a secret, but Harry and Neville knew. She lived with Neville now, his grandmother didn't even realise that she was there.

Harry came to a stop as he saw two figures standing impatiently at the library door.

He glanced at his newly fixed watch and saw that it was five minutes past ten.

Whoops.

"Dove?" he whispered, and the two figures perked up, "Lynx?"

"Prongslet? Is that you?" whispered Neville, and Harry nodded. He stepped into the light, and flushed as Hermione and Neville looked up and down at him, and his oversized and worn-down clothes. He rolled his eyes and the three friends walked into the library, which closed at midnight.

"So," he began as they sat at a hidden table at the back, behind a few old bookshelves filled with ancient books that nobody ever checks out, "why have you summoned me on this fine day?"

Hermione then turned to Harry, "Well, I thought of an interesting and new project for us to take on!" Ah, Hermione and her projects.

Sighing simultaneously, Harry and Neville turned to Hermione and waited for her to begin, which she did after gathering her thoughts. "Remember how the original Marauders were all Animagi while still at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah?" Neville responded, as Harry raised an interested eyebrow.

"Well, I thought that we could do something similar! Just imagine how incredible it would be!" Hermione grinned at her two 'brothers'.

Harry suddenly grinned. Although he blamed his parents slightly for fighting in a war while having a child, he would still love to feel closer to them in any way possible, and Sirius too, he hardly sees enough of the lovable mutt. "That's brilliant! Though," he paused for a moment, his grin faltering, "don't we need to brew a really difficult potion for that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yes, Prongslet, we do. I seem to recall brewing a Polyjuice potion at age twelve, do you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Sure, sure. Anything else important to talk about?" Hermione shook her head, but Neville hesitated for a moment. "Lynx?"

"Um," Harry and Hermione gave him supportive smiles and after a deep breath, he continued, "You competed in a Tournament that is for people that are of age. That means that magic could see you as a fully-grown wizard. We should go to Gringotts and find out. Only the purebloods know of the magical test, it isn't very well known. With it, the goblins can see if magic sees you as an adult or not, and you can also see how powerful your magic is." Harry grinned at the thought of being able to do magic outside of Hogwarts, and Hermione leaned forward, happily absorbing the new information.

"When should we do it?" Harry excitedly leaned forward. "I would love to see my family vault!"

Neville smiled, "We can go now."

"Honestly, now?" Hermione sighed and shook her head, as if exhausted with being friends with people who aren't as intelligent as her. Harry sighed silently, knowing that she would feel that way with anyone. Well, except if she was study buddies with the Dark Lord. He had brilliant test results! Probably even better than Hermione! "Can we at least have a good night's rest?"

"Dove!" he made the 'o' sound long as if whining to her. "I can't possibly sleep when knowing that I could do something so amazing as this! Just imagine! Doing magic outside of Hogwarts!" He grinned at just the thought of it.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but sighed, "Fine. Prongslet, go and get your school trunk. Lynx, go with him. I'll call the Knight Bus."

Harry grinned, "Thanks, Dove!" She sighed once more. "C'mon, Lynx!"

The two boys rushed to the Dursleys and Harry used his wordless and wandless magic to climb up the wall again. He turned to look outside of the window after he had climbed into Dudley's old second bedroom, and whispered, "Wandlessly open the door, please. I'll unlock my door and meet you there. Be silent. Please."

Neville nodded, though he looked very frightened at breaking into someone's house, even if they're as horrid as the Dursleys, but he did it anyway. Satisfied, Harry silently walked to Hedwig's perch and pointed to the open window. The intelligent owl nodded and flew outside before landing on Hermione's outstretched arm. Silently, Harry walked to the door and wandlessly and wordlessly opened his locked door. He crept in the shadows down the stairs, especially quiet as he stepped over the creaking step, and eventually, he made it downstairs. He walked to the front door and saw it closed with Neville sighing a breath of release at seeing him.

Harry pointed to the locked cupboard and with a silent wave of his hand, it opened without as much as a creak. Harry always did do the chores properly, even though he would much prefer to put potions into the food he makes for the Dursleys.

He and Neville pulled Harry's school trunk out, and met Hermione and Hedwig outside the door. Neville turned to close and lock the front door, and Harry stroked Hedwig lovingly.

Hermione stuck out her wand and the three friends boarded the Knight Bus. They made their way to London, and once they arrived, they thanked Stan Shunpike and raced into the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione stepped forward, since being a muggleborn witch, most people wouldn't recognise her, even if she was friends with the boy who lived. Harry and Neville would be more easily recognised, both for having aristocratic and pureblood faces, and Harry for being the Boy-Who-Lived, the fourteen-year old champion of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Hello, Tom," she greeted the man behind the bar, and she asked, "I'm just going to Diagon Alley, it's urgent."

The man nodded, and the three friends ran to the brick wall, and Hermione tapped the correct stone. They ran to Gringotts and were happy to see the building empty of human presence other than themselves.

Hermione stepped towards one of the goblins and was about to ask about Harry becoming emancipated when Harry noticed that it was the same one he met all the way back in his First Year. He stood in front of his friends and greeted the goblin, "Hello, Griphook!"

"Mr Potter," the goblin surprisingly stated, "I wasn't expecting for you to remember my name."

"Well, it's the polite thing to do, isn't it?" Harry smiled at them.

Hermione cleared her throat as an interruption and looked at the goblin, "Well, Griphook, we all wish to take an inheritance test, and Harry wishes to take a test to see if magic perceives him as an adult."

The goblin looked at Neville and the boy timidly told it, "The, um, the Crevit-Usque-Magicis Nito, please."

Hermione looked at Neville with awe, and the goblin smiled and nodded before saying, "Follow me," and he lead them to a private room. It was blank except for a table in the middle of the room, and a door at the back. "I will be back in a moment. I must collect the required object to do this rare test," and he walked out of the door at the back.

Harry looked at his two friends and smiled, "You guys are going to do it too, right? I want to see your magic levels."

Neville smiled and nodded his head slightly as Hermione grinned and nodded her head rapidly, wanting to see the test herself. The goblin walked back through the door towards them with a small glass orb in his hand, about the size of the palm of a hand. Griphook gave it to Harry and told him, "Put some of your magic into it. This test not only shows the age magic views them as, but shows how powerful a wizard is."

Harry nodded in thanks and pushed some magic into the little orb. He grinned as he felt his magic, it felt like a comforting fire; large and blazing freely inside of him. Harry looked at the orb as it glowed a deep black, as if it was a black hole sitting on his hand, and then surrounding the black was a dark rich green with a bright emerald green mixed in, probably from his elemental powers. Griphook and Neville gasped, and Hermione raised an eyebrow in interest. The orb eventually dimmed back to ordinary glass soon after. Harry looked up from the transparent glass to the other three beings in the room, "Was… was that a bad thing?"

"No. Merlin, it's the opposite!" Neville grinned at Harry in amazement, "This is incredible!" The goblin nodded silently, seemingly unaware of the world.

Harry looked to Neville and asked, "What did it mean? The colours?"

"The black means that magic sees you as an adult, which is good," Neville explained, and Harry nodded.

"And the two different greens?"

"Well, Mr Potter," the goblin began, taking over the conversation from Neville, "I've never heard of someone with two different colours of magic. It's quite unheard of." Griphook explained some more to Harry, "If it glows white, it means that magic views whoever that person is as a child, and black as an adult. The colours mean many different things. Each magical being has a different colour. The paler it is, the weaker the magic. You had an almost black green, and since you had two colours, that likely means that you are incredibly powerful."

"Wow," Harry breathed. He quickly recovered though, "You two can take the test now if you want."

Hermione quickly stepped forward, and Harry gave her the orb. She pushed some magic into it and a white gleamed at the centre. Surrounding the orb was a deep dark turquoise. There were no other colours, and Harry raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had two different colours when Hermione had her water elemental type. Was he really that powerful? Even if he was, he would make sure not to use that magic and power for bad.

Hermione narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at the glowing orb and Neville explained, "Magic views you as a child, and you're very, very powerful too." Now nervous, Neville grabbed the orb that Hermione handed to him and pushed his own magic into it.

In the centre, once more, was a shimmering white at the centre. Surrounding it was a dark orange, almost black-brown. Neville looked with shock at the orb, "I… I didn't th-think that I w-would even be that p-powerful."

Harry patted his back in support, "We just need to get you a new wand, Lynx, that's all. I always knew that you were stronger than other people thought." Hermione nodded in agreement, and Neville smiled happily at his two friends.

The goblin turned to Harry and informed him, "You now have full access to your family vaults and manors. There is no longer a Trace in your wand, and you are free to do magic outside of Hogwarts. This will be free as Mr Potter is the Black Heir, and you all did the test together. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, the inheritance tests," Harry responded, and the goblin nodded and went back through the back door and he quickly reappeared with three massive pieces of parchment and three knives. He gave each student a knife and a piece of parchment, and he explained what to do.

"You must drop three drops of blood onto the parchment for the past five hundred years, and another drop for every five hundred years you wish to go back. The initial three drops of blood and five hundred years will cost 100 Galleons, and every added drop of blood will be an extra 50," Griphook explained, and Harry and Neville quickly told Hermione that they could pay for her, to which she was embarrassedly grateful for.

Neville went first this time, and he dropped five drops of blood, to see back 1500 years of ancestors. The timid boy was very surprised when Griphook gaped at the results, as near the top of the parchment read: 'Helga Hufflepuff.' Neville nodded embarrassedly and told them, "Yeah, I'm related to Helga Hufflepuff."

"And it seems that you are the Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Hufflepuff, as well as Noble and Most Ancient House of Longbottom," the goblin informed the astonished boy. The goblin held out a ring with the Hufflepuff crest on it, and another ring that looked rather similar, but with some differences, and told the boy, "These are the Heir rings of Hufflepuff and Longbottom, you will wear them until you become a Lord of both Houses at age seventeen and wear the Lord rings."

Neville nodded in understanding and placed both of the rings on – the Longbottom one on his right ring finger, and the Hufflepuff one on his right middle finger – and Hermione quickly picked up her knife and dropped five drops of blood herself. She didn't want Harry and Neville to spend too much money on her, but Harry insisted that they all use five drops of blood. All of them were once again astonished at the name of 'Rowena Ravenclaw' near the top of the piece of parchment. The goblin handed Hermione the ring with the Ravenclaw crest, and she placed it on her right ring finger as Griphook told her the same things that he did for Neville.

Eventually, it was Harry's turn, and he dropped the five drops of blood onto his piece of parchment. When names such as 'Godric Gryffindor' and 'Ignotus Peverell' showed up, Harry knew that something was up.

A/N: The time travel won't happen until next chapter, as well as the different families that Harry is from, but it's kind of obvious. Sorry if any of you are disappointed, but don't worry, I'll post the next chapter soon, so at least you get that!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It took some brainstorming but I'm really excited for this story! I'm already in love with it! Oh, and also, this is obviously a Harry/Tom story, I love those! Anyways, see you next chapter!

Enjoy!