Harry Potter and the Royalty of Hogwarts: Chapter 1
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own Harry Potter.
Summary: After the events of the ministry and his fifth year, Harry finds out about a long lost secret which will lead him on a quest connected to the house of the Ravenclaw.
Rating: T
Warnings: Dumbledore, Ron and Ginny Bashing. This story is an AU fic so they will be changes.
Pairings:Unknown (choices will appear later)
Author name: BlazeDragon86
Chapter Title: Revelations
The students filed into the class and looked at the woman that sat before them. Their Professor turned and looked at all of them before smiling ever so slightly.
"Who is going to die?" she said in a clear voice.
A girl in the front row raised her hand.
"How did you know?"
"You are just after Divination, I know because I am your head of House and since you have been so curious about the past I think the prediction was meant to scare you."
"But Professor all we want to know is about the Lord and Ladies of our own house," said a young boy sitting next to the predicted dead.
"I guess that is reasonable," replied the professor.
"You mean you will tell us?"
"Since we are not going to work until you hear it, I want no arguments to extra lessons this weekend."
The whole class nodded.
"Be glad you have no other classes and I have plenty of time to tell my tale."
Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, looked out the car window as he was taken back to what he would call hell. He did not hide the fact that he hated his relatives and wished he didn't have to go back but he did believe that Privet Drive was his home.
"Boy, I want you to understand that we don't want you near us this summer so you will stay in your room," snapped Uncle Vernon.
Harry simple nodded, not trusting himself to speak. You would think that his relatives would care that their nephew seemed different, but in reality, they didn't and over the next two weeks they showed it. Vernon Dursley had to admit that he had attempted to beat or bully the magic out of Harry Potter but it had never worked and every year his perfect household was disturbed by his nephew's freakiness. He had no idea of what Harry had become since he was aged eleven.
He had battled the Dark Lord on four occasions and survived, killed a Balalisk, defended his godfather from a large number of Dementors, competed in the Triwizard tournament and led his friends successfully through the Department of Mysteries. If you thought that was amazing, wait till you find out there's more. He did all this and still managed to pass his exams for two years of his schooling (he was excused in his fourth year because he was a Triwizard champion and in his second year they were cancelled).
Harry thought that his friends hated him because most of them got hurt by his decision to rescue his godfather only to have to watch him get killed by his close cousin who was a few sandwiches short of a picnic. He received several owls from his friends and they more or less said the exact same thing. That their wounds were healing and that it wasn't his fault. Harry wished he could believe this and take some sort of comfort but he knew three things,
That he should have listened to his best friend Hermione Granger.
That he should have worked with Professor Snape, his least favourite teacher, to learn Occulmency.
If he had never gone to the DOM, Sirius would be alive.
He had gotten into a routine that he did some light work in the morning like sit ups, push ups and a little jogging. As he was under house arrest, so to speak, he started his summer school work so that if he got into his classes, hopefully he would understand them better. He had just finished his morning workout on the 20th of July when a brown owl came in with a letter. Harry, not recognising the owl, released it from its burden.
Dear Mr Potter,
In a recent event, we at Gringotts offer our condolences at the loss of one Sirius Black. In the years since his escape, his will has been updated and he requests that you attend his will reading on the 30th July. I wish that I could say more but the details must wait until the given date. If you have difficulties, as we are unaware of your current location, To call for assistance, please tap the parchment and call for the name of the goblin you desire. I hope to see you, along with the Director of Gringotts Ragnork, on the 30th at 09.30 for the unfortunate will reading
Smacknax (Head of Will Department)
Gripax (Black family Goblin)
Harry was unsure what to make of this letter but decided that he would have to tell the Headmaster at once. He knew that was what Hermione would want him to do, so he sat down to write his letter.
Professor Dumbledore,
I have just received word from Gringotts that Sirius' will reading is scheduled for the 30th. I was wondering why you didn't tell me and how you were going to organize my inheritance form Sirius
Harry Potter
Harry had sent Hedwig with his letter to Dumbledore and hoped that he would be able to attend. He started on his school work for that day and after he had finished what he wanted to do for the day, he thought that he would surprise his relatives by going down to look at his aunt.
"What do you want freak?" she shrieked.
"I was wondering if there is anything that I can do to help you."
She, strangely enough, took a piece of paper and a pen and began writing. When she had finished, she handed him a list of chores. Harry found most of them enjoyable because it was a distraction from the will reading and whether or not he would be able to go.
The next day Harry received a reply from his headmaster.
Harry
I know you would like to attend this event but it is unwise at the present time. Your inheritance can wait so that you can enjoy it. I will contact the goblins on your behalf and state the same. Further more I have thought deeply into whether you should leave your relatives at all this summer, I have yet to reach a decision but I will let you know when I have.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Harry was unsure what he could say on this. Part of him knew that it was wise for him not to attend and another was very close to angry on the fact that he would have to stay here all summer. He reached for the parchment from the goblins and said out loud
"Griphook and Gripax!"
A moment later there was a loud crash as two goblins appeared in suits.
"Mr Potter, it is nice to see you though I am surprised that you asked for two goblins," said the one to the left.
"I'm afraid I have little knowledge of your customs and needed a second opinion. I chose Griphook because he was the one that first took me to my vault."
Griphook looked shocked that Harry had remembered his service from that many years ago.
"I must admit Mr Potter you have chosen wisely. If it were anyone but my cousin Griphook I would be ashamed and embarrassed."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to."
Griphook stepped forward, "Mr Potter if I may explain…"
Harry nodded his head.
"As you know, Gripax is the family goblin for the house of black. If you had chosen anyone but close kin, it would have looked bad because he was not up to his duties or that was what we goblins would believe."
"Thank you Griphook" answered Harry with a slight smile "I hope, for Gripax's sake, that you will be able to serve the noblest House of Black for a long time"
Gripax and Griphook bowed at the statement.
"It seems as if the headmaster wishes to keep me here so I can't in good graces come to the reading," he stated, handing the two goblins the note he received.
"Mr Potter, how he can make these decisions surprises me. I would have thought that your godfather should be making these decisions" said Gripax.
Harry looked at the goblin. "Sirius Black was my godfather and he is, as you know, dead."
Griphook jumped in, "In muggle Christenings, there is only one of each in a few rare occasions there is more than one. However, in wizard law, there must always be at least two godfathers and godmothers."
"So this other godfather is my guardian."
Gripax nodded.
"On death of your first godfather, the responsibilities go over to the second one."
They heard a crash.
"For goodness sake!" said a familiar voice.
Harry rushed down to see his old defence teacher, Professor Lupin. He looked a little less shabby. His hair had been cut and nested neatly and he wore what looked like new robes. He was hanging onto a woman who had brown hair today which wasn't like her. His eyes noted that Dudley and his aunt quivered in front of a young man who stood with an elderly lady wearing a sun dress and had her brown hair tied neatly into a bow.
"Oh yes, just like James… except those eyes. You know you have your mother's eyes, don't you boy?" said the lady, examining him.
"Mother!" came the sharp reply from the man who had not taken his eyes off the Dursleys.
"Since when did you travel with goblins, Harry, especially Gripax and Griphook?" he asked.
Harry was as shocked as the goblins.
"I was going to arrange something about the will reading."
"You thought that since Dumbledore had declared it, you would not attend?" inquired the man, who then looked at him.
He had a round face with a chin at the bottom. His black hair was cut neatly and it showed. The feature that amazed Harry was that this man's eyes, he could swear, were sky blue. They shone at him.
"Whotcher Harry," said Tonks.
"Oh yeah I did, I guess" he replied.
"Go and pack," he said calmly to Harry before turning to the goblins. "I believe that since Harry trusts you, you will be in attendance at the reading."
The goblins nodded before they popped away.
Harry had packed his things, including his completed work for the summer under the watchful eyes of his owl Hedwig.
"Smart owl you have there," said the man as he entered.
He went over and looked into Hedwig's eyes and then let her out the window.
"She will be there when we get to our destination."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your godfather, Harry. Deacon is the name, Deacon Knight," he replied.