HARRY POTTER AND THE WARRIORS PATH
Disclaimer: Everything I do is based on the works of J.K. Rowling. I do not own any characters, Themes, Etc. Everything I do is for pure entertainment.
Chapter One: The Letter and The Plan
Young Harry Potter of Number Four Little Whinging, Surrey sat alone in his room. It was late at night, darkening the room where the teen sat with tears rolling down his face like little rivers. The moonlight shown on him as he sat there, completely silent, not letting anyone know his pain.
He clutched a smudged tear stained letter in his hands. He had lost his Godfather only a week before and had been denying it, knowing that it was his fault. Sirius Black was dead, and he had no one to blame but himself. The letter in his hands had beautiful writing upon it that read:
To Mr. Harry James Potter,
Due to the Loss of Lord Sirius Black, of the Ancient and most Noble House of black we wish for you to attend the will reading tomorrow morning at 9am.
With our condolences,
Bloodrock
Gringotts Testament office
Harry sat for a few more moments in the Darkness, remembering how they had charged against one of the most powerful wizards in the world and his followers on a ruse. The cost was a good man's life. Slowly he stood and made his way over towards his trunk. Reaching into his trunk he pulled out one of the most powerful objects a person could have in the wizarding world, a ring. This wasn't a normal ring though. It was a ring that showed he was the Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Baron of Gryffindor to Her Majesty's crown.
One of the greatest things that Sirius had done was tell Harry about his Family, everything about his Family. He had snuck out Harry out from under Dumbledores nose and had taken him to Gringotts. No one knew that he was emancipated. No one knew he held a seat on the Wizenmagot. No one knew he had a position in the muggle world as the last Baron of Gryffindor was held by Godric's son himself.
Harry had a plan. He was going to fight Voldemort as the prophesy had foretold, but he was going to do it his way. It was time For Harry Potter, the boy who lived to become, Lord Harold James Potter, Baron of Gryffindor, and The man who won.
Harry awoke the next morning with the sun shining in his face. He was tired since he had only gotten three hours of sleep but climbed out of bed anyways. Quietly making his way down the hall to avoid waking his relatives, Harry hopped into the shower instantly waking him up. He shaved, brushed his teeth and dressed in the robes he had ordered under the old man's nose. Looking up into the mirror he had to admit he looked good. Black robes Bearing the Potter Crest, and the crest marking him as the Baron of Gryffindor were outlined in silver on his chest. He had black dress pants and shoes with a white collared button up. He moved to his room and grabbed a folder off of his desk that was stuffed with documents. Looking at his watch he realized if he was going to make the will reading he would have to leave now. He glanced one last time around the room before disappearing with a pop.
Albus Dumbledore was an old man, He had fought in two wars and nothing could say he was anything but old. His silver Beard stretched down to the belt of his Light purple robes, with twinkling grandfatherly contemplation he surveyed the room with his blue eyes. The Old man's eyes settled on the Weasley Family first. Arthur and Molly were loyal supporters of the man though Arthur knew nothing of his cunning. They were accompanied by their children; A surly Ron who wanted more sleep, the twins who were master pranksters, and Ginny the only girl of the family. Next was the brightest witch of her age, Hermione granger who sat looking for her best friend. It was unfortunate that he wouldn't be attending, but he could not allow it. Last was the Auror Tonks who was looking quite somber. It was a surprise that Remis Lupin was not there but was told he will receive his portion later.
He was quite happy that Harry would not be here. The poor boy was not ready for the power that his family would give him. It was better that he stayed under Dumbledore's control until he was more emotionally stable.
In walked a Goblin with a small orb in his hand, not unlike a glowing crystal ball. It was the last will and testament of the late Sirius. "We are about to begin" came the voice of the Goblin so silently that they barely heard it. "My name is Bloodrock and I will be authenticating this reading, for…" He was cut of suddenly as the door opened and Harry Potter stepped in all his glory to the room. "Ahh Lord Potter, glad you could make it; we were just about to begin…"
Harry calmly looked around the room before he spoke, everyone was silent in shock at his appearance. "Thank you Bloodrock" said Harry, his voice light, "May your gold flow everlasting and bring you great riches". He then nodded to the twins as he made his way to his seat. He had barely made it three steps before the headmaster had overcome the shock. "Mr. Potter, Harry, what are you doing outside of the wards, can't you see you put not only others, but yourself in danger?" Dumbledore said quickly while thinking of a way to have the boy leave.
Harry looked to the professor with slightly narrowed eyes. "Professor you do realize not only is this my Godfather's will and I was invited to attend, but also the robes I am wearing, you will address me by my title. If you have any problems with this you can take it up with me when my business has finished."
Holding up a hand at the professor's reply he moved and took his seat nearest the orb. Bloodrock seeing that the slight confrontation was finished moved to begin. "Now to those who do not know, a will left by a wizard is the same as a wizarding painting, the difference is it can only stay active while in this room and for this once." He glanced around the room. "Alkhalaac kuur ran" (Awaken Lord Black) came Bloodrock's voice in his native tongue.
The orb glowed and the chair next to Harry that had been empty appeared a colored ghostly replica of Sirius. He looked around the room joyously as he saw everyone there. "So I've kicked the can huh?" came Sirius's ringing bark of a voice. He smiled, "unfortunately I won't be here long so let's take care of this quickly. To the Weasley family I leave ten thousand Galleons. To the twins I leave specifically another Ten thousand to help their business." He laughed as he saw the looks on their faces. "To Miss Granger I leave my entire Library and Ten thousand Galleons, Be sure to get a great many books Hermione. To Remus Lupin…" The ghostly image looked around quickly not spotting his longtime friend to be spoken to by the headmaster. "He's on order business unfortunately Sirius, He had left before we received notice." Nodding he looked over to Bloodrock who he knew would pass it along. "Alright then, now miss Tonks, my favorite cousin. I leave you ten thousand galleons as well but I also, with the power of the Head of the family, return you and your mother to the house of Black." Tonks looked up in shock, tears coming from her eyes. He then turned his head to Harry.
"Pup, I'll miss you. I wish I was solid to give you a hug and comfort you but this is all I can do." He stood "As Lord of the most Ancient and Noble house of Black, I Lord Sirius Black do hereby release to Lord Harold James Potter, the most Noble and Ancient house of Potter, Baron of Gryffindor all holdings to said lord and pronounce him my heir and new head of family." He looked to Harry. "I know we had talked about it before but you know what to do." Harry nodded and stood silently. "Bloodrock I wish to speak to my account manager."
"Of course Lord" Potter-Black" said Bloodrock, leading Harry from the room.
"Harry Wait!" Cried Dumbledore trying to keep him from getting away, this could not have happened. He was not supposed to have this power; he was too young, too temperamental. But the response he got is what shocked him more than anyone else in the room. "I'm done being your pawn, me and Sirius had something planned if he was to fall and I am honoring it." He then turned and stepped from the room.
He followed Bloodrock down the Halls of Gringotts, the wizard bank, admiring the architecture of the Goblin race. They had beautiful craftsmanship. "We have arrived my lord" came the whisper of Bloodrock. "Thank you my friend, May your enemies fall to your gracefulness in battle" replied Harry giving a light bow. "To you as well my lord, May the Dark and the light fall to your nobleness of battle." He then turned from the young Lord and made his way down the hall. Harry knocked lightly on the ornate door which read:
Master Goblin Griphook
Accounting Manager, holder of vaults 650-712
"Come in" came the deeper voice from inside. Opening the door Harry stepped into the office of his account manager. He spotted many books and files within the office as well as a plaque that he'd seen on the outside of the bank.
"Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there."
"Ahh Lord Potter-Black, How may I be of service today, please, take a seat" said the goblin motioning to the rather comfortable looking chair across from his desk. Sitting down himself Harry sat. Composing himself for a moment he looked towards Griphook. "Master Goblin Griphook, I have seen a great many things in my young life. You say you value warriors, I prove to you I am one. I took the life of a professor when I was eleven years old. I have fought a legendary basilisk when I was twelve as well as battling the Brood of Aragog. I have faced hundreds of Dementors when I was thirteen. And I have faced the Dark Lord Voldemort and his men for the last two years. I am the youngest warrior of my race and have emerged victorious every time, but I grow tired of saving a world that will not support me, dancing to the strings of a puppet master that wishes to control me. I have before you the efforts of myself and the late Sirius Black. We had known this might happen one day and I am to move against the dark. But I am also going to move against the light. I know the Gringotts can get ahold of the right people for me. I wish to meet with a member of the Government in the muggle world. I wish to add to the three sides of this war that is now starting."
Harry took a breath, it was a rather large rant and it took him a moment to regain himself as he had slammed his hands on Griphook's desk during his speech. Looking up he noticed that Griphook had an odd look in his eyes. " Lord Potter-Black, you have not only impressed me with your passion for this but have made me come to respect you greatly, If possible I can have a meeting set up within the hour, I you wish you may remain here, you may move to the conference room directly across the hall. I will send someone with Tea for you, how does that sound?" Harry nodded giving his consent. "That would be fine thank you. If possible I would like you to remain for the meeting. Not only do I trust you but I may have a few financial details I might have to have taken care of."
"Of course Lord Potter-Black" He replied.
"Just Harry is fine" came Harry's Voice as he moved from the room. When the door closed Master Goblin Griphook moved from his desk and spoke to himself. "We make war so that we can live in peace". Moving to the door he thought 'Young Mr. Potter, I Expect great things from you.' He had to hurry; there was a meeting to set up.