Spellbinding Sorcerer

by Mayumiofthecherokee

When Harry is whisked away from the Dursley's doorstep that fateful night unexpected things happen. He goes to an alternate reality and lives out his life before being returned to his own world to live. Harry decides to get down to business. Slash (My bad, I labeled it for another story... Ops?

1. Gringotts and Business

The Spellbinding Sorcerer

I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 01: Gringotts and Business

A confused Petunia Dursley looked around the front yard of her home, Number 4 Privet Drive. She had heard a knocking sound come from the door. This was after her husband had woke her up with his incessant snoring coupled with the fact that she was already a light sleeper thanks to her one year old son, Dudley.

She had been expecting, for some reason, to find a small bundle on her doorstep, something cheesy like an orphan left in her care. But it was not so, it must have just been the wind or something as normal as that.

She returned to her bed, beside her loving husband, and did not know that she had just missed her nephew being dropped into her care but a scant few moments.

She was not aware that the fate and destiny of the world had just been irrevocably altered by her not finding her late sister's one and only son on her doorstep. It would also be years before she finally learned of her sister's passing.

What did happen to her nephew was no longer her concern, nor was it ever her concern to begin with. Her very own sister had seen to that, unless of course, the Last Will and Testament of one Lily Potter nee Evans had not been followed to the letter, unless the wishes of the dead were not fulfilled. What a horrible thought, after all, one of the witnesses of the thing was one of the most prominent wizards in magical society, respected by quite a lot in all magical walks of life.

No. There was no way that one Albus Dumbledore would dare go against the last wishes of the dead. Why in the world would such a man, devoted to the Greater Good, dare to do such a thing? It wasn't like he had anything at all to gain from such an action anyway.

So what must have happened to little Harry Potter, how is it that instead of being found by his loving aunt he was just not there? Where had he gone, who or what had taken him away from a place that had protections over it placed there by the great and powerful Albus Dumbledore.

That was a question that one would have to ask if one knew of such strange circumstances. A baby dropped off on a doorstep on a cold November night, with nothing but a blanket to protect him from the cold and a basket to prevent him from wandering, suddenly vanishing without anyone being the wiser.

Where did he go, what happened to him? How strange it was that in the months and years to come, those that had left him there had not come to check up on him and his well being. They simply sat in their offices assuming that all was right in the world.

Where in the world did Harry Potter go? Well, nowhere in the world of his birth. Other forces were at work that night, other forces that didn't like the monotony of it all, forces that were a bit more mischievous than they let on.

There were five of them in total, each one in charge of a great scope or fifth of Imagination, which was what they called Everything and Nothing. One was in-charge of the realities or existences that dealt with anything that was normally linked to the Western World, another was in-charge of anything to do with the Eastern World (mostly existences or realities that had to do with anime most of the time apparently), and yet another was in-charge of everything in between. There were of course two others, one that presided over all the new Ideas that entered or became a part of Imagination in general, while the last one was in-charge of those that dealt with everything that exited imagination such as forgotten dreams or scrapped ideas.

It was these five that snatched little Harry Potter from the world of his birth and dumped him in a world similar to it, yet at the same time different from it.

What were the similarities? Well, for one thing, there was a dark lord that had been out for his hide and had done in his parents in the same manner that he had done in his own birth world. It was tragic, but necessary.

Another similarity was that he was dropped off at his relative's home on a cold November night.

That's where the similarities, that mattered, ended.

One main difference was that one of those that had dropped off the child had checked up on him to see how he was adapting to such a new environment, and what she saw caused her to perform an intervention where she got him out of there.

In reality, she didn't get to that Harry Potter in time, what she got out of the ordeal was the same body, but a different soul.

He grew up in a loving and caring environment, where his growth was encouraged and everything was done for him to be able to reach his full potential and possibly even go beyond even that. He was tutored by a regretful old man who had been the one that decided to go against his parent's wishes and place him where he had been rescued from.

He also had an uncle of sorts, the best friend of his late mother, who treated him fairly and made sure that he was more than prepared for the real world.

And what a world it was.

In it he found and experienced all that could be experienced, from long lasting friendships to deep seeded hatreds. He grew, went to the best of school, got the best of educations, went on the most spectacular adventures, while having a good amount of backup and many that not only believed in him, but also saw him for himself and not some title that the press had given him for history's documentation's sake.

He eventually finished schooling and went on to study a little bit more, that's what one ends up doing when one's performance receives praise instead of either loathing, disappointment, or scorn.

He even eventually found and fell in love, a beautiful and wonderful thing.

He experienced all that life could let him experience, including three wars that he personally participated in, and played major roles in. At the end of his days, in that life that he had been given through the decision of meddlesome higher powers, he was told the truth of his existence by a representative of the Five. Due to all that he had already experienced, and all that he was, he accepted it and was even ready to face whatever challenges awaited his already old soul.

He was prepared for his next great adventure, or at least what should have been his true first one.

With family and friends gathered around his death bed, not that it was much of a bed as he had requested that in his last moments he was to be placed on a hammock of all things to watch the sunset, he was told instead of him telling them to enjoy whatever happened afterward.

Just as the sun fell beyond the horizon and darkness covered the land, so did his eyelids in this life of his close over his still pulsating emerald orbs. The breath of life was not the only thing that escaped his lips one last time, but his soul as well.

The body he left behind glowed briefly, before lighting up the land and sky in a dazzling display of lights, the sheer amount of magic that had been held within it exploding forth and saturating the world in its power before it followed the soul that it had called master for these oh so many years.

Family and friend alike had borne witness to such a display, and wondered what else was in-store for this great person that had just passed on from their world to wherever the heck he was meant to go. He had after all told him that his next great adventure was not some afterlife, but a life before this one. He was an odd sort of soul apparently, one that did the reincarnation bit before actually dying it seemed.

Nothing truly was simple or common when it came to the life of Harry Potter.

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He remembered closing his eyes for the last time, or at least it should have been the last time had it not been for that mysterious visitor that had stopped time around them and informed him of his history and what was still expected of him. He didn't mind the added responsibility; he believed that the afterlife might be boring after all. So he agreed with what was supposed to happen to him, but extracted a favor of sorts as payment. He would be able to visit his family and friends in their own afterlives should he wish to do so, but only after he died a second time...or something like that.

He found himself in his hammock overlooking the sunrise this time instead of the setting sun. He was on his own property, one of the few that had survived the two wars that his parents had been unfortunate enough to have experienced.

Potter Manor, or Estate, was where he was at. It was where he chose to live his adult life, the life with his then and late wife, as well as, of course, with his children, their children, and their children's children.

It was a very familiar place to him, though he wondered when it was that he had returned to and why to that place of all places. Last he could recall of the place, if his guess of the time was right, was that it held only three elves within it, all of them in the process of dying due to lack of a connection with a living Potter. He had learned of this rather late in his teens and had regretted not asking his guardians about any properties, responsibilities, or duties that he might have held.

So without further ado, and also choosing not to think about why he still had his rather old, but still noble, looking body, he made his way into the manor. Once in the study, the one that the head of the family would use, he summoned the elves to him.

"By right of blood and magic, as the last scion of the line of Potter and Le Fey," he intoned, "I claim my I claim what is rightfully mine. I claim the position, rank, and title, of Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses of Potter and Le Fey. So mote it be, by the power of three times three, I invoke the ancient magics of my family."

There was no deafening crash of thunder or blinding flash of lightning, to signify that he had gained what he had hoped to gain. There was only the appearance of the Potter Lord's Ring on one of his fingers, resizing to fit it comfortably.

His three house elves appeared before him, each in a tea cozy, and each on their hands and knees. They were weak little things that were almost out of juice and sanity.

"As Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter and Le Fey I accept thee into my service," he recited the words that needed to be said to reconnect the elves to his line, "As the first bond was made to continue your existence in this world of life, so do I reaffirm your bond of service for magic and magic for service. Do you too accept this bond and reaffirm the oaths your ancestors spoke to mine own?"

"I do," each of the three house elves spoke as one, and so their bond was re-established.

Each of the elves glowed for a moment, signifying that their connection was reformed and reforged.

"I would have your names," he said to them.

"Master?" one of the elves said a question in his intelligent eyes.

"I am an OLD soul; I'm sure our bond tells you so," he told the elves, "I have seen much and I know more than I should. I also want your names.

"I...we..." the same elf said, not really knowing what to say or how to answer, "We know not our names, master...we...our memories of them..."

"I understand," Harry said, realizing that the strain of having to survive without a steady source of magic and sanity could have rid them of such a seemingly unimportant thing, "Then I shall name you as I see fit, but for the meantime I would have you return Potter Estate back to its former glory, purchase whatever materials or furniture are needed. I would have a home befitting my bloodline."

"As you wish, my master," each elf said, before vanishing as if they had never been kneeling before him.

He needed names for them, but that could wait, he had more pressing things to take care of, such as his finances, but even before that he needed to know the date.

"Tempus," he spoke the spell, not that he needed to as magic was magic and words were just an easier way of focusing a spell or the magic into doing what one wanted to be done.

A hazy apparition of the date and time according to the more modern calendar and clock appeared in front of him. The time itself did not matter, it was the date that did.

The date told him that he should have been 5 years old, to the day.

This brought about a little problem, as he just realized. He had claimed his birthright, but it would be rather suspicious if he came out into the public as he was and with his name, far too many questions would be asked, with answers that were equally as problematic.

Luckily he had a solution, one that boggled even his mind a little bit.

It was combination of alchemy, necromancy, and that vile creation of a Greek wizard known as Horcruxes, soul jars. He hated the vile things with a passion, especially after he had to off two dark lord that used them, one sparingly the other had spliced his soul so much that it wasn't that surprising that he had kept the title of darkest dark lord ever.

He created a clone of himself, a clone that served as a mere extension of himself. They were one and the same person, but with two bodies. This was in a sense, borrowing a concept from an entirely different reality from his own. In his past life one of his descendants had grown addicted to something called manga, and there was one that starred a blonde savant of sorts, one of the villains had more than one body, but just one soul and mind.

It was that technique that he borrowed his idea from, and managed to successfully perform it seemed as the little 5 year old version of himself looked up at him.

It would complicate things he was rather sure, but it didn't matter, at least he could claim that he was a Potter now and that he had gained custody of Harry Potter fairly recently too.

He had enough magic in him not to need a wand, staff, words, or hand gestures, magic was simply magic when it came to him. This was how he managed to get all the documents in order and buried them all under piles upon piles of paperwork that it would take a rather large amount of time to sift through and find them all. But everything would make whatever he said true in the eyes of the law and magic, the magic part was the more important of the two really.

But just to be sure, he registered himself as having the name Harold Jason Potter, with the alias of Harry Jason Potter, and Harry James Potter as having the alias of Harold James Potter.

Old Harry would be Harold and young Harry would be Harry. It was that simple and he made sure that there was enough paperwork to prove the authenticity of his claims, and if that didn't work, he had a feeling that he could swear a bunch of oaths that no one would be able to refute.

He conjured some clothes for himself and his younger self, robes befitting their stations, which was basically Lord and Heir, both of which were the same thing since it was him. While there would be some people that would wonder how he came to be the Lord Potter, there would be others that would be far more understanding as neither Fleamont and James Potter had ever been seen wearing the Lord's Ring in their entire lives, Dumbledore had never seen anyone wear the ring either for that matter. No Potter had dared to try the ring on for size, fearing that they were unworthy of the ring and the true Headship. But not Harry, he wasn't normal to begin with and so the ring and whatever it entailed would not really be a problem for him.

After all, based on his past experiences, there was nothing to fear, it was all one big prank from a distant ancestor on his descendants.

Thus his wearing the ring would mean that it was entirely possible for there to be some secret branch of the Potter family that had been hidden until recently.

Family secrets were secrets for a reason or something like that. There would never really be a way to prove otherwise.

Since he had all the knowledge needed regarding the Horcruxes of the self-styled Dark Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle had never actually claimed the lordship of Slytherin, not that he would be able to claim it due to the strict requirements of the heritage.

That and Harry had a plan for that too...

"I, Harry James Potter, by right of conquest, hereby claim the heritage of my defeated foe Tom Marvolo Riddle, last of the true line of Gaunt, and Ambrosius, and all that such entails," Harry intoned as he was about to leave the Manor with his 5 year old self in tow.

Just as when he claimed his birthright, only the appearance of a ring signified that something had happened. This one appearing on the same finger as his Potter ring, but instead of resizing to fit or something like that, it merged with the Potter ring, becoming a new ring, until such a time that they would be needed to split up.

There had been a curse on the ring, or the stone embedded in the ring, but it had been forcibly removed by the family magics and the unique properties of the stone when Harry claimed the heritage that came with it as his own.

It was moments later that he and himself arrived within one of the Le Fey properties in Knockturn Alley.

The Le Fey heritage actually came with the Potter heritage; it was through his Le Fey blood that there was magic in his family.

The wife of Ignotus Peverell was Morgan Le Fey herself, and somewhere down the line one of their true descendants and heirs chose the public name of Godric Gryffindor, whose children went on to use the name Potter.

What he found rather interesting was that Salazar Slytherin the most famous of the known Gaunts was actually the grandson of Myrrdin Emrys, or more commonly known as Merlin Ambrosius. He wondered what the Light side would think about that bit of fact.

Since he and his clone were one and the same, just with two bodies, he could leave himself to prepare the Knockturn Alley place into more suitable and comfortable residence or potential place of business. He had, after all, quite a lot of experience in many fields up his sleeves that he could put to some use in making the vast Potter fortune even vaster, the Le Fey fortune was kept separate due to some prenuptial agreements. The Ambrosius side of things had some different stipulations as to why Salazar's line didn't have instant access to such a treasure trove of more than coin or knowledge.

Harry chose to remain, it was better to pretend to be two separate people than proceed as one after all, to secure and clean up the property. Harold was to charge into Gringotts to gain all that was his and maybe add to it by using an ancient law to claim other vaults as his own.

He strides down the street calmly before turning onto Diagon Alley. Continuing up the street he goes to Gringotts and walks inside of the building. Walking up to the counter he bases his hand showing them the Potter Lord Ring and speaks fluent Gobbledygook. "May the Miner makes you fortunate and grows your fortune, as the Healer keeps you and yours happy and healthy, and the Warrior keeps you safe and strong, Honorable Goblin Teller. I would like to speak with my accountant, please." All of the goblins in the room turn to him with surprise obvious on their faces.

The goblin nearest him, whom he spoke to, quickly closes his own desk down as he replies. "I wish that your blessing be returned to you thrice fold. I would be delighted to escort such a respectful customer. Night teller shifts are usually boring but you have just made this one of the most if not the most interesting nights I have worked as a teller. May I have your name, Honorable Human Lord?" The goblin begins leading him through a nearby tunnel and Harold softly grins at him.

"I am Harold Jason Potter. I assume that you are leading me to speak with Director Ragnok about Albus Dumbledore's thefts from my Heir's vault and the family vault? If not I would pay you a bonus from my account to schedule an appointment to speak with him while helping me chose a professional business goblin to act as my accountant while helping me start a few businesses. I have a few in mind and I wanted to run the ideas through him for a little feedback. Or if possible I would like to have a contest between a few while giving them a week to think of huge business endeavors. Whoever picks ones I like will be hired by the family. Thankfully I have enough to hire several but with as much money as these plans will bring to the family of mine and their creator I believe that it will be exceptionally beneficial. Do you think a contest with up to five or more winners would be a good start?" The goblin almost trips at being asked for his opinion and slows a little so the two may talk reasonably.

"Well, from what knowledge I have gathered with the Potter name being so famous right now people would line up in the hundreds for any endeavor from the family. With you having the reasonable attribute of knowing and using Goblin Etiquette then I believe that many would be more than willing to work with you and would rush to try to get hired by your family. In case you didn't know Goblins like any endeavors they create that are used by humans to have the profit split evenly according to how many ideas and edits each member proposes." Harold hums thoughtfully as they stride past a hallway and toward an area with a few more goblins according to his senses that he is letting out.

The semi sentient walls of the bank reach out to him questioningly and Harry mentally pauses. The bank shows him an image of a possible contract that he can provide with each contestant. With as many ideas he has he might need those contracts printed soon. Sending the walls an image of the Automatic Duplicating Quill writing a draft he shows himself in the room it is used in. The bank gives him an affirmative as the walls in front of them shifts for some reason as a new path is laid before them.

Whistling sharply Harold comments as he gently pats the walls as a few startled goblins begin searching the paths. "Sorry, I mentally spoke with the semi sentient walls and they showed me an Automatic Duplicating Quill and I showed it an image of me being in the room as it wrote. I guess it wants me to hurry up. I swear upon my magic that I just told the truth without lying. So Mote It Be, Lumos." raising his palm a bright light appears glowing a neon green and the rest of the goblins grumble as Harry touches the wall and sends it a plea. The walls shift a little leaving several openings for them to continue on their way. Harry follows the goblin leading him to an office door across from the last of the tunnel the walls created. The tunnel shifts until it is no more as the goblin knocks on the door. The two of them stride into the Potter Family Accountant's Office to find an old worn goblin sitting in the chair. He was sitting there as if hypnotized. Harry builds his power for several minutes drawing the attention of more than a few goblin guards. Finally he points at the goblin and shouts, "FINITE INCANTUM!"

A shockwave bursts through the room and the goblin jumps as if finally free before he looks at Harold. "Where is Dumbledore? I'll kill him for using the Imperious Curse on me!" The goblin growls as he tries to stand only to still at the sight of Harold's Lord Ring.

"May the Miner bring you good fortune and wealth while the Healer brings you health and delight, and the Warrior keeps you fighting strong and combat ready. I am Lord Harold Jason Potter and I have come for a meeting. I was going to fire you but now I cannot as you were not you at the time you gave away my money. Therefore all is forgiven on one condition." The goblin leans forward with interest as the few goblin guards watching started to disperse as there was no intruder like they thought.

"As I cannot have my honor fail me I will relent to the condition without any of my own." Harold frowns as he realizes what he is thinking and sighs deeply. No way am I going to kill him off; that would be stupid...

"I know that you are old and wise. Therefore you should be able to find way to legally steal from many of the death eater families and a few legal ways to steal from those who stole from me. I want their Wizengamot Seat, their valuables, their heirlooms, and their money along with anything of notice. If you help me get these things then you will be forgiven." The goblin pauses as he sees what he means and nods to him. The goblin bows his head to Harold out of respect and admiration.

"I am grateful; however, if such is done I feel that my debt would not be fulfilled. Is there anything else that I may do to aid you, anything at all?" Harold frowns before it clicks in his mind. Humming thoughtfully at the idea of such an offer he ponders about what he would need. Snapping his fingers he sits down in his chair that was in front of the desk.

Clasping his hands together he looks at the goblin pointedly as he begins explaining his idea to him. "I am aware that there are several hundred house elves that are being mistreated. I am and have always been considerate of these minorities. If you can draw up several plans to help these beings in a program I would be thankful. If any other goblin assists you with the preparations for these plans then they will be paid. For now I want a 'fostering' program where elves can be cared for by the everyday people. Do you have any ideas so far?"

The goblin hums thoughtfully as he pulls a few sheets of parchment out of his spare drawer. Quickly titling the page he ponders it silently. "First of all, there is a possibility that you own a house elf farm that breeds these little things. Secondly, if we had fosters then we would have to have them sign a contract with a blood quill to ensure proper treatment of the elves. Besides that there is an assortment of items that they can craft such as potions or other things for enchantments. And they can gather and breed plants used in herbology and potions. And they can raise certain magical creatures that can have parts harvested for potions ingredients. Do you think this is wise?" Harold curtly nods to him as he clears his throat getting the goblin's attention.

"If you do not mind I would appreciate it if we could take care of business first. Such as an inheritance test, a conquest test, and an abilities test. There are others that I might like such as a Merlin Scale Test and a Linage test to trace my ancestry." The goblin nods to him curtly with understanding in his eyes. Placing the sheet of parchment to the side he pulls out the five tests. Pulling out a goblin ritual blade the goblin Harold recognizes as Lurnott pushes the six items over to him.

Cutting deeply into his palm Harold ignores the pain. Then he dribbles blood onto each of the five testing scrolls. His hand heals automatically due to the ritual blade's magic. Once the first one is complete Harold uncoils it to find his Merlin Scale Test.

Merlin Scale

Name: Harold Jason Potter

Rank: Sorcerer (Mage 1st Rank)

Merlin Scale (BMM): 9148

Merlin Scale (AMM): est. 30,198

Harold pushes that test to Lurnott for record keeping. Pulling the second to complete parchment over to him he sees that it is the abilities test.

Harold Jason Potter's Abilities Test:

Affinities:

Wind

Earth

Water

Crystal

Ice

Inherited Abilities:

Wandless Aptitude

Soundless Aptitude

Magus Sight

Nature Manipulation

Accelerated Healing

Runes Adept

Arithmancy Adept

Extremely Large Reserves/Magic core

Extreme Longevity

Potent Magic

Unnamed yet Potent bonding ability

Classification:

Sage

Sensor

Archmagus Supreme

Harold sighs at the ability test as nothing he didn't expect appeared upon the file. Handing it back to the goblin he pulls out his next test to find that there is way too many lineages to his name. He looks it over and shows it to the goblin, Lurnott he believed the old one is called. "I want all of the things in these vaults combined into a new vault. If possible combine the money into one vault, the books into another, the potions related into yet another and weaponry into one of the last. Besides that I want the things pertaining to family history, such a journals from ancestors, to be gathered into a trunk and brought to me. I believe that in the Potter vault there is also a very special trunk that has a mind reading button on the side. I want it brought to me along with any others having the same ability to read minds and gather the things thought of. Besides that I want the Instant Seamstress brought out of the Gryffindor Vault and placed inside of the trunk as a matchbox. Understand?" Lurnott nods as he makes notice of the order. Since the vault will be more than just the vaults that cannot be combined they should be able to combine under a new name.

"I see. However, to combine some of them you should change the family name you and Heir Potter have. If you do that we will be able to combine all the vaults as there is no contract restricting such being merged under a new name. Maybe Patterson would be a fine name to merge them under. It would also disguise you from Dumbledore when he tries to control your life again. If you also agree to it we can use human transfiguration to change your looks and use a permanency potion to make it stick to make it even harder for him to find you and Heir Potter." Harold hums thoughtfully as he ponders it. After a few brief moments he shakes his head.

"Thank you for the transfiguration consideration but I know that we will be able to handle ourselves if he does try to control us through any means. As for the family name being changed… I think it will do nicely. Set Evans as our primary family name please. Now if we can get down to business so that the main things are take care of." Lurnott nods deeply to him as they begin working on a few things.