Chapter 2: Uneasiness

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Potter, we have been expecting you."

Upon hearing that raspy, elderly voice, Harry relaxed his neck to lower his eyes to the source, and unsurprisingly, a pair of steely, black orbs met the gaze. In his mind, Harry made a mental note of the goblin's stature before him. Dressed in a traditional suit of appropriate size, this small creature has an air of familiarity about him: "Must be that large-crooked nose, " Harry thought to himself.

"Good Afternoon to you too, Griphook, I do hope you have been making abundance of wealth," Harry greeted back.

The goblin, whose name is Griphook, looked gobsmacked. Mouth ajar, he blinked. Blinked again- and again.

Griphook was flabbergasted because no one of wizard heritage had ever politely greeted a goblin before.

"Yes, I have been procuring my fortune," Griphook replies, after recovering composure by staging the infamous wrinkly, Goblin smirk. Griphook looked thoughtful for a second before starting again with a calculating face, re-evaluating the small scrawny boy had he met five years ago.

"You are a strange wizard, Mr. Potter. Gringotts have thousands of goblins, and we know firsthand how forgetful wizards can be with each goblin face. And yet, you remember me whom you have not seen for five years. "

Harry smiled a little more before saying, "Well, you are not too easy to forget since you were the first magical being I had ever met when I first learned of my heritage."

"Yes, and what an unusual heritage you possess too." Griphook drawled out while putting his long, bony finger beneath his pointy chin. After what seemed like the most awkward pause in history, he resumed his professional demeanor and formally stated, "LordRagnok has been expecting you. Please follow me."

Griphook turned to guide Harry through the throng of scurrying goblins and sauntering pure-bloods, the former eyed Harry with cautious curiosity while the latter with distaste for his muggle clothing.

Harry's POV

Griphook led me into another room with a huge medieval chandelier hanging over in the high ceiling. The room was decorated with such splendor that made me wonder how the Buckingham Palace could top this. The finish of every armchair, desk, and doorknob were coated with solid, ornate gold, if not golden glitters. In the middle of my 360 degree scrutiny of the room around me, I spied a single large mahogany desk in the middle of the room. Like a scene from Alice in Wonderland, a small goblin with a slightly less crooked nose sat atop a huge, posh chair there, scratching away with a peacock quill as the feather flutter with every dot and flourish.

"Lord Ragnok, Mister Harry James Potter has come to discuss his heritage and inheritances," Griphook announced with every ounce of dignity he could muster.

The goblin whom I believe to be Ragnok, the one who sent me the letter, finally looked up and a devious ominously graced his ancient, nefarious face.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Potter, I have been expecting you. Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable because I am afraid we will be in here for a long time." Ragnok said amicably.

I chose the velvet chair in front of the mahogany desk and stowed my cloak away, revealing a tuft of the un-tameable Potter black hair and a pair of blazing emerald eyes.

"Now, let's get down to business, as the muggles put it." Ragnok pulled a large green file from a nearby pile and started to thumb through it.

I looked around the desk and saw a tray with different colors of liquids in small elegant vials. There were also some biscuits with other typical refreshments beside those vials.

I pointed to the vials with ghostly swirls of rainbow-like colors inside and asked, "What are those liquids?".

Ragnok looked up from his browsing and answered casually, "Oh, those are just an assortment of Calming Draughts, Cheering Biscuits, and Dreamless Draughts that we offer our clients, in case they need it."

"Why would we need it, I mean, am I going to go into shock sometime during this meeting?"

"Oh, I don't know. Some people don't need them, but we just have them here for precautions," Ragnok said with undisguisable smirk etched across his face.

A sense of déjà vu started to form inside of me as I sat there waiting for Ragnok to reveal my heritage. One that will change not just my life but also my identity.

Chapter Three- Revealed heritage and Unveiled Malice

" Now, Mr. Potter, it has come to our attention you haven't been responding to our monthly plea for you to claim your black inheritance since the passing of your late Godfather, Sirius Black," Ragnok stated as he clasp his pointy and wrinkly fingers together into a fist and put them before him on the desk.

" My inheritance? What do you mean by my inheritance." Harry said, with eyes bulging out of his eye sockets like a goldfish. "I didn't know I have any inheritance, let alone one that belongs to the Black family." He childishly questioned the goblin, as if his question is a sophisticated one.

Ragnok stared at him for some time, the same black beady eyes meeting clouded emerald ones. After a minute of staring contest, Ragnok sighed and said " It seems that our suspicion is correct. You have not been receiving the monthly statements we have sent you, have you ?"

"What monthly statements?" Harry queried. "I have never received any piece of document whatsoever from any bank in the past sixteen years!", he concluded with a yell.

"It seems our suspicions are confirmed, even though I myself can hardly believe that the esteemed Wizengamot Chief Warlock could commit such outrageous crime. What he has done to you, Mr. Potter, can condemn him to a life sentence in Azkaban faster than you say 'Quiddich'."

" What has Dumbledore done to me?" Harry finally asked the critical question.

" Well, Mr. Potter, it seems like Albus Dumbledore has confined you from your true heritage for years and have intentionally barred you away from what is your birthright. It also has come to light that the esteemed chief Warlock violated the wills of James Sirius and Lily Marie Potter by placing you with your aunt, Petunia Evans-Dursley. You see, as your self proclaimed Magical Guardian, Albus Dumbledore has undeniable and limitless power over your financial affairs and well-being. Maybe it would be better if you see the original will of your parents, then you could comprehend the extent of Dumbledore's manipulations."

Ragnok waved his bony finger and a roll of tied document appeared between us. Words began to shimmer in air.

I, James Harold Potter, in sound mind and body hereby pronounces my only son, Harry James Potter, as my sole heir to the Potter Inc. and all its assets. He will be my heir and successor when he comes of age. If I ever befall the misfortunes of fate, please place my son in the care of his mother, Lilian Rose Evan Potter.

If fate is so cruel that my wife and I are both gone, please place my most precious child in the hands of the following:

Sirius Orion Black(closet to a brother and Godfather to Harry James Potter)

Alice Prewett Longbottom (Godmother to Harry James Potter)

Remus Lupin (closest to a brother)

Peter Pettergrew (closest to a brother)

Molly Prewett Weasely(close family friend)

Andromeda Black Tonks(close family friend)

Please go through the list in consecutive order.

If none of the people listed above are alive, please find a nice Wizarding family for my child. In no way is my child going to be given to my wife's sister because she abhors anything magical and will most likely abuse my child.

I. Lilian Rose Evan Potter, in sound mind and body hereby proclaims my only son, Harry James Potter, as the sole heir of the Evan family and all the other dormant houses that relate to my bloodline. He will become the sole benefactor of my assets and all the precious family heirlooms residing inside those dormant vaults. If I ever befalls under the misfortunes of fate, please place my child in the custody of his father, James Harold Potter.

When my Child comes of age, please give him a heritage test.

Finally, aside from the list stated in my husband's will, I hereby authorize Severus Snape as a potential candidate for my baby's guardianship. He is the closest friend I have to a brother, and I am sure he will become an excellent mentor for my child.

Finally, If Harry is reading this, please know , baby, your father and I love you more than the world itself. I am sorry we couldn't stay by your side and watch you grow, but take heart, we will always be with you in spirit, if not in body. Please be strong!

At the closing, the unrolled parchment flew away, probably back to its storing place. Meanwhile, tears were pooling in Harry's eyes, threatening to fall. His mother's every single word touched his heart, but it also cut like a knife; because he will never know the warmth, the softness, and tenderness of a mother's embrace. As warm as Mrs. Weasely 's hugs were, they could never compare to the hugs of a real mother.

As if triggered by something, Harry was filled with rage. How dare Dumbledore disregard his parents' will and place him with those horrid Dursleys. Dumbledore, you will regret the day that you decided to use me as a puppet. I am not the timid and shy boy who starved for affections all those years ago. I will pay you back for all of my sufferings, pain, torture, and abuse.

With that vow, Harry went back to face the goblin, and calmly but firmly stated, " Lord Ragnok, can you please give me a heritage test just as my mother requested. "

Surprised by his client's quick recovery, Ragnok called a junior goblin with a flick of hands. The junior goblin appeared promptly. "Give me a heritage test, quick," Ragnok ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" squeaked the goblin.

After 5 minutes, that little goblin finally came back with a blank piece of parchment.

"Now, Mr. Potter, please place one drop of your blood onto this piece of parchment. I assure you that only one drop would suffice, then we will see what surprises your mother have in stored for us, or rather for you." Ragnok stated solemnly, without any hint of sarcasm.

After taking a breath, Harry cut his finger with a knife placed on the desk and let one drop of the molten red liquid slowly float down onto the parchment. Instantaneously, the parchment began to glow golden. In a flash of light, writings or black ink started to spread like tendrils, twisting and curving into one elegant family tree.

Ragnok took the pachment from the desk and scrutinized it. The thin line that are his lips slowly twisted into a sinister scowl. However, Harry could see that Ragnok hid a sense of excitement in his beady black eyes, as if anticipating what will happen next once he told his client the content of the parchment.

"Well, Well, Mr. Potter, it seems like you are one quite extraordinary wizard. I am honored to have worked with you on this quest to discover your lineage," Ragnok said. "Mr. Potter, this heritage test is only a basic one, so it will only tell you your immediate heritages on both of your parents' side. This means that any dormant houses which may be related to you will be disregarded on this parchment. However, I think we can deduce your full heritage from the information listed on here. Please take a look."

Harry stayed silent during Ragnok's entire speech. He could have just gven me the parchment in the first place to save all the saliva. God, it's like he is trying to savor the excitement and importance of this process as long as possible. I hate all these things that make me anything but a normal wizard. Sigh

Harry James Potter is the heir to all of the houses below:

1. The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter-the only heir

2. The Most Intelligent and Savvy house of Evans-the only direct male heir

3. The Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin-the only direct male heir/magical heir too

4. The Most Ancient and Kind House of Hufflepuff-the only male heir

5. The Most Ancient and Intelligent House of Ravenclaw-the only male heir

6. The Most Ancient and Brave House of Gryffindor-the only heir

''''''Shock''''''''

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He is the heir to all four founders, the great founders of Hogwats. Oh, My bloody hell! And how am I the heir to the House of Slytherin.

"Umm, Mr. Ragnok, why am I the heir to the House of Slytherin?"

"Well, Mr. Potter, it seems like your mother is not a muggle-born at all. The Evans family had been a notable pureblood house in the 17th century. However, due to some economical mishaps with their main business client, the House of Crabbe, they went downhill and lost their prestige in the magical world. It also didn't help that their only male son was a squib. Therefore, they vast holding and fortune has been sitting in Gringotts for a rightful magical heir to be born, so he could take the family name and re-activate the Evan business. "

Pursing his lips Ragnok continued, "Furthermore, Mr. Potter, in the 14th century, one Selena Cynthia Slytherin, granddaughter to the great Salazar Slytherin, married Nathaniel Andrew Evans. Since the direct heir Tom Riddle has not come to Gringotts to claim his inheritance- despite our frequent pleads- you, as the next in line heir, will take the family name. "

"Ok, I get it. Since one of the ancestors on my mother's side married the daughter of Slytherin, now I am related to the all-time dark wizard who murdered my parents and had terrorized the wizard world. And now I have to claim that bastard's name and touch all those God-knows-how-dark artifacts in his vault. OMG, I am the heir to the SNAKE house. "Harry started out calmly but his volume slowly escalated into an all time loud shriek, as he yelled out snake.

"Mr. Potter, " Ragnok stated firmly, "the House of Slytherin is a noble house that goes way back to the time of Merlin. You should be honored to be the heir of this ancient and noble house. Furthermore, there are many precious and extinct scrolls of knowledge that reside in the Slytherin vault. It is true that dark artifacts are the majority, but they are still knowledge. And knowledge, by itself, is neutral."

Whimper..."I am related to Snakeface." With that last whisper, the eyes of the Boy-Who-Lived and recently acknowledged heir of six Most Ancient and Noble Houses rolled back into their sockets, and the said Heir unceremoniously ...

Fainted