Foreword: Firstly I would like to thank the Reviewers of Chapter one, sometimes the obvious is hard to see, I haven't thought of using a spelling checker before it was suggested to me so thank you all!
Also, I have thought long about, how exactly Reborn can be Harry's Dad and have come to a solution, it may seem... OCC for some but I hope you Like it anyway.
To the Question, Timeline... I Know that, would this be Canon, that it would be more realistic where Reborn Harry's Grandfather but I Played a Little with the Timeliness I hope that a few questions to that will cleared up in this Chapter.
Disclaimer: Nope Still not mine sadly to say, or the KHR Anime would not have stopped after the Future arc and the Terror Twins of Harry Potter would have had more screen time.
One Harry James Potter, was sitting before the Desk of Sharpaxe, the Potter Account Manager, said Goblin glancing at him warily, you could cut the air in the room with a knife since the last half hour.
The young Wizard was, outwardly an image of calm... Tranquil even, sitting in a comfortable, high-backed leather armchair, totally relaxed, one of his elbows sat on the armrest of the chair, his chin was propped up on his clenched fist, his eyes, the only thing that give away his true mood, where, again glowing eerily, he was angry on the inside.
Not just angry he was livid, so livid he'd love nothing more than to chase the whole Wizarding World to the deepest pits of Hell.
Now that Harry was thinking about it more precisely... It was really fitting, that his secondary Flames would be named Storm Flames, Herminone, bless her, once told him that he had the temper of a raging, Storm.
He could be wild and uncontrolled in a hot rage, or calm like the calm before a Hurricane that would mercilessly destroy everything that was the reason for his ire.
One may ask, what exactly was wrong with the young Cloud, well... It all began this Morning.
Harry awoke, after his fainting fit, disoriented, his vision blurry, back to how it was before his Flames hat awoken, he sat up and looked around, recognized just blurry shapes in the room he was in, he could see that he was in a hardwood canopy bed, from what he could discern, the room was bare, white walls, dark stone flooring, a white rug before the bed, a hardwood dresser and bedside table matching to the bed he was sitting in.
He looked in the direction of the door when he heard the sound of it opening and saw two small blurry shapes steep inside, one a little smaller than the other, and he could not for the life of him recognize just who it those two where.
"Ah Finally awake I see Mr. Potter." greeted Sharpaxe, Harry's Eyes widen a little in recognition
"yes... ehm... Sorry But what time is it? And what... Happened? How?... I'm afraid I don't see much at the moment." He cleared his throat, a little awkwardly, through his lack of glasses, his sleep addled Brain, not fully awake just yet.
"We have already thought something like this could happen... It seems your Flames are adjusting your sight when active Mr. Potter, I suspect that your Flames are, at the moment, dormant, thus your lack of proper vision, while you were sleeping the past three day, we of Gringotts allowed us to make you this." He waved the smaller figure forward, the young Goblin came towards him, startling Harry a little as, what he new identified as the young Goblin from three Days prior, put new glasses on his Face, his vision cleared immediately.
"Merlin! Thank you, it Is awkward to not begin able to see your one hand before your eyes..." "Yes, yes Mr. Potter, this are special Goblin made glasses, they will adjust to your sight automatically, should your Flames activate again, as you can imagine they are not for free, anyway please eat your breakfast we where not done with our conversation." It was then that Harry was able to see the food that was on the table at the wall, farthest from the bed. He buried his face in his hands, a migraine was approaching he could feel it. "I... I... What now?" seeing the distress of the young Wizard Sharpaxe sighed warily. "I understand your distress Mr. Potter but all questions will be answered in time." motioned to the Breakfast. "Eat Mr. Potter... After you have eaten I will have to show you something.
Then he remembered the conversation, and the full force of just what happened three days before hit him. Voldemord was Dead, finally finally Dead, thanks to his Flames... The Blocks, the Potions, his... His Father.
The new Cloud took a deep breath, it would not do to have a nervous breakdown right new, he closed his eyes and focused on the breathing, in and out, in and out... Then he opened his Eyes again. "Yes Breakfast... Just a moment." He climbed out of the bed and began to, slowly eat his breakfast, the young Goblin that was with Sharpaxe, laid a folded stack clothes, similar to those that Griphook had given him when he first came to the Bank, on the Bed.
"My Office is just the corridor down to the left, Mr. Potter please hurry, Time is Money" with this the two Goblins left the Wizard alone.
When the two Goblins were gone, the young Wizard rubbed his temples, he wanted answers, he needed them, but it was of no use to work himself in a nervous frenzy, so he did as told, eat his Breakfast, changed his clothes and brushed his treed in the en suite bathroom that was connected to the room he was in,
After Harry was finished with his small morning routine, he had a quick shower and had indeed, eaten his breakfast completely, he didn't know just how hungry he was until he started to eat, he made his way to Sharpaxe's Office, he sat down on one of the High backed leather armchairs, took a deep breath, nodding to the Ancient Goblin in greeting he signaled for Sharpaxe to begin. "Mr. Potter I'm sure you have... A lot of questions, a few of wish can be answered with this." he put a rainbow-colored crystal on the desk. "This... Mr. Potter is a Magical Will, your Headmaster Mr. Dumbledore, let... At the time, all written Wills from your Parents be sealed before they could be read. Harry listened attentively to the old Goblin, saying nothing and absorbed everything. The new Storm-cloud sat up straight and nodded to the old Goblin. "Of course I wish to hear it, please start." James sighed and took over. "What youth Mother wants to say is, that I could not father children Harry. When we, Sirius, Remus, Peter and I were still in Hogwarts, we where Pranksters, and I lost the ability to Father children through an Potions accident, we butchered a Prank Potion, I had not known that I was infertile until much later, and when we both wanted a Child and we had to.-" He was, from there, interrupted by his wife. "Renato!... I mean, your biological Father... He was one of my dearest Friends, we meet each other when I was fifteen, he was twenty at that time, we had many things in common with each other, one such thing was that we both lived in Worlds hidden from the Mundane... As time goes by, he become akin to an older Brother to me, he helped me when Petunia was at her worst, when my Parents died, and when he heard of our Problem... He was willing to help, under the requirement that James would Blood-Adopt you as soon as possible, as he has many enemy's, he could not risk to have a child that looked even a little like him, and the Blood Adoption would change your features so..." She sighed sadly then. "Regrettably, he disappeared from the face of earth not long after you were born. You have to Understand Harry, that Renato's profession was incredibly dangerous... As I said, the Magical World is not the only World hidden from Mundane Eyes." she looked at James who nodded in her direction and then back at Harry. "Renato was a Hitman, for the Mafia, and before you condemn him, he is not a Bad person!" This gained an incredulous snort from her Husband, who looked at her as though she had grown a second head. "well... Not...'Bad' bad anyway... The Mafia World hides in plain view, the mundane know about it but they do not know the exact extent of the real Mafia World, Harry... Renato was approached for a really suspicious Mission before he disappeared, he was strong, the strongest there was, so I'm sure he is still alive, something must have happened to him... Maybe you can find him, if this is your wish but you have to be absolutely sure about this, I just hope the Adoption Potion will protect you, at last a little."He nodded to himself, so that was way his why looks had changed, the Storm Flames must have destroyed that aspect of the Blood Adoption, "Well... So much for that kind of protection..." He mused as he played with his new curly sideburns, who seemed to have grown while he slept. "Going from a copy of James Potter to a copy of Renato Sinclair?" He buried his face in his hands, again... If the Potion had changed the features he had from this Renato to James's it was just logical that he now looked like a copy of a, as it appears, damn well-known Hitman, but he forced himself to continue listening. James cleared his throat and took over for his Wife. "The Potter Fortune is yours as you are our Son, you where my son from the moment you were born the adoption made it just a little more clear to others, as the crystal can detect if everyone motioned in the Will are present, and since you are alone here well... All that is left for us to say is, we Love you. And that we are proud of you no matter how you will live your life, stay strong and become what you want to be don't let anyone dictate how you live especially not that old Goat." It was silent for good fifteen minutes until Sharpaxe cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his thoughtful client. "While you where... Resting... We from Gringotts saw to it that All your Accounts were checked and we ... We found a few inequalities" he started hearing the young wizard groan. "He stole from me, right?" he questioned resigned, his Eyes widening as he saw the Goblin nod. "As he was registered as your Magical Guardian, he was able to have access to your trust Vault, he emptied it every year since you were placed with your... Aunt." He said the word 'Aunt' very loosely, while baring his teeth. "The Vault refills every year, one day before your birthday with a specified amount of Gold, he took the throne he has in the Great hall is from your Family vault and he took a invisibility cloak which is also a Family heirloom, the Goblin in charge of this transaction was executed yesterday Mr. Dumbledore, also paid a large sum of Gold to the Weasley Family, Namely Molly, Ronald and Ginerva shocked Harry to the core and suddenly everything fell in its place, a Purely Magical Family, a Mother with seven children, two of which have already finished Hogwarts, that they where on the first of September on the Muggle side of Kings Cross station, Mrs. Weasley, loudly speaking of Muggle and the track nine three-quarters, Ron sitting with him because there where, supposedly no more free compartments, while Hermione told him later that the Train was charmed especially for such cases. It all fell in place, like pieces of a puzzle he had not seen until now... They were paid to befriend him. The Old Goblin was startled as his Office was suddenly filled with such a thick air of rage that his claws itched to grab the ritual dagger from his desk drawer, he looked to the Potter Heir, the Boy sat stone still in the chair, Sharpaxe would have written the feeling off as imagination where it not for the brightly glowing purple-red eyes that looked at him. As for Harry himself... Something had changed, he saw clear again, yes but this was differed from the feeling, three-days prior, all unnecessary thoughts were banished to the back of his mind, replaced by a sort of calm rage. "Sharpaxe..." His voice was calm but It send shivers down the Ancient Goblins spine. He read the Headline and sat the newspaper down on the Desk and leaned back, relaxed his muscles and said softly to himself. "The-Boy-who-lived to be a Murderer... By Rita Sceeter." The article described how the Aurors, that were looking for Harry, found the Corpse of Cedric Diggory and another victim that was, as the article put it, 'brutally slaughtered, of how he was the only suspect and speculation on how he could be the next Dark Lord, he looking at Sharpaxe again, he asked. "And the Wizading sheep believe that?" It was an unnecessary question, he knew the answer already.
Magical Wills such as this crystal, came out of use a long time ago, but your Parents, especially your late Lady Mother, where smart people, as they started to lose their trust in Dumbledore, they began to prepare, one such preparation is this."
"They Made, to our knowledge, any kind of Will that exists, Magical or Muggle, this." He tippet the crystal lightly. "Is the only remaining Will, the only one the Old goa,-... ehrm Wizard... Could not seal, do you wish to hear it?"
The Goblin nodded back at the young Boy and tipped the crystal three times in a row, the crystal began to glow, on the desk appeared projections of two rainbow-colored miniature Ghosts, Lilly and James Potters Ghost's.
"Hello Bambi!" Greeted James, his arm around his Wife's waist. "Whoa... It seems we kicked the bucket Lills." begun the projection of his Adoptive Father, only to be slapped on the back of his head by his Wife."This is an execution of wills James behave yourself!" The Ghost of James pouted but stayed silent.
The Ghost of Lilly Potter seemed to take a breath and then she smiled at him. "Hello Harry, you are probably terribly confused, if you hear and see this then the Goblins have done a few... Tests... With you." she started and seemed unsure.
After this last words, Lilly's Ghostly projection started crying and with this, the two disappeared.
Harry hung his head took a deep breath, he could not be weak now, so he pulled himself together and looked the Old Accountant in the Eyes again.
The Goblin straightened his back, he was a Warrior Goblin in his younger years and was not about to sow fear of this Human now. "This... Is not all Mr. Potter, you should look at ...this" Sharpaxe handed the Potter Heir a copy of the Daily Prophet from two days ago, all the while thinking of what that sort of rage could do to the Wizarding World.
"I'm afraid so, the Ministry is searching for you as we speak, but as this is Goblin ground, nobody will reach you here, as the Ministry has no say in this Bank."
That had been half an hour ago and the Young man had not said a word since, just sitting there thinking, the rage not one bit abated, Sharpaxe was just about to ask if he thinks, becoming a piece of furniture was his plan as the Wizard looked at him again.
"Harry Potter Died three days ago..." he started the Goblin straightened his back again and listened, grabbing parchment and quill so he could writ down the wishes of his client.
"Harry Potter made a Will, on a Hogsmead weekend after his Name came out of the Goblet of Fire, leaving everything to... Damien... Evans his Maternal third cousin once removed or something, I'm sure you Goblins Know how to forge something like that, Damian is a English-Italian whose Mother died in a car crash when he was to young to really remember her, after this he grew up with his Father in Italy, coming every summer to visit Harry, whom he met at a family gathering when both of them where seven.
Damien is, like Harry, a Wizard, his Mother a Muggle his Father was an Italian Wizard and taught him at Home, Damien's Father died one year ago through a Mafia shoot-out leaving Damien an emancipated orphan."
The more the Potter.- eh sorry... The more the Evans Heir spoke the bigger Sharpaxes grin grew, and as the Plans were laid out, one hour later he was sure that at the very and of this year, Dumbledore would be, at the very last, out of Hogwarts.
"Mr. Evans it will be no Problem to arrange all this for a small fee of curse" Said Sharpaxe grinning like a loon. "The ceremony to change your Name magically can be arranged tomorrow morning, the room you woke up in is yours as long as you stay at Gringotts, any more wishes?"
"Actually yes..." Har.- ehrm Damien rose a question eyebrow. "Where is Hedwig?"
And this was Chapter two, I hope it was to your liking, I have sent this Chapter at least three times through the Spelling Checker also...
Funfact: I had to listen to the Ost's of Death Note at the end of this chapter to writ Harry's analytical mind right, his Storm rage paired with his Cloud Temper was a challenge that I hope I have mastered at last a little, makes me wonder how this will be with... Certain characters... Later on.
Answers to questions that are sure to come:
1.) What is with Harry's Dying will in this Chapter?
Dying will, can as far as I know, also be activated when the emotions are getting out of control, he was angry when he fount out Ron was Paid to be his friend, that paired with his Storm rage and his Cloud temper...well, His Magic has pushed his analytical talent to the fore front and fueled it with his rage... If that as much sense to you as it makes to me ^^'.
2.) Curly sideburns?
Of Curse!, i mean, sorry but he wouldn't be Reborns son if he did not have this!
3.) Hat?
Yes he will have a Hat but not a Fedora.
4.) Will there be Bashing?
I was asked if I will be Bashing Hermione, no I will not, there will be Bashing, because let's be honest Dumbls is a Manipulator.
