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Chapter One

Harry turned back to look at his brother, "Why are you not coming to school?" His lips furrowed into a cute pout.

Rigel chuckled lowly and ruffled his hair "It's a surprise, alright"

Harry tried to smooth his hair, his eyes glistening with joy "Like a present"

"Yeah, like a present"

"Is it about you know?"

"That would ruin the surprise, Har" Rigel said with a smirk.

"You are no fun" Harry grumbled.

"Harry!!!" Three boys shouted, gesturing wildy for him to join.

"You have to go"

Harry nodded before giving his brother a quick hug and racing off with his friends.

Having friends have never been an issue for Harry, He was the most intelligent boy in their class and was always well dressed. He had seen to that, he knew how children can be really mean because of the clothes one wore. No one will ever mock his brother. He signed. He walked briskly, a lot of things were on his mind. He stopped in front of a nice looking store and entered.

"Good morning, miss "

The receptionist smiled at him and shouted "Mr Willes, that sweet kid is here again"

"Send him in"

"You can go in sweetheart "

He stood face to face with a pudgy, 40 year old man.

"Mr Green"

"Mr Willes"

Mr Willes sighed and put a package on the table.

"You were right"

"I usually am"

Mr Williams looked the cold faced lad over. He was approached by the boy three years ago, he had gambled away all his earnings and was at the verge of losing his shop when the boy sat beside him. The boy wanted to do a deal with him. The boy will tell him how to play his odds while betting and he would give him 30% of the money. He was furious, he had thought it a joke but something about the boy made him hesistate saying it out loud. He remembered the stories of his father, of a world of magic and magical people. A world he had not been deemed worthy of belonging because he was not magic. Something about the boy had screamed magic to him. If they existed, surely the boy would be one of them. Perhaps it was grey eyes that looked like furious storm clouds that made him feel like all his secrets are laid bare or how the boy stuck out amongst others. He had agreed, he was intrigued, he had cast the odds and won and he has never lost since then.

"Yes, you usually are, It is always nice doing business with you"

Rigel smirked, collected the package and turned.

Rigel stopped at the door to the Leaky Cauldron and brushed down his clothes , then opened the door and entered. He approached the bar and cleared his throat to get Tom's attention.

"Good morning young sir, my name is Tom, what can I do for you?"

"Good morning, my name is Alexander Evans," Harry said politely, putting on the most innocent look he could muster. It was not technically a lie, Alexander is his second name and Evans, his mother's name "I just got my letter for Hogwarts and I was told to come through here to get my supplies."

"Oh yes, just follow me." Tom stepped out from behind the bar and Rigel followed him out the back door. Tom stopped at the brick wall leading to Diagon Alley, he looked over his shoulder at Rigel.

"Just pay attention to the sequence and once you have your wand you will be able to come and go as you please," he told him not knowing Rigel already knew all this.

The portal opened and Rigel stepped past the older man bidding him a good day, "And you as well Alexander, it was nice to meet you." Rigel nodded and made his way to Gringotts, careful not to touch anything.

It was odd for Rigel to have knowledge and memories of a place he had never visited before and could only look around nostalgically. He entered the bank and stepped up to a free teller.He did not need to glance at the nameplate to know who he was talking to, he already knew quite more than a hazy outline of Calido's life "Good day to you Calido, I would like to speak with the one who manages my family's vaults."

The Goblin leaned over to look down at Rigel. "And who might you be?Rigel smirked "Rigel Potter-black " Mr. Potter-Black just a moment," Rigel noddedwaited for the Goblin to come back.

He returned with a Goblin following behind. Calido climbed back onto his stool while the other stopped in front of Rigel. "Merry meet Heir Potter-Black I am Ragnok."

Rigel bowed to the Goblin, "Merry Meet Ragnok, may your vaults overflow with gold."

"And may your enemy's blood flow freely." He returned the traditional greeting. "What can I do for you Heir Potter-Black?"

"I need to speak with you about a few personal matters."

"Very well follow me." Ragnok spun and Rigel followed through a door and down a hallway. They made their way to an office, Rigel waited to be seated until Ragnok had settled behind his desk. He tried not to be overwhelmed by the visions swimming behind eyes, visions of his ancestors that has sat on this very seat.

"First I would like a new master key issued only to myself, the one that Albus Dumbledore holds I would like to be discontinued. Next I know have no access to my money in the family vaults until I am either emancipated or of age but I would like a monthly statement of all vaults, and a file of all holdings and properties, sent to myself only or anyone I officitate as The Potters or the Blacks family accountant. I need to increase the yearly deposit into my brother account. I need something to carry my money in and a way to charge things to my account so I don't have to visit here so often.I would like the Potters will to be unbound and read a month from now, I will of course need to acquire the heirship rings and I will like over some of the Potter and Black houses,lastly, I need to withdraw a few items from the Black family vaults, as a matter of urgency."

"Right," Ragnok opened a drawer and pulled out a small gold key to set in front of Rigel, he handed the boy a ceremonial dagger as well. "Smear a drop of blood on the key and that will become your primary one. If you do not have a correct amount of money on you while shopping you can tell the shopkeeper you would like to charge your purchases and they will take care of it for you. As for mail orders there will be a slip you will have to fill out and a space for your vault number and signature, just sign and place a drop of blood next to it."

"I have made note for your monthly statements to come directly to you and since you have requested it they cannot be intercepted by another unless you say otherwise. Before you leave you will receive an updated file on all vaults, holdings and properties." He opened another drawer and pulled out a small black drawstring bag and placed it in front of Rigel. "This is an endless pouch; it has anti loss and anti-theft charms on it. Now the new key, the updated file, and bag will cost you 20 Galleons total; the monthly statements are a free service offered."

"Take the cost from my vault." Rigel said.

Ragnok nodded, He raised his hands and two familiar red boxes appeared before them. "Heir Potter-Black, you do know that the magic of the houses are sentinent and can reject you and this rejection can lead to dire consequences "

Rigel nodded his head.

Sequentially Ragnok opened the boxes to reveal similar looking red velvety interior. All the rings were beautiful in their own regards.

The Potter heir ring featured a wide gold band with ruby vines constructing its border. Nestled within the vines of the ring, a Griffin was portrayed with its wings uncurled. In the center a shimmering amethyst was encrusted with a 'P' carved on the topmost facet and filled with different color filigree.The Potter motto was missing, it was only present in the Lords ring.

The Black heir ring featured a silvery white band with a blue sapphire forming its outer boundary. Portrayed on the vines was a calm Cerberus which looked ready to fight at anytime. From the fires of the dragon the letter 'B' was carved on top of the centre stone giving it a ethereal shine.

He wore the Potter ring first and felt the magic searching and having found what it was looking for rested around his core protectively. The Black ring on the other hand, was aggressive in its search, he could feel the ancient magic bring about a headache that would last for days and like the Potter ring, it found what it was looking for too and settled.

Rigel found himself breathing harshly and sweating. He wiped his face and looked at Ragnok who quickly proceeded to the next other of business.

"This is a list of all the houses the both families own"

Potter Houses

Potter Manor, Essex, London

Potier Chateau, France

Potter Villa, Wiltshire, England

The Pride, Holuta, Germany

Black Houses

Black Manor, Sussex, England

Maison de Noir, France

Chateau de Noir, France

No 12 Grimmauld place, London

L'Abbe, Norway

Etage Noir, Paris

Rigel shook his head in deep thought. The Black houses had the best wards and protection. But could he leave his brother in a house of paranoid dark wizards, there could be traps anywhere. That leaves the Potter Houses. He didn't wait to leave this country so it remained the Manor and the Villa.The manor was too big for three people. He had grown up in the Villa, the memories there would be so painful.

"I would like the Potter Villa to be warded with the best wards Gringotts has. The house be swept for cursed objects and those objects deposited in a vault. I would love it to be in pristine condition no matter the cost, take it from my vault"

Rigel knew that there are so things you cant just bargain with a goblin in.

"One more thing, do Gringotts still offer other services? "

Ragnok gave a toothy grin "It all depends on the service and what you are willing to pay for it"

"I need you to find a man, a certain Remus Lupin and deliver this letter to him"

Sliding the letter on top of the table, Rigel leaned back and got ready to haggle.

"It could be done for seventy galleons"

"thirty "

"sixty" Ragnok said, his grin still on

"fourty-five and that's the last, I would pay"

" Very well, it will be done, would you like to see the black vault now?"

"Please"Rigel said and stood up.

He entered the vault and the magic of his gift over took him.

A fourteen year Sirius stood that exact spot and his father showed him his inheritance and what he would lose if he doesn't act like the pure blood heir he was.

He took a breath as he felt a bit hazy.

"Oracle" Ragnok said, his eyes showing a great deal of respect.

"I trust this would not leave the four walls of this bank" Rigel said, his body tense and wary.

Ragnok looked highly affronted.

Rigel took a deep breath, "I apologize, but I have a great need for caution"

"I understand, Heir Potter-Black"

Rigel nodded and looked around. He reached what he needed. The jewel was dull to the eyes, a light opal on a silver chain. Compared to other heirlooms, it was the one you will notice the least. Exactly what Seurd Noir had in mind. He took the chain, his hand shivered. The chain produced a most complex glamour. When in one of his trance, his eyes turned moving silver and his hair flew about like he was flying in a whirlwind and tattoos appeared on his face and body. The glamour would make him appear normal. He put the necklace on and felt the magic embrace him.

He reached the section for antique clothing and found the gloves. Three handmade gloves of both silk and a little owl skin, it took Seurd twenty years to make these gloves. An oracle sees by touch,ears, eyes or proximity. The gloves numb the visions by touch, they don't always work but they do work 99% of the time.

Lastly, he got the third thing he came for, a scrying bowl. It was gifted to Seurd by William the Conqueror. An antique that helps oracles focus their seeing abilities.

He went to his vaults and took some money before saying a farewell to Ragnok.

He arrived very late that day. He entered the house and met the Durselys eating dinner. He groaned while keeping a neutral face.

"Good evening Aunty Petunia and Uncle Vernon"

The two rather large men grunted while Aunt Petunia fixed her eyes on him, "Where were you?" She asked sharply.

He just raised an eyebrow "Now, Aunt Petunia, I don't believe my whereabouts is in anyway related to you "

He walked up the stairs and opened the door to his room, as usual the sight brought a smile to his face. His brother was on his bed reading. "Rigel!! " He screamed and ran to his brother "You are late" He pouted

"Sorry, Har"

"Did you get my present "

"No... "

Harry's face fell then he pushed his glasses up and tried to look unaffected. The keyword -tried.

Rigel chuckled, "I did get another present "

He opened the pouch and brought out some things. Keeping the bowl in the drawer and asking his brother never to touch. He proceeded to give him the sweets he had brought from Honeydukes and the two books.

'A guide to the etiquettes and customs of the magical world by M.I. Wilkins

A beginner guide to potion by Lindin Laway

"We will restart your lessons on the wizarding world, tomorrow"

Harry nodded excitedly, he loved listening to his brother teach.

"Have you eaten, Ri"

Rigel laughed, "Yes, its time to go to bed, go and brush your teeth and I might tell you a story"

Harry jumped up to do what he said

Somewhere in England, Remus Lupin got a letter, he had to sit down else he might have fainted.