Rise of the Sith

by Vidicus

After the attack on Godric's Hollow in 1981, Harry Potter is cast aside by his family in favor of his younger brother. After discovering the truth about his ancestor, he leaves the Wizarding World to fulfill his destiny. He must now learn the Ways of the Sith, rebuild a dead and forgotten Empire, and also get his revenge.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Disney respectively.

Rise of the Sith: Chapter 2

1984

It had been just over two years since the Potters were attacked and Voldemort was defeated. Since then, Magical Britain had been trying to recover from the decade long war that had nearly torn the country apart. The Ministry had hunted down the remaining Death Eaters and now many of the were enjoying a permanent stay in Azkaban Prison. Some had managed to evade capture, whether by claiming to be under the Imperius Curse or simply going into hiding. A few weeks after the Potters were attacked, the Longbottom family was attacked by the Lestranges and Bartemius Crouch Junior. They were tortured into insanity and it was unlikely that they would recover. Peter Pettigrew was one of the Death Eaters that got away, and he was one of the most wanted Death Eaters still at large. The Ministry had been informed that he was the real secret keeper of the Potters and that he was an Animagus.

Speaking of the Potters, they had moved back to their ancestral home of Potter Manor, having only been in Godric's Hollow at Dumbledore's suggestion. Things had changed for the family. Henry Potter was now being called the Boy-Who-Lived by the media and had become quite famous for surviving the Killing Curse. Every year there would be a Ministry held Ball on Halloween to celebrate the defeat of Voldemort. Henry would be taken by his parents and would be the center of attention for the entire event. His parents loved the attention they were getting to. The three of them became the image of a perfect family, and they would have been if not for one small problem, their oldest son Harry.

Ever since that night, Harry Potter had slowly been forgotten by his family. In the weeks following the attack, his parents had just been giving more attention to Henry, but as the weeks and eventually months went by they had been neglecting him more and more. He didn't go to the Ministry Balls with his family, mostly because his parents wouldn't let him and partly because he didn't want to go. He was left in the care of Remus Lupin who was another friend of his parents. Remus didn't mind watching Harry, since he didn't like Ministry events. Remus would also visit as often as he could. Since he one of James best friends, it wasn't uncommon to see him around the Manor a few times a week. The man had become like a father to the young boy. That quickly changed though. Remus had seen how the Potters treated their oldest child and it had made him furious. When he confronted James and Lily about it, they had acted like everything was perfectly ok and then got angry at Harry for "spreading lies" and trying to "ruin their reputation". Remus had been banned from returning to the Manor after that.

Birthdays were another opportunity for the Potters to show the world what a perfect family they were. Every year on Henry's birthday, they would throw a huge party at the Manor and invite pretty much all the major families in Britain except the ones the considered Dark like the Malfoys. Families such as the Abbotts, Boneses, Greengrasses, Tonkses, Lonbottoms, and the Weasleys would attend. Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore would also attend. There was a problem with this too. Harry and Henry shared the same birthday. During Henry's second birthday and Harry's fifth, Harry had been allowed to attend the party. Most of the adults just passed him off as one of the other children attending the party despite his clear resemblance to his father James. They probably had too much to drink if they couldn't make the connection. In order to further hide the fact that Harry was their child, the Potters wouldn't let him open his gifts with Henry. He would open his after everyone had left, and it was considerably less gifts than Henry received. Mostly just things like clothes and maybe one or two toys. During the parties, Harry wouldn't play with the other kids that much. Most of them were younger than him and were off doing their own thing.

He did make some friends with the Weasley twins, who were just a year younger than him, and Nymphadora Tonks. The Weasley twins, Fred and George, were pranksters and loved to get into all sorts of mischief. They would try and prank the other children despite their mother yelling at them every time they did. They would often talk to Harry when they were visiting and wouldn't prank him.

Nymphadora Tonks, who just liked to be called Tonks, was a few years older than Harry. She didn't like hanging around the younger children so her and Harry got along very well. She enjoyed showing him her Metamorphmagus abilities, which allowed her to change her appearance. It was rather funny to watch her change her hair to all the colors of the rainbow or give herself a pig snout. It was thanks to her that Harry found out he too was a Metamorphmagus. It was at his sixth birthday party. Well really it was just Henry's party this year. His parents had ordered him to stay upstairs and not come down until the party was over. Tonks, who didn't see her friend at the party, had snuck away to go find him. They had spent most of the evening in his room just talking. Harry had been telling her about how he was treated by his parents and it made him so angry that his hair had turned red briefly. He didn't notice but when he looked up at Tonks she had a shocked expression on her face.

"What?" Harry asked upon seeing her face.

"Your hair!" she excitedly yelled.

"What about my hair?" He was confused now.

"It turned red. When you told me about your parents." She replied and with a thoughtful look on her face, said "Tell me some more."

So, he did and just like last time, his hair changed color briefly.

Tonks told him "Until you learn to fully control your power, it will show itself when you feel strong emotions, but with enough practice it becomes second nature and you don't even have to think about it." She showed off a bit by having her hair rapidly change colors and length before returning to the shoulder length bubblegum pink she liked.

After that day, Harry had spent all he spare time he could practicing his newfound ability. Tonks had also told him that being a Metamorphmagus was a trait most commonly found in the Black family, which her mother was a part of. As far as Harry knew, he was not directly related to the Black family but at least in Wizarding Britain, all the pureblood families were connected in some way or another. Knowing this had prompted Harry to research his family history to find that connection. Thanks to the massive library at Potter Manor, and the detailed records kept by past family members, he had found out that his great-grandmother, Dorea Potter née Black, was a Metamorphmagus.

Harry was a very smart boy for his age. He had learned to read earlier than most children and spent most of his free time in the library. When he started researching his family history, he decided to go further than just his great-grandparents. He eventually discovered that he was a descendent of the Peverell family. Many people believed that they were the oldest family in Britain if not the world. Nobody has the Peverell name anymore, with the last one marrying into the Potter family hundreds of years ago. After many weeks of digging through old scrolls and books in the library he found just one scroll that mention what he thought was the oldest Peverell. It talked of a man who was just called Peverell. It said he was extremely powerful and wielded a sword of fire. Nobody knows where he came from. Unfortunately, there was very little record keeping in the Magical World at that time if any at all. Harry was lucky just to have found this. This scroll was around 3500 years old but thanks to preservation charms, it had managed to last through the ages. If this man was the first Peverell, than that would mean the family was the oldest in the world. They were the first Wizarding family.

Unfortunately, that was all Harry was able to find about the man known as Peverell and the origins of the family. So, Harry just continued practicing his Metamorphmagus abilities for the next few weeks until his seventh birthday rolled around.

Harry was instructed to stay upstairs during the party just like last year. He didn't care anymore. He had gotten used to this kind of treatment over the past few years.

He could hear the guests arriving downstairs and soon enough the party was in full swing. Henry was playing with the other children while the parents were talking. Everyone was having a good time. Except Tonks. She had come to the party with her parents, but like last year, Harry was nowhere to be found. She didn't like hanging around with the other kids, especially Henry. He had let his fame go to his head. He thinks everyone should worship him because he defeated the Dark Lord. He just had too big of an ego.

Deciding to go find her friend, Tonks snuck away from the party when nobody was looking and went upstairs. She found herself outside Harry's bedroom door, remembering how to get there from the last time she was there.

She knocked and waited until she heard a "Come in" before opening the door.

Harry was sitting on his small twin size bed reading some book. He put it down when he saw it was Tonks at the door. He waved her over and she sat down on the end of the bed. They talked for a bit, Harry telling her how he had progressed with his abilities and about the research he had been doing. He told here that he had a Black as an ancestor and they were technically cousins. She wasn't that surprised by it, knowing that many families were related, but she was Surprised when he told her about the Peverell's being the first and oldest magical family in the world.

They spent a little more time catching up before Tonks asked him, "Why do you let your family treat you this way?"

Harry didn't answer. Honestly, he didn't know why he was treated the way he was or why he allowed it. He had just put up with it for the past few years and let his anger and hate towards his family boil up inside him. In the beginning, he had just wished that they would treat him like they did his brother, but now, he could honestly say that he hated them. There was no way in his mind that they could ever make it up to him.

"You should confront them." Tonks said.

"What! No!"

"Yes, do it. Go downstairs and confront them. Show everyone down there what they are really like."

Harry debated it in his mind. He would likely be punished just for coming downstairs but enjoyed the thought of humiliating his parents in front of the guests. He didn't care what would happen anymore and soon found himself walking down the stairs with Tonks at his side. He made his way towards the outside deck where most the guests and his parents were. He could see his father talking with Sirius but turned around and spotted him.

Harry saw the furious look on his father's face as he stomped inside and grabbed him, dragging him by the arm upstairs. He didn't notice, or didn't care, that Tonks was standing right next to Harry and saw the whole thing.

James dragged Harry to his room and shoved him through the door, making him fall to the ground.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING BOY!" James screamed with fury. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY UPSTAIRS, AND WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, I EXPECT IT TO BE DONE!"

Harry looked up at his father not with fear but with a look of pure hatred.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME BOY!" James yelled.

Harry said nothing. James, even angrier now reached down and gave a tight slap to Harry's face. "DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND."

"Yes." The boy ground out.

James didn't say anything else and stormed out of the open door slamming it shut behind him. He was to angry to notice the young pink-haired girl who had saw the whole thing.

Harry was shocked. He had been yelled at by both his parents plenty of time before, but they had never hit him before. He reached up and touched his stinging cheek where there was a bright red handprint.

He heard the door squeak open and Tonks say "H-Harry?"

Harry didn't turn to her but said "Get. Out."

"But I-"

"I said GET OUT" He yelled the last part. "This is your fault! If you didn't tell me to confront them, this wouldn't have happened. So, like I said, Get. Out."

Tonks didn't say anything but closed the door and walked away. Harry swore he heard a small sob when she left.

-=0=-

It had been a month since the party and things weren't getting better for Harry. He wasn't hit anymore, but his parents would take any opportunity they got to yell at him or some thing or another. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to leave. He did have a plan.

Harry had been taking galleons from his parents' coin purses when they didn't notice. Since they refilled automatically from the Potter Vault at Gringotts, they wouldn't notice. He had saved up enough to rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron for about two weeks and to get food. He would go to Gringotts and see if he had a trust vault, which he was sure he did. Most pureblood families set up trust vaults for their children and would add money to it monthly. If not, then he would use the money from his parents until that ran out and he would have to figure out something else to do.

He waited until one day when James and Lily had taken Henry to visit his godfather, Sirius Black, before making his move. When he was sure they were gone, he used the fireplace to Floo to the Leaky Cauldron. He had used his abilities to appear as an older teenager with brown hair and blue eyes. After all, it would raise questions if a seven-year-old boy was wondering around Diagon Alley alone. Making his way to the main counter, he asked the bartender, Tom, to open the archway to the Alley, saying he didn't remember the correct combination. Tom was happy to help and soon Harry found himself making his way through crowds of people towards the large white building on the other side of the Alley.

Harry entered the bank, amazed at the beauty of the main hall. On either side of the hall was a row of Goblin tellers, some counting out various gems and coins, others helping customers. There was the head teller at a desk at the end of the hall.

The bank wasn't very busy at the moment so Harry approached the nearest teller.

"Um, I would like to inquire about my trust vault and take an inheritance test."

The Goblin didn't look up but asked "Name?"

Looking around quickly to make sure nobody was in earshot, he replied "Harry Potter."

The Goblin looked at him. "You don't look like a Potter."

"If I can speak to the Potter account manager-"

The Goblin gave him one last look and led him through a series or corridors until they arrived at a door with a golden plaque engraved with "Potter". The Goblin escorting Harry knocked twice ad waited for a gruff "Enter" before opening the door.

"Gornuk, I have a boy here claiming to be Harry Potter who wishes to see you."

"Send him in. You may go Lagnok." Harry entered the room and Lagnok, the Goblin that brought him here, left. "Take a seat." Gornuk said to the boy.

"It is my understanding that Harry Potter is just a boy." Gornuk told him. "You look to old to be him, so why don't you explain why you are impersonating the heir of a Noble and Most Ancient House."

In response, Harry shifted back into his true appearance. "I am Harry Potter, sir."

"So it seems." The Goblin said with a thoughtful expression. "What is your business with Gringotts today?"

"I wish to take an inheritance test and see if I have a trust vault."

"Very well. Let us start with the inheritance test." Gornuk pulled out a piece of parchment from his desk and turned to a shelf behind him where he retrieved a black obsidian dagger and a vial containing a blue liquid.

"Drop seven drops of blood into this vial." He instructed. Harry did so and once seven drops had been put in, the blue liquid started bubbling before settling down, now a deep red color. Gornuk picked up the vial and dumped it on the parchment where it was absorbed quickly. Red words started to form on the parchment. Harry picked it up and read.

Inheritance Test

Harrison James Potter

Father: James Fleamont Potter

Mother: Lily Potter née Evans

Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter

Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell

Harry wasn't too surprised by the results since he was the heir to the Potter Family and they descended from the Peverells. Gornuk, however, was shocked when he saw the results.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"There hasn't been an heir to the Peverell Family in over 700 years." The Goblin told him.

"What about my father or grandfather?"

"No. The last person to hold the title of Lord Peverell was the son of Ignotus Peverell. His daughter married Hardwin Potter and that is where the Peverell name died. Since then it has never shown up on any inheritance tests from the Potter family or the descendants of Ignotus's two brothers. Until now."

"Why?"

"I have no idea, but it must mean something. What it means, I don't know either. It is up to you to find out."

"OK, now can you tell me about any vaults I have. Both for the Potter and Peverell Families." Harry asked.

"Yes, of course." Gornuk replied. He opened his desk and pulled out a thick folder crammed with papers. He flipped through it and said "You do have a trust vault set up by your parents. Currently it has 9,814 Galleons, 16 Sickles, and 2 Knuts. However, you are not able to access it until your eleventh birthday."

"What about any Peverell vaults?"

Gornuk tapped his finger on a rune engraved on his desk saying "Peverell". Just a second later, another file appeared on his desk, which he looked through to find the correct page.

"There is one. Currently it has 103,955,375 Galleons, 4 Sickles, and 9 Knuts along with various other items stored in the vault. Since you are the only member of the family at this time, you do have full access to the vault, but as per Wizarding Law, you cannot claim the title or Lord Peverell until you are seventeen years of age."

"I want to disown myself from the Potter Family." Harry said bluntly.

Gornuk gave him a hard look. "Are you certain. If you do this, you forfeit any titles and inheritance from the Potter Family you may have been entitled to. Including you trust vault. Why do you wish to do this?"

Harry explained about his treatment at the hands of his 'family' but didn't go into too much detail.

Gornuk replied "Alright, I will draw up the paperwork. I assume you will use the Peverell surname?" Harry nodded and Gornuk slid a few parchments across the desk for him to sign. "Sign these and you will be officially disowned from the Potter Family. You brother Henry will be named the heir and you will take the name Harrison Peverell."

Harry made sure to read through each document before signing and once he was done, Gornuk handed him a box containing a ring. "This is the Peverell Heir ring, showing your status as Heir Peverell. The Lord's ring was lost but upon obtaining your Lordship, a new one can be made."

Harry slid the ring onto his finger and said "How much would it cost to keep all of this a secret?"

"I can't keep it secret, but for a price, I can have it discreetly filed with the Ministry. Nobody would know about it until they went looking for it."

"Good. Now, can I visit my vault?"

-=0=-

The Peverell Vault was the very first vault ever opened at Gringotts. Therefore, it was located at the deepest level of the vast caverns that Gringotts uses for its vaults. It was also the most secure. It took a ten-minute cart ride at full speed to reach that level. Once they were there they had to get past a dragon that was guarding all the vaults on that level. The last line of security was the vault door itself. It required a blood sacrifice and according to Gornuk, if anyone other than a Peverell tried to open it, they would die a painful death. Harry gave his blood and waited for a tense moment wondering if he would be accepted or not. Finally, the door split down the middle and each side slid into the wall revealing a cavernous opening. On either side of the vault were mountains of gold Galleons along with other various gems and treasures. Harry wondered through in awe at the sheer amount of wealth he now possessed. What really peaked his interest though was a pedestal in the center of the vault. Sitting on top of it was a strange pyramid shaped device big enough to sit in the palm of his hand. I gave off a sinister red glow as Harry approached it.

Carefully, he reached out to grab it, not knowing if it could be cursed. As soon as the tips of his fingers touched it, he felt a rush of raw power flow through him, enough to bring the boy to his knees.

Gornuk, who was waiting outside, rushed in asking "What's the problem!"

"Nothing." Harry said as he stood up panting. He pointed to the device on the pedestal. "What is that?"

"I don't know. According to the file for this vault, it was placed here when the vault was opened and hasn't been removed since."

Harry reached out to touch it again. This time he didn't feel the same rush of power and the glow had dimmed down a bit. Harry had a feeling that this device was important so he placed it in the pocket of his robes to inspect later.

Looking around some more, Harry found a small box containing five more of the pyramid devices. It was small enough to hide inside his robes so he did that and left the vault, but not before filling a small pouch he had with gold.

Harry made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron in his older form and rented a room for the night. He got a key from the barman and rushed upstairs, eager to examine the strange devices he found in his vault.

He began inspecting the one he found on the pedestal. It was outlined in gold and had strange runes engraved along its edges. As Harry was looking over the device, he felt something. It was like a presence in the room but it wasn't coming from the device in his hand. Looking around, he saw a translucent human shaped figure standing in the corner of the room.

Harry stood up abruptly, almost dropping what was in his hand. "Who- what are you?"

The figure approached the young boy. "All your questions will be answered in time Harrison." It stopped in front of Harry, made a quick gesture with its hand, and the device flew from Harry's hand, hovering between the boy and ghostly figure. "I see you have found my Holocron. It is time for your training to begin."

Author's Note:

Here is chapter 2, over twice the length of the previous chapter. I will be trying to make all chapters about this length, the first one was just a prologue, kind of. I hope you enjoyed. Also, thank you to everyone who favorited and followed this story. Please leave a review if you wish and see you next time. (Probably in a week)

Chapter Word Count: 4088

Upload Date: 1-8-18