It's only been a few days since Zack left the hospital and the start of his new life as Isaac Foster. Even giving himself a nickname too. Finally making it to the Leaky Cauldron. Zack ignored the curious looks sent his way. As Zack was no longer wearing the clothes that the hospital gave him. Now he was wearing a brown hoodie with a zipper that's stained in blood, red pants, and black shoes. Zack made his way to the Leaky Cauldron. He ducked inside and applied several glamors as he did so. Luckily he didn't need a wand for that. Didn't want anyone seeing his bandages or recognizing him. Zack waited for a moment when he was in luck. A family of four had just arrived via Floo and he followed them like he was a member of the small family. His heart was starting to pound. He realized then that he was both terrified and excited. He really needed to calm down before trying to deal with the Goblins.
The family he was following never noticed him, much to Zack's relief. Following the happy family, he felt a pang of longing. Oh how he wanted that, a family that would love him. But that's when Fury surged through him. It wasn't fair! Why, why couldn't his family love him! Zack took several deep breaths, fighting not to burst into tears but traitorous tears filled his eyes.
Zack continued to trail the oblivious family, doing his best to ignore the pangs of jealousy as he inadvertently listened to them and saw their interactions. Eyes burning again, he squeezed them shut and tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. What was wrong with him? Normally he could just shrug such things off, but he seemed to be incapable of doing so now.
Was that the reason? Was he mourning for the loss of a hope he didn't know he still had? Had he really still hoped that his family would want him? No why else would he care about them in any way? Now, now he hated them. He had thought that he hated them before today, but that feeling paled in comparison to what he was now feeling towards them. Hate was actually too tame a word for what he was feeling.
A viciously burning rage began as he thought of his once family, a burning that made him want to scream and rage, to destroy and kill like never before. But specifically, he wanted to take what they held dear, he wanted to tarnish their reputation forever, to bleed them of all their wealth, to torture them until they didn't know their own name and when they finally thought it was over, he would end their miserable existence.
Zack was now even more determined to make his so-called family's life a living hell. focused on the desire to see them burn, to see their perfect world and reputations disintegrate before their very eyes. With that in mind, Zack made his way to Gringotts not noticing that everyone in Diagon Alley look at him with so much fear. Whoever that little boy was, he was one to steer well clear of. Panting, Zack took a moment to calm his breathing and straighten his clothes and hair before walking calmly into the bank. The Goblins paid him little attention, which was more than fine for him. He stared for several moments at the large, very realistic and beautiful mural of a Goblin battle on the ceiling around a glass dome that let in sunlight. The marble floors glimmered in a combination of natural sunlight from outside and also the fairy light that came from the large chandeliers. The dark marble patterns in the white marble stood out in stark relief against the brilliant fairy light and large glass windows allowed some natural light to filter in, making the bank seem slightly more open. Along each side of the building where a single row of counters where the Goblin Tellers sat. Some had large gemstones or piles of money in front of them while others were looking about ready to kill the next idiot that dared waste their time.
Zack walked up to a teller 'Hello.' Zack said to catch the goblin's attention. The goblin looked up from his work to look at Zack as his eyes widen in seeing through his glamors and seeing an entire body covered in bandages to hide his Burns that will forever be on his body.
'How may I help you, sir?' The goblin asked. Taking a deep breath Zack said, 'I wish to make a blood test in order to know my heritage.' Zack said in a soft voice. 'Very well I shall prepare everything for the test if you would just take a seat and wait.' The goblin replied and left to prepare everything.
Zack waited only a few minutes when the goblin returned with a piece of parchment and a dagger.
'Please, drop three drops of blood onto the parchment.' The goblin told Zack handing the dagger to Zack nodded as he removed the bandages from his hand and drag the blade across his hand. Zack did as he was told. A moment later, writing formed onto the parchment revealing his heritage.
Harrison Jamison Evans Potter is now known as (Isaac Foster). Son of Jamison Harrison Potter and Lillian Faith Evans Potter.
Descendant of:
The Ancient and Noble House of Potter(by blood).
The Ancient and Noble House of Black(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Peverell(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Gryffindor(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Hufflepuff(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Ravenclaw(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Slytherin (by blood)
The Ancient House of Merlin(by magic).
The Ancient House of Le Fay(by magic).
Accumulative Wizengamot Seats:
Potter: Three seats on the Wizengamot.
Black: Seven seats on the Wizengamot.
Peverell: Three seats on the Wizengamot.
Gryffindor: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Hufflepuff: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Ravenclaw: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Slytherin: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Boulstridge: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Leatherby: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Inheritances:
Metamorphmagus (father's side), Invisibility Cloak(object, birthright), the Elder Wand(object, birthright) Sword of Gryffindor(object, birthright), Hufflepuff's Cup(object, birthright), Ravenclaws Diadem(object, birthright), Slytherin locket (object, birthright) 12 Grimmauld Place(object, birthright), Potter manor in Mystic Falls, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, Slytherin Manors(objects, birthrights) and all of Hogwarts including: Gryffindor Tower, Ravenclaw Tower, Hufflepuff Basement, Slytherin dungeons, Greenhouses, Quidditch Pitch, Library, Come and Go Room, all of the Founders Room and of the Great Hall(objects, birthright).
Potter vaults:
777- Monies: 777,000,000 Galleons, 69,000 Sickles, 138,909 Knuts.
778- Monies: 472,000,000 Galleons, 78,001 Sickles, 1,200 Knuts.
779- Monies: 6,098,372,000 Galleons, 67,874,003 Sickles, 1 Knut.
780- 732 Tapestries, 16 sets of Silver Crockery, 4 sets of Gold Crockery, various Jewels, Books, several Runners, 5 diamond Chandeliers and 7 trunks of Gold Woven Dress Robes.
Black vaults:
12- Monies: 189,903,976,000 Galleons, 12 Knuts.
314- Monies: 645,971,002 Galleons, 17,010 Sickles, 154 Knuts.
717- 184 Tapestries, 12 sets of Gold Crockery, various Jewels, several trunks of dress robes.
Books: Black Magick(By Phineas Nigellus Black) written in Parseltongue and Salazar Slytherin's complete autobiography, written in Parseltongue.
Peverell vault:
7- Monies: 135,975 Galleons, 978, 673, 000 Sickles, 175 Knuts.
8- 12 Tapestries.
Books: Alchemy Through the Ages(original text, author unknown), Notes on the Deathly Hallows Origin and Merlin's pointed hat(a gift from Merlin himself).
Gryffindor vault:
1- Monies: 979,349,912,000 Galleons, 17,000 Knuts.
Books: Hogwarts: the Sentience Within(written by Godric Gryffindor) and the complete autobiography written in Gobbledegook by Godric Gryffindor.
Hufflepuff vault:
3- 17,846,286,400 Galleons, 869,325,201 Sickles, 1,008 Knuts.
Books: Herbology: the Adventure Through the Hanging Gardens, Atropa Belladonna: Poison or Elixir, Magae Trias: Primo-Tres and The Life of Helga Hufflepuff, an autobiography by Helga Hufflepuff.
Ravenclaw vault:
2- 1,734,087,012 Galleons, 175,487,523 Sickels, 163,963 Knuts.
Books: The Complete Works of Rowena Ravenclaw, Logic or Absurdity: Which Controls the Heart?, Knowledge is Power Septum Peccata.
Slytherin vault:
1- Monies: 979,349,912,000 Galleons,, 175,487,523 Sickels, 163,963 Knuts.
Books: The Complete Works of Salazar Slytherin, different ways to use Parseltongue Magic, how to raise your own basileus.
Other:
Books: The Complete Works of Merlin, Morgan Le Fay's personal Journal, History of the Dark Arts(once owned by Lady Circe, or so claimed by Merlin himself) and Magicks Around the World.
Wands: Godric Gryffindor's wand(12", Yew, Dragon Heartstring core), Helga Hufflepuff's wand(14", Holly, Veela hair core), Rowena Ravenclaw's wand(10", Beechwood, Unicorn tail hair core) and Antioch Peverell's wand(15", Elder, Thestral hair core).
Lordship Rings:
Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.
Other Rings:
Merlin's treasured Malachite Ring(said to enhance any emotion, thus making any spell infinitely more powerful, as it is being fueled by the strong emotions of the caster) and Morgan Le Fay's, Ring of Life(said to drain the life out of anyone who attempts to filch it, yet to be proven).
'Lord Isaac Foster, Peverell, Le Fay, Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin welcome to Gringotts. It is a pleasure to attend to the heir of eight of the most ancient houses. I am Malkoth. Allow me to assist you.' The older goblin said. Zack just smiled and nodded and said: "perhaps can we discuss this somewhere more private." With a nod from Malkoth they walked to his office.
Now Lord Peverell Le Fay please place your hand in this ball," Malkoth said gesturing to a glass ball that he pulled out of one of his draws and set it on the table in front of Zack. Zack nodded and sat up before reaching his hand into the ball and pulled out several rings that had appeared in Zack's hand when he pulled his hand out of the glass ball, there was a red and gold one, a silver and green one, a black and silver one, a silver ring with a blue diamond, a silver ring with an ebony gem, a silver ring with a purple gem and the last ring was silver with a black gem
"There you have the Gryffindor ring, the Slytherin ring, the Black heir ring, the Peverell, ring Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw rings and Merlin and La Fay rings and you have the Potter ring as well."
You can place all but one ring on one finger and they will mold into one ring for you."
Zack smirked at the thought and slowly slipped the rings on. he grabbed his head screaming as magic and knowledge blasted through him.
Malkoth paled and jumped away from Zack as the magic from the rings began to swirl in the air and lash out at anything. Zack panted and pressed his bandaged face into the floor as the pain began to abate. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, wheezing as he suddenly found it hard to breathe. He frowned, eyes still closed. "Lord Peverell La Fay?" Zack craned his head around on the floor in an effort to locate the voice. Malkoth was tentatively creeping out from where ever it was he had hidden making sure it was safe to come out.
"W—What…cannot breathe… happened?" Zack was forced to pause and cough during his question as his lungs begged for more air. Gods he hated this.
"I believe that all of the Family magic was too much for your body to handle at its previous size, so both your and all the Family magic changed it." So, your magic has doubled or tripled in size." Malkoth said. I see... Zack said gasping for air. Carefully sat up, noting with dizzying relief that his bandages and clothes had grown with him. Zack looked at Malkoth. "Now, may I please see what I have inherited Master Malkoth?" The Goblin nodded and left Zack to haul himself to his unsteady feet. he stumbled around, trying to get his long legs to cooperate. Going from below five feet to around the height of 5'11 (1.80 cm).
Looking at his body which was still covered with his bandages His physical appearance is that of a man between 19-21, despite being 8 years old. Looking at his body Zack could see that he is well-built. Maybe without the burns and the bandages, Zack could have said he was hot he could tell that he possesses a delicate and yet masculine face, possibly due to the fact that he was a nobleman. Still getting used to his new height Was not an easy feat. he was only completely lacking any sort of coordination or balance. he somehow managed to make it to his seat, letting his body collapse into it gratefully. "Here you are my Lord," Malkoth said, handing him a thick file.
Zack accepted the file eagerly, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the amount of money and wonder how he'll react when he sees his Vaults.
After seeing all the contents of his Vaults and withdrawing a few thousand galleons from James Potter's direct account leaving him and his family penniless for now. Until he allowed the allowance to refill every month. After all, he can do anything he wants what the money it belongs to him. Zack is now the head of the family and he could easily disown James Potter his whore of a wife Lilly Evans and his bratty son Harold Sirius Potter to be nameless, homeless and penniless if he chose to.
But right now he's dealing with their punishments taking away their lovely lifestyle and giving them a strict allowance from now on. This is one step of his revenge on The Potters. But right now he is thinking better things to do like stock up on potion supplies several different types of books and purchased several items that may be useful in the nearby future.
Also checking for one of his many properties that's in a very populated area with those muggle parasites it was going to be perfect. Zack needed to vent out his frustrations and anger and using muggle parasites was going to be fun.
First, of course, was potions so Zack headed into the Apothecary …
"now let's see …" Zack pulled out his list and started looking around. He rolled his eyes as he heard a couple of women gossiping about weight loss and skin enhancing potions. Thankfully he had a way to ignore it. The heavily bandaged wizard popped the earbuds in his ears. Music from the iPod made everything better lucky for him to it was one of the many gifts. He got when he was still the hospital … he grabbed a cart with an expanding charm and continued knocking off the items on his list.
After finding everything needed and getting some extra. Zack looked around for the ingredients that went into making a dreamless sleep potion. "lacewing … leeches … snake fangs … porcupine quills … wicked! Dragon blood! That would help stabilize- … hmm or would salamander blood with beetle eyes be better?" Zack held the jar of dragon blood in his right hand, tapping it thoughtfully in time with the music.
It came down to the freshness of the beetle eyes …
Zack reached up intending to grab the jar of beetle eyes, but he didn't get to the jar. Just before he could grab hold of his target his baggy sleeve of his hoodie got snagged on a sharp edge on the shelf pulling his sleeve all the way down revealing his bandaged arm. That's when Zack noticed that his glamour was off and everyone in the store could see his heavily bandaged covered body.
No longer caring what people see or think about him due to his bandages. Zack simply did not place the glamour back on. But only to freeze when he saw that the sharp edge tear through few of the bandages now revealing badly burned skin.
"shit" the young wizard hissed and yanked his arm back. His heart rammed against his ribcage as he cast a quick glance around. Zack didn't care if people saw the bandages it was his burns, that worried him. Just as he was starting to think no one saw the burns he glanced at the jar in his hand and froze …
The reflection of someone was in the glass …
Someone was standing in the aisle behind him and glancing at him through the shelves …
It was one Severus Tobias Snape!
The heavily bandaged wizard gulped in fear. Did he see? In the end Zack decided to force himself to calm down and continue to shop while trying to ignore the potions professor's presence … just listen to the music …
Meanwhile only a few minutes earlier
Severus Snape frowned as he searched the potions supply closet at his own home "I should've grabbed the last of the porcupine quills from my supplies at Hogwarts before leaving. Too late now there no way he wanted to go back and deal with Potter and black any longer than needed" he scowled and decided to go to Diagon Alley.
Floo powder was taken out of a cup next to the fireplace and Snape disappeared in a rush of green flames. The potions master was pleased to see that the place wasn't crowded like it usually was. He went into the Apothecary and looked around.
Frankly, he preferred the potions shop in Knockturn Alley, but most of those shops open later and all he needed was porcupine quills … and maybe some wolfsbane. He took a small basket instead of a cart and started looking around.
Wolf's bane was the first to fall into the potion professor's basket, but before Snape moved on through the shelves something caught his eye between the gaps of the shelves …
A young boy in the next aisle over, perhaps 15 or 16 going by his height, wearing baggy brown hoodie muggle that looks like it was stained in blood, red pants, and black shoes and listening to muggle music playing device. It was rare to find young people truly interested in potions nowadays … even rarer still someone brave enough to run around Diagon Alley in muggle garb. He watched and listened to the boy muttering to himself out loud …"lacewing … leeches … snake fangs … porcupine quills …" Severus raised an eyebrow, he deduced that the boy had planned to make a dreamless sleep potion. That was fairly advanced for his age "wicked! Dragon blood!" the potions master rolled his eyes. Maybe he thought too much of the boy if he gets excited over dragon blood … does the brat even know what's for? The young wizard reached up intending to grab the jar of beetle eyes, possibly to check for freshness, but he didn't get to the jar. Just before he could grab hold of his target the baggy sleeve of his hoodie got snagged on a sharp edge on the shelf pulling his sleeve all the way down and seem to tear through what looks like bandages revealing his arm … his heavily burned arm. That wasn't what shocked Severus the most was that the boy seems to be wearing a glamour on and it seems the glamour was wearing off when the boy's hoodie sleeve was pulled down. Severus' eyes widen to see that the teen was heavily covered in bandages the only things that weren't covered with the bandages were the boys emerald green eyes and his jet black hair. The potions master froze at the sight of the burns. And if the boy's body was covered in bandages that means there are more Burns over his entire body. A rage and protectiveness filled Severus as he watched the boy. If this boy was being abused he will find out and put a stop to it! It didn't matter that this boy wasn't from Hogwarts, he will help.
"shit" the young wizard hissed and yanked his arm back letting the baggy sleeve fall over the burns hiding them from view. Severus felt his heart clench as the boy glanced around almost fearfully and remained tense even after looking back at the jar of dragon blood for several more seconds.
Severus wasn't sure if he should approach the boy yet so he waited until he saw the boy finally relax and go back to getting the beetle eyes. This time with great care the boy picked up the jar and looked at the age.
"salamander blood and beetle eyes it is!" the Boy nodded happily and added the jar of beetle eyes to the cart. Severus watched the boy put the dragon blood away and pull a vial of salamander blood off the shelves. The potions master moved towards the boy casually and took some porcupine quills. The boy grabbed a large set of empty vials and headed for the check out counter.
The old witch behind the counter her eyes widen in seeing the boy and the bandages she smiled said in a caring tone. "busy this time of year I see a young man and I have to ask what happened to you."
"yes, ma'am and it's just a few burns Madam nothing to worry about" the boy smiled as he removed his music playing device from his ears. Severus twitched, it was nice to see manners in young wizards if only Potter and his brat of a son could learn some, but that might be too much to ask of the spoiled Boy Who Lived and his father.
"if you say so dearie and it does this old witch's heart some good to see young wizards getting into potions … oh! Would you like this new edition of a potion book. It's nothing like school books because it teaches you how to build your own potions lab. Most professors don't teach it, but if you decide to brew on your own it might interest you" she offered him an interesting blue book.
"yes I would, thank you!" the young man smiled and the book was added to his total.
Severus moved up to the counter and put his items down next to the boy's things "we don't teach those things because no one under 16 should brew alone" the potion master stepped up to the counter and was speaking without any harshness.
"it's good to see you, Severus. You really should stop by more often" the old witch beamed as the boy handed her a bottomless bag to put his items in." that's a total of 40 gallons … tell me young man do you like brewing potions?" Zack looked at the man as he quickly thought of his answer.
"I love it, I always seem to have a passion when it comes to potions. I love listening to the soft hissing or sounds of a bubbling cauldron it's just music to my ears. despite my potions professor's best efforts. He seems to think I'm an idiot-" Zack said only thinking of his first ever teacher who's hair he turned blue. Zack paid for his purchases and headed out the door and quickly adding a glamour over his bandages. Severus frowned at the comment. No one who knows what dragon blood does is an idiot. Most of his seventh years don't know that! He quickly paid for his purchases and went out the door to find the boy …"where did he go?" the professor frowned as he noticed the boy has disappeared … the boy interested him and worried him a great deal. The boy was brewing alone according to his body language and the boy seemed … terrified, desperate to be safe. Severus wanted to find the boy and help, but he's going to have to find the boy first and with that in mind he heads down the street keeping a look out for the young wizard.
peeking behind a corner in the nearby alley Zack double check to see if the man in the shop was truly gone …
"Bloody hell that was close" gasped Zack as he removed his glamour as he slipped down an alley and waited to see if the man would return.
Seeing no sign of the man Zack let out a Sigh of relief only for a moment as he saw an old newspaper on the floor showing the picture of The Potters being the happy perfect family with their son the boy who lives on the front cover. The brief moment that he felt relaxed and relieved was replaced with anger and raged that seem to be bubbling through his skin. Zack seems to have this impulse to kill the potter's to make them suffer or to make anyone who seems happy to suffer. nodding his head in agreement Zach quickly made his way to the entrance of Knockturn Ally …
Walking into the mouth of Knockturn Alley, Zack walked up to a random shop and opened the door. Zack looked around the dark and dusty shop in curiosity, eyeing the odds and ends piled up everywhere. Zack's eyes briefly flashed to the old woman hiding in the shadows of her shop.
Ignoring the shopkeeper in favor of investigating the items in the shop. Zack himself had to admit that there were many interesting things tucked away in the dark and dusty shop. Zack's eyes widen as he turning to the little old woman hiding in the shadows.
"I'll be taking that band and any others that you have." The woman stepped out of the shadows, wrinkled hands plucking the slave band. You'll never know when you'll need a slave band Zack thought as he turned away from the old woman, Looking around as Zack's eyes landed on magic canceling chains maybe he may need them. He should make sure that his dungeon was able to hold prisoners if needed. Looking around a bit more Zack saw a scythe hanging on one of the displays putting that in the basket of items that he was going to buy.
After paying his purchases Zack headed towards a store called 'Trunks, Pouches, and Bags – For All Purposes'. From what Zack heard it was the best and only shop and he would go to, and get what he needed and be satisfied with his purchase. And to be honest, he needed the best quality for what he planned to do.
Having been served right as he went to the counter by a friendly looking old man with unusually bright amber eyes, he was a little curious. Zack knew from first glance that the man was a half-breed. He didn't care and was surprised to see a half-breed attending to him in a retail store.
And was a shock to see the man didn't treat him differently due to his bandages. "Hello, welcome to Trunks, Pouches, and Bags. How can I help you, young sir?" The half-breed greeted, a tired but genuine smile on his face.
"I would like to place a specific order for a custom trunk."
"Of course. What did you have in mind?" A piece of parchment and quill appeared on the counter, waiting to take the request Zack wanted. "I am looking for something with a lot of room. It must be spacious and withstand even the roughest and brutal weather while remaining in the best condition. I would like the most secure locks, safety enchantments and privacy measures that money can buy as well as safe words and privacy charms and anti-opening charms." Zack listed first.
"How spacious are you requesting?" The man asked, completely focused and listening attentively.
"Very spacious. I would like one compartment to be the size of three acres." Zack paused to see if the man were to deny or protest his request but merely observed the man nodding in agreement and waited for him to continue. And he did, "I request this space to be filled with all necessary living arrangements. Is furniture included in the purchase?" He enquired.
"It can be included. I will need to know any colors you would like and any design wishes for the kitchen and other rooms."
It went on from there, Zack listing his requirements and requests for anything he needed for his custom trunk. "Thank you. I will be back to retrieve it when it's ready." Zack nodded, his eyes appreciative.
Zack had left the store and was headed to the few places he needed to go before the day ended. As he walked by the many stores. After while of walking Zack was annoyed.
Scratch that, he was pissed.
For the past four hours, he had been shopping for his supplies, a new wardrobe, his custom made trunks, and a trunk full of personal supplies he may require in the future. It was going so well until he ended up having a confrontation with a Hag, a perverted stranger and a suspicious fortune-teller that would not stop asking him to read his fortune. Now he has an unknown stalker following him, He needs to kill something and soon.
Meanwhile
Severus looked at the glass of Firewhiskey in his hand as he sat in his living room at Spinner's End. He absentmindedly rocked the glass lightly, watching the liquid swish and listened to the ice clink …
No matter what he did he could not shake the young man he met this afternoon from his mind … Tom told him a little bit, but not much …
the young man was scared. Mistreated and very scared, but of what … or who? From people, he's related to? All he knows is that the potion master the boy mentioned was a fool for trying to crush a talented boy's spirits.
The young man could have made a run for it and got help from the ministry … unless someone in the ministry is involved with his mistreatment. It would explain why the boy wasn't getting help … it's possible, but he can't be sure until he speaks with the boy.
An image of James Potter and his brat of a son crossed his mind and he scoffed "Potter has no clue how lucky he and his son is. The damn Brat whines about not having his broomstick when there are people like that young man struggling to survive"
Survival … he could feel that there was much more to young man's story.
If the ministry is involved he will have to be careful, but it won't stop him helping this young man...
