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'French thoughts'

"French speech"

'English thoughts'

"English speech"

This method is reversed in flashbacks

Chapter 2: Memories

Eyes slowly opening, this time the emerald green that he was born with, Triton let out a groan. As he stretched out on his bed he looked around his apartment. It looked like any usual muggle apartment. It had a stove, microwave and even a tv. Nowhere in sight were there any moving pictures. In fact, there weren't any pictures visible at all. It was barren, as if it was a hotel room that hof only ever been used the night before. There were no clothes laying on the floor and no trash in the bins. It had one recliner chair sitting near the kitchen area but the rest of the floor seemed empty. Still, it had a small cozy feel to it. It was a one bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen setup. The only way one would know it was a magical dwelling were the extremely small runes scribbled across the wire coverings that were there to protect from any magic that might be used. That or the hidden but severely strong wards. Triton knew that it was highly unlikely for him to be found surrounded in a building full of muggles when all of his clients and targets were magicals, but he would rather have that last safety measure than leave it up to chance. People in his line of work who tended to get careless generally weren't afforded that luxury for very long.

As he started to get dressed he reflected on the agreement he had made the previous night. This was the first time he had ever taken up a job as a bodyguard for someone who wasn't high up in the political food chain. The bodyguard jobs that he did usually take included politicians that were going to places that they weren't supposed to and couldn't take their normal detail for fear of being noticed. Those politicians could generally be trusted to be spineless enough that they would obey his commands to stay alive. however , having a teenage girl to watch over might make it a little trickier. He would have to keep a constant eye on both himself and on another person with the added benefit of the protected not being trained. That would only make him have to watch them closer in a fight. It also meant that his focus in fights had to be more limited to one or two people rather than area wide spells that might hit the Delacours.

While going through the mental list of what he would have to change in his style to incorporate the Delacours, he started thinking about where they would be heading. His home country would be hosting the the world cup and that meant going to a place that he would rather forget. He never thought that he would be going back there by his own will, but here he was agreeing to a job that would take him right back. Even though it wasn't to the place he had lived and now detested, it was still a place he could see the people that he would rather not have to deal with for the rest of his life.

Living with the Potters was never a physical trauma. He was never beaten, spanked, or slapped. He was just simply ignored. His parents rarely cooked for him and when they did it was never specifically for him. It was usually when they made too much food and had left overs that they expected to clean up. Those were the meals he cherished most. It made him feel like his parents actually cared. Like they had done something for him. Instead he was generally taken care of by the house elves. They fed him, brought him old toys from Thomas's room, and taught him how to play games that other kids usually played.

However by showing him these games it had the opposite effect of what the elves intended. Many of the games were meant to be played with multiple people. This just reinforced the fact that he had no one to play with him. Whenever he tried to get his parents to play they brushed him off and when he tried to get his brother to play he would just laugh at him and would always say "Who would want to play games with a loser?".

This neglect of attention might have seemed small, but for a kid it damages their developing mind. Young kids are always seeking approval from the people that they deem the authority figures in their life. When these figures never acknowledge anything from the kid it gets to them. They start thinking that they aren't doing enough or that they aren't doing something right. It was what drove Triton to the library and into the pages that were filled with knowledge. He wanted the ability to impress his parents. To show them that he was worthy of the attention that they were giving Thomas. He had no idea of any of the outside influences that were making his parents focus Thomas over him. He only knew that they liked Thomas better. This thought process led him to remembering the first time he had tried to show his parents that he could do magic.

It was evening at Potter manor and a 5 year old boy with messy black locks and vivid green eyes was sitting on a cushioned chair. He had three books scattered around the chair and a table in front of him. On this table sat three cubes. As he looked at the cubes his gaze intensified and they became the only things that he could focus on. After a few moments the cubes started to rise and slowly the started to spin in a circle. It had taken him a month to get this down. The first couple days he had tried the cubes had barely wiggled. The next week he started to get them to rise slowly and the following one was dedicated to holding them aloft. The final week of the month was spent trying to get the cubes to move in the circular motion that he wanted them to.

With his confidence at an all time high, holding the three cubes he had just been floating, he walked down out of the library and over to the dinner table where his mother was feeding Thomas. "Hey mom I want to show you something." Harry shouted.

"Not now Harry I'm just finishing feeding Thomas. Can it wait for a little bit?" she asked without turning around. Harry's face fell slightly but quickly went back to a smile. She had implied that she would watch when she was done so he would wait. After about 5 minutes of Lily feeding Thomas dinner she turned around. Thomas started whining. "I want my cookie now." he said with as much authority as a 5 year old could muster.

"Not now. After Harry shows me what he wants to show me." Lily replied to Thomas as she turned back to Harry.

With excitement Harry went to set the blocks down in front of him. Just as he was about to lift them he heard Thomas scream "I want my cookie now."

When Lily turned around she was greeted to the sight of a cookie zooming from the pile into one of Thomas's little chubby outstretched hands. A smile broke out on Lily's face.

"Oh my boy is going to be such a powerful wizard." exclaimed Lily as she lifted Thomas out of his seat. Thomas let out a few giggles as he waved he arms around happily from being lifted. All the while Harry's face had turned into a frown. He slowly started to walk back to the library. All thoughts of showing his trick to his mother forgotten. As he sat back on the seat that was only vacated 10 minutes ago he started tearing up.

'Why? Why does he always get all of the attention? I wanted to show mom something but he just had to go and ruin it. She probably would have told me that I was just trying to copy what Thomas did.' These thoughts were running through his head after he had been sitting on the seat for a few minutes.

Slowly the world came back into focus as Triton came out of his memory. It was the first time that he had ever truly felt that he could never stack up to his brother in the mind of his parents. That his parents would never look at him with that same sparkle in their eyes that they looked at Thomas with. It was also the day that he had vowed to become the best that he could. To show the people that he would meet that he wasn't below Thomas in skill.

A benefit that came from having no one to play with was that he could practice magic throughout the day. He had all of the knowledge he needed in the books that surrounded him. However he was still a kid. That meant that he generally skipped the instructions of how to do things and went straight to the part of what the result was supposed to look like. This had a unique effect on his learning. Rather than learning the different incantations for each spell, he learned how to shape his magic to his will. With no guidance from people that learned from the way that magic was currently taught, he began to make his own ideas about how he should use magic. He needed neither a wand nor words to make his magic obey his commands.

For the next few years Triton was only ever visited by one adult. His godfather, Sirius Black, was the one person in Harry's life that showed him any affection that was above a minimal amount. Remus Lupin was always polite and smiled at Harry, but he was Thomas's godfather. That meant while he liked Harry, he felt like he had an obligation to stay around Thomas.

It was this one bond that kept Harry happy throughout the years. While he was never treated like a normal child from his parents, Sirius would always come to play with him and bring him gifts on Christmas and his birthday. This was why Harry almost broke when he received nothing on his ninth birthday. It was also the day he thought he had lost the last of the adults to Thomas. Triton started to think about that fateful day. One of the most disappointing, terrifying, and rewarding days that he had ever had

Harry, now nine years old, peeked out of the doorway of the library. He could see the pile of presents and the group of people that were there for Thomas but Harry didn't care about those things. He was looking for the silky black hair and the roguish grin with pearly teeth that indicated the presence of his godfather. He waited for hours. He waited through all of the sounds of the party including the singing of happy birthday and the moans of approval from the taste of the cake. After all of the general noise of the party had died down he poked his head back out of the doorway but still didn't see Sirius. As he slowly crept down the hallway towards the kitchen he could see his brother playing with some toy models of famous quidditch players. When he got to the doorway he could see his father looking at some papers. James then looked at Lily and spoke "I need to make a trip to Gringotts to talk about some of the investment situations."

It was at this point that Thomas looked up from playing with his toys. "Can I go to the alley? Please please please?" Thomas started to beg. James thought about it "I guess that would be ok." he then turned and looked at Lily. "Would you be able to take him through the alley while I get my business done honey?"

Lily nodded her head "of course I can." she then bent down and looked at Thomas. "And where would my little champion like to go today?"

Thomas had gotten up and was bouncing on the tips of his toes. "Quidditch shop. I want to go look at the new Cleansweep 7 that just came out." Thomas exclaimed.

James gave a small chuckle and went to ruffle Thomas's hair. Spoken like a true Potter. I know you'll be a great quidditch player." He then turned towards the fireplace and started walking towards it while looking over his shoulder. "Come on we can floo there and be back before it gets too late." With that said all three of them were whisked away by green flames and when the flames died down the house was left eerily quiet.

The green eyes that had watched the whole situation had become downcast. 'They didn't even remember me.' the thought went through his head. 'I wanted to get something too. Maybe I can catch up with them.' With that thought in mind he walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a pinch of floo powder. As he stepped in he threw the powder down and in a clear voice said "The Leaky Cauldron. The world spun around him for a few second until it slowed for a brief moment and he was spat out into the pub he had just said the name of. As he got up and looked around he could see a few patrons looking at him, wondering why a kid had come through the floo without a parental chaperone. Luckily the bartender Tom was too busy collecting a group's order to go check on the kid who just came through.

Walking into the back alley Harry came face to face with a brick wall. He remembered his parents opening the wall when he was younger by tapping a specific brick but he couldn't remember which one. So he resolved to wait for some other people to walk through. It only took a few of minutes for a younger couple walk into the alley. Not even noticing the small child off to the side, caught up in each other, the couple tapped the brick that would allow them into the alley and continued through.

Slipping through the opening before the bricks could close again Harry had to stop for a moment to look around. Sights and smells invaded his senses. Harry started wandering through the alley just trying to experience all that he could. He hadn't been here for a couple of years and he forgot the rush of being in such a wonderful place. As he continued walking aimlessly, he unknowingly stepped into a side alley. Confused as to why it got darker Harry started to look around. Noticing that he had no idea where he was he started to panic. Not seeing the figure come up behind him he almost jumped out of his skin when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Woah there kid I was just thinking you looked like you could use some help." the stranger said to him. Harry nodded "I was looking for my parents when I got lost. Do you think you can help me find them mister?" The man put on a gentle smile "Of course kid just follow me."

As he started leading Harry down the alley, Harry noticed that it seemed to be getting darker. "Uh mister." Harry gently poked the man's side. "I don't think that we're going the right way." The man just reassured Harry. "This is just a shortcut. We'll be back onto the main street in no time." Harry didn't like the feeling that he was getting from this guy so he stopped. "No. I'm not going anywhere but back the way we just came." The man just sighed. "Well I guess that means I'll have to carry you the rest of the way." That was the last thing he heard before he saw a flash of red and then complete darkness.

When Harry awoke, his mind was a little groggy. He tried to stretch out his legs but couldn't. When he looked down he saw that his arms were tied to his sides and his legs were tied together. When he started to squirm he heard a chuckle. "You can stop that now. You are tied up pretty good. There is no way that you are getting out of those. Harry heard a voice from behind him. Harry used his feet to rotate him around so that he could see the man. He was a middle aged man with a short stature, slightly balding head, and yellow teeth that looked like they were beginning to rot.

"Where am I?" Harry asked the man. The man just looked at him amused. "You are at one of our safe houses and we are just waiting for our contact to come pick you up." This alarmed Harry. "I didn't agree to go anywhere." Harry exclaimed. The man let out a little chuckle, but this one had a slight menacing tone to it. "Neither did any of the other kids we picked up buddy." Harry started to struggle again before the man gave him a light kick. "Oh stop it will you. It's easier for us if you just stay still and it will be less painful for you." the man stated. Harry gave a glare at the man.

The sound of a door opening stopped Harry's glare and when he rolled his body over to look he saw the man who he had met in the alley. The man looked over to his partner. "Has he been giving you any problems?" the man asked. "Just a little bit of wiggling and shouting. Nothing too serious." the shorter man replied. "Good. That makes this job a little easier then. Bernard said he should be here in about half an hour."

The man walked over to Harry before squatting down in front of Harry's downed form. "When our contact comes here you are going to go with him a he will lead you to a new life." the man informed Harry. "No. I don't want to go." The man smirked at Harry. "You act like we are giving you a choice. You will be going. Why would you even want to stay here? It's not like your parents are even looking for you." he said that just to put a little panic in the kid but for Harry it struck a cord a little too close to home and he looked down in anger. Seeing that he had struck a nerve the captor decided to have a little fun.

"Why would you even want to go back? They probably don't even want you. You were just a burden to them." Harry was becoming distraught. This man was dredging up all of his fears about his family. "Stop it." Harry shouted. The captor seemed to enjoy Harry's breakdown. "You were just a waste of space in their home. Something they had to put up with and didn't care about." Harry was starting to hyperventilate. His legs had curled to the fetal position. "Stop stop stop." he pleaded. The captor only seemed to get egged on by this. His partner even had a small grin. "I bet they would have given you to us by choice if we had given them the chance. Dropped you at the first chance they had." Harry felt a rush of anger at the last comment. He knew his parents didn't care as much for him, but they would never give him to this person.

"They saw what you really were. A waste of potential. Something that would never amount to anything." With that last statement it was like he was stepping over Harry's strongest hopes and dream. Suddenly Harry's anger overflowed and a scowl broke and his face. In as deep of a voice as a nine year old could muster he ground out three words with each being strongly punctuated. "I. Said. Stop."

With the last word a brief burst of power left Harry. The pipes burst through the wall spilling water into the air. Both men gave a little start. The one leaning over him just chuckled. "I guess you aren't completely useless. But that's not gonna stop where you are gonna be going soon." With that last piece said Harry bit out another sentence. "Just leave me alone." and with the final word in that statement the water droplets in the air froze for a few before hardening into ice. The two kidnappers jumped up with a touch of nervousness. The one that had been taunting him turned to him with a scowl. "Stop this before I kick your teeth in."

The last comment was the straw that broke the camel's back. He might have been neglected, but he was never beaten and he had no desire for that to start. So with just the intent to rid himself of these to men he pushed more magic out. He closed his eyes and curled a little tighter. "No. Why don't you just go away."

With that last sentence he pushed what was left of the magic he could control out of his body. For a second nothing happened. Then a short whistle could be heard. Then another. And another. This happened until twenty of these whistling noises happened simultaneously.

All Harry heard after the whistling had died down was the two loud thumps, like sacks of potatoes being dropped. When harry opened his eyes he was treated to a gruesome sight. Both men were littered with tiny holes. Both men were face up with glassy eyes staring blankly towards the ceiling. The magic that had been holding the ropes tight tapered off and Harry was finally able to move. Harry started pedaling himself back as fast as possible until his back hit a wall. He was horrified by the sight. He was horrified that it had been him who had created it. He knew he would be in trouble if anyone found him here so he ran out the door into the unknown city.

With his exit through the door. Came the exiting of that particular memory. It was the first time in his life that he had ended someone else's. But however much despair and terror that day had put into him, he had gained something useful, something that he would use to define himself in the years to come. His power over water had been another first time that had happened that day. Later in the day after he escaped he had vowed that he would never be as helpless as he had been when he had been captured. He spent the next couple of years honing all of his magical skills, especially his new water powers. This all led up to his discovery of the French magical community as well as his wand and legacy. The wand he was currently twirling in his hand.

It had been 2 years since Harry had been transported into the city of Paris by his kidnappers. His appearance had become a little thinner, losing much of the baby fat that he had once had. He had also lost that childish innocence that every kid starts life with. He had become more emotionless, and less caring to the people that he hurt. When he had initially escaped from his captors his first thought had been to immediately find the nearest floo to go back home but was stopped short by the nagging voice in his head. It kept asking him if his parents would ever even want him back. They never acknowledged him when he was just their son, so how would they react when they knew their son was a killer. This train of thought was what had kept him from going home. It had been hard for him in the beginning. He didn't know any French and had to sneak into the library to learn the language from there. He also had to provide for himself. There were nights that he slept in cardboard boxes or behind dumpsters. However, throughout all of his hardships his control over magic grew. His need to be stronger than the other street urchins had given him the drive to control his magic. It was one of the main things that set him apart from all of the other kids that lived on the street. He didn't need to actually stick his hand in the tourists' pockets for him to get their wallets. He could be a safe distance away so if he ever failed that tourist wouldn't be able to find the one who was trying to pickpocket him.

He had also been training in his water powers. He could now conjure water, which was a huge boon. It helped him when he was being harassed by other orphans who thought that he would be an easy target because he was alone. If they would chase him they would find that random patches of ice seemed to appear in their way. If they got too close they would find themselves getting hit with ice cubes. And if they managed to grab actually catch and constrain Harry, they would find their hands getting frostbite from where they were holding him. This was another one of the small advantages that his powers gave him. He didn't feel the cold. He wasn't affected by the snowy winters like the other kids were. In fact that was where he shined. When it snowed he was at his strongest. People tended to only want to get out of the cold and wouldn't pay as much attention to their surroundings. Harry would also be surrounded by his element. Ice was everywhere and that meant he had an excess of ammunition against other kids or inconspicuous distractions on the adults. He could trip adults by making the snow become hard ice so that he could grab their wallets before they could orient themselves. He also had a trump card against anyone coming for him. It was designed for men like the ones who took him last time. Harry would conjure water and then turn it into hundreds of small frozen disks. He would then shoot the disks in all

However his final ability was his most useful for his thieving antics. The ability to blend in with the crowd and disappear. He was a metamorphmagus. Or at least a partial one. He couldn't change his height, weight, or completely change body parts. But he could change his hair length and color, change his eye color, and move the bones in his face to change his facial structure. It made disappearing into a crowd so much easier as well as gave him the ability to rob the grocery store without them getting suspicious from seeing the same kid.

All of this practice in stealing had led him the person he was following. It was just turning from winter to spring and people were starting to shed their heavy snow jackets. The man looked decently wealthy. He was walking quickly through the streets and it seemed as if people were parting so that the man could pass them with more ease. The strange thing was that the people didn't even seem to notice they were doing it. Before the mark could get too far Harry reached into his pocket with magic and gently lifted the cloth that was in there. However instead of a wallet falling onto the ground as Harry expected, a leather pouch fell onto the sidewalk. Now curious as to why the man was carrying around an old pouch Harry looked inside. What he saw made his eyes widen and his gaze to snap back to the man he had just pickpocketed. Inside the bag were ten gold coins. Harry quickly resumed following the man until he suddenly turned into a pub that Harry had never noticed before. That was strange to Harry because he had completely memorised this part of Paris. It was a necessity if he wanted to make a quick getaway while still being able to find his way back home. However the more that he stared at the pub, the more his eyes started to look at the stores around it. 'No.' he thought he needed to focus. This was the first sign of magic that he had encountered since his escape and he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers so easily.

'Come on. Focus." Harry thought. With that thought circulating through his head he continued his walk towards the pub. As he finally made his way through the pub's door the pressure on his mind evaporated, leaving him with the ability to finally check his surroundings. He found many people looking at the kid who just stumbled through the door of the pub. Before anyone could start asking questions he saw the man walking through a doorway with the sign "Entrée à la maison de la magie" hanging above it. Quickly following after the man he went through the still open door and was hit with a similar wave of magic, sights, and smells that Diagon Alley had set upon him.

Looking around the area, he found that it was less packed than he remembered Diagon Alley being, but that might just be because of the time of year. As he walked down the street his head was on a swivel trying to take in everything that this place had to offer. While walking down the street he saw a sign that exclaimed "Favager wands. The best wand forgers since 1318." When looking at the sign Harry felt a slight pull of attraction from the shop. Deciding to explore this strange feeling he opened the door to the shop and heard the light tinkle of the bell from above the door. Taking three steps into the shop, Harry stopped his short walk. He looked all around the shop and all he could see were rows upon rows of jars and boxes. Trying to get a feel from where the pull was coming from he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and spun to face the area immediately. Seeing what had given him a small fright, Harry slightly relaxed. When he gazed upon the wand forger he saw the man staring intently at him. The man was an older fellow with a head of white hair that stood up like he was an evil scientist and wrinkles that looked like they had just started to set in. Starting to get annoyed at being looked at, Harry bit out a sentence that held a slight scathing quality to it.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" came the question from Harry. The man kept looking at Harry for a few more seconds with an inquisitive stare before muttering an answer. "Just trying to understand." the man replied.

At his answer Harry just got confused. Seeing the look upon the young boy's face the man took it upon himself to relieve some of the mystery of the statement. "I, like my ancestors before me, am a person who is able to feel the auras that all witches and wizards produce. Using the information that we gather from the person we are able to better forge wands specifically for each customer. However you have a tinge to your aura. One that I haven't seen before nor have any of my predecessors recorded. That is why I wanted to understand what it was before I went any further in this meeting."

At his explanation Harry knew what he was talking about. Throughout all of his reading in Potter manor he had never ran into anything about spells giving the ability to control an element to the degree that Harry did. He thought it was just a rare ability like his metamorphmagus abilities but now it seemed like it was even more rare. Clearing his throat, Harry went to pose a question. "Do you talk about anything you learn from your customers Sir?" Harry asked.

The Favager male just gently shook his head before giving his answer. "Because I and my family are forgers, we generally learn some things that are personal about our clients so that we can forge wands that are the best suited for the way they live their lives. For example two people who have similar auras might have completely different attitudes and responses to different situations. If they both lean towards charms, one might have an aggressive lifestyle that would be favoured for duelling while the other may have a passive lifestyle that favors enchantments and wards. So in the process of trying to learn more about our customers we have a policy to not give away information about our patrons. Anything that is shared here will stay between us. And please, call me Aldric."

As the man finished his answer Harry thought it over before weighing the pros and cons of telling this man about his abilities. Finally coming to the decision that he could get more from getting a strong focus than keeping his secret from one man, he started to tell the man before him about his abilities.

"I have the ability to control water. Better than any spell that I have seen that gives the user control over a certain element." As he said this Aldric's eyes closed as his brow furrowed in thought. After a minute he opened his eyes with a knowing glint. "Would you be able to show me?" he asked. Harry gave a nod to the man before focusing on conjuring water and freezing it so that it started snowing in the shop. Aldric looked around amused and with a knowing smile. "My ancestor Cyril, the one who started this shop, spoke about one customer who came to him when he had just finished his journey to becoming a forging master. He said that the man nearly burnt down the area around them when he asked the man to show off his abilities. The man was an elemental. I'm assuming that you are one too. And I am also assuming that you don't know how rare the gift is." Harry gave a quick shake of his head to indicate that he didn't know much about the facts surrounding his abilities. Aldric gave a small nod like Harry had only confirmed what he already knew. "There have only been a few elementals throughout history, but they tend to make splashes in its pages. Whether it be from the wizard being power hungry or from the government of the time trying to control something that was out of its sphere of influence. Just be careful of showing these abilities before you are fully ready for the backlash. You might never be left alone once you step into the spotlight."

The lengthy explanation ended with the aging man pulling out his wand and waving it towards the back. This action caused various boxes and jars to come zooming to the table next to the two. "If you would be willing could you please see if any of these parts create that special spark?" Harry shook his head and Aldric only tilted his head in askance.

"The reason I came into this shop was because I felt a slight pull on my magic. Nothing on this table is the object creating that feeling." At the explanation Aldric gained a look of understanding before giving him a task. "Well then why don't you reach out with your magic and see if you can connect with that tug."

With his objective now known Harry went to try and feel the pull that had made him enter the shop. Following the metaphorical string, he saw it split into two and continued into different parts of the store. Following the one to the left he finally found the item that was giving him the slight pull. Deciding to bring the item to him, he gave it a 'slight' tug. However instead of the bottle gently floating to him like he intended, it smashed through a glass jar before Harry had to duck to dodge the flying box that whizzed just above his head before hitting the inside of the store's front wall. Getting back up from below the desk Harry had a guilty look set upon his face. When the boy looked up at the older man he saw Aldric doing his very best to not start convulsing with laughter.

"Hahahahahaha." Aldric finally let out. "Maybe just a little less power this time."

Harry gave a sheepish nod before following the string of magic again. This time the string led almost straight towards the back of the shop. Deciding to take it a little easier this time, he chose a different method. Instead of giving the item a tug, he started reeling it in like one would with a fishing pole. Slowly a jar of green powder came from the back shelves and gently landed on the table. After it landed harry got up from his seat and went to pick up the box from his first attempt at bringing his wand components to him. When both components were sitting in front of Aldric the man took a closer look at them.

He then pointed to the jar that Harry had brought out second. This is powder that comes from the crushed scale of a sea serpent in this" he said pointing to the box "is wood from a water oak that sits in Greece. It currently resides just outside the temple that is dedicated to Poseidon. Fitting don't you think." He gave a look to both components. "Both pieces are equally interesting. For starters, water oaks tend to wither and die with a short lifespan. However this specific tree has been standing since the days of ancient Greece. Whether it is protected by a wizard's doing or by divine intervention I do not know." He then picked up the jar. "The sea serpent used to roam the ocean free to do as they pleased. But as the naval power of the european countries grew they started to get hunted for sport. They were seen as the ultimate predator of the oceans and many thought that by slaying them they could gain some or all of the beasts power. All this accomplished was driving the species to near extinction. There are still some that roam the seas but sightings are few and far between. This was a scale taken from one of the last serpents to be hunted before the hunting of them was banned by the governments for fear of completely eradicating the species." He then gave a hum in thought. "Normally the cost for these parts would be quite high." This caused Harry to slightly panic. He only had the money that he had lifted off of the man from earlier. "But since you shared a very personal secret with me and the fact that I probably will never sell any wand with these parts, let us set the price at nine galleons."

Harry let out a sigh of relief. He then pulled the pouch out of his pocket and pulled out one galleon before dumping the rest into his opposite hand. He then fave the stack of gold to the man in front of him. Accepting the payment the man started to move towards the back of the shop. Pausing at the door that presumably led to his work station he looked back before stating "the wand should be done in a few hours. Will you still be in alley?" Harry gave a nod. "Then I bid you adieu." With that said Aldric slipped through the doorway and closed the door behind him.

Harry then had the dilemma of how he should spend the next few hours. Flipping the last galleon he had between his knuckles he walked out of the store. Looking around for what he wanted to do to kill time he saw a building that could possibly help him. Looking like a replica of the one in Britain, the Gringotts stood tall, proud, and gleaming above the surrounding buildings. He hadn't been able to find France's magical population before now, so he had no way of accessing any of his funds. But now that he was here he might able to ease his living situation considerably.

Walking up to the front doors he saw armored goblins standing at attention on either side. He gave them a slight nod as he walked through the doors of the bank. Looking for a line to enter he saw a few tellers available. Walking to the closest one he stood in front of the desk and waited for the teller to signal to him. The seconds stretched into minutes as Harry's face grew more and more pinched. Having enough of being ignored Harry cleared his throat.

The goblin reluctantly looked up from the paperwork that he had been doing. "Is there something you need, child." he spoke in a harsh tone. Harry wanted to send back a biting retort but then thought better of it. He really needed the goblin's help. "I was just wondering if I could be taken to someone that can do tests to see what assets I have at my disposal." Harry said this in the most polite tone he possessed. The goblin just peered down at him from the desk. "We can. For a fee." This worried Harry. He didn't have any money beyond the galleon readily available.

"Would it be possible to pay from one of the vaults that would show up from my tests?" Harry asked the teller.

The teller gave a low growl "And what if you don't have any vaults?"

Harry leaned in so that he wouldn't be overheard. "My last name is Potter. I know that I have my trust vault. I just want to see if I have any other money at my disposal."

"Fine. But if you are lying there will be severe consequences." Harry nodded his head that he understood then followed the teller as he hopped off of his seat. He trailed the goblin through the various twists and turns that made up the halls of Gringotts. They finally stopped in front of a door that held a plaque that held the words "Gnarltooth: inheritances and rituals". The goblin knocked on the door and waited for a response. When he got an affirmative answer he started to turn around. "This is where I leave you. For your sake I really hope you weren't lying." He walked away with a nasty grin plastered across his face. Harry put on a face of confidence and then pushed the door open. Harry was surprised when he saw the goblin behind the desk. Instead of looking like most of the tellers who had greying hair and wrinkles, this one had a small black goatee with a full head of combed black hair.

Without looking up from his papers Gnarltooth pointed to the seat in front of Harry. "Sit." Harry did so almost immediately. He could feel that Gnarltooth was much more dangerous than the teller he had just had the pleasure of dealing with. When the department manager finally lifted his head from the papers it had been buried in, he just stared at Harry. Without saying anything or giving any warning Gnarltooth put a bowl and a knife in front of Harry. The implication was clear. Harry nervously picked up the knife. Bracing himself for the pain he expected to come he sliced his palm and was surprised when he felt none. He looked at his hand to see the wound slowly closing. After a few seconds the blank parchment in front Gnarltooth started to get filled out. The goblin waited for the writing to stop before speaking.

"It appears you were telling the truth Mr. Potter. Sorry for the hostility. Would you like to go over the results?" Despite the previous tension Harry gave an excited nod. "Look over the sheet and then you can ask me any questions you have.

Name: Hadrian Potter

Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans

Father: James Potter

Inheritances

Second son of Potter main line

Possible heir of the Peverells

Vaults

Potter trust vault: 1000 galleons. To be refilled upon birthday until majority

Abilities

Water elemental

Partial metamorphmagus

Harry looked up from reading the paper. It was nice to know that he had a bit of money to fall back on. He was still confused by one thing though. "What does it mean by possible heir of the Peverells?"

Gnarltooth had an expectant look upon his face when he asked the question. "The Peverells are an extremely old family although the name has since died out. They last generation of Peverells only had one daughter and she married into the Potter line. The title of Lord Peverell was not one that was just passed down from father to son. To promote strength in the family the founder of the line created the Lord's ring that would test if one was worthy of leading the family. Ever since the name has died out their has not been a Lord Peverell. A few of the Potters have tried to claim the title but the ring has rejected them. The ring only tests a person once."

Harry looked intrigued at the story. "Would it be possible to try the ring on?" Gnarltooth gave him a piercing look. "You do understand that if you should fail that you will not get another chance to lead the house correct?"

Harry gave an affirmative nod. "I get that I only get one chance. I know I'm ready." With his confirmation given, Gnarltooth turned back to his desk before sending a pulse of magic into it. He waited until the cabinet glowed before he opened it to reveal a case now inside of the previously empty drawer.

He placed the case down in front of Harry. "Good luck Mr. Potter. I hope you live up to your own expectations." Harry looked down at the case with trepidation before reaching down and opening it. On the cushions lay a ring made of obsidian that had a small indent in the center for what looked to be a small gem, however it was empty. The back of the small indent held the Peverell coat of arms, a triangle with a circle connecting the three sides and a line bisecting the circle. Harry took a deep breath to calm his racing heart before putting the ring on. The second the ring was resting on his finger it felt like a foreign substance was injected into his magic. It raced all around his body, continuously searching. For what Harry did not know. After what felt like ages the feeling slipped away. Panicking because of the loss of feeling, he looked up to see Gnarltooth smiling.

"Congratulations Mr. Potter. Or should I say Lord Peverell." Harry looked back to his hand only to see that the ring had resized to fit his hand. He let out a sigh of relief. Gnarltooth then pointed at the previously used bowl. "If you could put some more blood in there we can get the updated results. Harry grabbed the knife and cut his palm in the same place. The paper started to fill out in a similar fashion as it did previously. Harry took a look at the new results and saw that most of it was the same, though there were some minor changes.

Name: Hadrian Potter

Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans

Father: James Potter

Inheritances

Second son of Potter main line

Lord Peverell

Vaults

Potter trust vault: 1,000 galleons. To be refilled upon birthday until majority

Peverell Family vault: 15,000 galleons. Assorted tomes and weapons

Abilities

Water elemental

Partial metamorphmagus

Harry thought about the amount and found that it was a good amount to start with, but he would need to start making his own money within the next few years. He then looked up at gnarltooth with a confused look. "I thought you said the Peverells were an ancient family. What happened to all of the wealth?"

"Most of the wealth went to the Potter family after the Peverell name died out, however the Peverells were borderline obsessive about collecting knowledge. Many of the tomes inside of the vault are one of a kind or extremely rare. The tomes haven't been touched for years due to the fact that only a Peverell could come and take them out." Harry gained a determined look. "Would it be possible to put all of those books in an expanded trunk with all of the security charms you guys can put on it?" Harry asked of the goblin.

"We can. However you will need to sign this document authorizing it as well as a 500 galleon fee. This fee covers the cost of the trunk, ritual, and the labor of getting all of the books."

Harry went and signed the parchment. Gnarltooth then took the parchment. "Would you like the money to be taken from the trust vault or the Peverell vault?" Harry was about to reply from the Potter vault but then a thought occurred to him. If he started taking money out of his trust vault then his parents would be able to see the transactions. He didn't want the possibility of having to deal with them. "Take it from the Peverell vault." He then went to ask a question. "Do you guys do muggle credit cards?"

Gnarltooth nodded. "We do. We usually have a 3% transaction fee for the conversion, but since the Peverell's have been with the bank since the beginning we will waive that charge."

Harry bowed his head in thanks. They lapsed into silence as they waited for Harry's request to go through. Harry was sitting in the office for thirty minutes before a goblin came into the office with a trunk on his shoulder. He then set it down and shrunk it before handing it to Harry. "Tap the chest when you want to unshrink it. The lock is keyed to your blood. If this will be all Lord Peverell, then I bid you a good day. Ripfang will lead you to the lobby."

Harry gave a slight bow as he left the office and followed the goblin through the hallway. Before long they were back in the lobby and Harry quickly exited the building. Harry looked at the large clock that was on the front of the building. Seeing that he had been in the bank for five hours, he started to head back to Favagers. Walking into the store he saw Aldric sitting at the table that his wand parts had once sat on. He also had an inviting grin on his face. "Twelve and a half inches. Good as a jack of all trades in magic but is suited to cast the elemental magic you possess. Why don't you give wave?"

The wand was a deep brown with grooves along the sides that looked like rolling waves. Harry picked up the wand and felt a surge of power go through his body. His magic sung at being united with the main instrument it would now use. Aldric just nodded before he started to get up and walked to the back of the store. "I expect to see your splash in the upcoming years young elemental." With his statement finished he completely disappeared into the sight.

Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, he left the shop in a hurry. Almost running through the street he went through the entrance door and exited out of the pub back into muggle Paris. He had some books to learn from.

Triton slowly stopped twirling his wand as he looked out of the window. It was dark outside. He had lost a day due to reminiscing. Oh well it's not like he actually had anything to do. With that thought he walked back to his bed and crashed down on it. The pain of dredging up these memories making him feel exhausted.