Hello everyone, here is a new chapter. I've no excuses at why it took it so long, actually a few. While I was writing this story I did write another story at the same time. Then at the end of April my parents took me to Denemarken for a holiday, and then I forgot about it. Well, here it is, enjoy!
A new start
Drip… drip… drip… Were the sounds of water falling in the water that caused ripples that moved through the water until it hit a young healthy boy whom lay there on his back. The boy had unruly black, wild hair with bangs hiding his eyes and framing his face. He was tall, slightly muscular giving him an athletic appearance if the stretching of his shirt was any indicating. A groan escaped his lips when he moved his hand, rubbing his eyes before they slowly fluttered open, revealing bright, emerald eyes that shone with power before it slowly dimmed but shone with wisdom beyond his ages.
With straining his muscles he worked himself in sitting position before he slowly moved his head to left and then to the right, his eyes taking in his surrounding as memories crawled back. 'Right, I'm in the Chamber of Secrets, but what just happened?'
Suddenly flashes of memories shot through his mind, giving him a headache while screams escaped his throat. 'The first victim of that monster was found on the third floor…' His hands shot to his head, his body shook uncontrollable while he screamed. 'We need an expert, professor Lockhart could help us.' A burning sensation consumed his body as he trashed around, hands desperately clawing on his cloth, ripping them off. 'This the end of the line boys, I wasn't fast enough to safe the young girl and you turned mad when you discovered her lifeless body.' Eyes shot open, revealing unholy emerald flares that poured out of him, as did his scar. 'Not Harry! Please, Not Harry! Take me instead, please!'
"M-mother…" Harry gasped, his hands clawed at his shirt, ripping it off his chest while he writhed when suddenly a headache formed in his head that increased his pain when a second scream joined his. This scream was not one like Harry, but high, cold and desperately. "No, I won't lose! You can't escape from me… Harry Potter!"
A second cry escaped Harry's throat while he writhed on the cold, wet floor. His hands are searching for something to grasp before they clawed on his bare chest, leaving wounds behind. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone you bastard!"
The voice of Harry Potter and the Dark Lord Voldemort filled the Chamber both were screaming while a black column of fog rose out of Harry's scar and floated above him and taking a form. Crimson eyes opened and stared in furry at Harry's face that was beaded in sweat, lips parted while he stared defiantly at the Dark Lord. Slowly the Dark Lord's face took a sharper form when Harry screamed, his hand gripped the fang of the Basilisk before throwing it through the fog forming Dark Lord whom dispersed at contact with the fang.
"Nooooooo!" The Dark Lord cursed while Harry breathed heavily while a small smile graced his face. His body relaxed and he fell flat on his back. For Harry it felt as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders while his head felt clearer than before. His eyes shut close while his mind ventured down of what had happened to him the last few years, but it was focused on his discussion of last year when he had saved the philosopher stone out of the clutches of the Dark Lord.
"Well… Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?" Memory Harry questioned his headmaster.
The elderly headmaster sighed very deeply this time. "Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know one day… Put it out of your head for now, Harry. When you're older, I know you hate to hear this… When you're ready, you will know."
And Harry knew it would be no good argue. "But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?"
Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Your mother died to save you. If there's one thing that Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. By sacrificing herself she gave you a form of protection that protects you from Voldemort."
Harry dried his eyes with the sheet before he fired another question. "And the invisibility cloak?"
Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open, staring into nothing but his mind worked to see anything that he did miss in his conversation, something that could shine a light to give his answers.
'Kill me in the first place… You will know one day… When you're ready, you will know.' Echoed through his head. "Those lines from Dumbledore said that he one day would know, but when I am ready. Does that mean that I will confront the Dark Lord more than once cause he will come for me?"
Those lines worried him, and with this the second and third confrontation with the Dark Lord showed that he was indeed after him. This confrontation also showed that he was nowhere close in power of the Dark Lord and his mother had cast a protection charm on him, but he couldn't rely on that. The young boy knew that he needed to train, learn spells, charms and other things to survive and one day he will be ready.
Harry crawled back to his feet. He noticed his glasses and his eyes widened in surprise. The first thing that his eyes noticed is that he could clearly see his glasses, no longer a vague, but clear as if he wears his glasses! The second thing what he noticed is the faint pale glow that came off his glasses, calling out to him with a soothing, warm aura. Begging him to pick the item up and place it back.
The boy stared at his glasses his body unconsciously moved towards the item his hand reached out when suddenly out the darkness a tail swept out, crashing on his glasses before vanishing into the darkness. "Young master that item was charmed with an compulsion charm that tried to tie you to the caster will."
Harry heard the voice of the Basilisk. He felt defiled now that he knows that someone tried to control him with a charm. Does this mean that someone wants to control him, but who would that to him, but more importantly who did it.
With a glance towards the shadow, Harry nods once and replied in parseltongue. "Thank you, mighty Basilisk for saving me. Do you know how I can defend myself from your former master and those that tried to control me?"
A tail came out of the shadows, indicated that he must follow her and that he did. The Serpent and the wizard moved through a maze of pipes until they arrived at a dead end were Harry noticed a sealed door that held a strange symbol. The symbol is composed out of three different marks, a straight vertical line, with a circle surrounding it, and finally the triangle enclosing the both of them.
Harry had a confused expression and stared at the symbol. His eyes glanced to the large creature before he spoke, hissing. "What does that symbol mean, and what does it hide?"
The basilisk turned around, slithering away while she spoke as Harry's eyes followed her retreated form. "All the answers lay behind that door. Only the true heir of Slytherin may enter and gain the knowledge, but beware if you're not, you will die in a cruelly way."
Harry audible gulped then his eyes turned back to the symbol and debated in his mind if he should do this. With the courage of a Gryffindor he placed his hand on the sealed door and waited when he suddenly felt a warm, burning feeling crawl up his arm and soon seeped through his whole form until it suddenly left, leaving him cold. "W-what was that-" before he could finish his sentence a vertical crack that did go through the symbol the door swept open, releasing dust that rained down over Harry.
Harry fluttered with his eyes, coughing the dust out of his lungs when suddenly a bright light enveloped him. With a scream the form of Harry Potter vanished from the room as the light died out, doors shut close and the symbol shimmered out of existence, leaving no trace behind.
"Silence! I demand Silence!" The voice of the Headmaster thundered through the great hall were students talked in hushed voices about the rumors that flew through the school. All students slowly stopped their conversations and turned their attentions to the headmaster. "Thank you, I've unfortunately news to inform you all, but also good news."
The students all glanced at each other before turning back to the headmaster. "As many of you might have heard some of the rumors that do the rounds through our school, I can say that they are true. The Chamber of Secrets had been opened and had released a terrible monster, here in our school. Hogwarts was close to closing when the victims' rate increased, and when the creature kidnapped a student it was definitely, but…" everyone leaned in, wanting to hear what the headmaster would announce. "…Two brave students that had heard that a student was kidnapped had ventured down the Chamber of Secret with as goal saving this student."
Applause echoed through the great hall, students cheering before Professor Dumbledore demanded calm and silence. "Yes, yes, they ventured down, saving the student in the process… may I've a thundering applause for our own Mister Ronald Weasley!" Albus announced, his voice cheerful, eyes shining in overdrive as he brought his hands together and clapped. Ronald stood up from his place, one arm outstretched while laughing widely until the applause stopped and he sat down. "Our own Ronald Weasley from Gryffindor house rescued the young student with the help of his housemate, Harry Potter. Harry Potter held the creature at bay, and with his heroic bravery he slayed the creature…"
The students exploded in a thunderous applause, some Slytherins did join them as they didn't have to live in fear for the creature, and while they were applauding none of them noticed the slight smirk plastered on the face of the headmaster except a young blond girl with icy, cerulean eyes whom lips thinned before he demanded silence again. "…And saved the two students by sealing the Chamber of Secrets at the cost of his own life."
A heavy, depressed atmosphere seeped into the hall; all students and staff had wide eyes in astounding. "W-what did you say Headmaster!" The broken voice of Professor Minerva floated through the quiet hall. "P-please tells us that this is a sick joke, please."
Professor Dumbledore glanced slightly at his professor and smiled sadly. "No Minerva, I'm afraid not. Harry did paid with his life, for us and for Hogwarts to stay safe. And for that I want to toast at the bravery for our young hero, Harry Potter." His voice gathered strength with each passing word as one by one they raised they goblets and toasted at the fallen hero.
"Harry Potter." They called out, each with a fallen look and a certain silk, dark haired professor glared at the Headmaster before he turned around and with his robes bellowing behind him he left the hall. Professor Minerva did follow him with her eyes, her face a mask of regret before she followed suit and the students followed them, leaving the great hall and looking forward to return home.
In a small, empty alley outside the Leaky Cauldron a breeze had started. The wind whirled around in circles, and lifting up papers as lightning cracked around, destroying the lantern light. A figure appeared in the center of the whirlwind before the vortex dispatched and left the mysterious figure behind that stands there in a kneeled position. Slowly the figure raised his head of messy black hair with chin-length bangs framing his strong, smooth face. His face consisted of high cheekbone, small tin lips that curled up in a breathtaking smile that revealed parcel white teeth. All in all the face was very handsome, his eyelashes fluttered open behind his curtain of hair and bright emerald eyes that seemed beyond his age brightened at the view in front of him. His eyes took in the Leaky Cauldron that is the entrance to Diagon Alley and his smile widened possible more.
"I have returned~." His voice sounded deeper but with a light chime that made it almost musical. Then his eyes darted to the floor up his bare feet, then his legs… also exposed. A crimson blush crawled up his face when he noticed that the cloth that he had before he traveled were evaporated and left him behind au nature. The young man has a well-toned frame, like an athletics sportsman. Strong slight muscular legs, a flat toned abdomen, and a well-toned muscular chest. His arms were slightly muscular and with good reflexes that he immediately used, conjuring clothes on his au nature frame and then sighed in relief. A gust of wind traveled through the alley, playing with his dark, black wild hair that danced in the wind while his cloak billowed behind him. "Much better then go au nature. I don't want to know what could happen if a girl had come into the alley."
Pushing off with his hands from the floor, straightened himself he glanced around him before he moved. One step, then another before he casually walked out of the alley and sighed in relief that there was no one closes by to witness his arrival. Crossing over the empty street to reach the famous Leaky Cauldron the entrance to one of the busiest magical shopping mall Diagon Alley he pushed open the door. Inside it was still dusty, almost empty of costumers while Tom the barman is dusting off his mugs.
"Morning sir," The stranger greeted the man behind the counter when he entered the room. His eyes sparkled in amusement when the barman's eyes widened as a smile formed on his face.
"Welcome sir, welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. How might I be of service?" replied the barman with a bow. Tom could clearly see that this man is one of high standing if those cloths had any indicating. The young man laughed at Tom in good manners, and gave him a nod.
"Well yes, good man. A late lunch might make my day." The person said with a healthy laugh, then moved to an empty table in the corner. Pulling back the chair and taking seat, his hand moved to his pocket to pull out a letter with his name clearly adorning the front. …Hadrian Le Fay
The man, Hadrian stared for a moment at his letter, knowing that he had orders to open this letter in the company of the goblins of Gringotts. His masters had told him that he, Hadrian was a special person that descended from more than one ancient and honorable magical families and would grow very powerful through time. Hadrian looked up in time to see Tom make his way towards his table with a plate of fresh food that consists of two slices of fresh baked bread, some ham and cheese with a dish with a dot of butter, and not to forget a mug filled with butterbeer. Putting away his letter he then smiled at the toothless bartender. "Thank you sir, it looks terrific of what you have prepared for little o' me."
"I am just doing my job, sir." Tom replied courtesy, slightly bowing when he place the plate on his table. "I have placed some slice of fresh baked bread, some butter, roasted honey ham, and cheese, and of course every wizards favorite, the butterbeer. That will then be twelve sickles, and 25 knuts, sir."
"You are such a good man, here two galleons for the good service and can you hand me the Daily prophet? If you can do that then you can keep the change."
Tom bowed a few times, a toothless smile and bright eyes. He bowed once more for this young man. "Thank you, sir. Enjoy your meal, and of course, consider it done."
Hadrian watched the man go, back to his counter to pick up the Daily prophet. His attention turned back to his plate of delicious food. Picking up his a butter knife he started to smear the butter over his bread and then placed some cheese. Bringing the food to his lips, he smelled the fresh smell of baked bread. Water gathered in his mouth when he took a bite, he closed his eyes as he moaned silently. 'So delicious! I can see why the wizards or anyone else claims this the best place.'
"Enjoying your meal, sir." Tom's voice floated into his corner. Hadrian opened his eyes and nodded. Gulping down the food he then smiled at the toothless man.
"You have made a very fine meal, Tom. Any chance of getting the receipt of this?" Tom laughed, waving his finger at him before placing the Daily Prophet on the table with the front page showing the important news first.
"My apologies sir, if I would sell my grandmother's receipt then my business will be broke before I can say hippogriff."
A belly laugh escaped Hadrian. His shoulders shook up and down while he tried to control his outburst. After the laughing fit had pass he looked at Tom, his hand rumbling in his pocket and he picked out a galleon. "Here Tom, for the good service."
"Thank you, sir." Tom winked at Hadrian then bowed deeply. Something silver that reflected the candle light fell out of his collar, earning the attention of the young man who looked at Tom questioningly. Tom grinned knowingly and then left Hadrian to his meal.
'That necklace … no doubt it is the same.' The young man's eyes watched the barman return to his counter and back to his cleaning. Shaking his head, Hadrian's attention turned back to his meal and ignoring the Daily Prophet for a moment. After a moment of enjoying his meal and a swig of his butterbeer, his hand reached for the Daily Prophet. The young man's emerald eyes darkened when he noticed the front line. In thick, large letters, he reads:
Date 1 July, 1993
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Nightmare had end.
Writer Rita Skeeter,
For the past school year, a mythical creature had plagued the students of Britain's most prestige magical academy, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students were attacked by the time, unknown creature that ghosted through the castle. According to myth of Hogwarts, one of the founders, Salazar Slytherin had built a secret chamber in the school, called the Chamber of Secrets. In this hidden room he had left a terrifying, foal creature that would one day cleans his school from those that are unworthy to study magic.
I have delved in the history of this prestige academy and discovered that an unknown person, had possible opened the Chamber of Secrets in 1942-1943 by using the infamous ability of parseltongue, a language to communicate with serpents. When this person had opened the door, the creature had claimed an innocent student that died that very night. Since then the Chamber wasn't opened again, until now. This year, Harry Potter's second year had started. Unknown to everyone, our young hero have the dreadful ability to speak to serpents, yes students, our own Mr. Harry Potter can speak parseltongue like the late Dark Lord, Who-must-not-be-named.
How this dark ability came to light? A good question reader, and I can provide for you the answers. In a duel against the Scion of the Noble House of Malfoy, our young future Dark Lord had conjured a serpent and ordered the malicious creature with parseltongue to attack this young student. Later we discovered that the same student had ventured down to help the rescue party, and according to rumors he had sealed the Chamber with his own life when the foal creature has been defeated.
So my dear reader is Harry Potter a future Dark Lord or is he uncomprehend hero? I definitely know what I would think. This was Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet.
More about Harry Potter, on page 6 -7,
More about Hogwarts, on page 7 – 8,
More about Salazar Slytherin, on page 8 – 9
Hadrian gritted his teeth tight, his head lowed and his hair obscured his eyes that flared with contained rage, giving his eyes an eerily emerald gleam. His hands crumbled the paper while he muttered curses under his breath. Slowly his calm returned, picking up his mug of butterbeer and drained the content in one swig. Sighing he pushed the chair back, jumped to his feet, and nods once to Tom before he take his leaf. Making his way to the small backyard were the secret entrance to Diagon Alley is, pulling out his wand he tapped the right bricks.
"From the trash can, two up, and two across." Muttered the black haired boy. Before his emerald eyes the wall moved. Bricks after bricks shuffled into place, a hole that grew with each brick moving to the side until a archway stood were a wizard could move through, and revealing Diagon Alley, the wizard shopping district in heart of London. Stepping through, a smile appeared on his handsome face when he could feel the magic radiate through the streets, as his ears caught the screech of owls, one of them sounds really close. A weight landed on his shoulder and he glanced to the right to see a beautiful snow owl staring at him, and then screeched before nipping painful at his air.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed unmanly. His eyes shot close but then he opened one eye lazily that stared at his owl while a lopsided grin returned. "Hi Hedwig, I did miss you too girl."
The snow owl, Hedwig stared at her friend and master with intelligence eyes that spoke volume. She wasn't all too happy with him, and he knows it. Hadrian prepared himself for the onslaught of her mental speech.
'You foolish boy! How could you venture down to meet a dangerous, and deadly serpent? I've told you many times that there was something strange with that diary, but did you listen, no!'
Hadrian laughed while he maneuvered through the crowd of wizards. His athletic frame was very flexible, and with each calculated steps he could avoid body contact with each, and every wizard.
'Are you listening, master? Hey, don't ignore me, master! Master!' The snow owl screeched, her wings outstretched while she digs her claws painful in his shoulder. But not that too hard that her claws could leave wounds behind
"Ouch! Yes, I am listening girl. And I did miss you too." Laughed Hadrian, his fingers caressed her feathers, softly. With a bit of mischievous in his voice, he teased her. "And I know that you did miss me too, right Hedwig?"
'Of course I did, you silly human, what do you think? Letting my favorite human go? Don't think so.' Cooed Hedwig. Caressing her wizard's head with her own feathery head, earning giggles from the women's population. 'Back off, this wizard is mine! Mine!'
Hedwig's large, amber colored eyes glared at a passing group teenage girls of not older then eleven, whom giggled too, when they saw her partner. Heavy blushes adorned their faces, and Hedwig tightened her grip on Hadrian's shoulder, earning a scowl from her mate. Not wanting to get seriously hurt, Hadrian moved with haste trough the mobs, climbed the stairs that leads to the entrance of Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
"You need to go, girl." The young wizard whispered, stroking her feathers. "I promise that I return as soon as I can."
Hedwig screeched once, then nipped his ear, gently before she took off. Her wings slammed with powerful strokes and climbed into the air, leaving her mate behind to do his business. Hadrian watched Hedwig go, sighed and then steeled his mind, climbed the last few steps to his destiny.
At the entrance of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, two goblins in armor stands guards, in their hands they hold menacing halberd that threaten and discouraged greedy wizards to steal things that doesn't belong to them. Their piercing, black eyes glared at the young wizard that was passing them, following him with their piercing, black eyes until he was gone before they returned to their previous state.
Hadrian entered Gringotts and arrived in a large, long hall that reached very far in the back. The floor was made out of white marble. The posts were made out of ancient oak trees that support the arches that were richly decorated with images of long past battles that the goblins attended, only remembered by the goblins and a handful of wizards. Hadrian's eyes landed on the counters that stretched along the wall with doors leading off to the vault passageways with hundreds of goblins sitting at them. With purpose he stepped to a counter were an elder looking goblin was counting galleons. The goblin had a pale skin, piercing black eyes, thin lips that curled up in a snarl when he noticed the wizard in front of him. Placing the galleons away he stared at the wizard.
"Hello Wizard, how can I be of service?" The goblin's voice was gruff. His tin lips curled up, showing a row of very sharp teeth as he glared at the young wizard in front of him.
Hadrian stared with a cool expression at the goblin. Slowly his hand reached into his pocket and picket out the letter. Showing the goblin the letter that took it in his long elegant fingers. The creature moved his index finger along the smooth surface of the letter, humming while he studied the letter. Suddenly he placed the letter back on the counter and hopped off the crutch. In his gruff voice he spoke to Hadrian.
"Stay, I'll be back soon."
Inclining his head in understanding Hadrian watched the goblin go through the door behind the counters that would probably led to an office. He doesn't have to wait long. The doors slammed open again and a tall, broad goblin in business suite wearing from the late 18ste centuries, a monocle firmly placed on his right eye, and a cane in hand the goblin entered the hall together with the former goblin from the counter.
"Sir Le Fay?" Started the goblin in his deep brusque voice. Eyeing Hadrian with his dark, piercing eyes. Hadrian had the feeling as if the taller goblin was measuring him for Merlin's know what, and the power that he radiated was overwhelming. After a small pause the taller goblin continued. "Let me introduce myself, I am Jareth Gringotts the seventh, and head of the goblins. It came to my understanding that you have some kind of letter for me, might I see the letter?"
"Of course, Head Goblin Jareth, here's the letter." Hadrian picked the letter from the counter and handed the letter over to him.
Glancing at the name at the front while he rubbed his thumb along the smooth surface of the letter. Jareth's dark, piercing eyes lightened up, and his thin, pale lips curled up, showing a row of very sharp teeth. "Unbelievable, this letter. In all those years, magic can still surprise me. Please follow me, sir Le Fay. We have much to discuss."
Albus Dumbledore placed his butt back on his golden throne. His eyes, brilliant with a shade of blue twinkled at the view of so many students gathered in the Great Hall. It was a week ago that he had announced about the incident of the Chamber of Secrets. This time there were no casualties, only a brave, noble sacrifice of a gentle young boy whom gave his life for his school.
"Was it really a good idea to tell the students about what had happened in the Chamber, Albus?" said Professor Flitwick. The short professor stared intently at the elderly wizard whom inclined his head to indicate that he is listening. "About Mr. Potter. We aren't even sure that he is truly, gone. Maybe he is still alive… I've the feeling we came to short to that boy."
"Professor Flitwick," Dumbledore interrupted the small professor with a stern voice. Dumbledore locked his brilliant eyes with that of Filius Flitwick, and gestured that he must not interrupt him. "We all feel the same of what had happened in the Chamber. None of us would wish that Harry Potter would choice this path. But it happened nonetheless. All we can do is remember him of who he was. That might be as the son of James and Lilly Potter, and I hope you do. But the world and many of our society would see him as the Boy-who-lived."
"…Still it is wrong of us. We are the professors. It was our task to solve this, not that of a student. Last year it was about that stone and now about the Chamber, what's next year?"
"Next year will be something exceptional ordinary. I truly believe that. Now don't you think that we must speak about something more, pleasant topic, after all it is the last day of our term." Albus Dumbledore spoke with a pleasant smile. Taking a bite from his strawberry cake. Humming while he enjoyed the taste before he spoke again. "Any plans for the summer, professor?"
"…So, if I did understands this correctly, Mr. Le Fay or must I say Mr. Potter then you did survive the whole ordeal of the Chamber of Secrets because the guardian of that place could finally recognize the true heir of Salazar Slytherin. But that doesn't mean that you are. Magic have many ways to certify your claims and one of them is dropping a bit of blood on this parchment." Jareth said. Pushing the parchment over the desk to Hadrian whom nods in understanding. "You're actually fortunate and so are we. We don't want to lose a prominent client of ours and all thanks to that letter of yours."
"Indeed, Director Jareth. If it wasn't for this letter," Hadrian cut his thumb with the knife that him was offered. A single drop of crimson blood dropped off his thumb on the parchment that glowed a blue light before it dimmed. "…Then we would probably never have met. What do you think would happen if I should have died that day?"
"If you should have died that day then I am certain that some shady parties or the ministry had tried to claim your family fortune. But they will not gain any single Knut from your vault because when you die then everything will go to Gringotts for safekeeping and will be locket away for many centuries until the last descendant, gone."
"That's a reassuring thought," Hadrian muttered and then turned quite when the parchment glowed again but in a very different manner. Elegantly emerald letters appeared on the parchment, forming phrases. The letters filled the whole parchment and stopped at the bottom when the light dimmed and the parchment was once again normal only with the exception that there was lines written. Hadrian's eyes started to scan the parchment and with each line his eyes widened, showing the shock and confusion on his face.
"Everything alright, Mr. Le Fay?" The wizard's head shot up. Staring at the goblin and a puzzled smile adorned his face. Seeing this the goblin, Jareth smiled and extended out his hand to take over the parchment. "Hm… Let's see. Your birth name is Hadrian James Potter. Biological parents are James Potter and Lilly Potter-Fey. You're blood adopted by Lady Le Fay, unbelievable, and that's why you can use her name. I had so my doubts," here the goblin let out a booming laugh, the overwhelming aura of power dispatched and the goblin relaxed a bit.
"You had your doubts? Wasn't the letter enough proof of who I am?"
"Yes, I had my doubts as I did say that just a moment ago. I will explain why I had my doubts. Your letter is something what hasn't seen the day of light for centuries. The letter that has been given to you held a magical oath, written in blood by the one that wrote this letter, and we could not find fault with magic. With both, your letter and the inheritance test you can claim rightfully the name Le Fay without any backlash. But that wasn't everything why I did let you perform the test. I wanted to see if there was more hidden in your bloodline, and I was right!"
Hadrian listened with rap attention to the elderly goblin that laughed again. He could surely claim that he had heard a goblin laugh on multifold occasions. "What do you mean my bloodline. I am sure the Potters weren't that old…"
"Hold right there, wizard!" Jareth interjected with a snarl. "Don't tell me that you haven't once stumbled at your families line of history. They were legendary, and one of them was always the start of war. You studies on Hogwarts, right? Then I am sure that in every book is something about your family or else someone had taken the time to remove them."
"Why would they do that?" Anger seeped into Hadrian's voice that the goblin picked up.
"To hinder a noble line. The Potters are a family that were here in Britain at the beginning of the Roman Empire and were very strong capable wizards. Each one of them was very cunning, smart and strong. Many of the Noble families tried to marry their daughter in their family because of their political power and mountains of gold. Each generation of born witches and wizards married once a distant family, returning the main line back in the family so they would not die out. And you, young wizard is the last remaining of the main line of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter."
"Am I?" Hadrian gawked at the Head Goblin. Jareth nodded.
"Yes, you are the last remaining member of the main line of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. But there's more." He raised his hand to stop the young man to shoot him a barrel of questions. "In Potters long line of history, a few very important families had married into your family and their blood had finally manifested together in you, making you the single Heir of very influenced Most Ancient and Noble Houses."
"Serious, you're not pulling mine leg right now?" The goblin shook his head. His face one and all serious but there in the corner of his mouth that pulled a bit up was a feint clue of amusement. Knowing that the young boy had many more questions ready for him. He waited. "If those families are so powerful, how come I haven't heard a thing about it? Is it because I am a half-blood?"
"No, sit tight because what I will tell you now would surely change your world and how you must interact with this new reality of yours."
Hadrian stared in the dark, piercing eyes of the goblin and knew that he was serious. He did what him was ordered and the teachings that were hammered into him when he walked through the door. Hadrian straightened his back, relaxed his shoulders and his face turned calm.
"Your parents Hadrian are both from very Ancient lines that goes far back to the time of the Roman Empire. None of your parent has any muggles blood in them but a few of them have magical blood, mostly veela. You, Hadrian Le Fay are a pureblood, and you and the magical world had been played."
Hi again, I have changed drastically with my story a bit with this chapter. I know it is a short one and hoped that you did like it. Harry here have learned a lot about pureblood by his masters and one of his masters you already know only by name. I've changed quite a few things and hopefull you did enjoy it. Please leave behind a review.
