Harry's Thoughts.
Hi! I'm Lucida Anseris. I took over this story from Aerodactyl Fire, because she's got a lot going on in her life right now, and wanted Pure to be finished. It's a shame she couldn't finish it, but hey, things happen. But, it will be different. Please, try to look at it with an open mind. ;)
Thank you for all the reviewers- especially slytherin-pride13! my first EVER reviewer! Thank you some much XX. And, to Teufel1987, Harry will be a tad arrogant in this story. It's his inner James come out to play. He'll still be a normal, modest hero, but he will have his moments. And, he hasn't really had to face the terrors of Voldemort quite yet, so he still underestimates him a little. But thank you for reviewing! And I love the latest chapters of Rise of Wizards by the way. It's an awesome story.
Summary; "The Triwizard Tournament may be over, but Harry has only just begun. On hearing a single conversation, the paths of Fate have been altered. But, for better or worse? "
LAST TIME
Soon though, Harry was in the Alley. Still avoiding contact with the flood of people in the alley, Harry made his way to the massive marble building that was Gringotts.
I will win this match, Dumbledore!
Harry finally reached the steps leading to the great doors. Hurrying up them, he opened the doors, and then saw the Hall full of goblins. Steeling his strength, he began to walk towards the Goblin at the highest desk...
Harry walked towards the Head Goblin, who sat at the highest desk in Gringotts main hall. Even though he was still under his cloak, when the Goblin looked up, his eyes widened, and without warning, stood and walked through a door in the side of the hall. Realising that the goblin wanted him to follow, Harry hurried after the goblin, and after he shut the iron door behind him, removed his cloak.
The goblin nodded to him, and then set off down the rugged stone corridor, leaving Harry to hurry after him.
The goblin walked impossibly fast through the tunnels, and after what felt like hours, they reached another iron door, with a silvery plaque on the door.
BRITTLEBONE
AXEFIST
ACCOUNT MANAGER
DEPUTY COUNCIL DEPUTY
Harry didn't know what the titles meant, apart from 'account manager' but decided not to ask, and followed 'Brittlebone' into the office.
The office was not too large, but it was no closet. The walls were a pale sand colour, and there was a roaring fire in a marble grate. Aside from a huge iron desk and bookshelves, the only objects in the room were a wolf shin rug, a tigers head, and a rather worrisome collection of bones mounted on the wall.
The goblin sat down behind the desk, and gestured for Harry to sit on a hard looking wooden chair in front of the desk.
"Well Mr. Potter. What can we do for you?"
"I have run into a spot of bother with my friends and Headmaster. Among other things, they plan to remove my entire fortune from Gringotts as soon as I turn of age."
The goblin turned white with righteous fury, and nodded for Harry to continue.
"I also discovered that my grandparents were squibs of an old family. I was wondering if any of them were still living, so I could seek sanctuary with them? That is the main reason I have come to Gringotts."
The goblin nodded, and stood from his chair.
"We must go to the Heritage Halls then, to figure this mystery out. Come, follow me."
And, out through the iron doors they went once more. After another eon, the tunnel unexpectedly opened out into a massive cavern. In this cavern, many goblins were dressed in grey robes, and were testing a few humans -or at least, Harry thought they were human- for their heritage.
Brittlebone led him to a small station, and, after Harry had sat down, stabbed his shoulder with a pin device.
"Ow!" Harry exclaimed- it was the shock more than anything. The goblin simply sneered at him, and proceeded to dip the blood covered pin device into a large bowl filled with a clear colourless liquid. The goblin then dipped a large piece of linen into the bowl, and Harry watched in amazement as a family tree began to form.
"That is your family, Mr. Potter."
After a seconds ear shattering silence, Harry spoke.
"So, my Mum had a brother and a sister before she was adopted."
"Yes. They were killed in a car crash on a motorway on the 17th of March, 1965. I believe that they were killed instantly upon collision. Your Mother probably survived due to accidental magic."
Harry had regained his composure to speak again,
"So, Evanclear. That's the old extinct family my Mother came from. So, there really are none of them left?"
"No, Mr. Potter. But, instead of seeking sanctuary with an Evanclear, why not become one instead?"
"Pardon Brittlebone?"
The goblin smirked evilly, and clapped his hands together
"There is a ritual that we can perform on you Mr. Potter that would give you the appearance and bloodline of an Evanclear. You would also have to take the acceptance ritual. This is because your great-great-great-grandfather was the squib second son. The elder son took the title, and the squib son- I believe his name was William- left for the muggle world as an outcast. The elder sons line died out after two generations- there was a terrible accident- and even if your line was aware of this, they couldn't claim the lordship and estate because, by law, you have to have magic and be male. Your Mother, even if she remembered who she was, and what her family was, couldn't have claimed the heritage as she was female. I do not personally believe she was aware of who her family had been, as she never even attempted to get herself recognised as an Evanclear female by Gringotts. As you can see, she was pure-blooded, as squibs, while not holding magic, do carry magic in their blood. If they marry other squibs from pureblood lines, their children are pure-blooded."
"So I am a pureblood?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Good thing to, or you'd never be able to become the Lord of an Ancient and Noble House. Aside from this meaningless human babble, do you desire the ritual or not."
Without a moment's hesitation, Harry made up his mind.
"Yes. I want this."
"Granitetooth! Snapjaw! Bloodeye! Ready a heritage ritual!" Brittlebone called. The aforementioned goblins jumped into frenzied action, grabbing cloths, dyes, incense and paints from various piles from around the huge white cavern.
The goblin then turned back to Harry, and began to tell him of the heritage ritual.
" This service costs 50 galleons, taken from your vaults. Another aspect of the service is that all Potter Grimoires will be altered slightly to fit with the Evanclear timeline. They will simply have all incriminating names removed, and be anonymous- which i itself is not terribly unusual for wizarding families. They will then receive the Evanclear crest. All heirlooms will be altered to the Evanclear standard also- For example if I was to change Gryffindor into a Slytherin, his infamous sword would change, and look like a Slytherin Heirloom. Magical items change identity with their owners- Or at least the most valuable, goblin made ones do. All your Potter money will be transferred. If anybody asks what has happened to it, you withdrew it and changed it into sterling."
Harry was quite impressed by this procedure, and listened attentively as Brittlebone began to explain the true nature of the rituals to him.
Then, after receiving a nod from the goblin with the red eyes, Harry was led to another iron door, set into the rock wall.
The pair entered the room. It was quite a small, stone room, which, like Brittlebone's office was plain, and the floor was made of sandy stone. There, Harry was told to change into a grey robe, and when he had done so, he was painted with many different coloured runes in many different languages, that he had no idea what they all meant. Then, an ancient goblin garbed in white and green entered, and all bowed to him- even Harry, when he saw all other beings bow.
Harry was lead into a sandy circle, with a triangle drawn in it. A cut was made in his finger, and he watched as a droplet of his own blood hit the sand.
The priest garbed in white and green then stepped forward, and spoke. His voice was old yet held a cultured richness that only came with power and social status.
" Do you accept the heritage of your Mothers ancestors?"
Harry replied " I do"
The priest then smiled a crooked smile, and said
" So it is written. So it shall be. Magic commands this."
The entire room began to chant.
What are they saying? Harry thought in confusion.
"Forfeður þessa unga manneskju inn Gefðu honum blóðið, anda þinn, líf þitt! Gera hann þitt í blóði, fæðingu og fjölskyldu. Hann mun ganga þér í líf eftir dauðann! Hann mun koma heiður að fjölskyldu þinni! Samþykkja hann á valdi þínu! Ég spyr þetta í nafni almáttugur Juanquann, sem vakir yfir öllu. Svo það er skrifað. Svo skal vera."
Harry then suddenly felt the strangest of feelings sweeping over him. It was as if his soul, along with every fibre of his being was being swapped with some unknown beings.
Then, a bright light began to fill his eyes. Trying to blink it away, Harry only created salty tears that ran down his face, and struck the sand. This was the last thing those emerald eyes would ever see.
After what felt like an eternity- but also yet only a second- Harry opened a different pair of eyes.
Sitting up rapidly - and in the process giving himself a headache- Harry felt different.
Seeing he was awake, a young female goblin hurried over with a mirror.
Harry took a deep breath, and looked into the mirrors depths. And he gasped.
Oh god, is that me? I look like a new person...
And so he did. Instead of the now famous green eyes, scar and black hair, all in a scrawny body, a new person looked back at him in the mirror.
He now had longer chin length pale white-blonde hair - a bit like the Malfoy family.
"Am I related to the Malfoy's or something?" he joked to the helper.
"Yes you are, sir."
"What?"
"I'll just be getting you your family tree, sir." And with that the young goblin hurried off to return a few moments later with a tablet, that had his entire family tree on it. She then left him, to give him a moment of privacy.
"So, my Grandmother was called Helga Tsarina Svetlana Malfoy. Her older brother was Abraxus Salazar Rufus Malfoy, who married, and his grandson is Draco Valentine Hyperion Malfoy? Malfoy's middle name is Valentine? No wonder he didn't brag about that one. But that little branch of the family does explain my hair."
After this little revelation, Harry continued to examine his new looks.
His eyes were a deep, timeless blue, and he was tall, thin and pale. These were the eyes his ancestors had. His Mother had her Mothers eyes. He had his Grandfather Antioch's.
But, best of all in Harry's opinion. was that his forehead was now untouched, and there was no sign of the scar that had given him so much pain and fame.
Harry was no longer Harry. And he could live with that just fine.
Now, after a few more hours of tests to make sure his body was adapted to the changes that had been forced on it by a Higher magic, he was told to head to Brittlebone's office.
When he arrived there an hour later after getting hopelessly lost five times, Brittlebone handed him a pile of documents every pureblood- child of squibs or not- would have. This included a birth certificate dated for the 6th of August 1980, and various medical checks, and checkups by the authorities .
Now he had these, all Brittlebone needed to do was fill in a name on them.
"You will need a name purebloods can respect you for. And Harry isn't one of those names." Brittlebone commented.
After a moment- or several- Harry had a new name in mind.
"Azymus Caedis Antioch Evanclear"
"Named after your ancestor, the famous potions master? Azymus Orion Gaetano Evanclear?" Brittlebone inquired.
"Yes."
It will give me something to aspire to, the memory of my forefathers.
A few drops of blood and ink later, Azymus was born.
"Well, Mr. Evanclear, your signet ring will be available in vault 226. Take that and anything else you need. When you take the ring, you will be accepting the Lordship of the family, and as such, will have to attend the meetings of the Wizentagamot. The next meet is on the 11th of September I believe. They will let you out of school, should you choose to return.
"Thank you Brittlebone. I had intended to apply as a transfer to Hogwarts."
"Well, I wish you luck, my Lord Evanclear."
"May your gold be ever flowing, Brittlebone Axefist." Azymus responded.
And, Azymus left the office.
He soon headed to his vault by the vomit inducing carts, and he immediately saw his ring. With no hesitation, he placed it onto his left hand, and it glowed white, before settling on its new owner.
It was a beautiful ring. Enlaid with opals around the stamp, it was a amazing piece. The actual stamp was of a Dolphin swimming. It was a wonderful piece of craftsmanship.
After browsing in his vault for a further moment, he picked up a set of Ritual knives with opal handles in the shape of carved dolphins, and a tear drop shaped opal pendant, that had a dolphin carved upon it. According to the small label that it lay on, it had protection charms and a warning sensor imbued in it.
Which will be useful. Even if I have no need to fear Voldemort- not that I ever did- you can never be too careful these days.
Azymus made a resolve to return to his vault soon, and as he left, decided where he would stay until he could sort himslef out.
I have no desire to suddenly go live in a massive mansion. They all need attantion from what i've seen, and to be honest, I want to do what I want this Summer. It's the first time i've had freedom really.
I can't go to the Leaky Cauldron. It'd attract too much attantion. Some unknown fifteen year old appears the day after Harry Potter goes AWOL. That'd be great for the whole lets be discrete aspect of this thing.
So, that leaves Knockturn Alley. Well. the Evanclears have always aligned with the Dark. I might as well go there, see what it's like. Just to test the waters, so to speak.
With his mind made up, Azymus exited his vault, and left for the cart.
After a vomit enducing ride back to the surface, Azymus stopped at the portable counter, ignoring the glares of the woman he had slipped in front of in order to get out of the bank as soon as he could.
" Do you have anything that lets me carry around limitless amounts of money?"
" Yes. For high profile bankers like yourself, they are free. Here you are. A money bag. You think how much money you want, and then pull it out."
"Thank you. May you gold be ever flowing.
Now, Azymus Evanclear would enter the real world. Not just as a shadow of his ancestors.
I will be great. If it takes me to the end of the earth, I will be great.
And he would be.
AN. Thank you for reading this! Now, from this point onwards, there is no Harry unless in flashbacks, or refered to as Harry by someone else. Azymus will, oddly enough, only answer to Azymus.
Thank you so much!
Lucida Anseris
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