Amidst the hustle and bustle of of the crowd in Diagon Alley Hadrian, having used his partial metamorphamagi abilities to change his hair to a blonde color and his eyes to brown, weaved through the crowd with his uncle at his side. The gossip floating through the alley revolved around his brother doing his Hogwarts shopping and the young wizard had to hold in a snarl. He had no ill will toward his brother or his parents even though they had shoved him off on his uncle but the fact the sheep of stagnant magical Britain were gossiping about an eleven year old shopping for school was disgusting. "Sheep... They're all sheep" he muttered to himself with his lips curling into the very start of a sneer.
"Easy boy" Harrison said gripping Hadrians shoulder. "They're sheep for now but the active pieces on the board begin to move today." The elder man steered his nephew into Gringotts and asked to see Hadrians account manager. As the pair entered the office he idly noted his nephews features return to normal.
"Greeting Master Ripshank" Hadrian said incling his head respectfully to the goblin as the door closed. "We know you do not like small talk so my uncle and I shall be quite brief. Given a wizards true first magical maturity is on their eleventh birthday I would humbly request an inheritance test to see if my magic is more than just Potter and Black family magic." He noted his uncle Harrisons raised eyebrow but a subtle hand gesture said he would explain later.
"You are right Mr. Potter, I do not like small talk and I appreciate your candidness about not wasting time or words" Ripshanks said producing a parchment and goblin steel dagger. "Make a wound on your hand and let seven drops of blood land on this sheet of parchment. It will reveal your magical inheritance and all if any vaults or titles tied to it, latent and natural abilities and any oddities that you may need to know about be they magical blocks or anything of the sort." The elder goblin slid the two objects over with an expectant look. "Also this test shall cost you thirty galleons."
"Take it from my investment account as well as increasing your cut to five percent since my investments continue to pay divends under your wise watchful eye" Hadrian said pricking his finger and counting the drops of blood landing on the parchment before he cast a wandless healing spell to close the wound. "Good call on teaching me wandless magic uncle. It comes in handy just as you said it would." As he watched his blood absorb into the parchment he slid the two objects back to the goblin who watched the words forming with wide eyes. If it was possible it looked to Hadrian like the goblin was about to have a heart attack. "Is something the matter Master Ripshank? You've gone quite pale and you look ill" he said sounding a touch concerned for the rough goblin.
"Do it again." The demand was rushed as Ripshank shoved the dagger back with another sheet of parchment. The first one had to be wrong. That house hadn't been seen since the time of Merlin himself! Oh it was bad if the test was not a fluke. Magical Britain, no the whole magical world was in for a rude awakening if the boy before him was the rightful magical heir of THAT house.
Hadrian looked utterly confused but did so. "I assume this one will not be charged since it is your behest for me to do it again" he said pricking his finger with the blade again. After counting the drops once more he healed the wound and slid it back over once more with the dagger. Seeing the goblins eyes widen at whatever was on the paper shocked him a little but was eclipsed by the sudden rounding of the desk Ripshank and the goblin kneeling before him.
"Let me be the to welcome you back my Lord Nightshade" Ripshank said bowing his head. Yes magical Britain and the magical world as a whole, creature and wizarding, were in for a big wake-up call.
Harrisons eyes widened immensely at what Ripshank said as well as kneeling before Hadrian. Snatching the parchment off the desk nearly made tbe man faint. Not only was Hadrian the rightful magical heir to the Potter and Black family magic but also the Hogwarts Founders family magics and the Most Ancient and Most Esteemed House of Nightshade. Between the seven houses Hadrian was a political powerhouse when he came of age to take his seats on the Wizengamot but he would never have to work a day in his life as the combined total of liquid assets was just over three billion galleons, the lions share of the wealth being a combination of the Founders vaults and the Nightshade vault. 'This is quite the can of worms. If this ever got out Hadruan would be a target for so many greedy Pureblood families trying to elevate their own families' Harrison thought collapsing back in his chair.
Hadrian looked between the two as the confusion on his face grew. "Forgive my ignorance Master Ripshank but I don't understand" he said slowly as he made a hesitant gesture for the goblin to resume his seat.
"Ah right, forgive me my Lord. The Most Ancient and Most Esteemed House of Nightshade is a line of wizards as old as Merlin himself, perhaps older since the first document case of a Nightshade is around Merlins youth" Ripshank. "Not to mince words, the House of Nightshade is the oldest wizarding house in all of magical Britain. There has not been a Lord or Lady Nightshade since the death of Lord Bartimus and Lady Estelle Nightshade just prior to Merlins death." The shocked look on Hadrians face surprised him slightly though it was internal surprise. "I had assumed the line of Nightshade extinct til you have just proved me wrong my Lord."
"And that, why are you calling me your lord? I haven't done anything to garner the respect to deserve such a title" Hadrian said snapping his head back on its swivel. He would look up this family line later, Ripshank was good for shorthand knowledge now.
"But you deserve it all the same. It was your ancestors Bartimus and Estelle Nightshade who laid the foundation of what is today the Goblin Nation you know" Ripshank said steepping his fingers, the dagger sharp nails clacking as they touched. "Without diving into too much detail since that can be done at a later date the line of House Nightshade effectively owns the Goblin Nation and a commanding three quarters share in all its financial assets. Without even touching your family vaults Lord Nightshade you, nor any of your descendants, will never have to work in your life."
Hadrian didn't quite no what to stay as his jaw was conpletely slack at this point. He by right of familial succession owned the Goblin Nation and was filthy rich with a commanding share in its financial gains? He and his descendants would never have to lift a finger to work ever? If it wasn't for the drilled etiquette lessons kicking in he was certain he may have fainted from the overload of information as he slapped himself across the face. "Sorry you had to see that Master Ripshank. Had to keep myself from passing out there at what you have just said. I am changing my mind here and that five percent cut, make that a ten percent cut on the stipulation seven and a half goes for you part in my investments and the other two and half be set aside towarda helping to fund the goblin youth that need assistance financially. This applies to using the liquid assets of my other vaults as well. Invest them as well and we will start a baseline ten percent cut with the same stipulations."
Ripshanks eye were nearly the size of plates at the last statement. Two and half percent on any well placed investment using any of the other houses money would go a long way but on an investment using House Nightshade money Hadrian would be funding easily funding a whole generations worth of goblins without it so much as making a ripple in the ledger! "O-of course Lord Nightshade! You are too generous" he said trying his hardest not stumble over his words. "There is just one thing you must do before you may claim your vaults."
"And what might that be? I'm guessing I have to claim the Lordships for them right" Hadrian said sitting a little straighter in his seat. He was well aware that claiming Lordships young was an uncommon occurrence but if he was indeed listes as the heir to multiple lines he would need to take all the ones that were not Potter and Black to access them.
"Correct my Lord. You must claim your Lordships of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin as well as the Lordship of the Most Ancient and Most Esteemed House of Nightshade through the use of the End Od Line clause. Until your father Lord Potter dies or passes onto you the title Lord Potter and your blood adopted father Harrison Black passes onto you the title Lord Black you will inherit the Heir Apparent rings" Ripshank said producing a parchment with an oath written on it. "Substitute your name and House name in the appropriate spots to as you say the oath to claim Lordship of the family magic and signet ring."
An hour later Hadrian and Harrison stumbled out of the office after filling the appropriate paperwork as well as filing for an appointment with the head of the Goblin Nation around the Yule holidays. "We do not mention this to ANYBODY whatsoever" Harrison said as he watched Hadrian toy with a bottomless bag tied to the Nightshade vault. His Potter trust account could cover purchases but ever shrewd Hadrian wanted to play it safe since the Nightshade vault was the one with the most capital just in case he needed extra.
"Wasn't planning on it" Hadrian said with a snort as he glanced to his fingers where the Lordship rings were hidden under Notice Me Not charms cast by one of the best wizards on Gringotts payroll under confidentiality agreements. "Hogwarts may be the problem. That admittance book you told me about knows all the true full names of students right? My secret won't stay secret long if thats the case."
"Maybe. But as the magical heir of the founders Hogwarts would protect you theoretically and not draw attention to you" Harrizon said hopefully. It was theory and speculation he could only hope was true.
"We can only hope. Until then lets shop" Hadrian said back in his non-descript disguise. "We'll leave my wands for last. I don't trust the feeling I got off Olivanders when we passed on the way here."
"I know just the wand maker in Knockturn Alley." Harrison ignored the sideways look as. "He custom makes wands using all materials."