A/N:
A very hearty welcome everyone. Sam here, with another update of the story officially owned by Aiden936 with its certain official rights. Everyone of you , every reader and supporters (those who favorite and follow it) are praised by gratefulness. And to keep it this way, there you go with another chapter of the story.
Gringotts
Vault 139 wasn't a treasure horde like Harry thought. It was ritual room, made of black marble, with a small crater in the middle. Various runes were etched on the floor, walls and columns. Harry didn't recognize them; he never took runes as his elective. Harry and Alfred followed the goblin to the crater. With each step Harry took, runes flashed a deep emerald. He could feel the magic in the air, thick with power, unlike he ever felt before. A constant hum was suspended in the air; it was getting harder to breath. Alfred noticed his discomfort and placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry mentally thanked him, it didn't help much though. The magic was judging him, daring him to do something to piss it off. Harry couldn't walk anymore; the pressure was too much to bear. He slumped down on the marble floor. The Goblin arched an eyebrow, not so pleased.
"Are you alright, Mr. Potter? You seem a bit pale."
"N-no," gasped Harry "The pressure, I-It's too...much."
It suddenly clicked to Alfred and he turned to the Goblin.
"Master Goblin, quick! Give me the ritual knife, we don't have much time." He hurried. Harry convulsed in the pressure and suddenly there was pain. Unspeakable pain. The magic in the room was doing something to him, something bad. Something we do when we found a stray pest in our house. It was cleansing the pest, the impurity it found in the young mage. Soon the magic will be pure again, and vile deformities would be sent where it belongs. In the depths of hell.
Iron foot soaked the heir parchment in the fraternity potion and brought it to the butler. Alfred grabbed the knife and made a small cut in Harry's finger before it flew towards his head and dropped a drop of blood in the parchment. It flashed a deep azure and showed a name.
H. J. Potter, Baron Peverall.
While Alfred and the Goblin were doing their work, Harry was still screaming in pain. His eyes closed and hands were grasping his head. It was like someone had split open his scar and was trying to drive a truck through it. Alfred scooted away from the young man, the Goblin fled to a corner as soon as the heir test ritual was over. Alfred looked in horror as the body of still screaming Harry rose up in the air. Raw magic surrounded him, deep azure aura bathing the teen. Adjusting with his own emerald aura. It was such a captivating scene. So arcane, so pure, powerful indeed. And the magic plucked out a small darkness from Harry's scar, like one plucks stray grass from their clothes after an afternoon stroll. The little ball of darkness reeked of sheer evil, the room filled with the smell of brimstone. Sign of dark magic. And the raw magic ate away the evil impurity, azure eclipsing the dark.
Suddenly it was all over, everything stopped to a hushed silence. The screaming, the gushing and humming sound of raw magic, everything! Harry was still floating and his eyes...they were open and glowing.
Then the world exploded. Alfred and the Goblin was pushed into a wall, Harry's magic was cold, too cold and yet scalding. His mouth was still open in a silent scream, his vocal cord damaged from previous screaming. After a long minute, he slumped over in a heap on the floor. The last thing he does remember was Alfred's terrified face and the goblin's hollering for a healer.
Harry opened his eyes slowly, his body still sore and smelled likeā¦sulfur? He thought 'what the hell happened?'
He was in a small room, with couches, a sterile looking sofa and an ancient wooden table. Some kind of visiting room, maybe? And it suddenly clicked and the memories rushed back into his mind. The Gringotts, the magic, ritual, his screaming, everything!
He tried to speak but his throat hurt a lot more than his body. His throat was on fire, like someone made him swallow molten lead.
'Must be the screaming' he mused.
"You, young man, gave us quite a scare today. We thought you won't make it," someone said from behind Harry. He turned sharply to see Alfred sitting on a wooden chair next to a desk. His composure is both relieved and shaken. White hair messed, and the dark blue robe had wrinkles on many places. But he still looked well.
"What happened, Alfred?" he rasped, and then fell into a coughing fit as his vocal cord rebelled against him. Alfred quickly handed him a glass of water, which he took gratefully, and a vial of red potion. The water helped a bit, cool liquid soothed his throat for some precious moments. He eyed the bottle of potion warily.
"Don't make eyes at the potion, Master Harry. It'll heal your voice box," He stated. Harry grumbled but downed the red liquid in one gulp, then grimaced at the taste. Still tasted like goblin piss. Because of the place they were staying right now, he wasn't sure whether they use their urine in the potion or not.
"I don't like the tastes of potions. Why can't they make it less...potion-y," he rasped again. The potion started its work immediately.
"After the ingredients we use, I never thought it'd taste good. Salamander skins aren't edible to most of us," Alfred handed Harry another glass of water. "Here, it will help to wash the taste, but don't swallow it," Harry did as told and washed his mouth with the water.
"As for what happened in the room is beyond me. I can only state a theory about your magic but the incident left even me with some un-answered questions. Somehow, a piece of dark magic lodged itself into your scar. The room was meant to purify all magic. So when you stepped into the room it started to purify you. After the foul thing was gone, your magic back-lashed and you fell unconscious from magical exhaustion."
"Wait, how long was I out?" Harry asked.
"Over 14 hours, the healer said you'd be fine, eventually," Alfred said.
"Are you alright, Alfred? You seem rather shaken," Harry asked.
"I'll be alright, Master Harry. I just need some rest. Your mage status enhanced the magical backlash and it's bloody painful," Alfred sighed.
"I'm sorry, Alfred and whets this master business?"
Alfred stood up from the chair he was sitting and moved in front of Harry "Since you passed the heir test, it makes you the last Peverall and my employer. So I have to call you master."
Harry protested instantly "No! Alfred please, call me Harry like everyone else does."
"I insist, Master Harry. Its tradition and I do it out of respect."
Harry shook his head. Alfred's tone while polite left no room for argument.
"If you say so Alfred."
Just then an ancient looking goblin entered the room carrying a file; another familiar goblin was with him, carrying several more files. The ancient looking goblin took the seat behind the desk and motioned the other to leave the files on the desk. Harry recognized the goblin now; it was Griphook, who took him and Hagrid to his vault when he first came in Gringotts. Griphook left the files on the desk and left the room. The ancient goblin then cleared his throat. Harry looked away from the door and focused on him. Alfred was looking at him too.
"As you requested earlier, regent Peverall," the goblin began "I've brought the Potter estate and the peverall estate files to list of your properties."
He eyed Alfred and Harry for a moment and then continued "Currently, Mr. Potter has a Hogwarts trust vault of liquid money, a family vault full of books and heirlooms and some pictures. The old Potter manor in Kent, and a country house in Godric's Hollow. Monetary value of total estate is approximately one hundred fifty thousand galleons, including the trust vault of twenty thousand galleons."
"That a whole lotta money. I never knew I'm that much rich!" Harry said.
The goblin faced towards Harry "The Potters were the wealthiest family in Kent. Unfortunately the first war left them with very little. War is bad business, Mr. Potter. Your parents had to sell most of their properties and shares in prominent companies. That's the all they could leave you before their unfortunate deaths." The goblin picked another file and opened it.
"The Peverall estate, as of today, contains three family vaults of liquid money, heirlooms and artifacts. A fort in Yorkshire, a manor in Manchester, an old hunting house in the outskirts of Hogsmead and a flat in London's Charring cross street. The total monetary value of Peverall estate is Two billion and fourteen hundred thousand galleons."
Harry's eyes were almost popping out of his eye sockets. Mouth wide opened, only thought was I'm so bloody loaded.
"Until, Mr. Potter comes at age, he have to use the title Baron instead if Earl. Any questions, regent Peverall or baron Potter?" he asked at last.
"Baron? Earl?" asked Harry.
It was Alfred who answered, "The Peverall's were the Earl of Yorkshire. You're still underage, that why you have to use the title Baron if you want. After seventeen you can call yourself Count Peverall."
"Unless, you have more important issues, I'd like to focus towards more customers, Regent Peverall," the goblin said to Alfred. The goblin rose from the chair he was sitting and made his way to the ornate door. Harry and Alfred rose too and started walking towards the exit.
"Of course! We'll be on our way, manager Ragnok. Thank you for your time." Alfred said. Harry said his own thanks too. With that they made their way out of the room and into the banks lobby.
"So, what now, Master Harry? You want to return you to your relatives?" Alfred asked as they walked out from the Gringotts. It was afternoon.
"I'm due to the Weasley's today for the rest of the summer and world cup." Harry said "I can come to the castle the next day if you want."
"That'd be great, master Harry. I'll clean the chamber for you. But first..." Harry stopped a yawn and looked at the aged butler. "...you need a wardrobe change."
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