Chapter 1
While Harry was thinking, his friends did not try to disturb him. They all thought he was brooding over Cedric's death, so they left him alone.
On the last day of the term, Professor Dumbledore informed him that he will have to remain confined at Dursley's, until till came to get him or until September 1st. Harry just nodded; he had expected it and quietly welcomed it. By confining him there, it helped in his plan. He had sent a letter in the mail to his guardians, to inform them that he will come on his own to Privet Drive.
He boarded the train, finding a compartment quickly and sat quietly with his friends thinking.
Hermione said;
"Harry, it was not your fault."
Harry winced at Hermione's tone of voice. Not noticing Harry's discomfort, Hermione continued on;
"Please talk to me, Harry. Please let me help, don't be alone, please tell me you are alright, I'll do anything to make it better."
Harry arched a brow at Hermione, and replied;
"Hermione I am alright, when I need your help I'll ask you. "
Not bothering to elaborate further, he didn't want anybody knowing about his plans. Harry felt that if all his friends knew what he was planning, they would all try to stop him, so he kept the plan to himself.
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They reached King's Cross a few hours later. After leaving the train, Harry quickly gathered up his trunk and Hedwig's cage and quietly slid to the fireplace and said Gringotts after throwing in the floo powder.
After tumbling out of the floo into Gringotts, Harry accidently walked into a goblin.
"Sorry sir, I was not looking" said Harry. The goblin was surprised at being addressed politely by a wizard. The goblin turned to Harry and asked," May I help you?"
Harry said," Yes, sir, I am looking for somebody in the inheritance department."
To which the goblin replied; "And who you might be Master Wizard?"
"I am Harry Potter, Master Goblin."
"Ok, Mr. Potter, let me take you to our head of department in inheritance and rituals"
Harry was now confused as to why he was being taken to the head of the department, but wisely decided to play along.
He was taken to a goblin named Ragnok.
"Ah Mr. Potter, I am glad to see you finally. Do you realize that you are around four years late for this meeting? I had thought that I would have met you on your eleventh birthday, but you didn't come here" said Ragnok.
"But, nobody told me that I was supposed to come here", Harry spluttered.
"Ah, that means both us and your magical guardian are at fault in this matter. Anyways, we will just have to rectify it right now. Can I have a little of your blood, Mr. Potter for the Inheritance ritual and then we can read each will that you are the last heir for, and then you may claim your ancestry", said Ragnok.
Harry nodded and extended his palm to Ragnok, who deftly cut it with a dagger and tilted it on a parchment in front of him.
Both Ragnok and Harry peered on the ancestry parchment.
HARRY POTTER
Last Heir of: House of RothWood
Title: Earl of RothWood
Title Inherited from: Mother (Lily RothWood Evans nee Potter)
Last Heir of: House of Potter
Title: Lord
Title Inherited from: Father (James Potter)
Last Free Heir of: Black
Title: Lord
Title Inherited from: Father by blood Inheritance. Adopted on July 31, 1981. Father cannot inherit due the status of fugitive by law. (Sirius Orion Black)
Full name after inheritance ritual: Earl Harry James Orion Black RothWood Potter.
"Mr. Potter, after accepting your inheritance, you will be our single largest client, should we proceed? Let me caution it can be painful" said Ragnok.
"How is it possible? I am not underage Mr. Ragnok, and why will it be painful" asked Harry.
"Well, you could have done it at eleven, Mr. Potter, as you are the last living heir of the Potters and RothWoods and thus earning Black title also. As to being painful, as it will remove any glamour, any spells on you, any spell residue on you and any bindings that you may have on your magic, as both RothWood and Potter are essentially light magic family and have very strong wizards. With the Head of the House rings, you will be able to access all the ancient family magics and then some more coming a bit later once you reach the age of maturity. The same goes for Black family, only their magic is grayer in nature. You will be gaining a significant amount of magic, even if you don't even have any bindings on you." Said Ragnok.
"Then let's get on with it" said Harry.
Ragnok took Harry to the ritual chamber and first gave him the RothWood ring, asking him to put on his right hand middle finger.
As, Harry put on his finger, he dropped to the floor of the chamber in agony. It was painful, as the magic moved around him to encase him, changing him and his magic. It danced around him to slowly, finally going deep inside him as his aura changed from jagged blue with a large patch of black on his forehead, to pure silver with a small dot of black, and in addition, he grew a couple of inches to 5' 4''.
Harry then put on the Potter ring, this time the pain was less, but he felt as if his forehead had split wide open, as his aura came into the visible spectrum, causing a golden halo to form around him. Ragnok saw there was no more black spot in the now golden aura. In addition, Harry now stood at 5' 7", having grown another 3 inches in height.
Harry finally put the Black ring, his magic changed once again to a pure light aura, an aura said to exist only in tales of legend. What color would be his aura change to upon reaching his magical maturity at 17 Ragnok wondered? Another benefit of having accepted the Black heritage, Harry grew an additional 4 inches in height and gained a much broader and more defined bone structure. Harry didn't need his trademark glasses any longer and his eyes now had a ring of stormy gray around the famous green with little brown chips. His facial features were now more aristocratic than Draco Malfoy's. He now looked like the true blue blooded aristocratic that he was. He was still thin and needed to put on some muscle mass, but he looked too handsome to be left alone for his own good.
He now looked like a very powerful, confident man. Magic just flowed from him.
"How do I look Ragnok", asked Harry.
Unable to speak, Ragnok just conjured a full length mirror. To say Harry was surprised was simply understatement.
Harry was stunned at his new appearance, the infamous scar was faded to almost nothing, he had grown 9 inches in height, his face was more defined, his eyes had changed to a stormy green, and his trademark messy hair now fell in beautiful layers and seemed shaded with red.
His constant headache was gone, he felt very light and felt for the first time that he was free and could fly by just standing.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was getting angry, he knew something or rather a lot of things were not right at all. There was a big problem somewhere.
"What is my magic level now Ragnok, and what was it before? ", silently praying that there was not too much difference, or he will really have to kill somebody he loved dearly and somebody he had depended on the last four years of his life.
Ragnok answered, "Sir, it is pure white even after Black inheritance, earlier it was blue".
"What does it mean exactly Ragnok?"
" Well Sir, levels are as follows – pink, red, purple, light purple, blue , light blue, brown, yellow, green , silver, gold, white, visible white and finally platinum – for light wizards."
"Shit, that means someone or someone's had really messed my magic. And why are you calling me Sir? Please call me Harry or I'll also call you Sir and it will lead to lot of confusion Ragnok", Said Harry.
"Can you tell me what was wrong with my magic?" asked Harry.
"Harry, it is just, it is the first time I have seen a wizard with visible white aura, and after your magical maturity you will have platinum aura. You had seven blocks on your magic, one link siphoning your magic; three blocks binding your magic so that did not let your magic grow as it should have, one binding your looks, two strong tracking charms. The link was a piece of someone's soul and it was creating one of the bindings on you magic. I believe that one was from Tom Riddle and the other binding and siphoning blocks, look binding and tracing charms were from Albus Dumbledore, all applied before your second birthday. "
Harry just closed his eyes as a single tear wound its way down his chin, thinking of all he had lost, how he would have been able to perform in Hogwarts and how much he could learn.
He was really sad that the man he loved like a grandfather had done this to him.
He had still not asked for the wills, he didn't even know if he will be able to continue, he was so hurt, but knew he must go on. It was a sad day in hell, it seems life and destiny had decided that he had to suffer and only suffering was in his life. When he had three parents, all three had been taken from him, two by death and one was in prison. When he got one back, his dad didn't even tell him, that he was his son; no he said he was his godfather.
He didn't know what to think of Sirius now.
"God, please forgive all the sins I committed, what have I done to get this life? Maybe I am alive just to be a tool of destiny." thought Harry bitterly. But then he remembered reading, "to live by destiny is no living, but to fight it and to fight with it and make best out of it is what make a man a man". That is what he will do.
