Harry Potter and the Clan

Wizards

"Again Hadrian!" barked a tall man with dark hair, "faster this time."

"Sir," replied the young boy with spiky black hair.

Both were dressed in blood red gi, the older man had a black belt with 8 gold bars at the end while the boy had a black belt with no bars.

The boy, Hadrian, started a kata, most people watching it would see it as something a kin to a dance, and it had a rhythm to it that made it look graceful. But people who were trained in this martial art knew that it was very advanced set, beyond most 9 year olds. But this was no ordinary 9 year old, Hadrian James Potter-Kuznetsov, adopted son, and heir, to the Russian billionaire, Vitaly Kuznetsov.

"Better," the tall man said.

"Thanks Josh," Hadrian said. "What's next; swords or guns?"

"Good one Had," the man, Josh, laughed. "But your dad would have my nuts if I gave you a gun in here." He pointed around the large room they were in. It was a big room, with a wall of mirrors on one side, large windows at either end, letting any sunlight in, and the back wall had a few doors, leading to the changing rooms and the rest of the house, and a rack of training weapons.

"Aw, please?" Hadrian asked him again.

"No, you know you're only allowed to use guns on the range. And you're not allowed actual swords till next year," Josh told him. "Grab two training short swords from the rack"

Hadrian walked towards the rack and grabbed two training swords, the handles were around a foot long, and the blades, which had been dulled, they would hurt, but they could not cut you, were around three feet long. The hilts were black, while the blades glinted in the sunlight. Josh walked down the rack further and grabbed nearly identical swords, except that the hilts were ice blue.

"Now, I do believe it's your turn to start Had," Josh told him as he levelled his swords.

"With pleasure," Hadrian told him before making his first move, his swords sweeping in arcs at the midriff of Josh.

~THE CLAN~

45 minutes later, both man and boy were dripping with sweat and wincing occasionally.

"Hadrian, you'll be a fine swordsman one day," a man in a suit said as he walked in. "Your father has told you that you are to come with him to see the Lynch family today, yes?"

"He has, Jonathan," Hadrian told him.

"Good, your suit is in the changing room, I will have shoes and a watch for when you're finished," Jonathan told him. "Oh, and your father has decided to take his latest purchase, there."

Hadrian just grinned as he put his training swords away and walked into a changing room.

Half an hour later, and a quarter of a tub of anti-flamme later, Hadrian walked out of the changing room, into an atrium, in a jet black suit, with a blood red shirt and black tie underneath the jacket.

"Master Hadrian," Jonathan said as he walked out. "I guessed that you would want the black watch, with blood red accents and the pointed slip-on shoes."

"Right, as usual Jonathan," Hadrian told his personal butler. "How is Isabelle?" referring to his former nurse maid, and his butler's wife.

"She's good Master Hadrian, quite happy that she's got another baby to look after," Jonathan told him, he and his wife had just had their first child. "Now, down to the garage, your father wants to talk business with Adrian before the dinner."

~THE CLAN~

"Vitaly," a portly man said. "Beautiful purchase, as always." The purchase was a restored, 1968 Lamborghini Espada Coupe.

"Yes, the owner was sad to see it go, but he needed the money," the tall, regal looking Vitaly Kuznetsov laughed. "Now, why don't we send Aidan and Hadrian away, and we'll get down to business?"

"Yes, come in Vitaly, Hadrian," he said, before turning and yelling down the hall of his manor. "Aidan, the guests are here."

As everyone walked inside the house of Adrian Lynch a tall, young looking blonde haired man, walked out to greet them, "Mr Kuznetsov, good to see you again," he said, before seeing Hadrian. "And you too, Had, been a while."

"Hey Aidan, can we go play pool?" Hadrian asked he loved playing pool.

"Sure, come on, we'll leave them," he started, nodding his head at their fathers, "to their business."

They went down to the basement to play pool.

"So, Vitaly, is it that time of year again?" Adrian asked.

"It is Adrian, we recruited another few dozen people this year, and we need to upgrade the weapons."

"So that's 435 people now? That's a lot of people needing to be completely kitted out, it'll easily be 15million," Vitaly told him. "And that's if you were getting the same weapons as last time."

"Yea, I'll need more grenades than last time, they don't last too long."

"You've used nearly 15,000 grenades in 8 years."

"Yes and not one of the Clan has been arrested," Vitaly told him. "That's the more amazing thing."

"Wow," was all that Adrian could say before an intercom system cut him off.

"Um, Dad," Aidan's nervous voice came through the system. "You guys need to come see what Hadrian's doing."

"Aidan, we're doing business, we'll come see after," Adrian told him.

"No, Dad, not after business. Now. I told you the name Potter rang a bell, I know why now."

Adrian blanched, "on our way son."

"Should I just leave the list on your desk, it's pretty straight forward. A few oddities, like some vehicles, but nothing too hard," Vitaly told him before following Adrian to a stairway concealed behind a bookcase.

~THE CLAN~

As Adrian and Vitaly walked into the basement, where the Pool table was, they were shocked to see Hadrian's hair colour changing between Black, Silver, Green and Blood Red, while his eyes followed. He was staring at himself in the mirror.

"Dad," Aidan said. "I'd like you to meet, Harry James Potter, son of the late James Potter and Lily Potter, wizard."

"Oh shit," was all Adrian thought before Vitaly turned to him.

"Adrian, please tell me, you knew of wizards too?"

Now it was Adrian and Aidan's turn to be shocked. "What, Vitaly? Do you mean to say you know of the wizarding world?"

Vitaly shook his head, "not well, my brother was a wizard, he was killed fighting with twin brothers named Gideon and Fabian, he was trying to help them get back to their family when they were ambushed," Vitaly explained. "I have only visited the Wizarding community twice, once before my brother started at Durmstrang, and once for his funeral."

"Wow, you know I was an only child?" Adrian asked Vitaly, who nodded. "Yes, well, I also happened to be a muggle-born, a wizard born to muggles. It was my father, who was ex-military, who started the business using a lot of corrupt contacts. I've used money, a master's in business, wizardry and muggle, and a cut-throat business attitude to build my father's business into an empire of supply."

"Where do you get a master's in business for wizardry?" Vitaly asked.

"Most people do not know this, but Oxford campus is actually twice the size, the other half is a wizardry campus. But not as many people are going there, mainly people who are going into business or into warding, otherwise NEWTs are enough."

"Wow, so you say that Hadrian is a wizard?" Vitaly asked, turning to Aidan.

"Yea, I've only known one other person to ever be able to do what he's doing," Aidan told Vitaly, nodding at Harry. "Nymphadora Tonks, she started, and was sorted into my house, Hufflepuff, a few years after I left. Metamorphmagus, even some of the 7th years had suggestions for her to try, though; she did refuse a few, mainly the ones involving making her bustier. Some people do not know when to stop. I saw her one summer in Diagon Alley, a few of my friends' siblings pointed her out."

"Right," Vitaly said, "what do we do?"

"Tomorrow, me and Aidan," Adrian began. "Will take you to Diagon Alley and Gringotts, we will get him tested, to make sure he's healthy, as well as to find out what, if any, families he is the head of, and any other abilities he has or will gain over the next few years."

"Ok, I'm guessing, that knowing Hadrian, he will end up buying as many books as he can," Vitaly said with a laugh.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Adrian said while Aidan nodded.

Hadrian's intelligence and love for knowledge was legendry with the staff. If he saw a book, fiction or not, that he liked the look of, he would buy it. The manor had already had a rather large library, but just after Harry's 7th birthday, Vitaly had had to have it expanded, resulting in large library, with a workout room above one half of it.

Vitaly looked at the clock, it read 9pm, "Hadrian, I have a feeling that we will have a long day tomorrow, off to bed now son."

"Yes, sir," Hadrian said, before changing his hair and eyes to blood red and walking up the stairs.

~THE CLAN~

Hadrian was awake from 6am the next morning. He got up and did his morning ritual, 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 star jumps, 50 crunches, twice. Plus his kata's, then showered before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

Halfway through his breakfast Aidan Lynch walked in, "how're you feeling Had?"

"I dunno, Aidan," Hadrian told him. "I mean, I've always known I was odd, and there was the time where I threw James, during training, and he kinda dented the wall. We always just thought he was running too fast. We never told dad, but, I dunno, maybe it was magic?"

"Had, that woulda been accidental magic, it happens from time to time when your magical core is settling," Aidan told him. "I'm considered to not have a very big magical core, meaning I'm not as strong as some people, like dad or my former potions teacher, Professor Snape, but I've always loved to learn too, so my knowledge exceeds most people, in the two proper duels I've been in, I've won because I've used spells that my opponents didn't know how to counter."

"Did you know my parents?" Hadrian asked him.

"I met them a few times in my first few years at school" Aidan told him.

"Wow," was all Had could say.

"Yea, your parents were amazing, your mother helped with potions sometimes and your father helped me with transfiguration but Sirius was the biggest joker I've ever heard of. And that includes your father."

It was common knowledge that Vitaly always liked a good joke if it was close friends around. In fact, he and Hadrian had been known to spend the day bonding by joking around and pranking the staff. Not that the staff minded, they hadn't seen Vitaly happy in a very long time.

"So, looking forward to finding out if you're as amazing as everyone says, Had?" Aidan asked him.

"Yea, but I guess it'll take some time to get used to being famous," Hadrian and Aidan had talked about what Had was to the wizarding world since Aidan had finished his story about Had's godfather.

"You boys ready to go already?" Adrian Lynch asked them as he walked in.

"Yes, dad," Aidan replied, as Vitaly walked in less than a minute later.

"Alright, let's go, only Hadrian will be able to be in the ceremonial room, and it could take nearly an hour or two," Adrian told him.

"Wow," was all Vitaly could say, before a man in a suit came in.

"The car is ready to go, sir," the man told Adrian.

~THE CLAN~

"We're here," Adrian said as they stopped outside a dingy building.

"What?" Hadrian and Vitaly asked.

"Come on," Aidan said, grabbing Had. "I'll show you," they ran through the pub into the back yard, where someone had just tapped a brick with a stick.

Before Hadrian's eyes, an archway appeared, the bricks moving and reshaping themselves.

"Holy crap!" exclaimed Had.

"Hadrian, watch your language in public," Vitaly told him.

"Yes, sir," Had replied, before turning to Adrian. "Can we go get those tests done, sir?"

"Sure, Had, come on, follow me and Aidan," Adrian said.

"Actually dad, would I be able to go to double Q Suppliers, I need a new seeker's glove," Aidan said.

"Are you sure it's not to see Jennifer?" Adrian asked his son. "Go on then," he finished as his son blushed.

After several minutes of walking, stopping to look at a few stores, they reached a white stone building. With ugly looking things standing either side of the doors, Adrian explained that the building was made of a goblin excavated stone, much like marble, and that the creatures at the door were goblins. They walked through the door, and came to a second set of doors, which had a plaque on them;

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn
Must pay dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floor
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

"What does that mean?" Hadrian asked, looking at Adrian.

"It means, that if you try to steal from here, it will be very difficult and wouldn't be the smartest idea," Vitaly told him, before leading him through the doors and up to a teller, also a goblin.

"How may I help you, sir?" the goblin asked sarcastically.

"First, Ironfist, you can get me Ragnok, second, speak to me like that again, and I will report you," Adrian told him caustically, the goblin jumped into action, racing off to an office along the back wall. He came back less than a moment later and indicated for the group to go into the office.

"Ahh, Adrian, how is your gold running my friend?" A goblin siting behind a desk asked as they walked in.

"My gold has been running well, and yours Ragnok?" Adrian asked in reply.

"Very well, thanks to some of those more lucrative ideas that you presented," the goblin, Ragnok, began. "Now, what brings you to see me this day?"

"Well, Ragnok, it seems, that my good friend Vitaly," he indicated to the tall regal looking man on his right. "has unknowingly adopted a wizard son," he pointed to Hadrian, who was supporting jet black hair and blood red eyes. "We would like to a heritage and abilities scan on Hadrian."

"Right, well, nobody can be in the ceremony room except whoever is being tested, as you know," Ragnok told them.

"That is fine, Adrian and I need breakfast they boys were eager to arrive," Vitaly told him. "I trust Adrian, and if he trusts you with the care of his money, and with the care of my son, then I will trust you with my son also."

"Well, we will send a message when we are done," Ragnok told him before turning to Hadrian. "Now, if you would like to follow me Hadrian?"

As they arrived back into the entrance room Vitaly and Adrian left, while Hadrian and Ragnok went down some stairs before coming to an underground cavern, with a door off to the left.

"Right, now, Hadrian," Ragnok started. "When you go through that door," he gestured to a door opposite them. "You'll have to strip down," Hadrian blushed, "and hop into the pool in there. I won't go into details, but the potion in it puts you into a stasis like state and shows all the families you are or will be head of," he gestured to the left hand wall, "and all the abilities you have or will have," he gestured to the right this time.

"So, all I have to do is get nude, get into a giant bath and stay there?" Hadrian asked the goblin.

"In short, yes, it will also take away any restraints are residual effects on you," Ragnok told him.

"What do you mean?" Hadrian asked, genuinely confused.

"There are wizards and witches around who are able to put restraints on other witches or wizards, meaning that they can only use a certain amount of their power," Ragnok explained, leading Harry towards the door. "This potion will remove them, or, most of them, there are a few which it will identify but be unable to remove, they will appear above the door."

Hadrian walked through the door, stripped off and slipped into the potion, he swum around for a few minutes before stopping.

~THE CLAN~

Ragnok was doing some paperwork while in the Ceremony Room, while he waited for the potion to start working, it could take anywhere up to an hour to start, which was why any goblin that instigated the test would always bring work.

After around an hour the first name lit up on the left wall, 'Potter'. Ragnok saw this and grunted before going back to work.

Over the next four hours, Ragnok became more and more surprised, as a total of fourteen names appeared, four with a small 'M' and ten with a small 'H' beside them. The amount of names wasn't what amazed Ragnok; he himself had seen a person with twenty-two house names light up, what amazed him was the sheer historical value of the names.

He turned his head to look at the other wall, which he had neglected since he had seen the name 'Peverell' appear. He was just as amazed by the right hand wall, including 'Metamorphmagus' there were fourteen abilities as well. Finally he looked up at the front wall, above the door was written; powers bound, abilities bound, horcrux and visual impairment. This made Ragnok gasp, then get angry. The boy's magical guardian had bound his powers and abilities, and impaired his vision.

About fifteen minutes later, a piece of parchment, with all the names, abilities and restraints, appeared in front of Ragnok, signalling the test was completed, it was another few minutes before Hadrian came out of the room, looking thoroughly refreshed.

"Right, Hadrian," Ragnok began. "We will go back to my office and discuss the test."

~THE CLAN~

"Right Hadrian," Ragnok said as he sat down. "I have in front of me," he gestured to the parchment which was now sitting on the desk, "the names of the families you will be the head of at your 11th birthday, the abilities you have and the restraints you had on you."

"Do I get to know now?" Hadrian asked, "or do I have to wait until I'm 11?"

"You will find out now," Ragnok asked. "We will also go through the wills from the last ancestor of each family."

"Ok, I may be young, sir" Hadrian began. "But ever since my 6th birthday my father has made me sit in on business meetings he has held."

"Right, well, let's start, shall we?" Ragnok grabbed a very thick folder out of the bottom draw, which was an interdepartmental information system. "I will start with the oldest family and work forward."

"At the age of 11, you, Hadrian James Potter-Kuznetsov will assume the role of the head of the following Ancient and Most Noble Houses;
Den Domhan, magical heir
An Aeir, hereditary heir
An Uisce, magical heir
Dόiyeáin, hereditary heir
Pendragon, hereditary heir
Ambrosius, hereditary heir
Polotsk, magical heir
Gryffindor, hereditary heir
Draculești, hereditary heir
Slytherin, magical heir
Ravenclaw, hereditary heir
Hufflepuff, hereditary heir
Peverell, hereditary heir
Potter, hereditary heir"

"Wait, Pendragon and Ambrosius," Hadrian said, "as in Arthur Pendragon of Camelot and Merlin Ambrosius?"

"The one and the same," Ragnok told him. "They were both part of the magical world, should we begin the abilities? or the Wills?"

"The abilities please, sir," Hadrian said.

"Right, I will provide a small explanation with each of them," Ragnok stated. "You will begin to see more of them as you get older;
Metamorphmagus; the ability to change any feature you wish to anything you wish, within reason;
Muti-Animage; you have the ability to have multiple animagus, or animal forms, to an extent;
Parseltongue; you can speak to snakes;
Lycanthrope; you have the form of a werewolf, but unlike regular werewolves, yours will be like an animagus form;
Sword crafting; pretty straight forward;
Staff crafting; you are able to craft staffs and wands easier than most;
Elemental control; you can control all four elements, which is the first time anybody has been able to control all four;
Spell crafting; when you master this you will be able to control your magic and be able to craft new spells, a common ability compared to the rest, but good none the less;
Day walker; you are a descendant of the first vampires, you have all of their abilities, and none of the weaknesses of modern day vampires;
Linguist; a very useful ability, even if most people don't see the need for languages;
Shadow creature; an amazing ability, you can use shadows to travel, very handy."

"Holy Crap!" Hadrian exclaimed, before remembering he was in public. "Sorry sir."

"It is fine Hadrian, I caught myself using the goblin equivalent while in the ceremony room," Ragnok laughed. "From this list, you are going to be a very powerful wizard Hadrian."

"Thank you, sir, I think," Hadrian told him.

"Do you want a few minutes before we start the wills, or should we start now?" Ragnok asked him.

"May as well get it over and done with, Ragnok," Hadrian told him.

"We will start with the youngest this time, is that alright?" Ragnok asked, Hadrian nodded and he continued. "I will also only give a brief overview of each family."

"Okay, the Potter family;
Total Galleons, 275, 400, 198
Total properties, 3
Total contracts, 1"

"Peverell;
Total Galleons, 480, 768, 234
Total properties, 2
Total contracts, 2"

"Hufflepuff;
Total Galleons, 795, 348,146
Total properties, 25% of Hogwarts Castle and 2 properties
Total contracts, 1"

"Ravenclaw;
Total Galleons, 900, 275,693
Total properties, 25% of Hogwarts Castle and 2 properties
Total contracts, 2"

"Slytherin;
Total Galleons, 670, 235, 739
Total properties, 25% of Hogwarts Castle and 2 properties
Total contracts, 3"

"Draculești;
Total Galleons, 1, 214, 932, 561
Total properties, 1
Total contracts, 1"

"Gryffindor;
Total Galleons, 749, 628, 135
Total properties, 25% of Hogwarts Castle and 2 properties
Total contracts, 1"

"Polotsk;
Total galleons, 149, 786, 235
Total properties, 9
Total contracts, 1"

"Any questions, Master Hadrian?" Ragnok asked.

"None yet, Ragnok, please, continue," Hadrian replied.

"Ambrosius,
Total Galleons, 2, 684, 722, 139
Total properties, 3
Total contracts, 2"

"Pendragon,
Total Galleons, 7, 893, 127, 652
Total properties, 2
Total contracts, 2"

"Den Domhan,
Total Galleons, 3, 209, 817, 653
Total properties, 1
No contracts"

"An Aeir,
Total Galleons, 2, 147 483, 647
Total properties, 2
No contracts"

"An Uisce
Total Galleons, 479, 001, 599
Total properties, 3
No contracts"

"Dόiyeáin
Total Galleons, 2, 971, 215, 073
Total properties, 2
No contracts"

"Holy crap, I'm rich," Hadrian stated.

"Um, Hadrian, you have the combined wealth of the 10 richest wizarding families. Multiplied by 3," Ragnok told him. "You are very rich." Ragnok told him.

"How much in total?" Hadrian asked.

"Total galleons; 24, 621, 742, 704
Total properties; 37, including Hogwarts Castle and Camelot Castle
Total contracts; 16; however, due to the merging of quite a few families and ineligibility of others, by completing 2 of them, you will have legally completed your obligations."

"Wow, when can I get access to all of it?" Hadrian asked.

"Well, sir, there are a few things we need to sort out first," Ragnok told him. "We need to sort out the Head Account Manager and the other account managers. We need to organise the vaults, which could take several months. And we need to get you to sign the Wills."

"Ragnok, you have treated me with nothing but honour since I arrived," Hadrian started. "You also seem to have a cut-throat business attitude, I would be honoured for you to be my Head Account Manager, and I will leave it to your discretion to appoint the other managers."

"I would be honoured master Hadrian," Ragnok said proudly.

"How will they be organised?" Hadrian asked.

"However you would like, sir," Ragnok began. "Many of the older families with large accounts here, organise them by having books in one section, armour and weapons in another, so on and so forth."

"That would be good," Hadrian grinned. "Would having the books in alphabetical order, by subject, be alright?"

"It would probably be the easiest way for you to access them," Ragnok answered. "Now, fourteen Wills aren't going to sign, initial and date themselves," he lifted a pile of folders onto the desk. "Each of these folders contains the Wills, it details everything which is in the vaults, from books to armour, from weapons to potions, it contains every piece of information."

"Alright, where to start?" Hadrian asked.

Ragnok answered by pulling the top one off of the pile, opening it to the last page and showing him where to put the details.

~THE CLAN~

When Hadrian had finished signing everything, he looked at Ragnok expectantly.

"Right, there were a few things on one of the lists I didn't like the look of, so I am going to go get a goblin mage to help me," Ragnok told him before leaving.

He arrived back a few minutes later with a much older goblin in tow.

"This is Hadrian, Mage Razorclaw," Ragnok said, as he bowed, Hadrian followed suit, a fact which made both goblins grin, an ugly grin.

"I have been told that you have some very dark magic in your body, Young Master Hadrian," Mage Razorclaw said. "I am here to remove it."

~THE CLAN~

Half an hour later and Hadrian was standing in the entrance hall of Gringotts bank, with a very large folder in one hand and a piece of enchanted parchment in the other.

Five minutes later, Vitaly Kuznetsov and Adrian and Aidan Lynch walked in. They walked up to Hadrian.

"So, what's the damage?" Vitaly asked, grinning.

"Um, well, Dad, that's the thing," Hadrian began, grinning a bit. "With the exchange rate, from Galleons to Pounds, I'm the richest person in either the wizarding or muggle world."

To say Vitaly was shocked was like saying a gas expanding, hollow point bullet would hurt a little if it hit you.

His jaw literally dropped and he swayed on his feet before Aidan and Adrian grabbed his arms.

It was twenty minutes later, when they were in the car on the way back to the Lynch's London residence before he could speak again.

"By how much?" was all Vitaly asked.

"Um, they say a Galleon is worth just under 12GBP, if that's true I'm worth just under 300billion," Hadrian told him.

"Holy fuck!" was heard from all three men in the room.

"Kinda what I said when Ragnok, the goblin," Hadrian told his father, "told me that."

"So, what's in that folder?" Adrian asked.

"This folder contains every single piece of financial piece of information about," Hadrian grinned," my small fortune. I was hoping that you two would help me go through it. It also has some stuff related to what they found in the ritual."

"Yea, I think that would be fine, Hadrian," Adrian told him. "That is, after we get some Vodka into your father."

Vitaly just nodded.