Chapter 3: Ice Water
Recap: Bearclaw and Harry are going to the goblin Healers.
It was a rather peaceful day at the goblin hospital. No one had had any accidents with the carts. No one had gotten into a duel. No moronic humans had tried to get closer to the 'pretty lizards' (dragons) and ended up with sever burns. Then a storm in the form of a very pissed off Potter Accounts Manager burst thru the door ranting about blocks on someone. Eventually he was reduced to swearing, very loudly I might add, in the goblin tongue. The Healers turned to the small boy that had followed the angry goblin into the ward.
"Do you know what he is going on about?" one of the Healers asked Harry. He shrugged.
"Apparently I have some very extensive blocks on my mind, body, magic and blood." Harry said, "and as for why I'm not freaking out like him, one, I'm muggle raised, so I don't really know what it means and two, he's freaking out enough for both of us." Harry jerked his thumb at the still swearing goblin.
"Why won't he just shut up?" one of the Junior Healers complained. There was a silent agreement with the statement.
"Why don't we slip him a mickey?" Harry asked and at the looks of confusion elaborated, "a mickey is a muggle term used to describe when someone gives another person a sleeping draught without telling said person drinking it." Two of the Senior Healers smirked at each other, several days ago they had lost a bet to the other goblin and honor must be upheld.
"Here, Bearclaw, drink," one of the two said, handing the account manager a sleeping draught, who promptly drank and fell over snoring.
"Should we put him on a bed?" one of the Junior Healers asked but a quick look at the Senior Healers made him 'forget' his question.
"Well, then, now that that is taken care of, why don't we take a look at you, mister...?"
"My name's Harry. Harry Potter."
"Well, Mr. Potter, let's see how many blocks and health problems you have."
Thirty minutes later:
"I'm starting to think that Bearclaw had the right idea." the Healer stated, "This is the single, most disgusting set of blocks I have ever seen. To block someone's magic like this, a child's no less, is simply foul and to leave a soul leach within the boy! Monstrous! I'm afraid that we can't remove the blocks here, we will have to take you to a ritual chamber and we will need cursebreakers. The nerve of those humans! To leave a child like this? Disgraceful! And who was the moron that beat and starved the child? His growth has been stunted, his eyesight is terrible, he has scars covering his entire back and most of his bones have been broken at least once! And they think we are monsters!" The Healer than lapsed into the goblin tongue commanding the other goblins to find some cursebreakers and prepare the ritual chamber.
Bearclaw just slept.
Ten minutes later in the Ritual Chamber:
"I must warn you, Mr. Potter, this will not be pleasant." the head cursebreaker said to the teenager. Harry nodded and lay down on the alter that had been prepared for the ritual. The team of cursebreakers surrounded him and began chanting. The small boy that lay nude on the alter writhed in pain as the leach in his scar fought against its destruction. Chanting increased before the leach spiraled out of the now unconscious boy's scar, vanishing in a flash of light.
The cursebreakers drank replenishing potions before they returned to chanting. This time the chanting was not the fast and near deadly pace that it was before, no, now it sounded similar to a heartbeat, slow, steady and life-giving. The scars on his body, minus the scar from the basilisk, vanished leaving clean, unblemished skin. He grew several inches and then, one by one, they unlocked his abilities and blood. Finally, three hours after the start of the ritual (which was record breaking in itself, it was more than twice as long as any other similar ritual and had many of the cursebreakers and healers gritting their teeth at the injustices done to the poor boy), they were done.
The next day:
He felt good, better than he could remember feeling in a long time. He opened his eyes. Where were his glasses? Wait, he could already see everything!
"Oh, good. You're awake." Harry looked at the person who had spoken, it was Bearclaw. "We need to discuss a few things today, including, but not limited to, your inheritance, your lordship, your vaults and what you are not supposed to suggest to a couple of Healers who lost a bet to me a few days prior." Harry smiled sheepishly at the goblin, who was obviously trying to not laugh at what he had done, that battle was lost before it began and Bearclaw began to chuckle. "Serves me right for not checking what it is I'm drinking before hand. Now, can you get up? We have lots of ground to cover today." The new and improved Hadrian James Potter swung his legs out of bed and stood up, he was taller, that much was sure. Idly, Harry wondered what other changes had occurred before following the still chuckling Bearclaw out of the room.
Back in Bearclaw's office:
"Well, Scion Potter, why don't we repeat yesterday's attempt at finding out what your lines and abilities are, shall we?" and so, Harry once again filled the potioned inkwell with his blood and watched as Bearclaw took the quill and set it to the parchment. "Now, seeing as I have no idea how long this will take, why don't we go over the Potter estate?"
Fifteen minutes later:
"What do you mean I own one fourth of both Quiditch Supplies and Zonko's?"
Five minutes later:
"I have a manor?"
Twenty minutes later:
"I have penthouses in almost every major country in the world?"
This continued for three hours, fifteen minutes and one lunch break. Finally, the pen stopped writing.
"Well, Scion Potter, let's see what you have here," Bearclaw picked up the paper and scanned it, his eyes growing larger with every line. He soon reached the bottom, his eyes as big a saucers. "Well, Scion Potter, I am officially blown away. Never before have I seen this amount of power in one person, both politically speaking and magically speaking. Here," Bearclaw handed the parchment to Harry, who nearly dropped it when he saw the sheer amount of writing upon it.
(Author's note: I could have been really evil and ended the chapter here but I already got one review from someone who doesn't take kindly to cliffies. I Foresaw some flames if I ended it here so I decided to play nice and not, even if it is at the cost of not getting the chapter out to you faster.)
The Parchment:
Hadrian James Potter, 'Harry', son of James Charles Potter and Lily Marie Evans Potter
Lines to Inherit:
Potter (Lord): Thru James Potter
Black (Lord): Thru Dorea Potter née Black and by the Will of Sirius Black
Draven (Lord): Thru Marriage to Potter Line
Flamel (Lord): Thru Marriage to Perenelle Flamel née Potter
Perevell: (Lord): Thru James Potter
Slytherin (Lord): Right by Conquest
Hufflepuff (Lord): Thru Lily Evans Potter
Ravenclaw (Lord): Thru Lily Evans Potter
Gryffindor (Lord): Thru James Potter
La Fey (High Lord): Thru Lily Evans Potter
Emrys (High Lord): Right by Magic
Flameborn (Duke, Lord Peacekeeper): Right by Choice of Fate
Gifts (sorted by different lines inherited from):
Light Magic
Transfiguration
Charms
Persuasion (aka 'Potter Charm')
Grey Magic
Metamorphmagus
Natural Magics
Dragon's Breath
Wand Crafting
Blacksmithing
Forest Mage
Alchemy
Perfect Recall
Comprehension
Obliviation Resistance
Death Magic
Beast Friend
Defense Magics
Storm Mage
Parsel Magic
Potions
Beast Speak
Water Mage (Water Mage)
Healing Magic
Arithmancy
Telepathy
Terra Mage (Earth Elemental)
Archery
Runic Magics
Occulmency
Wind Magic (Air Elemental)
Swordsmanship
Battle Magic
Ligamency
Fire Mage (Fire Elemental)
Warding
Wandless Magic
Ritual Magic
Soul Magic
Multi-animagus (non-magical animals)
Illusion
Conjuration
Ancient Magic
Multi-animagus (Magical Beings)
Extended Life
Elfin (both High and House) Magic
Goblin Magic
Mer Magic
Centaur Magic
Various other Magical Beings Magic
Gift of Tongues
Magical Status:
High Archmage (Note: full potential not yet reached)
Even Harry knew enough about Lordships and power to know that he was easily the most powerful person on the planet. He reread the last part and started hyperventilating. The last High Archmage had been Merlin!
"Why don't we review your vaults, Scion Potter-Black-Draven-Flamel-Perevell-Slytherin-Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw-Gryffindor-La Fey-Emrys-Flameborn?" Bearclaw said and Harry glared at him. "We can also look at the importance of the different families."
"Very well," Harry said, as Bearclaw sent for the ledgers to Harry's newly acquired vaults. A younger goblin soon brought back eleven large ledgers and Bearclaw took another from behind his desk. Harry's eyes widened as he took in the large books.
"Let's begin."
Yes! Another chapter done! I will be going back to school so I don't know how quickly I will be able to post the next chapter. But I would like to take the time to thank some of my reviewers.
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That's all for now, folks! I Foresee some treachery!
-The Seer
