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Hadrian walked out of Gringotts feeling dejected. It wasn't anything he hadn't known before but it still hurt to think that his parents were so involved in the war that they blew off the entire Potter fortune to pay for it. They even sold Potter Manor, other properties, businesses, heirlooms, books, and anything else in their possession. All they had kept was the cottage in Godric Hollow and a couple thousand gallons. The cottage was a run-down wreck and was sized by the ministry so he couldn't sell it (he probably could have made a killing as being the birthplace of the boy-who-lived and the place where Voldemort was 'killed'). Once Sirius got hold of the Black fortune, he did the same thing. At least he only had it for two years before getting sent to Azkaban. How did they expect to live without money and a huge debt over their heads? If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that Dumbledore had stolen the money using his position as his magical guardian, but luckily Dumbledore hadn't touched his money other than the 1,000 gallons a year sent to the Dursleys from his trust vault.
It wasn't surprising that he was the Slytherin heir. When Tom had made him a horcrux, it acted like a magical adoption making him Tom's heir, ergo, the Slytherin heir.
His financial situation wasn't that big of a deal. Due to the muggle-wizard war, everyone who hadn't escaped to another world or dimension had died (which was pretty much everyone expect for Hadrian, Tom, some necromancers, and a couple of muggle astronauts in space who died shortly after due to lack of oxygen and food). This left a great many treasures to be discovered for scavengers). Once everyone was died, Hadrian and Tom waited 150 years (the minimum time a vault can lay unclaimed until the ministry takes it) before they broke into Gringotts and took everything of value from every vault not to mention all the wizarding homes left empty. It was a massive project that took years but it was very rewarding. Money, precious metals, jewelry, weapons, magical artifacts, books, all there for the taking. They didn't feel bad because no-one really had any claim to them. This left them filthy rich and a half-a-billon galleon debt wasn't anything Hadrian was going to cry over.
Hadrian shook his head and looked at the building his feet led him to. Because of the abuse done to his young body by the Dursley's, he was dangerously malnourished and underweight. He needed to get on a potion regime and maybe cause a bit of a scandal.
Every time Hadrian had ever visited St. Mungo's, it was crowded. I could imagine why; it was the only magical hospital in all the UK. I smell a profitable business venture.
Hadrian walked up to the receptionist and rang the bell. The harassed-looking woman looked down at him. "Hi, I need a check-up" said Hadrian
"Do you have an appointment"
"No"
"Is it serious?"
"No"
She looked dismissive. "Well I'll see what I can do for you. What is your name?"
"Harry Potter" That got her attention.
"H-H-Harry Potter. How are you?" she stuttered while flicking her eyes to his scar.
"Fine. Now when can I expect that check-up" Hadrian chuckled
"Oh… I'll set that up now" and she ran off to get it done. Sometimes it paid to be famous no matter how much it annoyed him.
She came back two minutes later and led him to a room. It was the typical examination room with white washed walls, a single bed, sink, and chair. The smell of disinfectant was overpowering. Five minutes later, the door opened and four healers came in. They introduced themselves as the Head of Medicine, the Head of Pediatrics, a Healer named Patrick, and nurse.
"What seems to be the problem Mr. Potter?" Patrick asked as he pulled up a chair
Hadrian looked at each of the healers before answering, "How much of my life after that Halloween night do you know about?"
The healers looked surprised. Finally David, the Head of Medicine, answered, "You defeated You-know-who 9 years ago and was sent to live with your muggle relations."
There was a pause, "That is correct, and I did not receive any medical attention after being hit by the killing curse, nor was the environment in my aunt and uncles home the best place to raise a child; especially a magical child. From the night of that incident and the present I have only received medical attention two times. I want to make sure that everything is alright."
"What do you mean Mr. Potter"
"Well, let's just say that I wasn't provided regular meals and have had numerous broken bones without getting treatment."
Healer Patrick looked sick and the others traded worried glances. That began a series of test which made some of them quite green and angry, especially when they asked him to take off his shirt.
"Mr. Potter, who is your guardian?" David looked ready to tear someone's head off.
"My mother's sister and her husband and my magical guardian was Albus Dumbledore."
The Healers gathered in a far corner whispering furiously
"He can't go back…"
"Look, multiple concussions to the head and some of them are recent…"
"Blunt-force-trauma caused bad eyesight…"
"I can't believe that Dumbledore let this happen…"
"Must contact Wizarding Child Services…"
"Potions…"
"Didn't even have the decency to give him proper glasses..."
"I have no problem taking him in, and if they try to send him back, I'll… I'll kidnap him…"
"When this gets out, there's going to be a mob of wizards looking for these 'relatives'…"
"Dumbledore must not know…"
"Our Savior…"
They broke up and walked back to the bed looking like they had made up their minds. "We have come to a decision. We will have to file a case with WCS and start the treatment to make you better. A nutrient and growth potion regiment is needed not to mention counseling. Once you have a proper guardian, they will take care of you." Patrick put his hand on the boys shoulder "Don't worry son, you will never have to go back to those monsters again." He gave a reassuring smile.
"Thank you but there is no need. I became emancipated today and will be living in one of my family properties. I will not return to the Dursleys, ever."
It took a lot of magic to hide the fact that he was wearing a glamor. He didn't want it known just yet that he was not the biological son of James Potter or that he was a creature.
For now he needed some supplies. At owls emporium he found a familiar snowy owl who he dubbed Hedwig and at Gladrags shed his too large rags for comfortable robes and a wool coat.
He didn't remembered Diagon Alley so was happy re-introducing himself to the once familiar shops. After a quick dinner at the Leaky Cauldron, Hadrian headed off to bed.
Tired blue eyes opened. His body hurt and his soul felt empty. Something was missing but he couldn't figure out what. Next to his bed was a stack of letters. He recognized the Gringotts and Ministry emblem but decided to ignore it until tomorrow. He didn't get around to it until a week later.
In his office, a silver instrument released some smoke signaling the collapse of the wards around Privet Drive.
I don't partially like this chapter but this stuff has to get done before we can meet Tom. I think that there is only one or two more chapters left until that happens.