A/n: ATTENTION: I did not get the idea for the Harry/goblin fight from Apocalypso. I have only read his Incubus story and there definitely isn't a Harry/goblin fight in that. So stop thinking that I did.
Albus Dumbledore, and Minerva McGonagall, Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, were discussing the upcoming school year, when Snape entered the Headmasters office. Snape had a shocked look and it worried Dumbledore greatly because the potions professor never wore anything but a sneer on his face..
"Did everything go smoothly with Mr Potter's trip to Diagon Alley?" Dumbledore (Who was panicking on the inside but he kept a calm exterior.) was well aware of the Dursley's dislike of magic, and knew that they would be unwilling to take him to Diagon Alley themselves. In fact, he had been surprised that the first letter had gotten through to Harry. He had expected them to try and dispose of it immediately.
"No it bloody did not, Headmaster." Snape said.
"What, what happened? He wasn't hurt or anything like that?" Dumbledore exclaimed and did not full suppress the panic in his voice.
"Well Headmaster, Minerva…actually it might be better if you see for yourselves."
Dumbledore nodded and got his pensieve out. Snape pulled out his memory and placed it in. They all went in (Yes even Snape as he wanted to make sure he hadn't been dreaming.) and when they came back out Dumbledore treated them to the sight of the world's greatest living wizard frozen in shock.
"Albus, how is this possible?" McGonagall squeaked out, turning to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore, who was still shell shocked, said "I'm not sure, Minerva." He sat there looking thoughtful for a moment. "Severus, before I forget, were you able to get the Philosopher's Stone?"
"Right here, Headmaster." Snape pulled the package he had taken from the Gringotts vault from his cloak, and handed it to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore said "Excellent, Hagrid already has Fluffy all ready for guard duty so we will soon have it protected. So get your protections ready too Severus."
Snape nodded and left. Minerva looked at Dumbledore and weakly said, "Albus, the boy pierced his tongue…"
The month prior to Harry's first visit to Hogwarts (Unless his parents had brought him there before.) was rather interesting for Harry. The Dursleys let him do what ever he wanted so Harry had taken great delight in tormenting Dudley by never letting him watch TV. The rest of his time was spent reading. He had learnt to cast loads of simple spells with his wand. Although it was very different from wandless magic it was also much easier. Harry decided to keep practising without a wand, as it would probably be handy in a duel or something. It also increased his concentration and understanding of magic. He had already memorized his schoolbooks, and all of the other ones that he bought that had spells, charms, curses, etc. and found that none of them even remotely challenged him.
He also read through the book that taught him how to make his own broom and had committed it to memory. The book described making a lightweight wood frame (Less than two pounds for best results) with wooden bristles and putting combined with propulsion, balancing, control, and braking charms. He had flamed to Diagon alley and bought the cheapest broom that he could (A cleansweep1).
He had gone back to his room and studied every aspect of the broom. He had made some important discoveries. He had learned that the broom's handle used the magical energy of the person riding it to power all of the charms on the broom. He also learned that the wooden bristles were where the propulsion charms were put on. The wood frame absorbed the riders energy and transferred the energy to the propulsion charms on the bristles combined with the balancing, levitation, and control charms on the wooden frame to make the broom fly. But he also learned the faults of making the brooms this way.
So he had decided to make his own broom. He knew that it was unlikely that he would be able to use it at school his first year but he decided to make one anyway. He went to a shop in Diagon Alley and bought one piece of every wood, metal, and precious rock in the shop. Then he tried to make a frame for his own broom but he learned that none of the woods that could actually channel magic well were lightweight enough to not reduce speed. (The lightest wood that could channel magic well was five pounds.) So he had done away with the wooden frames and started to work on a metal one. He found that mithril, which was mined by dwarves, was lighter than a feather and it could channel magic well. But he knew that he could improve it.
So one day he was reading on magical animals that had a tremendous amount of magic and he was struck by a idea. He went to the usual place in Brazil and transformed into his Helldragon form. He then molted all of his scales off and brought them back to his room. He did a magical potency test spell on them and found that their magical potency was 389/400. He nearly fainted because the highest magical potency ever recorded was 346/400 with Nidhogg scales which was supposedly extinct like the Helldragon, with black Basilisk scales coming in third place with 318/400. This was good because he would have to use even less energy to power the broom because they were already charged with raw magical energy and the more power he put out the faster the broom would fly.
He then melted the block of mithril together with the scales and made a new metal that he decided to name Hellithral. The color of the Helldragon scales dominated the bright silver of the mithril so the new color was blood red one shade lighter than the scales themselves. He tested it's durability, hardness, magical channelling ability, lightness, and looks. He was satisfied that he had the best frame that he could possibly make so he set a five foot, six inch block of it aside and started on the bristles, but not before he melted more Hellithral and left it in the 'Metals and Gems' compartment of his trunk just in-case he decided to mass produce this broom and make some money.
The wooden bristles he learned were completely obsolete. There were two main problems with using wood bristles. First, there was a limit on how small you could make the bristle. The size of the bristles and how tightly they were packed was directly linked to how much a person's magic was converted to propulsion. The larger the bristle the more magical energy that could have been used to propel the broom was lost to heat energy and the smaller the bristle the more likely it was to fall apart. Second, they were easily breakable and even if you took perfect care of them, they could only be clipped so many times before they were broken beyond repair. So he did away with them as well.
He knew that the bristles would have to be something that could channel energy extremely well. He found the answer one day when he was looking through his gems and precious rocks. He had read that some gems could be used as power amplifiers on wands. so he would test them by taking a small piece of a gem and launch a spell through it. He tried every single gem and rock that he had. There were some that the shop didn't sell like Blood Emeralds but he still was able to come up with two perfect candidates.
They were obsidian and black diamond. He decided to test only the hardness because they he knew that they were both as good for channelling magical energy. He got a hammer and put a smashing charm on it. Then he raised it over his head and brought it down as hard as he could (which was really hard because he used his Metamorphagus powers to increase his muscles.) on the obsidian. It didn't break but it had come close. There was a crack running down it and it had bent slightly. Then he did it again on the black diamond. It didn't even leave a scratch. He tried it again but this time with a Arkanite hammerhead. It didn't even leave a scratch on either the diamond or the hammerhead.
So he decided to use the black diamond. He bought twenty pounds of black diamond and melted it down, then cut them to fit the bristle sizes. When they were done they were like a uniform wire size bristle. The bristles were the same thickness as a muggle copper paper clip and a foot and three inches in length. He had put all of them together and bound them with a silver ring.
Making all of his discoveries and building all of the materials for the broom had taken but two weeks to make. So now all he had to do was to put the broom together. He cast a carving charm on the Hellithral and watched the charm do it's work. Now the frame for the broom was done.
It was five feet in length (Instead of the usual four.) and carved in honor of his Helldragon animagus form. The frame now looked like the head and neck of a Helldragon. From the devil horns to the scale pattern. Of course it wasn't big, the head was about the size of a CD in circumference and a unsharpened pencil in length. He heavily decorated it in gems. He then stuck the bristles onto the tail end of the broom by melting the first four inches of the bristles (Up to where the silver binding ring was.) to the last four inches of the frame. He then put all of the necessary charms onto it plus a couple comfort charms and used an engraving spell to engrave 'HELLDRAGON's FURY' onto it and then inlaid obsidian letters onto the letter holes. They mixed perfectly with the blood red metal of the broom.
He of course was not stupid and he realized that the frame would rust as it was a metal. So he cast an anti-rusting spell on the entire frame.
He then shadow stalked to the field in Brazil to test his baby out. 'Alright' he thought, 'The best broom on the market is the new Nimbus2000 which has a max speed of 120 km/h! I would get from the start of this field to the end in 8.3 seconds. Lets see what my baby can do.' He mounted his broom and took off. He reached the other end of the 1000 field in 3.3 seconds. "HOLY SHITTT!" he yelled. He cast a speed measuring charm and took of again. The charm read 300 km/h at max speed and 1.65 seconds to reach 150 km/h. Harry flamed back to his room and fainted
Harry woke the next day to the sight of a rather large and menacing looking golden eagle hawk owl. He quickly looked at the letter, it was addressed to simply "Lord Potter" and the wax seal was a coat of arms. Two wands crossed into an X and a large M in the middle, with his curiosity growing Harry tore open the seal and examined the parchment inside.
Lord Harry James Potter,
As the head of House Potter and a Duke of Britain your presence is hereby requested on the 29th of August for the opening session of this year's Wizengamot. The Wizengamot is also aware that while at your age you might not be ready to take on the responsibilities that go along with such a grave burden. If you feel that this is true, then we encourage you to wait for a more appropriate time and promise to ensure your families honorable position.
Respectfully,
The Office of Cornelius Fudge
He looked at shock at the letter. He had a seat on the Wizengamot? HE WAS A DUKE! Why had he not been informed. He realized that he did not care about why but would find out anyway. He changed cloths quickly and apparated to Gringotts lobby. He walked calmly to Griphook (The goblin who served him on his first visit.) and asked to see the manager of the Potter vaults.
Griphook lead him away from the main corridor down a large while marbled hallway, Griphook lead him past a number of doors before stopping at a large highly polished oak door and knocking. It took almost thirty-seconds for the door to open, Griphook didn't look pleased but for once it seemed to be directed at another goblin instead of the usual human.
The goblin was a little shorter then Griphook and a little pudgier, he was dressed in something Harry imagined to be fine silk or something like it. The attendant was looking at Griphook with obvious loathing in his eyes before he turned to regard Harry. "What is the meaning of this?" he said.
Griphook looked even angrier then before, his tone was formal and crisp with an obvious coolness laced in. "Lord Potter may I introduce you to Silverjaw, he is the official manager of the Potter Estate." Silverjaw eyes grew large and he clumsily bowed to Harry.
"Welcome Lord Potter, this is quite an unexpected, yet welcomed pleasure." Harry didn't even need to use his legilimency on the goblin to know he was lying. He got a rather bad feeling about Silverjaw, his tone was definitely forced and the way he looked at Harry made him already made a headache form. He glanced over at Griphook who was looking at Silverjaw with the utmost loathing, if that loathing originated from jealousy or something else Harry was not sure.
"I've come to check on the state of my finances and would also like to request a full audit."
Silverjaw looked unmistakably uncomfortable as Harry said that. "I'm sorry Mr. Potter but you can't gain access to your family's vaults without written permission from your guardians."
Silverjaw played the regretful look very well but Harry knew that something was amiss. He was going to give Silverjaw a mouthful but he remembered that he had a reputation as head of house to uphold. So Harry merely said "According to my understanding of wizarding law, I'm the last of the Potters and so I don't require any type of special permission to access my families accounts."
Silver shook his head and a panicky gleam entered his eyes but other than that, any other human who did not know legilimency would have been fooled by his next statement. "I'm afraid that you are incorrect Lord Potter. Your guardian has requested that you not be allowed access to your Family Vault without written permission from him."
Harry silted his eyes and said "Tell me Silverjaw, would that guardian be the Dursleys or someone else."
The goblin seemed fairly surprised that he did not know who his guardian was and responded "It was your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore."
Harry used his Shadowmage powers to turn his eyes pitch black. "If you do not allow me access to my belongings I shall be taking this to the Manager of Gringotts."
"Taking what to me? There isn't a problem is there?" a goblin dressed in all gold armor came up to them.
Griphook answered for Harry "My Lord Goldtooth, Silverjaw has denied Lord Potter access to his vault."
Then Harry added "I am Lord of my family, the Last Scion of the House of Potter, so according to the laws and agreements you signed with my ministry. I CAN have access to these vaults and am being denied my birthright by this goblin and a man named Albus Dumbledore. Who I know for a fact has no Potter blood running in his veins. I want what is mine right now and for that matter I would like to see my parents Will. I have a feeling that it was violated."
Goldtooth nodded and sent the goblin next to him to get the will. Harry noticed that Silverjaw became a shade lighter of the usual goblin green and Harry assumed that he had paled. When he returned Harry read the Will and even his occulemency barely kept him from killing something, namely Silverjaw.
THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF JAMES AND LILY POTTER
Being of sound mind and body, we James and Lily Potter do bequeath all our worldly possessions to our son Harry James Potter. This includes all titles, monies, gems, homes, properties, businesses, artefacts and anything else in our homes or vaults throughout the world.
To the guardianship of our beloved son, the list of possible guardians is shown below in order of preference.
1. Sirius Orion Black, Godfather and Friend
2. Amelia Bones, Godmother and Friend
3. Remus John Lupin, Friend
4. Frank and Alice Longbottom, Friends
Under no circumstance is Petunia Evans/Dursley to be given any say in her nephew's life. She may be blood related, but she hates all things magic other than gold. We would rather Harry be raised by wolves in a forest than go to that horrible woman.
Witnesses
Sirius Orion Black
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
James Potter
Lily Evans Potter
"MY PARENTS WILL HAS BEEN VIOLATED!" He roared. He turned to Goldtooth and said "I, Harry James Potter, herby announce my right as Lord of house Potter, to enact The Emancipation Law of 1583. This law claims that any Lord of a family can be emancipated at any age they wish should their parent's Will be disobeyed."
The goblin summoned a paper which Harry signed in blood. Goldtooth duplicated the form and had one sent to the Ministry. He then took out a box which carried a signet ring. It was made from platinum and the crest was a circular platinum shield with an black diamond phoenix with emerald crest feathers and eyes inlaid into it. There was a Latin inscription 'Blackhawk's electus, Krotitelj of određeni član Crn Phoenix' under it. Harry, who loved to learn different languages and especially long dead ones, knew that it read 'Blackhawk's Chosen, Tamer of the Black Phoenix' He put the ring on his ring finger and felt his magic bind to it. "Tell me, what has become of this Sirius Black?" He asked.
Goldtooth answered "To you humans he is the man who betrayed your parents to their deaths." he saw the murderous gleam in Harry's eyes (Which were conveniently still pitch black so he did not have to waste energy to make it happen again.) and continued, "But we goblins do not believe so because when he was captured he was thrown into Azkaban without a trial and his plea for Veritiserum was ignored " It was enough for Harry who knew full well about the effects of Veritiserum. Any man who would willingly go under it and was refused obviously was wrongly accused. He nodded to Goldtooth.
He then turned his cold gaze on Silverjaw who had been trying to edge away unnoticed. He said in an icy tone "You have defied the treaties signed by your ancestors with my family by cavorting with members of House Dumbledore. Your life is now forfeit. I challenge you to a fight for honor."
Silverjaw, who had been horrified, now had a smug smirk on his face. 'The fool wants to die, what human would challenge a goblin?' He thought then he said "I accept your challenge."
All of them walked to the dueling room (Goldtooth practically drooling to see some bloodshed) and Harry said "Weapons only, no magic at all." (He had often made a flame sword with his pyrohowling skills and he was proud to say that he could probably whip any goblin…but Silverjaw didn't know that.) Now Silverjaw, thinking that this would be an even easier kill because there would be no magic, smiled smugly and selected a small shield with a sword in the sheath melded onto it and a large hammer with pointed heads. (A/n. Think Ajax's hammer from Troy except the handle is shorter.)
Harry just combined both his Shadowmage and his pyrohowling skills to make a shield out of shadow flames. (A/n. Is shaped like Achilles shield in Troy.) He then turned his wand into it's sword form. He got into his killing form which was his left arm behind his head holding the shield where it could easily shield his back and it was easily turned to his front to block attacks. Then he put his right foot in front and his legs two feet apart with his sword's blade facing his bent elbow in front of him.
The goblin charged and wildly swung his hammer vertically at Harry's head. Harry easily dodged by dropping to the floor and rolling behind the goblin who was struggling to remove the hammer from the floor. He succeeded and was ashamed when he saw Harry just standing there waiting for him. Now he wasn't so cocky because he new that the blasted human could have beheaded him. He threw away the hammer and drew his sword. They both charged at each other and when they were close Harry side-stepped to the left then jumped to the right, Silverjaw's forward jab missing him entirely as he swung his sword into the goblin's unguarded neck decapitating him. He watched in satisfaction as the goblins dark blood pooled on the floor. (A/n. I'm not so good fight scenes but I tried to show how Harry was actually good enough with a sword to beat a goblin.)
The watching goblin's cheered. Harry nodded to each of them and said "Let this be a warning that messing with the Potters shall not be tolerated. Until I appoint my own solicitor Griphook shall be in charge of my finances. Gringotts' goblins have broken my trust and it will be difficult to regain it. Now who can tell me why my family motto is 'Blackhawk's Chosen, Tamer of the Black Phoenix'?"
It was Griphook who answered "Lord Potter, that is your family motto because centuries ago, Shadow Phoenixes were not uncommon. No Shadow Phoenix ever accepted a human as a companion although many tried to be accepted. Nobody could tame them either. Then your ancestor Jeremy Potter The First, was accepted by Blackhawk, the eldest of all Shadow Phoenixes. Hence the title Blackhawk's Chosen. No other human that we know of was ever accepted and the image of Blackhawk was captured in that ring." Harry looked at the ring on his finger and noticed that his Shadow Phoenix Blackhawk not only had the same name, but he looked exactly like the one on the ring. He decided to keep it quiet for now and ask Blackhawk when he returned home. (He could use his Shadow Phoenix animagus form to communicate with Blackhawk) He nodded and had Griphook get him the Potter Family Archives, property lists, audit, and vault treasures archive stored in a trunk for him to bring home.
Griphook did as asked and Harry shrunk the trunk, placed it in his pocket, and left to 'Madame Malkins robes for all occasions.' There he met Christy again and he had her fit him for Lord's Robes. The robes were made of arachnidan spun silk. The material was a pure, blinding white. On the right breast of the robe was a medium sized silver shield with a black phoenix with green eyes and crest feathers inside it, his family crest. On the back was intoned 'Blackhawk's electus, Krotitelj of određeni član Crn Phoenix' in green silk and right under it was the translation 'Blackhawk's Chosen Tamer of the Black Phoenix', also in green silk, his family motto. It was a true work of art and he gave Christy another 'tip'. He left the store and went to 'Flourish and Blotts' and got Wizarding law books, pureblood customs books, Wizengamot info books, all of the school books from 1991, 1841, and 1791 so that he could make sure that his theory was indeed correct. He was determined not to make an ass of himself at the meeting so he needed to get his facts straight for the argument he would put up at the Wizengamot. He knew that it would greatly shock the idiotic officials who he would be talking to because they would be entirely unprepared for a convincing argument from an eleven year old.
He went to get all of his belongings from Privet drive, and he had to return his room to normal because he would never step foot inside that house ever again. He looked through his property lists and chose Potter manor in northern Ireland. He had not particularly liked any of his properties so it would be only temporary. He would either buy another or build his own. But not before he left a howler on the Dursley's table so he could rub in the fact that he was rich and that he was leaving them for good.
