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*Last Time*

"James Potter," Dumbledore said clearly, holding the tiny bottle of truth serum. "I think you will go first."
*End Last Time*

James Potter looked panicked for a second but then he wiped his face of all emotion.

"Of course Professor Dumbledore," he said smoothly.

"Good," said Albus and began to pour the truth serum into a goblet. Harry's eyes then caught something. Lily's wand was out, pointing at not only James, Andrew and herself, but also at Harry.

She was muttering an incantation, and it was long. Suddenly a fine silver wisp left her wand and went inside Harry, James, Andrew and Lily. But it seemed like nobody had noticed.

James drank the truth serum in one gulp and turned to face Dumbledore.

"What is your name?"

"James Anthony Potter."

"What is your wife and sons name?"

"Lily Marie Evans, Andrew Charles Potter and Harry James Potter."

"Is Harry James Potter dead?"

"Yes."

"Did you kill him?"

"No."

"How did he die?"

"Ran away. Haven't seen him since. Positive he died on the streets."

"Do you know why Harry would run away?"

"No."

Dumbledore nodded, obviously satisfied.

"Now you Mr Potter." Harry looked at the goblet uneasily; if Dumbledore asked where he had been all these years, he would have to answer. He drank it and set down the goblet on the desk, feeling a strange tingling in his stomach.

"What is your name?"

"Lord Harry James Potter Gryffindor Slytherin Hufflepuff Ravenclaw."

Harry didn't notice all the shocked faces around him. He didn't notice anything except himself. He didn't feel Junipa's hand in his, or Shane grasping his forearm. No, Harry only noticed himself.

"Did you run away from your home?"

"Yes."

Harry then found himself in the room of people all over again, not just himself. But he had never run away from the Potter Manor. Why had he said that?

"Where have you been these past years?"

"I've lived on the streets."

"What relation do you have with Mister Shane Griffin and Miss Junipa Raven?"

"They lived with me."

"Very well," Dumbledore said, leaning back. "Students you may go."

Harry, Shane and Junipa nearly ran out of there and onto the grounds, with Junipa leaning on Shane.

"Harry!" she cried, trying to keep up. "What was that?"

"I don't know!" shouted Harry. "It's like…like somebody tampered with the truth serum."

Harry suddenly remembered what Lily did at the beginning of the potion taking.

"Bloody hell."

"Well, what are we going to do?" Shane asked. "Now they know your from the Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw inheritance, they'll try to use you as a way to get to the vaults."

Harry shook his.

"No, Merlin and me erased me name from the Potter line so they couldn't access any of the Founder vaults."

"We have to keep a low profile," said Shane reasonably. "Merlin didn't want anybody to even have a clue about this. If we're not careful, they'll find out by next week."

Harry breathed in and out several times to keep calm.

"Okay," he agreed.

"Come on," groaned Junipa as the bell rang. "We have Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws."

"What does it mean Dumbledore?" asked Lily after Andrew, Harry and the other two left.

"I believe that Harry is the sole heir of the four Founders," Dumbledore said, gazing out the window.

"What?" said James sharply. "But wouldn't the Founders bestow their heir to be Andrew?"

"If you go to Gringotts, you will be able to cut Harry from his inheritance and attach it to Andrew instead," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "For it is my belief that the Founders meant to place their heir as Andrew but by accident made Harry their heir."

"Oh," said James, relieved. "Perfect. We'll drop by Gringotts."

"That would be wise," Dumbledore said. "Goodbye Lily, James."

James and Lily flooed to Gringotts, where the goblins looked at them with barely suppressed hate. The Potters thought themselves above goblins, and they made this very clear.

"We would like to transfer the inheritance of our older son, Harry James Potter, to our younger son, Andrew Charles Potter," sneered James to a goblin at a high desk, getting straight to the point. The goblin nodded irritably and extracted a file among a mountain of files.

"The Potter bloodline," he stated. "You want to take an inheritance from your older son and give it to your younger son?"

"Yes," said James impatiently while Lily clicked her tongue. The goblin looked at a piece of parchment for several moments before a cruel smile made its way to his lips. He looked at the Potter adults, relish on his face.

"I'm afraid that is not possible," said the goblin.

"What?" said James loudly.

"Your older son has been cut from his tie to the Potter bloodline, meaning you cannot control his inheritances, meaning you can't take away anything from him," the goblin said, clearly enjoying the horror and fury on the Potter adults' face.

"But can't we make him part of the Potter line again?" Lily said desperately. She could only imagine the fame they would have if Andrew was also the heir of the Four Founders.

"You could, if you had broken off the tie first," said the goblin. "But it was Harry James Potter who cut the bloodline, enabling only him to restore it."

After much protestations and begging, the Potters finally left, sour and angry. They couldn't take away Harry's inheritance, that much was final. But James's smiled a cruel, humourless smile. They might no be able to take away Harry's inheritance, but they could take away his happiness.

I know it's short, and yes, I know it's be a long time but I have a social life! Expect more updates now that its summer!