Another 2 chapters today, I hope you enjoy.

Harry spends the evenings reading the book his father left him, and he learned a lot from it. It contained records from Lord Potters, from the first to his father, detailed accounts of allies and friends, enemies and disliked families. He learned that the Potter family had married, into several of the most prominent wizarding families in England.

He was related to the Blacks, Parkinson's, Malfoy's (and wasn't that a surprise), Bulstrode's and Longbottom's, just to mention a few. He realized that he was related to most of his year mates, sometimes it was closely and other times the relation was almost nonexistent.

He followed the family line through the generations to the first Potter, Regan Potter he married a girl Ebony, she were the daughter of Ryce and Amaris Gryffindor, Ryce was the only living descendant of Godric Gryffindor. Amaris was born blind, but she was still a strong charms expert, she invented charms to help the blind. Her grandfather was Ignotus Peverell, who according to a fairy tale book, had struck a deal with death. Or as it was described in the family grimoire , him and his brothers were great wizards and spend all their time, trying to help their friends and family. He had invented the Invisibility cloak, while his brothers, Cadmus and Antioch, had invented the Resurrection stone and Elder wand respectively.

The name Gryffindor was lost with Ebonys marriage and it was a family secret that they had such a noble forefather. In reality it meant that Harry was heir to Hogwarts, but that wasn't a certain thing Hogwarts herself had to accept him.

His family dealt with war and peace, in much the same way. Every time a conflict emerged, his family had been involved in some way. The Potter family was always the grey side, they never sided with one or the other, but created their own side. It was mentioned in the book, that sometimes when the people had suffered, they turned to the Potters for help. All sides would dread the day when the Potters interfered, because they were merciless and ruthless, they ended things their own way and people would conform or face the consequences.

All this shocked Harry, he had found out that his forefathers were ruthless and killed without mercy. Where did that leave Harry, the answer came in his father's own entry.

"James Charlus Potter, son of Charlus Potter and Dorea Black.

I write this to my son Hadrian James Potter. Hadrian, that is your real name, the name Harry is a nickname. I know, that you must have read through our history, and that you must be certain, that our ancestors were killers. That is not so, our family tend to stay out of conflicts, but we will never sit idly when innocents suffer.

I will explain it to you:

This war with Voldemort, which will likely cost Lily and me our lives, is terrible and I fought to gain a foothold in this war. I was derailed from gaining any real allies by Albus Dumbledore. He was convinced that you were the one who would kill Voldemort, as you now properly know, he wanted us to go into hiding.

This was more likely to stop me from interfering, and causing a grey side to emerge in the war. But he didn't succeed, I managed to get allies and friends ready to attack but by that time you were born. Albus tried to have you removed from our care, I tossed the old man out, but we worried for you and decided to keep your true name hidden.

A name is sacred and can be used against you, it is a very obscure ritual, but we knew our enemies would do all to control you. Use the spell from one of the first pages and take your name back Hadrian. I now urge you to train, to gather allies and friends, to renew old vows and ready yourself for war.

There is a light side and a dark side, and in the middle are the Potters with the grey side.

We are ruthless when we must be, we are killers when innocent lives are at stake, we are merciless when our enemies forget what forgiveness is. But though all this, our family protects, shield and help all who seek our help. Our enemies and allies all know that our family never speak anything but truth and we put faith in all our friends. Now my son, I hope you have remembered our allies they are all mentioned in this Grimoire and I hope you will put it to good use.

Do not forget that our family will Win with Faith and Truth.

Make us proud son.

James Charlus Potter."

Harry leafed through the grimoire and found the name spell, he did the spell, it shook him to the core and every soul in the bank felt it. Ragnok and Silverhair rushed to his room, and found him sitting on the floor.

"Little one, what happened?" Silverhairs gentle voice penetrated his thoughts.

"I took my name back."

"Your name?" Ragnok scowled "Ah, James and Lily hid your true name, to protect you I think."

"Yes, my name is Hadrian James Potter."

"Sounds more like a real Potter name." Ragnok commented

"Can you call me Hadrian?"

Silverhair smiled "Of course, that is after all your name."

On the 31st of July on Hadrian's 15th birthday, he officially became a ward of Lady Augusta Longbottom, but she let him stay with the goblins. On this day they would do the ceremony, to make him their kin and son. He would be getting cuffs that would bind with his betrotheds cuffs, when he got a betrothed the magic in the cuffs would make sure that both were true to the marriage.

Hadrian was naked, a stipulation from the ritual he had to resemble a baby born just recently and named after birth, he stood by an altar and he had invited Amelia, Augusta and Neville. They were there to bear witness to the adoption along all goblins, Ragnok and Silverhair walked up to Harry. Silverhair on the left, Ragnok on the right.

"Hadrian James Potter, Scion and Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, do you consent to this adoption?" an old goblin asked.

"I accept this adoption." Hadrian answered, two silver cuffs were placed on his wrists they were engraved with phoenixes, hippogriffs and dragons, all of the creatures had eyes inlaid with emerald, the goblin nodded to Ragnok,

"I Ragnok, Lord of the Irontooth clan, adopt you Hadrian James Potter to be my son, like the sword I will be your right hand and strike down any who dare hurt you. Like your favoured hand I will act accordingly and guide your training so you can become the warrior you are meant to be," Ragnok gave Hadrian a sword and he gripped the handle tight, "This sword is your birthright, made and carried from the first of our ancestors, the great Irontooth, down to you. Do you accept your place as my son?"

"I accept." Hadrian stated firmly.

"I Silverhair, Lady of the Irontooth clan, adopt you Hadrian James Potter to be my son. Like the shield I will protect you from every harm that comes your way, like your left hand I will protect your heart and your loved ones, I will guide your heart to your chosen mate." she gave Hadrian a shield and Hadrian took it, "This shield have shielded our forefathers from harm and protected their heart. This is your birthright; it was made and carried from the first of our ancestors, the great Irontooth, down to you. Do you accept your place as my son?"

"I accept my place. I accept my responsibility as heir to a powerful line, I accept kinship with all goblins and I accept my place as your son Mother, Father."

A golden light bound them together as was custom but no one expected what happened next. Hadrian glowed in a bright white light; the light surrounded him for about a minute. When they could finally see Hadrian, he had grown, he looked more like a seventeen year old, than the scrawny boy he had been before. He had grown taller, as tall as his father had been, he had a lean strong form, his hair was longer down to his shoulders and his eyes glowed brighter, and he looked more powerful now than ever. He was dressed in black trousers and a white silk shirt, the silver cuffs on his wrists shone, on the altar the sword and shield lay and in Hadrian's hand was a black sword.

"Hadrian?"

"Mom?" he removed his glasses, with his left hand "What happened?"

"Magic decided to give you a gift, the gift of strength and a sword made of blacksteel," the old goblin said "Now what is his name?"

"My name is Blacksteel, scion to Irontooth clan, defender of magic and all her children," Hadrian's answer had shivers running down everyone's back "I am the shadow and the light. Balance will be brought from my hand." He held up the sword and it seemed as if the sword glowed.

"Blacksteel, welcome to the world and may your strength protect the goblin nation, forever." The old goblin said the last words of the ritual.

"Thank you." Hadrian nodded.

The day ended with a feast and some really drunk goblins, fights and challenges. Goblins enjoyed getting a party started with fights, it showed their skill and it was a remnant from a time where goblins gave wizards a run for their money on the battlefield. Augusta, Neville and Hadrian discussed an alliance between their houses, but nothing definite was decided. The next day dawned before the last of the party goers went to bed or collapsed in the hall.

Hadrian spend most of his time with his tutors, he was learning every subject taught at Hogwarts, etiquette, duelling, goblin law, goblin arithmancy, goblin runes and goblin magic. He had to know these "basic skills" as his mother put it. The rest of his time was spent with his parents, Neville and his grandmother. For now this was the best summer Hadrian could remember.

On this particular morning Hadrian got his Hogwarts letter and opened it, he would need to go shopping. He went out in search of his parents, he found his mom with Griphook going over something.

"Mom?"

"Yes," she looked up "What is it?" she seemed stressed.

"I have just opened my Hogwarts letter and I wanted to tell you, that I was going shopping now." he turned.

"Hadrian, you are not going alone."

"Mom," he whined "I'm fifteen."

"Yes and you will be sixteen in a year, you are still not going alone. Griphook if you please?"

"Of course my lady, give me ten minutes."

Hadrian sighed they were very overprotective of him, this was the first time he was going out to a public place since arriving here, ten minutes later he had a guard of twelve goblins who looked fierce, including Griphook who was his dads clan brother. He got his shopping done and just when he was about to return home Griphook said:

"Hadrian, Lady Silverhair mentioned that you should visit Ollivander for a check of your wand. The adoption may have changed something."

"Okay."

They walked the short distance and when the door opened they were greeted by Ollivander himself.

"Mr. Potter, I had not thought I would see you again so soon."

"Hello Mr. Ollivander, I would like to have you check my wand."

Ollivander nodded and took the wand, "Hmm… this is strange, strange indeed. Your wand core is nearly burnt out, how is your magic?"

"Its fine, I can cast without any problems."

Ollivander gave Hadrian the wand and said "Cast a Lumos Mr. Potter."

Hadrian nodded and did so the wand reacted and Ollivander shook his head.

Gerrick Ollivander considered himself a man who had experienced most things in his almost century old life, he also considered himself reasonable and open minded, but this day was turning out to be strange. He had twelve goblins in his store, Mr. Potter who looked almost adult and glowing, and just to top the weirdness a wand without a functioning core, which seemed to work despite it.

"Mr. Potter this is very strange indeed, your wand should not work at all. Tell me does it feel better or worse in your hand?"

"I don't know it has always been a bit strange in my hand, but now it's - I don't know a bit worse I guess."

"Your wand is made of holly and has a phoenix feather for a core but your magic has nearly burnt the feather. I will have to stabilize it somehow…" Ollivander murmured to himself and wandered off, he came back with his arms full of small boxes "Now Mr. Potter I need you to say which of these speak to you, hold your hand over them and you will know."

Hadrian nodded and did as he said. After two minutes he had a feeling about two materials, one was unicorn hair and the other was a very small glass vial with something like water in it.

"A very unusual choice, unicorn hair very consistent in use, can be fickle if misused. Then you have chosen phoenix tears, from the phoenix who gave the feather in your wand. This is unusual, but I should have expected this, after the long search for a wand that suited you. Your wand will be one of the strongest wands I make. Suited for healing and fighting, unusual very unusual indeed."

He took the wand and used magic to wrap the phoenix tears around the wand, it soaked into the wood it glowed briefly and then the unicorn hair was wrapped around, in an intricate pattern with swirls and Celtic knots, but it seemed to be fused on the outside of the wand, so the wand shimmered silver under the light.

Ollivander looked up from his work, "It feels off somehow, the balance is wrong." he murmured while thinking.

Hadrian nodded and felt Griphook give him something, "Hadrian take this, its blacksteel."

Hadrian took it and felt a connection with it "Sir, try this."

Ollivander took the metal and felt the innate magic in it, he made the metal do the same as the other cores and part of the metal seemed to melt. The whole wand glowed black and then it was done, the wand flowed gently down on the table. The rest of the metal landed with a hard sound on the floor, where Griphook collected it.

"That metal is wondrous; I can scarcely remember feeling a material so powerful as that. What is it master goblin?"

"Our best kept secret, blacksteel from the heavens."

"It was an honour to work with, thank you."

"Is it okay if I take my wand?"

"Oh, of course Mr. Potter. It's yours, a temperamental but very strong wand, I have a feeling no one but you will be able to handle this wand."

Hadrian picked up his wand and this wand felt right, so perfect that it felt like an extension of his arm. It glowed silver in an intricate pattern and engraved with blacksteel was a dragon curled around the wand.

"What do I owe you?"

"Nothing, I am most pleased to have worked with a rare metal and that is enough."

"Griphook, the blacksteel if you please," Griphook handed Hadrian the metal, "Here Mr. Ollivander this is from the goblin nation and me." he placed the metal in Ollivanders hand.

"I couldn't." he protested

"Yes you can, this is my thanks to you, use it or save it."

"Thank you Mr. Potter."

"You are welcome."

As they walked out something came flying towards Hadrian, he used his seeker reflexes and caught it. He felt a pull behind his navel.