Chapter 4
This chapter was surprisingly very difficult for me to write. I have absolutely no idea why. I hope you guys enjoy it though. i feel like there isn't much happening now, but hopefully it should pick up soon. i want to do a time skip but i don't know if i want to skip to him starting Hogwarts or to his fourth year when voldy gets resurrected. or even resurrect him earlier. have harry collect all the horcruxes and bring him back to be his bitch. But I definitely want harry to be the one who brings him back. maybe i'll do that in the next chapter. tell me what you think. -
Chapter TextHarry felt like a changed when he woke up from the ritual. His magic felt new to him. Different yet the same. He could practically see his magic rolling off him in waves. In his original timeline, he had been considered to have an immense magical core, but it was nothing compared to what he had access to now and he hasn't even reached his majority. To think that Dumbledore had been stealing all tis magic from him. No wonder the had been particularly difficult to kill, he had been using his own magic against him.
Sitting up on the alter, he could keenly sense every single goblin in the ritual room and vaguely sense everyone in the Bank. Even the ones that were underground. When he opened his eyes, he was assaulted by the sight of magic filling the room with assorted colour. In his later years as a hit wizard, when he was more of a scholar than a murderer, he had developed the sight. It allowed a wizard to see the magic the environment. It was ridiculously difficult to master turning it on and off but it in turn made wandless magic absurdly easy. He could see the magic, so he could bend it to his will. Those years of training kicked in now, and e found himself employing occlumency, shutting the distracting sense behind his mental walls.
"Mister Potter, you might feel disoriented for a few minutes, I suggest you take some time before moving" Harry having been part of a conclave to perform such a ritual knew this so, he just nodded absently as he continued to assess changes to himself. He wondered if his appearance changed drastically now that the blood glamour was no longer active. To think that in his original timeline, he had lived his whole like not knowing what he really looked like. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth and he swore that Albus Dumbledore death would be the most gruesome thing the world would ever witness. And he would be dammed if it wasn't by his hand.
He absently summoned a mirror, his magic practically jumping to fulfil his wish and he heard the sharp intake of from the remaining conclave at the action. Then again, they were not too surprised. The amount of magic the boy had was immense and the backlash of its release did more damage to the walls of Gringotts than the last wizarding war. But it was another think to believe that something was possible and a different thing entirely to see it happening. The boy's magic was like a siren's song. Seductive but strong and unyielding. It practically bent the people in its wash to his will and he was completely unaware of it as of yet. They had no doubt that he would soon discover this and would not be completely averse to using it for his own benefit.
Harry could not help the sharp intake of breath that he drew in at the sight that greeted him in the mirror. He was definitely not the spitting image of his father that was for sure, instead, he was very good mix of this father and mother. His hair fell in deep red, almost burgundy loose curls till they touched his shoulder. His eyes, were still no longer hazel but now very very green. So green in fact that he was tempted to call them Avada Kedavra. It was as if he had absorbed the curse into his eyes that faithful night instead of surviving it. even his features had changed. Where his face thin and gaunt, his features were now sharp and strong. Aristocratic. Except for the cursed scare that he could see still on his forehead, he looked nothing like harry potter and he loved it immensely.
He let the mirror fade out of existence as Mara directed him towards his cloths and proceeded to lead him back through the bank. He couldn't help but notice the deep crack along the walls of the bank leading out from the ritual room and dawning realization that it was the return of his magic that caused it left something inside feeling smug. Goblins respected power and right now, he had it in abundance. He had no doubt that they would be somewhat weary of him now. Although, that certainly would not keep them from slapping him with a hefty charge for damaging their building. A charge, he was more than willing to pay. Mara left him outside the mahogany doors of Ironclaw's office with a motion to go inside. He nodded to her once in respect and thanks for her services before turning and opening the door.
Ironclaw was already waiting for him, several documents on his desk and the chair he destroyed earlier, repaired and waiting for him to take a seat in. "I trust that you are feeling better mister potter?"
"Much" Harry replied, sliding into the chair and picking up the document Ironclaw placed in front of him.
"Please sign the document to permit us to remove the fifty Galleons for the ritual and the Three for the test from your Vault mister potter" despite trusting the Goblin's words, harry still the document before the picked up the quill next to him and signed the document. Do, he missed the look of pride that filtered through the Goblin's face before it was once again replaced by an impeccable mask.
"onto the next order of business. I would like to know the state of my vaults, especially the potter vaults" Harry knew that because Dumbledore was technically but illegally his Magical guardian, so he had certain right when it came to the goings of his money. The ones under the potter name at least.
"At the moment, your magical guardian is Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, so he should hold the key to your family vault, and all statements are redirected to him till you are eleven. He is not allowed to withdraw anything from the vaults without your express permission. However, I can provide you with a copy of your family vault statement now if you wish. You should be in possession of the key to your trust vault. Would I be wrong I assuming that your guardian does not know of your whereabouts right now?" goblins have never been fond of Dumbledore and after seeing what he had done to the boy, they are bound to be even more weary of him now.
"you would be correct in you, assumption and now. I do not have my trust vault key but from you tone I can only assume that a copy of it has been removed from the bank"
"correct" harry picked up the blood test parchment again and really looked ta it this time.
"Slytherin?" as far as he was aware, Voldemort was the current heir apparent. Till the final battle at least.
"By right of conquest. Magic believes that the both of you have duelled and you came out triumphant, therefore you are now entitled to his worldly possession, including his titles" harry couldn't stop his eyebrows from flying up at that. He knew that the Slytherin fortune was all but gone, squandered by the Guants but the title held prestige in certain circles. What he didn't know was that that Halloween night was counted as a duel by magic. So, in second year when he was accused of being the heir of Slytherin in his original timeline, they had been correct.
"I have never heard of the house of Mortem or Evered" harry mused aloud. He need money and no matter how insane he was, he could not tamper with his potter inherence till he was perfectly secure in this time as that meant alerting Dumbledore to his movement. He might be powerful in magic, yes but the kind of ruin he wanted to bring to Dumbledore required more than magic. He need might, resources, support. He wanted to ruin his image, tarnish him completely and then make him beg to death.
Ironclaw himself had been very surprised when both of those houses came up as well. The house of Mortem opened the very first vault at Gringotts. Since it was mysteriously opened no one has been able to claim or enter it. it was all but forgotten. There was an alert on the vault to notify the Goblin King should there be a claim and he had done as such immediately but with no reply yet. The house of Evered was the first and only Ruling house of the wizarding world that faded into obscurity centuries ago.
"The house of Evered do not have much Gold in their vaults as all of the business they invested in have died out centuries ago, but they do have prestige mister Potter. They were the monarchy under which the wizarding world including creatures was united over four centuries ago. Till this day, most houses of the wizarding world are under bloodline oaths to forever serve and uphold the values of that house. Claiming the lordship of that house would strip the magic of anyone who dared to lay a finger on you in threat in the wizarding world" Harry immediately sat up at that. Now he knew why the name was Familiar, the Evered house had a seat in the Wizengamot that was even above the minster. They were royalty, a monarchy that everyone had adored and about a hundred years into their rein, the whole of the direct line just up and vanished into thin air. Almost overnight. Harry smirked at that.
"And at what age would be able to claim a lordship" he knew sixteen was the standard but sometimes, certain circumstances allowed for emancipation at an early age.
The grin that stole across the goblins face made his own mad grin widen. "seeing as you already have a lordship Lord Mortem, you are hereby an adult and are entitle to claim all of your titles" the Goblin didn't even wait before sliding a box towards him. "All you have to do is put on the lordship rings and see if the magic accepts you".
Harry didn't even think twice before he opened the Gold box. There were five rings sat in rows inside. They were all silver with different coloured precious stones inlayed within them. as his eyes ghosted over them greedily, his eyes settled on the ouroboros ring that had to be the Slytherin ring and the vivid emerald that sat on the junction where the snake caught its tail. His finger stroked the snake in slight affection before moving on to pick up the ring with an obsidian stone inlayed into a wide silver band.
"The House of Mortem the oldest house under Gringotts' charge. They opened the first vault in the bank and the process of accessing the vault is known only to the Goblin king. I'd wager you will receive a missive from him soon detailing the process" Harry nodded and was about to put the ring on when Ironclaw interrupted him again. "might I suggest putting the Evered ring on first? It will be considered as your primary house besides the potters and as it is the highest ranking in society". With another nod, he placed the Mortem ring down and picked up the Evered ring. Its stone was an opal and ring itself was I the shape of a dragon eating its tail with the stone sitting between its wings. The detail was exquisite and the power rolling off it gave him a high. He had only claimed one house in his original timeline so he didn't know that the order mattered.
Nothing magnanimous happened when he put the ring onto his index finger. Just a feeling awareness in his magic that something had been added to it. he waited a few moments to see if his magic would react negatively but when the feeling of rightness settled over him, he picked up the Peverell and slid it onto his thumb next as instructed by Ironclaw. The Mortem ring went onto the index finger of his right hand with the Slytherin ring on his right thumb. His magic was practically electrifying when he was done he swore the dragon and snake moved.
"Might I suggest you adopt the Name Peverell when in public your Majesty if you want to keep a somewhat low profile as you move around. The Peverell have unrivalled wealth as they had their hand in everything" still studying the rings, Harry absently nodded. There was a feeling that came with the Mortem ring that reminded him of that one time in his original timeline when he held of the three hallows. But that was completely absurd because even he was not mad enough to think that this ancient house anything to do with that. Tearing his eyes away from his finger, he quickly requested that all the statement of the house be owled to him. He would look over them later and owl them wit any changes and investments he wanted to make. He was aware of a few up and coming business that turned out to be very successful that he wanted in on.
"Also, owl me a copy of the potter statements without alerting Dumbledore. I want to see what he does when I turn eleven" in his original timeline, he hadn't known about his family vault till his trial, so he didn't know what originally happened to the contents of the vaults at all, but he did later find out that Ron and Hermione and the Weasley family had received a copy of his trust vault key when he turned eleven. He wanted to see if it happened again.
"It will be done"
"I need you to find a child for me. Her name is Estelle Castle. She should be about four years old now. She is important to me and I know that you have the resources and I am will to pay no matter the price". He eyes hardened and his new and improved magic rolled off him in threatening waves letting the Goblin know that he wasn't going to explain further.
"I will put an alert out and direct whoever takes over the job to owl you"
Harry nodded before carrying on with what he came for. From the Peverel Vault, he transferred quarter of a million muggle pounds into his aunts account. It should last them for the foreseeable future. A smile stole away on his face as he requested a goblin crew to wipe out the existence of Vernon Dursley from the world except for his aunt and nephew. His stomach growling alerted him to the fact that it was well over midday and he was functioning only on the breakfast he's had.
"Do I have any property that is currently inhabitable? My current accommodation is not acceptable" even though he didn't want to kill his aunt as much anymore, he just didn't see himself living with her and her fat shit son for any length of time and not regretting it.
"As you wish to avoid your Potter properties, the Peverell Manor would be the most suitable. A few maintenance issues need to be resolved but they should not take too long. It seems that twelve of the original of the family are still barely alive, feeding on the wild magic of the manor" is brows claimed at that. The Peverells disappear just over a century ago, so the wild magic had to be something to still be sustaining the elves.
"take the required funds from my vaults and please send someone to attend to the repairs. I wish to move in my tonight. I would also like to be provided with a Gringotts seal. It is completely unseemly to carry a money pouch"
"Your lordship rings act in place of a seal. Press the ring the against the receipt and the money will be deducted form that vault" harry nodded and tried to ignore the rumbling of his stomach.
"I presume that you are not averse to overseeing all of my vaults with Gringotts" he grinned at the slight flabbergasted look on the goblin's face. To oversee not only the first vault of Gringotts but that's of the royal house and the Peverells that were almost also royalties as well would elevate Ironclaw to a status that was almost even with the goblin king. They might not have too much money in their vaults now, but Harry planned on making hefty investments in the next few years that would see him living his next few lives in luxury.
"I would be honoured" the nodded with a feral grin and answered with his own as he slid of his chair.
"I will be expecting your owl informing that the repairs are done. You will hear from me in the next few days pertaining to other thing I can think off. May your gold ever flow Ironclaw"
"And may your coffers never empty your majesty" Ironclaw replied to the retreating young king.
Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself just yet, harry wrapped his magic tightly around himself so none it was escaping. There were a few magic sensitive wizards out there and didn't want to go around overwhelming people just yet. He also a small trickle of magic down run through him, placing a glamour over his scar and a disillusionment charm over his rings. In his original timeline, he didn't wear any lordship rings, the Slytherin vaults having been sieved by the ministry, the Mortem and Evered house not showing up on his list, the potter house transferred to his traitor friends and the black house with a stipulation that those who had been in Azkaban for a certain amount of time could not claim it. So, his hand was considerable heavier than he was used to it being.
He grimaced when he remembered the house of Black. Sirius was still alive in this time. To be honest, he had long since reconciled with the fact that although Sirius's hit him hard, it was what he represented that he missed and mourned more than he did the man. He immature, rude and unnecessarily cruel when he wanted to be. Now harry was all for cruel but he was always cruel for a reason. Maybe that was why he didn't address anything to do with the house today. He had seen the lordship ring in a compartment in the lid of the golden box but ignored it completely and he would do so for a while. He knew that the time frame stipulated for Sirius to claim the title after time in Azkaban was nine years and the only reason he was listed as only the heir was because Sirius still had a few weeks. Feeling somewhat vindictive, he decided to leave it till he was the heir apparent before claiming the title, the small smile on his face turning sinister and his eyes dark.
HP/LM/TMR
Striding into the bank head held high and eyes full of disdain, Lucius Malfoy did not pay too much attention to the young boy slightly taller than his own son making his way out of the bowels of the bank. He had more important things to worry about like the disgrace his wife was planning to bring to is family with her wild spending and the lack of discretion in her affairs. If it wouldn't leave him in a rather standing with society, he would have annulled his marriage to the heathen once she birthed him an heir.
He had no choice but to pay attention however as the boy drew closer. His eyes were discretely taking in everyone in the bank when his eyes caught sight of the boy. He could be no older than his own son, but he carried himself with such grace that no one that young could perfect. He wasn't aware that he had stopped in his tracks as the boy drew closer, completely enthralled by the look of vindictive pleasure in the boy's eyes. The expression though not directed him set loose a coil of arousal deep in his stomach.
Lucius had long come to terms with certain unconventional aspects of his sexual personality, but he had never been sexually attracted to children. And everything but the look on this boy's face and the way he carried himself suggested that he was just that. A child.
He bit down viciously on his lips to stop the slight whimper from escaping as the boys' viridian settle on his person. He felt those Avada eyes travel over his person as if mentally undressing him and he couldn't stop himself from shifting on his feet as his member hardened impossibly quickly. The urge to lower his eyes and present himself to his young man almost overwhelming him. He could feel his magic rise, electrifying his skin and making it so sensitive that the feeling of his hardened nipples against his robes almost drew a whimper from him.
He sighed in relief when he boy looked away from him and continued out the bank doors. He didn't know who that boy was, but he could a sense power unlike he ever encountered within him. A certain kind of dark seductive power that called for him to lose himself in it. Discreetly looking around to make sure that nobody noticed his odd behaviour, he shook the remaining thrill of arousal away and carried on his way to an available teller.
HP/LM/TMR
That morning, Albus Dumbledore was in his office receiving and replying to letters when he felt it. a sudden drop in his magic very much like magical exhaustion. Had he looked closer, he would have noticed that one of the stones on the ring he wore had suddenly splinter and filled from its place on the ring. But his confidence in himself and his plans didn't allow him to think that there could be anything wrong. So, he settled for taking a pepper up later.
HP/LM/TMR
Deep within the ministry, in the Wizengamot chambers, the highest chair with its silver inlayed crown that was previously forgotten, old and weathered glowed and gained a new lease of life. A new office door appeared down the corridor from the minister's office with the same symbol on it and a detailed account of everything that had been signed and all laws pass in the previous four centuries arranged themselves accordingly in cabinets in the office.