Harry could not just take the Knight Bus to right in front of his relative's home, so he took it to one of abandoned streets a few streets away. More than once he had wished that he could shrink the bags he was carrying. It would have made it much easier to sneak back to his relatives if they were. Such is the woes of an underage wizard.
Rather than entering the front door and giving away that he'd been gone to his minders, Harry snuck through the back and saw his relatives were eating dinner, "Hello!" He said enthusiastically and plopped down in the fourth seat.
His relatives stared at him for a moment before his uncle yelled, "BOY! What freakish things have you done to your body!?"
Harry debated how to answer his uncle and decided the best course of action was being straight forward with him, "Well, you see this week-" He was interrupted by his aunt.
"You've been in your room," His aunt looked at him and then at the rest of her family who were nodding. "We know that you've been in your room."
"I wasn't in my room this week, a goblin was masquerading as me," Harry leaned back and waited for the chaos, which he knew was coming, to ensue.
"A goblin?" His uncle sputtered out. "A freakish creature has been living under my roof for a week?"
"Yes, I had business at the bank that took all week and since there are people watching the house there needed to be someone who looked like me in the house before things became suspicious," Harry said realistically.
His Aunt Petunia nodded, though his uncle and cousin looked unconvinced, "So that freakish creature is gone now then?"
"Left this morning as soon as I was done at the bank," Harry said.
"Are you going to tell us how you changed," Dudley asked.
Harry's face grew dark, "It seems that my esteemed Headmaster put blocks on my Magic, Growth, and Memory."
Uncle Vernon, "Putting blocks on Magic! Good for him!"
"You don't understand, uncle," Harry nearly growled. "Do you remember how I blew up Aunt Marge before Third year?" They all nodded. "That was some of my Magic trying to escape," Seeing that they still didn't understand he tried to put it into simpler terms, "Imagine a dam, it's supposed to keep all, right?" His relatives nodded. "Well say this dam started getting cracks until it burst and caused massive damage."
"Where is this metaphor going, Harry?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"The dam is the bound, the cracks are the accidental bursts like what happened to Aunt Marge, and the burst of the dam is the explosion of my magic. But instead of blowing up someone it would kill everyone around me," Harry said and then turned to his uncle. "Do you still think it's a good idea to bound magic?"
"No, I don't think it is," His uncle said gruffly.
Harry leaned back in his seat, "Good, because I don't want to see any of you guys get hurt because of magic."
His relatives looked shocked for a moment then his aunt said, "After everything we've done to you?"
Warily he said, "You're still my family," He looked at each of them. "I will try to defend you all as best as I can and you can trust me that I won't raise my wand against you."
"You're acting as if you're expecting something to happen," Dudley said nervously.
"I just saw the man who killed my parents resurrected using my own blood a week ago," Harry said.
His relatives looked horrified, "I know they said he was gone, that I had 'defeated him' but he was just a wraith for the last 13 years, too weak to carry on."
"'Defeat him'?" Dudley asked.
"How much do you know about why I was brought here, Dud?" Harry asked.
"Because your parents died," Dudley said bluntly.
"Yes, but they were killed by Lord Voldemort, who just recently got resurrected. I was the one who defeated him the night my parents were killed."
"How would you be able to do that? You'd only been a baby!" Dudley asked.
"No one knows, but I got this cool scar from it," Harry pointed to the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
"So you're at war now, I mean the wizarding world is," Aunt Petunia said.
"Not quite sure yet," Harry said, then he saw that his answer didn't satisfy his relatives. "It's a bit complicated. There is a whole lot of politics involved that I intend to also involve myself in."
"You're only 15, boy, how would you get involved in politics?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"I'm an Original," Harry sad simply.
"A what?" The male Dursleys asked, they looked at Petunia but she ignored their stares.
"An Original is one of the first families that was blessed by Magic herself, there were three. As an Original, I will have to present myself in front of the Wizengamot, our High Court, to be judged by Magic herself. I get more votes if I'm accepted, but if I don't my family name is still influential."
"You're doing this all by yourself?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Actually no, three Original families have children my age so they will be judged by Magic as well with me." They nodded in understanding. "Okay enough of politics, how about how I got my body!"
"Yeah, you looked like a skinny git a week ago!" Dudley said.
"Thanks Dudley," Harry deadpanned. "I also had a block on my Growth which meant I didn't grow at the same rate as kids my age, so when the goblins removed it I had grown to this height and my voice was lower!"
"Still doesn't explain how you got those muscles," Dudley mumbled.
"No, it doesn't," Harry said. "After the goblins removed all my blocks I told them how I had just learned of being an Original which shocked them, they hold things like that precious, so they came up with a proposition. The goblins have a Time Chamber. Two years is one day outside of the chamber, so I stayed in the Time Chamber for Ten years."
"Ten years! Dear Lord!" Aunt Petunia said.
"I needed it. I learned loads! I need to learn the ropes of the Wizengamot, etiquette, politics, and economics for my first Wizengamot meeting and then I learned magic and lots of dueling and sword fighting, because my ancestor was apparently a champion at that."
The Dursleys looked at Harry like he was a new species, "Did you get all the clothes today then?"
"Yup and can't wait to try them on again! Is there anything else?" Harry asked and when the Dursleys shook their heads Harry raced back up the stairs.
There was only one way to describe the next month at the Dursleys: Pleasant. They would exchange "Hello" and "Good-bye" as well as saying "Please" and "Thank you". Every morning Harry went out for his daily run around the neighborhood and to the park to do his exercises. When he got to the park he heard someone breathing heavily.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Harry didn't draw his wand, magic wouldn't be wise right now. Just as he was thinking of a battle strategy without magic Mr. Weasley appeared beneath an invisibility cloak.
"Harry! What on earth are you doing? Running like that!?" Mr. Weasley asked right away.
"Mr. Weasley," Harry nodded. "To answer your question, I would like to be able to outrun Death Eaters if the need should ever arise."
"You shouldn't be thinking about this, Harry…" Mr. Weasley said weakly.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the red hair man, "Do you believe that? Do you really believe that children shouldn't be prepared?"
"They should leave the fighting to the adults," Mr. Weasley said.
"Of course they should!" Harry said. "But, Death Eaters and Voldemort don't leave children alone. They need to be able to defend themselves and receive information so that they are aware of the situation that could befall them!"
Mr. Weasley looked at Harry strangely, "I still think that you shouldn't worry about this."
"Have to when you're on Voldemort's Most Wanted list." Harry went back to his exercises and Arthur changed shifts with another Order member and apparated to work.
Arthur Weasley wasn't as aloof as many thought. He was a kind hearted man that got shoved around for his odd fascination in Muggle objects. His wife, Molly, got annoyed with his "toys" as she called them, but he made up for it when he gave her everything he could since they weren't the wealthiest family in the world.
So when Molly told him that Dumbledore wanted his family to relocate to Grimmauld Place he couldn't say no even though he dearly wanted to.
Tonight there was an Order of the Phoenix meeting where they just talked about the recent developments in each person's assigned area and then Harry. Dumbledore seemed nearly obsessed with the boy sometimes, but he never gave a reason as to why other than the fact that he was "the Boy-Who-Lived".
"Welcome to this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile. "Does anyone have anything they'd like to share that doesn't relate to their assigned area?" No one answered, it had been too quiet lately. They moved onto their assigned areas until, "Now those who have been watching Harry, what have you noticed?"
Mad-Eye grunted, "Doesn't really leave his room much, does he? Just sits there and reads." The others besides Arthur agreed. Dumbledore noticed this.
"What did you notice about Harry while guarding him today?"
"He went for a run and did some workouts in the local park, I followed him, but then he heard me breathing," Arthur said.
"Breathing?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, he said something about knowing people have been watching him since break started," Arthur said.
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Mad-Eye yelled.
"Alastor, now is not the time."
"Did he tell you why he was running?" Dumbledore pressed.
"Yes, he did. He said that the reason he was running was that so when he met Death Eaters he'd be able to outrun them."
That got a mix reaction out of everyone. Mad-Eye and the Aurors were impressed, Sirius was proud, many others were thinking along the same lines as Molly Weasley, "WHAT!? He is just a child! He should not be thinking about these type of things!"
"Harry had something to say to that as well when I told him that," Arthur said.
"What was that?" Kingsley asked.
"That Voldemort and his Death Eaters aren't going to leave children alone so why should parents leave their children unprepared to defend themselves or at least parents should give their children information so they know what they're facing."
"Well I think we can all agree that Harry needs to be watched very carefully," Dumbledore said.
Arthur Weasley usually wasn't a suspicious man. But when it came to Dumbledore and Harry Potter he was.
While this was happening Harry Potter was learning about basic healing called Cut or Gash? Know the Difference!, it was one of the many books he had picked up while in Diagon Alley. He had decided to read the books on the topics he previous had little instruction in first like Healing since he already had 10 or 5 years on the others.
Harry just had one more week before he could become emancipated. True to his word Ragnok sent a goblin with a portkey that he could use to get to his office anytime on his birthday. That goblin would also be his double on his birthday. Harry had already made his plan for the day and hoped it would be messed up by Dumbledore or his minions.
He never knew when Mad-Eye would be his Minder so he couldn't spend much time in his grandfather's trunk much to his chagrin. But he was able to put his new books in the library and was excited to find that there were already some books inside including journals from his grandfather and those before him, it was on his list to read after Healing. The rest of the trunk was better than he expected. It was like an apartment, he didn't notice the difference at all. Jeremy must not have known but there was a Potions lab by the Dueling room.
It was perfect.
He hadn't talked to any of his minders again, but he had talked to his cousin and aunt more. His cousin actually wanted to know about the wizarding world.
It was the day before his birthday when they were talking about different spells.
"What's the hardest spell you've ever done?" Dudley asked.
"The Patronus Charm," Harry said, there was no question about it.
"What does that do?" Dudley asked curiously.
"Well the incantation is Expecto Patronum but that isn't enough you need happy emotions to power it. It's used to repel dementors," Harry shivered.
"What are dementors?" Dudley said warily.
"They are some of the foulest creatures on earth. I hope you never encounter them Dudley," Harry said sincerely.
"But, I'm a muggle! I can't see magical creatures!" Dudley said nervously.
"Dementors are emotional beings when they are near you can feel it. They make everything around them cold, after that you'll feel as if you'll never be happy again, then you'll start reliving your worst memories, and if you're very unfortunate and no one is there to cast a Patronus for you they'll kiss you and remove your soul."
"Oh jeez, have experience?" Dudley asked.
"Third year they stationed them around our school. Some went wild and went after a few of us, Dudley if you ever feel the cold do me a favor and run. Run as fast as you can," Harry said. "Even if I'm there, run."
Harry left Dudley to his thoughts and left the living room. Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, I know we've never encouraged magic, but now that those people are killing people like us for fun. Thank you for giving him advice and for protecting us even if we don't deserve it," She gave him a sandwich and then walked into the living room.
He had made a list of everything he wanted to bring to Gringotts and Diagon Alley over and over again, then he also made a list of the thing he wanted to do. He just hoped he didn't forget it all when he got there.
The clock he fixed when he got home for holidays after his first year at Hogwarts read that it was 9:46PM. He looked out the window and sensed that there was more than one guard on duty tonight. Harry wondered if they knew why or if they were just following orders from Dumbledore.
Harry sat on his bed and read from one of his great-grandfather's journals.
December 5th, 1977
Journal,
The Dark Lord Voldemort has now risen to full power, often having his Death Eaters kidnap muggleborns from their bed. Do these witches and wizards forget that they once came from muggles themselves? Their magical bloodline may be more secure than theirs, but it is no reason to kill, rape, and pillage!
Because of our family, we Potters must never choose a side in the war. We must always stay neutral to keep the balance. The other Original families agree with this, we try to keep the peace rather than create chaos, which is what choosing a side would do, though it seems as if the younger generation is finding it harder to keep out of the war than I am. Frank Longbottom recently told Augusta that he was joining the Aurors as well as a group of Dumbledore's fighters against Voldemort. Even though Magic didn't accept Frank he still holds an immense amount of power.
I know that James wants to join this 'Order of the Phoenix' right after he gets out of Hogwarts, he has always been passionate in his beliefs and now that he has a muggleborn girlfriend he wants this war to end faster. Samuel Parkinson has joined the death eaters along with Brian Davenport
I did try to drill it into my grandson James' head that Potters are a GREY family. We are to remain neutral in wars, but he won't has too much of fleamont in him to listen to me. I just hope it won't be too late. Only Mitchell Brown has stayed neutral.
I sent in an order for a multi-compartment trunk to be made meant to be able to house a family for some time and to keep them safe. By the complexity the owners of the two shops working together said it should be done within the month! I hope nothing happens before then.
Enough for now, Dorea is calling.
Charlus Potter
Harry placed the journal on his chest. That had been his great-grandfather's last journal entry, but he hadn't even known it. He looked at his bedside clock, it was now 11:05PM.
Harry rolled out of his bed and placed his grandfather's journal on his bedside table. When he got up from his bed he grabbed his towel and took a refreshing shower. It wouldn't make a good impression that the day the Potter heir claimed his Lordships he looked and smelled like he'd just rolled out of bed. He dressed in dark ruby robes he had bought last time he was in Diagon Alley and dragon hide boots that his instructors gave him.
At midnight he knew that a barrage of owls would assault his window with birthday presents from his "friends" but he also needed to get to Gringotts closes to midnight so that he could claim his inheritance and get emancipated as quickly as possible before Dumbledore could try something to stop him.
Harry looked out his bedroom window. To one of his minders it would seem to them that he was just waiting for his birthday owls to arrive, but in reality he was wondering if Dumbledore had sent more minders than usual for tonight because he was worried Harry had found out about his inheritance. The minders outside probably thought they were just watching incase Harry got a dangerous package.
11:45 was what his alarm clock read so he checked everything he wanted to bring with him for what seemed like the millionth time in the last few hours alone. 11:51 he sat up from where he was sitting on his bed and started pacing in his small room. What if something went wrong, if someone had blocked him from getting emancipated? What if he wasn't able to go to his Family Vault, which was something he desperately wanted to do! He was wring his fingers together and saw the alarm clock change from 11:58 to 11:59, he walked slowly to the checkbook that would serve as his portkey to Ragnok's office on his birthday and just when the clock struck 12:00 Harry first looked out the window to see owls flying towards him and then he said, "Prosper," And felt the familiar pull of a portkey.
He landing on his stomach in Ragnok's office with a loud thud and the sound of goblin laughter, "I had a feeling you'd come early, Harry, but I must confess that I wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic arrival!
Harry brushed off the non-existent dirt he had gathered on his robes to save himself from answering for a moment, "Trust me, while I was excited to get here it wasn't my enthusiasm that caused me to fall I just don't have a prowess for portkeys."
Ragnok nodded, "Indeed."
The two were silent before Ragnok broke it, "So as you know today you can become emancipated by claiming your lordships," Harry nodded. "You'll be able to visit each of your vaults afterwards. Inside of the Potter Family Vault you should find your parent's will. The Ministry copy was sealed by the Chief Warlock the night after your parent's died."
"Sounds great," Harry said.
Ragnok looked at him, "Now when you claim each Lordship you have to place the Lords ring on your finger, but it isn't as simple as that. Each ring holds an immense amount of power," Harry looked confused so Ragnok explain. "These rings are goblin made so they take in only what makes them stronger. While in weapon's case that could be the Basilisk venom you told me about, but in the case of a Lords ring it is knowledge." Ragnok pulled out a wooden box and pointed to it with his long fingers, "Each of those rings carries the knowledge of your ancestors before you."
Harry was flabbergasted, but that wasn't all. "Lords rings also carry the most dominant physical characteristic of the family so that it is always carried on, so once you put it on each of your Lords rings expect there to be slight physical changes."
"Is there anything else?" Harry asked with a hoarse voice.
"No," Then Ragnok leaned forward. "It will be fine; these are going to be small changes. Your family's physical characteristic is the Potter messy, black hair. You'll still look like you with little changes."
"You're right, I shouldn't be worried about this. It's a gift and a privilege to carry on the traits on my ancestors."
Ragnok nodded, "You know, when Neville Longbottom came in yesterday we had a very similar conversation."
Harry looked up, "Neville claimed his Lordships?"
"Yes, he did. It seems that some of the Lordships he claimed had more…extreme changes in mind for him than I expect you to undergo."
"Right," Harry was getting even more nervous with every word Ragnok said. "How about we do this?"
Ragnok chuckled, he knew exactly what he was doing to Harry, "Yes, let us." He moved the plain wooden box to the middle of his desk and took off the lid. "These are you're the rings for your 9 Lordships, I recommend you put them on in the order of Evans,Ross, Slytherin, Gryffindor,Roland,Pellinore, Linfred, Peverell, and last Potter."
"Any particular reason?" Harry asked.
"It's tradition that when claiming a Lordship that they put on the Lordship with the least amount of influence first then the last with the most, of course most don't have the problem since they only have one Lordship."
Harry nodded and reached for a silver ring with wolf leading towards an emerald. When he slid the ring onto his finger he was assaulted with memories that were not his, but that were now familiar to him and knowledge that would come easily to him if he put it to the test, including runic magic.
After a minute of the onslaught of information Harry broke out of his trance and looked at Ragnok, "Woah, so did my appearance change?"
Ragnok shook his head making Harry frown, "But your eyes flashed with a bright light at one moment, so I assume your eyes are the trait." That was something wonderful i saw the whole evans family history Harry said.
"Something to look into then," Ragnok said. "Now the Ross ring."
The Ross Lords ring was platinum, but there were also a panther on the band of the ring, made out of rubies at the top. Like the Evans ring he felt like he himself was fighting in the wars of old and learning blood magic. He broke out of his trance with a smile and looked at Ragnok, "Let me guess.
Ragnok was shocked, This is the Slytherin ring, he saw Salazar being picked on by muggles cause he can do magic, then the vision switched to salazar daughter being burned at the stake and his son becoming a dark lord. The world has the wrong ideas about salazar, he was picked on by muggles as a child and his daughter was burned at the stake, Ragnok was truly shocked by this. So history is wrong again, yes it is. Well here is the Gryffindor ring, he puts it on and sees visions of godric and helga hufflepuff growing up togather and godric giving her away at her wedding. Then the visions change to godric marring a woman of the longbottom line and their only child a girl named ariel gryffindor who went on to marry the potter heir winston. Godric and helga grew up togather and he gave her away at her wedding. Ragnok just nodded at that. "Here is the Peverell ring."
Harry took it from the box and observed it. The ring had a silver band with an onyx on the top. The onyx had a design on top of it that he didn't know. He'd have to ask Ragnok or research it, without further ado he placed the ring onto his finger.
Like other rings Harry was greeted by a memory of his ancestor, but this time the first person he saw was Death. Harry saw his ancestor make a bridge with his wand with his brothers over a treacherous river, which upset Death. Death gave the brothers each a gift: a wand, a stone, and a cloak. Harry knew that cloak. He watched as his ancestor's brothers died unnatural deaths until finally his own ancestor: Ignotus died naturally. So while most Lordships would go to the eldest in the family Death had the power to judge who was worthy in their family and chose the youngest and his family.
Harry woke up and was in shock for a moment. He looked at Ragnok then looked at the ring, "Holy shit."
Harry shook his head, "Just know that the Tale of Three Brothers is actually a true story."
"Impossible!"
"It's true," Harry said. "How long do Invisibility Cloaks usually last?"
"About 10 years, why?" Ragnok asked.
"I have an Invisibility Cloak that was my fathers before me," Harry said giving Ragnok a knowing look.
"Dear Merlin," Ragnok said and then shook himself out of his stupor, "The only physical characteristic that I can see that changed was your smile. It seems to have gotten a bit more mischievous."
Harry smirked, here is the roland ring, it is gold with a R surrounded by falcons, he sees visions of the first animagus. The rolands were the first animagus, I didn't know that says ragnok. Here is the linfred ring, it's a big L with coyotes. The visions he sees is a man discovery his magic and using it to transfigure things, linfreds discovered transfiguartion magic. This is the pellinore ring, his first vision is of king pellinore joing the round table and battling the viking invaders under merlin's command. Well king pellinore joined forces with brition to combat the viking invader. "So last and definitely not least, the Potter ring?" He had the most nervous for this one than any of the others.
Ragnok nodded and pushed the box towards him. The ring was gold with a rare red gem on top that was not a ruby and little onyx pieces that made a 'P' around the band was a dragon.
Harry put the ring on and found he had dropped in on a meeting. He saw a shock of messy, black hair: an ancestor of his. He made a beeline towards him. As he passed the other who made up the table he saw that they looked similar to Neville, Lavender, and Pansy, this must be an important meeting.
A man dressed in gaudy clothing spoke up, "You can't stay, Lord Potter."
Harry's ancestor looked at the King, "What are we supposed to do when more of our kind pop up within your population? Let you murder them?"
The King looked infuriated, "I'll do whatever I bloody like to with freaks like you!"
"We want to live peacefully with you," Harry's ancestor said.
"Well I don't much care for my sons being turned into pigs," The King said.
Neville's ancestor sighed, "That was one time…"
"And my son was horrified! His potential suitors won't go near him anymore!"
Harry's ancestor looked at the King, "How about this, we have enchantments and spells that can hide wizarding villages and homes from your people, we have spells that can remove the memory of magical incidents from your people, and when a magical person is born within your population we'll take them to get educated."
"Will the person who causes the magical person be punished?" The King eyed the seven Originals warily.
The three of them nodded sadly, "Yes, yes they will."
"Then leave, though I do expect updates from you world," The King said. "You are all also citizens of my Kingdom you will follow our laws.
"Yes your majesty," The seven Originals bowed.
The memory blurred and again Harry received information from his ancestors before looking at Ragnok sadly, "I just witnessed the meeting between the Originals and the King."
"What happened?"
"He called us freaks and wanted to murder any new magicals that popped up within muggle households."
Goblins were bloodthirsty beings, but that was only when a person deserved the punishment to kill an innocent just because they had a gift? "That's horrible."
"It is," Harry looked down at his rings. "Bit much don't you think? Having four rings on my finger?"
"Oh! Just think of having one ring and they will all combine, and then if you want to show off a certain ring just think about that one."
"Thank you," Harry said genuinely.
"You're welcome, milord. Now why don't I take you to your vaults?"
Ragnok and Harry went on a rollercoaster ride to the deepest vaults in the entirety of Gringotts where Harry saw a large dragon, but didn't comment on it. This was mostly goblin territory to do with what they wished. If they felt a dragon was the best way to protect some of the vaults then who was he to complain?
They reached the Slytherin Vault where all they had to open was for Ragnok to swipe his nail along a crack and Harry place his palm on the door. Harry was entering the vault but then realized that Ragnok wasn't following him, "I am not allowed in, but just so you know you don't have to take any money from your vault anymore because we just finished those credit cards you were talking about, yesterday."
"You did? Brilliant! So all the shops in Diagon Alley are set up?" Harry asked.
Ragnok nodded then tossed him a bag, "Here is a bag in case you want to take out any books or relics in the vault," Harry looked dubiously at the tiny bag and so Ragnok explain. "It has an undetectable extension charm on it."
Harry nodded, "Right, well I'm going in. Wish me luck!"
The vault was large, it had to be to fit all the money and relics acclimated over a thousand years. He walked around the large pile of money towards the book shelves that was mostly filled with books about parselmagic, he immediately filled his bag with books that interesting. He may already have the knowledge but he should probably have a few books for reference. He was looking around and didn't think he'd find anything more interesting this time so he was about to leave when he saw something on a pedestal. Harry walked over and saw that it was the Slytherin Grimoire! Harry grabbed it and put it in his bag.
Harry left the Slytherin vault and met Ragnok in the cart, "Find everything you wanted?" Harry nodded. "Good, the Gryffindor vault is just two vaults down."
They went through the same process to get into the process as they did with the Slytherin Vault, when Harry entered he noticed that there were the same amount of books but infinitely more amounts of weapons and armor. Harry took a look at this and noticed armor from old, it was stronger than dragon hide yet lighter, he took it and placed it in his bag. Harry walked over to the books and noticed most weren't books, but journals of Gryffindor's on defense, wards, and transfiguration. The family Grimoire also sat on a pedestal so Harry took it and placed it carefully in his bag.
Harry exited the vault with the knowledge that he'd be plenty busy this summer with his reading.
The Peverell Vault like the evans,ross,pellinore,linfred and roland was just a normal vault with old books and some old relics that Harry would explore when he had the time. He found the family Grimore on a pedestal and made his way out of the vault.
The Potter Vault had a large "1" above it and he knew that the Longbottom and Brown' Vaults were '2' and '3' Davenport Vault "4" Ashwood vault " 5" Black "6" Vault and the Parkinson Vauls "7" again Harry was nervous for what he would find. At first it seem similar to any other vault, but when Harry got farther in there were journals on each Potter put into a book shelf, what surprised him most was that someone had already labeled one for him. He pulled it out and when he did a letter fell out. With trembling hands he opened the letter and from some unknown knowledge he knew it was his parent's handwriting.
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this you are now 15 and we did not survive to see you reach this age, that's okay, I'm sure you turned out to be an amazing young man and will do amazing things for our world. Right now we are just about to go into hiding with you because of a prophecy. This is bullocks if you ask me, I've never held any regard for Divination but sadly Voldemort and Dumbledore believe in the prophecy. I agree with your mother, a prophecy. Prophecy is going to dictate your life? Ridiculous! As I was saying, if I was alive I would have already told you the prophecy as to prepare you, but I sincerely doubt Dumbledore will so here it is, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…" You need allies Harry, you'll have Neville and Susan, but that won't be enough even if all three of you make it as Originals. Remember Harry, Potters are a Grey family! I made the mistake of turning on that ideal and look where it landed on me, I'm so sorry son. Take the Family Grimoire and read it. It will clear up any questions you may have about our family. Sirius may be able to answer some questions, but not everything. Also start writing in your Lords journal right when you get home from Gringotts. In the journal you write everything about your life and advice for the next lords as well.Whatever happens Harry we are so, so proud of you!
Love, Mom and Dad
Harry let a tear fall and then grabbed the last couple journals of his ancestors, especially of his great-great grandfather: the last one who sat in the Potter Original seat. He also grabbed the first few Potter Lord journals. He did a walk through the vault and didn't find anything that he wanted to take out that second so he walked out the door and with one last look he closed the door.
Ragnok was quiet about the tear marks on Harry's cheeks. He'd seen it many times and had even seen it recently with Neville Longbottom yesterday and Lavender Brown and Pansy Parkinson the month earlier. Even if these three didn't take the Original seats they were still going to revolutionize the wizarding world.
When they reached the lobby Ragnok gave Harry his new credit card, "You won't have to pay the credit card fee and Gringotts will even give you a cut of the profit we make from the credit cards."
"You don't have to do that Ragnok," Harry said.
"You gave us a business opportunity that has caused us great fortune so I think I am greatly indebted to you. Now here is your credit card, Lord Potter," Ragnok walked away and Harry made his way into Diagon Alley.
According to the clock within Gringotts the shops should just be opening so Harry made his way to Madam Malkins. The girl at the counter was again reading a gossip magazine and didn't look up when he came in, "What can I do for you?"
"I need to speak to Madam Malkins about getting new Lords robes," Harry said with a drawl.
The girl at the girl jumped and squeaked, "Just one moment." She came back a moment later with Madam Malkins who looked at his finger, she curtsied, "Welcome Lord Potter to my shop, come back so we can make your Lordship robes."
"Thank you madam," Harry said.
Cynthia was not stupid when it came to the Potters unlike most of the wizarding world. She knew that Harry had a good chance becoming an Original and probably held other Lordships as well, "So just Potter robes or do you have any other Lordships that you'd like robes for?"
Harry didn't miss a beat, "I'd like two sets of robes for each of my Lordships and then two that will show all four. "
Madam Malkins nodded, "Do you also want a Wizengamot robe?"
"Probably would be good to get one of those even though I won't need it next session," Harry smiled nervously down at her.
"Don't worry, everything will work out for the best," Madam Malkins said. "Now would you like some dragon hide boots? I just got some in that were made of a recently deceased Hungarian Horntail." She looked slyly at him.
He chuckled a little, "Yes, thank you."
"These should all be ready again in an hour," Madam Malkins said.
Harry stepped off the stool and made his way out of the shop. He walked across the way towards Ollivanders, not because he needed a new wand, but because he wanted a wand holster. Again when he entered the shop he could feel the tingling sensation all around him but ignored it when he heard a voice coming towards him, "Ah, Mr. Potter! I was not expecting you to be back this soon! Is something wrong with your wand?"
Harry shook his head, "I was wondering if you sold wand holsters?"
"I do indeed, come follow me to the back of my shop. I don't put them on show, but…"
In the back were a large foray of wand holsters from arm holsters, leg holsters, neck holsters? "What are these made of?"
"Mostly dragon hide or leather."
"What type of dragon hide?" Harry asked.
"Well I recently got a Hungarian Horntail…" Harry's eyes sparked.
"What type is it?" Harry asked curiously.
"It's an arm holster, one of my best actually," Ollivander said.
"Can I see it? You must know what type of dragon I had to go against during the Triwizard Tournament."
"Ah, yes," Ollivander bent down and grabbed a box that was as large as a shoe box. "Here we go. Try it on, it's just a standard arm holster that aurors use."
"I don't mind that," Harry said as he put it on and his wand in. When he tried it out, it worked perfectly for him.
"Splendid! It works perfectly for you!"
"How much do you want for it?" Harry asked.
"6 Galleons," Ollivander said and so Harry handed over his new Gringotts credit card. "Ah, you got one of these new cards. I don't suppose you would mind showing me how…"
"How to use the machine? Of course not," Harry said with a smile. He went over everything that had to do with credit cards with Ollivander even the small issues that he may encounter.
"Thank you, Lord Potter," Ollivander turned and went to his small office.
Harry walked out of Ollivanders with his wand holster on his arm. He made his way to where he usually got his potions ingredients. He had always hated the smell, but he dealt with it so that he could do his business. When he entered he saw a middle aged man who greeted him kindly so Harry, encouraged, walked up to him.
"What parts of a Basilisk could be used for potions?" Harry asked.
The question caught the shopkeeper off guard, "The venom, blood, and most of the organs even if they've been dead for a while, why?"
"I just happen to have a Basilisk that needs harvesting and was wonder how much I could get for it," Harry said.
"A lot, Mr…" the shopkeeper asked.
"Lord Potter," Harry said.
Now the shopkeeper looked dubiously at Harry, "Are you sure there is a basilisk, Lord Potter."
Harry glared at the shopkeeper, "I know what they say about me, but when that basilisk, if someone didn't take it without my permission, comes onto the market, you'll be regretting your words."
The shopkeeper shook his head, "Sure kid."
"That's Lord Potter."
"Oh, Lord."
Harry swept out of the shop. He'd try talking to people about the basilisk when they actually thought he was sane.
He looked at the watch he had gotten last shopping trip. It had been an hour since his visit at Madam Malkins and it had been a long morning so he just wanted to get back to Privet Drive.
Madam Malkins greeted him at the front, "Here you go milord, I hope everything goes well for you!"
"Thank you!" With that Harry walked back out of the shop and to a side alley to use the portkey Ragnok had gave him to get back to Privet Drive.
In his room were multiple presents from his "friends". All their letters said similar things that they were going to spring them soon, etc. etc. But for the first time he didn't want to be with his friends.