Harry Potter: A Life before Hogwarts

Chapter 7 – Just what does Harry own?

Harry stayed asleep for the next three days. The healers would still come in every day and take his power reading and make sure he had plenty of potions for him to take. While he was in this state, it was determined that now would be a good time to take care of his blood inheritance.

A thin, bitter looking goblin entered the examination area carrying a bowl, a knife, a black quill and a roll of parchment. He did not introduce himself, but look very business-like. After setting the items down of a table, he turned to address healers and Professor McGonagall.

"It has been stated in Mr Potter's medical report, that his blood shows signs of not only his maternal mother and paternal father, but blood from the Black family and other ancient blood lines related to the Potter and Evans line. This lineage test will be used to begin an investigation as to just what lines you are related to, and what families may be involved. With the permission of his 'Loco parentis', we will take care of this while Mr Potter is still recovering. Is that correct Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes that is correct. I give my permission for this test to take place while Mr Potter is still recovering.

Stepping forward, the thin goblin took Harry by the right hand, palm up, grabbed it and then with a quick slash, cut his palm while holding it over the bowl, where it captured a good deal of blood. Suddenly the blood stopped flowing and the others in the room could see that the cut was now closed and his hand completely clean.

The blood in the bowl glowed a brilliant yellow, almost gold color while it was dropped into the bowl. "Yes, this should be enough for us to start on the inheritance of Mr Potter and all his related families." The thin goblin said. Then, taking a vile of blue liquid from his pocket, he poured the contents of the vile into the bowl which immediately started to swirl and mix itself together. The goblin then dipped the black quill into the rich, royal looking green mixture and let it sit there until it had absorbed everything within the bowl. He then took the quill out and stood it on the parchment. Letting the quill go, it began to write the genealogy of Harry. On his father's side he could see names starting to appear 'James Charles Potter', 'Charlus Edward Potter' and 'Dorea Capella Potter nee Black'. The quill continued to writing for almost an hour showing all of the other cadet lines that he was related to. Shortly after that, the writing got so light it was hard to read.

The black quill then re-positioned itself on the other side of the parchment and it continued down the 'Evans' side. Everyone in the room was more than a little surprised when the quill continued to write past Lily's name. This would indicate that she was from a squib line. After about the fifth generation, the thin goblin started taking notes of some of the names present on the parchment.

"This is most interesting. It would appear that several vaults that have been dormant will become active once more."

After almost another hour the quill again became to write so light that it was hard to read, even though it kept on writing for several more generations.

Just when everyone thought the quill had finished, the quill jumped back to the top, and drawing a dotted line from Harry's name, listed a third lineage line. The first name on the list was 'Sirius Orion Black'. Several of the people in the room took in a sharp breath at seeing that name.

The quill continued on for a few generations before it got to 'Cygnus Black' and 'Violetta Black nee Bulstrode' and then the black quill stopped writing and looked like it was going to lay itself down.

"It would appear that Sirius Black must have blood adopted young Mr Potter here. That would make him the heir presumptive should anything happen to Mr Black while he is away enjoying his stay at Azkaban."

Harry wouldn't know what was so special about this Sirius Black, or what Azkaban was, so he would have to be told at some time during his stay here at Gringotts.

Before the goblin could continue saying any else the black quill returned to the top of the roll of parchment again and started yet another line. From Harry Potter's name was another dotted line with the words 'Praedia Bellica' above it. The first name on this line of heritage was one 'Tom Marvolo Riddle'. The line went on to lists his parents as 'Tom Riddle Sr' and 'Merope Gaunt' following the line back to Salazar Slytherin. This time the quill did lay itself down to show that it was finished with the test.

"My, oh my," the thin goblin said. "It looks as if there is more than one surprise with Mr Potter now isn't there. Oh yes there is. I must get this information back to the Heredity department. There are going to be a lot of changed in the near future; yes, good for business, very good for business."

After everything was cleaned up and the thin goblin had gone saying something about further research in the College of Arms and left the hospital part of Gringotts bank.

Harry woke up in his bed. Opening his eyes he thought 'Hora Tempus Temporis' a cloud of smoke rose above his reading '13:18:27 on 11-Aug-1991'. With his eyes open, the whole world opened to him. His room was surrounded by color. Reds colors on the doors; blues and greens on the walls; ceiling and floor. He held his hands and arms out and saw a golden glow coming from his whole body.

"Ah, good you're awake now," Healer Epione said. "You are just full of surprises aren't you Mr Potter. How are you feeling?"

Harry was just stunned in how he was feeling. It was like he went in as a caterpillar and came out as a beautiful butterfly. "I don't even know if I can tell you how I feel. I can feel the magic in my body. I can SEE the magic in my body and in the room around me. I can see YOUR magic. I'll have to learn what all the different colors mean.

"I can see the power conduits in my body where my magic is being channeled through. It's simply overwhelming!"

"Harry, let's test you out on the power balls now should we?" Healer Epione went over to Harry's desk and placed ten ball in two rows of five on his desk, starting with the small apple size ball all the way up to a power ball about half again as large as a football (soccer ball to us Yankees). The healer told Harry that this last ball was the size of something called a 'basketball' but neither one of them could see how you would put any fruits or vegetables in the item.

"Now I want you to place both hands on a ball and let's see how many you can break."

Harry walked up to the table, and almost before he put his hands on the smallest ball, they were rendered to powder. The second ball he did get to touch, but as fast as you could snap your fingers, the ball was again reduced to powder. The third ball Harry did get to touch for about a second before it too was demolished. The football was the first power ball that took him more than just a second to destroy. He actually had to concentrate in pushing his magic into the ball before it broke. The last ball was of course the hardest of them all. Of course it started glowing as soon as Harry put his hands on it, but the amount of power required to crack or break this power ball would be many times more than the power required to break the football.

For the first time in the test, Harry had to search out his core and the power conduits and push as much power as he could, not only from his core, but from the other places in his body he had been pushing his magic to. Concentrating harder and harder, Harry could see the light from the power balls shining though is closed eye lids. Refusing to give up he commanded everything he could muster into breaking those power balls. For about a minute the contest went on. Just as Harry had to quite or faint from pushing all his magical energy out, he heard a slight 'crack'!

Falling to his knees, Harry was breathing hard, he was perspiring from the souls of his feet to the crown of his head. He looked up on the table to see that the right ball had a rather substantial crack in it while the left power ball just had a chip on its surface where his hand had been resting on it. Sloughing down to the floor, Harry said, "Well, I almost did it" and promptly fell back to sleep. Healer Epione put Harry back into bed to see how quickly his core could recover after it had been almost totally expended.

Master teller Slimchance had notified the healers that Mr Potter had several very important people what wanted to meet him regarding his inheritance. The healers told Master teller Slimchance that the Goblin Leaders could wait before telling Mr Potter what they had. He had just gotten to a point where his magical core was unbound and he now had to learn how to control and apply his power. In other words; He'll be there when WE say he's ready to be there, not you.

It took Harry most of the next two weeks to learn how to control, manage, and even 'hide' the amount of power he had. He was told that when he first woke up he basically had seen his magic with no controls on it. That, for lack of a better word, he was running 'full throttle open' as his cousin Dudley would say. They explained to him that to do that for very long would literally burn him out after a few hours or days. They had to show Harry how to put his own 'control binding on not only his core, but the power conduits he had created as well. They showed him how he could direct where the magical power was being sent to and how he could use more or less as the spell or assignment required. Harry worked on this very hard. He now understood that the healers weren't the only ones who could tell how powerful a witch or wizards were.

Also during this time, Harry had some time where he could meet with a mind healer. Someone he could talk to about his time at the Dursleys and start getting a handle on his feeling towards them. He still hated them for the way they treated him, but he was able to see the difference between the person and the actions the person did. For all his trying, Harry could NEVER find anything good to say about his cousin Dudley or his uncle Vernon.

As far as studies went, Harry had read all the First through Third level book that Professor McGonagall had given him, but he really only knew the First level book by heart.