In this chapter there will be parts that come directly from the books, 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' and 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'.
Harry sat there in the chair waiting for Cadhork to come back with the inheritance test. Tom was still staring at walls, was there something interesting about them? Harry didn't think so though. Harry knew Sirius and Tom were just both bored but did they have to stare at walls all day?
Cadhork walked into the room and got back up into his chair. Parchments were in his hand which he laid down onto the desk. Cadhork took out a knife from his drawer and laid it down in front of Harry with the piece of parchment.
"Three drops of your blood on the parchment will tell your inheritance..." The goblin said in a gruffly voice.
Harry nodded and took the knife in his hand. He cut across his palm and the blood immediately flowed out of it. He dropped three drops onto the parchment before his vampire healing kicked in. It then healed up. Cadhork's eyes widened in realization.
Cadhork coughed and the parchment started to form words from the blood. It swirled around, and what was finally there was a full inheritance test. Harry looked up at the parchment to see what was on it and Tom also leaned in intrigued.
Name: Harry James Potter
Birthday: July 31st, 1980
Species: Vampire
Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans (Deceased)
Father: James Charlus Potter (Deceased)
Godparents: Sirius Orion Black; Alice Longbottom nee Prewitt
Heirs to:
Potter (by blood, Father)
Peverell (by blood, Father)
Gryffindor (by blood, Father)
Black (by Godfather)
Slytherin (by Horcrux)
Gaunt (by Horcrux)
Sanguini (by blood, Mother)
Magic:
Magical core: 100% (Block broken)
Wandless Magic (Block Broken)
Eidetic/Photographic Memory (Block Broken)
Parseltongue (Block Broken)
Other Information:
Marriage Contract between Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley (Made by Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley) (Active)
Magical Guardian: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Harry was curious about the part where it said he was heir to Sanguini from his Mother's side. His Mother was Muggle-born after all wasn't she? Harry looked over at Tom at the part where it said he was Heir to Slytherin and Gaunt and Tom was looking livid. When Harry got to the bottom of the list, he himself was livid.
He was not going to touch Ginevra Weasley... Well maybe for her blood but not sexually. Harry didn't know what to think. He knew that all the blocks were broken so he didn't have to deal with that but he had to put a stop to the contract and the part where it said that Dumbledore was his magical guardian... Now he knew where the Weasley's were getting money. Anyone would guess Dumbledore stealing from his accounts since he was Harry's magical guardian. It was actually such a Dumbledore thing to do.
But Tom wasn't livid over the Heir part... No.. Oh no... Tom was livid at the Marriage Contract. How dare Dumbledore try and steal Harry from him. Next time he saw that red headed Weasley girl she would wish she were never born.
"Tom?" Harry asked curiously.
Tom looked over at Harry with a questioning look.
"Do you think my mother was not a muggle-born?"
Tom's eyebrows shot up in his hairline and he looked back at the parchment on the table. He briefly went over it and found the part where it said 'Sanguini, by blood; Mother' and then looked back up at Harry.
"It's very much possible... although it should have shown up on the inheritance with everything else." Tom said slowly.
"No, Lily was definitely a muggle-born." Sirius said, "I don't even think she was even a vampire... There was no way."
"It could very well be that your mother was not powerful enough to accept the creature inheritance and it went to the next in line, in this case you." Tom muttered in thought.
Harry nodded. It did make sense. Cadhork looked over the inheritance as well and couldn't help but choke at all the blocks that were on Harry, although they were all broken for a while. Harry had a feeling every block broke when he came back in time.
"Cadhork?" Harry looked up at the goblin. "Can I get a list of all the transactions that have been made in the Potter vault, please?"
The goblin nodded and jumped up out of his seat and walked out the room and came back with a pile of sheets. He looked pale and glanced at Harry, because he knew Harry was going to be angry at what he had to say.
"This is the pile of transactions that have been made in the Potter vault in the last 13 years..." The goblin handed it over and Harry looked through them with a dark expression.
August 31st, 1991
500 Galleons- Molly and Arthur Weasley.
It went on exactly like that, although Harry knew it wasn't very much that Dumbledore was giving them compared to what he actually had in his vault which was at the top of the page which said he had millions of Galleons. They were going to pay though for stealing from him.
"If it was any other time that this happened I would have personally seen to it that I got every knut back where it belonged, but as it is I can't draw any attention to myself." Harry said. "Am I right to assume you have emancipation forms for me to sign...?"
Cadhork nodded and opened a drawer and the emancipation forms were laid out onto the desk.
"You are already emancipated, it is just your signature that we require and another drop of blood onto the parchement for it to be done." Cadhork said. "Then we can get into removing Dumbledore as your magical guardian and retrieving your Lordship rings."
Harry nodded and cut his palm for the second time that day and drop the blood on the parchment, he then signed it.
"Okay, Mr. Potter, I will be back with your Lordship rings," Cadhork muttered before once again leaving the room.
Harry sighed. There was so much going on, once he got out of here he was definitely taking a long nap.
The door squeaked open again signalling the goblins return and Harry sat up straighter. The goblin sat down into his chair positioning himself in a comfortable position and laid out multiple boxes onto the table.
"Okay, this one-" The goblin held up a box with intricately shaped lines drawn on it and the words, 'Novissima autem inimica destruetur mors' carved into the front. "-is the Potter Lordship ring."
"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death..." Tom muttered curiously. Harry looked up at Tom and he pointed at the words. Harry's head went over the words on the box and he also became intrigued. Sirius looked like he was interested as well.
"Have any of you heard of 'The Tales of Beedle and the Bard?'" the goblin asked. The goblin got three nods in reply. "So you know about the Deathly Hallows?" The goblin said getting to the point.
"I have the cloak of invisibility..." Harry said his eyes wide. "I'm related to Ignotus, he was the first person to have it, which means that it was passed down through my family. Maybe that's why there is writing related to death on the box?"
"Do you happen to know where the Elder wand is?" Tom asked.
"Of course, Dumbledore has it." Harry replied.
Tom cursed. "Lovely."
"Oh! Tom!" Harry exclaimed suddenly. "The ring you have in the Gaunt shack! Your Horcrux!"
Tom's eye twitched. "What about it?" Tom said agitated that Harry said it with people around.
"The ring is the Resurrection Stone!"
"So you literally know where all three of the Deathly Hallows are?" Sirius asked ludicrously.
Harry nodded along with Tom and Tom made a mental note to get the ring first when he went to get his Horcruxes.
The goblin coughed. Harry looked up at the goblin, who still had the box in its hand. "Sorry." Harry muttered.
"No worries, Mr. Potter," The goblin said going over what he just heard, he then opened the box and pushed it toward Harry. "Place the ring on your finger to let it accept you."
Harry did just that and a flash of light erupted from the ring before it was gone. He then went through all the others before ending with the Saguini Lordship ring. The box was blood red and had the writing, 'Quia Sanguinem' which just meant 'For Blood'.
Harry opened the box and took the ring out of its place, he then slid it onto his finger. There was nothing for a few moments until all of a sudden he felt something clamp down on his finger like pricks and needles sticking into him. He knew then that the ring was literally tasting his blood, and Harry guessed to assure that he was worthy of being the Lord of Sanguini.
Tom watched fascinated as the ring finished what it was doing. Sirius jumped out of his seat and started asking what the bloody hell was going on with it.
It stopped then and Harry came to the conclusion that it accepted him. The goblin nodded to the silent question.
"Mr. Potter-Peverell-Gryffindor-Black-Sanguini..." The goblin then ran out of breath. Harry giggled and Tom looked at him with an amused smirk. "Do you have any other business to take care of besides removing Dumbledore as your Magical Guardian?"
Harry shook his head. "As soon as you signed the emancipation parchment, Dumbledore was removed so you have nothing to worry about."
"I would like him not to be informed of this, please." Harry said.
"Of course, it will be done." The goblin replied.
"Too bad I couldn't take the Slytherin Lordship." Harry muttered in mock sadness.
"It isn't yours to begin with, you imp." Tom said in amusement.
"That reminds me!" The goblin began. "Do you want to reclaim your Slytherin Lordship Mr. Riddle?"
Tom's eyes answered for him and the goblin took out the Slytherin box. "I brought it with me because I knew you would."
Tom picked up the box and once again it was green with a few snakes lingering on the design and then the words written in the front, 'Ambitiose acta Quod astuti et' which just meant, 'Ambitious, Driven and Cunning'. He opened the box and took the ring out of its place and then slipped it on his finger. It flashed and then settled.
"Now, is that all for you three?" The goblin queried.
"Yes that is all Mr. Cadhork." Harry said. "Thank you."
The goblin was having a hard time coming to terms with Harry saying his name or even saying the words, 'Thank you'. He then finally brought himself together. "No problem, Mr. Potter. I hope to see you again."
The three of them then walked out the door and into the front lobby.
"Finally..." Sirius muttered. "I know I said I'd go but I didn't think it would be this boring."
"Stop whining." Harry said. "At least we have that done."
Sirius huffed and fell silent once again, that was until they walked out of the door of Gringotts and came face-to-face with a shocked Remus Lupin.
"Harry?" Remus said. "What are you doing here? And why do you have a Glamour on?"
It was Harry's turn to huff now. He knew then that he wasn't getting his nap. Why cruel world! Harry thought. "Remus..." Harry nervously laughed.
Remus then turned to Sirius. "What the bloody hell are you doing here, Sirius! And who is he?!" He said and turned to Tom.
"Hah, funny story... You see." Sirius started. "Harry here was bored to death in his relatives home and I decided to bring him here for the day... Hah."
"Sirius... You should really work on your lies." Harry whispered to Sirius but Remus heard.
"I wouldn't have believed him anyway." Remus began and turned to Harry. "He hasn't been in the Headquarters for a while now. I've been going crazy trying to figure out where he went and when he miraculously appeared, no one was the wiser. But, you know I can smell if it's him or not, just as I can smell that it's you Harry."
"We shouldn't have this conversation here." Tom said. "We are already drawing enough attention by blocking Gringotts' entrance."
Harry nodded and looked at Remus which in turn sighed and waiting for Tom to side-along apparrate them all to the Manor. Tom grabbed them all and with a crack they were gone from the Alley.
"What is going on Harry, Sirius?" Remus continued to attack them with questions and the three of them let the Glamours drop. Harry sauntered over to the couch and flopped down on it, sprawling out. He looked at Tom and gave him the best puppy dog expression he could muster up. Tom took on a defeated look and nodded to Harry. Harry's eye lit up with relief.
"Tom's going to explain." Harry said relief evident in his voice. "He knows how to explain things better than me." Harry gained a cheeky smile.
"How do you know that?" Tom asked.
"You're smart." Was Harry's reply.
"Your flattery is making me swoon." Tom said sarcastically.
"Start talking, Tommy."
"Don't call me that."
"Why? It's your name."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"Nah, uh."
"Yah, uh."
"Stop being childish, Harry."
"You're the one being childish."
Tom sighed and looked up at the two other occupants of the room, who were struggling to contain their laughter.
"Anyway..." Tom began and was about to explain everything, but before he could, there was a knock at the door. "Come in." Tom's irritated voice said.
The door opened and Barty walked in, heading for Tom. "My Lord." Harry could hear Remus choke and he looked over at him amused and then looked back at Barty.
"Hey, Barty." Harry chirped. Barty shot Harry an amused look as well.
"Harry." Barty said, inclining his head to him.
"What is it you want, Barty?" Tom asked, getting annoyed.
"I came to ask you when you are planning on breaking everyone out of Azkaban."
"That will be soon." Tom said and didn't expand any further. Barty looked at the other two in the room and noted the unusual appearance of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
"Thank you, My Lord." Barty nodded and made his way back out the door, but not before sending Harry a look that Tom didn't appreciate in the least. When the door was closed, Remus finally choked out a,
"You're the Dark Lord?"
Tom nodded and started on the explanation and when he was finished, the conversation in the graveyard included, he finally relaxed.
"Sirius, I think you should see the memory of you falling through the veil." Harry said. Sirius froze up but finally nodded sadly. "Do you have a pensieve?" Harry asked turning to Tom.
"Yes, hold on." Tom muttered and stood back up to go get it. When he came back he laid the pensieve in the middle of the room while Harry was busy taking the memory from his head. A whispy string unattached itself from Harry's head and he dropped it into the basin.
"Ready?" Harry asked. Sirius, Remus and Tom crowded around the pensieve and at once they all submerged themselves into it.
Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall.
His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch... And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing — Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second. . . . But Sirius did not reappear. "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!" He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps.
Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again. . . . But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back. "There's nothing you can do, Harry —"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry —"
"We can still reach him —" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go...
"There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing... He's gone."
"He hasn't gone!" Harry yelled. He did not believe it, he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had: Lupin did not understand, people hid behind that curtain, he had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room — Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight — "SIRIUS!" he bellowed, "SIRIUS!"
"He can't come back, Harry," said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. "He can't come back, because he's d —"
"HE — IS — NOT — DEAD!" roared Harry. "SIRIUS!" There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Harry it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered except that Lupin stop pretending that Sirius, who was standing feet from them behind that old curtain, was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark hair and eager to reenter the battle — Lupin dragged Harry away from the dais, Harry still staring at the archway, angry at Sirius now for keeping him waiting —
That was when the memory cut off. Sirius couldn't take it any longer, he walked over to the couch emotionlessly and tears fell down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry." Sirius said devestated. "I'm sorry." He repeated frantically.
"Sirius!" Harry said. "I didn't make you watch that for you to start crying like a baby. It happened, so what? At least your here now right?" Sirius nodded swallowing thickly. Remus was still staring with a blank look on his face, he didn't know what to say.
"Now Remus..." Harry began. "Do you want to join us after everything you found out?" Remus' shaky breath said it all and he stretched his arm out to Tom.
"Do it." Remus said, and Moony was howling with joy at being with his cub. Tom once again gave the mark.
"Like I said with the twins, you should go back to the order and watch for information and look out for the fake Black we have there to not put any suspicion on him."
"The twins?" Remus asked surprised.
"Yes, the twins are spies too!" Harry cheered. Sirius looked up at Harry with a weak smile.
"By the way, your scent is a bit different from last time I saw you..." Remus said suspiciously.
"Oh, that..." Harry muttered. "I'm a vampire." And with that he flashed a fang.
"What?!" Remus shouted.
"A vampire." Harry said simply.
"Okay... This just gets weirder and weirder." Remus said. "I'm just going to go now, let me know when you need me."
"Sirius can you apparate him out of the Manor, he's not keyed into the wards yet." Harry said. Sirius nodded his head, happy to get out for at least a bit after all that's happened.
"Bye Remus!" Harry said when they were heading for the door.
"See you soon, Harry." Remus shot back.
When they left, Tom walked over to Harry and sat down onto the couch.
"Is it alright if I see a memory of myself, in that... You know... Snake-face guise." Tom muttered in disgust.
"I had a feeling you would want to know." Harry said. "I can show you the original memory of the graveyard, if you want."
Tom hesitated but complied. Harry stood back up and walked over to the pensieve. Another whispy string came out of Harry's head and he dropped it into the basin.
"Here it is." And then they both plunged into the memory.
"Robe me," said the high, cold voice from behind the steam, and Wormtail, sobbing and moaning, still cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one-handed over his master's head. The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry . . . and Harry stared back into the face that had haunted his nightmares for three years. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils . . . Lord Voldemort had risen again.
Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body. His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face; the red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cat's, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness. He held up his hands and flexed the fingers, his expression rapt and exultant.
He took not the slightest notice of Wormtail, who lay twitching and bleeding on the ground, nor of the great snake, which had slithered back into sight and was circling Harry again, hissing. Voldemort slipped one of those unnaturally long-fingered hands into a deep pocket and drew out a wand. He caressed it gently too; and then he raised it, and pointed it at Wormtail, who was lifted off the ground and thrown against the headstone where Harry was tied; he fell to the foot of it and lay there, crumpled up and crying. Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes upon Harry, laughing a high, cold, mirthless laugh.
That was all Tom needed to see and he pulled out of the pensieve. "Well, thank Merlin for my sanity."
Harry snorted. "Yes, thank Merlin for that... Especially when your actually pleasent to be around and your not hard to look at." Merlin that was an understatement. He thought, as he gazed into crimson eyes.
Tom walked closer to Harry and once again placed his hand on Harry's cheek. Harry looked up, his eyes sparkling. Tom was about to lean in for something more, when Harry abruptly stepped back, not knowing a thing of what Tom was just about to do.
"I'm going to go finally take that long nap." Harry yawned tiredly. "Night." He then stalked out of the room.
"Goodnight, Harry." Tom said, but the only thing Tom's darkened eyes' were focused on was Harry's butt as he left the room.
