Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter or Inuyasha is mine. I don't claim the characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Rumiko Takahashi. I also don't make a profit from writing this. Thank you.
A/N: I have been asked if this story is going to be Slash or not, and I really don't know. I have a poll up for pairings and so far the pairing that is winning is Slash. That can change at any moment. At the moment it can go either way. That is all, please enjoy and review.
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, foul language, and some bashing.
Chapter 10
xxx- Back with Harry -xxx
-Harry's POV-
Harry was jotted awake not long after he blacked out when he got a feeling of triumphed glee flowing into his unconsciousness. Scared that he was feeling what Voldemort was feeling even if the horcruxe was no longer in his scar, he devolved into the feeling to see where it was coming from, he just had to know. Sucking in a sharp breath when he realized that the feeling was coming from his magic of all things, he "touched" his magic with his conscious to see if he would be able to follow it. What he got was something he never thought he would have gotten.
Instead of trying to figure out how to follow the link that lead away from his body, he was barbered with images of wards? glowing brighter, damages around the building being fixed and strengthen, and finally the image of attaching twinkling dull blue magic that he knew was Dumbledore's from the feel of it. When he got out of his shock of his magic collapsing the Headmaster's magical channels one by one, he started to pull his magic back inside him the best he could without really knowing what he was doing.
Two more channels were collapsed before he was able to pull his magic out of the old man. The whole time his magic was fighting against him and if It hadn't used so much of It's strength doing other things, It would have been able to fight against him and finish collapsing all the channels. Harry didn't want to stop his magic from doing what it was doing, but he knew that right now that the Wizarding World needed Dumbledore in order to survive until Voldemort was gone. A Dumbledore without his magic was like creating Pandemonium among the citizens since they look to him to make pretty much all their choices for them. Not only that, without Dumbledore there as a buffer, all those people would look to him and demand for him to fight for them while they hide themselves until everything blows over.
'Not that they don't do that now, but they mostly look at Dumbledore since they know that he already fought in two wars and they only look at me because I am young and survived the Killing Curse from Voldemort. Besides, with people looking at Dumbledore for what they should do, it would make it a little bit easier for me to get and do everything I need to do before I leave because this will be my last year here.' he thought determinedly. He already has plans on how he will use his 6th year to train himself for he will not leave unless he knows for a fact he will be able to survive out in the real world.
He knows that if he leaves now, he would be found before he could truly get anywhere. He will use this year to get them to let their guard down around him, and when they least expect it, he will be gone. Not that he knows where he will be able to go. Maybe, he will go to one of the Americas or Australia.
With all his magic back under his control, he was able to relax from the tenseness he put his body in while he fought for control. If he doesn't move soon, he knew that he would fall back to sleep, feeling somewhat lethargic after everything. He was so exhausted what with going through two rituals and than having his magic not only go about strengthening wards and fixing damages, but also collapsing someone's (Dumbledore's) magical channels took a lot out of him. He had less than half of his magic still left.
Opening his eyes, he had to shut them again fast because he was almost blinded by the light in the room. Which was weird for there was only four scones (one in each corner) making the room dim like in those romantic movies that Aunt Petunia sometime watches when Uncle Vernon and Dudley are out for some father and son bonding, where the boyfriend takes his girl to a restaurant to propose to her. Opening his eyes more slowly this time, he was able to let them adjust until they were all the way open.
"Merlin, I can see!" he exclaimed hoarsely and too quiet to be heard by the goblins in the room, his throat still raw from all the screaming he did. Looking every which way that he can with his head still against the ground, he was able to see with such clarity that he can even see the smallest details of the room, like the grain of the stone walls. 'What's going on? How is this even possible? Is this one of the side-effects of the rituals?' Not that he was dissatisfied with this effect, it's just a surprise and he wouldn't mind getting the answer to the how so he will know if it will last or not.
Now, that he isn't distracted with his improved sight, he started to become more aware of his aching body. He started to do his hospital routine when ever he wakes up there and his body is stiff. It will start by moving his toes, rotating his feet, bending his knees, rotating his hips, moving his fingers, bending his elbows, rotating his shoulders and then his head to check his neck (which he already knew was ok from his reprisal of the room) to work out the stiffness so that when he gets up he won't fall back down. With everything in working order, just sore to the max, he started to sit up slowly. He didn't want to get dizzy from sitting up to fast and blacking out for the third time that day.
When he was all the way seated, he had to put his head in both hands with his elbows on his crossed legs when he started to get black dots in his eyes. Taking deep and slow breaths with his eyes closed once again, it took a couple of moments before the dizziness pasted. Opening his eyes, he lifted his head and saw the lead goblin in front of him.
"Whoa." he startled in surprise, jerking back a little. 'I didn't even hear him coming over. I need to learn how to be more aware of my surroundings at all times even when I am at my weakest.' he scowled himself. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come over." he said weakly with an equally weak smile (that was more of a grimace than a smile). Putting his head back in his hands, moving the way he did, didn't help him at all.
"Here, Lord Potter-Black. These are Pain Reliever, Pepper-up, and Headache Reducer." he said while pulling potion phials out of his left robe pocket and handing them to him one by one.
"Thank you so much. I don't think I will be able to stay up without that Pepper-up Potion." he joked, but he was also serious. Taking each potion and downing them without tasting them, 'Thank Merlin for small mercies.' He could already feel them starting to work. 'That's what I love about potions, they were quick to start working unlike muggle medicine that takes about 15 to 30 minutes to even start feeling the effects kick in. Though I can do without the taste.'
Standing up slowly, he was happy he didn't have any negative effects from it. Putting his hands up in the air above him, he did a full body stretch while his back popped. "Hmm." he purred in satisfaction. 'That felt good.' Putting his hands down to his side, he looked at his body, "Wha? Why? How? I don't..." was his confused jumble of questions. His skin was healthier looking though he was still too skinny, but it was the scars that he didn't understand. They were so pale that they had a kind of silvery tint to them and they had the same texture of the rest of his skin and was leveled with it as well. Turning his head back in the hope that he would be able to see the ones on his back, but he couldn't. All he accomplish was making himself go round in a circle, probably looking like a fool.
Looking at the goblin in front of him (who already put the empty phials back in his pocket) with a questioning look. "When your magic was unbound, it focused It's attention unto you first before going outwards. I don't know all It did for you, but we did see it working on your skin and scars." pointing at his eyes to see if his magic also was the one who fixed them, "We can deduce that your magic also fixed your eyes sight as well."
Nodding in acceptance. "Can I get dress now, please? Or do we have anymore rituals to go through?" Getting the ok to get dress (he was starting to get cold with being so bare), he walked over to his pile of cloths. He was also told that there won't be anymore rituals unless the Healer they got for him decided to put him through any.
"Wait! What Healer?" he balked at the thought. He didn't trust Healers. Well, at least not the one he knew. Don't get him wrong, so far Madam Pomfrey seemed like a nice woman, it was just a feeling that she really didn't care about her patients. 'If she was a true Healer than she would have reported the abuse that I went through. I mean, how hard is it to see his body full of scars. Not only that, she must have run Diagnostic Charms on him who knows how many times. They would tell her everything that was wrong with him. So why hasn't she done anything to help him? Were there other abuse cases that she ignored and if so, why?' Were some of the questions he started to ask during 5th year when he went to her to get his hand checked out but only receive nothing but some Murlap to put on it and sent on his way.
"Yes, Lord Potter-Black, a Healer will check you out after you finish your business with Master Bloodtooth. The money would be transferred from your Vault when he is finished with you." he said, not caring about the human's hesitance about seeing one.
"Oh." Well, what was he suppose to say to something like that. He's not going to say no in the fear of offending them by indirectly saying that he didn't trust their judgment. With all his cloths on including his socks and shoes, he looked at his glasses and wondered what to do with them. It felt kind of wrong to throw them away when he had them for so long. They were there through all the ups and downs (mostly downs sadly) he went through, through the years. 'I will keep them even if it's just a silly attachment I have for them.' Holding them in his left hand, afraid that putting them into a pocket would end up breaking them even if a reparo would fix them in a jiffy.
"Silverfang is outside the door waiting to take you back Lord Potter-Black." nodding with a 'Thank you' to the goblin, he opened the door and walked out. Silverfang was waiting for him just like the other goblin said he would be. When Silverfang saw that he had his attention, he turned around and walked away. Shrugging, he followed not even a little bit offended, knowing that goblins are not talkative and are straight forward most of the time.
When they got back to the Potter door, Silverfang knocked and waited until he heard "Enter" from the other side before opening the door and saying "Lord Potter-Black is here, Master Bloodtooth." He motioned him in, which he did, before shutting the door with the goblin on the outside still, leaving him and Master Bloodtooth alone in the room (not knowing that Ginny was waiting in a side room until she can speak to him).
"Sit down Lord Potter-Black." he said not even looking up from looking over a parchment in his hand with a scowl on his face. Doing as instructed (somewhat annoyed that he is obeying orders again like a good pet but not showing it on his face). Straightening his back, with his shoulders back, chin lifted up but not snobby like, just proudly, and hands in his lap.
Putting the parchment down, Bloodtooth turned his attention to him. "Do you have any questions you want answered?"
"Yes, I do. When I talked to Master Grimstone, he said something about a Magical Guardian and Vaults, as in more than one? What is a Magical Guardian, I can take a guess but nothing definite, and I thought I only had my Trust Vault before Sirius Willed anything to me, which I don't even know what he Willed in the first place." he said/asked in a confused tone of voice.
"Are you trying to tell me that you don't know what a Magical Guardian or who yours is?" Bloodtooth demanded sharply.
Twitching in annoyance since he did just asked what one was and who his was, "No, I don't know what one is or who mine is suppose to be." he tried to keep the annoyance out of his tone, but he knows that some of it slipped in anyways.
Getting a scowl in return for his tone, "I see. A Magical Guardian is a witch or wizard that is assigned to an underage witch or wizard when they do not know there place in the Wizarding World for one reason or the other. Muggleborn's Magical Guardian are the Headmaster or Headmistress of the school that they go to unless they have a sponsor or get adopted by a magical family. Pure-bloods and Half-bloods Magical Guardian are their magical parent/s. If however, the parents are dead or incapable to care for them, it usually falls to the Godfather or Godmother that was assigned to that ward. You, however, have both parents and both of your Godfather (who was in prison) and Godmother (who was tortured to insanity) whom was incapable of taking care of you." pausing to see if the human was following.
"Who was voted into the roll to be my Magical Guardian and what exactly are the benefits that Guardian get?" Harry asked, already fearing that he knows who exactly filled that role for him.
Getting a thick folder out of the right top drawer, laid it on the table and opened it, he read what was said and told the human in front of him. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore - Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump and International Confederation of Wizards among other titles. He was named your Magical Guardian on November 2, 1981." closing the folder, he laid his clawed hand on top of it. He observed the human's face go from shock to horrified and then to cold fury.
"How exactly did he become my Magical Guardian when my Godfather wasss "convicted" two monthsss later?" he asked not knowing that his words had a slight hissing quality to them.
Feeling a shiver of dread run down his spine when he heard the tone and feel the human's magic start to rise, he knew he had to trend carefully. He heard what happen to the Hogwarts Headmaster when Lord Potter-Black's magic attacked him. "I don't know. Nobody cared to refute his claim when all was said and done. As for the benefits." he paused until he knew the human calmed down some before he continued.
Glaring at the goblin for stalling, he tried to calm down. It took a few minutes before he was able to get his magic back under his control, with it being unbound his control over it was pretty much next to none just like Silverfang said would happen. "I am calm, you can tell me now."
"Very well then. The Magical Guardian's benefits is to being able to vote in your seats as a proxy until the ward is ready to take over if their charge has one. They don't have access to your Vaults. They do, however, have a set amount that they are allotted to each year so that they wouldn't be able to drain you dry nor to have them be bitter with having to take care of a child not theirs for free, which for the Potter's is 50,000 galleons a year. Unfortunately, they do have complete access to your Trust Vault if they have the key to it, though that too shouldn't be touched by anyone but you. Your Trust Vault gets 50,000 galleons, that is split evenly as galleons, sickles, and knuts, a year starting with a total amount of 100,000 galleons, also split evenly as galleons, sickles, and knuts, on January 01, 1980."
"What are their responsibilities to their charge?" he asked expressionlessly.
"They are meant to teach you your responsibilities to your House if the ward is part of one. They are suppose to take care of you in any which way they can and make sure you are not in danger. Pretty much what a parent does for their child/children if they were able to care for the ward." Bloodtooth growled. 'The human should have already known this.' he thought in annoyance. "Before we continue, what exactly do you know about the Potter Family?"
"The Potter Family? Well, nothing. I mean, I tried to research it when I got to Hogwarts in first year, but I couldn't find anything in either the main part of the library nor the Restricted Section. Hell, I couldn't even find anything on any other Wizarding Family in the library either!" he said in frustration. He did try to research his Family when he got to school and he was disheartened when he couldn't find anything about it. "The only thing I know about my Family is that my Father was an amazing Auror, his best subject was Transfiguration, played for his House's Quidditch team, he was a big prankster and bully but still a good guy, loved my Mom from day one, I look just like him except the eyes and that he was the first one to die on the Halloween attack and that's pretty much it. My Mom's best subject was Charms, she was beautiful, nice but with a temper when provoked, smartest of her generation, I have her eyes, and that her sacrifice was what allowed me to survive the Killing Curse. They both were loyal to a fault, they were as Light as one can be and that they were both Gryffindors. That is pretty much it." he finished somewhat sadly.
Rubbing his throat in the hope to soothe it a little bit, talking had aggravated it more than he would have liked. Seeing the goblin press something on his desk (he wasn't able to see the runes carved on it) and see a glass of water appear which was then handed to him, he was very grateful. Sighing in relief as the cool water slid down his throat soothing it as it went. When the cup was empty, he gave it back with a grateful smile. "Thanks, I really needed it."
"Welcome. Now, to get back to business Lord Potter-Black." He stated.
"You can just call me Harry or if that is not something you want to do, you can call me Mr. Potter only. I don't mind either one though I do prefer to be called Harry." he told the goblin seriously. Being called Lord Potter-Black all the time made him uncomfortable when he's only been called Harry, Boy, or Freak all his life, not including that Boy-Who-Lived shit.
"Very well, Mr. Potter." the goblin settled on wanting to stay professional. Opening the thick folder in front of him again, he started talking, "Your Family's been around since the Founder's time, in fact the first Potter was one of the first to enroll when they opened. Most have been in the Law Enforcement, some however, have been Transfiguration Masters, Rune Masters, Wards Masters, Charms Masters, and one or two were Potions Masters. They have Stocks in most of the businesses in Diagon Alley such as 10% in the Apothecary, 5% in Eeylops Owl Emporium, 36% in Madam Malkin's Robe For All Occasions, 52% in Flourish and Blotts and 57% in the Daily Prophet, among others. They also have Stocks in the Muggle World as well. All in all, the Potter Family brings in a 5.6 million galleons in revenues every year. In total revenue the Potter's have 196 million in galleons totaled. That, however, is only in the Main Vault. Your Trust Vault has 411,000 galleons left in it."
"What?" Harry interrupted. "That doesn't make sense. If, from what you said earlier, that the starting balance of my Trust Vault started with 100,000 galleons and has 50,000 galleons added each year, then since I haven't touched it until I started first year, which I took about 1,000 galleons total in the last 5 years, then there should be about 849,000 galleons from 850,000 galleons still left. So, why is there only 411,000 galleons left? What happened to the missing 438,000 galleons?" he was practically spitting fire, he was so mad at the thought he was stolen from. "And what about the 750,000 galleons Dumbledore got for being my Magical Guardian for the past 15 years? Am I even able to get that money back since, I am guessing here, he illegally became my Magical Guardian when my Godfather was still a free man at the time?" that being said he started growling while pulling back his upper lip, showing a semi-sharp k-9, unconsciously.
His hand gripped the arm rest of the chair in a white knuckled grip. Before he was even aware enough to stop it, his magic lashed out and hit the back wall behind him, leaving behind a deep gorge about a foot and an inch long. Hearing the sharp sound of something grinding against stone, snapped him out of his angered haze he ended up in. Looking behind him where the sound came from, he saw what his magic did with a gobsmacked look on his face. Turning back to the paler goblin so fast that he almost got whiplash, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen, honest!" he said fearfully, thinking that the goblin would attack him in retaliation of a perceived threat. He's just glad that his magic missed the goblin war painting.
"I understand that with your magic being released after so long that it would be harder to control, however, I must ask that you make sure it doesn't happen again. I will let this time go since your magic did strengthen our wards and made Gringotts' building stronger." he scowled while he regained back his lost color, not really liking the thought of a human's magic helping them in anyway.
Getting a nod from the human, he went back to where they left off as if there wasn't a mark on the wall, "As for you questions, Albus Dumbledore came to your Trust Vault and took out 1,667 galleons a month starting November 6, 1981 to January 6, 1982. On January 6, 1982, he took out an additional 500 galleons a month that totaled to 2,167 galleons a month. Once again it changed on September 6, 1991 where he again added another 500 galleons a month which came to a total of 2,667 galleons each month. Another 500 a month starting on January 6, 1994 which brought the total up to 3,167 galleons a month. So in total he took out about 438,000 galleons as you had already figured out." looking over the parchment again that he read all the numbers off, "On February 6, 1982 when Mr. Dumbledore took out the additional 500 galleons, the money was sent to a Privet Vault for one Molly Weasley. On September 6, 1991 the other additional 500 galleons went to a Privet Vault for one Ronald Weasley. On January 6, 1994 the last 500 galleons a month went to a Privet Vault for one Hermione Granger." Putting the parchment back in the folder, he observe the human while also giving him a moment to collect himself.
'They were stealing from me? My best friends were stealing from me! How could they do that to me? Was it all a game to them?' Not able to sit anymore, he got up and started to pace behind his chair to work off his fury so that he wouldn't have a repeated incident with his magic and the wall. 'I can't let them get away with doing this to me.' Looking at the impatiently waiting goblin he decided to wait until he is by himself before he thought on what he could do to get back at those back-stabbing S. . It took a few more minutes before he was able to wrestle his thoughts into calm, but he was able to with the thought of getting more information.
Sitting back down he asked, "Are you able to get all that money back?"
"Yes, it would take a few hours to move, but it can be done. Only the money that is still in the Vaults would be returned since we can't do anything about spent money. Fortunately, for you, the Vaults for one Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger hasn't been touched at all since being opened, so you will get everything back from them." writing something down on a spare piece of parchment and then laying it on the desk, Harry was surprised that it disappeared before his eyes. Then he felt like slapping his head at being surprise in the first place. 'Duh, magic.' "The 89,500 galleons that Molly Weasley was given over the years, only 49,525 galleons are left (remember that they can't count the first 500 galleon for they don't have proof that she got it). We can't get the spent money back right away unless we take her to court. Dumbledore took over, including the money he gave out and the Magical Guardian fee, a total of 1,068,000 galleons over the last 15 years. It would take longer to get it all back, maybe a day or so. What we will do is lock down Dumbledore's Vault until we return everything."
"I don't understand why he would steal money from me in the first place. Isn't he rich?"
"No, he is not, well not like you, the Blacks and the Malfoys rich anyways. He is well off, though, from all his positions in the Wizarding World. The Dumbledore Family only came about in the late 1600s. It wasn't until Mr. Dumbledore defeated Dark Lord Grindelwald in 1945 that anybody took any true notice of the Dumbledore Family. I can't, however, tell anymore. Customer confidentiality contract. I already said too much as it is." He said with finality. A knock on the door interrupted them. "Enter." he growled.
A goblin enter and put a long pine box on the table, bowed to Bloodtooth and left without a single glance his way. Turning his attention to the box that Bloodtooth just opened, he saw 7 ring boxes laid in red velvet side by side. Bloodtooth took out the one that was red and dark blue lined box out, opened it and handed it to him. "This is the Potter Lord Ring. Put this on you right ring finger." Doing as he was told he put the solid gold ring on his finger. It resized to fit his finger, and when it was done resizing, he was transferred information. He now knew where the Potter Mansion, Potter Cottage, and the other Potter residence were at as well as how many house-elves were there, feel the strength of the wards on each place, what other creatures lived on the land, and well, he was giving a lot of information that it took a while to become less disoriented. He went through the same thing when he put the other rings on, the only difference was when he put on the Heir of Slytherin ring on. The only thing he was made aware was the general feel of the Lord of the House. 'I'm sure Voldemort felt it too and probably going to go insane trying to figure out what was going on.' he thought in dim amusement.
"As you can see, the rings have emerged into one ring. If you want one House to show above the rest, all you have to do is think of the one you want and it will show or none will show if that is what you want. The Heir ring might be on a different finger (the middle of the right hand) but it can disappear as well." he said after he gave all the rings to Harry (which he was happy that they didn't reject him including the Black, Le Fay, and Slytherin Rings) and put the now closed box with the empty ring boxes to the left side of the desk. "Do you have any more questions?"
"Yeah, we kind of got off track with the Vaults. What I want to know is if my parents left a Will or something. What exactly is an Ancient and Noble House? How did I inherit from all those Houses?" he got out as calmly as he could when all he wanted to do is go on a rampage.
"Yes, your parents had a joint Will. It was sealed on November 2, 1981 by the Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore. Only the Head of the Potter House would be able to break the seal if they don't get permission from the Chief Warlock. As for how you inherited from all those Houses, intermarriage. Over the years as the pure-bloods kept reproducing among themselves to keep their blood 'pure,' and only having one or two kids at a time, the lines dwindled and then died out. You have the strongest blood tie to those lines than anyone else in the Wizarding World."
"Am I not the Head of House Potter now? I also don't understand what Sirius Willed me either." he was really starting to get confused again. 'Which is nothing really new.' he thought self-deprecatingly
"Ah, that reminds me." the goblin said while getting another thick folder out of the top left drawer. It was the same thickness as the Potter folder but instead of being the color of a pale blue, it was black. Opening the folder, the goblin pulled out a long parchment and slid it towards him. "Your Godfather had emancipation papers drawn up for you. He only had to get your signature to be able to complete it and you would have been considered an adult in both the Muggle and Wizarding World. Just sign here at the bottom and a drop of blood in the square next to your signature to complete it." he said while pointing to where he needs to sign and put his blood at. "Remember to use your full name or it won't take. So you would write Lord Hadrian James Emery Le Fay Gryffindor Peverell Potter-Black, Heir Apparent to Slytherin."
"Why must it be my full name?"
"If a contract doesn't have ones full name, the contract would be null and void." he said while looking at him as if he was stupid.
Flushing, he went about signing his full name (Hadrian James Emery Le Fay Gryffindor Peverell Potter-Black Heir Apparent to Slytherin). 'Wow, that's sure a mouthful.' It took a moment of admiring his full name before something the goblin said registered in his mind. "Wait, are you telling me that I didn't have to compete in the Tri-wizard Tournament?"
"What are you talking about?" the goblin demanded. He was getting sick and tired of getting side tracked by what he thought of as trivial things and that the human should have already known.
"In my 4th year, I was forced to participant in the Tri-wizard Tournament because someone entered my name, Harry James Potter, into the Goblet of Fire and it spit my name out. Dumbledore said that I had no choice but to participant in it if I didn't want to lose my magic. Now, you are saying that the contract wouldn't have worked because my full name wasn't written down."
"Yes, you wouldn't have had to play in that silly game even if your full name was written down since, as you said, you didn't put your name down to enter it. When someone writes their full name, an imprint of that persons magic intertwines with the ink on the parchment which would allow the contract's magic to recognize you as a participant with whatever the agreement was." he said with an annoyed sigh after speaking (not that Harry noticed or cared for he was too determined to get the answers to his questions).
'Another lie I was told to by Dumbledore.' "Ok, I understand. So what is a Head of House?"
"I am not here to hold your hand while you navigate through your confusion." Bloodtooth exclaimed having finally been fed up. Flinching back in surprise, he opened his month to say something but was beat to the punch by the goblin continuing, "There are books that I can recommend that you can read in your own time to find out more about Heads of Houses."
"Fine." Harry replied more coldly in return which caused a glaring contest between the two since none of them like the attitude of the other.
Bloodtooth was the first to look away when he felt the magic start to rise and fill the room with a heavy feeling. He knew that if he would to attack this one human, there would be a war between the wizards and the goblin nation, which they couldn't afford at the moment. "As for what you was Willed by the late Lord Sirius Orion Black, it's the same as what you inherited by the Potter Family. The only difference is that the Potter's were Light to Grey Oriented Family while the Black Family are a Dark to Grey Oriented Family."
Nodding coolly to show he heard, he didn't really understand what he meant by Oriented at the moment. "Can I hear my parents Will now? I think that is all that is left."
"Yes, then you will see the Healer and then you can go home." he said, not mentioning Miss Weasley just yet. Opening the Potter file and moving some parchment around until he found the late Lord and Lady Potter's Will. "Here we are." Unsealing the Will he started to read.
The Last Will of Lord James Charles Potter and Lady Lilith Marie Potter nee Evans, all other Wills before this is null and void
We solemnly swear that we are up to no good
We, Lord Jame Charles Potter and Lady Lilith Marie Potter nee Evans, being of sound mind and body do here by bequeath the following:
To Remus Lupin – We give 500,000 galleons and all books about Werewolves we have in the Main Vault. We hope that the books would be able to help you with your furry little condition. I had always considered you as a brother and will never regret becoming your friend. I too considered you as a brother I never had. I love the intellectual debates we would get into while the two kids would be out and playing around. Lily Pad, how could you corrupt poor Moony more than he already was, shame on you. Moony you should go out there and prank like you never pranked before! James, enough! Anyway, we love you our dear brother. What she said. But seriously, go out and prank til you drop. Mwa ha ha ha.
To Peter Pettigrew – We give 500,000 galleons to do with whatever you want unless you betray our location to the Dark Lord Voldemort. Let it be known that Peter Pettigrew was our Secret Keeper and Sirius Black was the decoyed to draw the Death Eaters and their Leader away from the real one. Albus Dumbledore knows about the switch in Secret Keepers. Lily Pad, there was no reason to say that. Yes, there is, now lets get on with the Will James! Yes, dear. If Peter did betray us, then he get nothing but our hatred and disgust.
To Sirius Black – We give 500,000 galleons and all pranking journals in the Main Vault. I know you have been dying to get your hands on some of the pranking journals some of my ancestors created and we never really got around to going through them. Now, you get to go through them with little Prongslet and cause all types of havoc. Make sure that Moony gets into the pranking spree as well. James Charles Potter you will not have Sirius turn my son into a prankster like you. Remus, I am counting on you to be the reason in the chaos that is Sirius. Padfoot would make an excellent Father. I know he will, that doesn't mean he won't turn my son into a trouble maker! Of course, it's in the genes. Anyways, my brother, I am so happy to have had you in my life. Without you, going through school would have been completely boring. Though we were never close, I too was happy to have you in my life. We love you as well brother. Love you my brother and I will be waiting with new pranks we can play in the afterlife when you get here which shouldn't be for a very long time.
To Keiko – We give 500,000 galleons to do with whatever you want with. Keiko, how I missed seeing you during the summers. The last time we spent anytime together was the summer when we were both 14 years old. Even if we written to each other at least twice a month, it's not the same as speaking face to face. I was heartbroken when I couldn't write to you anymore when we went into hiding from the terrorist that was after us. In our last correspondence you talked about being 6 months pregnant with a little girl you were planing to call Kagome. I wish I could see her at least once and that she and my beloved son grow up as the best of friends. I wish I had more time, but unfortunately, I don't. Just know that I love you very much. I never met you personally, but Lily Pad talked about you all the time and I feel like I do know you. I just want to say thank you for being there however you could for my precious Lily Pad and hope you would do the same for my little Prongslet.
To Hadrian Potter our son – We leave everything else to you. You do not know how much we love you since the moment we heard that you were growing in your Mother's womb. Your Father fainted when I told him I was going to have you. Lily Pad, don't tell him that! Why not, it's true. That's not the point, I am a man and men don't faint. Whatever you say dear. You see what I have to put up with my Prongslet? And what is that suppose to mean? Nothing dear. Prongslet, know that we love you very much. I remember holding you for the first time (had to fight Padfoot to keep a hold of you for more than a minute) and I was overcome with joy, pride, and glee. You are everything and more than I have ever wanted in a son. Your Father is for once right. You are everything and more than I could have ever dreamed I could have in a son. I wish we had more time to be with you, but I fear that our time together will be very short. Just know that we love and adore you to the bottom of our hearts. I agree with your Mother, I know I love you to the bottom of my heart and beyond even that! This is goodbye for now and remember we are always with you.
If for whatever reason Sirius Orion Black, Godfather to one Hadrian James Potter is unable to take care of our son then he will go to the people listed below. Under no circumstance is he to go anywhere near my sister Petunia Ann Dursley nee Evans or Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts for he has too many responsibilities on his plate to take care of our son.
List of potential guardians:
Alice Longbottom (Godmother)
Remus Lupin – regardless of his condition
Amelia Bones – Head of the Law Enforcement Department
Keiko Higurashi – Lily's second cousin on her Mother's side
Lord James Charles Potter and Lady Lilith Marie Potter nee Evans
Lord and Lady of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter
Mischief Managed
"I should have known that Dumbledore knew that Sirius was innocent from the start!" he exclaim angerly even if there were tears running down his face from finally hearing the proof that his parents really did love him. 'I know I have been told by other people that they did and that they did sacrifice themselves so that I can live, it's just now I have solid and written proof.' He decided that he will ignore the Dumbledore topic for right now, not wanting to lose his temper (in effect his magic) again when it will just make him even more exhausted. Instead, he focused on the Will itself, "Will the Willed money and the books be given to the people it's suppose to now that it was read?"
"Yes, in fact they are being moved even as we speak."
"Ok. Can I have the Will or do you keep it? Also, is there any way to get money out of my Vaults without having to come back here all the time to get more?" he asked hesitantly.
"It stays here, but I can make a copy if you want a copy of it. I will also give you a copy of all stocks, holdings, and moneys among other thing so that you can look over them at your leisure. That includes the other Houses as well. As for taking out money, we have something similar to what the muggles call a debit card that we can give you for a price. It can be used in both the Muggle and Wizarding World. When using it in the Wizarding World, the cashier will swipe their wands across the card and the money would be transferred to their account from yours." With that being said, the goblin started making the copies he said he was going to do and getting a small rectangle shaped blue card out of the middle left drawer. "Now, before you go to see the Healer, there is someone who is very desperate to talk to you." Going to a blank space of wall next to the filing cabinet, he knocked on it in a pattern Harry couldn't follow and a door appeared. When the door was open, the goblin motioned to someone on the other side and made room for them to past by.
A petite teen girl with blazing red hair that went to her mid back, doe brown eyes, cupid pink lips, pale creamy skin with freckles here n there, and it was someone he knew quite well entered the room. "Ginny!? What are you doing here?"
Flinching back at the fury fueled growl he aimed at her, she had to gather her courage before she was able to speak past the fear his glare was provoking in her. "Please, listen to me. I don't know how much time I have, but I need to tell you what my Mom and Professor Dumbledore are planning to do." He motioned for her to continue, his blasted curiosity that caused him no small amount of trouble over the years, wouldn't let her not speak. "The summer before my 4th year when we were all at the "one place" together," she glanced at the goblin when she said "one place". Harry nodded that he understood what she was referring to. "I had gotten up to get something to drink when I heard my Mother's voice coming from an unused livingroom." she paused while closing her eyes in pain at what she was going to tell Harry. 'How could she betray me like this? She was suppose to be my Mother!' she thought in distress.
Seeing how hard this was for her, Harry wanted to go to her to comfort her. While they weren't as close as he thought he and Ron was, he did care for her like a sister. After her first year, he tried to help her whenever he could or comfort her whenever she had a nightmare about being possessed by the shade of a young Voldemort. He staid were he was, though, knowing that if he went to her, she would lose what little courage she had to tell him whatever it is she needed to tell him (not knowing that she was determined to tell him everything after being unable to for so long no matter what it takes).
Taking a deep breath she went on, "She was talking to Professor Dumbledore about dousing you with a Love Potion that was aimed to make you fall in love with me." saying this, she started crying softly, "When I heard what they were going to do to you, I left to go tell you, to warn you what they were planning to do. When I got to your bedroom door, my world turned dark and I woke up the next morning in my own bed, remembering, but not caring one wit about what my Mother planned to do to you."
"I thought you were in love with Dean Thomas? Didn't you tell your Mother about how you wanted to be with him?" he asked confused. That's one of the things he never understood about the Love Potions in his system. On a night he was comforting her after they were both up after having nightmares, they try to talk about something other than what was keeping them awake. They ended up talking about the people that they were having crushes on, which he still doesn't know how they got onto that topic even to this day. She told him that while she did have a crush on him in first and second year, her feelings started to change in third year when she started to notice a boy that was a year older than her (the same year as he was in). Hearing her say that, and knowing that it was finally not him, piqued his curiosity (the troublesome thing) and he bugged her about who it was until she was fed up and just told him. Dean Thomas. He was surprised at first but afterwards he made sure that she knew he supported her when she told him that she was going to tell him in her 4th year. She wanted to be a little bit older before she started to date anyone.
"I am in love with Dean." she cried out. "I had every plan to tell him my feelings last year like I told you I was going to do. It's just that no matter how hard I tried to fight the thought of wanting to be with you, it wasn't long after that my thoughts became centered around making you my husband. It wasn't until I saw you walk in the Will Reading Room that my thoughts finally cleared enough to understand what was going on. I need you to understand that you can't trust my Mother or Professor Dumbledore no matter what they try to tell you. I am not very sure you can trust Ron or Mione, they have been saying some mean things about you when your not around lately." her breath started to hitch, she was talking so fast and crying at the same time.
"I know. Please, calm down now." he said while going to her and pulling her into his arms where she broke down sobbing into his chest. "Shhh. It's going to be ok."
"How can I calm down when my own Mother is using me to get to your fortune? How can I calm down when I have to go back there and have my thought once again be on only making you my husband when all I really want to do is be with Dean?" she asked hysterically. She was afraid to go back home and encounter her Mother knowing what she will do once she is in her clutches.
"Don't worry, we will figure something out to protect you from her." he said, while trying to think of something to protect her. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything to help her right now. He couldn't take her with him to the apartment his Potter ring showed him that was above a bakery in Diagon Alley which he plans to move in as soon as possible. He knows he can be charged with kidnapping her since she is under age and she doesn't have permission to stay with him from her parents. He couldn't risk it when he has to make plans to get away from the Wizarding World.
"Hem, Hem." they heard beside them, making them jump back from each other in surprise. Turning their attention to Bloodtooth, he started to talk. "I may have a solution for your troubles. The Blacks have enchanted jewelry that they ware to make sure that nobody can use magic to control them, they were highly paranoid about things like that for good reason. They stopped using them in the late 1900s. Fortunately, the enchantments should still be strong even today. If she were to ware one, then her mind would be protected from outside forces. You, Mr. Potter, don't have to worry since your Lordship rings would protect you with all the enchantments placed on them over the years."
"I guess I will be visiting the Black Vaults sooner than I thought." he grimaced.
"You can do that after you see the Healer who is waiting for you in the side room." Bloodtooth reminded him.
"Oh, yeah. Forgot about the Healer." he said while rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile. Getting a shake of the head from Ginny, he mocked glared at her, getting an unrepentant smile in return. Now, it was his turn to shake his head and roll his eyes, though, he was smiling a small smile as well.
"Well, go on in." he said impatiently, not caring for the human's stalling tactics.
"I'm going, I'm going." he muttered. Turning to Ginny, "Wait right here, it shouldn't take very long." Getting a nod, he headed to the side door that Ginny came from. Entering, he noticed that the room was mostly bare except for two chairs (one he is sure Ginny sat in while waiting to speak to him), a hospital bed, and a small table next to the bed. The only other thing, well person, in the room was a middle-aged man with a medium build, lightly tanned skin, warm dark blue eyes that had his dull brown bangs falling into his eyes once in a while.
"Hello, I am Healer Took and I will be the one who will be looking after your case, Lord Potter-Black." the Healer introduced himself while holding his hand out for a shake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, but you can just call me Harry or Mr. Potter. I am not use to being called Lord Potter-Black just yet." Shaking the Healers hand for a second and then dropping it. He wasn't one for touching with strangers. It took Ron and Hermione about four months each before they could touch him causally without him shying away from them, even then he really didn't let them touch him too much. If the Healer was insulted that he dropped his hand like he did, he didn't show it, he just kept smiling a warm smile at him.
"Please have a seat on the bed and we will get started." Doing as he was instructed, he waited for the Healer's next move. "I am going to run Diagnoses Charms on you to see what needs to be healed. Ready?" Nodding to show that he was. The Healer started to cast his spells which the results are written down on a piece of parchment that was on the table. It must have been Charmed, though, he doesn't know in what way, to get the results from the Charms. When he was done, he picked up the parchment and started reading it. His face went from warm but wary, to surprise, to horror, to rage, to determined. "The good news is that when your magic was unbound, it was able to fix and make stronger your bones, your internal organs was healed when they were on the verge of failing, your eyes were healed and your skin became a little bit more healthier as well. The bad news is that it couldn't fix everything. You are still highly malnourished and your immune system is not up to what it should have been. You are also severally underweight and slightly dehydrated."
"My magic strengthened my bones?" he asked confused. He knows that his skin and eyes became better than before, but he didn't know about his inner organs being on the verge of failing. Closing his eye and concentrated on his magic, he sent the feeling of gratitude towards it. He knows when his magic received it when his magic spread through his body and he felt like he was being hugged. How that was possible, he doesn't know, he just enjoyed the warmth that he was enveloped in.
"You're glowing softly." Healer Took said reverently and somewhat fearfully. Even though his patient was low on his magic at the moment, the Healer could still feel the strength of the young man's magic rolling off him. The glow gave his patient a majestic bearing, as if he was above normal humans.
"Wha?" hearing the Healer say something snapped him back to reality, which he wasn't all that happy about. He was quite enjoying basking in his magic, his free magic, for the first time in forever. He never noticed how dull everything was until all the blocks, potions, and spells were taken off him. His thoughts were clearer, he doesn't feel as if there was a heavy weight weighing him down, and he doesn't feel so fragile anymore. All in all, he feels pretty darn good.
"You were glowing just a moment ago, Lord.. um.. Harry." remembering at the last minute to not to call him Lord.
Looking at his body, he only saw his new and healthier looking skin, there was no glow to speak of. "I am afraid, I don't know what you mean, there is no glow." giving the Healer a look as if to say, 'you need to get your eyes checked.'
Annoyed that he wasn't believed, he decided to move on. "Anyways, there are some booster shots from both Worlds that should have been given to you a long time ago, like the Dragon Pox vaccine and Booster Shot among others. After that, I will start removing the Obliviates one by one." taking out a tiny black doctors bag before enlarging it and setting it on the table. "I will then give you a list of potions to take every day to help you with your malnourishment and boost your immune system to were it should be. While your magic did help it, it's still in a very fragile state at the moment. I will also give you a list of foods that you should avoid until you are were you need to be in health and weight. Don't forget to stay hydrated as well, which is very important for your health. Unfortunately, I don't think you will grow more than a inch or two, if that." he said with a business like tone.
Taking the potions one by one, there were nine total, while the Healer gets the needles ready for the muggle shots. When done with the potions, the Healer prepared his right arm and started to give the shots until there was none left. The whole time the Healer was professional in everything he did. 'I am glad that he's not one of those 'Boy-Who-Lived' fanatics.' he sighed in relief when everything was done.
"If you will lay back on the bed, I will start removing the six Obliviates on your mind." shrinking the bag after putting the empty bottles back inside, then putting them in his white robe pocket. Seeing that Lord Potter-Black was laying on the bed as instructed, he pulled out his wand again, which he put up when giving the potions and shots to his patient. "Alright, this won't hurt, though, it might feel weird but that is normal. You might black out from the overload of returning memories, but once again that is normal." he saw his patient relax, taking that as his cue to continue, he asked, "Ready?" and getting a nod in return.
Harry saw the Healer come towards him with his wand raised, he couldn't help but tense up a little. Forcing himself to relax, he closed his eyes when he saw him start to wave his wand over his head with an intense look on his face while muttering what he knows is spells under his breath. When a few minutes past without anything happening, Harry opened his mouth to ask what was going on, when he was distracted by the feeling of something loosening and then disappearing before he was dragged into a memory of something he found out in second year.