A/N: This chapter will reveal that while Harry is still a minor role in the war, his unlocked Parseltongue and Parselmagic have no limits. Parselmagic will be his forte, something that he does not need to work at.
A/N2: sorry about the long delay between updating, but with the Migraines I've been getting and a strained wrist, it kind of made it hard to even think about writing.
Watching the boy splash water at Hermione, who squealed and retaliated. Their screams and laughter filling the twilight air. Emma smiled "it's a wonder isn't it? Seeing Hermione behave her own age, while insuring he is showing his own childish nature?" Wrapping an arm around his wife, Dan sighed "the boy obviously loves Hermione, but the abuse heaped on him is a tough obstacle to navigate."
Legs churning as he raced across the sand, Dan watched in amusement as Hermione chased after Harry. Hearing laughter, the sound of the teens acting their own age. Leaping over a dune of sand, Harry tripped. With a sudden pop of soundless noise, he disappeared. In his spot is a large pitch black wolf with vivid green eyes. A white patch in the famous scar on his head. A startled yip escaped the huge wolf.
"Harry! You're an animagus!" The wolf bobbed it's head. Hermione eased closer. As the wolf stood, she took in it's size. Standing nearly six feet at the head when at a full stand. "Harry, you're a Dire Wolf." The wolf disappeared, replaced by Harry. "I thought Dire Wolves were extinct?" "They are, you've achieved the impossible Harry." A unhappy frown crossed his face. "Great, another thing for people to look at me as if I am different."
Wrapping her arms around him, Hermione whispered in his ear "Harry listen to me and listen to me good. Who cares what the public says. It is your own life. If you want we don't have to return to Hogwarts." "We have to Mione. I have to make sure that the future of the wizarding world gets the best eduction they can have." Rubbing his hair, feeling his muscles loosen. "Sorry, it's just that I.. never mind." "Tell me Harry, in order to understand you."
"Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia always called me worthless, a waste of space." "You listen to me good Harold James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw. You are not worthless. You are a very powerful wizard, once fully trained. You are utterly honest, a good person who will do right by his friends."
"Some friends I have. A bookworm and plant freak." "Then we need to expand our relationships." "Slytherin's hate me, Ravenclaws sees me as an average student. Hufflepuff will not have anything to do with me. And I know all the Gryffindors." "We will start with the Slytherin's. I know for a fact that Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Millicent Bullstrode, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini are neutral. They will have nothing to do with Draco and his cronies. If we start corresponding with them, we could open up a path to being friends."
"Hold on." Staring into those brown eyes, Harry grinned. "I just remember in the Black Vault, I saw something that belonged to Blaise Zabini's great-great-Grandmother. If I return it." "Good idea, that will break the ice."
"Let's go." Phasing him and Hermione back inside. Dressing, Harry untangled his hair. Wincing at the knots and tangles. Phasing to Diagon Alley, he knew he would be able to get the tiara back into Blaise' hands. Jogging for Gringotts, both of them under notice-me-not charms. In Gringotts, heading for the Black vault.
Albus Dumbledore scowled at the Goblin that is refusing him entry into the Black Vault. James had been to smart and cunning to key him into the Potter Vault keys. But Sirius had allowed him entry to the Black vaults. Having had taken over a quarter thousand galleons.
Now he could not even enter the vault. A cart slowed to a halt. Then a familiar black haired teen hopped out. Staring at the well-fed, obviously healthy and in no pain. Dressed in well tailored clothing. "Harry my boy..." "Mister Dumbledore. Please refer to me as Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw." Those green eyes snapped dangerously.
"Hello Griphook, we are here to collect a few items." Pressing the blocky ring, the head of the Black House Lordship ring to the lock. The vault hummed softly before the door opened. Albus peered in, drooling at the sight of piles upon piles of golden galleons. Plus rare and ancient tomes. Priceless artifacts. Top-of-the-line weapons.
"Headmaster." "Miss Granger, what are you doing here?" "Actually sir, it's Lady Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw." She strolled into the vault, turned and sneered. "Soul bonded to Harry." Minutes later the pair came out. Harry with a jeweled studded tiara. Worth billions, it is a rare piece of jewelry. Commissioned for Ameria Zabini. Plus one of the Parselmagic rune books. Hermione carried a pouch, which jingled merrily. The pair headed for the cart. The cart headed back topside.
After phasing home, Harry mailed the tiara in a tamper-proof box. Which would open only for Blaise. Sending it off with one of the Potter elves. Heading for bed, he fell heavily into the soft bed. A few minutes later, fast asleep.
Zabini Cottage, located in Wiltshire.
Glancing up when a pop the followed the arrival of a house-elf. Blaise glanced at the elf, noting the five sided crest. Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Brows furling, the dark skinned teen said "yes?" "My master wishes you return something that belongs in your family." Taking the box, Blaise felt the ward key, which is keyed to his own magic.
The house-elf bowed then said "if you want to answer, just call my name. I am Steve." The house-elf popped out. Opening the box, Blaise inhaled sharply. Slowly and reverently drawing out the tiara that had adorn the heads of many Zabini matriarchs.
It looked perfectly preserved. Seeing a note, he set the tiara down gently. Unrolling the note, he read through it.
"Greetings Blaise,
I am sure that you weren't never expecting mail from me. These last few months have been pretty hectic for me. Finding out I am the head of five houses. Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin and Ravenclaw. I've been lied to, stolen from, beaten, called unworthy. But I am getting to know that my life has been manipulated, torn asunder. I am starting anew. I realize as a Slytherin, you will want nothing to do with a Gryffindor. But if I hadn't of fought against the sorting hat, I would have been place in Slytherin.
Let's just say my friends outside of Hermione and Neville had been planted by the venerable headmaster. No more, I am finding my own path, my own set of directions and new friends. I hope by returning the Tiara, it can help us overcome our set of difficulties. You see I would like to be your friend, if you want it. I hope you consider this. Call for Steve when you want to respond.
Cordially yours,
Lord Harold James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw."
Blinking, Blaise reread the letter. Amusement flashed in his dark eyes. He wrote out a response. Calling "Steve." The house-elf popped in. Handing the letter off, he said "please give this to your master." Steve bowed and popped out.
Heading from his room, he headed for the office. "Mom?" "Yes Blaise?" "You know when you said you would consider any offer of an alliance I made?" "Yes dear?" "An alliance between the house of Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw with the house of Zabini." Watching her mouth fall open, Blaise grinned. "Harry has come into his full inheritance." "That is good, how did... Blaise is that what I think it is?" "Yes Mom it is. The Zabini Tiara. Harry returned it as a peace offering."
Tears streaming down her face. "You choose wisely son." Leaving the office, jogging to the sitting room. Flooing Theo's house. Asking his friend to come over. The young head of house for the Nott family. Theo said "what is it Blaise?" "You have a choice not to join this alliance." Blinking, Theo stared at him. "What alliance?" "Between my house and the house of Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw."
"Well I'll be damned." Sitting down, Theo said "I'll join." "I was hoping you would agree." Both teens jumped, wands whipping out. "Sorry." Both glanced at the dark haired, darkly tanned teen with vivid green eyes. "Potter?" "Call me Harry."
"You look better." "Thanks, three square meals, a medi-wizard and restful sleep helps." Indeed. Dressed in casual clothes, which Blaise noted could fed a small wizarding family for a month. While he may be the richest wizard, he didn't flaunt his wealth, unlike Draco. Glancing at Theo, Harry held a small ring box. Theo took it. Opening it, his face went white. "How did you find this?"
"Apparently the Black are collectors of fine goods. There is five Black Vaults full of rare items. Mione and I haven't looked through them all, but I recognized the crest when I saw it." "Mione? Do you mean Hermione Granger?" "Actually she is Lady Hermione Jean Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw." Blaise blinked, saw Theo's lips jerk slightly into a grin.
"I'd say once the Weasley's find out that you are off the market, Little Miss Weasley will be very upset." "Oh I know about their plans, I've countered their plans." Standing up, Harry smiled briefly "I better get back, got plans for the next few days. That don't involve the British Wizarding World."
Bowing, Harry phased out of the office. Blaise smirked then remarked "come the next semester, I think the world is in for a rude awakening."
Hogwarts Castle Dumbledore's temporary office.
Hearing the wards shiver slightly then a well familiar presence invaded his senses. Getting to his feet, Albus moved along towards the closed office. Seeing the stone gargoyle settle back in place behind the long lean form. "I demand you let me up there."
"Currently the Thrice Heir of Hogwarts is in a closes meeting. Please try back again later." The gargoyle winked then closed it's eyes. Albus growled, lifting the inferior wand to blast the object to pieces. Oh how he missed the Elder wand. "I wouldn't try that."
Albus turned to glance at Granger. Who stood in the hall, arms folded over her chest. "Harry is having a private meeting the Board of Governors."
Headmaster's office.
Lucius Malfoy and the other Governors glanced up when the door admitted the last person. Eyes narrowing, he took in the sight of the five crests. Three of them outranked them all. "Who are you?" That came from Midas Goldenhawk. Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw turned towards the elderly man "someone who holds all your jobs in his hand. As Thrice heir to Hogwarts, I can and most certainly will null the Board if someone insinuates I am just a kid.
"I haven't been a kid since the bloody wizarding world demanded I take care of the current Dark Lord. I have problems with the current curriculum of Hogwarts. While I hold majority of the power of Hogwarts, the Hufflepuff Heir needs to be found."
"That line has died out centuries ago." "Is that so?" Walking over to the four new portraits that held predominance over the other paintings. Bowing his head, Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw met each Founder.
"Lady Hufflepuff, your line is dead." "Indeed it is my Liege. You hold the power, the majority votes of the three founders." "I do." "There is a claiming ritual that will unlock the lost Hufflepuff magics." "If you are suggesting my Lady I claim the last of the Founder's magic, I can not. Five houses, plus the lordship of Hogsmead and Diagon Alley is way too much. I respect the gifts that I had been given upon my awakening, but adding another line, another title, another set of responsibilities is not what I want or need.
"With great power comes great responsibilities. I will not fail in my quest."
"My lord, you have proven your worth. You are truly the Hufflepuff every Hufflepuff hopes to become. You look to insure the safety, the comfort, the well being of others before yourself."
Green eyes narrowed slightly. Lucius felt the flare of magic, a rush of heady and deep rooted magic. Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw froze slightly, pulsating with magic. Rings flashes through each house Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Perevell, Riddle, Gaunt, and Malfoy.
The last one rankled, but Lucius knew that trying to claim the Lordship back. Potter's eyes snapped open. Prying off the Malfoy ring, he hissed softly in Parseltongue. Magic surrounded the ring before flaring. "I've placed a sort of block on the ring. While you reclaim head of house, the magic won't allow you to harm me or the ones I consider friends. Take heed Malfoy, this war will end many lines. Don't let it end the Malfoy line. Reign in Draco, make him heed.
"A Malfoy never bows. That is the motto. Why do you bow to a half-blood?" Green eyes met his. Seeing truth, an unshakable confidence. Taking the ring back, Lucius slide it back on. Feeling the comforting magic. Meeting Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff eyes, Lucius inhaled slowly. "I offer a pledge of Fealty, an oath to help you in any way possible."
Feeling the mark on his arm shiver. "May I?" Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff asked softly. Lucius extended his arm. Cool fingers touched the dark black tattoo. Potter hissed softly. Feeling a sort of wrenching feel in his arm and deep within his magic. Shuddering in pain, feeling cool magic settle about him. Potter hissed again.
This time that tattoo literally leap off his arm, materializing into a real snake. The length of the room, with feathers on the head. The snake hissed furiously. Potter hissed back. Instead of the unnerved feeling he got when the Dark Lord spoke to his familiar, what he senses is a pure warmth.
The snake froze in mid-strike. Turning it's massive head towards Potter. "Isss that ssso Heir of Sssalazar. You ssstrike me asss sssomeone who will die ssseing to the ssafety of thisss world. Why?"
"Because everyone deserves to live." Came the response. Potter held out one hand. The snake hissed softly. "Even you." Green eyes burning with power, crackling with magic. The snake hissed softly before gliding around the teen. Wrapping in the massive coils, the snake hissed "you young ssspeaker, sspeak the truth. In a world fair and jussst, you sssee wizardsss living assside Magical beingsss, no sstrife. You ssseek to achieve thisss at any meansss."
The snake shrunk just under a couple of feet before twining around Potter's midriff. Settling comfortably against the teen's chest. "For thisss young wizard, I ssshall help you." Turning back to the meeting, if he hadn't interrupted with freeing a supporter of the dark lord of the mark, nor spoken to a Quetzalcoatl, nor having had said Quetzalcoatl bond to him.
The meeting having had taken nearly five hours, but the new curriculum is set. Hiring more teachers, for each year. Severus would only teach the Seventh years, as would Minerva, Hagrid. Hiring seven new defense teachers, with Potter's input on who should be training the seventh years. That's where his contacts at the Ministry allowed him to talk to Madame Bones for seven of the best Aurors. Ex-Aurors included.