I do not own anything, except my own storyline and OC's, Just FYI.
'You were a young boy, clearly malnourished and weak, yet so strong. When you came in, I saw willpower that even in my old age still awed me. Yet, it made me sad. For such power is not born out of happiness and love. No, from hate and resentment. So i made the decision not to inform you of certain pieces of your history and abilities.' Harry was getting angry, but decided that if the goblin had not shown him something, it had to be important, so he brought down his shields, and listened.
'Here, is your complete inheritance sheet.' Kragrakk said while handing him a piece of parchment from his drawer. The Ravenclaw looked it over, as Tom stared off, giving him time to process it.
Hadrian(Harry) James Poterimus(Potter)
Parents: Lily J. Potter(née Evans) and James C. Poterimus(Potter)
Notable Ancestors: Ignatius Peverell, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Phineas N. Black, Sheev Palpatine, +
Magical Core: 252
Magical Abilities:
Parseltongue-Magic-Natural
Animagus-Natural
Occlumency-Natural
Legilimency-Partial
Magical Resistance-Developed-75%(Obliviation)
Seer-Partial
Magic-Pure
Type-Light-Grey
Affinities:
Defense: Natural
Charms: Natural
Transfiguration: Master
Alchemy: Master
Heir-Potter, Black, Hogwarts(¼ Locked), Palpatine, Shadeslayer, Peverell(2nd)
'What is the Shadeslayer title, and why is it just Hogwarts now, and why am I Heir to the Palpatine line?' He was incredibly nervous now. That was supposed to be an incredibly infamous line that birthed the darkest wizard in known history, so much so even the mention of him was taboo. Far more than Voldemort.
'Well, Shadeslayer is the oldest line known to us. Nobody knows where it came from, only that it spawned several powerful ones, Including Emrys. With those having bred back into the main one, including Merlin himself, you are, technically, the heir to several more. However, just like Hogwarts, they've been severely shortened to give you less of a mouthful. Such as when the Queen is simply referred to as the Queen, rather than her dozens of titles. Kragrakk smiled a little at this, and Harry sighed in acceptance.
"Well then, This technically gives me 3 titles, and I'm curious as to why one of the Hogwarts isn't unlocked. Also, is six abilities common?'
'While not especially rare because of the excessive amounts of thirty present and the incredible amount of inbreeding, you definitely have more than most. As for your lordships, you have embraced all but the Slytherin one, which legend says is solely attainable by gaining access to his fabled Chamber of Secrets, wherein lies much of his wealth, secrets and even his Lordship ring.' Kragrakk gave a secretive smirk, and Harry smirked back. 'For now, here is the Palpatine ring, you may will it to become invisible like the others, and the protections only stack.' He opened a red box to reveal ruby velvet.
The ring was beautiful, with a bronze base, the jewel was a red crystal that seemed eerily similar to the one in his sonic, with the carving of lightning entrenched in it. The entire design was simple yet elegant, and both tweens whistled appreciatively. Placing it on his finger, all that was felt was a surge of power, and some knowledge of long forgotten magic. Thankfully, no trials. He still shivered when he looked at the Black ring.
'Kragrakk, I was wondering if you could point me to crystals like these, I'm curious.' He pulled out the screwdriver and took out the base, showing the power crystal.
'Dear King of Magic… Where did you get that?' Kragrakk was amazed, and Harry was glad he didn't need to explain it to Tom, who'd left to give him some privacy when Kragrakk began his story.
'Trade secret, my friend, now, do you know where I can get more?' His smirk widened further as the goblin looked disappointed, but answered anyway.
'Well, there are none more like that, at least in common knowledge, but there are similar ones. I assume you wish to use it for the power it generates?' Harry nodded. 'These types of things are pure coagulated magic, that has been around long enough it has thickened and become a crystal. They are only found in certain places in the world that are magic-heavy, but ones like those are so rare because they were the first to ever be created. Unlike the others, they cannot be destroyed. Nobody knows what they really do or what makes them so special, so keep a hold of that.'
So they ended their discussion, with Kragrakk giving him a list of locations. One just so happened to be Hogwarts, and another was a select few manor, Black, Potter, Peverell, Shadeslayer and finally Bones. Though as the others were significantly older, Bones would likely only have a few. So he resolved himself to have a look around the ground of those he had access to, try to find more. Few harvested them, and any that were, destroyed. As they were literally just crystallized magic, there were many colours, many shapes, sizes, etc. The crystals, as pure magic, would just be reborn again if destroyed, with the endless pool, and Harry smirked as he thought of ways he might speed up the process. After all, if your source is infinite, why not take advantage?
—-
His birthday was insane. They'd decided to host it outside, as all his friends were coming, and as Tom was celebrating his own the same day, might as well take advantage. Neville had been unable to come, since his Grandmother had forced him to attend a party with a bunch of rich snobs for his birthday, so it was just Trip, Liz, Daphne, Astoria, Draconus, Ronald, and Hermione who had come. The twins had promised to drop by, but apologized as they were working on some new products.
Severus. Flitwick, and McGonagall had come over as well, spending time with the parents who were visiting, and Dumbledore had sent a letter that he couldn't come because of a Wizengamot & ICW meeting back-to-back, but arranged for his present to arrive the exact moment they would begin. While disappointed, he didn't let it bring his spirits down. After all, it was his birthday.
So they blew out the candles, ate some cake and were now getting to presents. While Tom's was slightly smaller, he'd integrated into their new group quite successfully, and so it wasn't by much. Even the professors had given him one each, as a welcome to Hogwarts celebration. They quickly began opening the lot, and Dudley looked on from the crowd, a twinge of disappointment his parents hadn't even bothered to come, nor give their nephew anything good. Thankfully for him, he thought he found something perfect during a visit to Diagon Alley with his cousin over the few times he'd been able to, and crossed his fingers his resident wizard would be happy with it.
In total, the Ravenclaw received 15 presents, while Tom got 12. Harry, received several books on dueling, a new potions set, a broom polishing kit, a pile of sweets, new robes in every single colour of his houses(Tom, Trip, and Daphne winked), a beautiful backup wand holster, new quill with Phoenix feather and quite a bit of parchment, A Slytherin coloured watch, small vial of Felix Felicis worth 24 hours, a new set of shirts, 101 ways to charm a witch, 101 ways to charm a wizard(He glared at both, and he suspected who they were from), and a small black haired, green eyed kitten he named Nyx. He was certainly getting quite the menagerie of Familiars. Dobby popped in a second later with an old sock, and thanking him graciously, he pocketed it to display as evidence of their friendship.
Tom got much the same, with the exception of the sock, robes, kitten(He got a puppy), broom kit, and sweets. He grinned and thanked them all, as Harry simply smirked and bowed, with a head nod and already planning the thank you cards. After that, they partied for a while, Harry asking his elf to transfer the items to their respective rooms then inviting him to join the party.
Who knew elves could dance?
They were on the platform, getting ready to go to the train. Since Ben and May were Muggles, they couldn't cross the barrier, so goodbyes were sent, and the two teens ran into the pillar. When they crossed the side, they both sighed in awe. Despite having found a new family and friends, the Hogwarts Express represented their escape into a better world, one where anything is possible. So, carefully pushing their trolleys and ignoring those who stared at them, they lifted their trunks onto the train.
While his friends knew of the existence of Tom Skywalker, they did not know he was one Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr, Voldemort. The two decided to keep it that way, and prevent too many questions as well as risk the boy's life, so no living soul but them knew the truth. Just like only Harry knew of his Sonic Screwdriver, and he'd yet to even tell anybody of his creation. Dumbledore likely suspected he had crafted something, but he didn't know. His friends respected his secrets, and didn't pry. When they did, he reminded them how that sort of thing would feel, and said that if it was important to their health, he wouldn't even wait a heartbeat.
So they stepped into the compartment they'd agreed upon, casting the necessary expansion charms. He also added some comforts to his spot on the seat, ensuring he'd be comfortable. The entire thing was simply doubled, with blue cotton cushions, a wide window, mahogany walls(Hogwarts wasn't the premier school for nothing), and a glass wall that was spelled to be clouded so any activities wouldn't be seen, just in case there was some sort of secret political alliance. No doubt a politician had demanded it. In the end though, it just insured that any deals would be left alone.
The table in the center was a polished mahogany table that extended from the wall with no leg, a lamp placed upon it to give light during the travels. Above the seats were brackets sto place your trunk upon, and the two students heaved them up, finally sitting down. Tom to read, and Harry pulling out his old glasses.
While his newest project wasn't especially original, it was still useful. Popping out the lenses, he focused carefully and summoned new ones that wouldn't damage his eyesight. Adding the standard impervious charms, that was when he began charming it properly. Placing a protection rune he'd studied, with backups in case it exploded-as had already happened several times-, he watched as the frame took it on. Then he added detection spells, which would hopefully reveal one's true intent towards him, when combined with the protection charm. Carefully weaving them together, he watched as the bond formed
While it was relatively minor enchanting, it was still an incredible achievement for him. He'd never be as good as Trip or Tracey Davis, this was progres. Though, admittedly by his age, those who wanted to be Enchanters were several levels higher. Delicately putting them on, he looked around. So far, no change. Good. These had a plastic frame which wasn't an especially conductive material for magic, but it would hopefully last for a year or two until he could get a new pair, then add even more additions.
Staring at Tom, there was no visible change. However, a small wiggle in the back of his mind felt trust, and he suspected it was the work of the glasses. He hadn't felt any sort of magical manipulation to his knowledge, but they were supposed to be commands whispered to you, that encouraged the activity, pretending to be you. It could be the work of an especially skilled manipulator, but he doubted it.
Deciding to wear them from now on, he waited for the others as he pulled out the Marauder's map and a spare bit of parchment he'd been using to mark down spots where crystals might be prevalent. With a large amount of projects he wanted to accomplish, including increasing his wandless repertoire to four. After some time last year set aside and a small growth in his core, he'd gotten the shield, summoning, and switching charms. Next up was basic transfiguration, which, theoretically, when done wandlessley would not need any sort of incantation, thus negating the need to learn several at a time. It was just extremely hard, and he expected to only finish by maybe the christmas holls.
So far he'd managed the Chamber of Secrets, a room Dobby had called the Come and Go room that the elf had promised to show him, the Forbidden Forest, and the deep Dungeons. Not much, but hopefully the locations would hold a lot of them. If they didn't, he'd check out Potter and Black Manor. For now, he simply focused on writing them. Scratching an itch on his back, he focused back on the parchment.
Soon enough, his friends came in, Daphne sitting beside him alongside Trip and Liz, the others joining Tom. Everyone began playing exploding snap until the trolley arrived, and they bought plenty for everybody, Harry careful to avoid the beans. Nothing especially exciting happened until dark, with Draco's allies stopping by to talk and leaving soon after.
When Eve set in, and everybody had changed back into their robes, Ronald and Draconus in a game of chess, Trip and Tom playing their own game with everybody but Harry, who was sleeping, reading, things were looking to be a peaceful ride. Hedwig had already flashed with Erebus and Nyx, Gracie had flown over, so he had no real worries. Until he heard a faint screaming.
Flashes of green, screams from a red-haired woman and a greasy-haired man he recognized as a younger Snape. It was like his Seer visions, except these felt all too real. Having read in his Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them copy, it was likely Dementors. So calling upon his happiest memory, his deepest feeling, he launched to his feet and called forth, using as much power as he could, creating the brightest one any had ever seen, blinding them as it charged, and burned the creature in front of it.
Dementors are a creature of pure magic. More so than any other. They are the result of excess Dark Magic being sent in the sky far too many times, which eventually took solid shape. Seeking a desire, a true purpose, legend tells that they descended upon the very first wizards, who fought valiantly to destroy them but were stopped, as the creatures continued to breed. This is false.
They are not born with the desire to consume souls, nor have they ever been. Nobody truly knows their origins, some even say they were an ancient race of wizards who dabbled a bit too deeply in blood magic and became the monsters that haunt our nightmares, but there should not be even an ounce of credence given to this, as it was created by the ministry to help ease their blanket dark magic announcement. These are beings of unadulterated magic, no matter what is said. All we know is that they once formed from a coagulation, not how that was created nor how to replicate such an event.
Their natural prey is decomposed magic, which has lived too long and begins creating a rift. Thus, they consume it, allowing King Magic to make more to fill the gap, and thus creating an ever spiraling circle. But like all things, they began being pushed by the ministry, and disliking of this, they learned they could eat all magic, not just that which is dead. So they began consuming the soul, a form of purity that could feed them for their lifetime.
They struck up a deal, to eat the souls of the damned, given to them by the ministry. But there was a side-effect of destroying such a pure symbol, such innocence. For magic extracts a price, and the toll for this was far too high. They became creatures of Darkness, leaving behind their once beautiful selves to become haunted ghost-like beings with solely an ever-lasting hole instead of faces, to be covered with a cloak. It gave them a permanent dread-aura, and in the end the entire species was devastated and left but a shell of their former selves, because of the Ministry's nosiness.
Many say they cannot be harmed, and many say they can. The Patronus Charm, while not destructive to the creatures, is a representation of happiness and refined joy, what they once were. It scares them away, no matter how determined they might be in their search. Some even say that if you create one strong enough, it could harm and even kill the creature, as they have become the opposition to such magic.
If you ever find a way to destroy these beings, do so. For they've become abominations, and I am sure that if their ancestors and past selves could see them now, they'd wish for such things. Being stuck in such a form for eternity, must be endless suffering. Help them, Destroy them.
As Harry was pulled from his thoughts, he looked towards his patronus. To everyone's shock, it had changed. No longer Hedwig, Gracie and a Stag, but his dragon, though miniaturized, alone. He thought back to the theory, and recalled they reflected one's personality, much like their animagus. He suspected his inner turmoil might be coming to an end, or just beginning. The damn itch was really getting to him, so he scratched some more, and it faded somewhat.
A Professor in old, faded robes with a bit of facial hair entered, and Harry decided immediately he was one to trust. That wasn't based solely on the fact he was a werewolf, judging by the excessive ageing, complete lack of silver even in colouring, and slightly sharper fangs and nails, though he could very well be an animagus, which was more likely and now that he thought of it probably the right answer. He just seemed to exert some sort of calming aura around him, and his genuine warm smile definitely helped.
If the man in front of him was an animagus, then it was definitely some form of large canine, as he'd looked up what sort of traits you got from each form, and his all matched up. To think, two professors one, maybe he'd get some tips. While he hadn't flown in some time, his sharpened eyesight and hearing had definitely helped, though with so many projects and schoolwork, he probably wouldn't get much time to use it.
Soon enough, the train stopped. Remus Lupin, as he'd introduced himself, was up front talking to the driver after giving everybody some chocolate, which eased the shivering that Harry was feeling. Soon enough, they all stepped off the train, leaving their trunks behind as they got on the carriages, whose Thestrals, which he had learned about from Hagrid after a particularly melancholic discussion, were neighing in what seemed to be impatience. Smirking, he got on.
The sorting was going painfully slow. Every student seemed to take ages, though it was likely only a minute. His back was itching beyond belief, and scratching had long since lost it's relief. While his friends had noticed his irritation, they'd given up when he snapped at Trip for daring to ask what was wrong. He finally paid attention when Tom's name was called, though ignoring the itch proved to make it quickly increase in size. Finally, after much deliberation, it called:
'Slytherin!' Which wasn't a surprise to him, but to the others it drove them out of their minds. He just smirked back, until his back acted up again. Dumbledore stood to give the welcoming speech, and Harry's patience was about to snap.
'Welcome, Students of Hogwarts, to a new year! I would like for us all to welcome Professor Remus Lupin for Defense Against the Dark Arts!' There was subdued clapping. 'A reminder- The Forbidden Forest is Forbidden, the list of Banned items has increased and is posted on Mr Filch's door.' He paused to take a breath, and his back went from simply itching to pure pain, as if there was something growing.
'With the escape of Mass Murderer Sirius Black, the Ministry has seen fit to place Dementors around Hogwarts. Their dreadful aura is something I hoped to avoid, but the Minister will not be swayed. So I ask that you all be careful when visiting Hogsmeade, and- Mr Potter?' Dumbledore was confused as he looked at the boy who'd stood up in his seat.
Meanwhile, Harry was screaming internally. Everything was painful, as he began limping out of the Great Hall before something happened. Madam Pomfrey came 'round the head table and tried to examine him, but he waved her off. His back was beginning to get absolutely unbearable, his fists clenched, every muscle tense as he grit his teeth. Just as he reached the end of the tables, his back almost seemed to grow, as the robes he was wearing began to stretch outward. He screamed in pain as he fell to his knees.
Suddenly, they burst open as he began to shine, pure white light similar to that form his newest patronus in it's beginning formations spread outward as wings outstretched from his back. Between the throes of pain he recalled that Kragrakk had stated this would happen, as the direct descendant of the Gryffindor line. Others had faint ties but they were far too old and diluted to give them the wings.
The wingspan came to roughly ten feet, and heaved him down. When it all finally came to an end, he was left in the tatters of his shirt, tie still wrapped and he had shrugged his robes off. What was supposed to be a personal moment representing his freedom and heritage became a spectacle, with many muggleborns commenting about him being a real life angel, and the only ones who knew what they really meant being Dumbledore, and possibly Tom. He cried lightly, his newest appendages wrapping him into a cocoon as he sprinted away.
Arriving at the edge of the Black Lake, he sat down and reflected on everything. With no more access to his animagus wings, since as Kragrakk had believed, the new ones replaced them, at least in his human form, he didn't know how he would use them. Having trained for hours to strengthen the old ones, he had no idea if the new ones would hold up. They almost seemed to have a mind of their own as one stroked his cheek, and he smiled lightly. For now, he would try to fly to the dorm window and sleep, his appetite had been lost anyway.
Tomorrow would be interesting.
Read & Review Plz