CHAPTER 6
In the cleansing chamber that was thrumming with ancient magics, as soon as Harry woke up, Kreacher popped in with the cloak and the Potter and Black Grimoires and a bucket of Thestral blood. The elf had researched what Harry had been intending to do, and found a few references in the Potter Grimoire that they quickly guessed was a blood ritual magic at work. Harry read carefully and faithfully followed the instructions as he attempted to merge the Cloak into his skin, as the last remaining Hallow.
There was a spell in the earliest records of the Potter Grimoire to pull it out but it could only be done three times in a lifetime and only by the one who had claimed the other Hallows; wasn't he really lucky then? His attempt at Wandless visualized magics worked, much to his shock, and even the cloak got absorbed into his skin and the runes around his left forefinger glowed and reshaped to look like a tattoo of a ring with the image of the dark, cracked stone tattooed into his skin. The three hallows had merged into what looked like a tattoo of a clearly typical Legacy ring.
Harry asked Ragnok to merge the 13 lines he was now Lord to, into a new name of the line of Potier de Treize line for eternity. Even the four Hogwarts Houses and Peverell and his mother's lines. He wanted no link left to Potter name, and everything else to fade into obscurity and vanish. He would find a new face and life as Haerviu Antares Jaime de Treize, to be known to the public as Jaime de Treize, and leave Harry Potter far behind in the dead past. Ragnok agreed and promised that other than himself and Harry's house-elf, Kingsley Abel Shacklebolt under oath, Augusta Maeuve and Neville Francis Longbottom and Luna Maia Lovegood would be the only people to know. To Everyone else, Harry Potter would simply have gone off to travel the world. And thus, into the bowels of Gringotts Nation Harry Potter went, never to be seen again.
Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt would "confess" that in the last meeting he had with Harry Potter, the young man had confessed to being soul weary of fighting this war for 16 years and wanting to spend a few quiet years of obscurity and heal. And Dame Augusta Longbottom would affirm to witnessing this conversation, reminding the public that, with the death of Sirius Black, the poor dear had lost the last link to his parents, and never got a chance to grieve or any bodies to bury. The best they could do in gratitude was leave him to grieve and heal in peace and welcome him with love whenever he would choose to return.
The Wizarding public embraced Gran's words with enthusiasm, and by the time a healed Jaime de Treize emerged from Gringotts, tall, glittering green eyes, long wavy black hair falling past his shoulders, and a grace that reminded one of the Blacks of lore, Harry Potter would be no more than a fond legend. When he went out to buy a fresh copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard, he would be shocked and bemused to see the story of the Boy-Who-Lived tacked on as the latest in the wizarding fairy tales.
And Jaime de Treize, Lord Haughwards would be the interesting news of the season; he did own Hogwarts after all, and paid generously for full repair and renovation and dismissed the useless Governor's Board entirely. That he was a noble pureblood with light grey leanings, young, dashing, a relative of Lord Neville Longbottom, the hero of the Battle of Hogwarts, clearly powerful and delightfully single would add to the allure and make poor Jaime groan in frustration for never escaping the scandal-mongering gossip rags, no matter what his name and face was changed into.
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