Harry stood in the middle of a circular chamber on a dais, nervously clenching and unclenching his hands. "So how does this work?" He asked as he looked down into a stone pool in the center of the dais.

"You need to remove your clothing then step into the pool and lie down. It's shallow, only a foot deep, so don't worry about drowning." Ragefist explained. "It is filled with a potion that will purify your blood and body. Though I warn you, this will not be easy and it will be painful. These things affecting you have been in place for the vast majority of your life and have spent so long within you that they have bonded with you on an almost molecular level. However, I assure you this is for the best."

Harry nodded and began to do as instructed. A wave of insecurity hit him as he removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. No one, aside from Hermione, had seen the full extent of the scars on his body.

"I know this will sound childish, but can you turn your backs?" Harry asked, a little of that insecure boy he once was seeping back into his voice.

"Until you're in the pool, yes Heir Black." Ragefist said and turned around to face away, motioning for the others to do the same.

Hermione had seen all there was to see but didn't want to make this any harder on Harry than it had to be so turned around as well.

Neville, who had stayed close to Hermione, followed suit.

Soon Harry was stripped down to his heavily scarred and stepping into the pool of liquid. It wasn't as cold as he had expected, it was actually slightly warm which was a little surprising. The black liquid lapped sluggishly at his pale skin and seemed to be a bit more gelatinous than normal potions. Sitting down in the center of the pool, the potion came up to cover his legs and, for which he was eternally grateful, his lap. Harry took one last deep breath and then lay back until the potion was covering all of his body except for his face and then called out. "Alright, I'm in."

"Good, now we will begin." Ragefist said and nodded to the other goblins around the room. They all moved forward toward the dais and stood circling Harry just outside the pool. Looking over to the young companions, Rage fist spoke quickly. "Do not step forward while we work. Stay where you are or the guards will remove you. We cannot be disturbed. Nothing, and I do mean nothing will be allowed to interrupt the ritual. Doing so could have serious consequences. Consequences that could, and would almost certainly, be fatal. We are working with soul magic and any distractions or interruptions will not only destroy the Horcrux but Heir Black's soul and possibly every soul in this chamber in the backlash." After receiving a nod of understanding from both Gryffindors, Ragefist turned back to the task at hand.

He looked around the circle of goblins questioningly and received a nod from each of them in turn. Ragefist nodded and the chanting began.

Apelăm elementele în această oră

Chemăm aerul care ne dă suflare

As the words filled the air in an ancient language neither of the teenagers watching could identify they heard Harry gasp, heard the potion slosh slightly as he jerked against whatever he felt.

A tingling sensation that had begun to crawl across Harry's skin with the first couple of words became a stabbing as the goblins continued their work

Apelăm la apa care ne dă viață

Chemăm pământul de unde venim

A yelp came from Harry as he felt the stabbing intensify. He did his best to hold in the sounds as the sound of the incantation grew louder in his ears.

Apelăm focul care ne încălzește

Chemăm spiritul care stă în noi toți

Harry whimpered as a burning sensation began to flow through his veins. It felt as though someone had injected Firewhiskey directly into his veins.

The sound of pain coming from Harry ripped at Hermione's heart. She shifted to go to him on instinct but caught herself remembering what Rage fist had said before beginning this process.

Vă chemăm să vă purificați acest corp

Îndepărtați sângele de impurități

That burning sensation increased tenfold as well as the stabbing sensation and both grew deeper and deeper into his body. The pain felt as though it went all the way down to his bones. Harry couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a yell. He called out in pain but that gave him no relief, it felt as though with every moment he was going to combust and be in bloody ribbons at the same time.

This was getting harder and harder to watch. Both Neville and Hermione were having trouble keeping themselves in place as the sounds of pain grew louder and louder. Neville ended up with his arms around his friend, holding her to him so she couldn't run to Harry. He could see in every line of her body that she was aching to run pull him out of the pool and make the pain go away. But this was necessary. They had to get anything affecting Harry out of him for good.

Ridicați corpul de state nenaturale

Curățați sângele să curgă liber

Curățați corpul să trăiască în întregime

Harry couldn't take any more of this excruciating torture and gave himself over to the pain, letting out a bloodcurdling scream. As the chanting came to a crescendo, the sensations seemed to triple and then quadruple and then triple again. He was certain that he was being flayed, burned alive, and ripped apart at all at once. He was dying. He knew it.

Another shriek pierced the air and the potion sloshed roughly as Harry's body arched violently up. He could feel his bones shifting, his body changing, his skin growing tighter.

A pulse of magic went through the air as the ritual ended, the potion now with a sickly green color streaking its surface. Slowly the potion drained out of the pool, leaving an almost completely dry and very different young man in the center.

Ragefist stepped forward and looked down at Harry who was panting and whimpering softly as small aching waves continued to run through him. "Give it a few moments Heir Black, with removing the Faciem Domus potion will have changed your body physically. You will now revert back to your former appearance, what you would have grown up as had you not been wearing what amounts to a semi-permanent glamour."

Harry nodded and slowly pushed himself to sit up. The first thing he noticed was the long thick hair that fell forward around his face. Opening his eyes he saw that it looked soft and reached to touch it, pleasantly surprised when it was just as soft as it looked. Catching sight of his hands in this process, he saw that gone was the quidditch tanned skin, replaced by a pale complexion. He also noted the lack of a scar on the back of his hand and looked up at Ragefist in confusion.

"My scar is gone." He says and uses his other hand to point to the place where 'I must not tell lies' once rested.

"That was scarred into a body that is no longer yours." Replied Ragefist. "Think of it as though that scar was on a skin that you shed and now is no longer there on this new skin. Similar to a snake." He finished.

"Oh." Was all the young raven said. 'That means all the other scars are gone too.' He thought to himself.

Moving to stand up, he felt a bit unsteady on his feet and had to catch himself from stumbling.

"That will happen," Ragefist explained, seeing the impaired balance issue. "As well as removing the glamour, the potion works to give you the body you were supposed to have. You've grown a few inches and have put on a bit of muscle mass."

Harry then took a moment to look down at his body. Ragefist was right. He was surprised to see that his body, while still lean, was much more toned and defined.

"Mirror?" He asked, realizing that his voice had changed, slightly deeper with a much more silky quality.

Ragefist nodded and pointed behind the young man who turned to follow his direction.

Catching sight of himself in the mirror that one of the goblins must have put behind him as he looked himself over was an odd experience. Logically he knew that the image he was seeing was him, but it was hard to believe. His hair was long, reaching just below his shoulder blades, thick, and completely straight. What once was an unruly black bird's nest was now a silken curtain of onyx with a very faint bluish tint when the light hit it. He could no longer see the evidence years of abuse, neglect, and malnutrition had left him with. He looked healthy and strong. His pale skin clear and flawless. He had higher, more defined cheekbones and a less prominent nose. His eyes, which everyone had always told him looked just like his mother's, were no longer emerald green. Now, he had bright, electric blue eyes that were framed by a pair of thick black lashes. Another realization hit him as he was looking over his new appearance. He wasn't wearing his glasses. Apparently, the potion had corrected his vision as well. All in all, he now looked as though he was Heir to nobility. Gone was the scrawny runt and in his place was a tall, elegant-looking young man.

A soft gasp pulled him from his musings and he turned to face his companions, his nudity forgotten in the face of this shocking new appearance.

"Hi…" Harry said anxiously, worried about their, especially Hermione's, reactions to the changes in him.

Hermione moved forward and gently touched his face, running her fingertips over his features as though to memorize them. "Hi…" she said gently, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Wow, mate." Said Neville, stepping forward and handing the young man a pair of trousers. "That's a drastic change."

Harry blushed realizing he was still standing there stark naked in a room full of goblins and gratefully took the clothing. "Thanks." He said and hurriedly pulled them on. With his new height, they were rather short on him. He wasn't going to lie, even to himself, he was relieved as he pulled on the trousers. While his cock was definitely affected by the changes to his body, it most certainly wasn't in a bad way. While it wasn't something he'd been concerned about going into the ritual, now that he'd seen the effects it had on his body he was more than a little relieved he'd gone up a little instead of down.

"We're going to need to get you new clothes." Said Hermione with a slight giggle.

"Yeah, I guess." He replied.

"We need to be getting on with the rest of your business Heir Black." Ragefist said, pulling the three teenagers back to the reality of the situation.

"Right." Replied Harry, nodding and pulling on his shirt which was now dangerously tight. "Let's get the rest handled. We need to be gone from here soon. We were told to be as quick as possible."

"We can do the rest relatively easy. Follow me back to my office." Ragefist said and turned to walk out of the ritual chamber.

Upon returning to Ragefist's office, the three Gryffindors took chairs opposite the older goblin.

"Now, down to the remainder of your business Heir Black." Ragefist said as he looked over some papers that hadn't been there when they left. "You stated when you came in that you needed to make withdrawals, and restrict activity on your accounts. With these new developments and the results of your blood tests would you be claiming your lordships as well?"

Looking over to the other two, he thought for a moment. "What would happen if I claim them?"

At this Neville spoke up. "You would be taking responsibility for all of your lordships, including the accounts and lands that go with them. You would also be claiming your seats on the Wizengamot, which is a mixed bag. Dumbledore would no longer have access to them but if you were to attend a meeting or trial, your identity would be made known as well as exactly what all seats you are claiming." The Longbottom Heir explained to his friend as simply as he could manage, well aware of how overwhelmed he must feel at the moment. "Ha…Co…Um" Neville stumbled with a sheepish smile. "I would recommend claiming your lordships, all of them. Do not let Dumbledore wield your political power any longer. You can also hold off on attending Wizengamot meetings until we figure some things out, most of them are just regular check-ins anyway to go over any new law proposals, though new laws will not be passed without you there as all members or their representative must be in attendance for proposals to be passed." He finished.

The newly transformed boy nodded his understanding and turned his attention back to Ragefist. "I will claim all of them."

"Very well, Heir Black. This will also emancipate you and make you a legal adult." The goblin said before laying out a rather large stack of forms and placing a quill that he was very well acquainted with on top. "This is a blood quill, it will use your own blood to sign the papers making them magically binding."

"I'm aware of what it is." He said with more than a little disgust gracing his voice. Picking up the loathed object he went to sign his name and then paused. "What name do I sign?" He asked, a note of confusion and a slight edge of pain could be heard in those few words.

"That is entirely at your discretion, whatever you wish your legal name to be. This will also affect any changes of name you wish to be made." Ragefist said.

He turned to look at Hermione questioningly. "This is your choice. I love you unconditionally no matter the name you go by. This is a choice you must make for yourself, just know that I will love you as Corvus just as much as I have as Harry." She answered the question she could see in his eyes. "A rose by any other name." She said softly, and at that, he smiled.

"I have spent far too long living the life of a dead boy. I want to be my own person, not the ghost of my cousin." He said firmly, making his decision, before turning and signing his full name as Corvus Antares Black over and over on each of the documents of lordship.

"Very well, Lord Black-Potter-Le Fey-Peverell-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw, you are officially the lord of seven houses, the most lordships one person has help since the time of Merlin." Said Ragefist, picking up the papers that had just been signed and setting them to the side.

"Wow, that is such a mouthful." Said the newly christened Corvus. "How about just Lord Black for the sake of time and ease of remembrance." He finished.

"As you wish." The goblin said with a nod. "Now on to other matters, while we were performing the ritual I had another goblin collect all of the information available on your accounts. It looks as if several people have had access to the Potter accounts over the years, namely Dumbledore who has made several large withdrawals on what seems like a fairly regular basis."

"I would like to put a stop to that immediately!" Corvus burst out. "How much has he taken from me?"

"These figures show that as of last week he had taken a total of eight hundred thousand galleons from your accounts. Not one, as that would have raised suspicion but he seems to spread his withdrawals out over several of them and sited that they were for your upbringing and care."

"I want it all back." Corvus snarled. "Every single knut that man has taken from me. Since not a single bit of it was ever actually used on me. I was left with muggles and wore my fat cousin's cast-offs and slept in a cramped cupboard under the stairs. Hell, even my first Hogwarts letter was addressed to 'Mr. H Potter, Cupboard Under The Stairs" he fumed.

Ragefist, who had smiled in vicious delight at the order to recover the stolen money, was visibly shocked by what the young man had revealed. Then the malicious smile returned even wider. "That makes this a legal matter and goes far beyond embezzlement." He said to the new Lord in front of him. "This is also a case of neglect, both physical and magical."

Corvus snorted. "I was definitely neglected but mostly by the muggles relatives I was left with."

"Ha-Corvus." Neville said, stumbling once more but recovering quickly. "This is about Dumbledore's neglect as well. No magical child is to be adopted out or fostered by muggles no matter their blood relation, especially not a magical child of the sacred twenty-eight. You should have been placed with a magical family of similar status, a noble house so that you were taught how to tend to your lordships. Dumbledore, as your self-proclaimed magical guardian was to see to this. Actually, he never should have been your magical guardian to begin with because he is not a noble in his own right. He only sits on the Wizengamot with your seats as regent and proxy, which with this information, he has done illegally." Turning to Ragefist, Neville asked angrily, though his ire was not directed at the goblin. "How has this happened? This should have been caught and not allowed to continue! This is tantamount to line theft!"

"Exactly." Said Ragefist, an utterly vicious look in his eye. "Dumbledore's list of crimes seems to grow longer and longer the more information that is given. I will personally investigate this matter and see that it is made right and he is charged. Lord Black, would you provide me with your memories. I know this is quite a lot to ask but it will aid in getting your losses returned as well as support the charges I plan to lay at that meddlesome old fool's feet."

Corvus froze for a moment then nodded warily. "What memories will you need?" he asked.

"I hate to point a spotlight on this, especially as you've just rid yourself of the physical reminders but I saw the scars before you entered the pool. I know abuse when I see it. I will need all of the memories of your abuse, every single act of cruelty the ones Dumbledore left you with inflicted upon you." Ragefist answered and for the first time, he sounded regretful, as though he truly did hate to force the young man to remember his worst moments.

"If it will help take that man down and keep my family safe then yes." Corvus answered. "How do I give them to you?"

Ragefist stood at his agreement and walked to a cabinet and pulled out a pensive, bringing it to sit on his desk out of the way of all the papers yet to handle. "Just put the tip of your wand against your temple and think of the memory and then gently pull your wand away and drop the memory into the pensive."

"Mate." Called out Neville as the other young man stood to do as instructed. "Might want to include memories of all the dangers you have faced at Hogwarts while you're at it. That definitely has to prove him unfit for the post of headmaster at least."

With a nod of agreement, he began transferring memories into the pensive. It took much longer than anyone was expecting, the silvery strands of memory seeming to be unending. Finally about fifteen minutes of Corvus adding memory after memory into the stone bowl, he put away his wand and returned to his seat.

No one commented on just how many horrible memories he had to give. No one mentioned the feelings of horror at what could have possibly been happening to this boy at the hands of his muggle relatives.