Disclaimer: If you can recognize it, I do not own it. I make no promises of frequent updates because I despise editing. I am trying to get better and using Grammarly but there will be some mistakes. I apologize for that. I hope you enjoy the story. For some information, this is just before fifth year.

Harry was one moment in his room relaxing as best he could with everything that had happened in the year previous, the next moment he was on the floor of a room he did not recognize, the familiar pull of a portkey tugging at his stomach. Without hesitation, he pulled his wand and prepared to fight, crouching low to avoid any hexes as he looked around quickly.

There were no wands pointed at him, instead, an older man watching, clapping slightly mockingly at his reaction. "Quickly done. Your grandfather would have already hexed us by now," an old man stated.

"Who the hell are you," Harry demanded before seeing the goblins. Was he at Gringotts? He had not even touched anything, how could he have been brought here by a portkey?

The man did not answer, instead, he just barked an order. "Wand away boy."

There was no chance of him lowering his wand though if he was at Gringotts, having his wand out could be dangerous. Goblins weren't known to like wands being pulled in their establishment but he would take the risk. He did not know this man or how he got here. He was not putting his wand away just because some stranger ordered it. "Sorry but last time I was spirited away against my will I ended up dueling Voldemort. I think it will stay in my hand."

If anything, that decision impressed the man who decided that the boy might have a decent head on his shoulders, for a Gryffindor. "Good decision. I am Lord Arcturus of the House of Black," He stated. "the first cousin of Dorea Black married to Charlus Potter, your grandparents."

Harry's eyes widened seeing the crest on the man's hand. Knowing little of the families but he had recognized the black crest. He had not even known his grandparent's names so the last part of that could be a lie for all he knew. Then again, he suspected that the man would likely assume he would know that information so it would be foolish to lie about it. "That would make you my what, great uncle," Harry asked.

"Yes, where is your heir ring?" He was not going to waste his time. He wanted answers and he was going to get them.

Harry blinked at him confused, wand still ready in case this was still a trick though it was becoming less likely that there would be an attack. "What are you talking about?"

"Your heir ring. You're the last of the Potter family. You should have on your heir ring and on your birthday in three weeks you should be wearing the head of the family ring. Why do you not have it on? It should never leave your hand."

"What heir ring," Harry demanded not understanding what the man seemed to be saying. He was angry over this ring clearly but Harry had no idea what he was talking about. "Heir to what."

Arcturus could not believe that the boy did not understand what he was saying. How could he not know he was the family heir. "Do you know nothing of your heritage, you are Charlus Potters grandson."

"No I know absolutely nothing of my heritage, for example, my grandfather's name," Harry admitted causing him to look shocked. Could the child really not even know his grandfather's name? What would possess them to leave him so ignorant of the world he came from? "But just because you claim familial relations why should I trust you?"

"I swear on my family name, my magic, my life, and honor that I do not wish any harm to Heir Potter, grandson of the House Black, heir presumptive of House Potter, I am here as head of the house Black, a family in which Heir Potter belongs due to his grandmother in order to question his upbringing and his connection to the ancient and nobles and educate him on his family responsibilities so I have sworn so mote it be."

Harry put away his wand knowing that as magic approved his statement he could not have been lying. "Sorry sir, but you can't be too careful."

He had no time for useless and unnecessary apologies. "Now that that nonsense is finished, why don't you wear your family rings. You are the heir presumptive of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter."

"I didn't know my family had rings," Harry admitted.

"How can you not know," He demanded angrily.

Harry flinched slightly at the angry shout. "No one ever told me," Harry returned defensively. "I know nothing about my family. My mom had green eyes. My dad messy hair. Dad was a prankster who played quidditch and was head boy. Mum was muggle-born, smart, top of her class, and head girl. That is it."

"You are telling me you know nothing about your family. Your grandparents. Dorea, Charlus. The families standing in the wizarding world. There titles?"

"No I don't know anything," Harry returned. "Didn't know their names until you mentioned them. My parents died when I was too young to find out."

That was no excuse to not know. He had been in Hogwarts for four years now, He had plenty of opportunities to research them on his own. "Why the hell did you not ask then? Find out for yourself. Are you so lazy you could not even go to the library? Do you not care about where you're from?"

Harry glared at him, his magic sparking unknowingly. He didn't like this man making demands of him and judging him like this. It was not as if he had not tried to find out. He just couldn't. "I have tried. I have asked everyone who 'claimed to know my parents' about my family. I asked about my family because I heard it was an old family and got nothing. I am a muggle raised. Never even knew of magic so the only people I could ask were at Hogwarts and no one will tell me a damn thing. I looked for books in the library because I've seen some about other families but mine is not there. So yeah, I assumed my family was not an important one. How am I to know if no one will help me? I have no one to ask. Of course, I care about where I am from however no one even with all my prodding has ever mentioned anything about an ancient and noble family."

Arcturus was left dumbstruck. "You have not been told anything at all?"

"No."

"Who is your magical guardian with my idiot grandson on the run?"

"Magical what," Harry asked confused. Nothing he seemed to be saying made any sense to him.

"Magical guardian, every wizarding child gets a magical guardian, a guide in the magical world. Normally a child's parents. Muggle-born or raised kids, orphans get one from Hogwarts. They should have brought you to the bank to take your rings when you first got your letter if you were raised muggle."

While that made a lot of sense, it never happened for him. "Hagrid took me to get my school supplies before the first year," Harry admitted.

Arcturus swore he could not have heard right. They would not be that incompetent to send Hagrid for an introduction to an Ancient and Noble heir. "Hagrid, the half-giant," Arcturus demanded, "The groundskeeper."

Harry did not appreciate any attack on his friend and instantly went on the defencive. "Hagrid is..."

"Not qualified to do an introduction to the magical world and was not a teacher at the time," Arcturus stated. "You are saying before your letter you did not know of magic?"

"No," Harry said since it was no secret.

"Then you should have had a proper escort. A professor suited to explaining the intricacies of your family. Seeing as Dumbledore hid you away with muggles of all people, it was his duty to make sure you were prepared for your inheritance. You're of an ancient and noble family, two lines. Potter and Black. You are the eldest following the heir of the ancient house of Black, the final member of the house of Potter. You should have been raised with the knowledge of your family's position in our society. Raised as a proper heir. Muggles. You were left to Muggles." Harry couldn't say anything about that, he wasn't exactly wrong. Arcturus took a calming breath. His frustration leaking through his cold mask. "What do you know of the ancient families?"

"Very little," Harry admitted. "I know the wizarding world has a family hierarchy. The oldest families are the most powerful. I know a couple of the names of ancient families but it is not spoken about in school. The Black family. I think The Scamanders...um Notts. Don't know any others. There isn't a lot of available information and the families don't usually step in. Binns doesn't talk about it in history and no one else mentions them. It's like a taboo topic. That's also what my family feels like. No one will say anything.'

This was going to be far from simple. He had not expected the boy to know next to nothing. "13 ancient families are remaining though only 12 of them continue to hold there titles. Each family tends to be known for a specific branch of magic. The ancient families have the ultimate say in the government but they have not stepped in since The Grindelwald war since many of our numbers were wiped out. More lost to that upstart half-blooded dark lord that killed your parents and grandparents. Each family has there own specific magic that is partial to them. The Potters are known as the house of warriors since they are strong in battle magic. Blacks are the house of blood magics. You should have been raised knowing your place in society. You are ignorant of your family. You dress like a muggle."

"I live in the muggle world which you kidnapped me from," Harry returned coldly. Which brought him back to something he should have demanded an answer to earlier. "How did you even get me here? It felt like a portkey but I was not holding anything that it could be."

"I called upon the family magic and a Gringotts portkey based on your magical signature," he said not at all bothered by how strange that sounded. "As you are descended from my line. It is allowed. Only to bring you onto Gringotts land, however."

Harry did not like that he was capable of that but if it could only bring him to Gringotts it was not as bad as he feared. Still, he did not know if the man was being truthful. "Why exactly am I here."

"Because you are the grandson of my cousin, my favorite cousin at that," He returned. "It is time you learn your place and step up as the heir they deserve. I had expected to have to teach you some of the forms of magic they knew in order to help you deal with this irritant of a dark lord however clearly you need to be schooled in your place."

"Why you?"

"Because I owe a debt to Charlus and I dislike being in debt."

Harry still wasn't sure how he should be reacting to this. "Why should I trust someone I dont know to have my best interests in mind? For that matter, why would I go with you to begin with?"

Maybe the boy would not be entirely useless. "I will give an oath. Really boy, at this point in time, what do you have to lose? You are currently stuck in the muggle world are you not? How is that going to help you stay alive? Clearly, Dumbledore is of no help. He couldn't even be bothered to tell you that you are an heir."

Harry could not deny that. The man would have a lot to answer for next time they met up. Harry hated being used and manipulated. Either Arcturus was the most skilled liar he had ever met, or Dumbledore left him ignorant. He was leaning towards the latter and he did not appreciate that. "I want oaths and I expect the Goblins are neutral. I want them to confirm what you are saying about my family. I won't trust anyone at there word. Not anymore."

Arcturus just smiled darkly. Charlus and Dorea would approve.