The Death's Raven Chapter-1

The Strange Letter.

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Summary-Harry Potter has just entered the Wizarding World, but why is he hearing the name 'Peverell' so often? What is his relationship with the 'Peverell?' Is it greater than the relationship of Descendant and Ancestor? Perhaps. (Rewrite Of 'The Sole Heir Of Peverell's') -Fanon1

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"You do not find a happy life, you make it yourself."


Wool's Orphanage was a perfectly normal place. Normal children could be seen playing around happily even though they had lost their parents at such young ages. There was no need for extra funds, as there were several generous people who gave donations to fund the place. The kids varied between the ages of 2 to 15.

The director of the Orphanage did his best to educate the children so that their futures did not linger in the dark. Overall, a perfectly normal orphanage that did not lack any resources.

But, the kid living in Room Number 13 was not normal. The kid, who was more like a man, had silky raven hairs, pale skin, and bright emerald-green orbs. He was ten, almost eleven years old, but was significantly tall for his age, had a lean body that indicated a lot of physical activity, and was an upcoming prodigy. Now, you would ask what was not normal with him?

Being a genius was not a problem! The problem lay in the fact was that the kid was overly genius, and currently, going through a book on 'Quantum Physics.' You would assume it is a joke, right? But no! It was not a joke. At the age of eleven, he was planning to go to University, at the age of 4, he had started skipping classes, and was currently so advanced that he was bored with his reading material.

Another proof of his abnormality was, that he could levitate things on his will, converse with snakes, and sometimes when he was angry, he could change the color of his teacher's hair.

He was kind-hearted if a little antisocial and introverted. He was like an elder brother to the whole orphanage.

He had helped the Orphanage many times by winning various Martial Arts tournaments, some Quiz competitions, and many more, so he had a solid reputation.

Being a very pragmatic kid, he preferred logical thinking, but could come across as quite rude at times, and was usually bored. Everything came easy to him, and 'when everything comes easy it is boring' as quoted.

A voice interrupted him from the book he was reading, the voice came from his window, he stood around to see a beautiful Barn Owl with a letter in its mouth. He opened the window and began reading it.

Mr. H. J. Potter,

Yup, that was his name, Harry James Potter.

Room 13,
Wool's Orphanage,
London

This was his address before moving to University. He took out the paper there and began reading it, which had been written in very elegant writing.

Dear Mister Potter,

We have been delighted to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He stopped reading after the first line; Who the hell would send him a Joke letter? He took the letter and tore it into pieces, and continued reading his book.

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Minerva McGonagall was a woman in her mid-fifties. She was teaching at Hogwarts as a Transfiguration teacher, a difficult branch of Magic. She was also the Deputy Headmistress, so sending letters to the new students which were accepted into Hogwarts was her work too. All the letters had been replied, leaving muggle-borns, except one, Harry James Potter.

Everybody knew the history of the relationship between Minerva McGonagall and James Potter. She considered James to be her son in all but blood and was inconsolable when she heard about the death of James and Lily Potter, her two favorite students, and she graciously wrote the letter of Harry James Potter, so here she was, at the address mentioned in the letter to personally look for The Potter Child, in front of Wool's Orphanage.

She entered the gates of the Orphanage and saw the large fields in front of the big Orphanage, which were enough for a person to play. She entered the very large Orphanage, she noted. A cloth woman came into her vision, and as soon as she saw her, she greeted her with a smile, "I am Sister Helena, who are you? And what is the purpose of your visit?

"I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Sister Helena, and I am here for Harry James Potter as he has been accepted into our school. His name has been registered there by his parents since birth." She said, greeting her with the same smile. She decided not to give much information about Hogwarts and keep it confidential.

Helena's face brightened at the mere mention of the child, "Come, come! I would take you to his room." She said, gesturing towards the hallway. This gave McGonagall a good feeling that Harry was a good boy.

A moment of silence passed between them when McGonagall decided to gain more information about Harry for the upcoming interaction between them, "Sister Helena, do you mind telling how Harry is? Like his behavior or something?" She questioned in an attempt to know more about Harry.

The sister immediately beamed with pride, "He is a very bright child and kind-hearted child, though he could be rude at times, he is absolutely a genius in studies." She told the Scottish Professor.

"I see..."

Soon, they arrived outside room 13, and Minerva took a deep breath, for the upcoming confrontation, "I would leave you alone." Sister Helena stated as she left. Taking another deep breath, McGonagall opened the door, she saw the same messy hair, a child laying on the floor reading a book.

He looked like a replica of James Potter, she coughed to make her presence known. The boy turned around, stood up, and adjusted himself.

He said in a soft voice, "Yes?" She was on the verge of tears as many bittersweet memories swam to the forefront of her mind when she looked at the child, but quickly composed herself.

"Mister Potter, I am Professor McGonagall., I am here because you did not respond to our letter."

The boy looked confused, "Which letter? Oxford? Cambridge? Considering you are a professor, so you are some teacher in a University," He asked with confusion clear in his eyes.

She frowned slightly at the boy's behavior, before pulling out the acceptance letter she had brought with her. She gave the letter to the boy and glanced at it before speaking, "So, you are the one who is sending that joke letter!" He said flatly.

McGonagall's frown deepened at the boy's statement, "Mister Potter, this is no joke," She said in a serious tone.

The boy's face went blank, "How is this not a joke? Anything but Wizardry? Don't tell me children's stories!" He told her, pushing her to speak.

McGonagall simply sighed, and took out something stick-like, Harry took his fighting stance, ready to pounce at her if she attacked him. She waved the stick pointing to the study desk, muttering something under her breath, and a second later, the small desk turned into a large Mahogany study desk.

Harry's eyes widened from shock, he turned around to see her smiling, he nodded to her, "You have my attention!"

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An hour later, Harry found himself walking out of the Orphanage, his conversation with McGonagall was eye-opening.

Firstly, a hidden magical world existed. He came to know that both of his parents were magical and he was a half-blood, with his father a Pureblood, and his mother being a Muggleborn.

A Pureblood wizard was someone whose ancestry claimed having no Muggles and Muggleborns in their family tree. A half-blood referred to someone who has a Pureblood parent, and a Muggle or Muggleborn. Half of the Wizarding population was a half-blood. And lastly, Muggleborns were those who are born from muggles, a term for a non-magical person.

Harry considered it as stupid and nonsense. but he was determined to learn more about Wizarding World.

After leaving the Orphanage, McGonagall asked for his hand, firstly he thought she was being a pedophile, but then she told him they were going to Apparate, a means of transport for the Wizarding world.

As soon as he gave her his hand, he felt it being forcefully shoved inside a tube, and then the next moment, he barely managed to stop the urge to the vomiting, and.

In the next instant, they were in a different place.

They entered the pub named The Leaky Cauldron. Harry could bet that only magical could see the pub. There was a bar and many people were drinking and smoking. Ignoring everything going around, they arrived in front of Brick Wall, and she began to tap at it with her wand.

The bricks began to move into a circular entrance giving Harry his first look at Diagon Alley. People wearing colorful robes with pointy hats on their heads were walking without a single care of the rest of the world.

After reading the list, Harry realized that he needed money, McGonagall told them that they were going to Gringotts, the equivalent of a bank in the wizarding world. His family was one of the richest families in the country according to Professor McGonagall.

They arrived at Gringotts and it was massive, to say the least. The whole building was covered with white marble and had large and intimidating doors. Besides the door, two very short creatures were guarding the entrance. They had pale skin and a long hooked nose. They had unusually long fingers which were wrapped around a very sharp ax.

These were Goblins. As far as the Professor told him, or more like warned him, a warrior-like race which was fond of gold and riches, but short-tempered. Whilst the sore relationship between them and wizards was shaky at best, they were the ones who managed the whole banking system of Wizarding World, and had a lot of freedom in doing so.

Inside the bank, there were several green goblins wearing spectacles and doing paperwork. As they reached the center goblin sitting on a large throne. He was old and his face was more wrinkly and scruffy than those he had seen at the back.

The voice of guide- wait, guide? Never mind- broke his thoughts., She said something about withdrawal which he ignored. He just wanted some money to buy the required materials and books.

The Goblin's voice was surprisingly deep, "But, Mister Potter needs to take an inheritance test."

With the look she gave to Goblin, Harry concluded that she already knew it, she sighed in relief, "Very well... Mister Potter, please follow Chief Ragnok, for the inheritance test."

Shrugging his shoulders, he followed the goblin without a second thought. They entered a large room outside the Director's Cabin and moved along with the old chief. The room itself was a wonder, from outside the chamber looked rather small, when they entered it had vast shelves housing files. He moved along, the Goblin gestured him to sit which he did.

The Goblin took out a piece of paper and gave him a dagger, to cut himself so that some blood could be spilled on the parchment, the Goblin assured him that the wound would heal immediately and no blood would be taken. Not that he minded if his blood dropped. As soon as the parchment was covered with blood it started glowing gold.

Familial Relations:

Name- Harry James Potter

Parents- James Charlus Potter and Lily Marie Potter née Evans

Godfather- Sirius Orion Black

Lineage:

Most Ancient and Noble House Of Potter

Most Ancient and Noble House Of Black

Most Ancient and Noble House Of Peverell

Magical Abilities:

Natural Occlumency

Parseltongue

Wandless Magic

Ignoring the first section of the parchment, the section of Status, he directly came to the second and third section, he looked up to Goblin for the explanation. Ragnok explained to him about Ancient and Noble Houses, the other two being exempt, the House Of Peverell attracted his attention a lot.

Ragnok explained about the Houses. It was pretty weird for him to have so much money, and be a member of not only a Noble but also an Ancient House. Ragnok gave him three rings of Potter, Peverell, and Black.

The Potter ring was made up of Gold and Silver, with pure red ruby on the top. It had some small initials in Latin 'Natus Vincere.' Being fluent in the language, Harry was quickly able to comprehend that it was written 'Born To Conquer.'

As he entered the ring, a familiar feeling delved inside his body, he felt a weird hot sensation, but it was suppressed by the rest of the magic.

He took another ring, it was very dark, its body was made from purple and black metal, with an Amethyst on the top. As he wore that ring, he felt a little dark, and grumpy, the feeling was frequent yet very slow. It also had some Latin initials carved 'Toujours Pur.' Again, he was able to read it, it was 'Always Pure.'

Then, he came to the last ring, it was silver, and grey, with one triangle which had a circle touching the Triangle's border, and a perpendicular line going through its greatest angle's opposite. Same as the other two it had some initials too, they were 'Novissima Autem Inimica Destruetur Mors:', which was Translated to 'The Last Enemy To Be Destroyed Is Death.'

As Harry slipped the ring that he was the most intriguing to him, he felt a familiar feeling rushing through his entire body, he felt power coursing through his veins, primal and feral, like liquid magma running through his veins. It was Freedom

By the end of the whole scenario, he realized that he had been sweating and panting furiously. Ragnok congratulated him on something along the lines of, 'Heir Harry James Potter-Peverell-Black,' which annoyed him due to its length. But he did love the sound of Heir Peverell.

The rings disappeared, much to his shock. Ragnok told him that they would remain invisible until he wanted them visible

"Now, can you please give me my damn money!" He yelled, annoyed. The Goblin chuckled at him and gave him some pouch. He explained that this was a 'Moleskin Pouch.' It was directly connected to his trust vault, and he could take as much money as he wanted. He thanked him and left.

He came back to the main corridor, only to found McGonagall who now had a small pouch on her waist, but Harry decided to ignore it,

They re-entered the Alley for their school supplies. The next two hours were spent wandering from one shop to another for the school supplies. They brought potion supplies which was a rather smelly shop, so he decided to come and check later for more supplies of other years. He also was going back to Flourish Blotts, as these would be finished in a day or two.

The Trunk Shop was where he was going to come back to later, to take a look at more advanced trunks. The only two places left

The pet shop was owned by a lady with silver hair and baby blue eyes. She was aged and had various scratch marks on her skin. The shop was very small but was completely packed with animals. There were toads, cats, a hawk, and various owls.

"Caw!"

Harry heard a sound from the back of the shop, it was dark at the end of the shop, he moved around and began exploring the place, searching for the source of the noise. Losing the track of path, he looked around, only to hear it again.

"Caw!"

He went deeper inside the shop, where a large Raven was perched on the wall. Usually, a Raven is 21 to 26 inches in size with its wingspan from 115 to 150 centimeters. But it was like 30 inches, though it looked young, with its wingspan from 175 to 190 centimeters. Its whole body was inky, with black eyes, but this was not that weird, the weird thing was that he felt a connection to that Raven, like they were the same.

A voice broke his thoughts, "If I were you I would not go around her, lad. She has got a wicked temper and a very sharp beak to boot at that."

He turned around to find the shop owner. "Would you give me her outside?" He asked the Lady.

The lady looked skeptical, she narrowed her eyes slightly, before speaking, "It is up to you, the previous who touched her almost lost his fingers.."

As she finished her sentence, Harry opened the cage, and took out the bird, running his fingers through her soft feathers, as she trilled in delight. The woman looked shocked, but as soon as she tried to touch the bird, she almost lost her fingers to the raven, "Bloody Bird!" She exclaimed, "Five galleons with a cage, and she is yours, lad!" She said in relief...

Harry bargained, "Three galleons but without the cage." The owner looked at him with caution before nodding. Harry handed her three galleons and they soon exited the shop with the professor. The Scottish Professor was waiting outside for the child, she raised an eyebrow when he saw the boy coming with a Raven.

"Very odd choice, you have Mister Potter. What is his name?" She commented when the child came near to her. He merely shrugged and nodded.

"She is a female Professor, and I was thinking of calling her Mavis, do you like that name?" He asked the last to the Raven, which rubbed her head affectionately and trilled, which Harry took the sign that she liked her name.

McGonagall stopped, before saying, "Well, Mister Potter, I need to do some school work, but your wand is left, so I was hoping that you could take it by yourself." The Professor stated calculatedly.

Harry nodded, "I would do that, Professor, that is not a problem." Internally he was screaming with joy, that he could have some free time alone so that he could do some of his shopping, the extra one.

"Very well, but where would you stay? Would you go back to the Orphanage? Or would you stay in the Leaky Cauldron?" She asked skeptically.

"I would take a room in the Leaky Cauldron, Thanks!" He nodded, whilst petting Mavis. "Good day to you, Mister Potter." She said before she Apparated away.

Hadrian decided to take the wand first, and revisit the Alley the next morning, so he went to Ollivanders which were supposedly makers of the finest wands since 382 B.C.

He entered the shop, the shop was very old and dusty, there were large old shelves, and suddenly he heard Mavis squawking. He turned around to see a man, creeping him out!

The man was very old, with shoulder-length curly grey hairs, and a very wrinkled face. His hands were boney and his eyes were milky blue, which made him wonder if he was blind. He was proved wrong when he decided to pet Mavis but barely managed to bite. Mavis was continuously sitting on his shoulder after McGonagall had gone.

"She is a very smart bird, Mister Potter." His eyes rose when he heard his name from the man's mouth.

"So, you know, who am I?" Harry asked the man. The man chuckled at his vague curiosity.

"I remember every wand, I have sold Mister Potter, including your parents' wand too..." Harry's eyebrows rose significantly, I mean, it was not every day we met a man who remembered everything he had sold.

"Okay, so I need to select a wand." The man while going to the counter, answered, "Mister Potter, you do not choose a wand, but a wand chooses you!" Harry found himself nodding in understanding.

"I see...So if no wand accepts you, then you won't get one."

"Hmm, you won't get one? I believe not, there must be a wand that would choose you, but there has yet to be a spell capable of matching a wizard and a wand."

Ollivander departed to take several boxes, as he ended those. Over an hour, they tried different wands for him, some felt too hot, some felt too cold, and some jumped out of its hand. During this time, the giddiness of Ollivander increased immensely, and Harry became annoyed immensely.

"Well, Mister Potter, it has not happened to me in years, but I wonder..."

His sentence was trailed off, as Mavis flew from Harry's shoulder, its perch, and went deep inside the shop, "Caw!"

Ollivander gave Harry a questioning look who merely shrugged. Ollivander went inside the shop following Mavis, it was a few minutes later, when Ollivander came with a box, with Mavis perched upon it.

There was a look of surprise and confusion on Ollivander's face, as Harry managed to judge it, Mavis flew, and once again, perched upon his shoulder Ollivander came with a Dark Wooden Box.

There was a Horse-like creature with wings engraved in the box. Then, there was the symbol that Harry recognized, it was the same symbol that happened to be engraved in his Heirship ring of House Of Peverell. Then the same words, 'The Last Enemy To Be Destroyed Is Death.'

Ollivander started to mutter something, which Harry ignored, he opened the box gingerly, there was long wood, with a cluster of ElderBerries running down its length.

He took out the wand, ignoring Ollivander, a warm feeling began flooding inside his body, he felt a part of him had been reattached, the tip of the wand glowed brightly, bright enough to make anyone blind, they both had to cover their eyes.

"DEATH!"

A loud, obnoxious voice shrieked inside his head. The voice was so loud that it caused Harry to fall on his knees. Harry covered both of his ears with his hands and waited for the voice to stop. The voice finally stopped and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, when Harry was back from the pool of his thoughts, he found himself panting, and sweat pouring down his body. He looked up to Ollivander, the Old Wandmaker had a disbelieving look, he muttered, "15 inches, Elder Wood, The tail hair of Thestral...the only wand here which is not manufactured by my family."

"So, who made this?" He asked when he listened to Ollivander out of curiosity. Ollivander smirked at him, "This," He started, "Mister Potter, is something you would have to find out."

Nodding to himself, Harry asked the price, "So, how much do I have to pay you?" He asked the Old Man. Ollivander laughed, "You don't have to pay me anything, my child, but...I strongly advise you to learn the art of Occlumency."

Harry wanted to tell the man that he is natural in that art but decided to leave, "Is there any particular equipment to keep Wand?"

The Old man smiled, "Yes, there are Wand Holsters, would you like one?" Getting a nod as the answer, the man went back to shop, he came with A Pure Black Wand Holster, "This is a Wand Holster made from Hebridean Black's hide, it would be five galleons."

Harry gave him the asked Galleons and began retrieving from the shop, at the back of the shop, he was not able to see Ollivander's amused face, "My, My Mister Potter, in my whole career as a wandmaker, I never had expected anyone to be chosen by that wand. I can only expect great things from you...great things..."

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Harry checked in a room in the Leaky Cauldron. The next day, he ate breakfast, he also asked for some meat for Mavis, he took out his tapped the bricks, opening the entrance to Leaky Cauldron, with Mavis perched on his shoulder. Today, he needed to do some of his shoppings.

He, firstly, went to the Trunk shop, where he had brought that trunk, he was going to look for some more advanced ones, he entered the shop, the same man was sitting on the counter, he was quite young from most of the people, Harry had seen in Diagon Alley, that man had short brown hair, and with average built and grey eyes.

Harry observed that the man's grin widened when he saw the Moleskin pouch with Harry, he also noticed the Raven which was sitting on his shoulder but ignored it.

"Do you need any help?" The man asked. Harry looked up, "Ah, yes I was looking for a new trunk, but I know very little about it." Harry replied to the man.

"There are five different classes of Trunk." Showing his clueless face Harry asked the shopkeeper, "Can you please elaborate?"

"Of course, Class 1 is just a normal, average trunk with a feather-weight charm, which makes it quite easier to carry, then Class 2 has also a minor expansion charm which gives some extra space. Class 3 has three different compartments inside the trunk, which could only be unlocked by a key. Class 4 comes with an actual-sized room, adding the three others, you would have four spaces. The last, Class 5 has seven compartments, all full-sized rooms, with an optional Statis room, for potion ingredients of course. It also has the strongest security system, and you would be able to set a different password for different rooms."

He looked at the class 5 trunk, it was made from Mahogany wood, with steelwork in its border, and it was also beautifully carved. "How much for Class five?" He asked the Shop Owner.

That man did some mental calculation before saying, "The trunk is 675 galleons, but if you give us more 225 galleons, we would be able to add furniture and the utensils, plus the Password to enter could be set by you."

Nodding to himself, "Add the extra charms, I need a Bedroom, Potion Lab, A Magical training room, a study, a Library, a Statis Room, and would I be allowed to do magic outside the school?"

"As long as you're inside the Trunk, you can do it since the protection charms would protect you tell me your name for the order, and it shall be done by the evening."

"Harry Potter, I would take the trunk in the evening." As he left the shop, Mavis flew up to his head, whilst making a cawing sound, garnering a lot of attention.

Harry found himself in Flourish and Blotts for books, he purchased the books from Grade 2 to Grade 7, leaving Grade 1 as he already had those. He also found a book known as Ancient Runes: The Language Of Magic, since it was a set of four books written on it by the same writer, he brought all of them.

He found a book, 'Arithmancy,' which also had four parts. He took them, looking for books on Occlumency. He found the book 'Occlumency: Organising And Protecting Mind.' There were three parts to that book from 'Beginner to Intermediate to Expert.' There was also its counterpart 'Legilimency: Learning And Reading Thoughts.' It also had three parts. He had brought all that he needed.

There was also a section on a boy named 'Neville Longbottom,' from which he picked a single book. As he entered the counter, he saw the bemused face of the owner, "You do know that these will cost a lot?" She asked him with concern.

Shrugging his shoulders, he questioned her, "How much will this all cost?"

"They will cost you 769 galleons and 16 sickles!" She told him, Harry just took out 770 Galleons and paid the amount. He then brought some extra potion ingredients from the apothecary before returning to the Leaky Cauldron Apothecary was his next stop from which he purchased extra Potion ingredients.

Finally, his shopping was over!


Author's Note- We are done with the Diagon Alley scene. The next chapter would feature the train ride and the sorting.

There is a major change in the next chapter, so please do read it carefully. Please Do Review how much you liked this version.

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