Burn to flame and reborn from Ashes

by Luin-Gwilwileth

Harry who got blind by the 'Light', Got betrayed because of the Albus Dumbledore, Got played perfectly like a Puppet.. He was Furious... He want revenge for those people but How? Easy! He is Master of Death... Harry who know his Heritance and power decided to go back into his 8 Years old along with his Future Knowledge and this time he decided to play a Game with Albus Dumbledore

1. Chapter 1: Betrayal

Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived, Hero of the Wizarding World, Master of Death. He was loyal to his friends. He would even sacrifice his life to save his friends. He died to save the Wizarding World, but at what cost? After the war with Voldemort, Harry felt like half of his soul had left his body. Sadness and grief followed him like a cloud wherever he went. Every night he slept, he would dream about a crimson eye in his mind, infiltrating his nightmares. Was any of what he had done worth it in the end? All the bloodshed, the needless death, the Horcruxes… was any of it necessary to save the world? These questions kept swirling around his head, unanswered. One day, all of those questions were laid to rest when the Lord Goblin, Ragnarok, sent him an owl about his inheritance in Gringotts.

Harry was furious. He had been blinded by the allure of the Light. Had been betrayed by Albus Dumbledore. Had been played perfectly like a puppet. He wanted revenge. How? Well, that part was easy. He, Harry Potter, is Master of Death. Armed with his inheritance and his powers, Harry decided to go back in time to when he was 8 years old. This time he knew his future. This time, he could play games with Albus Dumbledore. The Wizarding world doesn't know what they're about to face. Be wary. The Last Dragon rises, and will watch the world burn for the chance to build it anew. He has a vision of a new society that rises from the ashes, and will stop at nothing to see it done. Harry Potter / Tom Riddle A Time Travel Fix it Fic

Harry Potter knows he has a temper that became clear after the war with Voldemort. He was angry when his friends got hurt,and he was angry when that snake dared to besmirch the memory of his parents, but now he is furious.

The source of this anger began when he got a letter from Gringotts, It was already a few months after the war, Harry is 18 years old, and he can sense something in his soul is missing. His magic is in agony, he can feel it. It feels like half of his soul has been taken away. At first, he had thought it was survivor's guilt since so many had died in the war fighting Voldemort, but that doesn't really seem to be the issue, at least not the whole one.

Harry drifted around aimlessly, with no real purpose, mostly living in 12 Grimmauld Place or in the Burrow, though he rarely went to the Burrow except when he felt up to accepting one of the Weasleys' many invitations. Harry generally spent his days in the Black Library. Even though he'd never been much of a reader, after the war it was one of the few things he could do that didn't instantly remind him of those he'd lost. The Black family library was legendary amongst the pureblood families of Wizarding Britain, and for good reason. There was nothing that one could not find hidden in its towering dusty shelves.

During one of Harry's periods of introspection as he's curled up in one of the library's armchairs, he comes to the realization that he doesn't love Ginny anymore. For the first month after the war, they'd tried , but it was like neither of them knew how to return to the people they'd been, the ones who had fit so perfectly with each other back in fifth year. It was as if, with the removal of Voldemort's Horcrux, the puzzle piece that was Harry had lost one of its connections, and he and Ginny had realized that they belonged to totally different puzzles now. This was about the time when Harry started avoiding social interaction, when he started to sink deeper and deeper into himself, and started to spend most of his waking hours in the library at 12 Grimmauld sleep is restless, disturbed by dreams of the fallen, of Tonks, of Lupin, of Lavender Brown, and of Colin Creevey. He may not have liked Colin in life, but he was a child. Children should never be involved in war, not even Chosen over the parade of death and madness in his nightmares, suspended in the dust-choked sky above the Battle of Hogwarts, a crimson eye always gleams, looking all too familiar from that night in the woods. It enrages Harry that even as the others fade from his dreams, turning into wisps as their features get more and more blurred with memory, the crimson eye of Lord Voldemort glows ever brighter over the hellish landscape. He is gone– dead and gone– like all of the others, and yet he remains. Tortured by his dreams and spending all of his waking hours in the Black family library, the world spins around, but Harry stays still, not allowing himself to move forwards in time.

One day, Harry hears a faint tapping on the window from his armchair in the library– itself an unusual occurrence, since he hardly ever gets letters anymore, his friends moving on without him. He rises wearily from his seat, with the weight of one who has carried the world on his shoulders, and opens the window to allow the owl entry. Snatching the letter from the owl, he looks at the envelope.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank

614 Diagon Alley, London, UK

Urgent Mail

Harry raises an eyebrow, all sleepiness gone. Well, this should prove interesting , he thought to himself as he sank onto the nearest couch, already opening the envelope.

XXXXX

Harry scanned the letter from Gringotts again, just to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Judging from the contents, it was quite the emergency.

Dear Lord H.J. Potter,

We at Gringotts would like to sincerely apologize to you for our unacceptable handling of your accounts and our failure at guarding your account from thieves.

More information will be forthcoming if you come to sort everything out with us in person. This would be our preferred method of communication, as it is both confidential and allows us to quickly eliminate any misunderstandings. We are adding this letter to your account statement from last year.

We request your presence in our bank at the earliest convenience.

May your gold always grow and your magic f low.

Head Goblin of Gringotts Bank Diagon Alley branch ,

Lord Ragnarok

Harry sighed. It wasn't like he had anything else he was doing, so he pulled his invisibility cloak on and Apparated to Diagon Alley with a sharp crack. Without further ado, Harry strode to the large bank that towered over the rest of the alley. As he rushed along, he started having second thoughts. It was hard to believe that the Gringotts goblins wouldn't be hostile towards him after he'd punched a large hole through their roof. Harry supposed technically it was the dragon who'd punched the hole through the roof, but he didn't think the goblins would appreciate such technicalities. He pulled the cloak tighter around him, acutely thankful for his invisibility. Despite having totally faded from the public eye, he still attracted gawkers whenever he wasn't invisible. This had not been helped by his decision to break up with Ginny- they'd been hailed as each others' "true love" in the newspapers after the war, and news of their separation had been a field day for those same newspapers. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry goes up the steps into Gringotts, pausing only for a moment to appreciate the imposing facade that had so awed him seven years earlier. As he stepped into the lobby, he pulled off his invisibility cloak theatrically, feeling slightly silly when he realized that the only people there were the goblins. It appeared that today was not a particularly busy day for Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Harry walked over to the teller and showed him the letter. In a flash, the teller guides him over to a nearby office and tells him to have a seat on the sofa. Besides the sofa, the office has an elegant leather chair and a table with another goblin behind the desk,, who immediately stood up when he saw Harry in the doorway..

"Ahh... good afternoon, Lord Potter. Please sit 're very sorry for our unacceptable oversight in regard to your account. Where would you like for me to start?" Lord Ragnarok asked as Harry sat across from him.

"Good afternoon, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Ragnarok. I would like to begin with the first sentence of this letter. I don't understand why it refers to multiple accounts and why call me Lord. I also don't understand why what you have to say is so confidential that you could only share it in an in person meeting." Harry asked confusedly, brandishing the letter. "Also, what do you mean by thieves?"

Lord Ragnarok scowled and looked somewhat confused by this question. He took out a sheaf of paper and what looked like a ritual dagger.

"It seems there is more than one eye, Lord Potter. We could get a more accurate reading if you dropped 7 drops of your blood on the paper. That would show us your abilities, inheritances, soulmates and surviving relatives if you have any." Lord Ragnarok gave the dagger to Harry.

Harry hesitated for a moment, not fully wanting to know what his inheritance or surviving relatives were like. He mentally shook his head at himself and took the dagger hilt from the Lord Goblin,He stabbed his middle finger and allowed seven drops of blood to hit the paper. Together, he and the goblin waited until the writing appeared.

XXXXX

After a few seconds, a medieval script of twining purple and crimson started appearing in the paper. Taking it slowly, Harry started to read the paper. The more he read the more shocked he was.

Inheritance Test

Name: Hadrian Lilian James Potter-Black

Born : 31 July 1980

Age : 18

Blood Status : Half Blood

Magical Core : Gold (Merlin L evel)

Father : James Fleamont Potter (deceased)

Mother : Lily Marie James Potter née Evan née Pendragon(deceased)

Blood-Adopted Father : Sirius Orion Black (deceased)

Adoption : 07 May 1994 Godfather(s) : Sirius Orion Black (deceased), Remus Lupin (deceased), Peter Pettigrew (deceased)

Godmother(s) : Alice Longbottom (unfit guardian)

Ti t tles :

Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter (Paternal)

Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black (Blood-Adoption)

Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Gryffindor (Paternal)

Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin (Blood-Adoption)

Lord of the Most Ancient and Royal House of Emrys (Maternal)

Lord of the Most Ancient and Royal House of Pendragon (Maternal)

Master of Death

Crown Prince of Camelot

Vault :

Trust Vault (Num. 11,560)

Potter Family Vault (Num. 125)

Potter Vault (Num. 11,563)

Black Family Vault (Num. 115)

Sirius Black Vault (Num. 11,670)

Gryffindor Vault (Num. 4)

Slytherin Vault (Num. 5)

Emrys Vault (Num. 1)

Pendragon Vault (Num. 0)

Properties :

Potter Manor (Unplottable; unknown location)

Potter Cottage(Godric's Hollow, England)

Potter Summer House(Mykonos, Greece )

Black Manor (Wiltshire, England)

12 Grimmauld Place(Unplottable; somewhere in London, England)

Black Cottage (Villefranche-sur-Mer, France)

Black Beachhouse (Manarola, Italy)

Gryffindor Manor (Unknown)

Slytherin Castle (Unknown)

Emrys House (Unplottable; most probably in Caerfyrddin, Wales or Tweeddale Forest, Scotland)

Pendragon Castle (Unplottable; somewhere within the area formerly known as Camelot)

Island of Avalon (Unknown; may be mythical or simply not exist anymore)

Abilities, Blocks, and Current Potion Effects :

Parseltongue (at 90% capacity; 10% blocked)

Parselmagic (at 10% capacity; 90% blocked)

Natural Occlumency (completely blocked)

Eidetic Memory (completely blocked)

Core (at 25% capacity; 75% blocked)

Soulmate (completely blocked)

Glamoured in the image of James Potter

Compulsion Charm leading to

Personality Change (Laziness, Rashness)

Loyalty Potion (Subjects: Molly Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Ginevra Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus P.W.B Dumbledore)

Hate Potion (Subjects: Slytherin House, Malfoy Family, Severus Snape)

Love Potion keyed to Ginevra Molly Weasley

All blocks keyed to Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore

Marriage Contract between Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley

signed by Albus . P.W.B . . Dumbledore and Molly Prewett Weasley

Soulmate: Tom Marvolo Riddle

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After reading and rereading the piece of paper with growing astonishment, Harry hasd many over the final section, he felt a sinking feeling in his gut. Could this possibly be true? Even if it was, did it matter? Ron, Hermione, and the Weasley family had proven themselves to him a thousand times over, and he didn't doubt that they genuinely cared about him. He pushed those thoughts to the back burner for a minute, and wordlessly thrust the paper at Ragnarok, allowing him to peruse the contents. Ragnarok took the paper and started reading it, his eyes getting more shocked as he continued. He started distractedly mumbling in Gobbledegook, the harsh, scraping sounds pulling Harry out of his half-meditative state.

Among goblins, few wizards are ever considered worthy of mention, let alone respect. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is one of those few. Lord Ragnarok has never doubted that Albus Dumbledore has a good soul. Marred, perhaps, by his childhood, but still whole. However, looking at the writing on the paper, he starts to wonder whether the goblins had placed their trust in the wrong person. It just goes to show, it never pays to get involved with wizard affairs . He leans back in his chair, steepling his long fingers and smooths his face back into a carefully neutral mask, careful not to let his thoughts breach the surface. He studies the hardened man (still a teenager, really) sitting across the desk from him. I t was a miracle that Lord Potter managed to survive during the War with 75% of his core blocked. He knows that the only reason Albus Dumbledore would ever do such a thing is if he intended that person to die. In addition, the business about this boy being Crown Prince of Camelot is interesting, though not as wholly unexpected as the first thing– it had been eighteen years since any money had been withdrawn from either the Emrys or Pendragon vault.

"What do you want to do, Lord Potter?" Lord Ragnarok said, his eyes locked on the boy sitting across from him.

"Can we remove all of the blocks? Isn't Camelot mythical? What the hell is this marriage contract? Was I stolen from whoever my real guardian would have been?" Harry asked in rapid succession.

"Lord Potter,we c-"

"Please call me Harry."

"You must call me Ragnarok, then. We cannot remove blocks and compulsions– only the original wizard can. However, given that Albus Dumbledore died two years ago, you've been able to break any block or compulsion you were put under for the last two years. As to Camelot being mythical, didn't you think everything in the wizarding world was before you were eleven? Merlin is known as perhaps the greatest wizard of all time, being one of the very first to go to Hogwarts. There he was Sorted into Slytherin House and he made some of his greatest magical discoveries in that time. After he left Hogwarts, he met Arthur, himself a wizard, though he did not know that at the time, and the rest, of course, is history. I cannot answer your last question right now, though there may be something in our records. Allow me to check." With that, he stood up and walked through a door in the side of the room that Harry swore he had never seen before.

He returned a couple minutes later, bearing a new folder, this one much thinner than his original one. After paging through for a couple of seconds, he pulled out a sheaf of paper and handed it to Harry. "Here is every transaction made from the joint Potter account since your parents died. You may find some clues there."

Harry ran his eyes over the paper. Money going towards Albus Dumbledore to act as his guardian, a bribe going to the Malfoys to act nasty towards him, a small sum of money going towards Arthur and Molly Weasley, and much more. As he continued to read, he started shaking with suppressed rage, and had to put the paper down to stop entertaining thoughts of vehicular homicide.

In a carefully neutral voice, he asked "And what about the marriage contract?"

"It was drawn up by Albus Dumbledore and signed by Molly Weasley in your second year, presumably as a result of that money being sent to the Weasley family. It would have gone into action this summer, but since it was not signed by a member of your family, it is null and void."

"Thank Merlin!" Harry sighed in relief. Second year. That must have been around the time he first showed signs of being able to speak Parseltongue. Dumbledore must have cast around for the first witch he could find close to Harry's age, and when Harry dragged Ginny out of the Chamber of Secrets, he also unwittingly set his future on yet another course determined by Albus Dumbledore.

"I want all of that money to go back to my account, except for the money given to the Weasleys." Harry said, remembering the shabby state of the Weasleys' clothing. but I don't want the innocent Weasley involved. "How can I claim my inheritance, and how do I access my blocked skills and resist the compulsion?" Harry asked in a firm voice.

A nasty and predatorial grin flitted across Lord Ragnarok's face. "Of will claim your inheritance first." He walked through a different concealed door this time, returning with six black boxes, each engraved with a different golden crest. These he carefully placed on the desk in a semicircle around Harry.

There were 8 Boxes on the table with each having a ring in it with each Family Symbol. Harry took a deep breath and began to take the inheritance, every ring that stayed in his finger made his Core warm except Slytherin and Ravenclaw this made him feel a sadness from the Ring Magic.

This makes him realize like a cold water bucket that his soulmate is Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort. He is heir of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw so of course the ring is sad, He also suddenly understands why half of his soul feels lost. He killed his soulmate after all

The next is the ritual to clean his Block and Compulsion, it was painful and suffocating, like he stayed underwater, it made him pass out. When the Goblin Healer came to the room he saw Harry wake up, the Healer checked his core while Harry felt amazed by the power that overflowed from his Core, He felt lighter and Free.

Harry looks at the mirror and gasped in surprise, his face is changed, there is no rectangle face anymore like before but a Heart shaped soft face with a white snowy skin and a tame raven black hair in shoulder length with an emerald eye that glowed with power. Harry also notices his body became more slender. He also realized his vision is much clearer than before.

He thought he looked like a replica of his mother which made him teared up a bit, Harry took a deep breath and went to Ragnok's office.

XXXXX

Harry goes to Ragnok's office and sits across him sighing. Lord Ragnarok looks at the crown prince and it indeed shows the Power who is part of Merlin and Royal Blood themself.

"Is there any will from my parents?" Harry asks.

"Yes, Harry..." Lord Ragnarok gives him 3 letters.

"I will read it back when I go back home..." Harry says and then remembers,"Ah.. Also, Ragnok. Take some money from my Vault as a tip and as an apology for the incident with the dragon please..."

Lord Ragnarok widened his eyes in surprise and nodded to him,"As you wish, Harry..."

"Once again, I'm truly sorry about the incident with the Dragon and apologize to the Goblin Nation for trying to break through Gringotts..." Harry said apologizing and bowing to him.

"You're forgiven... The Goblin Nation will stand alongside you Harry. You are the Crown Prince of the Britain Wizarding Throne and it is our duty to protect the Royal Family..." Lord Ragnarok said.

"Then we shall become friends..." Harry says in an understanding stand up,"Thank you my friend... may your Vault overflow and your enemies cower at your feet..."

Lord Ragnarok give him a grin showing his sharp teeth satisfied by his sendoff,"May your gold flow like a river and your enemy flee before you"

Harry went back to the Grimmauld Place only to be stopped by Hermione and Ron talking in front of the shop which made him curious so he decided to stop and listen in on their conversation.

"How did he manage to live? Dumbledore says he was gonna die in the war with those Blocking Charms!" Ron whined making Harry clench his hand.

"I know! That's why we brew this Obedient Potion so he is obedient to us so we can get our wish! Imagine how many books he has! Imagine how much money he can give to us!" Hermione says in a gleeful tone.

"I know! With this Potion we can become rich! And I became Famous!" Ron says joyfully.

Harry apparated away from the shop and went to Grimmauld Place, He unleashed the anger out until he panting and he sat on the sofa. Harry sat on the couch, his throat kept closing and opening but his airway wasn't fully opening. He was sobbing tearlessly, if this kept this up he would certainly cry so he calmed himself and focused on his parents' letters. While Harry didn't tear up but the fury in his heart was immeasurable.' He clenched the letter, it was clear his parents told him to not trust Dumbledore and his 'light'.

He has no doubt that Severus was also a victim and it made him feel exhausted, Harry leaned at the seat and drank warm tea to ease his throat. He wondered how to call Death since he was the Master of Death.

"Death?" Harry called to no one making him snicker, why would it even be a second per- he was yanked out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps.

"You called, Master?" A genderless voice with a void of emotion called out making him yelp.

Harry noticed a black shadow surrounding the person who was wear a black cloak, he couldn't see anything except darkness and a silver eye

"You are Death..." Harry says breathlessly they sat in stunned silence until he blinked,"Uh.. Hello I guess. Finally we met... I'm your Master, apparently..."

"Yes.. You are my Master... " Death says make Harry nod, "What makes you call me out Master?"

"I want to know about what happened.." Harry says in a determined voice.

"Oh?" Death ask in intrigued.

"What happened to Tom Riddle?" Harry asked after he took a deep breath.

"His soul is scattered away Master... He can not stay peacefully. Tom Riddle is a victim, the same as you, he was a scapegoat used by Albus Dumbledore. He is your King. Soulmates can not live without each other." Death explained.

"I- Can you explain..." Harry says in a questionable tone.

"Yes, Master... Tom Riddle is a Half-Blood, a Slytherin, and the Ravenclaw heir. He is charming and he wants to change the Wizarding World to its former glory from Christmast to Yule, From Hallowen to Samhain. He wants to change his home. Albus Dumbledore who saw it, felt threatened by his power of knowledge so he plot a deed of him as the incoming Dark Lord, the people begin to shunned him except his followers, Albus Dumbledore is the one commanding Slughorn to tell Tom Riddle about Horcruxes, Slughorn can't do anything except obey him since Albus Dumbledore has lots of power and the fact that everyone believed in him. Tom Riddle didn't know the consequence but Albus Dumbledore did and the little bit of sanity will be taken away..."

"And Voldemort was born..." Harry said, finishing Death's sentence his hand balled into fist then unclenched and took a deep breath,"I dream about him... Voldemort and Tom Riddle, they are different people."

"Yes, master... They're different people..." Death says.

"Every night I dream about those crimson eyes," Harry admitted, looking down.

"Yes, Master, the Longing of the Soulmate is painful indeed..." Death informed him.

"Everything he said is a lie... I have no doubt that the prophecy that began this madness is also fake..." Harry says, rubbing his face up and down with his hand.

"Yes, Master... That prophecy is Fake..." Death informed him making him snap his head up

"What?" Harry asks in disbelief.

"There is no such thing as those prophecies. It was Albus Dumbledore's plan to let Sybill Trelawney have another interview in the Pub, because of this the Death Eater heard of it, also" he said pausing his sentence," It was Albus Dumbledore's spell to control Sybill Trelawney to produce those fake prophecies..."

"What was the prophecy?" Harry asks.

"The one with power to stand along the Dark Lord approaches.

Born in the seventh month, the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal.

Heir of the Serpent and Eagle will stand beside Heir of the Lion and Badger who will become a King...

He who stands and is marked as him will bring back the former glory of the Wizarding World and the Long Lost Forgotten Britain Royal Magic will appear...

The Kings who bring back the Wizarding World of the former glory will be blessed by the Lady Magic Herself...

Either must not die at the hand of others or either can not live without the other to survive...

He is stronger than any Wizard in Britain since Merlin to defend his Kingdom from any threat using his brilliant mind and He who is gentle like a Mother of Lady Magic herself with the courage and wisdom to protect the Innocent...

At last the peace of the Wizarding world will come under their Reign..."

"That was..." Harry groaned, then slumped in the couch seat in defeat.

Everything was a lie. Everything is a fabric of a lie. Harry never felt this kind of betrayal in his life, tears streamed down his cheeks like rivers; it felt like the world opposed him. He killed his own soulmate and the people who he thought as friends only backstabbed him.

"Death..." Harry calls out.

"Yes, Master?" Death replied swiftly.

"What should I do?"Harry asked. He looked down at the floor through the gaps in his fingers.

"You have 3 chances, Master... " Death says making Harry look up to Death with hope blooming in his eyes," first, you go back the moment Voldemort killed your parents, then go back when you are 5 years old and finally go back when you have received the Hogwart letter."

"Go back? I can travel back in time?" Harry askin hopeful tone.

"Indeed. You will merge with your past soul..." Death informed him.

"But, what about the Block?" Harry asked.

"Unfortunately Master, you need to go to goblin to clean it up..." Death informed him.

"What about Tom?" Harry asks.

"You also need to find all of the Horcrux so I can bring back his sanity, as fast as possible is much better..." Death says.

"8 years... Please transfer me back to my 8 years old body..." Harry demanded in a determined voice.

"Deal..." Death says.

"I need to tell Ragnarok about this..." Harry says standing up and walking toward the door.

Death disappeared when Harry went to Gringotts to tell Ragnarok about this. When he did, Ragnarok agreed for him to travel back in time.

"It's a pity that you won't remember me when I traveled back, my friend..." Harry said in a sad voice.

Ragnarok gives a grin,"Goblin Magic is different, Harry..."

Harry let out a sigh of relief knowing he would have an ally to his journey back. He went back to Grimmauld Place with a sad thought of Hermione and Ron when they went on epic adventures with them. Harry stood in the Study room and looked out the window taking in the scenery.

"Are you ready, Master?" Death asked, appearing beside Harry.

"Yes." Harry said in a firm voice while nodding.

Harry could feel a coldness surrounding his body like ice was engulfing him until a warm feeling started to overwhelm and surround him when someone brushed his cheek like a mother to her child, and before he lost consciousness he heard a woman's gentle voice.

"Please bring back the Glory of Britain Wizard, My heir..."

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Harry opens his eyes and the first thing he notices is the darkness that makes him frown, he looks around and finally realizes that he is back at Privet Drive 4, the Dursley's Home. Harry looked around wanting to see how much things changed, he looked down at his body and indeed he was 8 years old which made him exhale in relief.

'It work! It works! ' Harry thought in delight.

"Of course it works!"

' Death! You can connect to my mind?!' Harry widening his eyes.

'Of course I can Master! You are Master of Death after all, we're connected...' Death informed him to which Harry hummed in response.

'I need to get out from this hell hole... Can you look around? Is there any Wizard who looks over at me ?' Harry asks.

'There no such thing... ' Death informed makes him frozen, 'There is no one who checks up on you, Master... There is no Blood Ward that only has a Protection Charm around the house.'

'No way' Harry said excitedly, he gasped , 'Then I can do wandless Magic without being found out!.' Harry says in an even more excited tone.

'Yes... ' Death says.

Harry stiffen when Aunt Petunia footsteps come down from the stairs, and not long after a loud banging noise from his door followed by her shouting to him that he needs to make breakfast. Harry sighs and gets out from the cupboard and makes a simple egg, bacon and toast for everyone else, but himself.

After breakfast everyone went to work and Aunt Petunia left to shower, Harry had no belongings to leave so he left a note.

Aunt Petunia...

I've decided to go away from this house.I send you a Money as a payment because I stayed under your roof.

Harry Potter

Harry takes some money for the bus, goes to the Leaky Cauldron and to the Dark Alley. He buys some clothes which are just simple jeans and a t-shirt with buttons, he also gets a jacket and a cap to hide his scar.

He rode the bus for about 1 hour until he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry adjusted his cap and went to the Bartender who he remembered as Tom.

"Can you show me the way to the Diagon Alley?" Harry asks.

"Follow me," Tom gestured to him at the backdoor and opened it,"Have fun..."

"Thank you," and Harry enters Diagon Alley.

He can see a lot of children and the wizards gathered around, it makes him feel a little nostalgic. Harry shakes his head and gets rid of those thoughts. Go straight to the Gringotts he told himself, and he went to the Teller.

"Greeting, may your vault overflow and your enemies cower at your feet. I'm Harry Potter and I want to meet with Lord Ragnarok if the Master Goblin doesn't mind," Harry says bowing to the goblin making the goblin surprised.

"Greetings young wizard. May your gold flow like a river and your enemy flee before you. Please Follow me." Master Goblin says, leading him to Lord Ragnarok.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me what your name is, Master Goblin?" Harry asks politely.

"I'm called Whitefang, Mister Potter." Whitefang replied, introducing himself.

They arrived at Lord Ragnarok's office, who stood up immediately when he saw Harry and gestured for him to sit down.

"Greetings, my friend.." Lord Ragnarok greeted Harry.

Harry exhaled in relief fearing that what he said before about goblin magic being fake,"Greetings, my friend."

"What do you want to do first?" Lord Ragnarok asked.

"The Inheritance Test and to clean all the blocks from my body. Also, When can I take my title?" Harry asked.

"You can take the ring but it was an Heir Ring except Potter, Pendragon, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Emrys" Ragnarok explained to him.

"Good, I want to take the Test and take the ring." Harry said after a few seconds of thinking.

The Test and the results were the same as before, Harry, no, Hadrina brought the ring to his finger and the moment the ring touched his hand, it disappeared. The only thing that remained was a Dragon ring. He looked up at his goblin friend and looked at him with a questionable face.

"The ring knows you didn't want to show it up so they stay hidden from people's eyes." He informed him.

Hadrian hummed,"And my name... It was Hadrian Lilian Potter-Black, right? I want everything that had Harry Potter changed to Hadrian Lilian Potter-Black. Please inform them about this. Everything that is written as Harry Potter is not me."

Lord Ragnarok gives a predator grin,"Of course..."

"Thank you, my friend.. Now let's clean this Block off..." Hadrian said standing up and stretching his arms.

He goes to the Ritual Chamber and indeed it was the same pain but for some reason it's not painful like before. Hadrian could hear a melodic humming, a gentle woman's voice trying to make him calm down. He can feel his blood boiling in his veins make him wheeze out but with a gentle brushing in his hair all the pain is gone.

Hadrian woke up with a warm feeling like Magic itself engulfed him in a warm blanket. Ragnarok told him he passed out for 1 hour and made him grunt. He looked in the mirror and it made him wide eyed, his reflection was different from before, so different.

He has wavy shoulder length raven black hair but there a bit of crimson when the light shone upon it. He had a soft heart shaped face, and a soft cherry lip color, and a small nose. His eyes shone like emerald but there was a silver color that danced around his iris that made him frown.

"Silver colour is a sign that you are a Britain Wizard Royalty Blood and a blood of Merlin himself." Ragnarok informed him.

Hadrian looked at his structure, it was more feminine and slender. He had milky white skin. He just hummed in response and followed Ragnarok to his Office.

"You know much about Royal Wizards. Can you tell me more about it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, 500 years ago, the Wizarding World was ruled by the royal family. It was ruled by a man named King Arthur Pendragon along with Merlin Emrys and Morgana Le Fay. King Arthur ruled the Muggle World with Merlin and Morgana ruled the Britain Wizarding Rule. Merlin knew that the Royal Line was going to lose everything he gave a blessing to four people. Godric Gryffindor for his braveness and courageousness, Salazar Slytherin for his brilliant mind of tactic, Rowena Ravenclaw for her knowledge and helping Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff for her wisdom and making the Wizarding World reside in peace."

"The four of them ruled the Britain Wizarding World but, the moment the Royal Line lost they made Hogwarts to teach young wizards like yourself.."

"How did Goblin Nation have a close relationship with the Royal Family?" Hadrian asked.

"The royal family's ancestor's and Goblin Nation Ancestors are Sworn Brothers. They protect each other and until now Goblin Nation still protects the Royal Line. As a symbol for our friendship. Every crown prince at age of 18 is to be crowned. The Goblin Nation gives him a sword made personally by the Lord of Goblin's and now it was I who made the sword for you, Hadrian..."

"Me?" Hadrian points at himself.

"Yes, when you are 18 years old you will be crowned by the Lord of the Goblin Nation and that is I. The Goblin Nation will give you a Sword as a sign of the friendship, and of course your mate will also get crowned along with you." Ragnarok informed him.

"Okay..." Hadrian drawled blinking,"Okay. I understand now."

Ragnarok talks more about his duty as to be crowned prince and as Lord of the house until the sun has set. He goes to the Black Manor but before that he transfers some money to the Dursley bank account.