Harry Potter knew he had 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 now 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 warfighting 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 had come to the realization that he didn'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 place sleep restless, disturbed by dreams of the fallen, of Tonks, Lupin, Lavender Brown, and of Colin Creevey. He may not have liked Colin in life, but he was still just a child. Fighting in a war. Children should never be involved in war.
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 enraged 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.
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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 flow.
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 marble building 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 person there besides 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 told him to have a seat on the sofa. Besides the sofa, the office contained a 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 we'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 I'm addressed as Lord Potter. 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 to this than meets the eye, Lord Potter. We could get a more accurate reading if you place 7 drops of your blood on the paper I've placed before you. That would show us your abilities, inheritances, soulmate if there is one and surviving relatives if you have any."
Lord Ragnarok held the ritual dagger out to Harry causing him to hesitated for a moment, not fully wanting to know what his inheritance or surviving relatives were like. He mentally shook his head steeling himself and took the dagger hilt from the Lord Goblin. He sliced his middle finger and allowed seven drops of blood to hit the paper. Together, he and the goblin waited until the writing appeared.
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After a few seconds, a medieval script of twining purple and crimson started appearing on the paper. Not long after it started the writing stopped and the paper sat waiting to be read. 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: Pure-Blood
Magical Core: Gold (Merlin Level)
Father: James Fleamont Potter (deceased/ Pure-Blood)
Mother: Lily Marie James Potter née Evan née Pendragon(deceased/ Pure-Blood)
Blood-Adopted Father: Sirius Orion Black (deceased/ Pure-Blood)
Adoption: 07 May 1994
Godfather(s): Sirius Orion Black (deceased), Remus Lupin (deceased), Peter Pettigrew (deceased)
Godmother(s) : Alice Longbottom (unfit guardian)
Tittles:
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 Hufflepuff (By Magic)
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin (Blood-Adoption/ Conquer)
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw (Blood-Adoption/ Conquer)
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/ Britain Wizarding World
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)
Hufflepuff Vault (Num. 3)
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)
Ravenclaw Castle (Unknown)
Slytherin Castle (Unknown)
Hufflepuff Manor (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 inheritance paper with growing astonishment, Harry paled over the final section, as a sinking feeling settled 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 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 handed the paper to Ragnarok, allowing him to peruse the contents. Ragnarok took the paper and started reading it, his eyes getting wider the more he read as shock reflected in their black depths. 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 was one of those few. Lord Ragnarok had never doubted that Albus Dumbledore had a good soul. Marred, perhaps, by his childhood, but still wholeheartedly good. 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 wizarding 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. It 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 the Crown Prince of Camelot is interesting, though not as 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 was supposed to be?" Harry asked in rapid succession.
"Lord Potter,we c-"
"Please call me Harry."
"You must call me Ragnarok, then, Merlin was known as perhaps the greatest wizard of all time, He is the son of the Dragon Lord, Balinor. He has a duty to lead Arthur who at that time still a Prince, Merlin hide his Magic as at that time, Magic has seen as a Curse and devil. The Calimot who is the greatest place for the Wizard and Magical Creature was in fear because of the Execute, therefore, they stay hidden but when Arthur become a King, The Rule to Banish or Executed the Magical Creature got lifted 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 on the other side of the room that Harry swore he had never seen before. He returned a couple of 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 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.
"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 course we will claim your inheritance first. Then we can proceed to the lower mines and have a medigoblin give you a purging and block breaking ritual."
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 each containing a ring in it with each bearing their corresponding Family Crest. Harry took a deep breath and began to take the inheritance, every ring that stayed on his finger made his Core warm except Slytherin and Ravenclaw these two filled him with a deep sadness from the Rings Magic.
This made him realize that his soulmate Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort heir of Slytherin and Ravenclaw was truly gone bringing sadness to the rings. He also suddenly understood why half of his soul felt lost. He killed his soulmate with his own two hands under the guidance of a manipulative old fool.
The next task they underwent was the ritual to cleanse his Block and Compulsion, it was painful and suffocating like he stayed underwater for too long, it made him pass out. When the Goblin Healer came to the room he saw Harry waking up, and rushed over to check his core. 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 had changed, it was no longer square and masculine, but Heart-shaped, soft and with snowy white skin. His raven black hair was now tame and shoulder-length with emerald eyes that glowed with power. Harry also notices his body had become more slender while his vision had cleared.
He thought he looked like a replica of his mother which made him tear up a bit, Harry took a deep breath and went to Ragnok's office.
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Harry entered Ragnok's office and sat down across from him sighing. Lord Ragnarok looked at the crown prince observing the power rolling off of him reflecting the blood of Merlin and the Royal family.
"Is there any will from my parents?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry..." Lord Ragnarok gave him 3 letters.
"I will read them 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's eyes widened 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 into Gringotts..." Harry said apologizing once more 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 said firmly as he stood 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 said he was gonna die in the war with those Blocking Charms!" Ron whined making Harry clench his hand to keep silent.
"I know! That's why we brewed the Obedience Potion so he remains obedient to us so we can get our wishes! Imagine how many books he has! Imagine how much money he can give to us!" Hermione said in a gleeful tone.
"I know! With this Potion, we can become rich and famous!" Ron says joyfully.
Harry apparated away from the shop and went to Grimmauld Place, where he unleashed the anger out until he was panting and slumped on the sofa. Harry sat on the couch, his throat kept constricting allowing little air to enter his lungs. 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 cry the fury in his heart was immeasurable.' He clenched the letters, 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 back 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, there's no way that just asking out loud de- he was yanked out of his thoughts when he heard a flap of wing feathers.
"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 wearing a black cloak, he couldn't see anything except darkness and silver eyes glinting like spotlights in the night.
"You are Death..." Harry said breathlessly as he sat in stunned silence until he blinked back into reality, "Uh. Hello, I guess. Finally, we meet... I'm your Master, apparently..."
"Yes... You are my Master..." Death drawled making Harry nod,"What makes you call me out Master?"
"I want to know about what happened.." Harry says in a determined voice.
"Oh?" Death asks in intrigued. If Harry can see its Appearance perhaps it looks like a Cat, tilting its head with a Cheshire grin
"What happened to Tom Riddle?" Harry asked after he took a deep breath.
"His soul is scattered away Master... He can not stay or Rest In Peace. 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 Pure-Blood, the Slytherin, and Ravenclaw heir. He was a charming man and he wanted to change the Wizarding World to its former glory. Embracing the old Holliday's once more changing Christmas to Yule, And Halloween to Samhain. He wanted to change the world he embraced as his home. Albus Dumbledore who saw it felt threatened by his power and knowledge so he plot against him to become the next Dark Lord, the people began to shun him except his followers. Albus Dumbledore was the one who commanded Slughorn to tell Tom Riddle about Horcruxes, Slughorn couldn't do anything except obey him since Albus Dumbledore had 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 he had slipped away with that first Horcrux..."
"And Voldemort was born..." Harry said, finishing Death's sentence in his hand then he blinks when heard something wrong from his Knowledge, "Wait, Wait, Pure-Blood? I thought he was Half-Blood?!"
Death smirking inside the darkness and for some reason, Harry can sense the Michievous in it Silver Eyes as he purred, "What the fun for I to answer that, Master~"
Harry sigh took a deep breath, balled into a 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 responded.
"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 was a lie... I have no doubt that the prophecy that began this madness was also fake..." Harry said, rubbing his face up and down with his hand.
"Yes, Master... That prophecy was indeed Fake..." Deaths words trailed off making Harry's head snapped up.
"What?" He asks in disbelief.
"There was no such prophecy, It was Albus Dumbledore's plan to let Sybill Trelawney have another interview in the Pub. It was because of this a Death Eater heard of it, also" he said pausing dramatically, "It was Albus Dumbledore's spell to control Sybill Trelawney that produced the fake prophecy..."
"What was the prophecy?" Harry asks with dread in his stomach
"The one with the power to stand along the Dark Lord approaches. Born as the seventh month dies, 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 by the lost one will bring back the former glory of the Wizarding World and the Long Lost Forgotten Britain Royal Magical family will return...
The Kings who are destined to bring back the Wizarding World to its former glory will be blessed by the Lady Magic Herself...
Either must not die at the hand of others for neither can live without the other by their side...
He is stronger than any Wizard since Merlin to defend his Kingdom from any threat using his brilliant mind and He who is gentle like Mother 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 on the couch in defeat.
Everything was a lie. Everything was a fabricated lie to control and destroy him. Harry never felt this kind of betrayal in his life and it burned as tears streamed down his cheeks like rivers; it felt like the world was opposing 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 choices, Master... " Death says making Harry look up at Death with hope blooming in his eyes, "First, you can go back to the moment Voldemort killed your parents, or go back to when you were 8 years old and finally you could go back to when you had received your Hogwart letter."
"Go back? I can travel back in time?" Harry asked in a 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 back to the goblins to remove them once more..." Death informed him.
"What about Tom?" Harry asks in worried and concern
"You would need to find all of the Horcrux so I can bring back his sanity, the faster the better..." Death says.
"8 years... Please transfer me back to my 8-year-old body..." Harry demanded in a determined voice.
"Deal..." Death said.
"I need to tell Ragnarok about this..." Harry said standing up and walking toward the door.
Death disappeared swiftly into the darkness as Harry walked away and 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 travelled back, my friend..." Harry said in a sad voice.
Ragnarok gave a great toothy grin, "Goblin Magic is different, Harry..."
Harry let out a sigh of relief knowing he would have an ally in his journey back. He went back to Grimmauld Place sad as he thought of Hermione and Ron and when they went on their epic adventures together. 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 with a sharp nod.
Harry could feel a coldness surrounding his body as if the ice was engulfing him until a warm feeling started to overwhelm the cold and surround him when he felt as if someone brushed his cheek like a mother to her child. Before losing consciousness he heard a woman's gentle voice speak into his ear.
"Please bring back the Glory of the British wizarding world, My heir..."
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Harry opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed is the darkness that made him frown, he looked around and finally realized that he is back at number 4 Privet Drive, 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 once more which made him exhale in relief.
'It worked! It really worked! ' Harry thought in delight.
'Of course, it worked!'
' Death! You can connect to my mind?!' Harry's eyes widened.
'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? Are there any Wizards who are looking after me?' Harry asks in caution, he can not let the Spy from Dumbledore notice about him to use Magic.
'There's no such thing... ' Death informed making him freeze, 'There is no one who checks up on you, Master... There are no Blood Wards there are only Protection Charms 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 in amusement
Harry stiffened when Aunt Petunia's 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 needed to make breakfast. Harry sighs and gets out from the cupboard and makes a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast for everyone else, but himself.
After breakfast, Vernon went to work while Dudley went out to terrorize the neighbourhood and Aunt Petunia left to shower, Harry had no belongings to take with him. He decided to write his aunt a note as a final goodbye.
Aunt Petunia...
I've decided to go away from this house. I will send you Money as payment because I stayed under your roof.
Harry Potter
Harry took some money for the bus from his aunt's wallet to take a bus to the Leaky Cauldron and a well-fitting outfit. He bought some simple jeans and a button-up t-shirt, he also purchased a jacket and a cap to hide his scar.
He rode the bus for about an hour until he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry adjusted his cap as he went to the Bartender who he remembered as Tom.
"Can you show me the way to Diagon Alley?" Harry asks.
"Follow me," Tom gestured for him to follow him to the backdoor and opened it, "Have fun..."
"Thank you," and Harry entered Diagon Alley.
He could see a lot of children and the wizards gathered around, making him feel a little nostalgic. Harry shook his head to get rid of those thoughts and went straight to the Gringotts heading for the first free Teller he could find.
"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." The 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 titles?" Harry asked.
"You can take the ring but it will be an Heir Ring except for Potter, Pendragon, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Emrys" Ragnarok explained to him.
"Good, I want to take the test and take the rings," Harry said after a few seconds of thinking.
The Test and the results were the same as before, Harry, no, Hadrian brought the rings to his finger and the moment the rings touched his hand, they disappeared. The only thing that remained was a Dragon ring. He looked up at his goblin friend and looked at him with a questioning look.
"The rings know you didn't want to show them so they have 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 these Block off..." Hadrian said standing up and stretching his arms.
He went to the Ritual Chamber and indeed it was the same pain except for some reason it was not as painful as before. Hadrian could hear a melodic humming, a gentle woman's voice trying to make him calm. He could feel his blood boiling in his veins making him wheeze out but with the gentle brushing of fingers in his hair, all the pain was gone.
Hadrian woke up with a warm feeling like Magic itself engulfed him in a warm blanket. Ragnarok told him he had been passed out for 1 hour which he grunted in response to. He looked in the mirror and it made his eyes widened, his reflection was different from before, so different.
He had wavy shoulder length raven black hair but there was a bit of crimson when the light shines upon it. He had a soft heart-shaped face, and soft cherry-coloured lips, and a small nose. His eyes shone like an emerald but this time there was silver that danced around his iris that made him frown.
"Silver in the eyes is a sign that you are of British Wizard Royal Blood and carry the blood of Merlin himself." Ragnarok informed him.
Hadrian looked at his body structure, it was more feminine and slender, He had milky white skin as if the sun never touched it. He just hummed in response and followed Ragnarok back 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 British Wizarding world. Merlin knew that the Royal Line was going to lose everything he gave a blessing to four people. Godric Gryffindor for his bravery and courageousness, Salazar Slytherin for his brilliant mind of tactical abilities, Rowena Ravenclaw for her knowledge and helping Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff for her wisdom and peaceful nature."
"The four of them ruled the Britain Wizarding World but, the moment the Royal Line was lost they made Hogwarts teach young wizards like yourself.."
"How did the Goblin Nation have such a close relationship with the Royal Family?" Hadrian asked.
"The royal family's ancestor's and Goblin Nations Ancestors are Sworn Brothers. They protect each other and even now the Goblin Nation still protects the Royal Line. As a symbol of 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 it is 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 slowly, "Okay. I understand now."
Ragnarok talked more about his duty as the crown prince and as Lord of the house until the sun has set. He goes to the Black Manor but before that he transferred some money to the Dursley bank account.
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