The elves at Potter Manor had been minding their own business taking care of the large manor, cleaning the interior, tending to the garden and large fields that the Potter family owned. They had not anyone to take care of since Master Charlus and Mistress Dorea had passed away, and James and Lily had moved to Godric's Hollow to hide with their newborn, Young Master Hadrian. All they had been told was to keep maintaining the manor, while waiting for them to return. They had not mentioned how long they would be gone.
The elves had been quite depressed when they hadn't returned within a few years, and had feared the worst, as they had loved their previous Masters. Without anyone to take care of, their magic was slowly suffering; they all knew that by the end of the year they would lose their magic and die out.
Tipsy, the head house-elf at Potter Manor, had been cleaning around, when she suddenly felt a most familiar call for help. It was a feeling she had not experienced in years, but she could recall exactly what it was. It was an order from her master. She did not know which master could be calling for her after all these years, so she was quite confused. But, as any loyal elf should, she quickly apparated to where the call was coming from.
When she arrived, it was very dark, and she was in some small confined area. Using her elf magic, she lit up the area, and what she saw shocked her. A young boy was slumped over, bleeding and clearly in a bad state of health. The only boy that could call her was Master Hadrian, so she took her Master's hands and apparated back to the entrance hall of Potter Manor.
Many miles away, in Scotland, a device in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started buzzing and beeping frantically. The owner of this device, Albus Dumbledore immediately apparated to Privet Drive, to discover that Harry Potter had either been kidnapped or had run away from the Dursleys.
Back at Potter Manor
Tipsy called for all the other elves and they gasped at what they saw. Master Hadrian had several injuries, many of which had occurred ages ago, and had not received any proper treatment, leaving his magic to mend the injuries. This consequently had left his magic storage much lower than it should be. However, the worst part of Master Hadrian was his scar. They could sense dark magic around it, but without knowing what it was, they couldn't fix it. They decided to leave it for later. Using their elven magic, they started treating his injuries, and also gave him magic-replenishing potions and nutrition potions. After finishing their treatment, they brought him to the Master Bedroom, laid him comfortably in the large bed, and continued with their work, waiting for him to wake up.
Harry woke up the next morning feeling more comfortable than he had ever felt in his life. He seemed to be laying on a large bed, which was inexplicable, as he didn't sleep on a bed, nor was his mattress large. When he opened his eyes, anticipating the dark cupboard, he was shocked out of his life when his eyes were blinded from the brightness surrounding him. He gradually got used to it, and was shocked to find himself in an extremely large room, with large windows on either side of the room, deep dark red colours with small hints of silver adorning as well.
He looked to his left, and saw three doors, apart from the door to the front of the room, which he assumed was the entrance to the bedroom. He entered the first door and found himself in a large bathroom, which was very clean, and quite old-fashioned, yet not completely outdated. The next door led to a walk-in cupboard, which was totally empty, and the third door led to a large office, complete with a large desk and cabinets.
Where was he? How had he ended up in what looked like a mansion? Walking back to the main room, as if it would hold some answers to the burning questions at the front of his mind, he was shocked out of his mind to see some small creature standing and then bowing to him. The diminutive creature had large ears, and tennis-ball sized eyes.
"Err, who are you?" asked Harry, tentatively, still not sure if he was dreaming or not."
"I is Tipsy, Head House-Elf of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, Master Hadrian," replied Tipsy.
"You're an elf?", he replied incredulously.
"Yes. I is an elf, we is living to serve wizards and witches. Me and the rests of the elves be hoping to see yous again, Master Hadrian," Tipsy replied excitedly.
"Did you say wizard? There isn't any such thing as wizards, is there? And why are you calling me Master Hadrian, my name is Harry. Just Harry" asked Harry, slowly coming to terms that he was actually awake.
"Yes, Master Hadrian, wizards is existing. When yous was born, Master James and Master Lily, your parents, is naming you Hadrian James Potter. You is now our master. You is growing up with Muggles, so you is not knowing about magic. When you was a baby, you was a very powerful wizard already. You is noticing strange things happening around yous, no? That is your accidental magic. You is not learning how to control your magic yet, but that is happening later."
And so the conversation went on, Harry eventually becoming convinced that magic was a real thing, and that he was destined to become a wizard. He was then introduced to the nine other house-elves at the manor. Tipsy gave him a tour around the manor, he was shown the 9 other ensuite bedrooms, all respectfully large, but not as big as his. The elves gave him the best meal of his life, for breakfast! He was then shown the stables, and he was shown the griffins and thestrals that occupied the huge grounds that belonged to him now. He obviously couldn't see the thestrals, but was explained by one of the elves what they were. He wasn't allowed to go near the griffins when he asked, but he did find his way onto the quidditch pitch, and was again taught what quidditch was by the elves.
But the best part of the house was a long corridor near the back of the house, with large portraits adorning both sides. The portraits depicted a few past Lords and Ladies of the House of Potter, and Harry was very pleasantly surprised to find out that the subjects could all move between portraits and talk to him. The portraits nearest to the entrance of the corridor belonged to the oldest ancestors of Harry and he greeted them all respectfully. Slowly making his way down the corridor, he came across to those he was most eager to see, his grandparents, after seeing that his parents did not have any portraits commissioned.
"Well then, after all this time someone finally comes to see us. Well, then what's your name?" exclaimed the portrait of Charlus and Dorea Potter.
"I'm Harry. Your grandson, I think," Harry nervously explained
"What do you mean you think? And if you are Harry, you are our grandson. Why haven't you come to see us before? And where are James and Lily, we haven't seen them in years?" asked Dorea.
My parents are dead. Tipsy said that the elves think Voldemort murdered them when I was really small. I grew up with my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. They hated me and beat me, I didn't know magic was a thing until this morning. They also told me my parents died in a car crash." returned Harry softly.
"You mean our son and daughter-in-law are dead? And you had to grow up with filthy muggles?" roared Charlus.
"Yes." replied Harry sadly.
The portraits were dumbfounded. Both Charlus and Dorea were shocked into silence. All three of them now had tears on their faces, after finding out where Harry had been all these years. His grandparents were furious after finding out he had been raised by muggles, the Dursley's no less. He almost recoiled from the furious looks on their faces when he told them he had no idea who Sirius Black was. They then told him that to find out why he had been placed with the Dursleys, instead of with his godfather, he should ask the elves to take him to Gringotts, the wizard bank, for more details, under heavy glamours.
A few weeks after he had arrived at Potter Manor, wearing some of his fathers' old clothes, which fit him better and felt much more comfortable than Dudley's rags, which the elves had burned in disgust, Tipsy grabbed hold of his hand, and apparated him to just outside Gringotts bank. Walking in, a few confused looks were thrown his way, but he paid no heed. He walked up to a random Goblin.
"Good Afternoon. I am here to meet with Ragnok, the manager of the Potter accounts. I am Harry Potter, Heir Apparent to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. Could you please inform him that I request an appointment with him?" Harry spoke just as his grandfather had instructed him, attempting not to show the nervousness that lay within him.
The Goblin seemed stunned. Most wizards treated the Goblins as lesser species, yet here was a boy, looking no older than seven, speaking politely to them.
"Of course, Heir Potter. Follow me." he motioned.
"Thank you …" he ended in a question asking for the name.
"Griphook."
He followed the Goblin into a small office. Griphook told him to wait for Ragnok. Harry gave the Goblin a short bow, the goblin once again seemed surprised, then gave him a bow in return, then left quickly. After a few seconds, a goblin who he assumed was Ragnok entered with a box.
"Good Afternoon Lord Ragnok."
"Greetings, Heir Potter. I assume you are here to officially claim your Heirship rings and unseal your parents' will?"
"Yes Lord Ragnok. Thank you for your help." he replied in kind.
"This is the Heirship Ring for the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. Each House has different rings, and they all have different protections. Most rings will provide protections against minor poisons, harmful potions, and minor jinxes and hexes."
Ragnok pointed to the box, signalling. Inside sat a small knife and a bowl, along with a ring and a letter. The Goblin told him to cut his finger, assuring him that the cut would heal straight away and would bring him no pain. Harry did so, uttering the words the Goblin instructed him to, then put on the Potter Heirship ring. The ring resized to fit him, glowed with a gold colour, as he felt the Potter family magic accept him. He glowed with a bright golden, confirming him as the Potter Heir. A griffin rose out of the ring, seemingly made out of golden glow, squawked around Harry looking around fiercely, then disappeared.
He took a closer look at the ring. It was made up of a silver band, with rubies surrounding the Potter crest. The crest itself depicted two griffins facing each other holding swords, a sight he had familiarised himself with around the Manor.
He then opened the will. The will stated that Peter Pettigrew had indeed been the secret keeper, which his grandparents had already informed him of. They had left 1 million galleons each to Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Frank and Alice Longbottom and Minerva McGonagall. It also explicitly stated that under no circumstances should Harry have been sent to the Dursleys. This was also the order in which Harry's guardians were meant to be, in case something had happened to them.
The next thing that happened was Harry's inheritance test came back. It read:
Inheritance test of Hadrian James Potter.
Mother: Lily Jane Potter (nee Lacroix) (pure-blood) (deceased)
Father: James Charlus Potter (pure-blood) (deceased)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (pure-blood) (incarcerated)
Godmother: Alice Andrea Longbottom (pure-blood) (crippled)
Heirships:
Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter
Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Bloods:
Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor (Paternal)
Lacroix, Dupont (Maternal)
Magical Abilities:
Animagus
Parselmouth
Natural Occlumens
"Well Heir Potter, or should I say Heir Potter-Black? Would you like to claim your Black heirship as well. Harry decided to, it was a very similar process to before, the only difference being the green snake totem that rose when he wore the ring.
"Excuse me, but I was told by my grandparents' portrait that you could give me details on Sirius Black, my godfather. Apparently, I was meant to be placed with him in case something happened to my parents. Do you have any idea why?
Ragnok thought furiously. Sirius Black was infamous for betraying the Potter family, and the death of Peter Pettigrew and a dozen muggles. Yet the young Potter seemed to not know this. The Goblins themselves did not see Sirius Black as a convict, as he had not been formally tried in court.
"Sirius Black betrayed your parents to the Dark Lord. He then killed Peter Pettigrew and a dozen muggles. He is in Azkaban now, the wizard prison. However, about two weeks ago he escaped from there. He is the first wizard to ever evade the dementors and escape. The whole wizarding world has come to the conclusion that Sirius Black found you and is holding you hostage since you were declared missing a few days before his escape.
After seeing the look of horror on Harry's face, Ragnok assured him quickly. "Don't worry young heir, us Goblins do not interfere with wizard's matters. No one will know of your visit today."
Thanking the Goblins for their service, he left the bank and decided to go shopping for some clothes. At Madam Malkin's, he bought many high quality clothes that fit him well and were very comfortable, not caring for the cost. He then called for an elf and apparated back home.
"Master Hadrian, you is having a visitor just outside the wards. Come with me." Tipsy squeaked.
Harry was very confused. After reapplying the wards, he believed that no one should be able to find him, and that he was the only one alive with the location of the Manor. So when he walked to the large gates at the front of Potter Manor, expecting to see someone, a lump arose in his throat when all that was there was an extremely large shaggy black dog. From the stories his grandparents' portraits had told him, he knew exactly who this was. So he took a leap, just like any proud Gryffindor.
"U-Uncle P-Padfoot?" he questioned, extremely nervously.
So I know its been a while. This is a slight re-write of the chapter I had uploaded before, after writing a few chapters ahead, I needed to change a couple of things in here.
Hopefully the updates will be a bit more regular from now on, but no promises.
I have also changed the title, it focuses too much on the different beginning I had planned rather than future events. So the title is a bit of a spoiler for whats coming in the future.
PEACE.