Chapter 1- Prologue
Harry sat in the library contemplating all the recent developments and events which involved him. He had just escaped the clutches of death.
The Chamber of Secrets problem had been solved by Harry. He had gone into the chamber with Ron to save his sister Ginny Weasley.
Ginny Weasley was possessed by a diary and she had opened the Chamber of Secrets.
The poor girl had no inkling of what she was doing. There may be a question of how she was possessed by a diary.
The answer is simple. The diary belonged to one Tom Marvolo Riddle , who is most famously known as Lord Voldemort. The bastard who took away Harry's family from him.
He hated the madman with a passion. He was the reason he grew up an orphan. He was the reason many kids like him lost their homes, families and loved ones.
As he was thinking, Harry was hit with a revelation. ' Why did Tom come after him all those years back?' , 'why try to kill a child?' , ' why was he still alive?', ' what is the big game that's going on here??' he thought.
He then thought of his fight with the basilisk. Of course the monster could kill with his eyes, but still, he was wandless with a blink of an eye.
Harry had a secret weapon in his arsenal. Wandless magic. He could do some of it with practice. But at that moment, it was very difficult for him.
He should get stronger. He should get better. He will work harder.
Harry was not a weak student by any means. He only didn't want more spotlight on him. All his life, he had been instructed to dumb himself down. His relatives used to whip him and punish him if he performed better than Dudley. He wanted to impress his aunt and uncle many times. But they would always hit him and punish him.
Harry didn't have anyone growing up. His first friend was Ron Weasley. He had his doubts regarding the boy. He was quick to jealousy, always slacking off, obnoxious and loud. He hated to say this but his friend was a Gryffindor Malfoy. He couldn't look past his hatred for everything Slytherin.
Then there was Hermione Granger. The girl is not bigoted but she has a high amount of authority figure respect. If it's the words of a professor, she would even believe that the sun rises in the west.
She was overbearing,had no respect for a person's privacy, bossy and jealous if anyone outperformed her.
Between these two Harry should have gone mad by now, but they did give him friendship which he cherished. So he held himself.
Harry vowed that this should get better. He got up and was leaving the library when Hedwig came to him with a letter. Harry smiled. She was his closest companion and confidant. She understands him very much. It feels like she is almost his sister.
" Hey girl. You have something for me??" He questioned her and ruffled her feathers gently.
Hedwig bobbed her head. She held out her hand and Harry retrieved his letter.
He was confused when he saw the Gringotts crest on the letter.
He unsealed the letter and read it.
' Heir Potter,
Greetings. I hope that you are doing well. I am writing this letter since you are nearing thirteen years of age and according to the Potter Family charter, you have to claim the headship of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter.
I request your presence immediately and there is a portkey attached to this letter. Just take hold of it and say ' Gringotts' and you will be transported to your account managers office.
May your vaults overflow with gold.
Grimclaw
Account manager of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter
Harry read the letter with a myriad of emotions. He understood his family is very old and important and at the same time, he felt ashamed that he didn't know much about his family.
He took a deep breath and whispered" Gringotts".
He felt a jerk motion around his abdominal region and he felt his legs leave the ground.
He was deposited on the floor on the other side. " Damn stupid magical travels" he muttered.
He was startled when he heard a laugh. He looked towards an ancient goblin who was laughing.
" Greetings Mr Grimclaw. I am Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you sir" he said.
The goblin was surprised by his behaviour but nodded and motioned for him to sit down.
" Greetings Heir Potter. I hope you have been well. I wouldn't have bothered to write to you but since you are the last Potter, you will be taking your lordship on your thirteenth birthday." He said.
Harry was confused. " I don't know anything about Noble House or this lord or heir stuff. I will kindly request you to give me an explanation of it Mr Grimclaw." He said.
" Grimclaw is fine Harry. Yes I thought that you won't be aware of this lordship rule. Your family is unique, Harry. They are the oldest family in existence. Richer than all the other families combined and have done it through honest business. Your family is very famous for providing extremely powerful mages."
" Mages??" Asked Harry.
" Yes mages. Mages are different from wizards. They are more intuned with their magic. They have extremely high control over their power, and have the unique ability to master anything and everything they can.
They make other wizards look like toddlers when they reach full potential. That is the reason the previous dark lords have always tried to recruit them. Your dark lord Voldemort wasn't different nor was Grindelwald. But that didn't happen."
" Why ??" Asked Harry. He was proud. He was overwhelmed. He was listening with rapt attention to everything Grimclaw was speaking.
" Baron Charlus Potter. Your Grandfather.
I have never seen a more feared warrior in my lifetime and I am three centuries old. Grindelwald tried to oust him; he failed. Voldemort tried but he failed. Your grandfather was the most powerful war mage that I had ever had the privilege to see. He was excellent with a wand. His views, ideals, beliefs are extraordinary. You would be proud to call him your grandfather." Grimclaw said with respect in his voice.
Harry sat wide eyed at this. He never even knew about his parents properly to begin with, but listening about his grandfather made him sit up in pride.
" Well I am sure you will know about him gradually. Now let's discuss the matter in hand. This is your finances Mr Potter. I will be sending it to you every month. You can always send your thoughts and plans through letters." He said and handed over a parchment.
HARRY JAMES POTTER
HEIR OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF POTTER
HEIR OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF PEVERELL
HEIR OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK
Properties-
Potter Manor ( Nottingham)
Potter Mansion (Southampton)
Potter Cottage (Godric's Hollow)
Potter Villa( Bordeaux)
Potter Chateau (Paris)
Potter Beach House(Rio de Janeiro)
Potter Dragon Reserve( Romania)
Potter Docks
Sleekeazy Hair Shampoo manufacturing unit
Guy Savoy(France)
Business units-
Potter Apothecarpy (100%)
Nimbus Brooms (37%)
BMW(12%)
Mercedes (22%)
Maison pic Valence (Paris) (45%)
Ultraviolet ( Shanghai) (48%)
Vaults-
Potter Family Vault- 40 billion Galleons
Potter Business Vault- 325 million Galleons
Trust Vault- 5 million galleons
Black Trust Vault- 5 million galleons
Peverell Vault- 20 million galleons
Harry stood shell shocked. He was filthy rich. He had so much money that the next fifty generations of Potters could spend it without earning and still remain the richest family.
He was finding it difficult to take all of this in. His ancestors' money. He wasn't a true Potter yet. He had to do much better. Why didn't anybody see fit to tell him about his heritage? He had to do better. He will die rather than let his family name be sullied through mud.
Grimclaw spoke. " I knew you were from the oldest families in existence. Look. You have the blood of the three of the greatest magical families. The last of the Peverells after marrying their heiress to the Potter family left their title to the most eligible Potter. There has never been one since the time of your forefather William Henry Potter. The man was the most powerful wizard to ever step foot on this planet.
He was a sight to see, with a staff in his hand. The most powerful magical focus in existence. He was a man who could slaughter armies together with his staff.
He was the reason your grandfather was so powerful. He too wielded the same staff. I had heard of an instance in which he battled twenty five death eaters single handedly and killed twenty four of them before he was caught by a killing curse from Corban Yaxley. The coward managed to sneak behind and caught your grandparents from the back. He was truly special, your grandfather. A true warrior, one of a kind." He said.
Harry felt his blood boil. He vowed to get back at that Yaxley guy. He will surely make him pay.
" How am I related to the Blacks sir??" He asked.
" Your grandfather married Dorea Black. A very sweet lady. She was an extraordinary healer and a very kind lady, but give her a wand and you will regret angering her. Your Grandfather was a tough bastard but he would cower in front of your grandma's wrath." He said with a chuckle.
Harry smiled. He already liked his grandparents even though he had never met them.
" What should I do now sir??" He asked.
" Claim your heirship today Heir Potter and then you can take your head of the house position on your birthday."
" Yes sir" he said.
"Let's go to your vault then Mr Potter." He said and led Harry to the carriages.
He was led to the deepest section of the bank. He heard a huge roar and came across a black dragon. It was humongous. It was jet black and extremely beautiful.
" The Egyptian Black dragon. The guardian of the Potter, Peverell Vaults. Go on, Harry. Let it judge you." Grimclaw instructed.
Harry swallowed and went and stood forward. The dragon sized him and went close to him. Harry felt like he was being inspected. The dragon grunted and bowed his head. Harry reached forward and stroked it's snout. Harry smiled.
" Thank you for guarding my heritage oh noble dragon. I will be forever indebted to you." He said. The dragon raised its head and allowed access for Harry.
Harry approached the vault door. He saw the crest of the Potter Family.
An Egyptian Black dragon in flight and below were the words ' Omnes draconis adorabunt' which means ' All will bow down to the dragon' his family motto.
Harry stroked the crest with adoration and fondness. The door opened with a grunt.
Harry's jaw dropped when he witnessed the contents in the vault. Heaps and heaps of gold, jewelry, armour, swords and Galleons. There were a lot of books and tomes. It truly was a sight to behold.
Harry walked in and immediately made his way to the portraits of his ancestors. There were a lot of them. The most important ones were two of them.
A very handsome man with aristocratic features and the classic Potter hair but was still smooth enough that he had pulled it and tied it to a pony. His eyes contained a glow of warmth and intelligence. His grandfather Charlus Potter. He touched the portrait of his grandfather and broke down crying. He cried for the family he lost, the family he never had the chance to get to know.
He then touched his grandmother's photo that was kept next to his grandfather. A very beautiful lady. Soft features and warm grey eyes.
He then looked at both his parents' photos, and started to cry again. It was too much for him to take. His entire heritage. A great house and family, reduced to only him. He vowed that he will bring the Potters to greatness again. He will make his House more powerful.
He turned towards the portrait of William Potter. Power coursed through him when he looked at his great great great great and so on grandfather.
Harry suddenly felt something powerful fill through him. He felt the urge to lift his hand. He did so and a metal rod smacked his hand with such force that almost made him fall over. He resisted and held onto the material. The next instant, power coursed through his veins. It was replaced with pain. Sheer agony. He screamed loudly. His head was becoming light but he didn't leave the metal rod.
Suddenly an unholy scream was heard and a black substance rose out of his forehead. He was losing his consciousness but could recognise the face of Tom. The last thing he saw was a brilliant golden beam striking Tom and destroying it to pieces.
He was overtaken by darkness.
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Harry woke up and he felt surprisingly energized. He felt pain in his body but he felt surprisingly complete. He stretched his arms and legs.
His clothes felt a bit tight for him. There was a mirror in front of him and he was shocked to see that he had filled out a bit. He was by no means properly nourished but was far from looking underfed now. He also has heightened a bit now. He looked like an average twelve year old boy.
Harry looked towards his side to see a golden glowing object. He summoned the object with a wave of his hand. The metal structure floated towards him. As soon as the metal touched his hand, it glowed brilliantly and vibrated.
Harry watched in awe and wonder as the metal extended to his chest height. The tip of the metal broadened a bit and the metal pricked his hand drawing blood. Harry didn't have time to heal when a brilliant white light emerged from the rod. When the light faded, on the top sat a majestic roaring Asiatic Lion, with glowing green eyes and a brilliant emerald in its wide opened mouth. The metallic body had changed from dark black to a mix of gold and black.
" The staff of William Potter," Harry said.
Harry took hold of his staff and pointed it at the trunk nearby. It explodes to pieces. Harry felt powerful with this object.
" It has chosen me." He thought. He would practice with it and train.
He took out his wand, but his wand felt dead. I was useless now to him. His wand usually gave him warmth. Now it lay idle.
He pocketed it back. He turned towards his staff. " I will make you proud grandfather", he said. He willed the staff to disappear, and it did disappear.
Harry looked around the room and saw certain trunks and a few very interesting books. He gathered the trunks and shrunk them. He then picked up the books and placed them in an empty trunk and shrunk it and pocketed it.
He looked around the vault further and came across the family ring. He went towards the ring and picked up the heir ring. He put it on his finger.
His mind was bombarded with certain information and knowledge.
A glow coursed through his body which left him feeling good.
Harry had the knowledge of the Potter properties and business and stuff.
He exited the vault to see Grimclaw waiting. " I am sorry for making you wait for this long master Grimclaw." He apologized with a bow.
" No problem, Heir Potter. I hope you have a good day." He said and escorted him out.
Harry reached outside the bank and with the help of the Heir ring, portkeyed to the main Potter properties.
" Potter Mansion" he said and disappeared to the destination.
TBC--
Hello Guys. As I said, I have started working on a new fic. I will be continuing with Back to the Beginning.
I will be writing both of them side by side.
I have thought of making this one a Harry Daphne/ Harry Fleur pairing. Right now I am thinking of pairing both of them.
Please review and give your opinion as well.
Stay Tuned--