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CHAPTER 3
TIME SKIP TO JULY 31st, HARRY IS 11
Harry sat in his cupboard under the stairs. He had made it somewhat habitable, even though it was still very cramped. He had built bookshelves in any space he could, as he refused to degrade himself to have to stack books on the floor. He only had one picture. It was of him and Alyssa, hugging at an ice-skating rink. It was the only photo that had ever been taken of him as far as he knew, and he didn't mind. He stared at the photo for a bit, smiling faintly, until he heard Uncle Vernon call his name.
"FREAK!" "Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry replied. "Go get the mail!" Vernon shouted back.
Harry quickly opened the door and saw the mail sticking out of the mailbox. He started rifling through it and was surprised when he saw a letter with his name written in script on it. "Maybe this is a birthday card," he thought. It seemed unlikely though, as he had never got one before, but tucked it in his pocket to open in the privacy of his cupboard anyway. He handed the mail to Vernon, who started rifling through it. Harry began to cook breakfast, a simple eggs and bacon arrangement. Dudley and Vernon mostly only ate the bacon, so he always made sure to make extra. He snuck a couple of strips in his pocket, as that could very well be his only meal that day. Once Harry had finished cooking, he went to his cupboard. He excitedly opened the letter, and it would have been the funniest thing he had seen in awhile, if he didn't know it was all true. Inside, the letter read this:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
Sets of plain work robes (black)
Plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
A pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
Winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Harry stared in disbelief for a second before bursting out laughing but muffling himself so the Dursleys wouldn't hear. "Happy Birthday to me!" he sang happily for the first time. He was finally going to HOGWARTS! He remembered it from overhearing his parents talk when he was little. He realized that this would mean that he would be in fourth year when his younger brother came into the picture, and maybe he could knock his parents down a couple of pegs before then.
He couldn't wait to tell Alyssa that they would be going together, as she would probably get a letter on her birthday too. Her birthday was a couple of weeks after his, so she should get it soon. Harry started to walk to the Surrey orphanage, where she now resided, ever since her parents kicked her out. He saw her walking down the street, and a smile lit his face. "Alyssa!" he shouted, causing her to jump. He waved the letter at her. "It came?!" she screeched. She ran to him and gave him a long hug, which he gladly returned. She was the only person who he didn't stiffen when touched.
"Congratulations!" she said. "Now you can finally confront your parents what dicks they've been!" "Ah yes. My schemes of world domination can finally come into fruition!" he cackled maniacally. Alyssa laughed and it was music to his ears. "We'll be going together. In a couple of weeks, you'll get the same letter, and we can go shopping."
TIME SKIP, 1 MONTH
For the first time in a month, he woke up with a spring in his step. Today was Alyssa's birthday, and she would get her letter today. He sprinted out the door before all the Dursley's woke up and ran to the orphanage.
Alyssa saw him and started running towards him with her letter in hand. Apparently, she had also woken up early in anticipation. "I got the Letter!" she said excitedly. Now they knew for sure that they would be in first year together, and that she would always be beside him in his conquest.
He said, "Why don't we go to Diagon Alley and go on a little birthday shopping trip?" She linked her arms through his, and they thought about the Leaky Cauldron in London. Suddenly, they were in an alley a couple of feet away from the grubby looking shack.
Once they got inside, a hunched over old man was looking at them with curious eyes.
"We don't like stares," said Harry, in a cold voice. The barkeeper quickly looked away and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Tom, and I run this joint. Would I be right to assume that you want to get into Diagon Alley?" "You assume correctly" said Alyssa, just as coldly as Harry. He led them to a stone archway and tapped his wand in a pattern that Harry made sure to memorize.
The stone archway started folding in on itself, and even Harry couldn't hold back in a gasp of surprise. There was so much magic in the air, Harry could feel it. By Alyssa's reaction, she also felt the surplus of magic in the air. There were multiple signs up advertising stores, but the place that caught Alyssa and Harry's attention the most was Gringotts. It was built like a mix between a massive villa, temple and castle, but out of marble, and it had a beautiful white shine to it that looked amazing on a sunny summer day.
Tom told them that they might want to head there to make sure if they had any money in it or not. The one thing that also caught Harry's attention was the crowd of reporters and civilians crowding around James, Lily, and Matthew Potter. Harry groaned, and Alyssa patted his arm reassuringly. "You knew you were going to have to confront them eventually," she said soothingly. "I know. But I thought I would have a couple of years until the day would come,"He said while scowling.
They began to briskly walk to the large marble castle. There was a little poem on the entryway, which had two small, strange looking creatures guarding it. He nodded respectfully towards them, and they allowed him entry.
The entryway was also made of marble, and it was probably the biggest room Harry or Alyssa had ever seen. 'It must be magically enhanced' thought Harry, because it didn't look THIS big from the outside. There were hundreds of tellers, counting gold coins. He walked up to the front desk, and after waiting in line for a couple of minutes, he was up. He saw the nameplate and said respectfully, "Good morning teller Griphook. I would like to see if me and my friend here have any money stored at this fine establishment." Griphook looked at Harry strangely for a second, confused at his politeness. Then he said, "Very well. Follow me." He led us through a door, and he sat at the desk. He then took out a piece of… was that parchment? 'The wizarding world is about a century behind!' Harry thought. Griphook gave Harry a knife, and said, "We only need one drop of your blood to continue. Just let it fall it over the parchment and we'll see who you are." Harry obliged, and words started appearing on the page.
HARRY JAMES POTTER
Father: James Charlus Potter
Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans
Grandfather, Paternal: Charlus Potter
Grandmother, Paternal: Dorea Potter
Maternal grandparents N/A, no magical signature
HEIR TO:
Most Ancient and Noble Houses: Potter, Black, Malfoy (though conquest), Evans, Slytherin (through conquest), Ravenclaw, Lestrange (through conquest).
Lesser houses: Carrow (through conquest), Dolohov (through conquest), Rosier (through conquest), Gaunt (through conquest).
TOTAL HOLDINGS:
50,000,000,000,000 galleons (about)
PROPERTIES:
Potter Manor, Black Manor, Malfoy Manor, Evans Estate, Slytherin Castle, Ravenclaw Island, Hogwarts (50%), and many more.
COMPANIES: 50% of wealth in Gringotts, 100% of Knockturn Alley
TITLES: Heir Potter, Heir Black, Heir Malfoy, Heir Evans, Heir Slytherin, Heir Ravenclaw, Heir Lestrange, Heir Carrow, Heir Dolohov, Heir Rosier (all titles can be switched to lord (except house potter and black) after coming of age, or in event that there are no other apparent heirs, 13 years old)
"Whew!" Exclaimed Harry, very surprised by the outcome. He understood Potter, Black, and Evans, but the rest? The only thing that it could mean was that since he had defeated Voldemort all those years ago, all of his titles went to him, and since all death eaters called him 'my lord', he had all of their titles. Harry had skimmed over the craziest part though.
"50 trillion galleons?! Is that even possible?" exclaimed Harry. Alyssa was chuckling softly. "What?" He asked. "Nothing. It's just that I've never seen you show your surprise so much before," she replied, continuing to chuckle to herself. "and you own half of Great Britain's wizarding wealth! I wonder how many strings we could pull" "quite a few" replied Griphook. "and I could help you with that, for a price."
Harry snorts. "there's always a price" Griphook gave them the first smile since they arrived at Gringotts. "you are going to make me rich, Heir Potter. By the way, we should really figure out what title you want to put on the forefront." Harry agreed. "what about Harry James Rosier? Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? I don't want to let Dumbledore know that I'm Ravenclaw-Slytherin yet though, he would probably try to manipulate me Into getting something for him" Harry and Alyssa both agreed, and Griphook said, "now that we're finished with you, Heir Rosier, should we begin with this young lady over here?" "sure" Alyssa replied. Griphook took out another identical sheet of parchment and placed it underneath Alyssa's outstretched hand. Griphook handed Alyssa a new knife, and she scratched herself with it, letting only one drop of blood come out. Then, like with Harry's, words immediately started appearing on the page.
ALYSSA ANNA BELISARIO
Parents: N/A because of no magical signature
Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa: John Edward Bellisario (closest magical relative)
Great-Great-Great-Great Grandma: Alice Jane Bellisario nee Montague (closest magical relative)
HEIR TO:
Extinct houses: Bellisario and Montague
WEALTH:
10,000,000 Galleons
PROPERTIES: Montague Manor, Bellisario Castle
TITLES: Lady Montague, Lady Bellisario
"I didn't know that I had magical relatives" Alyssa said in shock. "well, it looks like we're both rich now" whispered Harry, while hugging Alyssa. "this is more money than either of us has ever seen in our lives" she replied, a smile lighting her face.
"we'll make the most of it" Harry said with a smile of his own. Griphook watched this interaction in amusement, before saying, "ahem! We still have to discuss which titles you wish to claim lord and ladyships to now" "I wish to claim all of them, although I doubt that I can claim Potter and Black now, as there are still living family members." Said Harry, and Griphook replied, "you would assume correctly. Until you are thirteen, you can claim all lordships but Potter, Black, and Evans. Evans because you're mother is still living"
"now you, Heir Bellisario-Montague are the heir to two very old and powerful families. They ruled continents for a long time, before being defeated and overthrown in an uprising. They ruled Magical Europe side by side for about 500 years in medieval times. Your name would have a lot of sway within the Wizingamot, Wizarding Britain's government, and even in the ICW, or the international confederation of wizards, the international magical government." Griphook explained.
"Wow. I thought my parents hated magic because it was freakish, but maybe it was because they don't have it themselves."
Griphook took out a box and opened it. "these are all of the Heir Rings that you can claim today. For Mr. Rosier, we have the Rosier, Potter, Black, Lestrange, Malfoy, Evans, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Carrow, Dolohov, and Riddle." Harry put the rings on, and one by one, they accepted him. "Now, on your fifteenth birthday you can claim all of these lordships except for Potter, Black, and Evans. Should we do you now, Heir Bellisario-Montague?" "sure" said Alyssa. Griphook took out another box, this one smaller, and took out the Bellisario and Montague rings. Alyssa put them on her fingers, and they accepted her as the Heir. "same with you, Heir Bellisario-Montague. You can claim your ladyships when you are fifteen years old."
They went down to their vaults and took some money out, and with a small portion of their newfound wealth in one bag, they started their shopping day.
"Now" "what would you like to get first?" asked Harry, and with a shrug, Alyssa opened her shopping list. "how bout we get the wand done with? It's also right in front of us, see the sign? Olivander's: making fine wands for a VERY long time" "sure" Harry replied. So, with that, they walked into Olivander's, looking around in the musty and dark space. There was no one at the counter, so Harry called out, "Hello? Mr. Olivander?" then, just out of the darkness, a very old man appeared. "Ah, customers. Now who might you two be? I remember every wand I've sold and no one looking like you should be buying wands right now." Harry coldly replied, "you might not know me, but you have probably heard of my brother, Matthew Potter?" Olivander's face lit up in recognition. "I yes. I see it now. The long forgotten eldest son to Lily and James Potter. We haven't heard anything about you since that day ten years ago." "you wouldn't have. My parents made me live with muggles." Harry's voice stayed as cold as ever. "who are you?" Olivander asked, nodding to Alyssa. Imitating Harry's tone, she said, "Alyssa Anna Bellisario"
Olivander's eyes widened at the name and gave a quick bow. "well, can I assume that you are both here for your wands? Ladies first, if you are OK with that, Heir Potter?" "yes, that's fine." Harry replied, inwardly smirking at Olivander's show of respect at Alyssa's name. "very well then, lets get started." He took out a measuring tape and tossed it in the air. It started measuring all possible measurements of Alyssa's body, and this seemed to mean something to Olivander.
He went to a shelf and picked a wand off. "try this one. Alder wood, Dragon Heartstring core, 11 inches, and good for dark magic" Alyssa gave the wand a little wave. A moment later, the front desk exploded with a bang! Olivander clucked. "no, not that one. Maybe this, Acacia wood, 13 inches, and my only wand with a veela hair core. The veela that gave me her hair said to only give this wand to someone who is a fellow veela, and I suspect it might work for you. It is powerful for those loyal to those who are worthy, and the strong willed" Alyssa gave this wand a wave, and it immediately responded with white sparks shooting out almost with glee. Olivander clapped "Bravo! Bravo! It feels good when your hunches are right, doesn't it?" "what does being a veela mean?" asked Alyssa. Olivander replied, "well in short, veela are beautiful magical creatures, not fully human, and have the ability to send men into a lust-filled trance with their allure. Only those with the strongest will or occlumency skills can withstand it. Normally, a veela would start showing the effects at around 15 years old, so it would explain why you haven't noticed yet."
"all of the boys will be drooling over you in fourth year" chuckled Harry. "this means that I'll just have to work on occlumency so that I can block out your allure so I'm not drooling as well" Alyssa nodded. "I can't have my only friend drooling over me, now can I?" "no, you can't" said Harry.
"do you wish to go now, Mr. Potter?" "sure." Olivander took Harry's measurements, and when to the shelves. "let's try this one, shall we?" Olivander handed Harry a wand. "Holly wood, Phoenix feather core, 11". This is meant for your brother, as the core is brother to You-Know-Who's wand, but it might accept you" Harry gave it a wave, and the wand EXPLODED in his hand! Olivander gasped a bit in surprise, ad said, "not to worry. Not to worry. What about this one, Acacia wood, 13", and my only Thestral hair core." Harry gave it a wave, and the air turned cold. Fear washed over Olivander, and even Alyssa, and they both shuddered. The only one who was unperturbed was Harry, who grinned, and said, "I think this one likes me" Olivander shuddered again, now showing actual fear. Harry and Alyssa each got their own wand holsters, payed, and left Olivander's to keep on shopping. Olivander's had taken up more time than anticipated, and it was already one o'clock by the time they were done.
They decided to get some ice cream, as they had had a late breakfast. Then, they went to Flourish & Blotts, to get their schoolbooks. Harry also picked up a few books on wizarding culture and occlumency, to study in his free time. Since he would be the lord of many influential houses one day, he needed to know the culture. They then proceeded to get their cauldrons, and robes. At Madam Malkin's, Harry and Alyssa were in separate dressing rooms when a blond haired aristocratic looking boy came in. He stuck his hand out to Harry. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy. Who are you?" Harry smirked inwardly. "you say that you are Heir Malfoy? Then what does this Heir ring on MY finger prove? Can there be TWO heirs to a Most Ancient and Noble House? No? didn't think so. Now, reintroduce yourself to your betters, Mr. Heir to nothing" Malfoy spluttered for a bit, then regained his composure. "My Lord, name is Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. If I may be so bold, how did you become Heir Malfoy?" "well you see, my dear Draco, I defeated your father's Master when I was a baby and claimed all of his titles" Draco gave a little gasp of surprise. "you're Matthew Potter? I thought he was younger?" "not quite. Guess again, my Dragon."
Draco took a breath. "well, if you're not Matthew, then there is only one person you can be. The long-forgotten brother, Harry Potter. But that doesn't make any sense. Matthew Potter defeated the Dark Lord, not Harry." Harry clucked. "wrong again, dear dragon. My dear brother is riding on unwarranted fame, fame that should be mine. I have lived with muggles since I was four years old, abandoned by my parents so they could focus on training Matthew." Malfoy spat in disgust. "that is no way to treat an heir to your house. They should be thrown in jail for that crime." "I wholeheartedly agree, but they were riding on newfound fame, so no one questioned them. Now, it is my turn, and I will stop at nothing to get revenge on this world. Now are you with me, my little Dragon?" before Draco could respond, Madam Malkin came in. "alright Mr. you're all done. Your friend should also be done shortly." When Alyssa came out, he couldn't deny that she looked beautiful in her new robes. She linked her arm through Harry's, and they started to one of their manors. They would never go back to the orphanage or the Dursleys again.
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