Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto and Harry Potter. But I can claim that this fanfiction idea is mine.
Author's note: I don't know when will it crossed with Naruto but bear with me, kay? In my 3rd fic I posted: Copycat Bloodline, I write that I'm having problem with copying the reviews so I could watch them on my computer at home and edit the next chapter for the reply. Well, I succeed on copying it, the problem was that I have to copy each review each (and I have to write the person that reviewed my story on my own). That kinda sucked, you know. Especially since I have to pay the fee for internet, uh…let's see…the exchange rate…almost half a dollar (American dollar) per hour. If it continued, I'll broke! Any solution?
Chapter TwoInheritance
"Just why all of this always happened to me?" Harry said for the twentieth time in an hour. "I'm screwed." He slapped his forehead. He lingered the place where his thunderbolt scar was placed before. He couldn't believe that it was gone. He didn't know whether it was good or not. Sure it was nice that he got rid of the curse scar, but at the same time there would be nothing to connect him to Tom. Which means he couldn't get any information anymore if what Dumbledore, the old coot, said about his scar being his link with the evil wizard was true.
He sighed heavily. There was no way he let the magical society knew about his 'change'. They would say that he was the next dark lord yada yada. Should he tell Dumbledore? Nah, he would use this for his own advantage. Lupin? No, he was one of the order members, beside he wasn't even that close with him to tell such a secret. Hermione? She would tell Dumbledore… Ron? Ugh… he knew that he just couldn't trust Ron with this kind of secret. He was practically a walking blabbering mouth even if he didn't mean it. He loved Hermione and Ron dearly but this was just a kind of secret they didn't need to know. Not to mention they would get freaked out. No one could help him which means he needed no one to know about what happened.
Harry stared at his reflection. He grew a foot just in one night… There was no way it could happen. Oh yeah he forgot. Magic. That was the only explanation he could have. His magic had something to do with it.
He groaned when he realized that there was no way he could get out with his new feature. The order would suspect it. They wouldn't recog…nize him at all… Which meant that no one would know that he was Harry Potter. Which meant that it was… perfect! He could go wherever he want.
The only problem was his eyes. It didn't look like human eyes. Maybe he could buy a contact lens for it. He had some muggle and wizard money and it was enough to buy the lens with it. He didn't need to live in privet drive anymore. He could just make a living out there. He would deal with Voldemort when he was ready. For that he needed money, which meant: time to take a trip to Gringotts.
He grinned as he exchanged glances with his owl pet. He opened his trunk and took out his invisibility cloak. He snatched his wand from the table and got all of his money. First he would go to a nearby optic shop.
Harry exited the store with a smile plastered on his face. He now had a pair of blue eyes. When the one who served him asked out of curiosity about his cat like eyes he told him that he was wearing special lens and he just swallowed up his story. Then he bought blue jeans and black shirt for he wore. He dumped Dursley's hand me down clothes to a trash bin with a relief smile.
He sneaked back to privet drive 4 silently under the cloak. It was fortunate that it was not Moody's shift right now. He couldn't afford being seen with his magical eyes. He went to his room and took the Gringotts key and another cloak. He wore it under the invisibility cloak and went to the park. He folded his father's cloak and lifted up his wand to the sky. A bus popped out with a bang. It was the knight bus.
"Where to?" it was Stan who asked him. The man observed him with an interest. Harry didn't put on his hood so Stan could see his face.
"Leaky Cauldron. How much?" He entered the bus.
"Seven sickles. I would give you a hot chocolate for 5 knuts." Harry handed him seven sickles and went to the back without worry being recognized especially since there was no passenger at all.
"Hey, sir, I have never met you before this. What's your name?" Stan asked curiously.
"Will Turner" Harry answered quickly. He got the name from the Pirate of Caribbean's character he watched (he hid when he saw Dudley played the movie).
"My name's Stan. If you need my help just call me, Mr. Turner." 'Will' nodded as he leaned his head to the window. Stan still stared at him.
"Is there something wrong with my face?" Harry asked irritably.
"N-no, just it is not everyday I have such a handsome lad as a passenger. I almost believe that you're the male version of veela ," he stuttered. Harry's cheek tinged with pink colour. He REALLY did change, not that his former face ugly of course.
"Just don't stare at me anymore. I am not comfortable," he said. Stan nodded dumbly and went back to the front. After that the bus stopped 3 times to pick the passengers. The fourth time it stopped, Harry leaved the bus with another man who obviously also headed to Leaky Cauldron.
All eyes turned to him when he opened the entrance but he ignored them. He went to the Diagon Alley and headed straight to Gringotts. There he called to the nearest goblin and handed him the key. The goblin put the key in a device and not long after he frowned.
"I believe that there's something wrong here, Mr. …," he trailed off.
"Potter," Harry said not too loudly so no one heard it except the goblin. His eyes widened, he clearly wasn't convinced with it. He motioned him to follow him. Harry sighed but alas he followed him.
"I need to confirm that you're the real man. Put a drop of your blood here, please." He gave him a goblin shaped stone when they entered a room. Harry raised his eyebrow but he complied.
He bit his finger ignoring the visible dagger in the table and dropped a blood on the stone. The stone glowed green and soon some letters materialize out of thin air. It read: Harry James Potter, son of James Brian Potter and Lily Adriana Potter (Evans).
"It appears that you're indeed Mr. Potter then." He didn't ask why he looked different but Harry knew that he was curious.
'Must be the goblin ethic,' Harry reasoned.
"The head of Gringotts wants to see you to talk about a certain will of your godfather and your parents. We wanted to send you a letter regarding this soon, but since you came here that wouldn't be necessary." He led Harry to a room.
Harry narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. The will of Sirius and his parents? The goblin opened the door and motioned him to enter.
In front of him was what you could say a VERY old goblin. He (or she? Harry doesn't know, but he thought it was a he. Is there even female goblin?) looked up to Harry from the pile of papers in front of him. He adjusted his tiny glass and motioned the other goblin to get out of the room. His eyebrow arched a little when the goblin saw his appearance, but quickly replaced by professional mask.
"Sit down, Mr.Potter, there's a matter to discuss with you about your godfather's fortune…and your family's." Harry sat across him and put up the impassive mask. "My name is Brundel, I'm in charge with large dealings such as this in this bank. Let's see…" he began to rummage the papers and after awhile took a parchment and a letter. He handed the letter to him.
Harry was eyeing the letter with a frown. "As you know, your godfather died recently. He sent 2 letters to me, one which I just gave to you. In his will he leaved you all of his fortune including money and all of Black's assets. His cousin, Narcissa Black or Malfoy right now, has demanded a share of it, but since the letter was clearly mentioning that you're his heir and you were given all of the Black family' assets and fortunes, she didn't have any right." Harry seethed with anger thinking that how awful she was to think she had any right with Sirius' fortune. Of course he didn't care about the fortune, but giving it to a Malfoy was definitely not a good idea whether it was in the future or now.
"These are the documents about everything that Black family owned," Brundel put a stack of paper in his desk, which was rather high, Harry observed.
"All of this?" Harry asked disbelievingly. Brundel nodded.
"And there's something else we need to discuss. This is about Potter's wealth," he said.
"You mean about my vault?"
"No, that's only for your education funds. You don't think that a respectful and old family like Potter only have that much money, do you?"
"Actually…I do." Harry's cheek was a bit pink.
The goblin's eyes narrowed at this. "Didn't Mr. Dumbledore already told you about your inheritance?"
"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.
"Mr. Dumbledore should have told you since he was the appointed guardian for your trust fund," Harry was fuming inwardly. How dare the old coot hide something like these from him? The nerve of that gramps…
"It seems that he didn't tell you. Well, back to the point. You should get your inheritance when you're 18, but since Mr. Black as your godfather died, according to the ancient laws you'll get your inheritance at 16. I know that you're still 15, but you'll be 16 years old in a few days and since you have come here I'll give you your inheritance now." Harry drilled the information to his brain.
He gave Harry a medium size golden box. Harry gave him a questioning stare. "Put your finger, preferably thumb to the crest and it will open for you only, as you're the only remaining Potter." Harry complied; the box glowed for a moment and later a 'click' sound was heard. Harry opened it. On it was several winged keys AN: No, it's not the winged key that could fly in the Philosopher's Stone just a key with a wing sculpted. I make that vault no. 1-100 are winged keys while others are normal gold key .
"The Potter separated their vaults according to what it keeps, example the key with no.13 engraved on it will give you access to vault 13 which holds jewels, magical or not, no.14 and 12 holds money, no.15 and 17 holds magical and enchantment things, but magical stones goes to vault 13 and also weapons there, no. 16 holds literature much like library. Your parents also had…daily funds, as you like to call it, in vaults no. 777. It's not only keeping money on it but also many else. I don't know the detail but you can see it in the vaults 777's catalogue." Brundel told him.
"Catalogue?" Harry inquired, as he hasn't heard any of it.
"The vault catalogue listed the property on the vaults. It is placed in every vault here. You can bring home the catalogue if you like. It will be replaced automatically. Now about the Black's wealth…" he handed him another box similar like the first just that it has different crest on it. "Since you was named as the heir of the Black's family, the box will respond to you. You can say that your full name is Harry James Black-Potter now," Brundel gave him a slight smile. "Vault 22, 24 and 11. Black family didn't separate their wealth like Potter. Mostly it was money or jewelries on the vault. If I'm not wrong they kept the literatures in the Black Manor and some other houses. Any other question?"
"Yes. Does Dumbledore know about this meeting?"
"I don't know, Mr.Potter. Maybe he does, or he doesn't. He only has guardianship over your trust fund and that's only after you're eleven before you control it fully. We don't send him any notice about the meeting. Would you like him to know?"
"NO!" he shouted. "Ugh… I mean, no! I don't want him to know about any of this, though I suspect he already know about it." Brundel heard the bitterness on his client's voice but wisely kept quiet.
"Very well then. Do you want to discuss about your inheritance right now or maybe some other days?"
"Another day I think. I needed to buy some things first. But I'd like to go to my vaults to see them." The old goblin nodded and called a goblin to escort him. Harry said his thanks and leaved the room with his escort.
"Which vault?" he heard him asked.
"Uh, no. 13-17, 777 and 1034 AN: I don't know Harry's vault number, so I make it myself " The goblin eyes widened an inch but complied with his wish.
Unlike his first trip, he actually felt thrilled when they traveled with the Gringotts' cart. He loved the speed and how the wind seemed to caress his face. Though he didn't like when he noticed his hair became quite ruffled making it messier than usual, though quidditch also has the same effect on his hair.
The 1st vault they dropped was 1034, his vault. Doing the procedure and Harry leaved the vault with a full bag of money. Vault no. 777 has much more money than 1034 but there was nothing special on it. Harry spent most of his time in vault no. 16, quickly thanking the catalogue he brought for there was no way he could examine the books one by one just in a day. He took some books from it. He spent some time in vault 15 and 17 which looked more like huge weapon rooms than anything because most of the enchanted things there, were weapons. There were also non-enchanted weapons there. He inspected the other vaults in a flash since they only held money and gems. After a ride of seeing dragons and many curves later, they resurfaced to the main hall of the bank.
"Can I take things from my vaults without being here every time?" Harry asked.
"What things? Money or the others?" the goblin replied.
"Both," he answered curtly.
"For money there's the money bag for wizard money and credit card plus identity card for muggle version. For other things… well you need to ask for Gringotts calph, a stone which will identified your key. To activate it you need the calph to be keyed for you only for first time. Put one of your keys then put a paper where you write what you need and which vault and touched it to the calph. The goblin here will be notified and we'll send it with owl post. But I have to say that there's a risk where the owl can be intercepted. Since you're such a high position client I have no doubt you can get the calph easily. If you want to we can make the arrangement now," he told.
Harry was awed. The goblins were really into their bank business. Money bag, credit card, Gringotts calph were a good idea, though he didn't like the sound that the owl could be intercepted. Harry nodded with a smirk. "I'd like to make the arrangement."
An hour later Harry exited the building with a grin. He decided to go to Madame Malkin first since he desperately needed new clothes, a whole wardrobe, robes and muggle clothes. He preferred to buy the muggle ones in London then in Madam Malkin though. Along the way many people especially women stared at him which he found annoying, but he tried to ignore it.
"Welcome to our shop. May I help you?" Madam Malkin asked after she finished gawking the young man before her. He was a pure perfection for a man.
"Yes, I'd like to buy a full set of wardrobe." He was then ushered by her to the back room.
2 hours later he breathed a sigh of relief in front of the robe store wearing one of his new robes. Thankfully Madam Malkin has charmed his purchases if not he was sure that he would have trouble bring all of them. He was suck at choosing clothes but he had her to choose for him.
He decided to booked a room in leaky Cauldron, put his purchases and went back shopping. The Dursleys wouldn't miss him, beside he has left a letter informing them that he would go for days, not that they cared. And the next sending letter to the order will be the next 2 days so he has no need to worry of them searching for him. Not that they could recognize him with his new appearance. Even his magical signature started to change. He just wondered how something like this could happen.
He would go back to Privet Drive until he finished all of the preparation.
"I want to booked a room, please." Harry asked Tom the bartender.
"Of course. Please write your name here, sir," Harry picked the quill and wrote down 'Will Turner'.
"How much for a night? I need a single room"
"That will be 15 sickles," Harry handed him the money. Tom then showed him to his room. "This is the room, Mr. Turner. Just call me if you need something with the bell in the desk," Harry nodded and opened the door.
Harry put down all of his belongings in the right side of the bed and walked out of the room after he locked the door. He went downstairs and handed the key to Tom.
"I'll go for awhile," he informed him briefly. Harry was glad that he left his owl in Privet Drive (he let go of Hedwig from her cage of course and let the window opened a little) since she was easy to be spotted.
He entered Flourish and Blotts. There he got books mainly rune, DADA, charm, and transfiguration. Since he hadn't had the booklist yet, he didn't buy potion books. Mainly because he didn't think he would get into Potion NEWT's anyway. He didn't care anymore if he couldn't be an auror, he hated the ministry's cocky officers so why would he wanted to serve those bastards?. He would get the other books after he got his booklist. He thought to drop the Divination and took the rune, but the idea seemed to crash when he remembered he wasn't even looking like his former self anymore and as such people would bound to suspect of an unfamiliar person in Hogwarts. 'So much for an idea…'
"That would be 56 galleons, 11 sickles and 20 knuts," the shopkeeper muttered as he charmed the bag.
His next stop was Luggage For All. He needed to buy a new trunk preferably like Moody had. His old trunk wouldn't be enough to carry all of his belongings. When he bought the trunk he dumped all of his books in the sixth section. He shrunk the trunk (there's shrink charm on the trunk so Harry didn't need to use magic) and went toward Leaky Cauldron where the entrance to London should be. He ate in Leaky Cauldron before going to London. He dropped his robe in his rent room and only wore his muggle clothes.
Harry entered a store not far from the bar. He was helped by a girl who was—much to his dismay—goggling at him all the time but very good at picking clothes. Since he couldn't perform magic and that there was no way he could dump all of the clothes to his trunk in front of her, he had no choice but to grab all of the bags himself. He was surprised when he could lift it easily. Even with bags in both of his hand his movement wasn't hindered.
When he was out of the store he entered a dark alley and after he checked that no one around him he enlarged the trunk and dumped all the clothes. He decided to go for a walk in London afterall it wasn't everyday he could do whatever he wanted. He decided to have fun for the rest of the day.
He wore his new black hat and blue jacket and tied his hair. He was against cutting his silver hair since he liked it. He grinned happily. He was going to have fun and he had 5 hours till dawn to spend.
When he went back to his room, Harry didn't feel as tired as he thought. Heck! He didn't even feel tired in the slightest. He wondered how his pet was doing right now, but shook his thought as he assured himself that she was okay. He sat on the corner of his bed and picked his wand.
"Damn! I forget to buy a new wand! Oh well, I could do it tomorrow," he laid his body and put the wand away on the desk. All thought about food was forgotten as he slept peacefully.
Dreams
"Aniki" a voice called him. Harry glance at the source of it. He gaped and became speechless when he saw who or to be exact what it was. A huge orange fox as huge as the snake in his previous dream stared at him. He wondered why instead of scared he felt warm. The fox looked kind of familiar to him.
Unconsciously he mouthed the word inside his head, "Hikaru…"
Then suddenly he was assault by memories. Memories of battles, wars, his little brother, of shinobis, and many more that made his head spin.
End Dreams
In the real world, Harry was screaming in pain. Thankfully all of the rooms in Leaky Cauldron were under silence charm, so no one heard all of the commotion. His eyes snapped open and widened as another person's memories invaded his brain.
An hour later it was over as the young wizard panted heavily. Sweats dripped from his body, but there was a smile plastered on his face. He chuckled slowly at first then became a full-blown laughter when he at last realized that the memories he got wasn't from another person.
It was his. His memory before his reincarnation as a human… He opened his mouth revealing his newborn fangs.
Yes…he wasn't human in his former life. He was from the ninetails clan. He was the silver fox demon named Ashura…
TBC………….
I kinda decide to make it quick seeing that I've got mid test next week. Oh, how I hate my life. In my fic, Kyuubi's true name is Hikaru. I chose that name simply because I was obsessed by Hikaru no Go.
I myself wondered how this story would turn out to be. Oh well, just forget it. But don't forget to review me, kay! See you in the next chap. Ja ne.
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NarutoAndHinata : Thank you. And I'm surprised that you and Yum2 make me as your favourite author. It is an honour. Especially since I have only posted 2 stories when you list me as your fav author. I'm happy you like both HPN crossover stories.
Yum2 : Thanks. Well, I have updated it and it is longer, what do you think? Thanks for making me your fav author.