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Summary: Post OOTP Harry is in for the change of a life thanks to his magical inheritance. He is in a school place of ancient power that secret's can destroy his life.

A/N:

Word written italics are thoughts

Word written in handwriting-semi handwriting are written letters

" " Indicates speech

And the rest is normal

 Means new time place, letter being read or person's view

Parsletounge will be written like this

A Painful Beginning

On July 31st the morning was basked in an unusual glow. The sky was coloured a bright red from the sunrise. Above this a large full moon hung in the sky. The mysterious thing about this moon is the fact that it was completely white. In the Ancient Egyptian religion this meant that it was a time for change.

Harry Potter (The Boy-Who-Lived) snored softly into the side of his pillow. He had spent the entire day before sitting in his room counting down the time until it was his sixteenth birthday. It was a bit depressing that he wasn't going to receive any gifts because of his Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had forbidden him receiving any mail of any kind for it may reveal his location to the Dark Lord, Voldemort. It had been six years since he had a birthday where he didn't get any gifts from his friends. For the ten of his first eleven birthdays he hadn't received a single gift because of his relatives he lived with, the Dursleys. The fact that he was a wizard unnerved them and so they treated him cruelly. His hidden heritage had been revealed to him thankfully by Rubeus Hagrid who had come and rescued him.

Harry had awoken by the loud and hooting of his pet owl/mail-carrier Hedwig. He got out of his bed wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else. He opened the blinds in his room opened his widow and breathed in the cool scent of a beautiful morning. He turned and was about to sit down when he felt a huge itch in his shoulder blades. He reached his arm behind his back and scratched at what felt like a scab. That's weird I don't remember that before. Before he could finish his were interrupted by a fountain of pain that erupted from where he had just scratched. The pain he was feeling was the worse than anything he had ever experienced before. It was a million times worse than what he had experienced when Voldemort tortured him in his fourth year at Hogwarts with the Crutias Curse. It felt as though he was being stabbed, burned, punched and cursed all at the exact same time in the exact same places. Harry began to feel his awareness' leave him his vision was swimming as all the colors in his room swam and began to merge until he was engulfed in total darkness.

When Harry regained consciousness he started to wonder what had happen to him. What the hell was that? Why is it that I woke up on my Sixteenth Birthday this happened? Was it some kind of weapon that Voldemort has? I wonder if Dumbledore knew about this?

He stood up suddenly and began to feel weak-headed like he had lost a lot blood. He staggered to a chair by his hand-me down desk. As Harry wondered about what the possibly could have happened he glance down at his bed and was shocked by what he saw. On his bed was an enormous amount of blood. There must have been a litre or two of blood there. He breathed in a few long breaths to make sure that he had strength and stood up and checked to see from where he had lost a large amount blood. He searched his body and instead of finding al large gash as he had expected he found a fluffy thing sticking out of his back.

He had to see what it was that was hanging out of his back. He had to find a mirror. This was challenge for Harry for he wasn't allowed to have a mirror in his room by his relatives. Stupid idea, though Harry, What Do they think I'm going to do? Use to mirror to kill them all in their sleep? Harry opened his room ands sneakily snuck his way to the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door and slipped in quickly and locked the door behind him. He didn't want to have his relatives freaking out at him for going through his mysterious changes. He gazed in the mirror and barely managed to suppress a yell of surprise. Before today if Harry had looked into a mirror he would have a pale, short, skinny, runt of a kid who had untamed jet-black hair, emerald green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. But the being that stare right back into the mirror was about as opposite as possible, he had deep brown skin that would have been natural in Northern Africa. His former emerald green eyes were changed completely; the irises of his eyes were completely gold and his pupil was completely white which gave a peculiar look to it. The weirdest thing about his eyes was is that they looked as if they had belonged by a tiger. Where before his hair had been jet-black hair and was always messy it was white and fell straight down his back. The thing startled Harry the most was what was protruding out of his back. He had a pair of wings; they were completely white and feathered like the angles that are seen on Television and on paintings. One of the most pleasing things about his transformation is that he had gained an enormous amount of muscle. He had also grown many inches and now stood at 6 foot three.

Harry slipped back into his room sat down on his bed and thought of what he could do. If only Sirius were here now. The thought of Sirius' death brought a few tears to Harry's eyes. It had only been a short time since Sirius had died. It had been harder for him than other people because Sirius had been Harry like a father to Harry since had met him in his third year. His cousin Bellatrix Lestrange had killed him. Harry still felt responsible because there was trap made so he could get a prophecy and unfortunately he had foolishly fallen for it and the result was Harry's Godfather's death. Suddenly there was a hoot from his window. Harry strode over to the windowsill and let the owl in. The letter that was addressed to him was written a professional way.

Dear Mr. Harold Jamison Potter,

I am writing you this letter as I, Ironaxe, President of Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London, England wish to speak to today. I wish to speak to you immediately about your coming of age. Usually the wizarding age for an adult is seventeen, but in your case as you are the sole-remaining family member of the Potter lineage you are legally an adult at a younger age of sixteen. This is Law C 468.9 which was instated in 1874 if you wished to know. To reach me the owl that bore your letter is wearing a pendant chained around his neck of two axes on a red and background. Tap this pendant and say "Asparagus are actually beans." This will take you immediately to you my private office.

Sincerely,

Ironaxe the Brave

P.S. The sooner we meet would be beneficial for both of us.

P.P.S. This letter will burn up in exactly one minute.

Harry gazed at his letter in wonder. Was that the real reason why this Ironaxe wished to talk to him or was it a ruse so because he knew of Harry's transformation. For about the millionth time Harry cursed whoever or whatever had caused this transformation. Then he realized what was happen he dashed over to his bed table and pushed the soon-to-be-burning-letter in a glass of water. Harry the pondered on a decision and finally decided that he would only have to meet the goblin. He searched his room for the outfit that was the most appropriate for the occasion. The outfit he picked out once belonged to his fat and obnoxious cousin Dudley. He got dressed in a pair of elegant black jeans and was about to put on a shirt when he realized that he could do to the fact his wings were too big for the shirt. He angrily thought. Damn why can't you wings go away? To his amaze his wings painfully shrunk until they were unobvious he then pulled on a black flannel shirt. He gracefully walked over to the bird that delivered the letter from Gringotts and saw that a chain was around the bird's neck held the pendant that was his portkey and recited the phrase that Ironaxe said that would activate the portkey.

"Asparagus are actually bean." Harry finished reciting the phrase and immediately felt the sudden jerk in his navel as he was magically transported from his relative's house in Surrey to his bank in London.

Harry suddenly landed after what seemed like an infinite and almost fell over. He stood up and immediately felt the coolness of a blade pressed against his throat.

"Tell me who you are and what you did do with Harry Potter!" Was whispered by Harry's assailant who had the voice one would expect from a malicious and cold-blooded killer. Harry felt his panic level growing as second by second passed. He tried to calm himself using the technique he had seen when he was younger while his aunt was trying to do yoga from an infomercial she had been watching on T.V. He breathed in slowly a few times and he felt his wings grow. He concentrated on them growing out in as if they were fired out of a cannon. All of a sudden his wings exploded from his back and in the process they flew out and hit his attacker throwing him across the room. He spun away and his eyes immediately sought out the being that had attacked him. Instinctively his newly-acute hearing picked out a tiny sound as if someone clothes were shifting on the ground. He saw that in a corner there lay his attacker was on his knees with his forehead pressed against his head.

"What are you doing there kneeling on the ground? Stand up and face me!" He commanded of his former-assailant. The former-assailant stood up but refused to look Harry in the eye.

"I cannot do that djinni, it would deepen my disrespect." The attacker said, his voice showing a hint of sadness, guilt and remorse. "I attacked a being of your stature."

Harry managed to get a good look at the being that had attacked him. When the realization of who was speaking to Harry, finally dawned on him he gasped with shock. "Wait a minute, your Ironaxe!" The goblin that was being so humble in front of Harry was indeed one of the most powerful goblins in the world and most power in Britain.

"Umm…Mr. Ironaxe can we sit down? I think that it would be better if we discussed my early coming of age before we discuss what has happened between us right now." Harry asked/commanded of Ironaxe while he seated himself in a chair.

"Mr. Potter?" Asked Ironaxe in a hesitant voice, "I sent you that message not only for that reason but because I was compelled to by a dream and in my dream our ancestral totem and it spoke a prophecy to me.

As the seventh month dies…

One who like his parents…

Has defied the evil reborn thrice…

He has been marked by lightning…

And become what was once lost…

And he will fulfill what his ancestors set out to do…

He will restore the world to order…

I realized by 'He who is marked by lightning' that the person who this spoke of must be you but I never realized that it meant that you would become the revered Djinn. I then researched anything that I could find from numerous Ancient Egyptian manuscripts and it said that they lived on the mythical island called Atlantis that was off present day Egypt. They were considered to be the most powerfully magical being in existence even more than Dragons. Over two thousands years ago their island mysteriously vanished and they were never seen again. They are thought to be what we call High Elves and but as we can see they differ. To most people they are though to be less than a myth. I must assume that an ancient ancestor of yours must have been a djinni and the gene has lain dormant in you for many years." Ironaxe finished his lecture to Harry about

"So you had a dream about me that told a prophecy. Harry asked Ironaxe and realized, that prophecy is almost the exact same as the Professor Dumbledore told about a few weeks ago. "So you invited me to talk to you so that you could what?"

"Well Mr. Potter it is true you have officially come of your age earlier because of your family's need for a Lord of the family. I must give you the two items that show you're your status as the lord of your family. The first item I must give you is your signet ring. Your signet ring bears the Potter family crest and it has numerous protection spells and charms around that the bearer and it can help to mimic the abilities of a metamorphous. I must also give you the Potter necklace. It always given to the wife of the Lord of the line, the last woman who wore it was your mother. It has the same protective charms and spells but it can help to improve ones image it has a sort of glamour spell on it."

Ironaxe took them out of a carefully wrapped package and pulled out the necklace and ring. He motioned for Harry to hold out his right hand and place the ring upon his index finger. Immediately after the ring was placed upon Harry's finger glowed.

"Let I pronounce you as Lord Harold Jamison Potter!" Ironaxe finished in a booming voice.

"Ironaxe why did the ring just glow like that and how do I make myself morph with the help of the ring?"

"Well my Lord, the answer to your first question is that the ring glowed because it has now bonded with your magic which means that it now is connected to your magic and how it can only be worn by you and it can tell for the magic of everyone is unique. And secondly all you have to do is concentrate on your image and try to manipulate your identity and it should happen. It is limited though and if it is not used usually it becomes harder to do I believe that Merlin had almost the true powers of a metamorphous."

Harry interrupted Ironaxe with a question of his own. "Wait a minute… Are you saying that Merlin was an ancestor of mine? And why wasn't I informed of this?"

Ironaxe answered his question with a puzzled look upon his face. "You mean you never knew? Albus Dumbledore came to visit us only a few days after he became your legal guardian asking questions about whether or not you had any powerful ancestors and it turned out that you had only one two because Merlin and Morgan Lee Fay who where brother and sister."

"So you're saying that the most powerful wizards and one of the most powerful witches of all history are my ancestors! And Dumbledore has known for over ten years and he never told me?"

"Lord Potter can we get back to what is important here? You presently are in control of numerous accounts and now have many businesses in Diagon Alley, Hogsmead and numerous other places around the world and have one of the best research facilities in the world. You also have many mansions in various magical hotspots in the world including Hong Kong, Paris, Moscow, Prague and Cairo. At the moment they are that is in the pursuit of classifying all magical beasts around the world. Now that you are in the Lord instead of having to show a key to access any of your vaults all you have to do is show your ring and a goblin will immediately take you to any vault you desire."

Once again Harry had a question for Ironaxe, "What exactly are they researching at the facility and how do you know?"

"Lord Potter, any time that Albus Dumbledore wishes to access money form one of your accounts he has to write a form that states what the money wishes to withdraw is for. The last time he accessed money was over six months ago and it was for funding for a research a facility in France. It was approved and he built it. Now that you have come of age you are in control of that research facility." Ironaxe finally continued in a very businesslike manner. "He also withdrew an enormous amount of money for the research to supply it numerous times and recently we found that he was using it for funding in his Order of the Phoenix."

"Ironaxe can you restrict Dumbledore from accessing any of my accounts in the future." He paused and waited for confirmation, when he saw Ironaxe's nod he continued. "I thank you for your time and I would like to return tomorrow to visit my newly-acquired vaults." Harry thanked Ironaxe and pocketed the necklace and was in the process of leaving when he was stopped by last information.

"Lord Potter I was going to send you an owl but I guess that I could tell you now. The will of your godfather, Sirius Orion Black will be read at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning."

With a final nod of curiosity Harry left the bank, took a muggle taxi back to his relatives, the Dursleys and went to bed in a way dreading the reading of Sirius's will tomorrow.

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