A/N: This is not a Harry turns dark and joins Voldemort story as they make no sense.
Harry glared at his door as he heard the locks turning. Not even two full days since he finished his sixth year and he already wanted to leave. A crack sounded behind him and he spun, pulling his wand and dropping into a defensive position. In front of him was a startled looking goblin.
"My apologize Mr. Potter for startling you but we have been trying to reach you since your sixteenth birthday. It concerns your late godfather's will." The goblin, Griphook if Harry remembered right, pulled a file from thin air.
"I didn't know you were trying to reach me. Dumbledore has been routing my mail to god knows where." Harry put his wand away and moved to his bed. Griphook sniffed as he looked around the room and sneered. With a wave a table with two chairs appeared. Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as he sat in the chair instead. Hedwig glided from her cage to land on Harry's shoulder, glaring at the goblin.
"Now as Mr. Black's will stipulates, you are to receive the entirety of the Black fortune, all holdings, deeds, titles and become Lord Black in his stead. Known only to the goblins and the Ministry of Records, Mr. Black used an archaic adoption ritual the Christmas of your fifth year making you his son and heir. The ritual has added the blood of House Black to you so that it is legal and binding." Griphook passed the folder to Harry. He then sat a small black pillar of stone on the table. "In the folder you will find all the information on this as well as the Potter Family information as should the adoptive parent die before the child is seventeen, and no guardian is appointed, you were automatically emancipated and eligible to take up the mantle of Lordship to both families. All you need to do is place a drop of your blood of the obelisk and it will summon any and all family rings."
Harry arched his eyebrow again, closing the folder before getting to read much. Holding out his hand, the goblin pulled a wicked looking knife and cut Harry's finger. A Drop of blood hit the stone and mist covered it. When it cleared there were three rings sitting on top. Picking up the first one, it was a platinum band with an onyx P over a ruby phoenix seemingly captured in mid flight. He slipped it on his right ring finger and felt magic infuse him. He felt accepted and welcomed by the ring and massive amounts of information concerning the Potter line flooded his mind. The combined knowledge of all the Lord Potters to have worn the ring entered him. Picking up the next one it was the same style platinum with the head of a grim in howl in onyx with an emerald B. Slipping it on the middle finger next to the Potter ring, he felt the magic grudgingly accept him added the knowledge of the Black line to his mind. Picking up the final ring it was gold with the Hogwarts crest. Looking at Griphook Harry could tell that the goblin wasn't expecting this one to appear.
"That was commissioned by Rowena Ravenclaw shortly before her death. It was said that the final living founder had a vision that in a time of great evil and danger, the founder's lines would become one and the heir of Hogwarts would be born. Apparently your mother was not as muggle born as people would like to believe. You are the heir of Hogwarts. Should you accept this title, and be found worthy by the ring, it will cause you to go through your magical inheritance early. You will gain all you magic now, so with your permission I will use goblin magic and seal the room for safety and security." At Harry's nod, the goblin stood and started to chant. Harry could feel the room seal; even Hedwig became restless with it. Slipping the ring onto his left middle finger, Harry found himself encased in blinding white light.
He felt the magic in the ring ripping through all his barriers and down into his soul, searching and judging him. When he felt the power accept him, more energy flooded him causing him to loose the awareness of what was going on around him.
He opened his eyes to find him in a room with four familiar people.
"Welcome Harry, we knew that the ring would find you worthy." Rowena steeped forward and smiled at him.
"Now this will be brief as we haven't much time. When you wake you will find yourself changed. When a wizard goes through the coming of age, their body will go through small changes or large ones depending on their blood and on the amount of power. You, young Harry, will change species. With the amount of power you were going to get plus ours and that of your Lordships, you will become a race that has not walked in this realm since the founding of magic. You are what is called a High Elf; you are now of the race that gave magic to all other races." Godric softly explained to him.
"Your mother carried the blood of myself and Rowena and was adopted by the Evens family after her parents were killed. Your Headmaster was aware that the Dursleys were not your mother's blood family but not that she was an heir. You will have all our knowledge and abilities. From us you will become a metamorphmagus, have the gifts of mind magic, parselmagic, wandless magic, and the gift of Tongues that allows you to speak any language. You will also have an egg that holds a Bond Basilisk that will be one of the guardians you will have." Salazar explained.
"From Godric and me you will gain beast speech, summoning magic, complete knowledge of plants as well as to be able to control them, knowledge of different cultures, all the so called pureblood etiquette, and all forms of physical combat. From us there will be a wicker basket that holds a Sand Griffin. This is the other guardian that you will have with you." Helga's voice conveyed comfort that Harry had severely lacked most of his life. "As a personally gift to you I am going to tell you where you can find your familiar. Just go to the pet store in Diagon Ally, your familiar will be the only animal that will not bow to you."
"Before you leave us, you need to know a few other things. Tom Riddle has been disowned by the magic of the founders' lines. That explained; your parents did not die that night he attacked. A disowned heir cannot kill an heir with magic. That old coot sent them through the veil because they would interfere with his plans to mold you into his weapon. Know that they and your godfather are in stasis in the veil as it cannot end the life of those that have entered before their time. The phoenix that has bonded to the blood of the Potter line will appear in your room and with it and your magic you can remove them from the veil. However you must wait until sunset as the veil will be thinner then.
"Your wand is also inhibiting your magic, so we have crafted you a staff, all that is left is to add a piece of your familiar to complete it. It is crafted with wood from the last elven oak left, with a core of basilisk venom and fang, phoenix tail feather and tears, and finally with griffin flight feather and blood. Now our finally bit of information, all High Elves had a life mate, gender does not matter but it is usually someone you already know and get along with, but you case is special, it seems that your life mate is actually mates. Two of them; they were already together but torn apart for now. You will be able to find them by scent but be warned, you only have two months to bond with them. You should be with both by morning so there is no worry there." With Rowena's last words Harry faded to black.
As he became aware of his new body, knowledge and memories of the last High Elf to live on this plane filed into his newly Occluded mind. He smirked inside his mind realizing that he basically owned the entire magical world thanks to his transformation. The mental smirk became physical before opening his eyes in his room again.