A/N: This is my attempt to try and combine as many storyline tropes as possible into one work. Of course, as always, they'll surround one Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Though, I plan on using my own flair and twists that pop into my head with it. To start with, there's gonna be some Time Travel, but not in the traditional trope sense, not even in the time-turner sense but those will still be around.
There's also gonna be my take on soulmates, but those will be rare. Of course Marriage Contracts and Betrothals will hold a place as well. In that vein, though I'm loath to really do something grandiose, it's gonna be a bit of a harem fic as well, not immediately and not really the focus of it per say. All in all, I think it'd be more of a poly relationship versus a bunch of individual relationships Harry has.
Lastly, Harry is gonna have a Lordship, but I'm hoping that it'll just be one official Lordship. I might also go with the Black Heirship as well. And to go with that, there's gonna be lifedebts, honor-bound ones and magic-bound ones, it should be addressed in later chapters though. But before we jump in, I'm gonna list out the Witches I already have planned for this harem story, I'll leave how they join as a mystery.
Harem List: Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Susan Bones, Nymphadora Tonks, Padma Patil, Katie Bell and Fleur Delacour.
I'm still open to others joining, but I don't want too many more, trying to keep it at a magical number. Though I'd be willing to go to 13 for him, lol. The only ones out of the actual relationship, but maybe potential for the magical-life debt concubine trope would be just two names at the moment: Hermione and Ginny, reasons will be shown throughout the story.
P.S. I'll try my best to keep most chapters in third person, but I may slip into Harry's P.O.V for some.
Prologue
"You mean I could go back?" Harry asked the spectral Dumbledore. He had saw the tiny piece of Tom's soul that had unintentionally taken residence in his head.
"Why, certainly..." Dumbledore began with a soft smile. "Though we're in King's Cross you say? Well you could always just board a train instead," the dead Headmaster added with a bit of his tradmark grandfatherly disappointment.
Harry nodded at his former mentor as he stood up. The Man-Who-Died looked around and noticed a bunch of trains. Most trains were a blurry, silvery-white, making it really impossible to tell where they may have headed. But two stood out, one was the scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express.
Seeing the school train Harry gasped and looked back at Dumbledore who smiled and nodded encouragingly. Looking back to the locomotive he could feel it'd take him back to his body. He stepped closer to it before he had to do a double-take to a second train.
This second train was an onyx black with scarlet and gold accents. He noticed that there was the Gryffindor Lion along with a Thestral and a Griffin. A quick glance afforded him the sight of it being boarded already. But what stuck out to him was his mother and father being on that train, looking bitter-sweet.
'Do they look like that because I'd be embracing death before my time?' Harry asked himself mentally. Subconsciously he started walking towards this train. Soon enough he was at the steps and looked back at the professor and saw Albus Dumbledore glaring at him with unadulterated hatred... what was that about? Harry shook himself and boarded the train with his family.
"Harry!" his parents rushed to him and embraced him.
"Mum! Dad!" Harry answered back, weeping at finally being able to hug his parents. This soon turned into a rather big group hug as two more people joined in. "Err... not to be rude or anything..." Harry said nervously, "but who are you two?"
"I'm sure we have Albus Bloody Dumbledore to thank for our own grandson not recognizing us," the elderly man growled lowly.
"Monty, don't take your frustration out on our dear Hadrian here," the elderly woman said slapping the man's shoulders as he huffed an apology.
"Sorry Harry," James said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "These are my parents, your grandparents, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter," James introduced.
Harry's shock only lasted so long before he hesitantly embraced his grandparents properly. "So... why did you call me Hadrian?" He asked backing up as Lily laughed.
"That's your actual name Harry dear," Lily spoke with her eyes shining. "Do you think we'd saddle you with such a common name? No, Harry is your nickname, we named you Hadrian."
"Hadrian James Potter... I think I like it," Harry smirked a bit before blatantly looking around. This caused Lily to watch him sadly.
"My parents aren't here Harry... only the Potter Family are here, but that does include lines that have been absorbed by the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter," Lily consoled as Harry looked wide-eyed.
'Most Ancient and Noble,' Harry mouthed in complete awe and shock.
"We're not going to into that son... this train you're taking, well it's not taking you with us to Hades' realm," James said with his own sad smile.
"What do you mean dad?" Harry asked bewildered at the thought.
"No... The gods had enough of Dumbledore's plots," Euphemia spat out, enraged that her beloved son and daughter-in-law were killed due to said man. This in turn caused Harry to mouth the word 'gods' before shaking himself.
"The gods have graciously allowed this train to be infused with some of their father's time essence," Fleamont chuckled at the bewildered expression on his grandson's face.
"You're soon going to wake up to be greeted by Hagrid to be taken to Diagon," James said before looking around. "You won't remember anything that happened up until that point, so as not to completely bugger up everything," he added looking at his son.
"Though, the gods will allow you to subconsciously remember four pieces of advice, one from each of us," Lily added with tears finally falling down her cheeks.
"First, always be proud of who you are and your family, but don't let it be who you are," Fleamont said hugging his grandson one final time.
"Second, don't run away from failing or mistakes, learn from them or else you're doomed to repeat them," Euphemia added with her own final hug.
"Third, know when to be serious and to have fun, but above all don't trust immediately and always reevaluate if someone deserves your trust son," James said as his tears finally came as he hugged Harry.
"Finally, use your head Harry, we know you're smart and gifted, don't be afraid to use it! Besides once you get to Hogwarts, your Aunt and Uncle won't be comparing your grades to your cousin's anymore," Lily said through her tears as she embraced her son hard, turning once again into a group hug.
"We Love You Harry!" All four said to Harry as light flashed before fading.
'We Love You Harry!' reverberated in Harry's head as he was waking up the morning of his eleventh birthday. He felt oddly warm, but didn't get up to investigate as he didn't want to face reality just yet.
Harry heard the insistent knocking of his Aunt Petunia at the door. 'Well, I guess the dream giant Hagrid is finally gonna leave my head,' Harry mentally sighed. "Coming Aunt Petunia," the scrawny boy groaned as he sat up to hear a dull thud of what sounded like a coat falling off him.
Harry's eyes shot open as he quickly donned his glasses and saw it was indeed a huge coat. His unconscious smile widened when he saw the giant Hagrid sleeping on the broken couch. The knocking sound assaulted his ears again, turning quickly he noticed an owl pecking at the window.
Harry let the bird in, which dropped a paper on Hagrid and started pecking at the giant's coat. Just as he was about to try and chase off the bird he heard a distinct woman's voice telling him to use his head. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he shouldn't just dive in like that.
"Uhh... Hagrid?" Harry said timidly tapping the giant's shoulders.
"Huh... what is it Harry?" the giant asked rather irritatably, causing Harry to back up and quickly mutter something about the owl. This muttering cause Hagrid to sit up alert at Harry's barely hidden fear.
"Blimey, Harry, I'm sorry, I pr'mise yea I'm not angry at yea... just not a morn' person," Hagrid tried to be cheerful as he pulled out his money and paid the owl.
Hours later, they were walking back towards the Leaky Cauldron when Harry heard that same woman's voice to use his head. He stopped Hagrid at the entrance/exit to Diagon Alley.
"Hagrid, I know how to get back to Privet on my own... but you saw my relatives I think it is best I give them a few hours at least to settle back in at home," Harry tried to explain as Hagrid waved him off.
"Oh... I un'stand Harry, how's about this, I'll book you a room here in the Leaky for the rest of the break, I won't even tell Dumbledore as long as it's our little secret," Hagrid whispered with a conspiratorial wink.
"Yeah... thanks Hagrid!" Harry agreed enthusiastically.
"Just let me take your things and you can explore the Alley a bit more," Hagrid said kindly as he grabbed all of Harry's school supplies.
Harry thanked him again before walking away. He was thinking about how to use his head, when an old man's voice told him to be proud of himself and his family. Harry shook his head mentally replying that he knew nothing about his family, other than his parents were murdered by Voldemort.
Harry looked at the bank and nearly slapped his own head. He inherited a rather big vault... maybe there was things in there to help him as well. He smiled, now he was using his head. He made his way back to Gringotts. Harry walked in the second set of doors only to be crashed into by an excited person about his age, knocking them both to the ground.
Harry heard a woman's voice yell out a name. Probably the person's he bumped into when reentering Gringotts. He looked up and gasped a bit, 'She has to be the prettiest girl I have ever seen,' he thought when he looked across to see a girl with red hair in pigtails, pale skin with a light dusting of freckles and sapphire blue eyes on a face with soft, graceful features. They stared at each other, for what felt like forever until the woman knelt beside her.
"Susan, are you alright? I told you before not to just run around," the strict looking woman with the same red hair in a short, to her shoulders ponytail.
"Sorry Auntie," she mumbled as the newly identified Susan was helped up. Harry got up on his own.
"I should apologize as well... I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," Harry bent his head a bit.
"Where's your parents mister..." the Aunt trailed off.
"Potter," Harry said looking up and holding out his hand politely to her. "Harry Potter," he introduced himself as she shook his hand in shock.
"Amelia Bones, Head Auror," Amelia introduced herself and shook his hand, noting Harry's confusion. "You do know what an Auror is... Mr. Potter?" She asked.
"Errr... no, sorry, I just only found out I was a Wizard today," Harry admitted. "Hagrid left, but got me a room... I was going back to my vault to see if there's anything of my parents..." He admitted embarrassedly.
"It's okay, Harry," the girl said gently grabbing his hand to shake, "my name is Susan by the way, Susan Bones."
"Nice to meet you Susan," Harry greeted shaking her hand, a slight tingling was felt by the two deep in their magic. Though they wouldn't recognize it as such, instead they each thought it was an affter-effect of bumping heads.
"Maybe you will Mr. Potter... though, I have work for the next fortnight, but our families, along with a few other families, were pretty close," Amelia said with a soft smile. "So, how about I round up the ones that have kids about your age, and you can meet them?"
"R-r-really?" Harry spluttered in shock. "I-I'd like that."
"Errr... Harry, I was wondering... feel free to say no... but could I see the scar?" Susan asked flushing a bit. Harry smiled shyly as he lifted his bangs showing his scar to the Bones ladies. Susan gasped in shock as Amelia nodded with a kind smile but had a grim look in her eyes. Though the other two seemed to be experiencing the cusp of puberty, but not quiet there yet.
Fifteen minutes after saying goodbye to Susan and her Aunt Amelia Harry was lead by Griphook down a hall. Finally they reached a door with a couple of tiny plaques on it. Potter Account Manager: Griphook.
"Wait... you're my account manager Griphook?" Harry asked confused with it all.
"Yes I am Mr. Potter," he acknowledged with a toothy grin. "I was hoping to capture you alone or with someone more... trustworthy," the Goblin added while he ushered Harry inside the office.
They sat down across from each other with only a desk between them. Griphook placed some parchment on the desk before gently placing an ornate silver dagger on top, hilt towards the last Potter.
"All you need to do is cut your palm and allow three drops of blood to touch the parchment. It'll instantly heal afterwards," Griphook instructed.
"What kind of magic is this?" Harry asked as he followed the instructions.
"It's a basic form of blood magic, technically illegal in Britain... save for here in Gringotts for various purposes," Griphook answered as Harry stared at his hand curiously as it healed.
"And what is this particular form?" Harry asked.
"Inheritance or, if you prefer, Heritage Test," Griphook answered as he watched the paper start forming words. Harry looked around the office and noticed a mirror and gasped a bit when he saw the bottom of his scar, his white scar. His scar wasn't a faded white, it was a bright red.
"What's the matter Mr. Potter?" Griphook asked.
"My scar... it... it's white and faded... last night it was bright red and fresh looking," Harry muttered as Griphook gazed up at him quizzically, deciding to look into it.
"Anyways Mr. Potter, everything is in order," Griphook said changing the topic as he slid the parchment towards Harry for him to read.
Hadrian James Potter
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter
Vaults-
Trust Vault
Potter Family Vault
Potter Heirloom Vault
Potter Investment Vault
Houses Absorbed into House Potter-
Most Noble House of Gryffindor
Most Ancient House of Peverell
Minor House of Fleamont
Parents-
Lord James Fleamont Potter- Father (deceased)
Lady Lily Marie Potter- Mother (deceased)
It went on to a mini Potter Family tree. Harry stared at it in wonder and awe. In the corner of his eye he saw Griphook slide a silver ring to him. There was a square cut gemstone that seemed to be a strange fusion of an onyx, ruby and garnet. POTTER was engraved above the stone and a griffin underneath. On one side was a roaring lion and a decrypted looking pegasus.
"What is this animal?" Harry asked curiously as he picked up the ring and looked at it with a rather appreciative gaze.
"It's a thestral," Griphook chuckled as he rolled his hand, gesturing for Harry to put on the ring. Harry slowly put the rather large ring on and waited for a moment before he felt what he could only guess as his family's magic washing over him like a warm embrace. A sudden white flash came from the ring as it resized and Harry smiled before he grunted and collapsed in pain as a contained magical explosion happened.
Griphook was thanking his quick reflexes to activate the containment wards. Though he was happy that Harry was freed from any and all magical bindings, but angry that his assumptions were right. House Potter has been a Goblin Friend for a few centuries, and the Goblins will get down to the bottom of this mystery.
Harry woke up in what appeared to be a Hospital. Well, what he imagined a hospital to look like from his numerous visits to the school nurse. All of those, of course, thanks to his pig of a cousin. The simple thought of his cousin made Harry chuckle as he remembers Hagrid giving Dudley a pig's tail last night/early this morning.
"How are you feeling Heir Potter?" Griphook asked from the side as Harry slowly sat up with a groan.
"Like I just survived another round of 'Harry Hunting' by my cousin and his gang," Harry sighed a bit before looking down at his new ring. "So what's the deal with this ring again Griphook? And where am I?"
"I'll answer the latter first, Heir Potter." "Just call me Harry, Account Manager." "Then just call me Griphook Harry," Griphook grinned before chuckling a bit.
"Anyways you're in the Hospital Wing here at Gringotts, Healer Bloodclaw did a check-up and will be back with details for us soon," Griphook looked in the corner to what appeared to be a female Goblin with long, stringy black hair.
"Back to your other question, Harry, that is the Heir Ring to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter," Griphook continued. "It can be hidden from view, I'd recommend hiding it at Hogwarts for a bit... at least until we can get you out from Dumbledore's control."
"What does the Headmaster of Hogwarts have to do with this?" Harry asked.
"All in do time Harry, but Healer Bloodclaw is ready to explain things to us," Griphook said kindly while holding his hand up to pause Harry's questions.
"Thank you Griphook, first let me say you were correct," Bloodclaw said.
"Correct?" Harry question.
"You had several blocks on your magic that the Heir Ring broke," the Healer answered. "All of which was placed on you by one Albus Dumbledore, there's still a blood ward draining your magical core constantly to protect a home in Surrey."
"The Dursleys? That place was never my home, only my prison," Harry said softly, causing another light to form around him and break. The Goblins chuckled as Bloodclaw waved her hand over the lone wizard in the room.
"Well, there was, I guess you accidentally broke it just now... and Dumbledore probably won't know till the first day of school," she laughed as she spoke to Griphook.
"Why's that?" Harry asked feeling confused.
"I'll explain everything once we're done here Harry, rest assured," Griphook answered.
"Anyways, you're vision has been forced to deteriorate from those glasses you were obviously forced to wear," the Healer said with a smile.
"We can pour a few drops of eye-healing potion in your eyes, then test your vision for the correct prescription if necessary," she said waving her hand as a potion came forward.
"My eyes could be healed?" Harry whispered.
"Severe malnutrition, which has made him short for his age, though a daily nutrition and overall health potion for the next three months, taken with breakfast or dinner each day, will have that corrected," Bloodclaw said as she waved her hand again and a vial filled with a bright green potion landed next to the other.
"This vial will automatically refill until the three months is complete. And doing it over the course instead of at once will allow you to seem to have a growth spurt instead of correction, as we're trying to keep others out of your business," the Healer spoke.
"What about the scars?" Harry asked quietly.
"Unfortunately, the potions and slaves we have for scar tissue only work on relatively fresh, non-magical scars, all of your scars wouldn't benefit from it unfortunately," Bloodclaw answered softly. "Now lay back down Heir Potter, and we'll allow the potion to work it's way into your eyes... it should take roughly half an hour to completely work.
A half an hour and many explanations later, Harry was looking around and could see near perfectly. Harry was told how the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, was also the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. He also learned Dumbledore also sealed the Ministry's copy of his parent's will.
Suffice to say Harry was feeling rather ticked at that. Finally, a few minutes later, his vision was perfect, immediately after it finished Bloodclaw checked his eyes once again before giving him all of his magical and mundane vaccinations.
"Thank you Healer Bloodclaw," Harry said sincerely.
"Anytime Heir Potter... I would like to see you back again next summer," she replied kindly as Griphook lead Harry out of the Hospital Wing.
"As Heir, you can't take any money out of the main vaults, only your Trust Vault, but as the sole Heir you can take books out of your Heirloom Vault," Griphook explained. "That's where we're going now. Also, I have numerous books on history and similar topics like government to help you when you leave today."
"Thanks Griphook," Harry replied as they arrived at the vault in question.
"Just place your Heir Ring in the hole there Harry," Griphook instructed as spun some loud noise makers causing a guard dragon to whine and snarl, but back away. Harry quickly walked up and followed the instructions he was given.
Quickly the vault opened up to a room filled with various magical artifacts and books. Harry walked in and looked around, gaping in amazement. An envelope with his name on it right in front of him on a stack of books. He grabbed it with shaky hands and fumbled with it until he got the letter opened.
Harry,
Son, your mother and I have no idea if we'll make it through the war. But we have so much to explain to you, but what feels like no time to do it in. These books our mine and your mother's journals from our first year at Hogwarts all the way until we went into hiding.
Your father and I hope you learn from both are mistakes as well as our achievements. And just know, while your father may have appeared as a bully early on, he grew up and we fell in love. Don't disregard him and our early animosity, we were children after all.
Harry, we have reason to believe that Albus Dumbledore isn't what he seems. After he we went into hiding, he demanded to research one of our family heirlooms. The Peverell Invisibility Cloak, I used one of our family mimicking spells to create a false one with all the properties, if you will, of the original. That fake should last about 20 years, but I wouldn't put it past the old goat to 'give it' to you to gain your trust while placing tracking charms on it. If he does, I'd suggest regiving it to a potential enemy. The real cloak I placed in the vault before giving him the fake, it's hanging by the family grimoire at the very back of the Heirloom Vault.
Harry, you must not use the real cloak until you recieve the fake. We wouldn't want him finding out our deception. He likes acting trustworthy. The only reason we stayed here in Godric's Hallow was to stop him from trying to gain access to Potter Manor. We allowed him to report and think that our Family Manor was destroyed when your grandparents were killed. In reality, they died of dragon pox.
Well let's cut this short. There's just too much to say, and all of its in the journals. There's also other books in this pile we felt would benefit you. You should also read our yearly journals the summer before each year. That way you can probably find out if any or a combination of our study habits. Pay close attention to the end of our second year journals, they'll go over the electives you can take from third year on.
Lots of Love, Dad and Mum.
Harry was openly crying as he read the letter and looked towards the books what appeared on a trunk. He looked back at the letter to find a postscript.
P.S. The trunk is three compartment trunk. It can also be shrunk and enlarged with a tap of your wand to the Potter Crest on the lid. Don't worry about weight either, it has a permanent Feather Light Charm. The keys are on top of the books, a key for compartment. One is a library, another a potions lab and the third is a training room.
"Interesting... I should probably keep it in my pocket at all times," Harry muttered as he grabbed the keys. One key had a book shape base, another had a cauldron and third had a shield.
Harry quickly opened the correct compartment and placed all the books on shelf which was marked as future reading. Once finished he climbed back out of the trunk and went to collect the family cloak and the Grimoire. Out of curiosity he opened the cover and read:
The Gryffindor Family Grimoire.
He quickly found one of those finger nooks that you find in encyclopedias. Curiosity he flipped the first of the two little nooks and read another title:
The Peverell Family Grimoire.
He flipped the last one and smiled as he finally read it:
The Potter Family Grimoire.
"Well... this is going to be a very interesting school year," He said happily as he placed both in the library compartment and locked the trunk. He placed his Trust Vault Key onto the key ring, then slipped them onto a plain silver chain he found next to the Invisibility Cloak. With his keys around his neck he tapped the Potter Family Crest and shrunk the trunk, slipping it in his pocket.
Harry was walking back to exit the Heirloom Vault and he noticed a shelf with a sign. Family Wands. He walked over and noticed all the wands, including his parents. Next to the wands he saw various reptilian skin things.
"These have to be wand holsters," Harry muttered. "Various styles as well... looks like some for the arm, to go on a belt and others to go on the leg."
Again he found another note, written by his father. He grabbed it and quickly read it.
Harry,
I'd imagine you probably won't find this till your third year, but let me say it pays to be prepared. Ollivander's wands, while good for beginners, aren't the be all end all. After your third year, your core should be stable enough to get a custom wand. Until then, try the family wands here for a back up.
Dad.
"Makes sense," Harry muttered as he tested his parents wands first, to be disappointed that neither worked. He spent several minutes trying them out, till he found one that worked for him. He quickly read the little plaque:
Ignotus Peverell's Wand:
10 1/2 inches, Holly and Dragon Heartstring.
Harry twirled the wand that was similar, but different than his own. He grabbed one of the three different kinds of wand holsters, so he didn't forget the ankle one later. He placed his wand in the belt holster and Ignotus' in the forearm holster and watched them both disappear from sight.
"That's dead useful," Harry muttered as he finally exited the vault.
"Good, you found a back up wand in there Harry," Griphook smirked. "When you're ready for a custom wand, I'll be more than glad to help point you to the one your family used."
Harry nodded uncertainly as he went up in the lift. Griphook handed him a bottomless backpack that had a permanent Feather Light Charm filled with all the books he told him about. Harry quickly thanked his Account Manager and bade him goodbye.
Harry spent countless hours over his month of freedom reading his parents journals, well at least the first year journals. He laughed at some of his dad's antics with his friends and cried at his mum's mistreatment by some of the purebloods. He also read and memorized practically all the books that Griphook gave him.
Well, memorized is one way of saying it. Harry realized that he was recalling everything he read with damn near perfect clarity. He made a visit to Griphook who pulled out a muggle book Harry recalled reading in school the year prior and asked Harry to quote, to the best of his memory, page 9. After just a few moments to recollect, he repeated it perfectly. He had freaking eidetic memory!
Which was something he had in common with his mother. That was a cause for excitement in of itself. The fact that he was as mischievous as his father was another cause for celebration. The only thing he longed for now was to know what his parents looked like.
Harry shook himself as he finished packing everything up. He had the nicest pair of Dudley's hand-me-downs laid out for tomorrow. He knew practically everything to expect from his first year from an academic standpoint, having also read all of his current textbooks.
Harry smiled as he remembered meeting his family's allies, or at least the kids. Though he made mention of what Ollivander told him to Neville's Gran, which ended up with her flustering in embarrassment as Harry said his own parents wands didn't work for him at all. Old Lady Longbottom had a face full of shame as Head Auror Amelia quietly berated her in the background.
Besides hanging with Neville Longbottom and Susan Bones more, he met and hung out with Hannah Abbott just as often. Though, he had explained to them, and they the adults, how he grew up. Suffice to say he had three angry friends and a lot of adults who promised him they'd work on it. He only told them to help Neville feel better about his lackluster childhood growing up with his Gran! But both felt the weight leave their shoulders a bit from their admissions.
There were another couple girls he's passed in Diagon Alley a fair few times as well. Two of them had to be sisters, the older with ebony hair and ice blue eyes, the younger with chestnut brown hair and light green eyes. Both had fair skin and light freckles. The sisters' friend had dark brown hair with brown eye and tanned skin.
Harry had been wanting to introduce himself to them. Though do to his still lacking self-confidence and the raven-haired girls icy demeanor, he hadn't at all. This caused him to sigh dejectedly as he shut his trunk after packing his wand polishing kit he picked up from Ollivander's to care for his two wands.
Harry laid down for bed and closed his eyes. He had an alarm clock he bought from one of the stores in Diagon. The face replicated a changing sky, depending on the time, right now it was a dark blue with bright stars, the numbers and hands being white. He made sure the alarm was set to 5:30 in the morning. He decided he was going to follow both of his parent's footsteps and work out for at least half an hour every morning.
'I can't wait for tomorrow,' Harry thought as he drifted off to sleep.
A/N: This is the end of the Prologue.
For those who may try and complain about the time travel not being prevalent. I didn't want Harry's foreknowledge of future events to disastrously change things. Though he'll end up with some prophetic dreams, which are his original memories, coming at the right times.
Now, his scar is no longer a horcrux. Why? Because it died and only Harry's soul was sent back. When his soul was sent back to his younger self, it over rode or merged with his younger self. That action kicked out and destroyed the piece of Tom Riddle that was in his younger body. Though Harry will still be a Parselmouth, my explanation for that being it is a magical languages created by magical means, at least that's how I view it. As far as passing it down to descendants, I think it becomes part of a family's magical heritage once introduced.
Also, Griphook suspected Harry was at least a horcrux do to what he said about his scar. The Healer test would've shown the residual energy of it. Why didn't they say anything? Not because of Harry's age, they wanted to make sure they have everything ready. I imagine that the Goblins have something to store the residual energy in and make it a primitive tracking device, but it'll take time as they'll have to be sure of where one is at. Though they wouldn't suspect any of their bank vaults, yet.