The Journal Of The Second Generation
By Sylvir Flames
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any songs mentioned In this story. So with out further ado.
Here is the story you've always wanted to read but not known it until now. And now for the story to begin. ENJOY!
Chapter 2: Fade To Black
The words drifted away softly. He written the song after 4th year, when he'd had a nightmare about Cedric and couldn't sleep. Hedwig hooted at him and he grinned. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be hear all summer!" Harry bowed thinking "Or at least until we move, wonder where we're going anyway." His stomic growly loudly and Harry swore Hedwig was laughting at him. He made his way quietly down the stairs. Aunt Petunia spotted him and shoved a plate his way. "Eat up Harry. You and I are going out."
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry replied dutifully. Where on earth would she be taking him? Shrugging Harry stuffed down the first real meal he'd had in a long time while living at the Dursley's. A good English breakfast with greasy sausage, eggs, toast, and orange juice. Walking down the hall, he grabbed a faded old red plad jacket that was 3 times to big for him. Guess who that used to belong to at the age of 10? God Dudley was such a fat pig, must be why Hagrid's transfiguration didn't worked very well. He was about to put it on when Petunia looked at him funnily.
"You won't be needing that. Now here ,put this on." She threw him a dirty blond wig attached to a baseball cap. Harry rolled his eyes and put it on, like his aunt told him to. He suspected his aunt would be taking him somewhere she didn't want him reconized. At least the wig covered his scar. His aunt led Harry to Vernon's new company car and they took off, just the two of them. When they entered London, Harry had a sinking suspision about where this was going. And sure enough she pulled up in front of the Leaky Cauldron (which she remembered from the days when Lily used to go shopping for Hogwarts) and told him to get out of the car.
"I'll be waiting for you here in 2 hours. Go to the bank Grin-goats or whatever it's called and exchange enough of your money so you can go shopping for new clothes." She sniffed. "If you need anything else m..mm..magical..." Petunia shuddered. "Get that as well. We won't be coming back." And with that she drove away. Harry was left thinking "She knows about my bank account?" and then "Shit!" he muttered out loud making his way unconsiously through the Leaky Cauldron. "The will reading isn't until Friday...today's sunday!" he though fast. "I'm going to have to forward the will reading if I can." Harry pulled on some of the blond hair thoughtfully tapping the bricks and then stepping into the alley. Quickly he made his way to Gringotts having little time to waste if it was his last visit for a year.
Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Harry passed the first set of doors burnished in bronze, set at the front of the snow white building, and faced a second set of doors, this time made of silver and read the goblins warning just like he had in his first year. Harry smiled "Still the same as always." he though walking up to an unoccupied Goblin teller. "I need to speak with Griphook." he said, a bit un surely. The Goblin simply looked at him and then bared his teeth. "And on what buisness do you seek out Master Griphook?" he said rather nastily. "On the buisness of a will and an inheritance." Harry replied stronger than before. If he was going to get out of here quickly he needed to be a bit firmer in his requests.
"Very well." The Goblin ran a bell and a younger version of himself popped up. "Sprint, take Mr. Potter to Griphook?" the Goblin smirked at Harry who looked bewildered as Sprint led him to the back of the bank. "Not everyone reconizes you by your hair and scar Mr. Potter." Sprint said leading him into a well furnished office. "Just most." An older Goblin looked up from his paper work. Harry reconized him to be Griphook as Sprint left them to their buisness.
"Ah, Mr. Potter?" Griphook said questioingly furrowing his brow. "I didn't expect you here until Friday if not later?" Harry smiled softly at the Goblin. "I'm afraid there was some changes in my usual summer schedual Mr. Griphook. I would like to appoligize for not informing you of my earlier visit." Harry held out his hand to shake the Goblin's, who looked surprised and then accepted the hand. "Mr. Potter it is no trouble. I'm afraid I was just taken aback. Most wizards would not shake a Goblin's hand much less appoligize for anything."
"As you well know I am not like other wizards Mr. Griphook. May we get down to buisness. I'm sorry but this is the only time I'm going to be able to make it until next summer." Harry looked a bit uncomfortable standing in front of the seated Goblin. Griphook conjoured a chair with a snap of his fingers. "Of course Mr. Potter. Have a seat, and it's just Griphook." Harry took a seat and made himself comfortable while Griphook pulled out a folder with his name on it. "How much time do you have here today?" Griphook asked. "2 hours and I would like to do a bit of shopping in that time. So if we could make it quick..." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Of course. First for your godfathers will, Sirius Orion Black. Basically he left you everything and that you are to distribute some of it to everyone who deserves it." Griphook pulled out a thick piece of parchment. "Basically he left you 5 Vaults, some properties, and made you the last Black heir." Harry took the offered sheet from the Goblin. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets and he let him mouth drop. The parchment read:
I, Sirius Orion Black, being of sound mind and body. Do hear by leave the following to my Godson Harold James Potter in the hope that he will spend and distribute it wisely to his and mine friends and relatives:
Vaults:
Vault Number 12, containing 19,000,000 gallions.
Vault Number 56, containing 2,000,000 gallions in un melted gold, silver, jewels ect.
Vault Number 113, containing Black family heirlooms, furnature, jewler, weapons, books ect.
Vault Number 567, containing the former posessions of Mr. Black and 1,000,000 gallions.
Vault Number 34, containing 5,000,000 gallions and unknown contents.
Properties:
The Black Family Masion
A Villa outside of Paris
A Seaside home in Greece
A Spacious Log Cabin in Canada
And a Ranch in Australia.
It is my will and decision to make Harold James Potter my heir to the Black family, he cannot do this unless he is of the Black family's blood. So it is my wish to adopt him. If I have lived long enough I did this anyway, but if I did not. The papers are already signed and the Blood Adoption Potion with my blood has been untrusted to Griphook.
It is my hope also, that Harold James Potter leaves at least 2 million gallions and Grimald Place aka the Black Family MansionTo Remus Jerimiah Lupin. Good luck Harry. I hope I went out like a bang, but if we're still in the middle of the war I bet Idid something really stupid. If I know you, you'll try to blame yourself. Don't. Look in Vault 34, it might have some answers to your questions.
Sirius Orion Black
P.S - Spoil yourself rotten kid. YOU deserve it!
P.S.S - Keep the Marauders alive and give Minnie MacGonagall pranks for me!
Tears welled up in Harry's eyes, Griphook respectivly turned his head aside and waited until Harry composed himself. "In a nut shell, as the muggles say Mr. Potter.Your Godfather has left you 27 million gallions, as well as 5 large properties." Harry sniffed a bit and then looked Griphook in the eye. "Did he really wish to adopt me?" Griphook rumaged through his desk coming up with a potion. "Yes, all you would have to do is let a few drops of your blood into the potion and drink is. Mr. Black already added his before he died. You would have a few minor changes in your appearence and Black would be added to your name. Let me warn you Mr. Potter it is a painfull potion." Griphook said, warning in his eyes.
Harry took off his wig and hat, said "Alright." And nodded to Griphook who handed him a silver knife and the potion. "Would it add Sirius to my ansestory? Or would it make me fully a Black and not a Potter?" Harry asked the Goblin, worried that he might not be his parents child if he did But he really wanted to have a connection with Sirius.
"It would simply add Mr. Black and his ansestors to your genes not take away your Potter or Evans jeans."
Nervously Harry pricked his finger and let blood drip into the already redish brown potions. He picked it up to drink and shuttered letting the thick substance slid down his throat. He was both afraid and happy. Happy because he was finally going to have some last connection to Sirius. Afraid because he remembered the last time his blood and a potion had been involved. At first the green eyed boy didn't feel anything.
Then an awful pain hit him like an on coming train. Knocking the wind out of him. He gripped the arms of his chairs and pressed his back against the cushions, trying to ease the pain. He gritted his teeth to stop any sound escaping him. But the pain kept rising. Finally he let out a strangled yell and fell back limply into the chair. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his breath was coming out with difficulty.
Griphook came around his desk. Not many people accepted the blood adoption so this was the first time he'd seen it. He laid a hand on the young boy's shoulder and squeezed hard, forcing a healing magic into Harry's veins. Immediatly emerald eyes snapped open. Griphook stepped back and conjoured a mirror or him to see the changes in himself. Harry decided he didn't look that different. But was very happy with the changed. He had grown from his short 5,6 height to a healthy 5,9. Suddenly Harry realized the pain in his legs were gone. He knocked his right foot against his left shin. There was no metal clanging! His braces were gone! For the short time Harry had them he hated them, so he could be more joyed. He was still skinny but now it was more like a wiry build and his shoulders had broadened slightly. Harry's face was still pale but his eyes had narrowed slightly and he now found his glasses were very fuzzy, so he took them off. He could see!
He also no longer had his father's un managable mop, now it was shaggily grown to his shoulders and straight with a slight wave. Harry loved it. "Now Mr. Potter. Your time is limited you said and we've been hear for 3/4 of an hour." Harry gasped and nodded. "Is there anything else I need to do for you Griphook. " The Goblin handed over some papers and told Harry to sign them. It completed the paper work for both Black and Potter inheritances. "Now Mr. Potter here are the Black and Potter signets." Griphook handed him a small silver hooped earing inlayed with jet stones and a simple gold ring inlayed with runes.
"As you are running out of time Mr. Potter I will simply send you a book on the exact contents of each Potter and Black Vaults and the signets significance." Griphook made eye contact with him. "Yes actually, I would like to open a muggle bank account and transfer 5 million pounds to it." Harry bit his lip uncertinly and then made his decision. "I would like it opened under the name Casper Miguel Gentry-Black. And I would like it open and operational within an hour." Griphook thought for a while. "If I pull a few string it will be done. Now what about your Potter inheritance."
"I'm sorry Griphook, I just don't have the time at the moment."
Harry thought for a moment. "Would you happen to have anything I could use to access my Potter accout without having to visit it every time?"
Griphook smiled and sliently passed over a plane brown leather pouch. "I though you might ask somthing like that. It's bottomless and reaches right into your school vault. We can have something else made it it suits you..?" Griphook trailed off. Harry shook his head. It was better than he'd hoped for. Which was a no. He shook hands with Griphook and picked up his signets putting them into his pocket. He informed Griphook that he would send a list of what was to be given to whom, from his Godfathers will, and when. They shook hands. Harry carefully replaces his wig and hat. And walked back into the alley.
Reaching into his pocket, Harry pulled out a list of things that he needed. Which was basically made of things not found in the alley. So he slowly turned down Kockturn. Walking for a while Harry found the shops he was looking for. The first was called "Hide" and owned by a man name Jon. Harry found that Knockturn Alley wasn't necessarily for evil people. In fact most were quite nice. It was like a cross between a wizarding blackmarket and the real world. Harry decided Diagon Alley was for the protected school children. He stopped in a jewlery store and bought a watch that was normal on one side but when you flipped the face up it was like the Weasley's clock. He bought several spoons to put on it.
Anyway in "Hide" Jon took his measurements and Harry ordered a 2 pairs each of pants, boots, vest, and gloves. One set in Hungarion Horntail Hide and one in Baskilisk skin. Jon was quite accomidating and Harry noted that he would have to skin the baskilisk in the chamber sometime and send it to him. He also got a complementary Baskilisk skin wand holster for paying up front and making such a large and explensive order. Harry told him he would have Hedwig pick it up. The next store was trickier. Borgan and Burkes where Harry had ended up after his first floo experience. Harry left there with his wand free of any and all tracking spells, so the ministry couldn't tell if he was doing magic. And several books of dark magic. As well as a bottomless messanger bag to keep them in.
Harry left there sweating and swearing never to go back. At least he'd gotten some practice in acting like a snobby pureblood under the name Gentry. Which is what he used for all of his purchases that day. Finally he made his way up to Florish and Blotts with 10 minutes to spare, grabbed every 6th and 7th year books for all of his required subjects,as well as more than a few extra's making it back to the front of the Leaky Cauldron just in time to see Aunt Petunia standing there annoyingly. "Did you get you money Harry?" she tried to be nice but Harry just shrugged and said yes.
"Good, and I hope you have alot because we are getting you a whole new wardrobe."
Harry decided now would be a good time to ask her "Where are we moving anyway Aunt Petunai?"
She just looked at him for a moment and gave a tentative smile keeping her eyes on the road as she drove to the shopping district. "Well, your Uncle and I have always wanted to visit Canada." Harry look shocked.
"That far away? For a year?"
"Yes, so I suggest you buy some nice clothes, and some warm ones at that." She pulled up outside a store called "Morvin's" and hussled Harry inside. She called over a young woman who obviously knew her. "Becky, he needs a whole new set of clothes. Coats, suites, shorts, sweaters, shoes the like!" Immediatly he was pulled into the horrifing experiance called ' letting women chose your clothes '. And Harry admitted that it was kind of fun. He left the shop with several bags.
The dress clothes were 3 silk long sleeved dress shirts in Scarlet, Forest Green, and White. And 3 satin long sleeved dree shirts in Light Charcole, Ebony and Tan. With 4 Tailored suit jackets and pants made of Egyptian Cotten one in Ivory and Charcole, with 2 in Pitch Black. Plus several ties and black and brown leather shoes. Some of the nice casual clothes were some very soft, tigh knit V- neck sweaters in white and neon green (Harry insisted on the bright colour). With them he could wear his suit pants. After that he had kicked Becky and Aunt Petunai out of the way and picket out clothes he really liked.
He got some muscle shirts with logo's and stuff on them and some t-shirts in browns, reds, light yellows, greens, and blues. Many of which were tight fitting. He also got several pairs of jeans. A few chemically faded black, some gray ones wiht green stiching, some dark and light blue stiched with reds or yellows. He also got about 4 hoodies in brown, red, green, and white. Some were really baggy, some were tight, and some hugged his but and the rest was baggy. Plus he got some polar fleece, long sleeved t-shirts in all before mentioned colours. Except with the suits. He also got some knee length shorts and a few sandals. Coats were also included in his huge order with a few pairs of sneakers. Some of his favorite clothes thought were,
White flip flops
Black steel toe boots
Tan knee lenght kaki's
A pair of Black Cargo's wiht multipul silver zippers
Light blue jean jacket with white fleece inside and covering the collar
Tight fitting black leather jacket
Leather paper boy hat
Black jean jacket with red polar fleece insiding
He paied for all of it witht he credit card that magically appeared in his pocket when his muggle account had been ready.Any way after the beserk shopping spree. Harry couldn't believe he'd spent that much money to get all of those clothes. Petunia looked happy though. And Harry wore some of his clothes out. He'd discarded the wig and hat before they'd stepped into the store. He was wearing the black leather jacket, a tight pair of gray jeans and a green muscle shirt. He looked great except for his hair. And that's where Aunt Petunia drove him next. It was a place that did hair, tattoo's, and peiceings. Petunia sat Harry in a chair and when the hairdresser asked what he wanted Harry replied with,
"Go wild as long as it looks good."
So he emerged from the place with his hair hanging and inch above his shoulders, layered, with no bangs, and random chunks and hairs dyed green. He also peirced his ear and the Black earing now hung from it as the Potter ring rested on his right hand. Petunia and he met Uncle Vernon at a goverment office soon after that. Harry saw his uncle look him up and down. The Vernon growled. "Well, at least those freaky people won't be able to recognize you. Especially that old one Dumb-door or whatever."
"You and me both." Vernon looked at his nephew in surprise. "What did you say bo...er Harry?"
"I said you and me both. I'm not exactly happy with that old goat." Husband and Wife shrugged and led Harry into the office.
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Okay so now Harry is like the adopted son of Sirius. He's moving to Canada for a year. And both he and Vernon agree on one thing. Dumbledore. Okay so I cut a few edges off on the shopping spree part of this fic and Harry's not going down to see his Potter Vault. But hey, I figured you've all hear it before right? Okay so Harry has wardrobe, a muggle account, a new name and look. What's with Vault 34 anyway. Having Harry adopted by Sirius is something I wanted to see. So review and I will keep writing. YAAAAA!
REWIEW Darlings Review. Oh and this is the last chapter there is going to be for at least 2 weeks or so. I'm going camping with no access to a computer