Chapter 2- Meeting the Potter of Potters
Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump and Headmaster of Hogwarts also the defeater of Grindelwald sat in his office contemplating the events of this year.
With Lockhart and the Chamber problems it was giving him a massive headache.
Harry Potter. He didn't know how difficult his life would have been if not for that boy.
Dumbledore was the recipient of the prophecy that was made by his divination teacher Sybil Trelawney. It pertained to Harry Potter and Voldemort.
Dumbledore truly felt for the child. Not even a year old but he had to do something so big.
Dumbledore tried to put the Potters under huge security but like in many wars where there will always be traitors, the Potters were betrayed, by their best friend no less.
Such a tightly knit group of men torn apart by a monster.
His heart had broken when his two favourite students were killed living a small baby as an orphan. He decided that he will keep the baby safe from trouble and though it troubled him, he put up illegal blood wards and left Harry with his muggle relatives.
He thought that although the boy won't be well looked after , he will at least have a place to call his home.
Ten years later, the boy arrived at Hogwarts. He had sent Hagrid to introduce the boy to the wizarding world. He knew that although Hagrid was not a suitable person to introduce a kid to this new world, his easy going attitude will help him open up a bit.
When Harry arrived at the school, he expected a tall handsome boy like James or like Sirius if his Black heritage is dominant. He was shocked to see an underfed kid with cloth size several times bigger than needed.
He immediately left the school that night and made his way to Privet Drive.
He arrived at Petunia's home and enquired about Harry. He used passive legilimency to know the full truth. What he saw there left him horrified. He fought the urge to empty his stomach. Tears came freely to his eyes. He hadn't expected this to happen.
He couldn't stay in that house any longer. He arrived at his office and cried his heart out.
Be vowed to make up to the boy at any cost.
He spoke to Harry for the first time near the mirror of Erised. He was pleasantly surprised by how sweet the boy remained even after all the abuse he had suffered.
He felt disgusted by his own actions. The boy yearned for his family. He wanted to speak to him about his family but he would not bring up that matter at all when he spoke with him.
Dumbledore knew that Voldemort wasn't dead. He knew that he would return one day. He himself would have trained the boy if not for the fact that he wanted him to have a childhood. That was the least he could do.
Then there was the encounter with Quirrel. The poor man had been possessed by Tom. He suspected something was happening but he didn't have confirmation. The man didn't do anything suspicious at all except try to enter the corridor. If he had confronted him, he would have given a perfect reason that he was checking the protections.
When he received news that Harry had confronted Quirrell, his heart stopped for a second.
He rushed to see the wraith of Tom injuring Harry.
The boy was safe. He was relieved.
Then this year's events.
Merlin forbade the boy survived a basilisk, got bitten by it and still survived.
He was truly in awe at what the boy had done and described.
He was truly lucky that Charlus and Dorea, especially Dorea, weren't around. She and Lily would have torn him apart and hanged him out dry if they knew all these things that had happened to Harry.
He now has to uncover why Tom is still alive and the diary will be a vital clue.
He was alerted to a portkey being activated in the school. He paid no mind to it. Later though when he had been to lunch he noticed that Harry was missing. He felt a bit scared as to what had happened. He calmed himself down and thought about waiting for sometime.
His eyes travelled towards the Gryffindor table and rested on Harry's friends. He didn't want to sound like a hypocrite but he seriously wondered about the two of them. The girl should really slack down a bit. True she was intelligent and sharp but she had only one authority, books. He knew that it would be only a matter of time before someone might outscore or outperform her.
The other boy, Ronald Weasley, thinks anything in silver and green as evil. He really respected Arthur and Molly Weasley but the women and her children have a tendency to treat anything Slytherin as evil.
Dumbledore shook his head. He didn't know what was in store for the future but he hoped it would be well.
He returned to his office to see a letter on his desk. He opened it and found it to be Harry's letter.
Headmaster,
I will be returning for the next year. Don't look for me, or try to contact me. I won't be able to reply. I am safe here and you have my word.
When I return back, we need to have a long talk old man. A very long talk.
Harry Potter
Dumbledore read through the letter and his shoulders slumped. He knew what Harry would want to talk to him about.
He sighed and looked at his companion.
" I really hope he forgives me Fawkes. If he's anything like Charlus, then I am in for a very long talk." He said.
Fawkes trilled in response and soothed her master.
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Harry arrived with a pop in front of a double iron gate. On the gates were the Potter crest.
He opened the gate and moved in.
The grounds of the mansion were massive. There was also a quidditch pitch which brought a smile to Harry's face. He trudged down the path and looked up to see the Potter Mansion in all its majesty. It was truly a wonderful sight.
He was startled by a pop and the arrival of a house elf.
" Who's be you??" Asked the Elf in a squeaky voice.
" I am Harry Potter." He said. The elfs eyes widened.
" You be master James and mistress Lily's baby. " She asked.
" Yes I am," he said. " Why you not come home for so long, Mastered Harry??" She questioned.
" Uhm. . You are??" He questioned.
" I be Tippy master Harry. Potter head elf." She said proudly.
" Hello Tippy. I didn't know that I had such a big home or my heritage till today. As soon as I found out, I came here as fast as I can." He said.
Tippy smiled. " Do master be needing a tour??" The elf questioned.
" Yes please Tippy" he said. The excited elf dragged Harry through the manor and showed him around. It was truly a grand place. It had around twenty bedrooms, two ball rooms, two libraries that were extremely huge. Hogwarts library had nothing on his library.
He had two dueling rooms. That will come in handy he thought.
He was then led to a very grand room.
" This be the ancestors room, master. There be portraits of all Potters and ancestors." Harry stopped in his tracks. He swallowed and looked towards the door.
He slowly entered the room. Hundreds of Potter portraits were sitting in this room.
He slowly strolled through the room. He came to a stop when a portrait called him.
" Young man???" It said.
Harry turned and his breath hitched when he saw who it was. Charlus and Dorea next to him were looking at him with interest.
" Yes sir." He said.
" Pardon me but who are you? You are not James. " Dorea said.
" No mam, I am James and Lily's son and your grandson." He said.
He had a hard time controlling the tears that flowed through his eyes.
" Harry ??" His grandmother questioned with a gasp. He nodded.
His grandparents smile lit up the entire room.
" How are you my boy??" Asked Charlus.
" I am doing well Grandpa." He said.
" Why did you not come here for so long??" He asked." Where are your parents??" Questioned his grandma.
Harry choked. " They died," he said with tears.
The other portraits gasped at that.
" How ??" Asked Dorea.
Harry then proceeded to tell the tale of his entire life. His childhood, his first year and second year at Hogwarts, his abuse at the hands of the Dursleys.
He noticed the expressions of the portraits. If they could come out of their frames, the Dursleys would be dead within minutes.
His grandfather looked murderous. " Those bastards. If I ever get out of this portrait I will….."
" Charlus. It's over. He is not going there anymore. Think what to do going forward."
Dorea said.
" That twat Pettigrew sold them out then", Charlus told him.
He went on to explain about Sirius, Remus. Harry listened with rapt attention.
He promised that he will gather information about their whereabouts.
" What will you do now Harry?? " Charlus asked.
" I will make the bastard and his pets pay for all they did. It was because of bastards like them that I and many others like me have lost families and are suffering." He said and his eyes glowed brighter than normal. Harry summoned a jug of water placed nearby with a wave of his hand. The rest of the Potters watched in amazement at what he had done.
He was broken from his activity by a burst of laughter. He turned to see the portrait of William Potter.
" I knew he was powerful. I could literally feel the magic from here. Tell me young man, where is your wand??" William questioned.
" Uhmm.. my wand stopped working for me sir. But .." he said and willed his staff to appear.
The occupants gasped.
Charlus and William were looking at him with pride. Dorea was beaming at him.
" Our James marrying Lily has refreshed our bloodline and also the Black bloodline in you Harry" she said.
" I knew it. I didn't expect anything less from you. You are special Harry my boy, always remember that. You are a Potter. And we Potters bow to none.
I and Charlus will train you, my boy. I hope you are ready because the next coming months will be hell." He said with a grin.
" I won't disappoint you grandpa, granddad. I will make the Potter name rise again." He said.
" You have not disappointed us at all Harry. Not many can take on a Dark lord and a basilisk and say that we survived at your age and having literally no knowledge of magic. Arcturus would have killed to have you as his heir, being a parselmouth and all." Dorea said. Harry smiled happily at what his grandmother said.
" Go on son. Go take some rest. You will get up at four every morning and run five miles. By the time you go back to Hogwarts, you should have the ability to run at least seven to ten miles without breaking a sweat."
William instructed.
Harry nodded and bade good night to all and left. Tippy led Harry to the dining room.
" Young master be eating well. Tippy take care of young master." She said and pulled an amused Harry to the dining table and piled food on his plate.
After a very hefty dinner, Harry was led to the master bedroom. He quickly fell asleep.
Harry woke up the next day at four. He got ready and went for a run. Harry was not a person to get tired easily. He was used to straining activities because of the Dursleys.
He started with a slow jog and carried on for five miles. After five he increased his pace and ran another mile before he stopped.
He entered the house, and after a glass of water, he entered the training room.
William and Charlus were waiting for him there.
" Ah, Harry. Let's get started. For the next coming months, you will jog and workout till seven, then you are going to practice spells and spell work for the next three hours. Breakfast will be at ten. Then you will be studying theory and school work. You will read the family grimoire everyday and learn and memorize it. That will be your main objective. Read the grimoire.
You will then have your lunch at three, and will proceed again at five. At that time we will teach you how to fight. Muggle martial arts, magical dueling, sword fighting and also welding the Potter magic. You will have your dinner at nine. Then it's up to you. You can go to sleep or you can practice and study anything of your choice.
We Potters have a special ability. We don't need sleep like any other person. We will do very well with four to five hours of sleep. Perks of being born as mages. Understood??" He questioned.
Harry nodded. " Then let's get started." He clicked his fingers and there were five dummies around him firing spells at him.
" Dodge" shouted Charlus.
This went on for the next three month. Harry improved in leaps and bounds. He was very fluid with his movements. His silent casting abilities had improved admirably. His grandfather would place Tippy in the room. Whenever he utters a spell, he will be hit with a stinging hex.
Harry now stood tall, taller than an average third year old at five foot six inches and weighed according to his height. He had developed a lean, muscular, physique like that of a swimmer or an athlete.
Harry had learnt to use his staff very fluently. His spells were extremely quick, power packed and precise. He had mastered half of the grimoire. His tutors were extremely proud of him. He was in his seventh year syllabus now in school studies.
He asked his grandmother Dorea to tutor him in Potions. His grandmother was an excellent potions mistress. Harry became extremely attached with Dorea, who would tell tales of all the mischief that his father and godfather would get into. He would smile listening to their antics. He hoped she would tell much of his mother, but she only had stories of her from the seventh year on.
Harry had undergone the family ritual to purify his body and cleanse himself. He had been instructed to undergo family rituals listed in the grimoire. His grandmother assisted him along with Charlus.
His scar was non-existent now. A faint of it could still be seen but not the red lighting bolt anymore.
Harry had enquired about using rituals to improve his endurance and stamina and power.
" It will work, Harry, but always remember rituals of self affecting sort will always leave side effects. Using it will leave side effects that will affect you very badly in the long run. Potters don't need rituals for improved performance Harry. We only use it to repair certain damages or changes to our body. We have enough power and ability to destroy armies together without even breaking sweat."
William had explained.
Harry had been tutored in politics by Charlus, Dorea and his great grandfather Fleamont. Allies of Potter, enemies of Potter, dealing with sacred twenty eight families and also etiquettes needed.
His great great grandfather Alfred Potter was a master strategist and an extremely powerful mind arts master. Harry had trained in occlumency and legilimency from him and boy did that benefit him immensely. His mental shields were extremely strong. He was praised for being natural in mind arts.
Harry had also enrolled in martial arts classes with an old friend of Charlus. Master Xeng had helped Harry become extremely agile and quick footed. He took knowledge like fish to water. That is what impressed all the tutors.
It was the thirty first of July. Harry's birthday. He woke up and proceeded with his normal activities. After breakfast he entered the Lord's study.
" It's time Harry. I am proud of you son. Proceed with the ritual."
Harry nodded and tied his long messy hair into a ponytail.
He entered the ritual chamber. He sat in the runic circle. He slashed both his hands and allowed the blood to flow onto the runic circle.
"I, Harry James Potter, scion of the most ancient and Noble house of Potter, claims the family headship on the basis of the last living member of the family. I swear upon my life that I will uphold the value of the true Potter and will carry my family forward with HONOUR and Pride.
'OMNES DRACONIS ADORABUNT' "
He chanted. Harry was hit with a high pressure wind and his body started to itch. After half an hour, Harry opened his eyes. He was bombarded with knowledge from centuries of Potters and certain important Potter spells. Harry suddenly felt very strong. Stronger than he already was. He raised his hand to see the Potter Head of House ring. He felt elated and happy. He cries tears of joy. He vowed to take his family name to greater heights.
He exited the chamber and entered the study. The portraits cheered happily and welcomed the new Lord. His grandparents had proud smiles on their faces.
William was beaming at him.
" Well done son. You have made me proud. "
Harry smiled.
" Go and get a wand today Harry. Buy some more clothes and a new trunk. No Potter has ever sullied his wand with a trace. Demand Garrick to craft one for you." He ordered.
Harry nodded.
" Now show me your marking, sweetheart," his grandmother said.
Harry removed his shirt. He heard a sharp intake of breath.
He looked down to see an Egyptian Black dragon on his chest in flight.
He had a basilisk covering his entire left arm. It truly was a majestic beast. Fawkes had found his place on his right hip. On his back was the image of a roaring Asiatic lion. " So you are the one I am most like." He said. He lovingly rubbed his back. He felt another burn in his right tricep. He was greeted by the sight of a phoenix, with bright yellow eyes." Hedwig" he breathed in amazement.
He suddenly heard a flash and looked to see a white phoenix. Hedwig had converted into a phoenix.
" Well powerful mages have powerful familiars. You must like her too much for her to turn into a phoenix" Charlus said.
Harry caressed Hedwig affectionately.
" I love you too girl" he said with love when she trilled and rubbed against his cheek.
He exited the mansion and apparated to Diagon Alley.
He entered Gringotts. He directly made his way to Griphook. He saw a platinum blonde woman there approaching a counter next to him. He thought she was familiar but couldn't place where he knew her from.
" Greetings Griphook. May your enemies die by your blades and you prosper." He greeted the goblin.
The goblins were surprised with that address. Griphook fell out of his chair in shock.
He then looked at who it was and greeted back with a smile.
" Greetings Lord Potter. May your vaults overflow with gold." He greeted Harry .
The women next to him gasped.
" L..lord Potter!!??" She asked, flabbergasted.
" Yes My lady. May I know who you are??" He asked politely.
" Narcissa Malfoy, my lord." She said with a curtsy.
" Ahh, my apologies, Lady Malfoy. I couldn't identify you. I have heard a lot about you from Grandma. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He said and kissed her hand with a greeting.
" Aunt Dorea??" She questioned.
" Yes mam. Her portrait to be exact." He said.
"She was a good woman. My favourite aunt." She said with a smile.
" She shares the feeling, mutually Lady Malfoy." She smiled and nodded.
" Mrs Malfoy, I will be blunt. I don't like your husband. He is a swine who kisses the boots of another filth. Your son looks to be following in his footsteps as well if his behaviour towards anything other than Slytherin is anything to go by. I don't want to make an enemy out of him. Please do tell him to rein in. I won't cross his path if he doesn't. If he persists ,you better than many know how dangerous going against a Potter can be." He said with steel.
" I don't know what I can do Mr Potter. He is too into his father's clutches to listen to me." She said and Harry could see sadness and a bit of fear in her eyes.
" You are my cousin, aunt Narcissa. Your family is my family but I don't think I can ever spare Lucius. He is a bastard." Harry said.
" I don't expect you to be Harry. I only want to save Draco. Nothing else. Lucius is not the man he shows to be and I know that he has to pay for all he did. I only ask you to give him a chance to correct himself, Harry." She asked.
" I will. I have certain appointments, I will see you later Aunt. If you have anything to say or say, please don't hesitate to write."
He said with a smile.
" Thank you Harry." She smiled. She kissed his cheek and left.
" Griphook, shall we??" Asked Harry.
" Of course Lord Potter." Griphook led him to his account manager where he collected an expandable pouch. He also claimed the lordship of the Peverell and heirship of the Black family as well. He went to the Peverell vault and retrieved the Peverell journal and Grimoire. He picked some tomes which were not present in the Potter Library. He then made his way to the Black Vault. It was a substantial vault. His grandmother had told him that there are books on parselmagic in the Black Vault. He bought them and a few ancient books in curses and also the Black grimoire.
He left Gringotts and went to Ollivanders. He entered the store and suddenly felt a magical presence. He turned towards Ollivander.
" Welcome again Mr Potter or should I say Lord Potter??" He asked.
" Mr Potter is fine Mr Ollivander. I am in need of a new wand. My old one is almost dead. I want you to craft one for me" Harry said.
" Of course Mr Potter. I know for a fact that none of the Potters have used a wand which is previously forged. Let's get to my work area." He changed the shop symbol to closed and led him towards the work area.
" Close your eyes and let your magic leak out and embrace the required materials Mr Potter." He said.
Harry did as he was told. He let his magic loose and picked certain items that just felt right.
Harry opened his eyes to look at the materials he had gathered.
" Blackwood, the wood of freedom. White ebony, the wand of rebirth. Basilisk venom obtained from a thousand year old basilisk. This is the first time I am using it with a wand. Scale of an Egyptian Black, fitting for a Potter. Hair of a manticore obtained freely. Tears of a thestral freely given. This feather is from your phoenix Mr Potter. The symbol of life. Mane of an Asiatic lion.
This will work only for you Mr Potter. Nobody else can use it. I need a vial of your blood to fuse these woods." He said and Harry complied.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry's wand wad ready. It was a work of a master. Pure white with black stripes on it and a lenth of 13 inches.
" Treat it well Mr Potter. As I said you will achieve great things."he said .
Harry thanked him and paid seven hundred galleons and left.
Harry then made his way through the alley and went on to purchase all his required materials. School textbooks, potions supplies, a multi compartment trunk. He then went to Madam Malkins and purchased clothes of all kind.
He was about to portkey home when he saw the Daily Prophet, and he almost fell down in shock when he read the headlines.
" Mass Murderer Sirius Black escapes Azkaban"
TBC--
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