On the street of Private Drive stood a rather tall character in a long coat and tilted hat. This character would have never been welcome in the neighborhood he was now invading, not only was he not an average, normal human, but he wasn't human at all. Riverblood was a goblin, one of the few who had survived to true adulthood with Gringotts. He was not one who often visited Muggle neighborhoods, but this was a special case. He approached the door of Number Four and knocked heavily.
"Who the ruddy hell is calling at this hour?" came the booming voice from within.
"I will see dear, just stay there," a softer, higher pitch voice came next.
The door opened shortly after, a tall woman with an unnaturally long neck standing in her house dress and apron inside the home. "Mrs. Dursley?" The goblin asked, keeping his head down so she couldn't see him properly.
"Yes? And you are?"
"My name is Riverblood. I am here to see Mr. Potter." He lifted his head so she could see his goblin features. He knew she would know what he was. "Perhaps you should invite me in. Would be easier than explaining to your neighbors, yes?"
She stood for a few moments, gobsmacked before slowly stepping aside and letting him in. "Vernon!"
A loud groan came from the other room before a whale of a man came waddling into the entrance hall. As soon as he had seen the goblin he screamed loudly. This had caused both boys upstairs to run to the top of the stairs and look down.
"A goblin?" said Harry, obviously confused by his size. "Who are you?"
"GET OUT OF MY HOU-" Vernon stopped instantly at a wave from the goblin's hand.
The creature walked slowly around Harry's uncle, studying him before leaning close and whispering in his ear, "I am going to unfreeze you, you are going to shut up. If you don't," a long silvery blade appeared in the goblin's hand. "Well, I am sure you can come up with something." He vanished the blade and turned to Harry, waving his hand to unfreeze Vernon as he did. "Heir Potter, a pleasure to finally meet you."
The goblin bowed as Vernon backed against the wall of his home, staring at the goblin, horrified. "Harry," the raven haired boy tried correcting him, believing he had tried to pronounce his name.
"Harold actually. Not that I expected you to know that. My name is Riverblood. I am the Potter Account Manager at Gringotts. I have tried to write letters but they continue to get returned. It has been… a week since you slew the Basilisk? Just got back this evening, yes?"
"Yes, but…"
"Not now. I am here to take you to Gringotts for several things, first is to claim your inheritance, after that we will see. Accompany me, please." His long fingers were held out to Harry, a plastic bag dangling between them.
"I can't." Harry said, sitting on the stairs.
"Why?"
"Dumbledore says I have to stay here for a couple weeks, I am not supposed to leave."
"Dumbledore is operating on false information. He, unlike the Goblin Nation, is no expert in Blood Magic, the type that powers the Wards on this house. He is under the assumption that you will be safe here until 17, and the Wards will protect you here or elsewhere. He is wrong. The Wards break when you turn 13. Not that I can fault the man, any other Wizard with these Wards would have them break at 17. Your case is slightly special. If you do not like what I show you at the Bank, I will personally escort you back and place Goblin Guards in this neighborhood to properly protect you. Will you come with me?"
The Goblin's odd tone intrigued Harry. "Fine. I'll go." He stood and ran up the stairs to release Hedwig as to not have to travel with her. He also grabbed his trunk, his Wand already in his pocket. As he dragged the trunk down the stairs Riverblood spoke again.
"Leave that. Won't do you any good."
The small boy paused and considered taking it anyway before leaning it up against the wall and approaching the Goblin.
"Grab the bag please."
The moment he did there was a tug behind his navel as he was whipped around before slamming onto marble flooring. "What was that?"
"A Portkey Heir Potter. Please follow me." Without waiting for the boy to get up he strode off down a hall.
Harry struggled to keep up with the oddly large Goblin. It was several minutes of walking before the Goblin turned to a large silver door and opened it into a massive office. A desk of some sort of dark wood sat in the middle with a silvery chair floating behind it and two ruby chairs sitting in front of it. To one side was a wall of books, a small reading area and a table with maps and figures on it. The other side held armors and weapons, some still coated in various colors of liquid Harry assumed was blood.
Following the Goblin in he was directed to one of the ruby chairs as Riverblood sat in the floating chair, which barely adjusted to his height. Having shed his cloak before sitting Harry could now see the shining golden armor the Goblin was clad in, as well as the oddly shifting warhammer on his hip. The sight was disconcerting.
"Heir Potter, welcome to my home. I spoke earlier of your inheritance, and I would honestly like to get the boring part out of the way if you don't mind."
Harry shook his head gently, gulping as the warhammer shook seemingly on its own.
"Good, first thing," the goblin reached into a drawer and pulled a rather tiny knife from it as well as a bowl that matched it. "This is a Bloodline bowl and the knife that goes with it. The mythril blade will keep outside magics from interfering with the ritual. As you likely know, Blood Magic and its Rituals are outlawed for Witches and Wizards, what you likely don't is that Goblins, upon special circumstances, are allowed them as we originated the magic. One of the small bonuses of your situation, which I will cover more soon, is that it gives us this option.
"Please, take the blade, cut up your wrist, and drip your blood down your fingertips into the bowl. Once there is enough the cut will seal itself, and we can begin."
Harry picked up the knife and held it to his skin, with a deep breath he sliced quickly up his Wand arm. As the blood started pouring he moved his hand to allow it to fall down the tips of his fingers and into the bowl in front of him. The first drop touched the bowl and his world erupted. Pain worse than any he had endured, even worse than the beatings from Vernon or even the Basilisk Venom he had so recently recovered from. While his body did not move, save for the blood dripping down his arm, his mind swam from place to place.
He was swimming through the pool of trees that made up the forest around him, moving from animal to animal, as he searched for something he couldn't recall. His whole being needed to find it, craved it worse that a Vampire craves blood. Then, more pain. Screaming burning pain from his center which Harry could only feel as his scar. Then, it was over. Harry was again in the chair across from Riverblood, his arm sealing itself and a potion labeled 'Blood Replenishing' appearing before him.
"Looks like you had quite a trip, Heir Potter. Wish to share with the class?" The Goblin sat across from him, on edge for a reason Harry couldn't place. It was as though the creature had expected this and as concerned about the outcome.
"I was… in a forest. Roaming. Searching. I… What was that?"
"A horrifying truth. A Blood Ritual designed to pull out the most hidden of abilities, reveal the most concealed inheritances, and bind the most useful of magics all while banishing those that would harm. I think you will like the results." It was then that Harry noticed the paper in the Goblin's hand. He nodded, hoping he would read it to him as his head was still split in two.
Harold James Sirius Potter
Heir:
Potter - Blood
Black - Blood Adoption
Peverell - Blood
Gryffindor - Blood
Slytherin - Conquered
Ravenclaw - Blood
Emrys - Magic
Le Fey - Conquered
Unregistered - Chosen
Abilities:
Healing (Phoenix Tears)
Basilisk Sight (Basilisk Venom mixed with Phoenix Tears and Blood Ritual of Binding)
Metamorphmagus (Black Family Adoption unbound by Blood Ritual of Binding)
Flight (Potter Family Trait)
Infallible Memory (Ravenclaw Family Trait)
Courage (Gryffindor Family Trait)
Parseltongue (Slytherin Family Trait)
Animagus (Parentage Trait - Unknown Animagus)
Emancipated (Emrys Family Magic)
Sight (Le Fey Family Magic)
Binding (Unregistered Family Magic)
Worth:
Potter: Unknown
Black: Unknown
Peverell: 10 Galleons 3 Sickles 1 Knut
Gryffindor: 0
Slytherin: 0
Ravenclaw: 0
Emrys: Unknown
Le Fey: Unknown
Unregistered: No Vault, Unknown Magical Family Worth Unknown
Holdings:
Daily Prophet: 83%
Diagon Alley: 75%
Hogwarts: 75%
Ministry of Magic: 100%
Knockturn Alley: 75%
Properties:
Number 4 Privet Drive (Potter)
Number 12 Grimmuld Place (Black)
Hogwarts (Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw)
Godric's Hollow Manor (Potter)
Gryffindor Castle (Gryffindor)
Ravenclaw Tower (Ravenclaw)
Slytherin Vineyards (Slytherin)
Castle Emrys (Emrys)
Several unknown Properties
Several Unplottable Properties
Several Bound Properties
Several Confiscated Properties
Eligible for Finalization Ritual upon claiming Inheritance.
Harry held his head in his hands and moaned gently. "Will you judge me if I say I don't know what any of that means?"
The Goblin chuckled softly. "Not at all. I know of your upbringing. The biggest thing to know is that you are very rich, very powerful in the political sector, and if the Finalization Ritual goes well, even more powerful magically. Most of the rest I don't understand either, I recognize names but not much else. I can, however, assign a Goblin to look into it, after you claim your Inheritance of course. And these abilities will be researched as well to give you an idea of what they mean. Are you ready to claim your Inheritance then?"
"How does that work?" Harry asked cautious now, after his last trip.
"Simple really, I pull out a magical box, pour a bit of your blood on it, it gets us the necessary Head of House Rings, and you put them on one at a time, as listed, and hope they agree with you."
"And if they don't?"
"Then suddenly, nothing is your problem anymore. Shall we begin?"
Harry stared at him for several moments before nodding. The Goblin did indeed pull out a box, and even poured some of Harry's blood on it. The resulting explosion was not expected nor explained. Nor was the appearance of a giant bird, crackling energy stemming from it before it caught Harry's eye and shot a pure blue bolt of lightning directly at the boy's face.