Harry jolted awake suddenly. He stared around him wildly. Where was he? He blinked a few times, but his surroundings remained blurred.

"Here, Mr Potter," said a voice.

Harry felt something touch his hand. Grabbing the object, he realised that it was his glasses. He put them on gratefully.

Looking around again, Harry frowned in confusion. He was in a small, low ceilinged chamber with white, marble walls. He sat on a small bed, which along with a small desk and chair, was the only piece of furniture in the room. A goblin stood next to him, wearing the Gringots uniform.

"Where am I? How did I get here?"

"You are in a secure chamber in Gringots bank," the goblin replied, "we brought you here to speak on some very important matters."

Something about this stirred something in Harry's mind. How had they brought him here? Where? It was gone. Harry nodded.

"Err, okay. What do we need to talk about?"

"Certain matters have been brought to our attention recently regarding your heritage."

"Err... What?"

The goblin sighed before responding patiently, "your heritage, Mr Potter. We at Gringots have come to suspect that you may be descended from certain rather wealthy houses. To confirm this, we took some blood from you as you slept. The test should be complete by now."

Harry shivered. He wasn't sure how to feel about the possibility of being descended from other wealthy families. After all he already had plenty of money from his parents. He knew that he was certainly not comfortable with the idea of blood being taken from him in his sleep, however.

The goblin took a sheet of paper from the desk and scanned it quickly before handing it to Harry. Harry took it with trepidation.

"This all looks in order," the goblin informed him.

Harry glanced at the parchment. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw. This couldn't be right.

"This says I'm the heir to all the Hogwarts founders, Merlin, the Blacks, the Gaunts, the Dumbledores, the Russos, Pythagoras, Zeus, Thor, and the Ways."

"That's correct. But to become the heir to the Way house, you must choose at least one additional middle name. Raven would work for you."

"So my name would be... Wait a minute! Why does it say here that my name is Harilaos?"

"Perhaps because that is your name."

"No it isn't. My name's Harry, just Harry."

"Well the parchment disagrees, and the parchment is always right. Your parents clearly wanted a more traditional name for you."

"Alright, alright, but what about this. It says total wealth: could not compute. This isn't even a computer, it's just a piece of parchment! Then here, it says inherited magical abilities: all. What on earth does that mean? And look! Here it says creature inheritance: half dragon, half phoenix, half unicorn, half vampire, half werewolf, half fae. That's too many halves! According to this I should be three people!"

"The parchment never lies," the goblin responded stubbornly, "to answer your first question, it is safe to assume that you will never have to think about money again, but the parchment may be having some trouble as some of the families listed are from other dimensions of reality. As for the powers, I would have thought that was quite clear. You have all of them. Natural animagus, metamorphmagus, parcelmagic, elemental magic, healing, and of course, the ultimate ability to wish. As for the creature inheritance, take a look in the mirror behind you."

Harry frowned. The first two explanations had only left him with even more questions. Other dimensions? The ability to wish? Still, it seemed that he might get a clear answer to one question at least. He turned and looked into the mirror.

He screamed. He was monstrous. A jumble of various limbs with a sort of fanged beak and three sets of wings.

"I wish I was human again," he blurted unthinkingly.

The view in the mirror shimmered slightly and his reflection returned to normal. Harry sighed with relief. He was suddenly feeling very tired.

"There, you see, the ability to wish," the goblin observed with satisfaction, "you can only cast it once a day though, so maybe you should go to sleep now so you can get rid of Voldemort as soon as possible tomorrow morning."

"Right," Harry mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.

His last thought before he lost consciousness was that this whole thing had seemed particularly ridiculous and farfetched. He was used to authors writing him into some strange situations, but this was definitely one of the weirdest. Especially considering the story he was meant to be in at the moment. Things better make more sense when he woke up.

A/N

Truthweaver: They definitely will make more sense when we return on Wednesday. I hope you enjoyed my little joke in honour of Fred and George's birthday. A very appropriate day for them. Anyway, CrypticSpren and I will be back with the expected chapter next week. Until then, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Mischief managed.