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Previously:

Harry stared at the bloodstained parchment. Then he rubbed his eyes and looked again. He was seeing things, right? No. Before him was his lineage, his bloodline.

Harry began to read aloud to himself.

"Harry James Potter

Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter.

Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

Heir to…"

Harry stopped dead.

Nope. There is NO way.

Harry then, twice in as many days, fainted.

Chapter 3

Sixteen year old Harry Potter sat in Griphooks office, staring blankly at the goblin in front of him.

"So I'm Merlin's heir." Harry said in a small voice, more of a statement than a question.

Griphook, seated across the desk from him, replied in a shaky voice, "It seems so." Griphook scanned the pages that appeared in front of him moments later. "Your mother was no muggleborn, Mr. Potter. Lily Evans was a pureblood witch from a long line of squibs. It seems that Merlin had a son. He was a squib, and was hidden away from the wizarding world in shame. Your mother was the great many times granddaughter of the only son of Merlin, Uthur Pendragon."

Harry shook his head in disbelief. This was all so surreal. His fingers traced the letters on the page. "What does this mean for me, Griphook?"

The goblin snapped his fingers yet again, and three boxes appeared before him. "It means, Mr. Potter, that as soon as you sign the bottom of that page, you become emancipated. You will be the Lord of all three houses, and may choose which title you would like to be recognized as. Formally, however, you will be the Lord Potter Black Merlin. Now please sign the bottom of the page with your wand."

Harry pulled his wand out, and hands shaking, signed the bottom of the page. The page glowed golden and with a flash, was gone.

Something inside Harry snapped.

He felt like a vice had violently exploded inside his chest. His back arched and a scream was torn from his throat. All he could feel was pain. As quickly as it had come, it was gone.

Harry laid on the floor panting. He realized that at some point during his fit he must have fallen off the chair. He felt lighter, as if a huge weight was lifted off his chest. His mind felt clearer, and could finally think straight. His body ached from his head down to his feet. When he finally opened his eyes, everything was blurry and he started to panic. He looked around for his glasses, only to realize they were on his nose. Confused, he sat up, took them off, rubbed his eyes, and looked around. Everything was clear. "What just happened?" he asked as he got to his feet and took his seat.

"It seems that you had a block on your magic, my Lord." Griphook answered, rage rolling off him in waves. "And I have a feeling I know exactly who put it there."

"Dumbledore." They said in unison.

"That man is going to pay… doomsday is coming, old man." Everything in the office began to shake.

"My Lord! Please calm down! I wish to keep my office in one piece please." A tinge of humor seeping into the goblins voice. "Now, onto business. These boxes each contain the rings of each house. The one on the left is Potter, middle is Black, and lastly is Merlin. Please put the Potter ring on the left index finger, the Black ring on the left middle finger, and the Merlin on the right middle finger."

Harry put each of the rings on, and he felt the magic in each of the rings settle onto him like a blanket. He felt protected, and comforted. "What kind of magic is in the rings?" he asked.

With a startled look, Griphook said "The standard protection spells on all three. The Potter ring will warm up when someone with the intent to harm you comes near. The Black ring warms up when there is poison in your food, and neutralizes the poison in your system. The Merlin ring was spelled by Merlin himself. There are protections against harmful spells, causing the spells to bounce off your person, as well as gives you the ability of Occlumency and Legilimency. However most people never actually feel the magic. You must be very powerful now, my Lord."

Awed, Harry looked at the rings. The Potter ring was gold, with the Potter crest. The Black ring was silver with the Black crest. The Merlin ring was an iridescent crystal with a small ruby in the center. They were beautiful, each in their own right.

"Thank you Griphook." Harry said. "I have one more favor…"

As he explained his idea to Griphook, the goblin started to smile a most vicious smile.

"Consider it done, my Lord."

To be continued…

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please leave a review on your way out, I would really appreciate it. Reviews encourage me to write more. If you guys have any input on what Harry should be called, leave a note. Lord Potter, Lord Potter Black, Lord Merlin, etc. The most comments wins and I will roll with it guys. Much love, Rin.