A/N Thanks for all the reviews as they make me want to work harder in getting this story out to the people.
Warnings: Rated M for abuse, gore and violence, language, adult themes, mentions of suicide, child abuse and other possible trigger warnings.
#goblin Language#
7 years ago.
Gringott's branch in Diagon Alley
The woman that stood before the goblins made them tremble. Her power was barely contained as she spook in their language. # I am here to speak to the one incharge of the Potter accounts. And to see who was to be the guardian of the last of the Potters. You know who I am so do not test me.#
The clerk simply nodded as he closed his booth and escorted the woman to the back halls. He was well aware of the powerful figure following his lead and he hoped that this was not going to end badly for the Goblin Nation. As he knocked on a door he heard the account manager mouthing off in goblin tongue. He cringed as the woman's eyes narrowed. Finally they were allowed to enter. The younger goblin quickly left as the Manager waived him off.
"What do you want?" The goblin did not even look up as the white skinned female sat down. Her long black hair matching her black dress and cloak. He showed no attempt to even acknowledge he presence.
"I am here to see the Potter wills. And to find out who the authorized Guardian for Harry Potter is."
"The wills are sealed and that is not information I can give out. #Why do I have to deal with these foolish witches trying to get a marriage contract with that boy.#" The goblin still had not looked up to even see the now annoyed woman.
"You are allowed to tell any who ask, the name of a guardian for a magical minor unless you can produce the proper forms from the Goblin Nation to withhold such information. SO tell me who sealed the Potter's Wills?" This time the woman's voice lost all courtesy.
The arrogant goblin sneered as he replied, still not looking up from what ever he was reading. "#Damn woman knows that law, fine I'll play this game.# The wills were sealed by Albus Dumbledore, he is the legal magical guardian for the boy. He was appointed by the Wizengamot. Anything else?"
The room started to warm up as the solid black eyes glared at him. "Was the sealing done before or after the appointment?"
"#Insufferable witch.# Whats it to ….you..." The manager finally looked up to see the woman glaring at him with solid black eyes, Blood red skin and two very strong looking horns curving from her temples, over her head and down her back with her hair. The thing he truly saw was the pair of massive wings from her back as she growled at the arrogant fool.
The door opened and in marched 5 guards and the Head Director himself to see this display of power. Her words however revealed who was in the wrong.
She poke with a cold tone,"#I heard all your insults and the fact that you only know look at me so be warned that my actions are now just. In the name of King Crowley of the Terra Mortis I Queen Lilith hereby command you to speak all truths to my questions. Who is the rightful guardian of Harry Potter? Why are the Potter Wills sealed? And were they sealed before or after the appointment of this Dumbledore as a false magical guardian#?"
The Goblin looked at the director, who only glared back. #Answer her now!#
"Albus Dumbledore sealed the Wills after looking at them but I did not receive the Wizengamot forms till two days after that. The forms where dated for the day I got them. I was here when the wills were drawn up and Albus was the witness so I did not question his actions till later when he requested the trust vault key." the goblin was trying to remain to remain brave but he was terrified at the Queen's magical presence.
"Director Ragnok, a pleasure to meet you but I believe this needs to be dealt with first. I happen to Know that the wills did not appoint this Dumbledore to be Harry's guardian, nor was he supposed to be allowed access to the Potter vaults. I want to inform you that as of August 3 1983. at 12:43 AM, The boy in question died. Worse yet was how he died and therefore came to our attention. Now this young soul is being given a very rare chance at a new...existence. The House of Perevelle has returned and all houses descended are to be absorbed if no heirs are are living. We ask that the Potter accounts be given to a different account manager as this one is not able to continue his employment."
Before any could ask what she meant, a large sharp blade slide through the goblins neck. Behind the goblin was a skeletal thin and very tall woman in ragged robes, carrying a scythe. "Hello Ragnok, hope you only need the head.. Now as The Queen said, the House of Perevelle is returning, Harold Deathson Perevelle is to given full access to all accounts descended from Perevelle. The only ones to be his Guardians are the House of Crowley, he is also to be emancipated when his 11th year arrives." She waited for any to challenge her.
"And the Potter account will remain active to see just how this foolish old man is going to deal with the truths. If there is any activity then the Queen or Harold is to be informed right away. Oh here is the paperwork for the Goblin Nations records and Please note that I know exactly what the wills say, I did ask the source after all. They are not pleased with Gringotts at the moment."
With the concluded and the body removed by a bone dragon from a black gateway summoned by the Queen. The Teller named Griphook became the new Account Manager and Terra Mortis liaison for the British Gringotts branch. Review of the will also lead to other interesting discoveries. Lilith was loving this new entertainment. Little did she know that the boy in the center of all this was currently being courted by her younger daughter.
September 1st
Present time:
Inside the Hogwarts express in a carriage near the end was a young man stretched out in the seat with a young woman cuddled into him with her back against the seat. She had his other hand wrapped up in hers as she softly slept on top of his chest. Their leather hide pants and simple shirts kept the sceen modest but to the backwards community they were visiting, this was a big scandal for children of such a young age.
The first to enter their hide away was a red headed boy that looked frantic. "Hey have any of you seen... Bloody hell, why you letting her lay all over you like that?" He was quickly ejected from the room as the door slammed closed. Later a Bushy haired girl came in looking for a toad.
"Does it wear a pink dress?"
"Umm...No."
"Oh ok then... Scrapper." A dark skinned House elf wearing a knife bandoleer appeared. " A toad free from its owner is on this train please locate it and bring it and its owner here." No POP no sound just the sudden lack of his presence for a few seconds till he was back holding a toad and a small boy.
"Young man please forgive me for not greeting you properly but my wife is quite comfy and and I dare not interrupt that. Scrapper here will explain proper handling and care for your amphibian ally then return you to your compartment. As this is the most entertainment I have had on this trip.
"Thank you, I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom."
"And I'm not happy you have a house elf..." the girl panicked as the elf growled at her as its fingers twitched near a knife.
"I is Scrapper, Drow! not House elf, I follow the strongest and right now that is Lord Crowley. I am no servant. I helped because even I know not to disturb the Lady's rest. Please lower your tone and never assume that what you know is the only facts. I can see in yous. I see wisdom but not the right logic to use it properly." He went back to helping Neville.
"I...I am sorry, My name is Hermione Granger, I was wondering if we could stay here as well. I am not well liked because I'm...a muggleborn." The look she got was not what she expected. The boy raised his eyebrow at the words.
"I see... so your a first generation magical born to non-magical parents, and because of the bigots in British Magical society your are bullied. I thought my affliction would be more of a problem that ones gap in heritage. At your earliest convenience, you should go to Gringotts and get an inheritance test done. That will prove that your a descendent of a squid from one of the old houses. Proven fact that all first gens are related to an old house if you actually look far enough back."
Hermoine looked at him in awe as he basically called the purebloods, bigots and bullies, and told her how to prove herself and her family to them. The door opened and a very smug and sneering platinum blond stood there flanked by two very dense looking muscle boys.
"Well well.. look here.. a pureblood of the light with mudbloods...Urk." No one saw her move but the girl that was sleeping was now infront of the pompus git with her fist buried in his stomache. With a jump and a spin kick she launched all three boys out of the door. (cough) "Wait till my father hears of this. You will.."
"Blood means nothing to a House that is not afraid of shedding it. Either you walk away or find out why the House of Crowley has never fallen or lost in over nine millenia. We are the old blood and you are now dirt to us." He did not dare smart off as he look into her eyes seeing her willingness to kill him where he stood with out hesitation. The three ran off down the hallway as she turned to the others.
Scrapper was at her side using a wet cloth on her hand as she sighed. "I really need to find a good spa if there are more of him around. Hermoine was it. Greetings, I am Lady Alistorian Lilith Crowley-Perevell and you have meet my husband Lord Harold Deathson Crowley-Perevell."
Neville froze up at those words as he was in shock. Hermoine was not sure why but the fact of those titles and how they acted meant a lot to here. "G..Greeting Lord and Lady." She bowed to them and suddenly Neville did to. Scrapper took the distraction to leave. "I have to ask being Muggle.."
"Don't use that word. Noid or non-magical is the way to describe your parents to a magical. But the term .. you used...is not going to fly around us. All souls are the same when their time comes. None shall be ranked higher or lower when they pass on."
"Harry... call me Harry if you wish when not in formal company. And she likes Alice, although It is odd when Scrapper does a perfect Chestshire grin." Hermoine giggled then tried to explain it to Neville.
They had to change into their robes but Harry and Alice simply refused. They did not see what these robes had to do with the school but knew it would not be in their interest to wear them. They did don long blood red trench-coats with the Crowley crest on them. Neville went down the hall to the loo to change and Harry stood guard at the door in case someone tried to peek at a girl changing.
As they arrived he looked at the other students before hearing a booming voice calling the first years.
The massive man with a furry coat and wild beard waved them over to be lead to the boats they would use. The group stayed together on a boat before.
AS The older woman who called herself Professor Magonnigal finished her 'Sorting and Houses' speech she frowned at the sight of two trench-coats. "Why are you two not in your robes, there had better be a good reason for this."
Harry smiled at her. "I do believe the Headmaster alerted you to our..unique..conditions to attending your school. And my house is clearly stated as you can see. Besides if you really wish to split hairs the you should realize that tomorrow is the first day of school and not today. There for a rule stating that all students are to wear the school uniform during active school days cannot be enforced today."
She scowled at this clear words and decided to look into it soon. She was secretly pleased if that was true as many students made complaints of having to change on the train. "I shall return in a minute."
As she left the others were whispering about what just happened. They were interrupted by a group of ghost suddenly floating through the wall talking about someone named Peeves. Even the Ghosts stopped as said entity appeared before the Lord and Lady. "I Peeverus De LaMont hereby repledge my service to the House of Crowley. I will do as you comand and provide aid to you and your durring your stay here at the castle." He was bowing and trembling as he spoke.
The other ghost looked at the pair before also bowing. "Welcome Lord and Lady Crowley-Perevell."
"We accept your pledge and welcome you Peeverus De LaMont back into the service of the Dead King's House." Harry smiled at all of them as did Alice. Soon Magonigal returned and ran off the ghost before telling them to line up by surname.
The sorting explained so much but when it came time for their turn they looked at the Headmaster and shook their heads. "Albus Dumbledore, we will not be party to this ridiculous act of discrimination. Each house has its merits but I can clearly see from just the first few sorting that the biasedness and segregation are flagrant and unjust. This is clearly detrimental to their education. We will NOT be sorted. Besides I highly doubt Terrance there wants to look into my head after all I have seen and done. My affliction would be to much for him."
Hermoine narrowed her eyes at him for his disregard for the traditions and authority, but she did agree to his logic. The words of the drow repeated in her ears..wisdom but not the right logic to use it properly... she wanted to be in the same house as them but then her mind remembered they were married as they kept claiming. They would be in private quarters.
The hall murmured as the Headmaster was called out on a logic statement and even the Ravenclaws where ashamed to not see that before and to be a part of it all. They also regretted that the pair would not be in their house.
"Lord and Lady Crowley-Perevell, I understand your position as this is a rare occurrence. I have arranged for a table off to the side here of the teachers so that we may share knowledge as well as made arrangements for your our rooms. Please come join us." Dumbledore smiled thinking his acts would allow him to gain some control over the pair.
"We accept the seating for tonight but will choose a random house to sit with at each meal. If a teacher wishes to discuss anything with us then they should stop distancing themselves from the students and join us at the tables as well. You are still causing segregation and that is not helping your schools status with us." The girls was holding a mask of indifference and nobility that seemed to overpower even the purebloods resolve.
They sat at the table but with a wave of his hand the crest for Hogwarts appeared over it and the table expanded to allow anyone to join them.
AS the sorting continued every one noticed that a certain name was not called. This led to more rumors as we as a few snide remarks from the Slytherin table. Harry looked at the old coot to figure out why they were expecting the a dead person. (A/N same sorting as the books)
As the Headmaster stood they all grew silent. "Greetings new students and returning students. I am proud to see such eager faces to learn the wonderful arts of magic so let us begin with a feast say hello to your fellow housemates." He sat down as the food appeared on all but the new table. A strange elf with Dark skin in a chefs suit and hat appeared. After a couple words he Popped out then returned with two plates of some noodles and rice and meats. (think Hibachi noodles with Beef and Chicken and the rice. And Yumm-yum sauce)
"Lord Crowley? What exactly is that, I don't think I have ever seen that dish before.?" The small professor sitting nearby was smiling and very curious. "Oh forgive me, I'm Professor Flitwick, Charms class and Head of the Ravenclaw House. My house is known for wisdom and research so I find new things truly amazing." Harry smiled and nodded as he described the food and stated the Professor should research 'Hibachi grill' for other good food ideas.
After the food and dessert disappeared the Headmaster gave a word of warning about the Forbbiden Forest and the third floor hallway on the right side. Alice questioned as to why you would give a statement to young foolish children knowing they will try to do it anyway. Harry was more annoyed at the fact that such an issue was in a school of kids just learning magic.
They were escorted by Dumbledore to their rooms, that notably were near the Gryphindores, that was guarded by a living portrait of on olden Knight. " I do not think that this is a proper security measure. This one reports to the Headmaster so if we have company who may wish to be anonymous, well that shall be fixed."
With a wave of his hand the portrait was moved to the other side and a massive Onyx door bearing the Crowley and Perevell crests stood along the wall. A small rope came out of the wall for guests to ring. It was warded to his satisfaction and even a mail slot appeared beside the door. "We will gladly Accept meal invitations and other study requests by this means. Now please have that wonderful knight placed somewhere he can be of better use."
Albus frowned inside as his plan was deterred again. If he was told who was visiting the couple and when he could be sure to get more information about them. He knew there was something about the Lord that tied to Harry Potter. He tried to follow them inside to discretely add some extra monitoring spells but was pushed back by an unseen force.
"Oh? Was there anything else Headmaster? We do wish to get some rest before beginning our day tomorrow." Albus smiled and shook his head as he wished them good night. He walked off after placing a couple spying charms in the hall.
As soon as he left and the door closed Alice summond three small Imps. "Whats you want." One of them growled out. The other two smacked him in the Back of the head. "Sorry boss, whats wes do for ya?"
"Better, now lets have some fun. Find and remove all listening charms to the public bathrooms, all spy charms are to be placed outside of the girls bathrooms. And put up anti House elf wards. Only Imps, Drow and Fawkes are allowed to pop in...Add a level 4 anti apparition ward as well. Now dear husband of mine lets get settled in."
Later in the Headmasters office. A house elf was trembling. "Sorry sir, b.b..but they did not have any trunks with the rest and we did not sees any animals for them eithers. That stranger elf said he was a Drow and would personally prepare all food for the...royal heir and his wife." The elf looked at the anger behind the old mans eyes with dread.
"My plans are failing before they begin and I still have no idea just how they are connected to the missing Harry Potter, leave me, but if you can learn more about them from this.. Drow..then please inform me as well." He was already told that the elves could not pop in to serve them snacks and drinks or to spy on them out of sight. Now he can't slip a loyalty potion into their food and drink either. This was getting complicated and it was only the first night.
A/N Misspelling will occur so please KINDLY let me know so I can correct them when possible. Also thank you to all who read this wether you comment or not it still means there is interest and motivation.
(Noodles and MT DEW also act as motivation) :)