When the entrance closed behind him, Harry tensed up as the familiar feeling of foreboding started to trickle down his spine. Straightening his clothes, he tightly gripped his wand trying to ignore the strange whispers he thought he heard echoing through the hall. Taking a deep breath, he strolled down the hall, eyes flitting about trying to catch any sign of movement.
The sound of his footsteps echoed through the endless hallway, bouncing off the dark grey stone walls. Harry's glasses fogged in front of him as he released a breath. The cold air causing him to shiver through his too large rags, the thin patchy material barely fit to be called clothing.
After what felt like hours of walking, Harry clenched his teeth, trying not to yell from annoyance. He had been walking down the corridor for what felt like hours and there was still no door in sight. All he could see was some torch brackets on the wall and the walls continuing onward to who knows where.
After walking for a few more minutes, he was almost about to just give up and try to see if he could find a way back to diagon alley, when he noticed that one of the torch brackets was attached to an area of wall that looked a little different from the rest of the wall. It seemed to be covered in less soot then where the other torch brackets were attached. The torch itself looked like it was barely stuck onto the wall if you took a closer look. If Harry had thought it over a little he would have realized that something had purposely drawn his attention to that area, as even with his glasses on he normally wouldn't have noticed something this insignificant looking.
Walking up to the bracket, Harry impulsively, even if he knew it was rather stupid of him to do as a wizard, grabbed onto the torch. Feeling a familiar uncomfortable hook-like pull behind his navel, a torrent of curse words popped up in Harry's head as he felt himself get pulled to somewhere unknown, his hand still clenched around the torch that he now knew was a touch activated PortKey.
As the sensation of being caught by a hook disappeared, Harry let out a grunt as he fell backwards onto a hard wood floor. Groaning quietly, he glared at the torch bracket he still held and threw it across the room at the wall, hard. After the clatter of the bracket hitting the wall quieted down, Harry sat up wincing at the slight throb he felt through his lower back which combined with the severe headache he still had, was doing a number on his patience.
"Stupid Port Keys..."Quickly clambering back onto his feet, Harry noticed that the room he was in was very different from the cold hallway he had previously been standing in. The walls and floor were a whitish wood paneling that made everything look very bright and welcoming. A grated fire was burning in a fireplace which was made out of a dark black marble. a large comfortable looking couch was resting against the wall opposite the fireplace, it's soft greyish-purple velvet upholstery looked comfortable and soft. An old grandfather clock with strange shimmery metal hands was standing next to the fireplace, ticking away silently in the quiet room. Giving the clock a cursory glance, Harry stood up quickly brushing off his dizziness. Noticing the inconspicuous door too his right, he quickly marched over to it and yanked it open.
Now at this point of time, Harry was very annoyed. He didn't know what was going on, why this head goblin wanted him here, or even why he'd followed that other goblin so willingly in the first place. So he was quite ready to get to the bottom of it, upon opening the door to what appeared to be an office though, he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to go in. The room in front of him had a desk and a chair, the standard office essentials and then it just went weird even for Harry's standards. The entire room seemed to be covered in some kind of rainbow glitter, it was covering every single surface in the room and as Harry looked closer he realized that it was even covering a small goblin that was trying to get rid of the shiny material. The goblins small body was jumping all over the place as he tried to remove the glitter from on top of the desk as well as himself. Deciding not to question all the glitter, Harry knocked on the door frame to get the goblins attention.
"Need some help?" Jumping at the voice that echoed behind him, the goblin turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway.
"Ah, Mr Potter you're here. No I do not need any help with the... glitter. Unfortunately a very strange friend of mine played a prank on me, it should, hopefully, disappear soon." Gesturing over to the chair in front of his desk, the goblin quickly scurried over to his desk and sat down after sweeping as much glitter as he could off the chair.
"The name is Marba by the way. I'm assuming you are wondering why you are here Mr Potter, and we will get to that in a minute, first of all though would you like any refreshments?" Sitting himself down in the visitor chair, Harry tried to ignore the fact that he would most likely be covered in glitter now, as he listened to Marba. Snapping his fingers, Harry was slightly startled to see a platter appear with teacups and biscuits on it. Politely accepting a cup of tea, Harry after taking a sip was pleasantly surprised to find his headache disappearing as well as the strange pin-like pain slowly disappearing from his limbs.
"So what am I doing here Marba? I'm guessing you are the Head Goblin? What reason do you have to want me here?" Taking a sip of his tea Marba smiled politely, as politely as a goblin could, and pulled out a piece of parchment from a drawer. Looking at it for a second he then grabbed a small knife before handing both over to Harry.
"Mr Potter, we have recently found some discrepancies with your vaults, while investigating these discrepancies, we came across the possibility that you might not be a hundred percent yourself." Hearing what Marba said, Harry /jerked his attention away from the parchment to glare at the small goblin.
"What do you mean not myself?!" Raising an eyebrow at Harry's raised voice, Marba lifted up the teapot and refilled the two teacups in front of them.
"I mean that there is quite a large probability that you have been placed under spells without your consent or knowledge." Pushing the parchment a little further forward, Marba lifted the small knife up and held it out to the wide-eyed boy.
"Now there is no reason to be alarmed but I need you to place a drop of your blood on that parchment I handed you before. It will bring up any spells that might have been placed on you against your will." Harry looked at the knife for a few seconds before grabbing it and gingerly slicing the tip of his index finger and squeezing a drop of blood onto the parchment. Seeing this, Marba quickly grabbed a small bottle that had been on the desk and poured a few drops of the clear liquid inside over the parchment. After waiting a few minutes, the parchment glowed a bright red before words started to appear on it in neat handwriting.
Hadrien Peverell - Birth Name
Harry James Potter - Adopted Name
Under the Influence of:
Complex trust Charm directed towards Albus Dumbledore, The Weasley Family, Hermione Granger and the house of Gryffindor at Hogwarts.
Blind Trust Charm directed towards Albus Dumbledore, Ron weasley and Hermione Granger
Complex Distrust Charm and Hate Charm directed towards Malfoy family, Riddle family, Severus snape and the Slytherin house at Hogwarts.
Multiple uses of Obliviate, Usage increased over time.
Fog-minded Spell, used to dull senses, intelligence and willpower.
Extreme Love spell directed to Ginny Weasley, strength of spell increased over time.
Tracing spell, null and void from entering gringotts.
Blocking Spells - Currently Blocking:-
- Parsel Tongue ~ 90% blocked
- Eyesight ~ 40% blocked
- Aura Sight ~ 100% blocked
- Magic control ~ 70% blocked
- Creature Inheritance ~ 100% block (Warning: If removed, creature inheritance will immediately take place, Recommended extra measures to be put in place before removal)
Side Effects:
- Damage to magical core
- Stunted growth
- Malnourishment (Partial cause, other causes present)
- Weak Constitution
- Extreme Migraines
Recommended course of Action: Removal of all spells, and application of health and healing spells.
"Merlin, I'd hoped he was lying..." Marba said as he brushed back the the slightly long grey fringe flopping over his beady eyes. Sighing, He looked up to see that Harry looked absolutely gobsmacked and pale to the point that he almost would have thought the teenager was dead if he didn't know better. The different birth name had surprised Marba though. He hadn't expected Harry to have been adopted.
"Are you alright Mr Potter?" Harry wasn't alright, not at all. He felt like he had been betrayed, and he realized that he had. He had been betrayed, there was no blood protection. There was no truth. There was no reason for him to have lived with the Dursleys all these years. He wasn't a potter, not in the slightest. Feeling his chest start to seize up, Harry started to breath in and out slowly and as smoothly as he could to fight off what he knew was the start of an all to familiar panic attack. Rubbing his thumb into his wrist, Harry tried to ground himself as he took deep breaths.
Releasing a shuddery breath, Harry grabbed the tea and took a big swallow hoping it would help to calm him down. He only noticed that the rainbow glitter had disappeared when he looked up a moment later. Placing the cup down he turned towards the concerned goblin in front of him and smiled weakly.
"I would like to see a history of- of withdrawals from my- my vaults please." He stuttered as Marba sighed sadly. Turning to the drawers on his right, Marba pulled out a piece of parchment with the information already scrawled on it and handed it over to the teenager in front of him. Reading through the parchment Harry's shoulders slumped and a small sound left his mouth that Marba swore was the most heart wrenching sound he'd ever heard.
"There have been large withdrawals from your account recently by Albus dumbledore, Molly Weasley and the Granger family, it was one of the reasons why we needed to see you." Harry quickly threw the paper aside as he looked back at Marba.
"There are more reasons?" Harry muttered as he slowly started to curl up into a ball.
"Yes there are more. It is required by law that all Wizarding children of pureblood descent, even if they are a half-blood, are tested for a creature inheritance for their own safety and the safety of others. Having a teenage wizard go through an unknown creature inheritance can be dangerous especially if they are a creature such as a vampire." Harry was confused, extremely confused. What the hell were creature inheritances and what did it have to do with him.
"What is a creature inheritance?" Marba's jaw almost hit the floor when he heard those words come out of Harry's mouth. Remembering that Harry grew up with a muggle family, and considering everything that had been done to him without his knowledge, he realised that he should have figured that it would be quite likely he didn't know. Releasing a sigh, Marba took a small clear slightly glowing stone out of his pocket and placed it on the desk.
"If you would please place a drop of blood on the stone and say 'haereditas viventem' I will then explain to you what Creature Inheritances are." Staring at the clear jewel for a few seconds, Harry started to follow the instructions, squeezing his index finger to get the blood flowing out of it again. He watched wearily as a drop of blood fell from his finger on to the stone. Absorbing the blood the stone started to drastically shift through different colours, none of them exactly the same until it settled on one colour. The small stone swirled with a dark cloudy grey colour, specks of white and red and green popping through every few seconds. Frowning Marba stood up and took down a book from the shelf behind him. Sitting back in his chair he poured over it for several minutes before his eyebrows rose up almost impossibly high as his eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped open in shock. Harry fidgeted in his chair as he waited for Marba to finish reading, lifting his legs up into his chair and wrapping his arms around them in foreboding of what he might hear.
Placing the book on his desk, Marba smiled as he looked up at the impatient young wizard.
"Sorry for my muteness. It seems that you have a very rare creature inheritance, so rare that the line has been thought to be extinct for a few decades actually." Harry sat up straighter hearing this, curiosity buzzing in his brain. Tossing a quick look at the crystals strange colours, Harry turned in his seat until he was directly facing Marba, eyes boring into the Goblin with curiousity.
"It seems you are a-
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"You're a wizard Harry!"
Couldn't help it XD
Sorry for the cliffhanger I felt the chapter was going too long... ･（／△○＼）・゜゜・． Please don't hurt me! *hides under bed* on the bright side this does mean I'll most likely be putting another chapter out in a couple of days 🎉(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
- Turtle out!