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My name is what?

Saturday

Waking up, I was surprised to see it was only five thirty in the morning. I laid in my bed, trying to sleep, but between Ron's snoring, and my anxiousness for the day, I couldn't. Instead I decided to use my time wisely, and grabbed my mother's charms journal, closing the curtains once I had it. I flipped it open, and with a muttered Lumos, started reading it. The first few dozen pages seemed to go by quickly, as most of it had been covered in classes already, though I had missed quite a bit. Certain properties on how charms affected items was interesting, things that were more resistant to charms, like dense metal, was also something I missed, or had forgotten. And something she had noted about the levitation charm got my attention.

The levitation charm has two spells. Leviosa, which levitates an object to roughly two feet above the floor, is the root spell. However, when you instead incante Wingardium Leviosa, it allows us to control said objects' location. Leviosa is different from the full charm as it costs less magic to do, and heavier objects don't make it more difficult compared to the full charm, though for heavier objects, it does still increase in the effort required. On top of that, the spell allows the object to simply be moved around by physical contact, though I would assume banishing said object would be easier. Another thing to note about the spell Wingardium Leviosa, is that heavier objects take more effort, but like a muscle, the more weight you practice with, the easier it gets. Whether this is training my magical reserves, or just reducing the effort this spell takes to cast, I do not know yet, but it does make for a fun exercise, and allows me to learn better control.

I would definitely have to experiment with this, just out of curiosity. I wonder if Professor Flitwick would know more about this theory, or maybe a healer? It was worth asking. Either way, there were a few dozen different charms, most that did something similar to another, including three different light charms, one which I started using instead. It was called the Floating light charm, Fluitan Lux, which made a small floating light appear where I wanted it. It took me a minute to maneuver it, but it was perfect for reading, as now I didn't have to hold my wand the whole time.

Soon enough though, the new charm was useless as it was approaching six thirty, and the sun was coming up. So I ended it, and tucked the journal back into my trunk, pulling out my robes and going for a quick shower. When I came back, Neville was the only other person awake, and nodded to me as I left the dorm for breakfast, carrying the beginners guide to dueling with me to read. Hermione was curious about why I was reading it, and I told her Flitwick recommended it to me, and I was intrigued by it. Breakfast passed quick enough once Neville and Hermione had joined me, we just sat and talked, and Neville gave me suggestions and pointers on dealing with the goblins, the types of greetings and farewells you should say, along with rules inside the bank, like no drawing wands without permission. Hermione was shocked that there wasn't a book to discuss these things, and even more baffled that these things could mean better deals at the bank itself, along with being respected by the goblins. Neville explained it was the culture of the bank, that despite the goblins only wanting to hoard gold, they still had respect and integrity, and valued them both equally. Soon enough though, it was 8:50, and I made the walk up to the headmasters office. With a quick muttering of the password, I ascended the steps once more.

It was almost funny, I had been in this office more times in the last two weeks than I had in the last two years combined. I shook the thought as I entered the office, not even bothering to knock as the headmaster once more beat me to it, calling out for me to enter before I could attempt to.

"Ah Mr. Potter, how are you doing?" he asked, his grandfatherly look going full blast, and his eyes twinkling.

"I am feeling better, Headmaster, thank you for asking. Talking about it has helped some, and my friends being supportive was a weight off my shoulders." I replied, before hearing the door once more open, revealing the transfiguration professor, "Hello Professor" I greeted.

"It is good to see you in a cheerful mood Mr. Potter." she replied. "I looked over your things, and I realize now that it is unsurprising you struggle in potions, as most of everything for the subject is poor quality or contaminated. I may not be a potions master, but it is something I noticed. Along with that, most of the things you have are in need of replacement, minus your books, though you are missing the basic guides all children get, I noticed, however, at this point, only the potions and basic magical guides are necessary. We will remedy that all today though, so do not worry." She explained, before turning to the Headmaster, "Should we use Glamors? I believe you two are both too famous to not get noticed in public."

He nodded, and noticing my confused expression, explained. "Glamors are used to change one's appearance, or an object's appearance. Most are easily removed, though some are more powerful and only removable by someone of equal strength or greater. As both of us could not go somewhere publicly, without drawing a lot of attention, all three of us will use one, when not inside of Gringotts. Today while we are out, or in private, you may call me Albus." he explained, as he stood. It was shocking to see him in normal colored robes, light gray to be precise.

"In public, you may call me Minerva, or Aunt Minnie if you wish. I could never get your father to stop calling me that, and once his friends and your mother picked it up, I gave up and accepted the nickname." She said, seemingly lost in memories. It was odd to be getting told to address my teachers by their names, but I understood.

I turned to look at Dumbledore, only to see a younger looking man with dark brown hair, and a well trimmed beard. He waved his wand at McGonagall, and her hair changed to a more filled blonde, her face seemingly losing age with it. Simple and distinct changes, but if I saw her in public and hadn't seen the glamor applied, I wouldn't have recognized her. I quickly memorized them both, before suddenly feeling like a hot liquid was running down my body, though I was completely dry. Dumbledore summoned a mirror, and a quick glance quickly highlighted the changes. My hair was shorter, and a lot less messy, and my cheeks were shallower, my nose a bit more smoothed out, and eyes had been shifted to a dark blue, bordering on violet. My scar was still there, but weirdly enough it was almost entirely gone.

"What do you think, Harry?" He asked, I just nodded, before turning to him.

"How are we getting to the Alley, sir? Surely we aren't taking the train, are we?" I asked.

"Of course not, that is only used for large scale transportation, as it is more effective than over six hundred portkeys, or floos. No, today I will be side-long apparating you. It is a form of travel which you have already done, when you were seven I believe. It is less comfortable when someone takes you, but I believe it will be ok. We first have to leave the grounds though, as I cannot take two along for the distance we are traveling. If you would both take my hands." he asked. I was quickly realizing how much of the magical world I didn't know.

We did as asked, and he gave a countdown from three, and as he finished it, I felt magic around him, before suddenly I felt as if I was being squeezed, while spinning, through a tight tube. It was dizzying, and certainly not like what I felt when I was seven. It was over in seconds though, leaving me gasping for air. I heard a small chuckle, and glared at the man who took me.

"Most vomit their first time being taken side-long. Good job Harry." he said cheerfully. McGonagall watched me for a moment, concerned, but once I was recovered, I reached my hand out.

"Take me there before I change my mind, that sucked." I grumbled out. He obliged, and after another minute of recovering from the second dose of a suffocating dryer cycle, as I dubbed the feeling, I looked around, realizing we were in a large open area of Diagon Alley. I noticed McGonagall was slightly out of breath, but he did say it took power to travel that far.

"You have probably not been here before, but this is the apparition point in Diagon Alley, well, one of three of them. This is where you are supposed to apparate to, though some ignore the rules, and get fines as a result." Dumbledore explained, as the three of us started walking. "Do not worry, something about magic makes it impossible for someone to apparate into another person, and wards stop them from apparition in certain areas. You can, of course, splinch yourself, leaving parts of your body behind, and if separated long enough, will cause you to start bleeding out. It is why you are required to have a license to apparate, as it is, of course, a dangerous thing when you are untrained."

It made me suddenly more thankful that I had not splinched myself, as I certainly hadn't wanted to die in that kind of gruesome manner.

"Our first stop is Twilfitt and Tattings, which specialize in nicer robes, dress robes, along with robes for special occasions. They aren't the only ones who do so, but for today it is who we will use." He explained. "After which, we have the meeting at Gringotts, along with your healer appointment alongside the meeting. It is scheduled for 10:30, but with them, it is always best to be there a few minutes early, and to wait until they are ready, as they value their time the most."

I questioned if it was really going to take us an hour and a few minutes to get robes, but after entering the shop, and seeing its vast size, I understood. After talking with an employee, who said to find him to get fitted once we picked out robes, McGonagall proceeded to drag me to the boys section, with the headmaster chuckling, and after fifteen minutes of holding up different colors and styles, found one she liked the best, which I agreed to, liking it almost as much. It was dark gray, with emerald stitching and accents. The cut on it was more skin tight around the chest and arms, yet more flowing and open around the legs, and the material was flexible, similar to some muggle exercise clothing.

"Ah, have you decided? Oh, and a very nice choice you have made. Acromantula silk, very nice. And the cut would look fabulous on you, young man. Step up here if you would, and we will get them measured out and adjusted to fit you perfectly." the attendant spoke. After making the initial adjustment, and getting the proper underclothes for the style of robes, I went and put them on, and he adjusted them only twice more. It was surprising how comfortable they were, and they weren't overly warm or cold either.

"Were there any charms you would like applied? Or Crests to be added? With these being Acromantula Silk, they are already wrinkle resistant, so that is unnecessary." He informed me. I glanced at Dumbledore, who quickly got the message.

"Always fresh, anti-stain temperature controlling, and water-repelling." he replied, and after selecting a scent that smelled a bit like a forest, but more rustic, He applied the charms, before giving us the total.

"And that comes to 146 galleons and 7 sickles." My jaw dropped at the total, but the headmaster didn't seem surprised. Muttering about getting good deals compared to his robes, he pulled out a pouch, tapping it before producing exactly the right amount. Soon enough, we were on our way, with me in my new robes.

As we started our way to the bank, McGonagall asked me if I liked them. "Obviously, but wasn't that really expensive?"

"Well yes, most children never get robes that cost as much unless the family makes a good money. For your standing, robes like these are a must, though they don't always have to be worn. You would be expected to have something like these if going somewhere official, or to the ministry or a function. Nicer ones would be expected if it is a wedding or ceremony, and should not be worn more than twice or very old, less than two years. They should also always fit perfectly." I was surprised McGonagall knew all of this, but I was guessing this was important, and ensured I memorized it.

"It's always nice to watch you in lecture mode Minnie, oh how I miss being in the classroom at times like these. Teaching was always an enjoyment, even if it takes some work." Dumbledore said, seemingly reminiscent in memories.

"Well worry not, as you will have Harry here to teach." McGonagall said, making me wonder how long I would be listening to lectures for this summer. It was only a short walk into the bank, and Dumbledore removed our Glamors before guiding us to a teller off to the side, who had only one other person in line. Once they moved, Dumbledore walked forward.

"Greetings Master Sharlong, We have an appointment with the Potter Account Manager." He spoke, keeping his voice clear, but quiet. The goblin nodded, before ringing a bell, another walked up from a door. "Take Mr. Dumbledore and company to the Potter Account Manager, Porstle. Follow him there, and thank you for visiting Gringotts." The goblin spoke, I gave a small bow of my head, and followed behind the rest.

We followed the goblin through the halls with many doors, labeled in a language I didn't understand, with armor and weapons encased here and there for display. I noticed several goblins in armor with weapons, probably as security, and other goblins passed us, though taking no real notice. "Here you are. Account Manager Ralfang is inside, and is ready for you. Knock and enter when told to do so. I leave you here." He walked away as we thanked him for guiding us, before Dumbledore gestured for me to knock. Doing so, I waited, before a deep voice called out.

"Enter." The voice did not sound very pleased, but I pushed the door open, walking in hesitantly, the two professors following me as well. "Ah, Mr. Potter, glad you finally graced me with your presence, the presence I requested two years on your birthday for." oh, he was definitely displeased. I didn't get the chance to speak though.

"That is my fault, Manager Ralfang. In my haste to erect the wards at Mr. Potter's muggle residence, when I left him there 11 years ago, I did not think to allow Gringotts mail through, and have neglected to pay attention to the room where his mail was stored. I understand that this was illegal, and I will pay the fines that are due for the infraction." He spoke, shocking the goblin for a moment.

"Mr. Dumbledore, you realize you could very well lose your vaults for breaking the agreement contract with Gringotts?" He spoke, seemingly less angry and more frustrated. Dumbledore nodded. "I will not enforce that, as it was something done unintentionally. However, thirty four summons went out to Mr. Potter. I will be fair and make it 1,000 Galleons a summon, plus a two percent transfer fee. Total of 34,680 Galleons. Does that sound much better?" He spoke.

"I will take the deal, as it is far better. Thank you." Dumbledore replied. "As for this meeting, I understand that the Family vault needs unsealed, and I believe Mr. Potter also has requests, though I will allow him to make them. I would like to make you aware that he was kept ignorant of his standing and inheritance by his muggle relatives, along with being abused by them. I have taken care of his residence until the will has been unsealed, but depending on that, will depend on where he will stay. However, you may need to explain things more in depth so he understands better." The goblin turned to me at his words.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter. I am Ralfang, account manager for the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Potter. I have been for the last fifty seven years, and will continue to do so until my son takes my place, as I did for my father, and he for his. My clan has always handled services to the Potters, and I will be able to answer any financial or legal questions you may have, though for legal representation, you would have to see whoever your family uses. I will do my best to explain everything, but I may miss things. Feel free to ask questions when you need to. Before we begin though, I will need to confirm your identity. This is simple, and only requires a drop of blood on the piece of paper in front of me. Worry not, the knife is clean, and your hand will be healed afterwards." Ralfang said.

We walked forward, sitting at his desk. I had looked around the room, and it seemed to be a lot like the halls. However, there were dozens of bookshelves filled with scrolls and books, different items and papers stacked. The shelves and desk seemed to match, and despite the look of it, I am sure it was well organized. I looked at the simple silver knife, before reaching and picking it up. The goblin, who was named Ralfang, was short, looking only a bit older than Flickwick, with dark hair that was starting to gray, but otherwise not highly distinguishable from other goblins. I did not voice that though.

"Lightly poke your finger. Only a small amount of force, as the knife is charmed to always be sharp, as are all goblin forged blades." Ralfang said. I followed his instructions, and let a drop fall on the small piece of paper, only a few inches in size. My finger immediately stopped bleeding, so I sat the knife down. As I did, I saw that the paper seemed to glow, as the drop of blood spilled, writing out my name, well, sort of.

Hadrian James Potter-Black

"Uh, I thought my name was Harry James Potter?" I asked, staring at the paper. It seemed only the goblin wasn't surprised, as he just calmly looked at me, before speaking.

"That name was given out to everyone, though your name was changed at one point, and now can be updated, as we will give a record of it to the ministry, and Hogwarts with supporting documents. I am sure you all are wondering how this came to be, are you not?" Ralfang asked, and at our confirmation, continued speaking.

"Two months before your parent's died, Mr. Potter, Lord Arcturus Black summoned them and his grandson here. You see, your grandmother, Dorea Potter, was a Black, and as such, you were a nephew to him, and a second cousin to his grandson, who was the heir to the Lord's seat. Sirius was unable to have kids, and as such, may have lost to lordship as he was unable to produce an heir. Lord Black thought this unacceptable, and at the time was against the family being a part of the dark lords forces. In the meeting, he asked for you to be adopted by blood into the House of Black, and made Heir. You were, and after an inheritance test, will be named the Heir, much like you will be to the Potters, and any others that may pop up." He explained.

"I do not understand, it has been thought that Lord Malfoy's son would be the heir to the House of Black?" Dumbledore asked. I took note that the Malfoy's had a lordship.

"That is because he is a fool. The Blacks made it to where only Sirius knew in the family. With his wrongful conviction, it is believed that there will be no other heir, and as Draco is the only well known male related to the Blacks, they seem to think he is entitled to it. Not that it will matter. If the ring and family magic accepts Mr. Potter, then it is no longer up for debate. Once he wears the ring, the contract written with Gringotts between the then-Lord Black will be finalized, with a single paper being filed to the Hall of Records, showing Mr. Potter's blood adoption by Lord Acturus, along with status of heir until his is twenty five, at which time he takes the Lordship from Lord Sirius, who currently holds both the Lordship, and wears the ring, as it was agreed the night of the adoption." Ralfang ranted, before taking a moment to breathe, before apologizing.

"I am sorry for my outburst, Axrak has come to me far too many times after dismissing the Malfoys, ranting that he wants Potter in here sooner than later so that he can quit dealing with the arrogant peacock and his overly entitled spawn." I laughed at that, it was comically accurate.

"I understand then, though I am surprised I did not notice the similarities between Lord Acturus and Harry, I see it now. Should we proceed with the inheritance test then?" Mcgonagall asked.

"And an abilities test of some sort, if you have one. It has been suggested that I might be a natural Occumulens." I said quickly, getting raised eyebrows. I sorta bs'ed that one, but it was an excuse I could use as my parents had suggested the test.

"Of course Mr. Potter, I will get both. Please, sit and enjoy some refreshments, while I am away." Ralfang spoke, getting up and leaving his office, as water appeared. I quickly grabbed some, being thirsty.

"This is good news Harry. Sirius, if what the goblin said is innocent, then him being freed would be great news, if he is within good mind and health." Dumbledore spoke. "How did you find out you may be a natural Occumulens though?"

"Professor Snape sir, he tried to take a small peak in an attempt to gauge my thoughts towards him. I felt an itch… or something tingled in the front of my mind, and pushed it away, making it disappear, shocking him. He explained that it was mental defenses that my mind had made of its own accord, though apparently it is rare to be naturally protected." I replied.

"Interesting, well, if that is the case, you will need training in the mind arts. Both Severus and I are masters in Occlumency and Legilimency, and can train you properly so you do not inadvertently harm yourself." He replied, before we fell into a silence, until Ralfang returned, two other goblins following him in.

"Mr. Potter, this is Axrak, the account manager for the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. Alongside him is Shaman Dorfalk, who will be your healer when you request appointments." Both bowed, giving us greetings, before sitting in chairs that Ralfang produced.

With two sheets of paper, and a bowl with clear liquid in it now sitting on the table, he spoke again. "In the bowl is a potion, which you will add thirteen drops of blood. Once you have, the potion will be poured on both sheets of paper, which have ruins inscribed, though you cannot see them. The combination of them will reveal any inheritances you have, along with vaults in your possession. The other sheet will reveal any abilities you may have, which may be none, or many. Any blood-inherited ones will show if it is from the maternal or paternal side. This goes for both pieces. Which would you like to do first? It is your choice." Ralfang explained.

I looked to Dumbledore and McGonagall, both watching me. McGonagall just smiled, and Dumbledore just nodded, which I guess was telling me to pick. "Inheritances?" I asked more than told. The goblin smiled, slightly unnervingly, before gesturing to the knife on the table once more. Again I poked my finger, before holding my hand over the bowl, counting the thirteen drops as they fell. Once they had, my finger healed, and the potion turned dark blue, before Ralfang poured it across the right sheet.

After a few moments of it glowing, he gestured to it, and I picked it up.

Inheritance Test

Hadrian James Potter-Black

Heir- Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter - Paternal

Vaults:

F-06- Main family vault, 1,354,067 Galleons, 235 Sickles, 410 Knuts

F-06H- Heirlooms vault, No monetary Value

687- Heir Vault, 20,000 Galleons, Full, Refilled at the start of each year

688- James Potter's personal vault, 17,831 Galleons

Heir- Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell- Paternal

F-05- Main family vault, 547,961 Galleons, 23 Sickles

F-05H- Heirlooms vault, No monetary value

274- Heir Vault- 10,000 Galleons, Full, Refilled at the start of each year

Heir- Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black- Blood Adoption

F-01- Main family vault, 2,973,512 Galleons, 126 Sickles

F-01H- Heirloom Vault- No Monetary Value

578- Heir vault- 25,000 Galleons, Full, Refilled at the start of each year

579- Sirius Black's Vault- 25,000 Galleons, Full, Refilled at the start of each year

580- Narcissa Malfoy's Vault- 23,956 Galleons, Refilled at the start of each year

816- Draco Malfoy's Vault- 1,000 Galleons, Full, Refilled at the start of each year

Lord Apparent- Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin- Maternal

G-01- Main Vault, 7,250,670 Galleons

G-01H- Heirlooms Vault, No Monetary Value

216- Heir Vault, 10,000 Galleons, Full, Refilled at the start of each year

Heir- Ancient House of Evans- Maternal

HS-17- High Security Vault, 195,082 Galleons

HS-17H- Heirlooms Vault, No Monetary Value

I simply stared at the sheet, actively telling me that I had over eleven million Galleons. I had nothing to say to it. Not to mention that my mother was a descendant of Slytherin, and that her family was once magical. Dumbledore chuckled at my expression, until I handed him the sheet.

"His mother was a descendant of Slytherin? And he has the magic of the Peverells?" He asked, shocked. Ralfang nodded.

"She never claimed it, but she was. Her many-times great grandfather, the last descendant of House Evans, married the only legitimate daughter of House Slytherin. They had only a single son, who was a squib. As there were no minor lines for either house, the heirship continued to fall, until the family magic was found in Lily Evans, soon to be Potter, weeks before their marriage. She had no clue about it until then, but kept the results hidden. Despite what the Dark Lord may claim, the line of Gaunt never had the claim to the heirship, being of the bastard line when Salazar cheated on his wife. The child was disowned from the family, which is how the vault remained untouched until now." Axrak explained.

"The house of Slytherin has no seat on the Wizengamot, but does hold a fifty percent ownership of the grounds of Hogwarts, and of Hogsmead due to originally owning the land, and coming up with most of the funding. The other fifty percent was split three ways between the other founders. Though since all three lines have died out, the line of Slytherin is the only one with power over the school and wards." Ralfang explained. "Why don't you look at your abilities test, while I inform the Department of Inheritance of the rings that need to be fetched. Should you prove worthy, the vaults listed will be available to you, with rules of course." He spoke, handing me the other paper, before speaking to the other goblins. "If this takes very long, go ahead with the medical evaluation, and we can continue when I return." He walked from the room, having said this. I looked at the paper in my hand.

Abilities test- Hadrian James Potter-Black

Animagus, Tier II

Battlemage, Tier III, Maternal, Paternal

Legilimency, Natural, Tier IV

Occumulency, Natural Tier IV

Parslic, Natural, Tier V, Maternal

Wandless magic, Full - Tier IV

Warmage- Tier V, Paternal

Magical Index Level- VI

Potential Index Level XII

Index level goes from I to XIII

Abilities go from I to V

I sat and wondered what an index level was, but then I remembered that there were people here to ask. "What is a Magical Index level?"

Shaman Dorfalk spoke, the first time since he arrived. "The index is how powerful your magic is, and could become. Rated 0 is non magical and squib, or person who cannot wield magic. 1-13 is a person capable of wielding magic and spells. Children are always born at one, and often grow to three before Hogwarts. Most do not surpass five though, as while a person's magic matures and expands, allowing them to use more magic before exhausting, it does not increase their index, as they would still be limited on the power and concentration of magic. Thirteen is the current highest, and has been since Merlin lived, 1,400 years ago. Twelve was the old record, held by several Peverells, and Godric Gryffindor. Salazar Slytherin was an 11. Currently, the most powerful are several dozen 9's and the only known ten is sitting next to you, but that is where Gringotts is concerned. We do not test in South America, India, China, and Japan, and most do not test. Why do you ask?"

"I wasn't sure, as I have an Index of 6, with the potential of 12? I think it says?" I didn't understand it. The headmaster did though, and was shocked. He asked to see it, and I quickly handed it over.

"My boy, you are going to have a lot to learn, and I truly hope we can help you reach your potential." Dumbledore spoke. "These results will not be spoken of outside of this room, will they?" A threatening tone appeared.

"Of course not, these results are charmed, Gringotts cannot simply share these. If Mr. Potter wills it, they will never be known to anyone outside of this room." Axrak said, seeming to be offended. Dumbledore nodded, and the Shaman spoke again.

"Why don't we do the evaluation, and go over the results of your tests later. Then you will not have to stop later." He suggested. I agreed, wanting it over quickly. Dumbledore brought him up to speed on what was known, but asked him to do whatever was his best judgment on diagnosis.

"Very well, Mr Potter, Please lay on the floor." I followed his instructions, being ordered to lay still with my arms and legs spread. He walked around my body several times, stopping at my head repeatedly. I could feel the different magics against my skin, which was odd. Finally it was over after nearly twenty minutes.

After getting back in my chair, the shaman spoke. "Well, I can confirm the Basilisk Venom is neutralized, and not a risk to you. However, be careful to not allow others to ingest your blood, as they would be poisoned by it. There may be a few effects from it being there, namely immunity to any poison less than that of the venom, of which only two are more deadly. The other is the increased power with Parselmagic. Due to you defeating the basilisk by right of conquest, and having it's venom in you, your abilities may be far more powerful than another Parslic's. Along with that, spells said in parseltongue would be more powerful, so do be careful using it." I nodded to that, and Dumbledore seemed relieved.

"As for the malnutrition, and possible stunted growth, your healer is doing the right thing as far as I can tell. I would suggest a few weeks worth of small doses of Skelegro, to help boost your bone density and strengths, but that should be at her discretion. This should counter most of the effects, though you may end up an inch shorter than you would have otherwise."

"Then the two more pressing issues that you were concerned about. First was the core binding…" Dorfalk started, as Ralfang walked into the office carrying a long box. "What about it, it should have worn off when he was seven?" Ralfang interrupted.

"It did not, it stuck to his core from being casted less than perfectly, to simplify what happened, not breaking until the basilisk venom went through his body, the magic in the venom destroying the binding. Do you know when it was done, and how strong it was?" Dorfalk asked, frustrated for an unknown reason.

"A private healer did, though it was not told to me who, when was only eight months old. He had started summoning toys, and eventually bruised himself when he summoned one bigger than he could catch. Lord Potter believed him a danger to himself, and with the agreement of Lady Potter, brought in a private healer. The binding was a fifty percent binding, strong, but as his power kept growing, they believed it necessary. It was supposed to wear off when he was seven.. I believe Lord Sirius Black knows, but is not capable of telling anyone from Azkaban." Ralfang replied, sighing.

"You said that was the first issue, what about the dark magic that was in his forehead?" Dumbledore asked. That was when the Shamans face darkened.

"There was a Horcrux in his head, or a bastard one anyway. Its weak signature seems to point to it being a small shard, likely accidental, and something the original person wouldn't miss. I traced the signature, which, though I cannot officially confirm, is known as the Dark Lord Voldemort's, and I got feedback from a vault below. I will need to report this to Lord Ragnok, who will make further decisions. As for you Mr. Potter, you should not have any issues with it. It was completely destroyed, and has no connection to you any longer. You may notice better concentration, more powerful spells, and more open positive emotions. If you experience any negative side effects, write to me, and I will quickly open my schedule to meet with you." He spoke, highly interested and concerned. Dumbledore seemed extremely worried, and relieved.

"Will the one in Gringotts be destroyed?" he asked.

"Yes, it may also be used to trace others, though Lord Ragnok may decide not to, unless the vault it is in has enough money in it to cover the costs. Though he might decide it is worth the expense, as we were targeted and killed in some circumstances in the last war. However, it is not your concern. We will find it and get rid of it at the least." Ralfang replied.

"Thank you, this is something I was unsure of. I myself have been attempting to locate evidence of how Riddle survived that night, and this was the proof I was looking for. It is also good to know two of them have been destroyed." Dumbledore said, seemingly deflating in relief.

"Yes, well, I have no other news for you. He is fine otherwise, and other than possibly doing a cleansing ritual, I have no other recommendations, and do not see a need for more treatment. The consultation will come from the Potter family vault, 250 Galleons. Have a good day, and I pray fortune goes well for you." Shaman Dorfalk said.

"May your vaults always be full and your patients always heal well." I replied, he turned, staring at me a moment before nodding, a small but odd looking smile on his face, and leaving. Ralfang spoke next.

"Mr. Potter, why don't we return to what we were doing. These are the heir rings. Each of them has their own protections on them. For instance, the Potter Heir ring protects you from potions and poisons. Useful to protect from lust and love potions. The Black Heir ring protects the Heir from mental intrusion. Each is different. Along with that, each ring works as a key to that family's family vault, and sometimes access to places in properties. It also allows access to wards of properties the family owns, though you need the Lord ring to unlock the wards of the Ancestral homes, at least for the House of Potter, and The Seat of Peverell." Ralfang spoke.

"Blackmoor Manor also requires the Lord ring, as Lord Acturus locked it before passing on the Lord ring to Lord Sirius." Axrak spoke.

"Well try them on, I would suggest left to right, starting with the Potter ring." Ralfang spoke, opening the box on his desk. I reached forward, lifting up the ring. It had a griffin on it, with a wand and sword. Carefully, I slid it onto my right middle finger, and felt a small pulse of magic through my body, before it stopped, and the ring shrunk to fit perfectly. Small bits of knowledge floated into my mind, and thinking about it made it clearer, telling me the protections of the ring, properties, and their wards, and some spells that I did not know the effects of, and a book's location.

"Congratulations Heir Potter. The next ring, on the same finger." Ralfang said, Dumbledore and McGonagall following suit. I nodded, before reaching for what looked to be the Black Heir ring. It had an onyx gemstone on a platinum band, and it did the same as the Potter ring merging with it. "Congratulations, Heir Black."

The Slytherin band was next, Silver with Emerald, and a snake embroidered on it. It slid on my finger too, merging with the other rings. This was different though, as when it merged, I felt the whole of Hogwarts, all of its rooms, some which I had never seen, and all of the students and their locations. Passageways to and from the castle came to mind, along with several other bits of knowledge. I felt my head spin at the influx, and grabbed the arms of the chair. McGonagall was concerned, rubbing my back. It took a minute, but slowly I felt better.

"Sorry, that was overwhelming. I felt the whole of Hogwarts, including the students. It's a bit disorienting, you know." I said.

"Really? It will be fascinating to see what you discover, Harry!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. I wasn't sharing his cheer at the moment, instead reaching forward for the next ring. "What is it made of?" I asked.

It was pitch black, and seemed to hum with cold power, seemingly warm at the same time. "We aren't quite sure. It is some sort of Steel, but forged with magic, most likely a family creation." Ralfang said. Looking at the engraving, it looked to be a horse with a symbol on its chest. A triangle, with a circle inside, divided by a line. I slid it onto my finger, and felt connections to me. The headache was getting bad, so I pushed it away, and figured it could be investigated later.

"There are only four rings, as House Evans only had a Lord ring. They did have a grimoire, as do the other families, which may be in the vault. It is a book of family history, spells, and knowledge. All families have these, and they are well protected. Most cannot open them unless they are family, and those that can be opened, end up cursed or dead." Ralfang explained.

"We can get them another time Harry, after school lets out. It would give you the peace to study them" Dumbledore said.

"Did they have a will?" Mcgonagall asked. Ralfang nodded, pulling it out.

"It requires a drop of your blood to unseal Heir Potter, simply press your finger to the seal to unlock it." I did as requested, and he unrolled it, reading it to himself. Before handing it to Dumbledore. Dumbledore read through it, before sighing.

"I will have to send a copy of this to Madam Bones, who is the head of the DMLE, as it says the secret keeper was Peter Pettigrew, and not Sirius, which was becoming quite obvious. I am not surprised to only see three people listed as guardians, though it is surprising they requested I take guardianship. Are you able to carry out the will, Ralfang?" Dumbledore asked. I was surprised too, though it seemed fate already made that happen.

"Of course, we were already contracted to. I assume that you will hold guardianship until such time as Lord Black is freed and capable of taking on his duty?" Ralfang asked, getting a nod from Dumbledore. "Very well then, you leave me with a lot of work to do. Lord Ragnok will be in touch, Heir Potter, to inform you of who the account managers are, or will be set as for the other families not Potter or Black. As your rings work as keys for most vaults, you do not need any, and any keys active will be destroyed. I can provide you with a money pouch however, and link it to all of your Heir vaults. You cannot use the money from the family vaults until you are the lord, but you should not run out regardless. Does that work for you?" I nodded.

We had been here for over three hours now, and I was ready to leave and get food. After bringing me a pouch, and linking it. He explained how it worked, and gave me some information packets about my abilities, for a fee of course, before dismissing us, another goblin escorting us out of the bank. Soon enough, we were out, and with our glamors back on, heading to the Leaky Cauldron to eat.

A/n: So that is that. To make two things clear to keep from there being any confusion. One is that Harry was blood adopted by Arcturus, not Sirius, as Arcturus wanted to ensure the heirship could not be contested. The other thing is the Ancient House of Evans. I saw this in a few different fictions, in different uses, but I have an idea for them, that won't play a big role, but will matter some later on. Next chapter, new wands and shopping.