(This is the corrected version without the Moogle/muggle. To those that pointed the error thank you for your help)
Alright people I am going to make a poll in my profile to know if Snape should be good or bad please go there and answer.
Now I want to ask you readers a favor.
English is not my first language so obviously there will be grammar errors if you see a big one please tell so I can correct it.
"People talking"
'People thinking'
S" Parseltongue speaking"S
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(In the previous chapter)
"My mother gave everything for me, if you think I will stay put and do nothing you are wrong!!! I am Thorn Blackdragon, I will do the impossible, I will change history, and may God have pity on those that threaten my mother for I will have none."
And with a final shockwave of magic Thorn was gone to do what he had promised, and he never breaks his promises.
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(Time/space hole)
For what felt like days, years or maybe what was just some minutes and seconds, all Thorn could see was an assortment of colors and a sea of unfocused images.
During all of it Thorn could feel his energy reserves getting weaker and weaker.
'It doesn't matter I should have enough to make it'
Finally after and uncertain amount of time it stopped.
How it happened was a bit strange, first all the colors disappeared, and then the images stopped allowing the one he was currently seeing (the image) to start focusing.
(Alley in a neighborhood in the outskirts of York)
In a normal alley we see something very unusual happen.
In a specific spot the air seems to start shimmering until Thorn simply appears.
'I made it.'
Looking around Thorn starts to look around to see where he is.
'It appears I am in some alley.'
Leaving the alley he sees a street similar to Privet Drive but while there all the houses were exactly the same here each house had a personal touch from the owner.
Making sure no one was looking at him or to close, Thorn starts seeing how his magic is.
'Ok, I don't know how to use most of my magic skills, I can probably only use them subconsciously but that's it, I better start learning how to use them and fast, after all there is a war at this time. Moving on my Magic reserves appear to be at 35%, but my time magic is empty and not recharging....Um could this be my magic trying to stop a paradox(1)? I will have to look into it. But first changing my clothes so as not to appear like a freak to the muggle, and my appearance too I'm Not going to be mistaken as a Potter. '
Conjuring a mirror Thorn started thinking of how he should look
'From the photos that I have of Potter I am already somewhat different looking from him but maybe I should change my hair color maybe to the opposite of black... white it is.'
Wiling his magic to change his hair color at a molecular level(after all if he's going to change it to not look like a Potter why not make it so that his children get it).
Slowly but surely his hair starts changing from its roots to its ends to a shiny white.
Satisfied with his new appearance Thorn looks at his black cloak with the white blades.
'As nice as this is I can't walk around in it at least not in a non-magical area, and even there I bet if people see me in it they will think I'm a dark wizard.'
Again wiling his magic to change his cloak, it turned the cloak into a black 2 tailed trench coat, under that it made a black cotton t-shirt and also some black pants (think Dante Devil May Cry 3 in black with a black t-shirt (2)).
'Almost perfect but there's something missing... I know'
Conjuring a black sunglass and putting it on Thorn turns to the last problem.
His staff.
'Not even in the magical zones is my staff normal since only Merlyn used one. Oh well better turn it into a wand.'
And so Thorn turned his staff into a very simple black wand.
'Ok, I'm all set, now I think I should go to Gringots and claim the Slytherin vault as my own.
(Outside the Leaking cauldron)
Today London was the place of a very unusual sight.
Walking down Charing Cross Road was a teen in his seventeen years, he wore a black trench coat with a black t-shirt underneath and black pants.
With is white that must be painted he gave the image of a very free teenager.
Because of this he was receiving a great amount of stares.
Those from the old people were mainly stares of disbelief not believing someone would actually paint his hair white.
The stares from the young people were the complete opposite. Almost every teenager around was looking at Thorn like he was some deity that came to the earth walk around the simple mortals.
The teenagers couldn't believe that someone would actually dare paint his hair white and dress like that, some guys looked like they wanted to revere him while some girls were looking at him with lust filed eyes.
(Leaking Cauldron)
'I never expected to make this kind of scene oh well I hope that was a one of a time event I don't think I could bear to have a fan club.'
Thankfully the Leaking Cauldron was empty so no one saw him enter, so he headed to Diagon Alley.
(Leaking Cauldron)
'I never expected to make this kind of scene oh well I hope that was a one of a time event I don't think I could bear to have a fan club.'
Thankfully the Leaking Cauldron was empty so no one saw him enter, so he headed to Diagon Alley.
(Diagon Alley)
If the reaction the Muggles did was big the wizards one was huge.
But this time almost everyone was looking at Thorn with disbelief in their eyes.
Almost everyone knew that the whiter the hair you have the more magic you have.
This was discovered because a wizard and witch almost never stops growing in magical power, and because of this the older you got the more magic you had.
However to a lot stronger person than average they could get white hair in one of their magical maturations.
The most usual was the one of the 50 year.
Having a color close to white also signified belonging to a very old family that almost never had a muggle marring in it.
The Malfoys one of the oldest English families only has whitish yellow hair, and this boy had shiny white hair.
Either he was extremely powerful and was born with the white hair or he came from a extremely old family.
And that was why most were astonished here was a pureblood from an extremely old family (because no one believe anyone could be powerful enough to be born with white hair) walking down the Alley dressed like a muggle.
So since Thorn entered the Alley till he entered Gringots the Alley practically stopped and just stared in astonishment at him.
(Gringots)
Thorn was currently waiting to be attended by a Goblin.
'Dam I really wasn't expecting that, it looks like I still have to sort some of Voldies knowledge.'
"Next" said the Goblin having finished helping the person in front of Thorn.
"Good day I would like to claim ownership over a vault."
"Very well would you please tell me the name of the family to which the vault belongs?"
"Slytherin" Thorn was impressed the only thing that gave the shock of the goblin away was the widening of his eyes.
"Rocktooth take this person to vault 14 and if he proves to own it please bring him here."
With that a goblin that was near Thorn turned around and started to go to the carts.
Thorn made hast and started following him.
(Caves under Gringots)
Getting to the vault was pretty fast considering it was one of the older ones.
Getting in it would be even faster.
Old vaults like this one usually had protections made the family that it belonged to.
Now looking at the giant double doors of Slytherin, that didn't had anything on them except for a pair of snakes engraved in the doors to look like a lock.
S" Open to me doors of Slytherin, open you selves, to the defeater of your former master, and your new master."S
At first it seemed they wouldn't open but after a while they started opening.
"Is that proof enough?" asked Thorn to the poor goblin that could only stare at the doors that had been closed for a 1000 years.
"…Yes"
"Good I would like to know is it possible to unite a family like the Slytherin to the Blackdragon?" asked Thorn
"If you could overpower the Slytherin magic yes but for that the family Blackdragon must be pretty powerful."
"Be more powerful? Piece of cake."
Calling all of his magic and turning his staff and cloak to their true forms Thorn prepares himself to subjugate the Slytherin family.
Rocktooth could only watch as this human called the greatest concentration of magic he had ever felt in his life.
When Thorn felt that he had sufficient control over his magi, and that his cloak was ready to start absorbing magic from around him at a moment's notice, he started to attack the Slytherin vault.
His magic and that of the doors collided in a shower of sparks. Once the vault understood it was under attack it started retaliating.
For a while there seemed to be a stalemate not being any defined winner. That was until Thorn started using more of his magic and the cloak at the same time.
To the goblin it felt like the air gained a heaviness that made it difficult to breath, and at the same time he felt his energy start to leave him and go to the boy.
All around the tunnels the energy waves could be felt, but those more affected were the dragons.
As they felt the power of one of their own they started roaring to giving their support for their kin fighting somewhere in those tunnels.
Hearing those roars Thorn feels a strange feeling and acting on instinct he gives a scream of his own that seems more like the roar of a dragon that the scream of a human.
His staff reacting to the roars of the dragon and of his master starts to pulse and to emit a light that starts to also attack the doors of Slytherin.
The doors magic crumbles before this show of might and the doors them self start shining and changing now that they belong to a different master.
'What was that? It seemed like the roars were itching me forward' thought Thorn as he waited for the doors to stop shining.
When everything is calmer and the roars are no longer heard Thorn turns to the doors to see their new state.
Were once was a pair of black doors with just 2 snakes in them now stood a work of art.
In the doors was the image of a black dragon over a field of thorns.
The dragon had 2 bat like wings from his back, 5 fingers in each hand, a serpentine tail, on top of his head he had a great spike that went slightly to the back, and in the place of his eyes two horns that went to the side turned to the back and to the sides again.
He seemed prepared to burn those that stood at the entrance of the vault.
"Nice. Let's go to the Lobby shall we" said Thorn turning to the goblin.
The poor guy could only nod after seeing that event of unparallel proportions.
(Gringots Lobby)
"So you really are Lord Slytherin "said the same Goblin that had attended him and was now in front of him.
"About that now it's Lord Blackdragon. I overpowered the magic of the Slytherin vault" said Thorn.
"… You did what?"
"overpowered the magic of the Slytherin vault thus making a new family the Blackdragon, and now I would like to have a bottomless bag connected to the vault. If it's possible?" asked Thorn seeing the goblin stay there looking like a fish out of water.
"…Sure Lord Blackdragon" said the goblin before leaving.
'Good I now have a fortune, and my family is now among the ranks of the pureblood giving me a place into the wizenmagot ,now all I have to do is get a place to live and then… find Lily'
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I know it could have been a better ending but I thought it would be best if I stopped here.
For those that didn't understand the par of Thorn claiming the Slytherin vault, Voldemort was the vaults master even if he never went there.
For the dragon part that will be explained more in the future.
Till next time and pleas go answer my poll.
Heling