I have edited the previous chapter to hopefully make it slightly more readable, no changes besides a couple words and so added line drops.
Thank you all for the support i've had with Chapter 1 of this story. And I hope this one gets the same response. :-)
I have had several questions as to what pairings this story will have in it and honestly apart from the definite DaphneXHarry and VERY Likely HarryXSusan i have no clue.
As for this chapter i have decided to do something i have seen in a couple of other Fanfics and it usually gets incredibly mixed reviews but this should make my life much much easier and should help to ensure the story remains interesting. I have condensed the plot so that Harry's First year begins when he is 12 Years old, Meaning that in this story he is in fact 13. As well as this i have cut the entire 3rd year as nothing terribly interesting happens in year 3 and i want to be handling Sirius during this year.
Feedback is as always appreciated and requested but please be nice when your berating me :D
Anyway Enjoy
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II - Gringotts
A small groan heralded the reawakening of one Harry James Potter having promptly collapsed after Charlus' 'testing' of his new wand. 3 hours of recounting the most difficult magics he'd been taught so far, to acquaint himself with using the beautiful new tool and to ensure it would stand up to the vigorous use it would no doubt be getting over the next few years. Having finished this impromptu torture the consensus of both Harry and his much older Ancestor was that they had successfully increased his conductivity of his magic, meaning he had yet again increased his power level.
It was then, whilst Harry was busy stretching and scratching an incredibly bothersome itch at the small of his back, that a large dirty brown owl began to peck at one of the many windows within the master bedroom. "Hogwarts?" he asked the bird as he opened the window to allow access into the room. A small peck and a nod of the head later and he found himself alone once again now holding a small letter, sealed with the crest of Hogwarts School.
All Second-year students will require:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Intermediate Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Extra Resources for Electives:
Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky (if attending Divination)
The Monster Book of Monsters by Edwardus Lima (if attending Care of Magical Creatures)
Numerology and Grammatica (if attending Arithmancy)
Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles by Wilhelm Wigworthy (if attending Muggle Studies)
Spellman's Syllabary (if attending Study of Ancient Runes)
"Finally!" the young wizard exclaimed with a sigh, "Time to visit Diagon Alley at last."
And with that he headed towards the en-suite bathroom to take a quick shower and wake himself up before heading out for the day.
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An hour later and Harry Potter arrived in the centre of wizarding Britain, Diagon Alley. Not feeling up to flooing into the alley Harry had apparated using some of his newly learnt Elf magic luckily untraceable by other wizards, which he had been assured many times by both the paintings and elves. It was an incredibly useful skill to have and since no wizards were generally taught how by their elves it had the added benefit that you didn't need an apparition license to use that handy little trick.
He was dressed in some of his father's old clothes from when he was Harry's age, since Harry had no clothes worthy of a member of the House of Potter. Not to say however that the clothes looked old in the slightest, in fact they looked as if they'd never been worn. He was clothed in an expensive suit made of the finest Acromantula silk from one of the Potter's many magical beast enclosures worldwide. Using Acromantula silk meant that the colour was a midnight black which shimmered with blue undertones as he walked. The only other colour seen on his ensemble was the Burgundy Tie and pocket square, a deep shade that happened to draw the eyes away from the mesmerising ripples of the jacket's undertones.
Harry had also taken it upon himself to change his facial appearance, in an attempt to avoid large crowds of over eager wizards flocking to the Boy-Who-Lived for autographs or pictures with family members that they 'would treasure forever'. His hair was grown out longer and had altered from the raven black colour he was known to have for a much lighter hazel colour. He had also changed the pigmentation of his eyes, emerald green turned to a dull grey. Overall he thought he looked like a relatively normal kid, an obviously well off kid from the clothes he wore but the main importance was the lack of media attention this 'disguise' would afford him.
Stepping forwards he began to make a beeline towards Gringotts Wizarding Bank. As he approached the imposing marble building he couldn't help but remember his last visit, with the Half-Giant Hagrid bumbling his way around the place. It brought a smile to his face remembering the feelings he had experienced that day, the sheer wonder and awe he felt in the face of this spectacular new realm he found himself ingrained in.
He strode through the open doorway and purposely channelled his magic into echoing his footsteps as he made his way towards the goblin teller at the far side of the room. He knew that with the way he moved as well as how he looked the easily impressionable wizards in the room were watching with quiet respect for him.
"What do you need wizard?"
"I wish to meet with the Goblin in charge of the Potter accounts please." Harry replied mentally taking note of the obvious disdain the Goblin held for him. He watched with interest as the small being touched a few runes on the side of his table and began speaking in Gobbledegook, their native language.
Less than a minute later another Goblin appeared behind the teller. "Follow me," it commanded without even so much as a look at Harry. "We have had many people attempt to lay claim to the vaults of the Potter Family," he continued leading Harry into a dark room, instantly flames sprung to life on the many braziers decorating the walls of the room. "Blood. In Bowl" it ordered pointing at an ancient looking china bowl on the desk in front of Harry.
"I've been told that blood can hold power over any magical creature, and that I shouldn't offer mine without knowing it will not be used against me." Harry said sitting in one of the comfortable chairs opposite the Goblin.
"Ahh, so it seems not all wizards are as stupid as they look." A smile played on his lips, "I Bloodfist of clan Gringott swear that I will not use your blood to cause you harm or for any other nefarious means."
"Thank you Bloodfist" Harry nodded his head towards him. Wandlessly Harry conjured a rudimentary blade and opened a shallow cut on his left palm. Making sure to not outwardly show any signs of pain in front Bloodfist.
"This is one of our most extensive tests for blood heritage, it cannot be tampered with in any way and has the added advantage that anybody who willingly gives blood to it enters a magically binding contract." He bared his gnarled yellowing teeth in a menacing smile "this contract ensures that anybody laying claim to a vault not their own, will face justice for their attempted thievery. In the most brutally painful way imaginable." He finished licking his lips in anticipation picking up the bowl and pouring its contents onto a small piece of parchment laid on the table.
"So when you said you won't use my blood to harm me, what you meant was that the bowl can do that perfectly well on its own!?" Harry near shouted at the tiny creature finding it hard to remain calm at this point.
"Yes, I didn't lie did I Mister Potter?" At that point Bloodfist's eyes bulged as he looked at Harry then back down at the parchment in his hands. He touched a rune on the table and within seconds the door flung open and Bloodfist bowed to the open door waiting in anticipation for someone to walk into the room. As expected, another Goblin walked into the room however this one was unlike any that Harry had seen before. He was a good head above any other Goblin Harry had seen and wore exquisitely tailored robes of regal blue. Despite this the most impressive thing about this new Goblin was the Crown adorned the top of his head. Gold and Platinum distinctly wrapped around each encircling his head like combatting forces trapped in an endless loop with neither distinctly winning. Gems and Jewels covered any gaps between the two metals and above each of his eyes were two identical blood red diamonds.
Harry bowed towards the royal Goblin but was thoroughly ignored.
"~Why have I been summoned Bloodfist? My time is much too valuable to be wasted dealing with dim-witted witches and wizards~" Harry heard the Royal berate Bloodfist in Gobbledegook.
"~This is no ordinary wizard High King. Look for yourself~" was the reply from Bloodfist, tentatively he passed the parchment towards the High King. Who began to read immediately, obviously with disinterest at the beginning but by the end he looked to the young wizard as if contemplating the best ways to disembowel him.
"~Is there something wrong with my test?" Harry asked the two Goblins in perfect Gobbledegook enjoying the look of surprise on both of their faces, both obviously not expecting the 13 year old to be able to converse in their native language.
"It seems you are full of surprises Mister Potter. First the appearance, then the test and now you can speak in our mother tongue?"
A light chuckle emanated from Harry as he changed his facial appearance back to normal, having completely forgotten to drop the façade after negotiating the alley. "Yes, I guess I do have a few surprising talents." He smiled towards the Royal.
"Well it is a welcome change from those we usually entertain within these walls. Now I believe I should introduce myself shouldn't I. I am Ragnok the Bloodthirsty, Chief of Clan Gringotts and High King of the Goblins of Britain."
"It's an honour sir." Was Harry's reply "and I am sorry but I happen to have things to do today is there any way we could hurry this along?" A growl escaped the lips of Bloodfist at this but he stayed silent.
"Yes I guess we should, time is Galleons after all." Ragnok smiled to himself before handing the parchment finally to Harry.
Patriarchal Blood Test
Client: Harry James Potter Sex: Male
Father: James Potter
Entitlements: Heir to the Noble and Ancient House of Potter (Blood)
Heir to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Gryffindor (Blood)
Heir to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin (Conquest)
Inheritance: Main Potter Vault - 26,849,693 Galleons
£21,674,310 Assorted Artworks and Artifacts
Trust Vault - 1000 Galleons
Investment Worth - 12,826,113 Galleons
Gryffindor Vault - 52,890,023 Galleons
Slytherin Vault - 22,882,268 Galleons
Founders Vault - 50% of 96,245,730 Galleons
Total Worth - 167,906,824 Galleons
Harry stood there for a minute reading and re-reading the document in disbelief of what he was reading. "I'm the Heir to 3 Lordships?" his voice came out small and the shock of what he'd just found out obviously showed in his tone and body language.
"It would seem so Heir Potter" Ragnok replied slowly, "Each Lordship can be taken up when you reach majority and each one entitles you to a seat on the Wizengamot and until your 17th birthday you will be required to appoint your own proxy for those seats." He explained speaking slowly and methodically to make sure he didn't freak the boy out any more than necessary.
"Is there a legal way of reaching majority early? Of being classed as an adult before your 17th birthday?" Harry asked knowing fully what the answer would be from the Goblins.
"There is no known way for a Wizard to reach majority early unless there are extenuating circumstances, of which none apply to you Heir Potter." Ragnok sighed "Unfortunately until that point in time the only vault you are able to access will be your trust vault. The rest you shall have to wait to reclaim."
"What about the Goblin rite of passage?"
"The Goblin Rite of passage is reserved for Goblins, young wizard."
"Cygnus Rosier 1363, he took the Goblin Rite to cement himself as a Friend of the Goblin Nation did he not?" Harry countered knowing full well this could potentially go very badly for him.
"You think you are on par with Warrior Cygnus? Bah, don't insult us child." Bloodfist interrupted Harry with a smirk.
"Bloodfist shut that hole in your face and don't disrespect either of us by talking any further." Ragnok turned to Harry, ignoring the red-faced Goblin he'd just berated. "This cannot be undone wizard, but you have requested it and I believe I'd quite like to watch you die." He promptly turned and left out of the same door he entered through, Harry followed respectfully a few paces behind the Royal Goblin. They twisted and turned down endless corridors never stopping once. Had Harry been alone he would have been terribly lost, the only real direction he knew he had travelled was down but apart from that he didn't know where he was in the slightest.
Ragnok lead him towards a large cavern filled with Goblins, a stage in front of them containing nothing but a large Golden throne which Ragnok hopped onto twisting in the seat slightly before turning to Harry once more. "It is obvious you have researched this quite extensively child, so what trial do you wish to face today?"
Harry took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie resting both on a stone seat just before the stage.
He raised his head and looked Ragnok directly in the eyes.
"Dragon"
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