The previous month had been brutal for Harry. True to his word he trained nonstop. He would get up early in the morning, to start his exercise regime. It would start with a 6-mile run, followed by a gym workout and sword practice in the end. Rest of the morning was devoted to his studies, with the help of his eidetic memory he had soon finished his O.W.L. course and was well on his way towards N.E.W.T, along with his course work he also practiced dueling with his grandfather's help, who he heard was quite a duelist. The evening was usually devoted to his strength training, during which he conditioned his muscles.
His meals considered of 'plain and boring' things. He began his day with a bowl of oats, eggs and milk, followed by meat and milk at lunch and dinner, throughout the day he snacked on various fruits and vegetables. The diet had its advantages. In a short time, all traces of fat had left his body leaving him with only muscle mass.
He had also taken it upon himself to learn all that he could about his various houses, for that he had turned to the only two reliable sources his grandparents and the goblins. It was with goblin help, that he had discovered another family secret.
It had now been three days since his arrival to the Potter manor. He was training to the best of his abilities. Today a special meeting had been scheduled with Ragnok on the goblin's invitation. Something about a family secret
At precisely 8:00 am he portkeyed to the lobby of the goblin bank, "Welcome Honorable Potter" He heard Griphook shout to his left.
Turning in the direction of the voice Harry bowed in respect, "Greetings great goblin teller, may your gold ever flow and your enemies fall to your blade." Harry said speaking in perfect Goulesh, the goblin tongue.
The goblins eyes widened even further, Harry mentally thanked his grandfather for teaching him the goblin tongue. "Greetings Honorable Potter, may your enemies fall beneath your feet. How can Gringotts be of your service today?" The goblin greeted once he had recomposed himself.
"I am here for my appointment with Ragnok, Griphook." He replied.
"Of course, Honorable Potter, follow me then please." Griphook hopped from his counter, leading him towards Ragnok's office. This time they didn't have to wait outside, as he was immediately escorted inside by the guards.
"Welcome Harry. I am glad, that you accepted my invitation today. Come sit, we have much to discuss." Ragnok said motioning to a chair in front of him.
Taking a seat, Harry thanked the goblin. "So, what did you wish to discuss Ragnok?" Harry began.
Leaning forward Ragnok speaking in a hushed manner, as if afraid of leaking the news, "Before we get to that, I need to clarify one thing, tell me Harry do you know what a time turner is?"
Harry nodded, "A Time-Turner is a special timepiece in which an Hour-Reversal Charm has been encased. In simple language, it is a device used for time travel." As an afterthought, he added, "Although the maximum time a person can relive without potential harm to the timeline is restricted to five hours."
"Very good Harry, you just made my job a lot easier." Ragnok appreciated. "Now Harry what I am about to tell you is a very closely guarded secret of our race, the only reason I am telling you this is due to the fact that it concerns one of your ancestors." Here the goblin paused for effect, "As you might have known time turners have been in circulation for a long period of time, they are useful without a doubt, but their biggest flaw as you earlier mentioned, is the five-hour time restriction. I am proud to tell you that we here at Gringotts have in a way nullified that flaw. We have created a device which allows you to completely stop time."
Harry's widened to the size of saucers. Ragnok waited for a few moments to let him process the revelation, "It was Salazar Slytherin himself, who helped us with the runes and charms for the device. In return he asked not for gold but the promise, that if, in the future, we ever come across his descendant, we allow, the person to use it. To uphold our promise, I am offering you something better. Not only can you use the device for as long as you want, I would also like to offer you a chance to be taught by goblin tutors. You would be taught our ways, magic and the art of wielding a goblin made weapon."
Harry immediately, came back to his senses, "Ragnok, I would be honored to learn from a goblin." He replied bowing respectfully. When do we begin?" He added with a grin.
Ragnok grinned in return, "Excellent, I will personally assign you my best warriors. We can begin today if you like? Come I will show you the room." Ragnok stood from his chair beckoning him to follow.
The room was located deep below the main Gringotts branch the entrance was guarded by a small army of goblin guards and further protected by a blood ward. Stepping forward Ragnok pressed his thumb on the door. A trickle of blood fell from his thumb, onto the door. They waited for a minute but nothing happened, till suddenly the door swung open with a screeching noise.
The room appeared small from outside, that was but a delusion, the interior part of the room was massive. It had a 400 meter race track, a swimming pool, sword arena, dueling room, training dummies and every other training equipment one could think of.
"The device which we talked about is located beneath this room, when I activate it everything outside this room will be in a time freeze, only the occupants of this room will be in motion." Ragnok said breaking him from his musing.
Harry nodded before a question suddenly popped into his mind, "Ragnok, you said time will stop outside this room but would that mean I would still age till the time I am in here?"
Ragnok shook his head in denial, "No Harry anyone in this room is in a stasis. Only your mind will age, your age will be the same as it is today, irrespective of the time you spend here."
Harry breathed in relief. Suddenly his rings heated up, signaling a surprise assault. Jumping aside he flexed his hand, drawing his wand from his holster. Taking aim he pointed it, at his attacker. To his surprise a goblin was standing in front of his wand, sheathing a small axe like weapon. The goblin's whole body was covered with scars. He wore a simple chainmail shirt, coupled with a pair of trousers. Even though he dressed simple, Harry could tell he was a trained warrior.
Ragnok raised his hand, signaling both of them to stand down. "Harry this is your trainer Zach. I am sorry about the attack. It is just his way of testing your reflexes." Turning to the gobbling he spoke in an authoritative tone, "Zach I have appointed you as Harry's trainer, you are going to train him in the way of a goblin, any questions?"
The gobbling simply shook his head.
"Okay then I will leave you two to get acquainted. When I step outside this room, the device will be activated and, will remain so, till Zach doesn't deem your training complete." With that Ragnok turned around and exited the room.
The goblin warrior scoffed and hoisted his weapon over his shoulder. "I am Zach your master newbie. I have been tasked to train you and train you I will. But let me make one thing clear, just because Director Ragnok found you worthy doesn't mean I would as well. You only earn my respect through hard work and dedication."
Harry bowed respectfully. "I understand Sir. I will train hard to earn your respect."
The goblin nodded in approval. "We shall start with your physical training." Zach told him. "You cannot wield a weapon if you get tired with only a few swings. From today we shall do physical training at 6:00 am sharp, followed by breakfast at 10:00 am. At 10:30 am we shall begin with practicing goblin magic till 2:00 pm after which you will have one hour to have lunch. At 3:00 pm we will have weapons training till 7:00 pm at the end of which, you are free to have dinner and complete your assignments, which I will give you after your training each day.
Harry nodded without protest. "I will do my best sir."
Zach grunted in slight appreciation. "We are beginning late today nut we will stick to your schedule. You can start by giving me 8 rounds of the field. It is equivalent to 2 miles."
At Zach's command Harry stood and waved his hand transfiguring his clothes to workout attire before running towards the track, beginning his laps. Though Harry did a little bit of running to keep in shape daily, he was still in no condition to run this much. At the end of fourth round, his entire body was screaming in protest. But he didn't pay heed, steeling his resolve he kept on running.
At the end of 8 laps he was panting uncontrollably, he fell to his knees gasping; his shirt was drenched with sweat.
Zach approached him with an amused expression. "You did good newbie." He admitted. "I was expecting you to collapse after the fourth lap. "Stamina comes with time but only if you are dedicated. Now on your knees I want 50 push-ups then 75 sit-ups."
Groaning Harry began some traditional sit-ups. He did 20 without a problem but then, Zach decided to turn on the heat. He placed a 10-pound weight on his back. After each 10 push-ups, the weight was increased by 5 pounds. After his set, Harry collapsed on the ground. He immediately sat up, when he felt a pinching hex onto his back.
"I don't remember giving you the permission to rest newbie. I want 75 sit-ups. Begin." Zach growled.
Not wanting to further aggravate the goblin. Harry began as instructed. The physical training was brutal, and Harry had no idea how he was going to survive it. Zach managed to fit numerous draining exercises in the two hours that they had to work out. He made Harry do lots of weight training, more running and he even began working Harry on speed. By the end of his physical training Harry was ready to pass out.
"Ok newbie the physical aspect of your training is finished for today. Now you have 30 minutes for breakfast. Come with me." Zach led him to what appeared to be a dining hall. Indicating for him to take a seat the goblin waved his hand as a large meal consisting of milk eggs and fruits appeared in front of him. Upon seeing his distasteful expression Zach slammed his fists on the table. "Now listen here newbie, while you are with me you will only be eating healthy foods. A healthy diet is very important for a developing body. You could train for hours but still be unfit, if you don't eat healthy. I don't care if you like your food or not because that is all you are going to get. So, eat up."
Harry immediately started eating. Noticing, that Zach was still standing there, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Sir, I don't mean to pry but, why aren't you eating?"
The goblin gave a surprised expression. "You mean you are alright eating with a goblin?"
"Of course, sir, it would be my honor to dine with you." Harry replied truthfully.
Nodding Zach took a seat, snapping his fingers as a meal similar to his appeared in front of him. Harry didn't know at the time but his move just earned him a new-found respect in the eyes of his mentor.
At the end of 30 minutes the goblin, vanished the plates before leading Harry to their study room.
The goblin magic, as he learned was different from the human kind. It focused more on channeling the natural energy around oneself. It didn't require a wand or an incantation, only the intent.
After the magic training, they had lunch consisting of simple meat and rice, after which they proceeded onto weapon's training.
The room where they trained was filled racks of weapons. Ranging from bows to axes to swords. Taking a sledgehammer from the rack Zach twirled it in his hand. "Today we will go over the basics of weapons and get you the hang of them. This as you can see is a sledgehammer. Tell me the strengths and weaknesses of this weapon"
"Umm" Harry hesitated for a moment, recalling from a book he once read "The weapon is heavy and is blunt so it cannot be used to swiftly kill an opponent. But it could easily take out multiple enemies if the wielder has enough power."
Zach threw him the sledgehammer, he barely caught it. "Good you do know something after all. I don't expect this to be your weapon newbie but, we will practice with it nonetheless, you never know when you may need it."
A huge inflated tire appeared in front of him. "Now for your training I want you to hit this tire for 45 minutes. We will start with diagonal swings from both sides for 30 minutes then, proceed with overhead swings. Begin" Zach shouted.
Picking up the weapon Harry took a sliding grip with one hand on top of another. After taking a few, practice swings he took a step forward and with a diagonal swing stance smashed the tire. He continued the process for 15 minutes before changing sides. After another he changed to overhead swings. At the end his muscles were sore, his arms and ribs were aching uncontrollably.
Giving him a moment to rest Zach handed him his next weapon an axe. "On your feet newbie, onto your second weapon, tell me the advantages and disadvantages of an axe."
Harry thought for a moment. "An axe is heavier than a sword hence slower, but at the same time it will take out the opponent more quickly if the wielder puts the strength behind his attack." He said thoughtfully.
Zach nodded impressed. Pointing to a thick log of wood nearby, he instructed. "I want you to go there and strike that log till you break it, then I want you to conjure a new one and repeat the process again. You will continue doing this till you have chopped ten logs. Begin"
Grunting Harry did as instructed. He was under the delusion of thinking that it would be easy. Sadly, he was quickly proven wrong. Even after 15 powerful strikes the wood gave no sign of breaking. He kept on going till finally after his 50th strike, the log finally snapped. His victory was short lived, when he saw Zach staring at him beckoning for him to move on. Sighing he began it all over again.
Finishing ten logs he couldn't conjure the strength to even stand, he collapsed flat on the ground unable to move an inch. Taking pity Zach handed him a pepper up potion, which he gulped in a single go, instantly feeling better.
Giving him a few moments to rest, Zach picked up the next weapon: a bow. "Now onto your third weapon, the bow, let's begin with its advantages and disadvantages."
"The bow is a long-raged weapon useful for fighting enemies from a distance." He said thoughtfully, "But if the enemy moves closer, then it is effectively useless and will be more of a hindrance."
Zach nodded approvingly and handed him the bow, "This bow has a special charm on it, when you pull back the string an arrow will automatically materialize. Go on try it I want to see your stance."
Taking the bow Harry quickly got into the correct stance, recalling from a movie. When he drew the string an arrow materialized, notched perfectly. Zach snapped his fingers conjuring a target 30 feet from him and motioned for him to fire. Composing himself Harry aimed straight at the centre of the target. Everything around him ceased to exist it was just him and the red centre of the target, he let it go. The next moment an arrow was lodged just a few millimeters away from the centre.
"Very good newbie, I believe that practicing human magic did have its advantages for you. Your aim is very good, with practice you can easily make it perfect." Zach said, congratulating him. "Let's not waste our time then, I want you to keep shooting at the target, till you manage to hit the centre 5 times in a row. Begin"
Nodding, Harry got to his assigned task. It took a while but his arrows were surely, progressing in the right direction. After 30 minutes of nonstop firing he had finally managed to hit the centre five times in succession.
"That is enough for now newbie." Zach said taking the bow from him. "We will now proceed to our last weapon, a sword." From the rack, Zach threw him a goblin made sword. As soon as he caught the sword he didn't even have a second to register when Zach suddenly lunged at him, axe drawn. His body, to his surprise moved on its own accord, blocking the fatal strike. Instinctively he moved to the side, jabbing his sword at the goblin, Zach easily dodged it pushing him back before running at him again. He managed to block many of Zach's strikes before the goblin disarmed him.
"Very good newbie, my hunch was proven correct you are definitely a sword wielder." Zach complimented while he sheathed his axe.
"But how was I able to wield it without any practice sir?" Harry questioned confused.
Zach chuckled lightly. "That newbie is your Black ancestry manifesting." Seeing Harry's blank expression, he elaborated, "The Blacks, as is widely known had very proficient swordsmen in their bloodline. When you became the head of the house the knowledge of your ancestors was passed onto you. It won't make you a professional swordsman but, will help you learn the basics."
Zach then made him go through a number of sword stances and had him practice against a training dummy set on basic level.
At the end of the day Harry could barely walk in a straight line. Quickly eating his dinner, he asked Zach for his room. He took a long hot bath to ease his sore muscles, prior to, proceeding for the homework, assigned by Zach.
When Zach peeked inside Harry's room he smiled at seeing Harry fast asleep.
Zach closed the door laughing to himself, "The newbie is strong, but he would have to be stronger to face his destiny." He thought before heading to his own room.
****Line Break****
'Duck', 'Roll', 'Lunge', 'Jab', these were the only things playing in Harry's mind as he fought against the target dummy, this one set on the highest level. The dummy anticipated his each and every move, not giving him an opening to exploit.
Feeling the need to take drastic measures, Harry dropped to the ground. The dummy hesitated for a second before running at Harry. When it was upon him Harry jumped upwards, slashing the dummy, its sword broken in two pieces.
"Very good Harry" Harry turned around to see Ragnok approaching him. "Are you ready for today?"
Today was his final test. He had to fight against Ragnok's finest warrior in swordsmanship and archery, both of the positions held by his mentor and friend: Zach.
He had spent a little over three year in the time room. His training had been fierce, each day worse than the previous. The process was difficult but he met it head on. He could now proudly say that he had completed his training. He was well versed in the arts of sword fighting, archery and goblin magic.
"How can I be ready Ragnok, I have to defeat your best warrior. Winning is important to me but, I don't want to disappoint Mentor Zach." Harry replied quietly.
Ragnok patted his back sympathetically. "Don't worry Harry you won't disappoint anybody. Zach will never admit it but I know he is very proud of you. Come let's go now, everyone is waiting for your fight."
Sighing Harry followed Ragnok to the fighting arena. Wishing Harry farewell Ragnok made his way to his designated seat.
After a few minutes a conch-horn sounded signaling the entrance of Zach. Harry bowed respectfully as Zach came into the arena dressed in a proper warrior's attire with, a determined expression on his face. Both walked to the centre of the arena. "Are you Lord Harry Potter-Slytherin-Black ready to take the test?" a goblin shouted from above them.
Harry nodded, "I am"
Turning towards the crowd the goblin again shouted, "The first test will be the test of archery. Both of you have to fire thirty shots. First half with eyes open then the remaining with your eyes closed." A pause for the dramatic effect, "You may begin."
Harry immediately picked up his bow and began firing at the target. His first fifteen shots just like Zach were imbedded in the dead centre of the target. At the sound of a whistle he conjured a black cloth, wrapping it around his eyes and resumed shooting. He didn't have to look where he shot. He knew in his gut he was right. After fourteen shots Harry waited for a moment to contemplate the situation. "I cannot win like this. At this rate the best I could hope for would be a tie. No that is not acceptable, to win I have to take a risk." He internally thought.
Changing his usual stance, he tilted the arrow just a little bit and twisted his fingers holding the arrow, he released it. What his move did was that instead of the arrow flying straight it formed a small projectile motion revolving in its path. When he opened his eyes he was pleased to see the results. Instead of embedding at the centre of the target the last arrow had pierced the target at the centre, lodging at a wall far behind.
Zach was stoic on the outside but internally was beaming with pride.
"Round One to Lord Harry Potter-Slytherin-Black" The announcer shouted. "The next round is sword fighting. Fighters prepare."
Shrinking his bow Harry pocketed it before drawing a sword from the weapons rack. Making sure the opponents were ready the goblin announcer shouted. "Fighters ready" Two positive nods, "Begin."
Wasting no time Zach swiped at his legs, sensing the move Harry jumped up to avoid the strike. Drawing his sword Harry attacked, the two swords clashed sending vibrations up their arms. Zach pushed back and started raining blow after blow upon him. Harry blocked them as best as he could but they were coming fast.
Harry realized that Zach was cornering him against a wall. Quickly he devised a new plan. Freeing his sword Harry ducked under an incoming strike. He then turned around and ran at the wall. Using his forward momentum, he climbed a few steps on the wall flipping back landing behind Zach. The goblin in the other hand was not so lucky realizing the trap too late he didn't have time to stop and slammed into the wall, hard.
Although his head was swollen a little, his expression was still determined. He sprinted forward and caught Harry's sword in a bind. Harry tried pushing back but Zach stood his ground. Grunting in annoyance an idea flashed into his mind. Pushing his weight onto is back leg he slid his sword towards Zach's handle then pushed with all his might. Both of their swords went flying. Before Zach could retort Harry drew a dagger, hidden, underneath his sleeves and held it at the goblin's throat.
"Yield" He finally asked.
Laughter filled the arena as Zach nodded, accepting his defeat. "Very good newbie you finally beat me. I am impressed."
Harry kneeled in front of the goblin. "It is because I had a great teacher."
Smiling emotionally Zach stepped forward and hugged Harry. Harry was surprised for a moment before returning the hug.
Their celebration however was interrupted when an alarm sounded in the arena signaling an attack on the bank, getting up all of them rushed towards the surface.
****Line Break****
Death eaters had slowly filed into Gringotts under the disguise that they had to meet the Goblin Director, Ragnok. They were here, with only a single task in mind; take as much money as possible. Under a new decree passed by the goblins they had banned anyone having the dark mark entry to their vaults. They had tried every possible solution, bribery, threat, even a notice signed by the minister to grant them entry, but the little scoundrels held firm. So, desperately they had initiated the last option, Robbery.
The death eaters were arrogant, no doubt but they were no fools. They knew they had no chance of stealing from a bank full of goblin warriors. They would be dead within a minute, if they even attempted.
No, to succeed they had to adopt a new strategy, a hostage. Luckily for them they knew just where to look.
****Line Break****
The bank was in upheaval. By the time Harry and company reached the fight, the death eaters had attacked the bank. Somehow they had managed to break inside and now held a Goblin child hostage. "Now this can be done the easy way or the hard way." He heard one of them say. "We don't want to hunt anyone we just want the money."
Quickly thinking on his feet, he devised a plan, "Ragnok I'll apparate there and get the child, as soon as I am away kill those bastards." Dillusioning Harry silently apparated beside the death eaters who had the child, drawing his sword he slashed the death eaters wand and quickly apparated away with the child, just in time to dodge a spell that sailed over his head.
He placed the child in a safe place then rushed back towards the fight. The death eaters had been now pushed back by the assault of the goblins. He saw one of the death eaters take out a portkey, expecting to escape. "Not so fast." He thought.
Drawing his wand, he fired an overpowered reductor curse, the very ground beneath the death eaters shook, causing them to fall on top of one another. Acting quickly Ragnok placed an anti apparation ward around them.
Remembering the child Harry rushed back to check on him. "Are you all right?" He asked checking for any injuries. The goblin child nodded in response.
Cheers broke out as all the goblins chanted. "Harry", "Harry", 'Harry"…..
Harry blushed at the praise. "Lord Potter." He heard the voice of Ragnok. "Please join us on the stage." The goblin director said beckoning him forwards
Smiling Harry composed himself. He walked towards the stage where Ragnok was waiting for him, now attired in his transfigured royal outfit.
Kneeling in front of the Director Harry bowed his head and waited for him to continue.
"Warrior Potter truly you are a remarkable young man, defeating our finest warrior at such a young age and risking your own life to protect one of our own." The proclamation was met by thunderous applause. "For your services to the goblin nation I would like to award you with our nation's highest honor: the title of Goblin General. If anyone objects speak now otherwise, never speak of it again." The question was met with stunned silence, no one dare challenged Harry, and his claim went unopposed.
"Warrior, do you accept the position of Goblin General along with all the responsibilities that accompany it?"
Harry crossed his hand over his shoulder before answering loud enough for everyone to hear. "Yes Director Ragnok, I do."
"Do you so swear to be just and place the nation's interest before your own?"
"I swear." Harry vowed.
"Do you swear to protect the nation and fight for it unto your dying breath?"
"I swear."
"Then arise warrior" Ragnok said raising Harry from his position.
Three caskets were bought onto the stage. Opening the first casket Ragnok took out two golden arm bands.
"The golden arm bands of power and wealth may they aid you in your times of need." The director placed the bands on Harry's arms.
Opening the second casket he took out a circular silver disk. He pressed the disk on his chest. Metallic vines shot from the disk enveloping his whole body, when they stopped his upper body was covered in a beautiful silvery blue armor, with the words, 'JUSTICE FIRST GOBLIN SECOND"
"The badge of our nation, symbolizing that, no goblin is above the law, wear it with pride." Ragnok said.
Finally, the last casket was opened revealing a small sword. "The weapon fit for a general, I give you Excalibur, may it bring always bring you victory." The director held out the sword for Harry. As soon as he grasped it expanded to fit him. The sword felt perfectly balanced in his hands. The hilt was golden with diamonds encrusted in it while the blade was silvery white with the words Excalibur engraved in goblin tongue.
"With this I name you a goblin general, let our enemies fear your name. From this day forth you shall be known to every goblin as General Harry Potter-Slytherin-Black." Ragnok's proclamation was met with loud cheers from everyone.
He raised his sword and chanted loudly for everyone to hear.
"FOR GRINGOTTS AND FOR THE NATION"
After the award ceremony Harry bode his farewell to Zach and Ragnok before apparating home.
Once he reached home he immediately headed for the library to talk to his grandparents.
"Ahh my son you are home." Dorea exclaimed when she saw him.
"Hello Grandma, how have you been?"
"So, what did you discuss with the goblins today. It must have been important since it took you the majority of the day." Charlus asked him.
Smirking to himself he launched into a full detail of his goblin training.
It took a few minutes for his grandparents to make head and tail of it. "Well Harry things never get dull around you." Charlus said regaining his composure.
"Don't listen to him Harry." Dorea Potter said scolding her husband. "I am very proud of you Harry."
The rest of the day was spent in talks with his grandparents. They advised him to start the job of reforming the family alliances.
By the end of the week of august felt he was ready to send out his formal letters for reforming the alliances with the ancient and noble houses. His first letter was addressed to the current head of The Ancient and Noble house of Bones, Lady Amelia Catherine Bones. The heir as he had deducted was a girl about his age, Susan Annabelle Bones.
The second letter was to the head of the Most Ancient and Noble house of Longbottom, Lady Augusta Longbottom.
The third and perhaps the most important letter was, to Lord Lucius Malfoy, the head of house Malfoy.
His letters were formal. He introduced himself as was required per the old ways, contacting them for a meeting to re-establish the alliance. He had given them the opportunity to, choose a place as per their liking. He hoped that this would show the sign of trust on his part.
The replies came within a few days. All the families were eager to meet him and had asked him to select a date as per his convenience.
So, that was how Harry found himself standing in front of the floo, wearing his best blur robes with his house crests push displayed on the back. He could've apparated but didn't want to give away his secret right now.
"Longbottom Estate" He shouted stepping into the floo.
The next moment the fireplace at the house of Longbottom's came to life with green flames as a tall dark haired boy stepped out.
A boy in deep green robes stored forward and greeted him. "I, Neville Caspian Longbottom, Scion and Heir to the Longbottom family welcome you to my house."
Harry recognizing the formal salutation from his grandmothers tutoring replied. "I Harry Theseus Potter, Head of House Potter and House Black thank you and accept your invitation for this evening."
After a minute, he let out a breath. "Thank god that is over." He said laughing along with Neville.
Neville led Harry to the sitting room where his grandmother Lady Augusta Longbottom was waiting for them. Harry formally greeted her as per the old ways before sitting.
"Now that the formalities are out of the way" she began, "How are you Mr. Potter?"
"It's just Harry please Lady Longbottom. After all you are among the very few family members I have left." Seeing their expressions, he quickly added. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to come off as imposing…"
Madam Longbottom cut him at midsentence. "Of course, not Harry, both of our families were very close. Your parents were my children in everything but blood. Not only was I good friends with your grandmother Dorea Potter, I was also named your fathers godmother. You, like Neville are my child Harry, never think otherwise" Madam Longbottom her voice hoarse with emotions. Walking towards Harry she kneeled down and firmly grasped his hands. "Also, Harry I don't think you know this but your mother was Neville's godmother. Seeing as you are practically brothers I hope you can call me Gran as Neville."
Not trusting himself to speak he nodded happy that someone cared. "Thank you Ma.. Gran" Embracing the Longbottom matriarch
Madam Longbottom smiled and affectionately patted his back. "Now, Harry how about you tell us where you have been for the past ten years?" She asked once he had significantly calmed down.
Harry sighed but complied nonetheless. He didn't give away his full story by any means; while he trusted them he was still a little wary. So he decided to withhold information regarding his wandless casting, his Lordship of Slytherin house and facts like that.
In the end, it was an aghast, Neville and a teary-eyed Madam Longbottom consoling Harry.
The Longbottom matriarch was working profoundly to keep her anger in check. "How dare that pathetic excuse of people treat my son like that" She thought.
"It seems a huge injustice has been done Harry." She said keeping her anger in check. "If your parents will, had been executed properly you would've grown here in Longbottom estate alongside Neville." She said sadness evident in her voice.
"Pardon me Gran but I was led to believe that Uncle Frank and Aunt Alice were unavailable to take me in at that time."
Once he realised what he said Harry quickly shut his mouth. "I am so sorry Gran I didn't mean it like that..." He said but was cut off by Madam Longbottom.
"It's quite okay Harry." She said with a pained expression. "I guess I should explain myself."
Harry nodded for her to continue.
"You see Harry, James and Lily were attacked on 31 October, but Frank and Alice were not attacked till 5 November almost a week after that, with me so far?" She paused for him to catch up.
Harry nodded in approval.
"However," she continued "If I think correctly you were immediately placed with the Dursley, or at the latest by 1st November by Albus Dumbledore. That was four days before the attack."
As Harry's eyes widened in recognition she nodded. "Yes, Harry you should have been here at Longbottom estate when they were attacked."
With a frustrated sigh, Harry growled, "Dumbledore. Not only did he keep my inheritance from me, he completely ignored my parents' wishes. That - man - I find more and more to blame for what happened to me, he robbed me of my childhood, isolated me from my peers. What I cannot figure out is why he did it."
"That, I cannot tell you," she replied.
There discussion was interrupted when a house elf popped in announcing that dinner was ready.
"Come Harry we shall discuss more over dinner." Madam Longbottom said leading them to the dining hall.
Dinner was a silent affair, not wanting to spoil the mood in the midst of a good meal they didn't divulge further on the talk about Dumbledore. Instead Harry busied himself by engaging Neville in talk about Hogwarts.
"So, god-brother, tell me more about you. Like what is your favorite subject?"
"I like herbology the most, but I find myself ok in Charms too." Neville stated. "What about you Harry?"
"My favorites so far are runes, transfiguration and dark arts, potion, charms and arithmancy are ok too." He replied.
Neville's nodded in humor "My bad, I should have asked which subject you don't like." He said chuckling.
Over the next course, discussion then shifted to the topic of houses. Neville said that he would be in Gryffindor while Harry thought Slytherin or Ravenclaw. When Madam Longbottom asked why those to houses, Harry replied "I haven't given much thought about the topic of houses, I think that I possess the traits of all four houses, though if you ask me to highlight my key traits I would definitely say ambition, cunning and intelligence. While I don't shy away from fights, I definitely don't possess the characteristic for Gryffindor which is bravery above everything, also I don't want to be there just because it is expected of me seeing as my father and mother both were in that house." He finished in a quiet voice afraid of their reaction.
To his immense surprise both his hosts were smiling at him.
After dessert, all of them once again retired to the sitting room, where Madam Longbottom ordered tea for all.
Realizing the opportunity Harry spoke. "Gran if it is all right with you there is one more thing I would like to discuss with you."
Madam Longbottom scrunched her eyebrows in confusion but motioned for him to continue. Reaching inside his robes Harry presented her with the copy of his parents will, or more specifically the part where the Sirius Black was highlighted. He was surprised to hear the prim and proper witch muttering quite murderously about what she had read.
"This is madness, how dare they lock up an innocent man." She growled in anger, taking a deep breath she suppressed her anger before addressing Harry, "Forgive me Harry, but I always suspected that Sirius was innocent, the lad may have been a prankster and a womanizer but he was never a backstabber. For Merlin's sake James and he were practically inseparable from their first year, hell would have frozen over first before that man betrayed your parents. I protested many times Harry, when he was thrown into Azkaban without a trial but, no one heeded me. It was a time of peril and people just wanted someone to blame, so naturally a Black, whose family had always been considered dark was convicted."
Harry waited for her to calm down then asked the vital question, "Gran how do you think I should deal with this?"
The Longbottom matriarch sighed sadly, "That is something I cannot help you with Harry." Seeing his crestfallen expression, she added. "However, what I can tell you is that you should definitely contact Amelia about this, seeing as this is her area of expertise, also she and Sirius were quite close, if anyone were to help him it would be her."
The night soon came to an end signaling for Harry to leave. Thanking the Longbottom's for their hospitality. He promised Gran to keep her updated with the case before exiting Longbottom estate.
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At precisely 6:00 pm the following day the floo in Bones Manor lit up signaling the arrival of their long-awaited guest. Walking forward to greet the said guest was the heir presumptive of the House Bones, Lady Susan Bones.
"I Susan Andromeda Bones, Scion and Heir to the House Bones welcome you to Bones Manor." She greeted, secretly eyeing the handsome young wizard.
Straightening his back, he replied with the same formality, "I Harry Theseus Potter, Head of House Potter and House Black thank you and accept your invitation for this evening."
Harry shook the girl's hand with a warm smile. "Call me Harry please."
Susan blushed profusely, "I am here to escort to the sitting room where my aunt Lady Amelia Bones awaits us." She managed.
Talking her hand Harry kissed the back of it, "Then by all means Madame, please lead us."
She turned abruptly and led him to the sitting room, attempting to hide her mad blush. In the sitting room, Harry was greeted by the current head of the Bones family, Lady Amelia Catherine Bones.
"Thank you for inviting me Lady Bones." Harry said shaking her hand. Lady Bones smiled politely, "The pleasure was mine Lord Potter" She assured then pointed to a seat beside her, "Please sit."
Once Harry was comfortably seated she began, "How have you been Lord Potter?"
"I have been well Lady Bones." He replied forcing a slight smile at the lie.
Sensing the forced smile Amelia frowned, "First of all none of this Lady stuff Lord Potter, we are all family here, you can call me Aunty or at the very least Amelia."
"Then please call me Harry, Aunty" Harry said this time with a real smile.
Nodding at his reply she questions "Now onto other matters, tell me Harry where you have been all this time? And I want the truth, understood?"
Sighing Harry once again began his life narration, by the time he was done the atmosphere was dense with tension. One could probably slice it with a knife.
"You have led a tough life Harry." Amelia finally said, "Although I am glad to see you have turned out the way you did, this shows the strength of your character. But remember Harry you have a family now, whom you could rely on, you are not alone now."
Harry couldn't suppress his emotions and let out a sob, followed by another, till he was crying uncontrollably. Adopting an alarmed look Amelia immediately rushed to the young man, soothingly rubbing his back.
"What's wrong Harry?" She asked once he had calmed down considerably.
"Nothing Aunty, it's just that, I have lived my whole life being isolated, it is a new experience, to have people who care about me." He replied furiously rubbing his eyes. "I am sorry you had to see me cry Aunty."
Smiling, she gently wiped his tears, "Never be ashamed to show your emotions Harry. Crying doesn't make you weak. It just shows that you have a heart that cares. I am proud, that you are brave enough to show your emotions." She promised.
Just as before the conversation was broken by the arrival of a house elf, announcing the start of dinner.
After a quite meal the trio again retired to the sitting room, where Amelia ordered butter-beer for the kids and firewhisky for herself.
"Aunty, I have something to discuss with you but please hear me out before you say something." Harry began once they were all seated.
Amelia raised her eyebrows but nodded nonetheless.
"It is about my god father." He hesitated for a moment, "Sirius Arctus Black."
Amelia opened her mouth but was unable to interrupt as Harry immediately handed her the parchment containing proof of Sirius' innocence.
She read it eyes widening with each line, twice she read it to make sure her eyes, were not deceiving her. Tearfully, she closed the parchment, unable to comprehend it.
The children sensing dilemma, went over to her and hugged her lightly. Amelia completely broke down at the gesture of affection.
"I am such an idiot, I always knew in my heart that Sirius was innocent, but I did nothing to prevent it." She managed difficultly, "I let the man I loved be put in that prison. How can he ever forgive me?" She said desperately.
Harry stepped back and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Aunty, whether he forgives you or not, is his choice. Wallowing in self-pity is not going to help him. All we can do at this point is to try our best to free him."
Sensing the wisdom in his voice Amelia furiously wiped her tears, her expression became resolute. "You are right, I don't know whether he will forgive me or not, that is up to him, but I promise you Harry. I will see to it that he is freed, even if it is the last thing I do." She vowed.
As with the Longbottom's, at the end of the night he was pleased to have re-established the second of the alliances. After promising Susan to meet her on-board the Hogwarts express Harry bade them farewell.
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Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Lord of the Noble house of Malfoy was sitting in his study when a hooting sound distracted him from his work, looking up he watched in awe as a striking crimson owl swooped down and held out its leg for him. Untying the letter Mr. Malfoy relieved the owl of its duties as it hooted before it perched on his shoulder.
His biggest shock though came from the contents of the letter.
Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy,
I hope you are well. It is a pleasure to be in touch with you again. I know by reading my letter many questions would be arising on your mind as to where was I all these years? Why am I contacting you now?
I am sorry sir, but I cannot answer all of your questions in the letter for the fear of it being intercepted before it reaches you. All I can tell you at this point is that I only recently became aware of my inheritance. I had been living with my muggle relatives all these years but am at as safe location as of now. Again, I implore you to please give me a chance to answer all your questions before you pass your judgment about me. I too have many questions I want to clarify with you, therefore if it is to your convenience I would like to meet with you and your family at a place of your choice before my school term starts.
My owl Athena will wait for your letter. Please reply at your earliest convenience.
Yours Sincerely,
Lord Harry Theseus Potter,
Head of Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter
"Dobby" Lucius called for the house elf, in the next moment a pop was heard. "How can Dobby be's of service master?"
"Dobby I want you to inform everyone to meet me in the dining hall within ten minute. Tell them it's an emergency." Lucius instructed, the elf bowed before flashing out with a pop sound.
He folded the letter and made his way to the dining hall. Within ten minutes all of the family members were seated.
"Lucius, why have you called this sudden meeting? Is there a problem?" His wife, Narcissa asked. Lucius handed her the letter.
"I recently received a letter from Lord Potter." Two gasps were heard from the table." He would like to meet with us to discuss things."
"But why hasn't he contacted us till now father?" Asked Draco his son, Lucius shook his head in denial. "I am afraid Lord Potter hasn't disclosed that piece of information in the letter. That old fool Dumbledore must have placed him with Lily's muggle sister. Petunia was her name if I recall correctly."
"Now, if it is all right with all of you I would like to invite him tomorrow. I want both of you to maintain your cool in front of him. It would be understandable if the boy is untrusting of us. It is expected."
Two positive nods later he headed for his study to post the invitation.
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Harry woke up that day to find a letter on his owl waiting for him with a letter. He unfurled the letter and gave some treats to the owl.
The letter was from Lord Lucius Malfoy; apparently, he had invited him to today for lunch. He had to tread carefully this, was his most important meeting so far. From what he had read and heard the Malfoys were a traditionally dark family, who had sided with Voldemort, but his grandparents mentioned that the Potters were in alliance with the Malfoys. This really confused him how can his family, the family hunted by the dark lord be in alliance with one of his supporters. When he asked his grandparents, they had simply said it wasn't their tale to tell. But now the time was here, all his questions were going to be answered today.
This set him in action as he had only a few hours left for preparations. He completed his routine morning workout followed by breakfast and a long shower.
He also spent a long time in front of his closet. Discarding several pairs he ultimately decided on black slacks, a light blue shirt made from acromantula silk, a dark blue silk blazer and a pair of dragon hide boots.
"Morgan!" He cried out calling his familiar.
A huge bolt of lightning crackled the sky as the thunderbird appeared.
"You called boss?" Morgan questioned.
"Yes Morgan today I want you to come with me to the Malfoys, I am not sure what to expect there and you are the only one I trust to watch my back."
The thunderbird gave a cry of approval, before merging inside his body.
"All right then, lets, get this show on the road" He stated.
He headed towards the floo. "Malfoy mansion" He shouted stepping inside.
At Malfoy mansion, he was greeted by a petit pale boy, who had light blonde hair and onyx eyes.
"I Draco Orion Malfoy, Heir presumptive to the house Malfoy welcome you to Malfoy mansion." Draco greeted formally extending his hand.
"I Harry Theseus Potter, Head of House Potter thank you and accept your incitation for the evening." Harry returned shaking the boy's hand.
He was led to the sitting lounge where he was greeted by Lord and Lady Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy was a tall imposing man with shoulder length hair and a collected attitude, a perfect pureblood.
Narcissa Malfoy was a beautiful middle aged woman. She was 5'4 with greyish white hair and dark blue eyes. She enveloped him in a hug as soon as she saw him.
Caught off guard he hesitantly hugged her back.
"I'm sorry Lord Potter. I don't know what came over me." She apologised letting go of him.
"It's ok Lady Malfoy." He assured.
"It's Narcissa Lord Potter." Lady Malfoy scolded.
"Then it is Harry for all of you Narcissa." Harry said with a smile.
Lucius cleared his throat interrupting the conversation. "Now, that you are here Mr. Potter, how about we head for lunch." Lucius said leading them to the dining hall.
Narcissa smiled at seeing Harry thanking and praising the elves. "Just like Lily." She mused sadly.
"So, Harry you mentioned you were just recently introduced to the magical world. How was the firsthand experience? Any subject you like so far." Lucius asked with a smile.
"It was good sir", "Err. Lucius" He corrected himself at Lord Malfoy's stare. "Right now, I'm enamored by Transfiguration, Runes, Dark Arts, Charms and Potions, I have already read through my whole library."
This emancipated a chuckle from Narcissa at seeing her husband and son's gobsmacked expression. "Take after your mother Harry. She was quiet the potions mistress in her school days, always looking for more books, that woman."
After the main course winded down, all of them proceeded to the sitting lounge where dessert was served. Finding the perfect opportunity Lucius asked. "Harry would you please tell us about your home life?"
Harry looked at them for a few moments contemplating the pros and cons. He sighed, "Very well, then."
He began, "My 'relatives' despised my very existence. They despised me just because I was a wizard. Growing up I never knew much about my parents, the only thing my relatives told me that my parents were drunkards who got killed in a car accident. I didn't even know my name till I was in elementary school; to them I was always a freak. I was never given proper meals only what I could steal from the kitchen. They always whipped me if I ever performed better than my cousin. Do I need to go on?" Harry asked through a lump in his throat.
Narcissa reached around and rubbed his hand soothingly. "It's ok Harry. It was not your fault that your relatives were monsters. Anyone who could treat a child, like that cannot be called humans. You are not at fault Harry, never doubt yourself."
Harry smiled slightly before preparing himself to ask the question that had been troubling him. "Lucius, now I in no way want to disrespect you but I must ask this. How were you and my family associated?"
Lucius nodded knowingly. "I understand Harry. I was expecting you would ask this. I will answer your question but I must warn you some parts of my answer you will find hard to believe, but I swear on my magic that all I tell you is the complete truth." Lucius vowed, his hand glowed for a second sealing his oath.
Harry then nodded for him to proceed. And so the tale began "Though our families association is a recent thing, my friendship to your parents Harry is not. James was Draco's godfather after all. Your father, I and Sirius were the best of friends from childhood. Even though I was in Slytherin and them in Gryffindor our friendship never wavered. My Father sadly did not share our belief. It was during our fifth year that the new Dark Lord stated gaining popularity, his influence growing day by day. "
"Mine and Sirius' families were always the believers of pureblood supremacy. They forced us, to swear loyalty to Voldemort. Sirius, quite the rebel in his days, was luckily never close to his family, so he refused and left his home. I also thought of doing the same, but couldn't, unlike Sirius, I was quite close to my mother. She like me was against fathers believes. Knowing this, my father didn't hesitate to use my weakness as a weapon. He threatened to torture my mother if I didn't swear allegiance to the Dark lord. I had no choice but to compile."
"After that I tried distancing myself from James and Sirius but your father would have none of it. He never left my side and I was ultimately forced to tell him of my reasons. In need of help we all turned to your grandfather Charlus Potter."
"He was furious, when I told him of my father's threat and believe me a furious Charlus potter is the last thing you want to see. He challenged my father to an honor duel, risked his entire inheritance and the name 'Potter' in place of my mother's freedom. Suffice to say my father was never heard from again. Charlus provided both me and my mother a refugee in our times of need. The Dark lord though was still at large I just couldn't turn my back to him, because as strong as your grandfather was, even he couldn't stand up to Voldemort and all his supporters alone. Instead I turned a spy for your father."
"After the war was over, some of the dark lord's supporters went into hiding while many escaped through the imperious curse lie. I tried looking everywhere for you Harry, but I couldn't find you. I couldn't file an adoption for you as I was still viewed as a Death Eater and only your family members and Sirius knew otherwise, but none of them were there to testify for me."
"I guessed Dumbledore must have placed you somewhere, seeing that Sirius had gone to Azkaban wrongly accused. I pleaded with Dumbledore, tried to make him believe of mine and Sirius' innocence but he wouldn't listen, he didn't even tell me where you were. He claimed all was for the 'Greater Good'." Lucius finished his face pink from the long tale.
Harry sat there silently not able to believe his own ears. Lucius seeing his silent expression sighed sadly, "I understand if you don't believe me Harry, my story is hard….."
"No, no Lucius I believe you, I just don't understand why Dumbledore is doing all this. First, he destroys my childhood, now I find he has destroyed the lives of innocent people." Harry said assuring the frantic man. "As for Sirius, you don't need to worry about to him. You son't know this but I was recently made the head of House Black," Three gasps were heard from the room. "And as the Head of House I have the power to file a lawsuit, against unjust accusation against a member of my House. I have already discussed the situation with lady Amelia Bones and Madam Longbottom. All of us are working on a plan to free him."
That concluded the day's agenda. After promising Narcissa that he would visit again, he took his leave from the Malfoy mansion.
