Summary:
Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy. Remus Lupin/Severus Snape. Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Warnings: Weasley Bashing/Dumbledore Bashing/Hermione Bashing/Alternate Universe/Magical inheritance/Mpreg/Veela Harry/Sub Harry/Veela Draco/Dom Draco/Magically Strong Harry/Male Slash/Fluff/Romance/Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence.
This story will have lemon in it.
*LEMON
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Chapter Five- Gringotts, Wills & More
Two weeks later finds Harry and Neville making their way to Gringotts. After Harry was flashed back to his room at the Dursley's by Fawkes, the first thing Harry notices is that his room is in the same state it was in before he left. It also means that the Dursley's never once checked on his well-being. Harry shakes his head at their apparent neglect he could have died. Harry is pretty sure they wouldn't have cared if he lived or died. It did not escape his notice that there are no letters or the usual birthday presents from his friends. Maybe our friendship is truly over. Last year they practically ignored me, no matter how many times I tried to talk to them. Harry also remembers that a few times Ron, Hermione and Ginny would disappear for hours. The only time the three would speak with him is when Ginny tries to throw herself at him and or have Ron encouraging Harry to date his sister. Hermione would make snide comments under her breath when he would sometimes ask for help or she would give him the are you that stupid look? She would apologize later with a smile that never reached her eyes. Harry tries not to feel hurt by their attitude, but honestly he was. Years of friendship I wasted on people who now see him as a pariah.
Harry tries not to dwell on the situation anymore as he gathers all his belongings. He tucks his trunk and Hedwig's shrunken cage in his pants pockets and pulls on his invisibility cloak. He walks out of his room listens to for any noise wondering if his relatives are home. When silence reaches his ears, Harry smiles he might have even cackled silently of his plan this will be perfect. With his cloak still on walks down the stairs and stops directly over the spot of the boot closet. The prison that was my home for so long. Taking a deep breath, Harry close his eyes and concentrate on his magic. After the Founders had explained everything to Harry and Neville, they began to train and help them develop their new powers. Harry and Neville can now do wandless magic.
Neville and Harry are stronger and have more control over their magic than before. Harry focus on the boot closet and search for a weak point in the walls. Harry finds it in the corner where bugs used to crawl out of and bite him. Harry sends a small amount of his magic to the crack causing it to split larger and deeper sending it up the walls branching off into to a tree. Harry push a little more of his magic expanding the cracks surrounding the house, weakening the beams and bursting the pipes. Harry walks down the rest of the steps. With each step, he smiles at the misfortune that is about to happen to the Dursley's home. Harry enters the kitchen and walk out the front door and stands under the tall hulking tree that was once his solace and friend. Harry touch the tree thanking the tree for being a comfort to him and also asking for its forgiveness. With a stronger push of his magic, Harry sends it through the tree and down to the roots cutting them off weakening the tree. The leaves on the branches begin to rustle, and the tree starts to sway as if a large gust of wind just blew by. Harry walks around the tree and stands on the other side of it. The tree stands directly beside the Dursley home. With a gentle push, the tree teeters over and falls on the already weaken home bringing it crashing down beneath the tree. Suddenly a loud boom can be heard, and quickly Harry throws up a shield, protecting him from the flying debris.
Canceling his shield Harry lifts his nose to the air scenting gas, another idea forms in his head. Harry steps back further from the demolished home and calls up his shield once more. Quickly he sends an incendio charm at the leaking gas that is now leaking and traveling from underneath the broken home. In an instant the rest of what's left of the house goes up in flames with a loud boom, and also sadly killing the tree. Harry smiles under his cloak. Finally, he has taken away their safety the same way they took away his. Precious memories that Petunia savored of Dudley and special family events now burns to nothing but ashes. Neighbors rush out of their homes to see the destruction that only seem to happen to the Dursley's home. Harry turn his back to it all walking away. Never will he need to see these people again.
Neville is waiting, and it is time for me to start my new life. Thinks Harry as he apparates away from what is now his past moving towards his future.
Before Harry and Neville got sent back to their world, the Founders gave them a few bits of advice and where to find their private chambers. Contrary what Dumbledore believe the Chamber of Secrets was not where Salazar Slytherin resided. But, in a family suite with the love of his Godric Gryffindor. The chamber was his potions lab. Salazar, who insisted that Harry calls him grandfather as with all the other founders, shared a few secrets about his lab and where to find the rarest books and ingredients. Ingredients such as another basilisks egg that is under the strongest preservation hidden in a secret room of the chamber. Salazar instructs Harry that if he ever feels the need to hatch the egg to say the spell in Parseltongue.
Harry appears at where he and Neville are supposed to meet. Harry takes his cloak off and looks around to see if anyone noted his sudden appearance. When no one takes notice, Harry pulls up the cowl on his new hooded sweater. His grandmother Rowena taught Harry and Neville more complex glamor and Transfiguration spells. Harry looks around and sees Neville walking towards him. Neville stops in front of him then nods his head in Gringotts direction. Harry nods back, and they begin to walk. As they reach the entrance to the bank, the familiar words appear in front of them both.
"Enter, stranger, but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed.
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there".
Neville and Harry walk through the doors ignoring the words; they have no plans to betray or incite the wrath of the Goblin Nation. Before they could ask for help Griphook steps before them blocking them from walking further into the bank. Griphook bows before them.
"Lord Potter, Lord Longbottom we have been awaiting your arrival."
Both returning the bow acknowledged him. "May your gold grow and your enemies' blood cover your blades. Master Griphook." Harry and Neville chorused together. Their grandmother Helga taught Neville and Harry proper wizarding etiquette and customs and how to greet other magical creatures.
For a second, Griphook is amazed by hearing the respectful greetings. Influential wizards and witches view goblins, as ugly disgusting and greedy "creatures." Wizards are forgetful and selfish creatures, thinks Griphook. They forget that the Goblin Nation bore masters and mistresses. We have fought, and won wars built a strong nation and bows to no one but their King. However, it seems these two have been taught to respect those others deem lesser and insignificant.Breaking from his thoughts Griphook replies with a slight bow once again, "May your endeavors thrive, and your enemies bleed by your hands for their treachery."
As they stood up to their right position, Griphook could not stop admiring to two men who will change wizarding history. "This way my Lords," he says as he turns and leads them down a different hallway away from peeping eyes.
Griphook shows them to a room closing the door quickly. Then waves his hand at the door wandlessly warding the room from anyone who dares to try and listen. Griphook walks over to the enormous desk in the room then takes a seat behind it. Piles of neatly stacked parchments with Gringotts official seal on them appears on the desk the second Griphook sits down.
"You can drop your glamor's now young Heirs; this room is very secure." Griphook instructs.
Both did as they were instructed by removing their glamor. But, before taking the offered seat Harry had to know. "Master Griphook how did you know who we are that we would visit today?"
Griphook chuckles, "It is very simple young one. The eve of your inheritance one of the many magical seals that were placed on the vaults by the Founders of Hogwarts broke, signaling the return of their Heirs. The minute you were close enough we the goblins felt your power and prepared ourselves for your arrival."
"Can anyone one else feel the new powers?" Neville asked.
"No ordinary witch or wizard, however, those of Elfin or Veela blood might have had they been in the vicinity."
That made Harry pause for just a second, he checked his memory to see if he felt anything different when he appeared in the square or the bank. When nothing comes to mind Harry summarizes that he and Neville were safe from being recognized.
"Now Lord Longbottom," Griphooks says breaking into Harry's thoughts. "Let's begin with you considering you are aware of your Lordship since birth."
He handed a few parchments to Neville, who looks them over nodding his head as in agreement with whatever is written on them. "As per the law we have removed Augusta Longbottom's name from all your accounts and have set up a separate vault with a monthly stipend. We have also rented Blackbird Manor located in England to her. The funds will be withdrawn from her monthly stipend before the rest is deposited in her vaults."
After looking them over Neville looks at Griphook, who then hands him a sharp and oddly designed dagger with a yellow, gold, and blue handle. Neville takes the dagger pricking his finger, blood pools at the tip of his finger. Neville quickly presses his blood tipped finger to each and every parchment. From his angel, Harry peeked over at the parchments in Neville's hand reading the closest one to him.
Certificate of Birth
Name: Neville Franklin Longbottom
Father: Frank Longbottom-Living-St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Mother: Alice Longbottom-Living-St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Agusta Longbottom-Living relative- Magical Guardian – Regent to the House of Longbottom
Heir of Dukedom
-Archaic and Royal House of
Gryffindor
-Archaic and Royal House of
Ravenclaw
-Heir to the House of
Longbottom
Estates & Properties
-Hogwarts
-Blackbird Manor, England
-Samuel Cottage, Switzerland
-Cobalt Manor, Ireland
Vaults
733-740-Longbottom
145-200-Gryffindor & Ravenclaw
"Now Lord Longbottom because you are the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Duke you are allowed to wear both signet rings. You may choose to wear them both along with your Lordship ring."
"I will wear the Gryffindor ring please, but have the Ravenclaw sent to Hogwarts." Harry has no idea what Neville is thinking. However, wearing both rings shows his power and entitlement. He is a Duke, which is higher in status than a Lord.
"Very well," Griphook says then snapping his finger, two boxes with the Gryffindor and Longbottom crest appears in the room in front of Neville on the desk. Griphook opens both boxes, and Harry see a large, beautiful and sparkling ruby square cut ring with a lion who seems to be pacing in the middle. Harry guesses that is Godric Gryffindor ring. The other smaller but equally beautiful clear crystal with the head of a blue eagle. I guess Neville was always meant to be the Duke of Ravenclaw after all. Harry thinks to himself.
"To ensure your claim over your Lordship and Dukedom young heir, I need you to prick your finger once again and add a small drop to each ring," Griphook says.
Neville does as he was asked pricking his finger and tapping the jewel of both rings. Harry watch with fascination as the blood seeps into the rings and begins to glow. "You have been accepted as the heir of Longbottom and Duke of Gryffindor. Now take both the rings Duke Gryffindor and place them on separate fingers."
Taking the rings, Neville put the Longbottom putting it on his right index finger. And the Gryffindor ring next to his ring finger on his left hand. With all of that done Neville looks at Griphook, and the goblin nods his head in approval.
"Now Lord Potter there is a few things we need to clear up before you can claim your Lordship and Dukedom. Since the death of your parents, we have kept a very close eye on your vaults. We have also sent letters to you every year since you started Hogwarts."
"I haven't gotten any owls." Harry interrupts the goblin.
"That's unfortunate; we have tried to reach you on numerous occasions. I am quite sure we have sent letters to your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore. He knew we desired to speak with you about the wishes of your parents and recently your Godfather's wills."
Harry seethes in his chair, gripping the handles. To hear the news that the goblins have been trying to get in touch with him, and that Dumbledore was his magical guardian. He didn't even know that his parents left a will, and the fact that Dumbledore knew and kept all of this from him increased his mistrust in the Headmaster. That bastard!
"Master Griphook, I was not aware that I had a magical guardian. I have lived with my muggle relatives since the death of my parents."
"How unfortunate," Griphook sadly replies. "Now that you are here we can rectify the problem, we can also satisfy the wishes of your parents last will and testament."
Griphook hands Harry three envelopes, they all had his name on them with three distinctly different handwritings. Harry guesses the letters are from his parents and Sirius. Sadness slowly creeps inside of him; these are the last words of the ones that loved him most. Three individuals that died saving his life. Tears wells in Harry's eyes and he blinks a few times to keep them at bay. He puts two of the letters down and keeps the one with dainty and wispy handwriting that looks as if a female wrote it, maybe it is from his mother. Harry opens the letter and scans down to the end to see who signed it. He was right the letter is from his mother.
My Dearest Son,
If you are reading this, it means sadly I have died. I hope that you had a wonderful life and me that your father, Sirius, and Remus has not turned you into their littlest Marauder. I hope that my death did not take you away before I see you married and have a family of your own. But if, by chance, I was taken too soon I hope that you had a happy life with laughter and joy.
I hope that your father and I showed you what real love looks like and that I was there to see what a handsome young man you have grown up to be. I hope each and every day I as your mother encouraged you to be the best man you were meant to be. And, to let you know I am proud of you and that I am proud to be your mother. Harry my son, if I was not around to say it, I love you. I loved you from the day I knew you were within me, and I knew the minute I held you in my arms. Harry, I know that you will have your father's strength, never be afraid of your strength, my son. His strength is one of the reasons why I fell in love with him. And his ability to make me laugh.
Harry, it is with sad regret that I write this letter. There is a war between the light and the dark and you my son are the target. By now you know that your father and I are in hiding. There is a mad bent on his personal agenda trying to kill us. Ipraymy son we will not make it. There are so many things that I wish that I could say to you, Harry. But if your father and I die I want you to be protected. Remember Harry you are the light of our world, don't you ever forget that.
I Lily-Ann Potter nee Evans of sound mind and body leaves this as my last will and testament.
First, to the goblins, by chance that James and I do not survive this war. I leave the care of Harry to his father, James Potter. James, please do not despair Harry will need you. Remember I love you always. And, please my darling find love again do not close your heart off, open it again love to another.
Second, if in the event that James Potter is not able to care for Harry. I leave him in the care of Sirius Black. Sirius, teach him, guide him. Tell him about James and I never let him forget us.
Third, if Sirius cannot care for Harry, I leave him with two people I trust the most. Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. Yes, I know about you two, I have known since our fifth year. I am pretty sure James and Sirius do not know because they would have kicked Severus's arse. And, as to how I know I followed you Severus one day when you went to meet Remus. I trust you both to show Harry, love. Love that his father and I were not able to give him. Take care of him; protect him. Be the parents that we could not be.
Last by not least, I do not want Harry to go to my sister Petunia. I know that she is my only blood relative. I Lily-Ann Potter renounce Petunia Dursley nee Evan as my sister and blood relative. I renounce Vernon Dursley as my brother-in-law. I renounce their offspring Dudley Dursley as my nephew. I renounce any other child or children Petunia and Vernon Dursley should have. So mote it be.
Please, do not listen to anyone that claims Harry needs to be with Petunia. She is a vile woman. He and her husband are bigots; they hate anyone and anything to do with magic. I fear that if Harry should end up in their care he will be abused and neglected. He will not be loved and care for as a child should be.
I leave this last message to whoever is taking care of my pride and joy. I DO NOT TRUST ALBUS DUMBLEDORE. There are things that I have seen that have made me call into question his actions. The most important is the prophecy he speaks of and Harry's involvement. I question the validity and wonders if it is fake or misinterpreted to fit Dumbledores needs.
Dumbledore's reasons do not validate his motives for the greater good; I have been trying to find the truth. I fear my inquiries could lead to James and my death. The only ones I have voiced my concerns to are James, Frank & Alice Longbottom. I have reasons to believe that Dumbledore is hiding something. Please find the truth.
Remember most of all Harry, my son, I love you always.
Your Mother,
Lady Lily-Ann Potter nee Evan
The Noble and Ancient of Potter