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Things to know so far,
Lily's real last name-Stone
Lily's adopted last name-Evans
Lily's Birth Mother- Irisia Stone
Lily's Birth Father- Wastnon Stone
Lily's blood rank- pureblood (family does not believe in blood purity)
This chapter of The Lord and Lady Phoenix is dedicated to my friend Glitch200X. He just started on the site so send him some advice and tips. This chapter is for you Glitch200X!
Previously On the Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone
Harry James Potter
Son of Lily and James Potter
James Roy Potter
Born-
Died-31, October,1981
Status-deceased
Species-Human
Blood Status- Pure Blood
Descendent of- Ignotus Peverell
Extra-N/A
Lily Sarah Potter (née Stone)
Born-30, January, 1960
Died-31, October, 1981
Status-deceased
Species-Human
Blood Status-Pure Blood
Descendent of Merlon, Morgana, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw
Extra-Born to Irisia(Deceased) and Wastnon(Deceased) Stone. Wastnon died during an attack by Conjorca, self proclaimed dark god. Irisia gravely wounded but able to hide Lily Stone with Evans Family. Bewitched Evans family to believe Lily to be their daughter.
Sole Heir
Of
Vault X
Harry looked up at the shocked and awed face of Griphook.
"Sir, what is Vault X?"
The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone
Chapter Six
Vault X Part Two
"Um… excuse me for asking but Mr. Griphook, are you alright sir?" Griphook's face couldn't possibly be anymore shocked than it was already. His glasses had slipped off his long nose and fell to the floor but the goblin did not notice. Harry picked up the glasses, handed it to the goblin and asked once more,
"Mr. Griphook are you alright?" The goblin removed the shock from his face, placed the glasses back, on and replied,
"Y-yes Mr. Potter. I-I am so sorry for keeping you waiting. The entire goblin community apologizes for not recognizing you it is just that… we…I…" he stumbled to find the right words.
"It's fine Mr. Griphook. I understand why you would want to do this. I must thank you for doing this process actually."
"W-what? WHY?"
"If you hadn't have done this test with all of the other witches and wizards, my inheritance would have been long gone years before I even knew the fact that I had an inheritance. I must thank you." Harry held out his hand. Griphook's shock came back tenfold when Harry made this simple gesture. The goblin looked at the hand suspiciously. Slowly, he took out his hand and shook it with Harry's.
"Thank you Mr. Potter. Thank you. I must say that you are very kind to us for this incident."
"Why? You were only verifying that I was who I claimed to be and acting responsibly to the others who tried to impersonate myself.
"Well you see Mr. Potter, if word got out that we had messed up in the act of giving Harry Potter his inheritance, the wizarding world would diminish our trust even further. Many Witches and Wizards are racist to those who are not the same as them. The many fascinating creatures of our world are often regarded as worthless to the ones who carry wands. The Goblin community is only seen to store magical money for witches and wizards and nothing else. If we try to extend our own lives in any way, shape, or form, the magical governments across the world might declare it as an act of war as they have often done in the past. As you could easily guess, The Goblins are not particularly used to a wizard shaking hands and asking about a goblin's wellbeing."
"That's awful. How could humans think that way. The different beings of this world could all give something of their own civilization to the others. Witches and Wizards are only hurting themselves by cutting ties, treaties, and bonds with the others." Griphook's shock turned to complete confusion.
"You are a strange boy Mr. Potter. But often it is the strange ones that do the most effect in the world. I feel that you will be very effective in the future to uniting the beings of the world. I do not know how, but I do know that you will be effective. The fact that you see all beings as equals shows it. Now then, on to business. Shall we go down to your vault Mr. Potter?"
"I just have one request, call me Harry please."
"As long as you call me Griphook. Mr. Po… Harry." He smiled sheepishly and the two walked down the hall to a wooden railway. Griphook whistled and a small cart with the Gringotts symbol carved on the front drove itself forward to them. They stepped inside.
"Keep your limbs inside the cart if you wish to walk out with all of them." the goblin joked. Harry thought it was a joke. The goblin's face seemed to have a little smile as though it was thinking about all beings who did not listen. But goblins didn't seem like the joking kind. Harry felt Ardoris fly away from his shoulder quickly. Before he had time to think why, he got his answer.
The entire trip felt like an endless, mad roller coaster without a safety bar to hold onto. Except the fact that Harry had never been allowed to accompany the Dursleys on trips to amusement parks. Griphook explained how the vault system worked. The older a family was, the deeper it was and the more defenses were placed around it. The school vaults were in the hundreds. Starting at one thousand and one were the family vaults. He mentioned about how the ancient families were on the lowest levels. Harry would have to ask the elders about ancient families later.
"Vault six hundred and eighty seven." Griphook said as the cart stopped. He did not get out however. "This is the vault where your school money is placed. But be careful Harry, some people do not wish for you to have knowledge that you have more than this one vault." Before Harry could ask, the cart shot forward into the tunnels once more. The tracks were becoming steeper and older as they blasted across banks and drops. There were more forks in the track. At one point, he and Griphook went down a impossibly banked slope, barreling backwards.
Harry soon saw a glimpse of one vault at the end of a forked turn. Its door looked to be extremely heavily guarded. Harry missed the last two of the three numbers. The only one he saw was the number seven. He would have asked what was in there, but some things were better left secret in the universe. Forks pasted faster now. Caves, carts, and different tracks were blurs. Harry thought he saw a cart going upside down, but the one he was on went too fast for him to confirm it. They passed what looked like vault ninety five thousand, five hundred and twenty three. The next drop caused Harry to almost fall out of his seat. It went straight down at a ninety degree angle. They leveled off going at what Harry guessed was about a hundred fifty miles per hour. He saw that the track led straight into a craggy stone wall ahead. The cart ignored friction as it sped even faster. They were just about to crash when Harry saw a tiny little stone in front of them jump out of the way revealing a hole just big enough for them to squeeze through. They did so through complete, pitch black darkness. Harry could feel the wooden cart slow down.
It did so. They slowly rode across a giant chasm. It was just illuminated by a few torches here and there. Harry wouldn't be surprised if the it was bottomless. Lining the walls were a few giant caves. And Harry saw pairs of big yellow eyes, illuminated by the torches, glaring at him as they rode past.
"Griphook, what are those?" The goblin got out of the cart but did not face the eyes. He said,
"Oh.. Just the guards."
"Are they…"
"Dragons?" Oh yes of course! Some of the best guards I've ever seen. Shows no mercy to those that attack their masters. It is also a secret that we keep them down here so don't speak of it to anyone. Got that Harry?" Harry nodded. "Good. Now we are almost there. Mind your head in the next tunnel. There's a dragon up there who likes to set fire to anything that moves.
After that dragon breathing fire upon the cart, they came to a stop in a lonely little cave. It was just wide enough to allow them to step out the cart. In front of them, dimly glowing from two torches, was a stone door. And carved upon the rock was a simple 'X'. They stepped out. Harry could swear that he heard Godric shout, "Man! That beast ride gets better every single time!" Then he could hear the others shout, "Will you shut your mouth Godric?" He chuckled silently and followed the goblin.
"Place you hand in the middle of the 'X'. If it accepts you as its heir, it will grant you entrance. If it doesn't, let's just say you'll have a hard time going to the bathroom for the rest of your life. Yeah, we'll put it that way!" Harry gulped. He stepped forward and placed the trembling hand on the stone.
It rumbled violently. Griphook's eyes danced wildly. "Now just step through the door. I would accompany you Harry but excuse me, I enjoy my ability to use a toilet. Take this bag." He gave a small, polished, leather bag to Harry. "This is a Gringotts money bag. It can hold up to ten thousand Galleons at one time. It's free of charge as thanks for not reporting this incident. Now… I'm going to go back to the lobby. Call out my name when you wish to come back to the surface. Don't worry I'll hear you. Go on!" He bowed to Harry, hopped into the rickety, wooden cart, and shot off. Harry shook his head and took another step. His foot slid through as if the door was made of liquid. The rest of his body followed. The room wasn't a room. It was a small chamber. There was an platform of rock with seven symbols on its face. A blue orb. A red orb. A red lion. A blue eagle. A yellow badger. A green snake. And a white rock. All the symbols surrounded the middle of the pedestal in a circle. Harry automatically placed his two hands onto the center and all seven symbols glowed. An inscription glowed onto the wall behind the pedestal.
Ye who descended from us eldest beings.
Hath entered thy chamber for ancestral dealings.
Touch thy symbol of predecessor you choose.
And enter for thy possessions are there to use.
Merlin's orb.
Morgana's too.
Godric's red cat.
Rowena's bird so blue.
Helga's badger.
Yellow but black
Salazar's serpent
Its green bites back.
Family symbol, White Stone you use.
Open the vault of the ancestor you choose.
Harry understood the meaning of the strange message. He would have to touch the symbol of the ancestor he wanted to enter their vault. He placed his palm onto the white stone. The inscription faded and the stone wall it was on rumbled like the one before it. Harry stepped around the pedestal and entered through the wall.
The inside of the Stone Family Vault was massive. Everywhere he looked there was something different. Not a single space of floor was open except for the paths. It was however thoroughly organized so he could find his way around. He followed the path into the center of the vault. On a small table was a little wooden chest. He opened it. Inside was a plain white piece of paper, not parchment, muggle paper. Underneath it was a thick, black book. Harry knew that the letter was the one he heard his mother speak about in his dreams. He opened it up carefully and began reading.
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this, then it mean that I have died along with your father. I am sorry that we couldn't be there for your childhood. Hopefully you would have been raised by Sirius Black or Remus Lupin. They were the only two people we entrusted to take care of you. However, Albus Dumbledore might have placed you with my sister Petunia Dursley. If he has, then I will be with all my might, haunting that man. It was stated in your father's and my will that your were absolutely not to go to anyone with the name Dursley. If you have, do as much as you can to get away from the horrendous bastards!
Pardon me for my language Harry. But I did try to forget our conflicts with my sister. In response she cursed at me and slammed the door in my face. If your are living with that horrible woman, get yourself out!
Anyway, to the point of this letter. If you are here reading this, than that means you have had the dream I sent with you into the future. Harry, the truth is that I am not a muggle-born like some people will tell you. After I was born, a dark wizard came into power and killed anyone with powers stronger than him. To his surprise, a little girl was far more powerful than him. In response, he killed my father. My mother was gravely injured but managed to place me into a muggle family named the Evans. She used magic to make the Evans believe that I was their daughter. But I was not. Harry, my real last name is Stone. And I am descended from Godric Gryfinndor and Rowena Ravenclaw. The two in turn are two of the four children of Merlin and Morgana Le Fay. This makes you one of the two descendents of the Elders. The other is Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. But Salazar and Helga disowned their son Abrax Gaunt after he began killing Muggles in the name of his father. This is the real reason that wizard-kind think Salazar believed in blood purity. The two founders took away Abrax's true powers, refused him their sacred ritual, and left him as a weak muggle. In rage, he began the beliefs of Blood Purity. He taught this to his son and it went on and on. Lord Voldemort heard a prophecy that I'm sure the elders in our minds have told you. He went to our house and murdered James while he was giving me time to save you. I performed the ritual that Salazar refused his son which gave you your powers that I know you have experienced already at such an early age. You must perform this on at least one of your children to continue the sacred line of the magical elders. This is because you are the last true descendent of Merlin and Morgana.
None know that Merlin and Morgana had children. The mystery of the founders birth is a complete secret. Salazar wiped the memory from his son before banishing him so Lord Voldemort has no knowledge of this. My side of the family has kept the knowledge. You must as well to protect yourself from power seeking witches and wizards. Some believe that there is an ability to steal the powers of a being and taking it for yourself through the act of murder. If people know your heritage, you will be under danger every second of every day by multiple dark people. I know the founders have entered your mind and have begun training you as they had done for me. You must continue doing this.
Harry, I know how you are feeling, not knowing your parents. But I know that you will have a family one day. There will be a special girl just waiting for you and if you are your father's son, Sirius's godson, and Remus's friend's son, than I know that there will be many girls in your life. There will also be many fan girls too. Take my advice. The only girl for you, will be the one that truly knows who you are, not what you are surrounded by. And your father wanted me to tell you, "Watch out for Redheads."
Harry, know that I love you very much. And that James and I are watching you. We know that one day you will find Stone Manor. It is the rightful home of a descendent of Merlin and Morgana. It was their home as well. I know that you will one day have kids running around the house. And your wife will truly love you. And now, I must ell you about the other items inside this box.
The rings are the Stone Ring. The stone represented balance and the eye represented life. Both could not live without being anchored to the other. It is the symbol of the Stone family. My family and your family. Your father and I used these two rings in our wedding and it is my wish for you to use them in yours. If you tap them you will be transported to Stone Manor. But do not go there until you are ready, and if you are living with the Dursleys, not living with them anymore. You still have the Trace (stupid Ministry of Magic spell that can be easily fooled.) around you. There is a book under the table saying how to be rid of it(Evil grin). It will say you performed under age magic unless you are rid of the Trace. One ring is for you, and the other is for you wife. No other is allowed inside the boundaries unless you wish them to be. The pendants are used to speak with each other no matter how far away they are. One will slightly glow when the other wants to talk and only the wearer can listen to the speaker. These were created by Merlin and Morgana. I know that you will put them to good use. The next thing is an address. It leads to a wand crafter. Wand crafters are the greatest builders of wand in the world, but there are few of them left. I wish for you to do what I did when I was young. I bought a wand from the wand maker, Mr. Olivander. He's a wand maker. Then I want you to see my old friend, a wand crafter, Mr. Acraet. Show him you ring and he will know that you are my son. He will create your wand from scratch. The Olivander wand should be for school. The Acraet wand should be for "other activities." The last is a book detailing about all seven vaults inside Vault X.
I love you and know that even if you are a Slytherin, you are my son and your parents love you no matter what. You have more power than Voldemort could ever dream by the time you defeated him for the first time like I knew you would. You are a true descendent. Tom Riddle is not. He does not even know who he really is descended from. The elders will help with anything you need. They did the same for me. And remember, Redheads.
Your Mother,
Lily Potter(née Stone)
Harry had tears in his eyes by the time he was finished reading the letter from his mother. It was the only thing he had from his parents. His mother had said she would love him if he was even in Slytherin. A house hated by the other three. It was sad how easily truth and fact could be twisted into rumors and lies. Salazar was a kind man. He helped Harry. He showed him what was wrong with his spell work. He told him that he could improve even more. But the rest of the world thought they were right to say that he was a twisted, evil old man. That he only cared for power and himself. This along with what he had learned from Griphook about the ways people acted proved his theory about the world ten fold. It was full of people who cared for nothing but themselves. Shallow, sneaky, rude, obnoxious witches and wizards who were destroying the ancient ways that the world used to be, created by the elders. And instead, they have replaced it with a world where no one cared for another. They wouldn't help one another. The beings who were not witches and wizards had every right in the world to be disappointed and disgusted by the way the world was today. And the fact that witches and wizards thought that disgust was an attempt at war was even more horrible. It showed how the intelligence of the world has slowly decreased,. Being replace by the many horrors that now walk upon it. It was just simply, plain disgusting.
Harry reached into the box and grabbed the two rings. Both had a simple circle etched into them with an eye at the top. The same design as the stone outside on the podium. The stone represented balance and the eye represented life. Both could not live without being anchored to the other. He would have to remember that. He looked underneath the table and found a blue book called 'Tracing the Trace' and began to skim over it. He looked ludicrously at the words of the book. The Trace was a simple spell required to be placed upon a child at birth. If it was not, there would be serious trouble with the law. All he had to say was an incarnation along with a few gestures on himself to remove it. But practically the entire population of Britain did not even have a clue about this. The Ministry of Magic was horribly insane if it thought that this simple little spell could hold such a stupid law in place. And the world was messed up in the fact that it couldn't even figure out how the Trace worked. He thought in his head the incarnation, waved his hand over himself wildly like a fly, and a soft glow emitted over him. It had worked. There wasn't anything in the Trace law that said Harry had to have the Trace on him anymore. It said he needed to have the Trace placed upon him right after birth. If there was loopholes like this in all of the Ministry of Magic's laws…Harry was going to have some fun with the idiots that run the country. He walked over to the section that contained the families money. Griphook had said the Potter family vault was one of the ancient families. But Vault 'X' was the most ancient wizarding family. He gathered five thousand galleons into the money bag. It didn't even make a scratch in the mountain of gold, let alone the mountains of silver and bronze. He walked back over to the main table and saw the book detailing the Vaults info. Near the beginning was his money. His eyes bugged out. He had to be the richest wizard/muggle in the world! If he converted his money to muggle pounds, he could buy out the Queen of England easily! He would have to be smart and not blow it all, if he lived long enough to blow it all. The coins rose to the stoney ceiling which seemed to be miles above him! He couldn't possibly have all this money! This was just the family vault. There were six others that could be even bigger than the family vault! And then there was the Potter Vault to add to this. He would have to talk to Griphook about that one.
He exited the monstrous room and entered the tiny chamber. He felt the wall rumble behind him. He felt the wall, it was stone solid again. The symbols were dim once more. Harry exited the 'X' door and shouted for Griphook. He couldn't understand how the goblin was supposed to hear him but five minutes later, the cart came to a halt in front of him.
"Remember Harry," Griphook began as the young wizard climbed in. "None but those descended from the elders are permitted to enter. The last person to enter this vault was your mother, Lily. Only she and her ancestors have entered this room. We are sworn to complete secrecy so no one in the entire world has knowledge that this room exists. Only I and my predecessors know who you really are and the book I showed you prevents us from even remembering it, let alone speak of it. Once you leave, I will forget the memory which is irretrievable by others. Only when you return shall I remember. Understand?" Harry nodded.
The two shot out of the chasm.
"Griphook, who owns the Potter family vault? You said before that I can't claim the money inside it until I am of age."
"Albus Dumbledore does. Were you not informed of the Potter Vault?" He looked surprised.
"No sir. My mother placed a dream charm on me when I was a baby. That's the only reason I have knowledge of this place. I wasn't informed of anything." Griphook's stare could kill. He muttered out,
"Dumbledore…broken…Gringotts…Law….?"
"Griphook, did I do something wrong?"
"No Harry, your innocent. Dumbledore however has broken the very Gringotts Law he signed when he took the role of the guardian of the Potter Vault. Then…" His stare became murderous. "Harry, have you ever taken money out of the Potter vault?" Harry was confused.
"No sir. Why do you ask? This is my first time being here."
"Dumbledore and the Dursleys have a deal. The muggles raise you as their own, they get paid five hundred pounds a month." Harry's jaw dropped.
"Five hundred pounds! They never took me as their own! They beat me up for every thing bad that happened to them!" Griphook's stare only worsened. They reached the lobby.
"We have taken out the equivalent of five hundred pounds every month. But every now and then we have had requests claimed to have been by you to take more out. Dumbledore must have used this extra money for his own use!" Harry was beyond shock and they stepped out of the cart.
"He is stealing from me! Griphook, I want to close both accounts right now!" The goblin nodded.
"Yes, thought you'd say that. I agree. Harry I must ask you to do me a favor."
"Yes?"
"Times will come when I will have to answer about the changes in your vault. I will need the memories to lie about them. So you will have no suspicion. You must place your hand upon the book we looked at earlier and state that you wish for me to keep my memories. Agreed?" They reached the book room.
"Agreed." He walked up to the book and placed his hand upon it. "I Harry James Potter allow Griphook the goblin to retain his memories regarding all matters within Vault 'X'. A soft white glow surrounded Griphook's head.
"Thank you Harry. I shall write a letter to Dumbledore stating that he has broken Gringotts law. I will not say anything about the events of today. I shall also cancel both his and the Dursley's funding."
"Thank you Griphook."
"Your welcome Harry. I must say, you are different."
"Different? How?"
"I am not sure how. But I know your different in some strange way." He nervously held out a hand. Harry smiled and shook it.
"Good day Griphook."
"Good day Mr. Harry Potter." Harry smiled and left the room. He refreshed his glamour charms, and felt the invisible phoenix Ardoris land back onto his shoulder.
"Hey Ardoris, where have you been?"
"Just left to do some flying round the block. Usual. Rodent's didn't know what hit em." Harry laughed. Ardoris smirked. "And now, time for some shopping!" he said.
Harry groaned as he exited the bronze doors. It was him and the Alley now.
A/N: Whew! Finally finished! Vault X is really seven vaults! Harry is the only true descendent of Merlin and Morgana! Voldemort wont know what hit him! Next chapter is going to be shopping! Hooray! Harry might even meet a certain redhead I kept mentioning in Lily's letter!
Looks like Dumbledore is in trouble!
With this chapter, the 20,000 words wall is down!
Challenges
1. What will be Harry's pet? It'll be next chapter guys! Hurry! Last chance to submit an idea for a pet for next chapter! Here is two more hints.
Hint2-Only one person in chapter five comments has guessed correctly.
Hint 3- Book Five
2. A. How will Harry and the redhead meet.
3. Which house will Harry be in?
A. Ravenclaw
B. Slytherin
Challenge 1 Comment. - Don't worry guys. All the pets will be in the story in one way or another.
Foreshadowing: Stone Manor…
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