HOGWARTS; HEADMASTERS OFFICE
A bespectacled, kindly looking man popped a lemon drop into his mouth. He was very pleased. Harry had taken care of the basilisk, just as he had thought he would. Unknown to anybody else, he knew Ginny was getting possessed as Tom Riddle. He knew of the basilisk, obviously. What other creature could petrify with a gaze?
It was a perfect plot, send Fawkes, his phoenix to send Gryffindor's sword down to the chamber, and help Mr. Potter by tearing out the basilisk's eyes.
It was part of the plan, you see, to see if Harry was any good with a sword, and see how he could cope in the face of danger. Albus Dumbledore needed a successor, and heir, if you like – someone to carry on the Dumbledore name. He was old. 122 years of age. He only had, roughly, 5-7 years before death found him. The Wizarding world could not survive without a leader.
Tom Riddle is soon going to return fully. And he feared he could not face him and win, like he could 12 years ago. Harry was perfect, easy to mould, because of all those years with the Dursley's. He had been neglected, but Albus was sure that his family wouldn't lay a finger on him. They were relatives.
Suddenly, a purple light filled his room, the source coming from one of his finest trinkets to keep tabs on young Mr. Potter. It indicated that magic was being performed. But since it never glowed green, it assured him that a wand was not being used, and the ill-intent wards had not been tripped. It was probably accidental magic. He'd be fine.
Albus sighed in content – it was a good year.
PRIVET DRIVE
Harry awoke an hour later, with Dudley's piggy eyes staring at him.
"Dad! Freak's awake!"
Oh. Harry forgot about the Dursley's. He needed to ditch them and go to Grintots Bank to claim Morgana and Merlin's vaults. While in his sleep, he had come to grips with the fact that he was their heir. Proficient Occulemens could be conscious in their mind while asleep.
But first, he needed to get rid of these stupid charms that prohibited him from using his wand and him using wandless magic. A spell immediately found its way to the front of his mind. Useful. Didn't even need to search. He was about to bring his wand from his trunk, when he noticed Dudley was still looking at him.
"What can I do for you Duddo?" he asked mockingly.
Dudley noticed his confidence immediately. Freak had always been shy and freakish, and shivered unconsciously from the thought of Harry getting revenge using magic. He screamed and ran from the room.
Harry took one look at the door, and smirked slightly. He took his wand out of his trunk and repeated the following words;
"Ya fee sinwand." His wand glowed in a blue light. He looked down and noticed his body glowing in the same light. The charms must be placed on all children right after birth.
He reached for his glasses, before realising he could see perfectly. He put them on, just in case, bus found out that they were blurry. Very blurry. He had no use for them, so he snapped them and threw them out of the window.
He smiled and walked down the stairs to confront his 'loveable' relatives.
"You never prepared are breakfast boy." Vernon said, as he raised his hand, to slap him. He suddenly found he couldn't move it. He then noticed the freak had his 'wand' in hand.
"I'm going to leave this house, and hopefully never come back. You can make your own food Vernon. I won't be touched again. You, shall take me to the Leaky Cauldron, in your car, or," Harry spoke, as he waved his wand, causing Dudley to fly into the cupboard under the stairs, and all the locks to turn, "Dudley shall never come out." Harry was lying. He obviously was going to let Dudley out. He wasn't evil. It was just a bargaining chip.
Vernon shook with visible rage, but accepted.
"But before we go, I'd like you to write this on a piece of paper, and I'll be out of your hair forever." He took out a piece of parchment from his trunk, and Vernon immediately took it, wanting the freak out as soon as possible. He wrote the following words;
'I, Vernon Dursley, give permission for my nephew and ward, Harry James Potter to be allowed to implement Law 305. No tricks or fooling has occurred.'
Harry very nearly snorted when he wrote ward though. He's been treated like a slave not a ward. They exited the door, once Harry pocketed the paper.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was dropped off at the opening to The Leaky Cauldron by his uncle, who sped off as soon as he got out of the car.
Harry sighed at the unkindness of his uncle, and entered the inn. It was lucky he never brought his trunk, and left it with the Dursley's just to spite them. He didn't need all his books. He had money to buy newer, better books. Harry took one look at his clothes, and decided that he was going to buy new clothes, books, and much more. He was actually going to use his money now.
Harry suddenly realised that if the Dursley's were his guardians, then they should have full access to his vault. A memory floated to the front of his mind. He quickly read it and smiled with triumph. It read that you can claim you vault and titles if you had the magical capacity. But no-one has had the magical capacity of 17 while his age since Godric Gryffindor. Luckily, he somehow knew he had the magical capacity of some far above 17.
Harry made his way to Grintots and entered the doors to the lobby. It looked far less packed since the last time he came, which was last year. But that was probably because so many needed money to buy their school things.
He walked up to the head desk and addressed the goblin.
"Greetings, sir. I'm so sorry for disturbing you, but can I please apply for an Inheritance Test?"
The goblin, never looked up, thinking it was some young pureblood trying to talk them into giving him free money.
"Name?" The goblin deadpanned.
"Harry Potter. What's yours?"
The goblin finally looked up. You could easily see surprised etched into it's high cheekbones.
"Goldkeep. Are you aware, that it costs 10 galleons, Mr. Potter?" Goldkeep said.
"No. But it shall be no problem."
"Very well. Follow me." Goldkeep showed Harry out of the hall and into the hallway. Once they reached his office, the goblin took out a piece of parchment out of his drawer and placed it onto the table. They both sat down and Goldkeep asked Harry if he could lift his hand, so he could cut his skin so blood can fall onto the parchment. Harry complied, and suddenly, the enlarged greatly.
Goldkeep motioned to the parchment, while keeping his neutral façade in place. But his eyes betrayed him. Surprise was the most evident.
Harry James Potter
Age: 12
Magical age: 57 [And growing] – Extremely powerful
Heir to (by blood):
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black (First Heir) – Lord of Black: Sirius Orion Black
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Emrys (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Le Fey (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Pendragon (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Gryffindor (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Hufflepuff (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Slytherin (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Ravenclaw (First Heir)
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Peverell (First Heir)
The Supreme Vampire Clan of Drammen (First Heir)
The Purest Home of Elfish (First Heir) Queen of Elfish: Kirara
*Note, Houses marked by are descended from you father, and houses marked by are from your mother's bloodline.
*All houses with (First Heir)'s. without a lord, lady or queen, is yours to claim.
Heir to (by law):
The Noblest House of Dumbledore (First Heir) – Lord of Black: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Assets:
(Cannot list – maximum spaced used. Contact a goblin for your Assests.)
Liquid Assets:
(Cannot list – maximum space used. Contact a goblin for your Liquid Assets.)
Books:
(Cannot list – maximum space used. Contact a goblin for your Books.)
Important Valuables:
Morgana's Ring
Morgana's Wand
Merlin's Perfected Philosophers Stone
Merlin's Cloak
Merlin's Staff
Excalibur
Arthurs Crown
Elder Wand
Resurrection Stone
Invisibility Cloak
Gryffindor's Sword
Gryffindor's Hat (Sorting Hat)
Hufflepuff's Cup
Slytherin's Locket
Ravenclaw's Diadem
Businesses yours by conquest or blood:
The British Ministry of Magic (75% yours from Emrys' founding; 4900 galleons a month is placed into the Emrys vault)
Merlin and Morgana's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (89% yours from Emrys' and Le fey founding. Hundreds of muggleborns attend this school without the ministry finding out. Current Headmaster; Albert Grindelwald; 200 galleons every five months placed in the Le fey vault. Merlin Emrys arranged for only 200 galleons to be dispatched to Morgana's vault ever five months and none to him. The castle is sentiment. Ask Goblin for more details.)
The French Ministry of Magic (72% yours from Le Fey founding'; 4200 galleons a month is placed into the Le Fey vault)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (100% yours from Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, founding. 1000 galleons every year is placed into the vault of each of them. Wards are under your control, the castle is sentiment. Current Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore.)
Madam Malkin's (25% yours from Potters funding; 10 galleons a day is placed into the Potter vault)
Flourish and Botts (72% yours from Ravenclaw's funding; 2000 galleons yours a month)
Knockturn Alley (Every item sold in Knockturn Alley is given to you for free; so only 200 galleons a week is placed into the Slytherin Vault)
Magical Talents:
Magic Thievery [Ask your goblin for details]
Parselmouth
High Power Metamorpamagus
High Power Water Elemental
High Power Fire Elemental
High Power Earth Elemental
High Power Wind Elemental
High Power Shadow Elemental
Extremely Rare High Power Time Elemental
High Power Healing
High Power Wandless Magic
High Power Staff magic
High Power Non Verbal Magic
Enhanced Speed
Perfect sight
Mage sight
Enhanced hearing
Enhanced smell
Enhanced touch
Mage Duelling
Prodigy Occulemens
Prodigy Legilimens
Potions Prodigy
Arthimancy Prodigy
Runes Prodigy
Charms Prodigy
Harry looked at it for a long time. He was shocked. He knew he was the heir to Emrys and Le Fey, but the others? And Elves? Vampires? He was the heir to a queen? Did he have immortality or something? And heir to Pendragon? Wasn't that the story about Arthur Pendragon?
And what the hell about the philosophers stone? Was that the first version of Nicholas Flamel's stone? A memory once again made his way to the front of his head.
"Hmm, Morgana!" shouted the younger version of the old man that he had met in his dreams.
An middle-aged beautiful woman made her way to him. "What Merlin," She asked irritably, before she looked down at the flaming red stone her brother was holding, "Goodness gracious. You've done it! But how… You're an idiot. If I can't achieve immortality, you sure can't."
Merlin sighed. "Have you no faith, little sister? And yes, I DID achieve it."
"We're twins, you nitwit." She said before she realised what he just said. "You mean… you mean you can't die now… if I die, you live,"
Merlin took one look at his sister before bursting out laughing. "You think," he said in-between gasps of mirth, "that I would leave you? I may look heartless, strong and unemotional, but really," he looked her straight in the eye with a slight smile on his face; "You're my twin. I wouldn't leave you – in fact, I'd die without you. So we're both going to take the elixir of life. We only have to take it again every hundred years. We both have lots to do before we die…"
"Mr. Potter?" asked Goldkeep cautiously. The boy was still staring at the paper. If he was that shocked, it must've been good. He was luckily able to hide the greed in his eye. He was a goblin. It was in his nature.
Once he said that, Harry immediately snapped his head to look towards him. "Mr. Goldkeep, it says speak to your goblin to find out your Liquid Assets. May I…?" He said, not needing to finish the sentence.
"But of course." The goblin took out pieces of paper and wrote on them with a quill. Harry assumed he wrote his full name.
Goldkeep's eyes quickly widened. Harry assumed the amount was substantial
"You, Mr. Potter Black Le Fey Emrys Pendragon Gryffindor Hufflepuff Slytherin Ravenclaw Drammen Elfish," he read, "Own approximately half of the money in the whole of the Wizarding world, and is easily the richest man in the whole world. You could buy Britain ten times over without making a dent in your account." He suddenly turned blue, "I can't really read the amount of money. It had… 30 zeroes."
Oh. Harry assumed him turning blue was a goblin equivalent of a blush. He then remembered the about the Elder wand, Resurrection stone, and Invisibility cloak.
"Er, and," the goblin said, "some of your valuables are missing from the vault, so our goblin mages shall perform some magic to retrieve them. I can assure you, the people who stole it will be in for a surprise."
Harry saw the smirk and suddenly felt sorry for the people who had taken his things.
HOGWARTS; HEADMASTERS OFFICE
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, sucking lemon drops and reviewing students OWL and NEWT results before he had the shock of his life. He and everything in his office was lifted into the air, and a green light shone brightly. He took out his wand, preparing to try and undo this probable prank, when it suddenly disappeared.
Then he started worrying. It was the damn Elder wand. If it was in any other hands besides himself and anyone pure of heart, it would compel them to kill. He looked to his left and right, when he noticed the sword of Gryffindor was gone. He moved in the air desperately, trying to get to the invisibility cloak before that was gone too. Albus didn't yet know that it was a hallow, but it was still valuable, and if the goblins found out, they would have his body on a platter.
GOLDKEEP'S OFFICE
"Mr. Potter, your signet rings," he said, as he took out a large black box. "They are charmed to be used as a portkey to your apartments, castles, and palaces. Just say out their name. This piece of parchment," he held out a piece of paper, "lists all your assets."
"Very good sir, but I'd like to implement 'Law 305, page 250, section b' – 'if a child under 17 and over 12, heir to more than one noble and ancient house without any parents wishes to take control of his houses, vaults, and everything else, they have to get permission from their guardian. If they did give their permission, the child is legally an adult, but must continue their magical training. So Mote Be.' I have a paper written on by my uncle and guardian. I swear on my magic this was not forged." A golden string of light came out of his nose and swirled around before entering back into his nose. He took out the paper and gave it to Goldkeep.
Once he read it, he finally spoke. "Very well, but if you are to be the lord of a very ancient family, the Founders, Emrys, Le Fey, Elfish, Drammen, you have to visit their vaults and meet their guardians."
Harry nodded in acceptance. They made their way out of the office door and into the small carriage. Goldkeep turned the dial, and they zoomed through to the first vault, Harry whooping all the way.
"I haven't actually been past vault 200! And no-ones had been past the first 20 in a thousand years! So I'm honoured that I'm the first to do so!" He shouted past the wind. As the carriage came to a stop, after 20 minutes of whooping and shouting, Harry looked at the vault number 8. Vault Hufflepuff.
He walked to the vault door and saw a giant badger painted on the door, bearing it's fangs menacingly.
It suddenly stopped, and took a deep breath in. 'Heir? You have come! Will you take the lords duty, my champion?' The badger said into Harry's mind. Somehow Harry knew that it did not come through his mind defences, but were speaking through them.
"Yes. I will take on the name of the noble and ancient house of my ancestor. What do I have to do?"
'It is relatively simple. Lower your defences. I will not tell your secrets, and I need to see if you are loyal.' So Harry did, and he felt a gentle touch to his mind. When the badger noticed the walls weren't their, she entered. Harry led her to the cinema room. He/she viewed his memories, and once she reached the time with him versing Voldemort in the first year. She immediately pulled out of his mind.
'You have little more than a decade, yet you have lived for three hundred years. Did you know there is a mind of another in your head, my champion? But never mind, I sense its motives are loyal and kind. My champion, you are loyal and hard-working to a fault. But please, stay away from Ronald Weasly, Molly Weasly, and Ginivera Weasly. I can sense loyalty and hatred, and they do not show any loyalty or friendship. Only hatred for your money. I sense Ginivera will use a love potion soon. Please, check your food for poisons, or any other potions.'
"Thank you for your warning. I shall come back soon."