AN: I sincerely apologise for the late uploading. How long has it been? 2 months? I promise it won't happen again… at least once a week I shall upload. But please do review. I do so love reviews…
By the way, I am writing this for the enjoyment of myself and perhaps others. If you do not like the way this story is going, or you don't like the power of Harry, tough. There are thousands of other Harry Potter stories which have Harry the power of a squib out there. This is in fact AU and perhaps OOC and Powerful Harry. Deal with it, or get screwed. Also, this is set in the 1990's but has stuff from present.
DEEP, DEEP, DEEP INTO THE GRINGOTTS WIZARDRY BANK; HELGA'S VAULT
'And onwards,' he thought excitedly. Humming skilfully, he continued.
'Ah, I thought I heard that badger of Helga's projecting. So, heir. You have returned. Oh! And not only heir to my mistress or Helga – but too many more! I think you know what to do.'
Harry looked at the strange eagle, whose wings were majestically large. He once again lowered his Basilisk wall, and left his mind open to siege. He felt a presence saunter through. Instinct was fighting to be freed, but he remained calm.
He felt his cinema be viewed again, and his memories being relieved by someone in the short time of about two minutes. She watched his childhood – his classes – his capacity to learn. She viewed his thirst for knowledge at Primary before his god-forsaken family teared his learning down. She watched his stupid friend (Ron) holding him back. Watched him allow him to be ridiculed and embarrassed by his so called 'Gryffindor family' when he was supposedly accused for releasing a monster out of the chamber of secrets just because he had been speaking parseltongue. She grumbled in disgust at his previous naivety.
"I am impressed at your striving of knowledge in your childhood. But the child your… relatives have made thy and the child thou was originally are as different as day and night. Heed my words, Harry," Harry noticed that was the first time it had not referred to him as 'Heir', "nothing good will come out of thy hindrances. I am but a memory of Rowena, but we are both of the same intellect and experience. And I am sure she would agree that your lack of knowledge will surely hinder your adventures and destiny. But I have faith, my heir. I have faith that you will continue Rowena's quest for knowledge and wisdom, not forgetting power. That is why I approve of you. Continue, Heir. Continue to Salazar's snake, and do not forget the wisdom I have shared with thee!"
Harry inclined his head, understanding albeit confused.
"Thank you for your knowledge and tips. I shall not forget you. I shall visit this vault later."
SALZAARS VAULT
Harry pondered on the raven's words as Goldkeep and he padded slowly to the next vault. He remembered he often went to the library as sanctuary from Dudley before his 'beloved' aunt found out and ceased his outings, afraid that Harry will make people laugh and sneer at them. And if Petunia hated one thing more than Harry, it was people sneering and laughing at her.
A huge basilisk, which tail seemed to go on forever into the door, smaller and smaller, stared at him.
"After long centuries', a true heir has come." It said, as if in shock, "Not by magic, or marriage. But by blood! Oh! And he is not heir only to Slytherin, but many more. But alas, I am not here to bore candidates of lordship to Salazar with my ramblings. Lower your shields, boy. I am to judge you."
Harry complied, and felt the now usual feel of an experienced Legilimens master probe his mind. He opened his cinema to the protector of the vault of Slytherin. It viewed his cunning escaping of Dudley; it viewed his sly successful attempts of convincing Vernon to let him eat his dinner. The snake smirked in diabolical glee as he realized this young boy was the very replica of a perfect Heir to the noble house of Slytherin.
"I have decided… that you are deserving of the Slytherin fortunes and knowledge that is embedded in this very vault. Use it wisely, young Harry. Do not become naïve, and do not fear the people and the animals that should not be feared by a great, upstanding gentleman like you. I trust you shall continue the line of Slytherin, for it has been dormant for many a time and we would not want it to remain like that once again… that would be… very frustrating for me."
Harry laughed as he agreed completely with the basilisk. He began to walk, but stopped as he felt a strong force willing him into the vault. Curiosity ruling his inner survival instincts, and thinking nothing bad could possibly happen to him in his own vault, he placed his hand onto the door, and pushed hard. He strolled in cautiously, magic at the ready. Inside was a dark, bleak corridor, with many doors. He walking into the door with the force, and abruptly stopped as he saw 3 eggs and 3 cocoons like webs. All with an amazing picture painted on them. Rendered shocked, he missed the cracks in all of them and a low cry sound throughout the room. By the second cry, he was alerted. All of the spider webs and eggs had cracks in them by now, and the room was filled by squawks, hisses, woofs, more woofs and heart breaking 'miaows'.
They all made their way to him, and simply… walked into his body.
"Hah!" One said, "this body feels… comfortable!" The others agreed over the top of each other.
"I am Terra, the phoenix. The sleek black dragon is called Ignis, the oversized annoying dog on your right arm is called Canem, and the wolf that seems to like the shadows and fire and is tattooed on your stomach is called Lupum. The again, oversized snake is called Morsu – he is placed on your higher neck and arms, finally the cute magical cat which is placed on your lower back is called Lentes."
The introduction by Terra was met with agreeing and indignant voices in his head.
"Whoa guys, nice to meet you, I guess. But… why are you tattooed onto me may I ask?"
The dragon called Ignis answered this time, "We are your familiars. You protect us, we protect you, you care for us, and we care for you." Ignis said simply. "From my side, it is nice to meet you, Harry."
"Thanks Ignis. I guess it's useful that you can tattoo yourself onto me and speak into my mind," he said, "but you can come out at will, right?" Canem hummed in agreement.
"Also, we each represent different attributes, and we each shall add our attributes to ours when you need it. I, for example, signify Courage and friendship. Terra signifies raw magic, Ignis signifies Strength and power, Lupum signifies fierceness and ambitiousness, and Morsu signifies cunning suspicion, and then finally, Lentes represents intelligence and innocence."
"You do not know how honoured I am to be your friend and to know such… wonderful creatures!" he whispered, "but I have to go to the next vault. Three more till I can get some stuff from places."
"Then continue," said Lentes, "and know that we shall be advising you and helping you always."
Harry smiled in agreement. "Likewise."
GODRIC'S VAULT
By now, Harry was fully prepared, and knew not to be shocked at whatever creature is guarding the door leading to his new vault.
"Hmm! Hello there, young Heir!" The griffin bellowed loudly.
"Good afternoon." Harry replied.
"Well I'm sure you're feeling uncomfortable by lowering your shields so much in just one day, but I'm afraid it's needed." The griffin said loudly, a hint of regret creeping into his tone.
"It's perfectly okay." He lowered his shields, wanting to save the Griffin the trouble of asking.
The griffin slowly made his way into his cinema, admiring his beautiful small city. He opened the doors so the griffin wouldn't have to worry about the defences.
It watched his bravery as he fought the troll. It watched his standing up to Dudley, and admired his courage as he charged at the Basilisk.
The guard chuckled at first, then laughed full out, "You... You're either stupid," he wheezed as he coughed after laughing so hard, "or you're amazingly courageous. And as you're the heir to Rowena, I doubt it's the former. Yes, I approve of you. Who in goddamns name wouldn't?"
"Thanks, I guess?" Harry said as he stared weirdly at the protector. "I'm going to continue now. I'll come back to see you later." Harry didn't feel any forces of attraction pulling him into that vault, so he continued.
"Well, that was interesting!" Morsu and Lupum said simultaneously. They all agreed apart from Ignis.
"The griffin was insane. What's interesting about that?" They all just grumbled at his glumness whereas Harry just laughed.
"Yeah, the griffin was mad though. What's so funny about me fighting a basilisk?"
They all chuckled. "You are pretty mad though. Fighting a basilisk like that without us or no knowledge you got from Emrys."
He was about to reply, but a voice interrupted.
PEVERELL VAULT
"If you've finished," a patronizing but knowledge filled voice said, "Can you please come closer, Heir?"
As Harry approached the door, he noticed that an owl said all this.
"Good, you're not blind." It snapped, "Of course I'm an owl! What do you think I was one of those pathetically stupid mice? Anyway, you're broadcasting your thoughts! You may have those basilisk walls in place (yes, I sent a probe – you're rusty!) but their no use if you're broadcasting your emotions and current thoughts. Not a good first impression let me tell you!"
Harry snorted as Ignis said something in his mind, "This owl's not half sarcastic, is he?"
He quietly replied, "This is how you're like!"
Ignis shook its scaly head in defiance, "No way am I like that. I'm not sarcastic, I'm blunt. There's a difference."
"Suppose so, but that's how it feels like with you." Harry silently smirked as he heard Ignis say 'I give up'.
"Lower you're shields boy; I tire of playing around with you." Harry did as he asked.
The owl looked for moments of sarcasm, of power. And power he found. Moments of immense accidental magic – of apperating, of summoning, of mass healing from the wounds Vernon had shared.
He was impressed. And this was just the accidental magic – he felt the power that Harry could harness, and knew that he was worthy of the name Peverell, and all its vaults had too offer.
"This is… acceptable. But you shall continue your search for power, whether it is round the corner or whether it is round the world. You shall bring honour to the name Peverell. Do you understand me?"
Harry knew the owl was serious, and gave it the answer it wanted to know. "Yes, of course."
"Good. There is something inside this vault. You shall take it, and wield all three items and rule as the rightful Master of Death. I shall remain here, whenever you need further encouragement or power. Good luck."
Harry nodded, and entered the vault. It, unlike the Slytherin vault, has one room. And it was, very, very large. It was fall of gold and sickles. In the middle lay three items on a large table. On it, lay the Invisibility Cloak, which was probably summoned from The Dursley household. Also, the stone of Resurrection and the Elder wand (Deathstick)
He trekked up the gold, and leaned forward to reach for the three items. Once he had them in his grasp, he turned away, and walked out of the Peverell vault.