Hari Puther and the Fall of Lies
A/N: I've been working on this story for a very long time. There is a lot of story coming. Please leave me helpful reviews!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I only own my character and house she comes with.
CHAPTER 2
Harry woke up at the ungodly hour of 5 am. Growling at the unfortunate habit he had picked up within his "care" under the Dursley's, he thought over things for a few minutes. He recalled what had happened the night before, which unfortunately was merely three hours before. The strange conversation and meeting with the innkeeper disturbed his mind.
"A great wrong has been put upon you, young one. Promise me you will go to Gringotts in the morning, Heir-Lord. Please"
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Harry stood and headed to the bathroom to freshen up and plan out his day. Whilst under the ever-warm water, he put a plan together. First, to Gringotts. He didn't know how to get into his vaults without his key, but he figured the goblins would work with him. He hoped anyway. Then he decided to gather any supplies he thought he may need. Scrubbing his body fully, the very short list came together. Books on goblins and books on deeper magic for himself. He didn't know what might happen in the bank, so he left slots for anything to come later. As he dried himself off, he made another note. To get some new clothes.
Harry made his way downstairs once more and requested for Tom to show him how to enter Diagon Alley. The elderly wizard agreed and showed him a simpler way than the way Hagrid had originally showed Harry to open the wall. He thanked the wizard, and headed right for Gringotts at the look Tom gave him. Carefully striding, so as to not draw attention to himself, Harry hurried to the strange bank.
He held his breath, glad to see no one else waiting in a line. He strode up to the front desk and spoke in a low voice.
"Hello, sir. I am Harry Potter. I would like to speak to someone privately please. I do not have my key…" Harry trailed off, realising how stupid he sounded.
"If you consent to a scan of magic, we will assist you, young Lord" The gravelly voice of the goblin reached Harry's ears, and he looked up in surprise. "Follow me, Heir-Lord"
Harry cautiously followed the short creature down a long set of hallways. There were many twists and turns, letting Harry know that without the goblins, he would not be getting through the bank alone. After a few more minutes of walking, they finally stopped at a set of dark wood doors. The goblin gave a toothy smile, looking more like a threatening baring of teeth, and waved the young wizard into the room as the doors swung open. Harry couldn't help it as his mouth fell open, gaping at the ornate room he entered. Dark wood covered the walls, decorated with silver adornments, swirling around the corners of the room. Marble pillars stood around each corner of the desk in the centre of the large room. Behind the tabletop, another goblin sat. Somehow, this goblin looked even older than the one that brought Harry in.
"Welcome, young Heir," The gnarly goblin rasped. "I have been told that you are in need of assistance."
Harry nodded, bowing slightly to what seemed to be a very important individual.
"Yes, sir. I arrived from my relative's house yesterday with some wounds. I asked the innkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron for help, and he scanned me to see what needed help. He said that a great wrong has been put upon, me and I needed to come see you. I also have no access to my vaults as I am not in possession of my keys." Harry tried to keep his voice unwavering.
"Indeed?" The goblin stood and started towards the small child. "Simply looking at you tells me as much, but I will check you as well and see if we can help. I am Ragnok, Heir-Lord."
Harry felt his body shiver as he was told that the goblin could see something was wrong with him. He frowned as the thought came to his mind. Great so I'm a freak even in the Wizarding World….
"Fear not, child. We will solve whatever problems may arise here today." Ragnok attempted to soothe, having a respect for the child in front of him.
Harry nodded warily. Ragnok beckoned for Harry to come forth and conjured a chair. Harry sat and tried to prepare himself. Ragnok gave a similar smile to the one the other goblin gave Harry.
"Hold still, Heir-Lord. This will be quick." Ragnok ran his hand in front of Harry, testing the magic coming from the child. "Indeed, child. This innkeeper was correct. If you permit, we ask for three drops of blood from you, so we may see all of what is going on."
"Yes!" Harry gasped, worried for his health.
"Aye." The goblin conjured a blade and set it in front of Harry. A clearly special piece of parchment appeared on the table. Harry pricked his thumb and winced as his blood splattered on the parchment. Words started appearing as the blood absorbed. With each word, everyone's eyes widened, and eyebrows heightened.
GRINGOTTS REPORT
Name: Harrison (Hari) James Potter (Puther)
Age: 12 (July 31, 1980)
Sex: Male
Race: European
Species: Wizard
Blood Status: Half-blood
Core: Grey
Parents: Jameson Henry Potter Liliana Heather Potter (nee Evans)
Godparents: Sirius Edwin Black Narcissa Rhea Malfoy (nee Black) (unbound)
Inheritance: Dumerendall Grimoire, Cloak of Invisibility, Gregorovitch wand making, family magic(k)s (dormant)
Magic(k)s: Parsel, Polyglot, Astronomy, Dark Magic, Wandless, Wordless, Mental
Familiars: Hedwig (unbound)
Vaults: Potter (H), Puther (H), Black (H/M), Peverell (H), Slytherin (M/C), Dumerendall (M/G, partial)
MAGIC UPON PERSON
BLOCKAGES:
-mental fog (academic, clutterer) [Albus Dumbledore]
-magic restrictor [Albus Dumbledore]
-family magic(k)s bind [James Potter]
-DNA inhibitor [James Potter
SPELLS/HEXES/CURSES:
-loyalty (keyed) [Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley]
-mind fog enhancer [Albus Dumbledore]
-anger management inhibitor [Albus Dumbledore]
-impulsivity enhancer [Molly Weasley]
-Horcrux soul piece [Thomas Riddle Jr. (AKA LORD VOLDEMORT)]
-self-sacrificing enhancer [Molly Weasley]
CONTRACTS:
-Betrothal/Marriage to Ginevra Weasley
Harry felt tears spill from his eyes, as his entire world crumbled around him. He closed his eyes, mind reeling at the new information.
"Ahem. Heir Potter. As tragic as this may be, we need to remove these spells and such as quickly as possible before any more damage is done." Ragnok rasped out, his own eyes filled with unshed tears at the mistreatment of a magic child.
Harry breathed in slowly, evening out his heart beats. "Yes, sir."
Ragnok led Harry to another room. Much smaller but no less ornate, Harry laid upon the small altar in the middle of the space. Ragnok and the other goblin, spread their hands above Harry and began to chant. The rough language full of consonants filled the air. Tingling spread through Harry's body, and he cried out as foreign magic was forcefully ripped from his own magic. As quickly as it began, everything stopped.
"Well, Heir Potter, it appears as though we succeeded." Ragnok wiped sweat off his brow. He conjured a mirror in front of the wizard.
Harry gasped and fell backwards some, thankful he still sat. His usual emerald eyes were a few shades darker but seemed to be glowing almost. Said eyes scanned his new face. He traced his new sharp jawline and noted how more regal he looked. Formerly messy black hair now fell softly to his shoulders, flowing in flaming red waves. However, a few black streaks lined his hair as well. One singular white streak about an inch thick started from the spot on his scalp where the legendary scar also started. Speaking of the scar, it also changed. It looked like a real lightning strike creeping down his face. His skin darkened several shades, to a natural tan, making the scar very contrasting.
"May we update your report now, Heir?" Ragnok spoke softly, waiting for the wizard to pull together some more.
"…yes…" Harry said distantly.
A new parchment was brought forward, and more blood put upon it.
GRINGOTTS REPORT
Name: Harrison (Hari) James Potter (Puther)
Age: 12 (July 31, 1980)
Sex: Male
Race: European
Species: Wizard
Blood Status: Half-blood
Core: Grey
Parents: Jameson Henry Potter Liliana Heather Potter (nee Evans)
Godparents: Sirius Edwin Black Narcissa Rhea Malfoy (nee Black) (unbound)
Inheritance: Dumerendall Grimoire, Cloak of Invisibility, Gregorovitch wand making, family magic(k)s (dormant)
Magic(k)s: Parsel, Polyglot, Astronomy, Dark Magic, Wandless, Wordless, Mental
Familiars: Hedwig (unbound)
Vaults: Potter (H), Puther (H), Black (H/M), Peverell (H), Slytherin (M/C), Dumerendall (M/G, partial)
MAGIC UPON PERSON
SPELLS/HEXES/CURSES:
-Horcrux soul piece [Thomas Riddle Jr. (AKA LORD VOLDEMORT)]
CONTRACTS:
-Betrothal/Marriage to Ginevra Weasley
"Why is this 'horcrux' still on me?" Harry sighed.
"Unfortunately, this will take a much longer and taxing ritual to remove. But it can be done."
"Tomorrow. I also want this contract removed." Harry sobbed into his hands, mourning the loss of more family he thought he had.
"Very well, young Heir." Ragnok nodded and took one more drop of blood from Harry.
He dripped it onto a key, which glowed and shifted to a new size and shape.
"Here is your key. Is there anything else you wish from us today?"
"Can you cancel all other keys out there to my vaults if I am the sole owner, and get me the rest of the keys to all listed vaults? I would also like an expanded pouch to carry extra money with me if that is possible." Harry grasped the cool metal in his palm.
"Of course." Ragnok nodded and turned to his worker.
"As he said, please assist him with it. Thank you, Griphook."
The finally named goblin nodded and waved his hand for Harry to follow. "Come with me, Master Harrison."
Harry stopped for a moment, taken aback by the new title. He smiled softly though, rather liking Harrison instead. Stepping sounds echoed off the stone archways as Harrison followed his helper into the depths of the safest place in Britain.