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Chapter 4
-The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who've thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..-
'no change there.' Harry thought, maybe the old man was truthful?
-Power is the key, and knowledge is power.-
-Hero betrayed, returned in time, loyalties lie on either side.
-He shall choose alone-
-Betrayed by one, torn asunder by the other.-
-There is no black and white.-
-The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches..- (the last part was even whispery than before which might've been impossible, but it was Trelaway. Whom was he kidding?)
Well that certainly didn't compute with what Dumbledore had said.
'Then again an old man did make mistakes.' He thought sarcastically.
He really was starting to sound like Snape wasn't he?
He left the house and smashed the prophecy at the playground in some bushes and walked back to the Dursleys.
He started training in martial arts, which was going to be a drag, since his body was so underfed.
He had to start somewhere though, apparently it was good to start young in sports.
A month and one day later..
Vernon ordered Harry to get the mail, so he did, though when he saw his Hogwarts letter he pushed it through the vents of his cupboard so that no one would find it. Then he delivered the mail and did the dishes.
He went back to his cupboard and opened the letter.
It was the exact same one he got from Hagrid, big surprise..
Two days later he snuck out to London with the bus, and went to Gringott's.
When he entered he didn't show the awe of a normal muggleborn, which was a weird sight for most witches and wizards. Since his garb pretty much showed them he was muggleborn, and a poor one at that.
What was this filth doing in Gringott's? A respectable bank?
He stepped up to one of the tellers, (Griphook, he'd found him at the same one since the last time he'd gone with Hagrid.)
Harry started the conversation since the goblin was ignoring him.
"Ehem, hello? ... Hello!"
Confidence always worked with these vermin- no these 'perfectly respectable goblins.'
"Yeees, what is it?"
He sounded like he was having a bad day, or he was just being an asshole, which was more likely.
"Yes, I'd like to have a private room to discuss finances, I have a vault here."
"And your name?" Griphook snapped.
"The reason why I requested a private room."
Harry answered.
The goblin-no, Griphook, frowned at this and then slowly squinted his eyes.
"You think you can have free drinks, do you?"
Griphook declared.
"God, are you all complete idiots here?
No, I just asked for a private room to conduct business in, is it that hard, or should I contact Ragnok?"
This statement took the goblin aback, since only high-class people spoke to goblins that way and most people didn't know of Ragnok the manager of the bank.
"Yes of course sir, just a moment."
He spoke in Gobbledegook to one of the employees (another goblin) and then turned back to Harry.
"He will escort you to a room and then you can request for your account manager."
Harry thanked him brusquely and turned on his heel to follow the goblin.
They stopped in front of a door with Private room 3 written on it.
He requested for Rilgore, his account manager.
Rilgore entered 5 minutes later with a frown on his face because of Harry's attire.
"Hello, my name is Harry James Potter, the heir to the Potter family.
I would like to conduct business with you."
The goblin looked shocked out of his green skin.
"Ehem, yes, well that is a surprise."
The goblin said.
"Well, yes, now let's get down to the matter at hand."
"Please continue." The goblin answered
"I would like to know the current balance of my account."
The goblin got the file, which was rather dusty, and started to sum up the total.
"Well, the Potter family left you with approximately 5.000.000 gallons.
Your mother left you with 8.000.000 gallons and when your godfather dies and you are the legal age of 17 you will acquire the Black family estate as well."
"Wait, a second, my mother?"
"Yes, she was adopted into a muggle family, which would be an outrage if the press ever got their hands on this information. Which is why it has been kept secret all these years. She got the Gaunt Estate from her mother's side and the Machiavelli Estate from her father's side.
She's one of the heirs of Slytherin but your uncle, (her twin) got it since he is the eldest heir of Slytherin and male.
She only got the Gaunt Estate because her mother willed it so.
The Gryffindor Estate is still pending on whom will claim it."
Harry thanked the goblin and asked to be escorted to his trust-vault, which only held 50.000 gallons, and that was enough as it was.
He took about 2.000 gallons with him in a pouch.
Harry then headed out to Diagon alley.
His first stop was the trunk shop for an expanded trunk.
He got an ebony one gilded in silver with 6 compartments (according to the 6 gilded locks).
He blood bonded with it, shrunk it with a word and wandered to Madam Malkin's.
The shop assistant, a bubbly girl asked him if he needed any help and he told her he did.
He got a whole new wardrobe by the time he exited, which was good, but it took way too long in his opinion.
He got 6 everyday robes, 3 school-robes, 3 pairs of dragonhide boots. All sorts of things he didn't have before.
He then headed for the apothecary where he got his scales and a basic-potions kit.
He then hummed his way to Flourish and Blott's and got books he needed for his first year and Seventh year books, and some that weren't on any list but would come in handy. By the time he got to the wand shop, his trunk was ΒΌ full.
He entered the dusty shop and wasn't shocked this time when Ollivander popped out of nowhere.
"Funny, usually children always jump when I do that." He mumbled under his breath.
"Pity."
"Hello, I'm here to buy a wand."
Ollivander raised his eyebrows at this.
"One usually does come here to get one's wand Harry Potter."
After his speech on what wand his parents had, Ollivander started handing him tons of wands.
After what felt like the 100th wand Ollivander finally handed him his.
"Ah, yes, yes that is the one. Curious, curious.
Hmm, well it does kind of make sense.."
Harry knew he had to keep the time-line the same and ask the question again, so he did.
"Excuse me sir, but what's so curious?"
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tailfeather resides in your wand gave another... just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand... when its brother.., why its brother gave you that scar."
Ollvander said in his mysterious way.
"And who owned that wand?" Harry asked
"We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great."
Harry already knew who Voldemort was of course, but he had to ask in case Dumbledore meddled in this.
Harry exited the shop and remembered he hadn't picked up Hedwig yet.
He was just getting into the store when he saw a boy reaching for Hedwig's cage.
He ran up to him and asked the boy if he could have her since he'd been wanting her since his birthday.(a little white lie)
But the boy declined and grabbed the cage anyway.
The mother of the boy on the other hand, grabbed the cage out of his hands and gave it to Harry.
"Jimmy isn't even allowed at Hogwarts yet dear, I'm sure he won't mind if you had this lovely bird."
She gave a stern look at the boy like she was reprimanding him for being so rude and they left the store.
Harry sighed in relief.
He was just heading for the cash register when he heard a hissing sound.
"Nobody likessss uss Ssylviusss."
"Well it iss to be exxssspected, we are a dangerousss specciesss."
Sylvius responded to the first.
"How many times do I have to tell you to sshut up, you idiotssss"
A third voice responded.
Harry thought this one was being a little bossy.
He noticed he was blocking the way to the cash-register listening to the snakes so he moved towards the snakes.
"Ooh look the young whippersssnapper hass come to graccce usss with hisss presence."
The bossy snake hissed.
"Well of courssse, but that wassn't a very nicce
thing to ssay now wasss it?"
Harry hissed back, making the snakes let out shocked hisses.
"A ssspeaker! What a sssurprisse."
"And your name is?"
Harry asked the bossy snake.
"I am Ssylasss your grace, I am a cousin of the Bassilissk, from Assia."
Harry thought this quite impressive but knew that if you looked into it's eyes you wouldn't die because of all it's eyelids.
"If I adopt you, you will have to make ssure that you never open up your eyelidsss without my expresss permisssion."
"Yesss master."
Sylas answered.
"Good."
Harry said. He didn't mind having the snake calling him master actually, he rather enjoyed it.
Harry bought Sylas and Hedwig and headed back home after ordering Sylas to hide beneath his clothes and telling Hedwig to fly to Hogwarts to await him there.
He then snuck into the house with his shrunken trunk and Sylas, then he hid in his cupboard and wrote his acceptance to Hogwarts.
Dear Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall,
I would like to inform you that I accept your invitation to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft & Wizardry. I shall be there on September first.
Sincerely,
Harry James Potter
TBC
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