Harry Potter sat on his bed in the Griffyndor dorms. It was only him and the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, in the dorm room. Harry was recovering from his outburst that had left the curtains around his bed in shreds. He was still processing everything that had happened including the loss of his godfather, Sirius Black.

"I truly am sorry my boy," said Albus, his words filled with despair. "I have failed you."

"You are not the reason Sirius is dead sir. That is on me," replied Harry as he looked down at the ground.

"It is not your fault Harry. Never think that. Voldemort is a cunning adversary and he knew how to lure you in. Your father and mother would have done the exact same thing, as would have Sirius. This evening has shown me that I need to ensure that you have all the tools and knowledge needed to not only defeat him, but to live your life after."

"I'm not sure what you mean professor."

"I know. For now, let's get you to Poppy and get you looked over and get something to help you sleep. I must say that I believe everyone involved on our side is going to need something for tonight."

The two walked out of the dorm and headed up to the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey was waiting for them. She did a quick scan of Harry, healed his minor wounds, and then gave him a draught that had him slip off into a dreamless sleep.

He awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast filling his nostrils. He put on his glasses and noticed a tray of bacon, toast, eggs, and sausages. He pulled the tray over to his lap and slowly ate as he tried to fight the depression that was filling him once again. He finished breakfast, took a long hot shower, and after getting dressed, he was met by Dumbledore again.

"Good morning Harry. I wanted to get started on what I talked about last night. It is time that I stop withholding any information to you. There is a lot to divulge and I do not want to unload it on you all at once. I thought we would start with a bit of history about your family."

"That would be nice sir."

"As you know, your mother was the first in her family to be born magical. Contrary to what anyone says, muggle born witches and wizards are not inferior to Purebloods. Ms. Granger is proof of that. Your mother, before she became pregnant with you, had obtained her Masteries in Charms and Transfiguration. She was actually the apprentice of Professor Flitwick for her Charms mastery. You seem to take after her much more than people realize. Your father was a gifted dueler and had his masteries in Transfguration and Defense, but he never wanted to take on your mother. She was more powerful than him and he knew it."

"So which one did I get my temper from?"

"Lily, most definitely. James was always more laid back. I know you may not like hearing this, but what Professor Snape has said about him is somewhat true. James and Sirius were bullies back in the school years. They were not as bad as some current students, but they had their moments. One of their favorite targets was Professor Snape."

"That is horrible, but that does not excuse how he treats me sir."

"No it does not and that is something that he and I will be having a long conversation about. I would also suggest that you and him have a sit down conversation. Go into it with an open mind and you will learn much from him."

"No promises sir. He seems to thrust his hatred of my father onto me."

"I may have a way to get him to reevaluate his image of you, but that will be for another time. Now let's look at your father's family. The Potter's have always been an influential family in our society as they are one of the Sacred Twenty Eight."

"What are the sacred twenty eight sir?"

"In the time of Merlin, there were twenty eight families that banded together and started the first Wizenagamot. Many of these families have since died off, but there are still some active to this day. The Potters, Longbottoms, Bones', Greengrass', and Blacks are still prevalent today. These house are considered Ancient and Most Noble and the heads of these houses are considered Lords and Ladies."

"What does that mean for me?"

"Well, throughout the year, I have been looking into a few things and with recent developments, I have some very interesting news for you. Since you were forced into a tournament that was meant for of age witches and wizards, magic has proclaimed you to be emancipated."
"Wait, that means…"

"You are no longer simply Harry Potter. We will need to get you to Gringotts to make everything official, but you for all intents and purposes are or will be Lord Harry James Potter of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter."

"I'm a Lord?"

"You will be soon, but there is more. I was named executor of Sirius' will and since he passed, the will appeared to me to review. It seems that he had taken his lordship shortly after you freed him. This means that he had the right to name an heir as long as they had a claim to the Black family name. You were his named heir."
"How? I'm not related to the Blacks."

"But you are my boy. Your grandfather was Fleamont Potter and your grandmother was Dorea Potter. Before she married into the Potter family, her surname was Black."

"So if I am emancipated and Sirius named me his heir, does that mean I am Lord Black too?"

"Yes. You will be Lord of two of the Ancient houses. This is not something that has happened that I can recall."

"Sir, this is a lot to process."

"I know Harry. This is why I did not want to tell you all of this. There is so much more that comes with those titles, and there is much more history that you need to know. You also need to learn how to act like a Lord."
"I refuse to become anything like Lucious Malfoy!"

"Malfoy is technically not a lord. At least not here in the United Kingdom. His family is from France and he came from a low noble house. They are a well connected family due to marrying into the Black family. I do believe that young Draco will be quite miserable when he learns that he will not be the next Lord Black."

Harry could not help but smile at the thought of seeing Draco's face when he learns that Harry is now Lord Black.

"Before we drop anymore information on you, I believe we need to get you to Gringotts to sort everything out. After that meeting, we can make further plans. As much as I would like to say that you should relax this summer, I feel it will be quite busy as you have much to learn and I want you to start training."

"I want to get better sir. I am willing to do whatever is necessary to end this."

"I know Harry. I know. For now, let us get ready to depart. The goblins do not like waiting."

Harry and Dumbledore took a quick trip via floo and arrived in the reception area of Gringotts. They were greeted by a goblin that Harry had met a few times before.

"Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter to meet with Lord Ragnarok."

"He is waiting for you in his office. Please follow me," said the goblin.

"How are you Griphook," asked Harry.

"You remember me?"

"I think you are the only goblin I have ever interacted with so yeah, I remember you."

"You are a curious one Mr. Potter. I am well, thank you."

They walked down the hall to a large set of double doors. Griphook knocked and then opened the doors.

"Lord Ragnarok, Misters Potter and Dumbledore are here for their meeting."

"Please come in and have a seat," said the older goblin as he sat at his desk. Harry and Albus sat in front of the desk. "So, I understand that we have much business to attend to today. Let us get started. First, as magic has deemed it to be true, you Harry Potter are now considered emancipated, which means that in the eyes of magic and the Ministry of Magic, you are of legal age. That means that you are eligible to take up your titles and full inheritances."

"That is why I am here sir," said Harry, trying to be respectful.

"Good. We must verify your lineage before we can move onto the Lord's rings." The goblin pulled out a finely crafted ornate dagger with jewels all over the hilt. "This is an enchanted dagger. We need a few drops of blood from you. Please cut your palm and then let seven drops fall into the bowl below. After the needed blood is obtained, your hand will heal itself."

Harry took the blade and sliced open his hand. He winced at the pain and dropped the required blood into the bowl. As soon as the seven drops were in, the bowl lit up in a bright red light. The cut on his hand healed up instantly. Harry watched as a quill that had been next to the bowl began writing on a piece of parchment on Ragnarok's desk. After a few minutes, the light from the bowl disappeared and the quill stopped writing. Ragnarok looked over the results and a few times, Harry caught the goblins eyes widening as he read.

"This is most curious," said Ragnarok.

"What does it say," asked Dumbledore.

"It seems that Mr. Potter is much more than he seems. We can confirm that he is both Lord Potter and Lord Black. I will have the rings brought up immediately."

"By your shocked look, I take it there is more," said Harry.

"Observant Lord Potter. Two more items have caught my attention. It appears that you have two other titles to your name. I am not sure what they mean exactly, but according to this, you are the Founder's champion and Head of the Dragon."

Dumbledore's mouth fell open. The usually proper and well mannered old wizard grabbed the parchment from Ragnarok's hands. "It can't be."

"You know what this means Albus," said Ragnarok.

"The Founder's Champion means that Harry has complete control over Hogwarts. This means that the board of governors no longer has any say in how the school is run. It also means that the Ministry cannot interfere at all. There has only been on champion before, and that was Merlin!"

"What," was all that Harry could get out. He stood shocked.

"And what is the Head of the Dragon?"
"Harry my boy, it seems that you and fate have become intertwined."

"What does that mean?"

"There was a prophecy made before I was born. This was made back in the time of Merlin. It talked about the one who would unite the worlds magics against a foe that could destroy magic itself."

"Another prophecy? Seriously?"

"I cannot be certain, but the title given to this person would be the Head of the Dragon. It looks like I will be doing much research this summer as well."

"That is most interesting, but time is money and we still have much to cover. As it has been confirmed, we must move onto the inheritances for Lord Potter-Black."

Over the next couple of hours, Harry became speechless as he found out how much money he had inherited as well as all the properties and heirlooms. It was almost too much to take in.

"I do believe that all that is left is the rings," said Dumbledore. During the breakdown of everything that Harry had gained, Griphook had come and dropped off two small boxes.

Ragnarok opened both boxes and presented the rings to Harry.

"By accepting these rings, you accept the titles of Lord Potter and Lord Black and all responsibilities that they entail."

Harry took the Potter ring and placed it on his right hand. The golden ring in the shape of a dragon formed around his finger, fitting snuggly. He felt a surge of energy run through his body as the ring took it's place on him. "Where do I wear the other one?"

"Just place it on the same finger. The two rings will form into one until you have an heir for each family and they take their rightful places and Lord Potter and Lord Black," said Ragnarok. Harry did as instructed and the white gold ring blended in with the other, forming two dragons that now held a dark red Ruby. He felt the same rush of energy again.

"Congratulations Lord Potter-Black. May your enemies quake at your presence."

"Um…Thanks? I'm sorry. Not sure how to respond to that."

"Most wizards do not. In the future, if a goblin ever greets you with a similar phrase, a simple response can be 'And may your coffers overflow.'"

"I shall remember that for next time Lord Ragnarok."

Harry and Dumbledore exited the office and walked out into Diagon alley.

"So what do we do now," asked Harry.

"Well Lord Potter-Black, now we get you home."