6/9/2015: Edit by dianemalfoy... RL has been a bit hectic so I have just now had time to post her corrections.
AN: I own not Harry Potter, nor any of those how servith under his banner.
Also totally sto... borrowed the name and partial description of vibranium from Marvel. (that's what Captain America's shield is made of.) Mithril is from Tolkien. As for crossing over I think Mithril and Adamantium may be the same thing. Both shiny, silver and unbreakable. But if you call Wolverine's claws beautiful he may just kill you.
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They stopped the cart at vault 31. It was several floors up and farther away, but this deep in the pitch black, Harry had lost all sense of direction. This vault was guarded by a pair of Minotaurs.
"Hello." Harry said with a small wave getting out of the cart.
The 2 blinked back, then one spoke in a deep baritone. "Hello?"
Harry smiled again. "Thank you for guarding my vault. My names Harry. Well Harricius John Potter-Perciville. But that's a mouth full." He held out his hand to the one that spoke.
The Minotaur looked at the boy, then the hand, then Griphook. The goblin just shrugged. He had no clue about the boy. "Thelose and this is Vanor." He said clasping Harry's arm. Harry paused for a moment before returning the gesture.
"Nice to meet you." This vault was like the other so Harry opened it without instruction. "See you all in a bit." He waved walking into the vault.
"He is one strange human." Thelose said.
"Tell me about it." Griphook replied. "You have just scratched the surface." He got in the cart and left.
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Ragnarok's office
"What is the meaning of this?" Ragnarok asked when Griphook asked for an audience.
"My Lord. I escorted Harry down to his vaults and now there is a bit of an issue that you need to know about." He said bowing low.
"What kind of issue does the goblin friend have?" He liked this Harry but was still suspicious the boy was raised human. He had never met one that wasn't traitorous.
"He had questions and invited me into his vault." Ragnarok's eyebrow raised. "I was not prepared for what I saw."
"Well what was it? What was so important?"
"True Silver. He had crates of raw ore, some pieces big as my head."
"And what of it? We knew the boy was outrageously wealthy."
"He didn't understand the value so I explained. I told him how the peoples of the underground would give most anything to work with it."
"And? An ignorant human is nothing new. Even if he is an ally."
"I know my lord. It was his response that is important."
"Well?" He was growing impatient.
"He said and I quote: 'working with these would make the goblins and others happy?' I nodded 'Well go ahead.' he said 'Any of these metals and gems can be used for whatever. But goblins get priority because we are friends. I get the completed item, its value in galleons or an item of comparable value.'"
"Do you speak truth?" Ragnarok asked disbelieving. That a human would share. Give to the community, just to make them happy. It was a common thing for a goblin but he knew it was a foreign concept to a human.
"Yes sir. I confirmed it with him then left him at another vault while I came here."
"Go fetch him, we must discuss this." Griphook quickly left to do as he was told.
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Harry was quickly bored of the vault. It was just overflow. Furnishings and non-magical art. But most of it was arms and armor, cheaper looking pieces than the ones in vault 7. There were some tapestries and a few family trees, but none were self-updating and the most recent stopped with Alexander Potter who died in 1967. The tapestries mostly depicted battles or heroic events. They were neat but didn't hold his interest for long. So he went out to wait with the guards.
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By the time Griphook returned, Harry was listening enraptured to a tale from one of the guards. 'Forget the goblin nation, this boy is going to rule the world. He's not eloquent, a great orator or even charismatic, He's just plain, humble and grounded. And with his simple equality he's winning allies left and right it seems.' Griphook thought as he waited for the tale to end. It was very rude to interrupt a tale unless direly important.
"Harry, Ragnarok is waiting."
Harry nodded. "Bye Thelose, Vanor. Thanks for the story. I'll write you guys sometime and we can share more stories."
"That is acceptable Harricius." Thelose replied with his fist over his heart in salute. Harry copied him smiling.
Harry and the goblin king spent over an hour discussing the particulars of the Nation using the raw materials in his vault. When it was said and done, both parties were happy. Any craftsmen wanting to work with the materials would have to submit a proposal that included the amount of materials needed and the payment for them. Ragnarok would review the proposals than send the ones he approved of on to Harry for approval and release of materials.
Ragnarok thought it was strange that Harry seemed disinterested in the value of the items or how much profit he was making. So he asked why.
"I'm more than rich enough. And besides friends shouldn't be used to make money." the way he said it was as if the answer was as simple as the sky was blue.
Ragnarok decided then that even though Harry was raised human the boy was no more a real wizard than he was.
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It was after dinner by the time he left the bank. So he headed home and would explore the rest of the ally later. After a light scolding from Siv for missing his snack and a meal, she feed him then he went straight to bed.
The next morning (Monday June 12) Harry decided to go see his other properties right after breakfast. First he choose the Belix house in Ireland. It was a small house, only 2 bedroom. Located on the out skirts of a small village. Harry called Dobby. He told the elf to have 2 elves come clean up the house since it hadn't been touched since 1982.
His next stop was a shock. Harry didn't know what he was expecting from a palace but he wasn't really expecting A PALACE. The place was huge and ornate. It seemed to be made of nothing but marble and glass. Back-dropped by the Mediterranean Sea, the endless blue surrounding the house making it feel otherworldly. Once he regained his composure he went to the door. Not knowing what to expect he knocked.
Harry was a bit surprised when it was opened by a man. A normal looking human. "Uh... Hello." He said lamely. "I'm Harry... Harricius Potter-Perciville, I just came to see the house I inherited."
The man smiled kindly. "It is wonderful to have a proper Lord Perciville again." He seemed to genuinely mean it too. He was an older man, somewhere between McGonagall and Dumbledore's age by looks, with his short, perfectly combed gray hair and slim build. He looked and sounded the part of butler. "I will inform Master Serpens you are here."
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Master Serpens. He is the younger brother to Lord Abacan. But older than Master Alexander or lady Lydia." He explained.
"I still don't know them." Well he knew all save Abacan had access to the Perciville vaults.
"Lord Abacan was the previous Lord of the Perciville family. He and his wife were murdered by the thing that calls itself Voldemort." He said the dark lords name as if it were some kind of filth. "Master Serpens tried to assume lordship but was denied. He has been the regent since his brother's death."
"Oh..." Harry said 'So he has killed even more of my family.' He thought bitterly. "Do you know why he killed them? I also didn't get your name."
"Yes of course. I am Alfred. As to why, I am sure it was due to Lord Abacan refusing to turn over the Slytherin Lord ship to the half breed, bastard son of a muggle. I don't know if you are aware, but the Lord Perciville must approve any candidates for High Lord Slytherin before they can assume the role. Voldemort, or Thomas Riddle, is banned from the title due to his mother being a Gaunt. They betrayed the Slytherins by attempting line theft. Ever since, they have been disowned and unable to claim the title."
"So Voldemort is really a Slytherin but from a traitorous line who was disowned." He smiled. 'Half-blood son of a muggle, that's a good insult. I'll have to try it out next time the little dragon goes running his mouth.' Harry thought with a vengeful glee. "You don't seem to fear him like everyone else."
"No My Lord. Perciville's fear no man or beast, it is dishonorable. We only ever bow to those who earn it. Such as the TRUE Black's and Slytherin's. And of course the Kings."
"So our family doesn't show fear?"
"No My Lord. We may feel fear but we do not let it show. To do so would give others power over us. Master Serpens' is waiting for you here in the study." Alfred said gesturing to a door. Harry hadn't even been conscious of their travel into and through the house but here they were in one of the hallways before a dark wood door.
"Thank you Alfred, for the escort and the information." Harry took a calming breath. He was nervous about meeting this man that could be family.
When he entered the study, Harry took in his surroundings. The room was decorated in dark woods with a large book shelf dominating one wall, and an antique roll top writing desk against the other. There was a large white fur rug in the center of the room and 2 wing backed arm chairs facing toward the fireplace opposite the door. In one chair, Harry could see the profile of a man. He was tall and slim, with red-brown hair, which was starting to gray at the temples and was gathered at the nape of his neck. He turned to Harry and the boy could see he had a few wrinkles, but was obviously once a very handsome man. His large, bright green eyes were nearly identical to Harry's and tracked his every move as though Harry was some very fascinating puzzle.
"Hello. My name is Harricius John Potter-Perciville. I have recently became Lord Perciville." Harry said very nervously. This man made Harry think back to the Mirror of Erised. He looked like family, and even after all those years with the Durley's, he still yearned for the welcome and approval of kin.
The man stood and Harry was forced to look up to the tall man, he was 6ft 2in. He straightened his suit jacket and said, "I am Serpens Octavius Perciville, second son of Lord Mikhail Perciville and brother to Lord Abacan Perciville. I would like to know how you took the Lordship over me and my brother." Serpens narrowed his eyes. He was impressive in his dark green-blue business suit that was tailored to fit just perfect. Not a hair seemed out of place and he was quite intimidating.
Harry looked down and away. "I honestly don't know sir. I was informed by my friend and house elf Dobby that I could take the Last of Line clause. I only planned to become the Lord Potter. But when I went, they said I could take the Perciville title too. I took an inheritance test that showed I was half Potter, half Perciville, along with several other including 3 of the Hogwarts founders, but all were small fractions..." Harry rambled blushing and trailing off into silence when he noticed he was pattering on.
"Half Perciville you say?" He asked with a raised eyebrow but no real emotion on his face.
"Yes sir."
"That's impossible." Serpens turned away. "Unless... But that's impossible. No it's really the only explanation." He spoke softly to himself. "Unless you are Niam's son. Her body was never found." He added now speaking clearly while turning back to face Harry.
"But my mother was named Lily... Lily Evans."
"Are you sure? She could have been adopted?"
Harry looked unsure but hope kindled by the thought of family blazed brightly at the thought of the awful Dursley's not being related to him at all. "I...I don't know." He looked up at the older man. "You have our eyes and the red hair. While Petunia, that's mum's sister, had blonde hair and blue eyes. Both of Mum's parents had blue eyes and lighter hair."
"Do you have the results from the tests?"
"Sure, just a moment." He turned facing the books. "Dobby."
"Yes Master Harry Sir? What can Dobby be doing?" Serpens raised an eyebrow at the creature's strange garb.
"I need the results for my inheritance and legacy tests, please." Dobby snapped his fingers and the documents appeared. "Thank you Dobby. You can get back to whatever you were doing now." Dobby bowed and popped away. "Here you are." Harry said handing the papers over to Serpens.
"Let me see." He said putting on a pair of reading glasses. "1/4 Flint, 1/8 Prince, 1/32 Turbor. That is all in order and correct. Lily Evans must be my niece Niam Perciville. Making you my great-nephew." Serpens said with a small curving of his lips, which made him look much friendlier, and less cold.
Harry turned to face the door. He had real live family. 'But what if they think I'm a freak too? What is they don't want me?' His eyes watered a bit with the roller coaster of emotions going through him.
"What is wrong child?" Serpens asked in a soft voice placing a hand on Harry's shoulder from behind.
"I... it's just... I never... My..." He trailed off sniffling unable to voice his doubts and worries.
"It is alright now child. We are family and it is our duty and honor to help you in any way we can. Just as it will one day be yours to do the same for us. Do you not have a family? Did you not say your mother was adopted? What of your godparents?" he spoke gently turning Harry so he could hug him properly.
Harry clung to the man. This was all he ever wanted in life, a family to love him. "No... Yes... sort of." He sobbed not able to speak coherently. Serpens just picked him up as though he were still a small child and carried Harry back to his chair by the fire, where he sat with Harry in his lap.
"Now." He said in a firmer tone once they were settled and Harry cradled to him. "Take a few deep breaths, calm your mind and explain."
Harry did as his was told feeling very childish, yet safe and comfortable at the same time. After a very deep breath he began. "My mum had... has a sister named Petunia, but she... she hates magic." He buried his head in the crook of Serpens neck and whispered. "She hates me." He stayed there but spoke up again. "Sirius Black is my godfather, but he was sent to prison. But according to the magic of the lordship rings he is the Lord Black, so the goblins said he was falsely imprisoned."
"I see." Serpens said still holding Harry and rubbing his back. "Harricius, did this Petunia and her family ever hurt you? In any way? Speak the truth for family never lies to one another." Harry said nothing both unable to lie and unwilling to tell the truth. So after a moment, he gave a light nod. Serpens tightened his hold and was glad the boy couldn't see the fury on his face. "Don't worry my boy, none will hurt you again so long as we can help it."
They sat for a few minutes in silence, Harry absorbing the warmth and comfort while Serpens was reining in his anger so as not to frighten his nephew. "I am going to call for Alexander and Lydia now. Alexander is my baby brother and Lydia is our sister. Her husband is Adrian and they have a 14 year old Daughter named Samantha. Though she prefers Sammy. What is it you prefer to be called?"
"Harry or Harricius is fine. The Dursleys, that's Petunia's family, never called me by name. They only called me boy or... freak." He said and then buried back into Serpens.
"Kit." Serpens called and a small pop was heard. Harry looked curious. There was a small female house elf. She was in a uniform of a blue dress, white leggings and a white apron that had the Perciville crest on it. "Call Alex and Lydia, tell them we are having a family meeting ASAP."
"Yes Master Serpens." She replied vanishing again.
"I... So the Perciville family hires more than just house elves?" He asked curious.
"Yes we have 8 house elves, 3 humans, 2 minotaurs, a centaur, 3 werewolves and a Wyren working for us currently."
"A Wyren, that's like a drake right?"
"Yes why do you ask?"
"I also found out I have a drake inheritance coming up around my birthday on July 31st."
"That's not much time to plan a party."
"Party?"
"Yes, it's tradition. Every birthday we have 2 parties. One for just family the other is a ball where all the prestigious and influential people are invited."
"Ball! But I can't dance, and I don't know how to be proper." His eyes were wide and panicked.
There was a laugh from the door. "Don't worry child, we will teach you all you need to know." A beautiful older woman said. She had flame red hair that curled and bounced around her head. She looked just like his mum, only a bit older with sparkling purple eyes. Behind her was a tall, even taller than Serpens, and broad, thickly muscled, man with dark brown hair. He had the same look about him that the other 2 did but was obviously the youngest. He had the same green eyes as well. There was another man that didn't look like a Perciville. He was shorter, 5ft 10in, with black hair and pale green eyes. Finally was a petite young girl about Harry's age. She had the Perciville look but with black hair and bright purple eyes.
Harry smiled at them getting off Serpens. "Hi I'm Harricius John Potter-Perciville."
The woman chuckled. "We know honey Alfred told us. Now what is this I hear about a party?"
"Harricius will be 13 on July 31. I was telling him about the traditional parties."
"Serpens can I invite a friend to the family party. He's really great."
"Of course doll." The woman said. "The family party is all about you. You can do or invite anyone you want. The public part though you have little choice. We will handle the invitations for all the prominent figures."
"Yeah I know it sucks but we have to do what we have to do to keep the Lords from getting their panties in a twist." the girl said. "I'm Sammy by the way. This is my dad and mum Adrian and Lydia. And that's Uncle Alex."
Lydia just continued as if Sammy hadn't interrupted. "Since this will also be the introduction of Harry Potter as both Lord Potter and Lord Perciville it will have to be massive. You will have to be trained how to act. But don't worry we will make sure that you are well prepared."
"He will need a date and it will have to be after his Drake inheritance come in." Serpens added.
The others raise an eyebrow but said nothing. "Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Lydia asked
"No ma'am, but I do have a marriage contract and a courting contract so I guess I could go with one of them."
"A marriage contract?" Serpens asked "What kind and with whom?"
"Uhhmm... the goblins said it was an..." Harry thought trying to recall the exact name they used. "An absolute contract."
"What?!" Serpens all but shouted. "Are you the submissive? Who is it to? Who did this?" He said near growling.
"I... well..." Harry looked away
"Serpens!" Lydia shouted. "Control yourself, you are frightening Harry." She turned to Harry and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "This is not your fault. Serpens is not angry with you. Absolute contracts are dangerous things. If you are the submissive, the dominant in the contract will take your Lordships from you and can do any kind of harm he wants. You would be little more than a possession to him. It worries us to think of a family member in that sort of situation."
"I am sorry Harricius. But it is worrisome the other way too. Absolute power over a person is a perilous thing to have. That power can easily corrupt." Serpens said. "Not that I think you would be corrupted but it is a great burden. Being able to control every aspect of another's life. Down to who they can touch or speak to. What they can eat, where they can go, if and what kind of career they can pursue."
Harry looked at Serpens, he didn't know what absolute power entailed. He had no clue he would have the power to choose so much of Nott's life. "No, I'm not the submissive. The second son of the Nott family is. His mother asked my godfather to help her protect him from his father and Voldemort. From what I read, it was the only way they could think of." Without even being asked, Dobby brought Harry his copies of the letters from Sirius and Lady Nott. He handed them over to be read.
"I see. I suppose I can see why they would do this. It is a fool proof protection if the dominant can be trusted." Lydia said sadly. "Have you meet the boy or the person in the courting contract you mentioned?"
"No ma'am. I am going to meet Nott tomorrow at noon in Gringotts. The Dubear family isn't available till the 20th. Ironfang didn't seem pleased with that."
"That's because they are snobby, stuck up and horrible." Sammy said with smirk.
"That was rude Samantha." Serpens said then sighed. "But none the less accurate."
"So like the Malfoys?"
"The main line? Pretty much. The Malfoys that go to my school are not too bad. They still think they are better than me but not overly obnoxious like their British cousins."
"Oh goody." Harry said with an eye roll. "And let me guess, they are going to be invited to the ball."
"Unfortunately." She said with an exaggerated sigh. "I'll tell you all about the available Dubear's before the meeting though." Sammy smiled and he smiled back. This looked to be the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
"Thanks. Oh can learning how to have a giant party wait 2 weeks I promised my good friend Neville I would come stay with him. I'm going there after the Nott meeting."
"That's fine. Is there anything you do not want?" Serpens asked
"Yes. I want absolutely NO ONE to call me the Boy-Who-Lived. I hate that name. And can I invite some goblins and Minotaurs?"
Lydia laughed. "You can invite whomever you want to the private party but Lords and those they deem creatures don't mix. We'll make sure no one uses that moniker if you don't like it."
"OK can we wait on the guest list for the party till I get back?"
"Sure Harry. We'll put together the guests for the ball and get to work on that while you're gone. Are you going to stay here?" She asked kindly.
Harry tuned a bit pink. "If you don't mind. I kinda like having a family." He looked down shyly.
Lydia smiled and hugged him. "Family is always welcome. I'll see that a room is prepared for you. Now it's just Alex and Serpens here. My family and I live in the Dupree ancestral home."
"Thank you so much." He said honestly hugging her back. "I should get back and tell Siv what's going on or she'll be mad."
"Who's Siv?" Sammy asked
"She a house elf at the Potter Cabin where I've been staying. I was planning on going to visit all the properties I inherited. I didn't expect to find family."
"That is a good idea Harricius. Go explore your inheritance, then come back here and we will talk." Serpens told him
"And we will come over and have dinner with you so we can get to know one another better." Adrian said speaking for the first time.
Harry smiled at them and hugged them all goodbye. He used the floo to get back to the cabin. It was far easier once Sammy gave him the proper instructions. He had lunch with Siv and told her all about what happened and that he was moving to the palace. She nodded but was sad till he promised to come back and visit. She said his things would be packed and at the Palace when he arrived.
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AN: Much love to all my readers and reviewers!
Shout out to Moihaha: Sorry for terrible grammar and horrid spelling, BUT thanks for pointing out the embarrassing mistake in chapter 8. I would love a beta but unless there is some magic place to find one, or someone volunteers you're stuck with little old me.
To MAFITA: I have placed some tidbits in a separate work that goes along with this. I will be adding info from all the different Dragon kin, but I don't know when.
Alfred is NOT related to them but like many old school servants he sees them as family. Harry picked that up and called him family in return. So stole his name, and partially attitude, from the greatest butler ever Alfred of Batman.
Harry has living family! I have been waiting to get to them for a while. Sorry if their kinda mushy but I see the Perciville's as being VERY family oriented and once he was family they near instantly loved and wanted to protect him.