Author's Note: Caution! There are talks of past crimes including mind manipulation and rape. It is not graphic but readers denigration is advised.
Author's Note 2: Thank you for the overwhelming suppose and positive feedback.
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Harry Potter was having a better summer than he expected. It didn't start out that great. But after the first few days it got better. When he got to Privet Drive, the Order's warnings paid off. The added threat that there was a fully trained wizard within yelling distance killed the last little bit of balls his uncle had. He was left alone for the most part. He was still required to do all of the chores around the house but he was being fed more.
The first two nights back home he had terrible nightmares. He relived that night in the ministry over and over again. He saw his godfather fall through the vale more times then he could count. It was like he was locked in a loop of pain and guilt. But on the third night something inside of him snapped. He watched his godfather fall through the veil for what felt like the millionth time and then his brain just stopped the memory from playing again and his common sense kicked in.
It was not his fault. It was Dumbledore's fault for not paying attention to him and leaving him on his own to begin with. It was Snape's fault he didn't learn to close off his mind by not teaching him. If anything he made it worse. It was also Snape's fault for not helping them when they came to him that afternoon. They tried to go to an adult and what did they get? Nothing!
It was also not his fault his godfather died, it was Sirius's own damn fault! Taunting that crazy bitch like that in a fight. What was he thinking? He was out of practice, out matched, and instead of keeping his head down and fighting he was taunting her. He died because he was cocky. Too cocky in a fight to the death. This was not the school yard. It was life and death and Sirius fucked up.
If anything was Harry's fault it was that his friends got hurt. That was on him. It was on his head. But they all volunteered. They knew they were walking into a fight. And if he was honest with himself he was proud of his friends. A bunch of school kids outmatched Tom's best fighters. His inner circle Death Eaters. And they had surprise on their side against kids.
It was that thought that made Harry smirk. If that was the best he had then the dark lord was fucked. With a bit more training his friends could handle the lot of them. The key was stunning them. Every time they stunned a Death Eater their dark friends got them back up. He needed something better. Something more permanent. Something easy to cast. Something that took almost no power to cast.
Harry flew out of his sleep and flipped on his bedroom light. He opened his school trunk and dug out his school books. By morning he had a list of easy to cast spells that could maim or kill someone. The idea being you couldn't just undo the damage done. Spells like the cutting curse, the blasting hex, and the bone breaking hex. But more then that he knew the key to winning was not getting hit. To do that he needed to be fitter than he was.
From that day on he started a strict regimen of stretching to get limber and push up, sit ups, and squats for strength in the morning. When he was finish with his chores outside he headed into the basement where Dudley's boxing equipment sat collecting dust. He followed the instruction booklet that came with the weight bench and spent an hour every day doing curls, bench presses, dead lifts, and squat lifts. He finished his weight session with pull up until his arms felt like they were going to fall of. At night, right before bed he practiced the wand movements for each spell with a twig he found and practiced dodging and rolls in the back yard. Every night he fell into bed feeling like he was going to die and the next morning he woke up feeling 200% better than the day before.
Because of his magic and workout routine he made huge leaps and bounds in a short time. In a week he gained ten pounds of muscle and two inches of height putting him at 5'7" and 125lbs. It was a big improvement from what he looked and felt like before he started. He also felt more alert and ready for a fight. He carried his wand rubber banded to his left bicep under his t shirt sleeve and he practiced drawing it a few dozen times a day.
Things got better and worse a week and a half after he got to Privet Drive. He was fast asleep when he heard his door open at just a few minutes after midnight. In the blink of an eye he went from asleep to standing in a low crouch with his wand in hand and his glasses on his face. That's when he saw Tonks. She looked shocked for a second before she grinned.
"Watcher Harry, good response time." She said running her eyes over his thin but cut frame. He looked better then when she last saw him.
"Hey Tonks. What's going on." Harry asked going to the window and looking out to check the outside.
"I'm springing you from this hell hole. Here put this on and leave the rest of your clothes behind." She said tossing him a black Nike backpack.
"What?" Harry asked looking confused.
"Look Harry, you trust me right?" Tonks asked looking him in the eye.
"Yeah," Harry said.
"Good, we need to move out as fast as we can. It's life or death. I will explain everything as soon as we get to the bank. My Mum is waiting for you there. It's about Sirius's will. Now put those on and follow orders for the next ten minutes." Tonks said in a pleading tone but her eyes told him more. She was breaking the rules and she was both afraid and excited. With that he smirked.
"Okay." Harry said opening the bag and dumping out the contents on his bed.
Inside the bag was a black adidas track suit, a white under armor t-shirt, boxers, socks, black Nike trainers, a black leather shoulder holster rig, a handgun, four extra magazines, a pair of glasses with black plastic frames, a silver wedding band, a stainless steel Omega Seamaster watch, and a long skinny gold box that looked like a pencil case.
"A gun Tonks?" Harry asked looking shocked.
"Yeah a gun. This is a Browning Hi-power. How long does it take to cast the Avada Kadavra curse? Two seconds? And it kills one man if you can hit him or he doesn't jump out of the way. With that you aim and pull the trigger and keep pulling the trigger until he's dead. That gun is enchanted to be silent, it has almost no felt recoil because of the size of the bullet and weight of the gun, and the magazine holds 15 rounds of 9mm jacketed hollow points. It's loaded and the hammers back. All you do is drop this safety, point, and pull the trigger. Put it on under your jacket. I'll step into the hall so you can get dressed." She said walking out of the room before he could say anything else.
Harry shrugged, dropped his pajama pants and pulled on the new clothes. They fit great and they felt nice and comfortable on his skin. It was amazing what clothes the fit feel like, Harry thought to himself as he tried to figure out how the shoulder rig went on. He opened the door with the gun rig in his hand.
"Help?" He asked.
"I see the straps are way too long. I can fix that. Here. It goes on like this." She said helping him get the rig on and she adjusted the straps to make it a little tighter before she put his thumb to a small red square on the rig. It shrank to fit his shoulders so well that he knew he would have to put his thumb on the red square again to get it back off. She put the four spare magazines in the pouches in the rig under his right arm and she handed him the gun.
"Hold it like this with your trigger finger outside of the trigger guard. Only put your finger on the trigger if you intend to fire the gun, and never point it at anything you don't want to shoot. You got it?" She asked.
"Yeah. I got it." He said holding the gun like she showed him.
"Good put it in the holster and it will vanish." She said and it did.
"Cool." He said.
"Now put on the ring and the watch. The watch is a glamour. It was change your face a bit so you won't get recognized. And the ring goes on your right middle finger. It will mask your magical signature making you harder to track." She said picking them up and handing them to him.
As soon as Harry slipped the ring on it glowed and shrank to fit his finger. He could just barely feel it, it was so light. He took the stainless steel Omega watch and snapped it on his wrist in place of the cheap beat up watch he had which he left on the desk. He couldn't see it but Tonks saw his face change. His almond shaped green eyes rounded out more and turned dark green and brown hazel. His black hair lightened a bit and shrank a bit. His jaw squared up, his nose stayed the same but his mouth thinned out a bit more. Most importantly his scare vanished.
"Good, ditch those glasses and put the other ones on. Put your wand in the gold case and grab anything you can't live without out. But leave the rest of it here. Then we can make like a tree and get the fuck out of here." Tonks said.
Harry followed her instructions and found the new glasses fit his face better and he could see clearer. He put his wand in the gold case and it flashed. He tossed the case into the backpack. He pulled up a losses floor board and grabbed a shabby velcro wallet and a money bag. He tossed them in his bag and put the board back. He pulled his photo album out of his trunk along with his dive knife he got for the second task of the triwizard tournament. He tossed those in his bag as well. He was about to toss his cloak in the bag but she stopped him.
"You're going to need that. Now the last thing we have to do is take care of your owl. She's going to hate this. But we need her eat this treat. It will turn her into a white kitten. It's fully reversible but she might need to a week like that until we can turn her back. Your owl is too easily recognizable and we'll be traveling as muggles. We can't have an Owl with us." Tonks said pulling an owl treat out of her pocket.
"It won't hurt her will it?" Harry asked looking between the treat and his bird.
"No that's why we're using the treat. It's more gentle than a spell. It will hurt a bit but she'll be fine after a few seconds. It's the best option. It's like polyjuice potion for pets." Tonks said sounding sorry.
"Okay, girl, this is going to suck, but it has to happen." Harry said taking the treat and holding it out for Hedwig.
For her part Hedwig looked between the treat and the two humans in the room like they were both crazy. But she shook her head and nipped the treat from her human's hand. She chomped it down and a few seconds she shook violently and squeaked which turned into a cat screech as she shifted into a small snow white cat with puffy hair and yellow eyes. She took an experimental step and almost face planted. She tried again and nodded as she hopped up onto Harry's arms and climbed into the backpack. Harry zipped it up most of the way and put it on.
"Good, now toss on your cloak and let's go." Tonks said tossing her cloak on and vanishing.
Harry followed her lead and pulled on his cloak. She reached out and touched his chest. She followed it to his hand and took it. She lead him out of the room, down the stairs, and out the back door. She lead him three blocks away before she took off her cloak but stopped him from taking off his. She pulled out a gold coin and help it out for him. He touched it and they vanished.
They reappeared in the empty lobby of the bank. Tonks looked around and made sure the coast was clear before she let him take off his cloak. She lead him down a long hallway to a big conference room. Seated at the table were three well dressed goblins and Tonk's mum. The table was covered in folders full of documents as well as a tea tray with finger sandwiches. They all stood when he walked into the room and it made him uncomfortable.
"Good evening Lord Potter. I am Ragnok, head of this branch of Gringotts." Said the oldest of the three goblins as he walked over to Harry and shook his hand.
"It's an honor to meet you sir." Harry said taking his hand.
"The honor is all mine I assure you. I believe you know Mrs. Tonks." Ragnok said.
"I do, it's good to see you Ma'am." Harry said offering his hand but she hugged him.
"Call me Andy Harry, it's good to see you again." She said warmly.
"This is Bloodletter. He's the head of Wills and documents and this is Bonebreaker, he's head of security." Ragnok said finished the introductions before leading them to the table. That's when Harry noticed that Tonks was gone.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Ragnok offered.
"Not right now. Not to sound rude, but I was pulled out of bed in the middle of the night and I would love to know what's going on." Harry said trying as hard as he could to be patient.
"I understand. But in order to answer all of your questions we have a few things to cover. You see about two weeks ago Sirius Orion Black was declared legally dead. His death certificate appeared on the records desk in the ministry building. The certificate was brought here and Bloodletter spent the good part of the morning trying to find Lord Black's will. It was misfiled, on purpose we found out later, but he did find it. It was short and to the point. Everything he owned goes to you. So Bloodletter sent a letter to you requesting you to come down here and fill out the paperwork. He got a reply that same day telling him to combine the Black accounts into the Potter accounts. It was signed Albus Dumbledore. This raised a huge red flag. First how did he even get the letter. It was addressed to you. Second what say does the Headmaster have in your affairs? You are a fully grown wizard and the Head of an Ancient and Most Noble House. Because of this we launched an investigation into your accounts and holding and what we turned up is staggering to say the least." Ragnok said.
"How bad?" Harry asked knowing deep down he didn't like what was about to be said in this meeting.
"The depth and width of his meddling into your affairs is staggering. From the moment your grandfather Charles Potter died that old man has been playing with your family's estate like a puppet master. We are just going to run down a list of infractions because if we go into detail on all of them we will be here for days. We can answer any questions you have and feel free to stop us at any moment if you get lost." Ragnok said before stopping to make sure the young man was still with them.
"Okay. let's hear it." Harry said with a sigh as he pulled his new cat out of his backpack and set her on his lap.
"Before you were even born the old man had your father bankroll his little club for five years just like the Malfoy's bank rolled the dark lord. The total cost to your family was 1,780,000 galleons." Ragnok said.
"What's the conversion rate for that in muggle money?" Harry asked.
"We base our exchange system on the US Dollar. One gold galleon is worth $25, a sickle is worth $2.50, and a knut is worth $.25. 1,780,000 galleons is worth $44,500,000 US dollars or about 29,600,000 Pounds sterling." Ragnok said.
"Fuck." Harry said feeling headed. He had a feeling it was going to get worse. Way worse. "Is that a large part of the estate?" Harry asked.
"No, your three Potter vaults total just over 100 million galleons." Ragnok said looking at his notes.
"I have about 2.5 billion US dollars?" Harry asked doing the math in his head.
"No, you have more than that. You have to add in the real estate holdings, the value of the land you own, and the value of stocks and bonds you hold. Plus you have to add the 90 million galleons from the Black estate. You're looking at just over 5 billion US dollars or about 3.4 billion Pounds Sterling." Ragnok said with a smirk. It was good to give the lad good news.
"Bloody Hell." Harry said eloquently. Then he shook himself. "Sorry to take you off track. It gets worse right?" Harry asked getting back to the point he was there.
"Yes. It's gets worse. The day your parents died, he sealed their death certificates so we couldn't processes their will. There will stipulated that you were to be placed with your godfather Lord Black. If he was not available then you were to go to your godmother Alice Longbottom. If she could not take you in then you were to be placed with Andromeda Tonks." Ragnok said handing him the will.
"My god." Harry said looking at Andy who was looking back at him with trepidation. "Knowing Tonks and what she told me about growing up I know I would have loved calling you mum." Harry said taking her hand.
"Oh Harry. I would have loved every minute of it. So would Ted. Hell, he wanted a son so bad he used to drag Dora off to the woods to go hunting or fishing all the time. That girl became a tomboy because of it." Andy said with a smile.
"Well we still have time." Harry said before turning back to the head goblin and nodding for him to continue.
"From 2001 to 2011 Dumbledore has leached over 500,000 galleons from the Potter account until you got your Hogwarts letter. At that point you would have been declared a young Lord. A title which means that you would get to choose who had access to your accounts." Ragnok said.
"Let me guess, 'I' chose him right? I'm sure he even faked my signature." Harry said with a smirk. It fell off his face when he was handed a document in his own little kid writing that said Dumbledore was to act as his financial guardian. He looked at the signature and saw it was written in blood.
"Do you have any recollection of filling out that form or signing it?" Ragnok asked.
"No sir. But this is my handwriting from my first year. I know because Hermione taught me how to write neater the next year." Harry said just above a whisper as his mind ran over the fact that the old man made him fill out this document and then wiped his memory. He looked up at the head goblin feeling violated. Ragnok saw the look and nodded. This wasn't the only time it happened.
"How many times?" Harry asked in a thick voice.
"Every year for that document. And there were others that we will get to in a few minutes." Ragnok said sadly.
"Right. Go on." Harry said holding Hedwig closer to his chest.
"At the end of your second year you killed a basilisk. According to this form. You signed over the rights to the beast's carcass. In blood." Ragnok said setting the document in front of Harry.
"How much was it worth?" Harry asked. By this point his voice was devoid of life.
"The carcass was broken down into it's parts and sold piece by piece. The sum total was about 175,000 galleons." Ragnok said handing him a parchment with the breakdown of what sold for what price.
"Right. By my count that old fuck has stolen more than two and a half million galleons from me. That's about 63 million dollars." Harry said as if trying to rationalize the numbers in his head.
"Yes. This next document is going to be hard for you, and the implications are going to be even worse. The next thing he forced you to sign was this marriage certificate on your fourteenth birthday." Ragnok said.
"I'M MARRIED?!" Harry yelled before taking a deep calming breath. "Sorry about that. Who's the unlucky girl?" Harry asked.
"Ginevra Weasley." Ragnok said handing him the certificate with his signature in blood.
"Molly will be thrilled." Harry said in a dangerous voice.
"I'm afraid that document is proof of more than just a mind wipe Lord Potter. To complete the contract of a marriage in the wizarding world requires the bonding to be consummated.
"You mean… ? When I was fourteen? That would make Ginny thirteen. Oh God. I think I'm going to be sick." Harry said looking woozy.
"This way Harry. Come on." Andy said pulling him out of the chair and dragging him across the hall to a bathroom. Harry just made it to the toilet before he was violently ill.
"I didn't, I mean I wouldn't have done that! Not in a million years! I would never…" Harry said pleading with Andy.
"I know Harry. We all know. The only way this could have happened was they must have stripped you naked, tied you to a chair and she must have mounted you. Unfortunately there are spells to make rape easier in the wizarding world. You were violated Harry. There is no other word for it." Andy said holding his head to her chest as she rubbed his back.
"I feel wrong. Dirty." Harry said as tears fell from his eyes.
"Harry, the truth is you are no different now then you were five minutes ago before you heard about the marriage. Having you mind wiped is both a blessing and a curse. Did something horrible happen to you? Yes. But if you have no recollection of it happening to you, do you have to let it hang over your head for the rest of your life? Does it have to haunt you? No. It doesn't. If your soul is a record of all of your memories and you have no memory of something happening, does it have to taint your soul?" She asked softly as she helped him to the sink to wash out his mouth.
"So you're say I should just forget about this?" Harry asked looking incredulous.
"No, not forget. Just don't let it ruin you. If you do then the old man has won. You don't know what happened to you. You don't know if you were awake or asleep. You don't know if you felt scared or if you felt lust. Were you drugged? You don't know. And with the power that old man has over mind magic you will never know. When a memory is erased there is only a slim chance it can be recovered and that's if it was done by accident or by an unskilled mage. The truth is you will never know. And if he wiped the girl too then you will only know if you get him to tell you what happened. He's a master occlumens. True potions don't work on him and he will never admit to a damn thing. For all intents and purposes it never happened. The only proof anything took place is a piece of parchment. You have your whole life ahead of you. You're going to find a nice girl. And you're going to take her into your bed and when that happens it's going to be your first time. You'll fumble around and most likely make a fool of yourself just like everyone. Because that's the way it's supposed to be." She said smiling at him.
"I, honestly don't know what to say to all of that." Harry said before laughing nervously.
"No, but now you're thinking about potentially disappointing a young woman that you fancy and not thinking about something you have no memory of. Who were you thinking about?" Andy asked conspiratorially.
"Who said I was thinking…" Harry tried to say but he blushed.
"Who is the girl you would be most mortified to disappoint? Who is the girl you thought of when I said it? Is she a cute muggleborn girl with brown hair and eyes? You know that worry at the thought is what makes her special. She's a nice girl Harry." Andy said hugging him as they walked out of the bathroom.
"She's my best friend you know?" Harry said ducking his head.
"I know. Ted was my best friend. Your Mum and Dad were friends first. It's how this works you know?" she said.
"But what…" He tried to say but she cut him off.
"But what? Do you think there is anything that you or she could do to break up your friendship?" Andy asked.
"No." Harry admitted.
"Then what's the harm in asking her out? Worse case scenario you have an awkward dinner and you agree to never do that again. You laugh it off and you go back to being friends. But do you really see the two of you having an awkward dinner together?" Andy asked with a smile.
"No, we could sit for hours and not say a word and it's not awkward." Harry said as a smile formed on his face without him even know it was there.
"Harry, the next time you see your friend I want you to do something for me. Hug her like there's no tomorrow and ask her out. See what she says. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." She said leading them back into the conference room they still had a lot to cover and not a lot of time.
"I will, Mum." Harry said with a smile and Andy hugged him again before he sat at the table again. Hedwig hopped up into his lap and licked his face.
"Are you up to continue Lord potter?" Ragnok asked with an understanding look on his face.
"Yes. There can't be anything worse than this… Right?" Harry half said, half asked as he held up the marriage certificate.
"Yes and no. This is proof that the old man knew Moody was a death eater in your fourth year. He only set up the first payment of Moody's teaching salary. He knew the old Auror was going to get kidnapped and he was going to get switched out for Barty Crouch jr. This document proves he made sure you would get the most dangerous tasks in that sham of a tournament. This document is your Will which states that upon your death three quarters of your estate goes to the old man and a quarter goes to your wife. This document is the magical equivalent of a 'Do Not Resuscitate', and this is the contract which you signed giving the old man your seat on the Wizengamot." Ragnok said handing over each document as he listed them off.
"Jesus, I must have spent a lot of time in his office over the years." Harry said laughing. It was not a humorous laugh, but the laugh of a man that lost his life savings on a rigged game of chance.
"You're not the only one. He's got wills and marriage contracts for a few well off students with no parents. Your friend Neville Longbottom is Married to a girl named Margaret Jones. She's a fourth year Hufflepuff. Her Aunt Hestia is her only relative. Hestia is an Auror on the old man's payroll and a member of his little club. The girl gets a third of the Longbottom estate. I guess Hestia is a better negotiator than Molly Weasley. We will be having a similar conversation with Neville and his grandmother in a few days. Oliver Wood is married to Susan Dodge, Didales's daughter. This is also the reason why Mr. Wood quit a promising career as a quidditch start to join the ranks of the Aurors. We have found four other contracts so far and we suspect other contracts were made in this way going back three decades." Ragnok said with a mirthless smile.
"That sick old fuck. Playing with the lives of kids!" Harry wanted to kill the old man. But another part of him was beyond anger. He could see where this was going. "How do I get out from under the old man and when do I leave the country? I'm guessing I'll be hiding out as a muggle for a while?" Harry asked.
"Good deductive reasoning. There is only one real way to get out from under the old man and to break all of these contracts and agreements. You have to die." Ragnok said.
"Come again?" Harry asked looking shocked.
"You have to die. Not permanently mind you, just long enough for the ministry to issue a death certificate for Harry Potter. According to the clerk that works in the department you have to be dead for about a minute. We have a healer standing by. But before we get to killing you we need to make a new will. And we also have to register you as a new person. You have many family names to choose from. The Potters have a lot of cadet lines. You will pick one, we will register a birth certificate for that person with the file clerk in the ministry records department. We will miss file it of course. It will take them years to find it. If they even know what to look for. Then Harry Potter will fill out a last will and testament bequeathing everything to that new person. You die. We bring you back as the new name. You will effectively become the new identity and Harry Potter will cease to exist. You will be ending both the Potter and Black family lines. But you will be reviving a cadet line and later if you have children they can each claim a title by right of blood." Ragnok said.
"So Harry Potter dies?" Harry said rolling this information around in his head. "For neither can live while the other survives." He muttered.
"What was that Harry?" Andy asked.
"The prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have a power the dark lord knows not, and either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives. Or so the old man says. It could all be a crock of shit. Everything else he says is. I just think it's funny that I have to die so that I can live. It's odd how that works out is all. It would be funny if Goblin banking efficiency was the power he knows not. It's certainly the thing that's going to take down the Old man so that's one dark lord down." Harry said laughing.
"It would be funny. But I'm more worried about this prophecy." Andy aid looking worried.
"Why? I'm not. I plan on cashing out and moving to America. I'll get a few of my friends out and your family of course. Then the old man and Voldy can have this island. It's cursed as far as I'm concerned. I'm done fighting." Harry said relaxing back in his seat.
"How can you say that Harry?" Andy asked looking shocked.
"I can say it because I've been the only one fighting this war for the last five years and it turns out I've been playing with one hand tied behind my back as my mentor has been fucking me over. I'm done. What do I have to sign? And can I keep the name Harry? I'm used to listening for it and it's would suck to change it now. Can you set aside five million galleons for the Tonks family and another five for Nymphadora Tonks? Also how much would it cost me to buy out a dental practice?" Harry asked.
"You can keep your name, I have a list of Cadet lines for you to pick from. We can have the vaults set up with a few quick documents. As for the Grangers they are already out of the country and waiting for you as we speak." Ragnok said handing over the list of names trying to keep his client happy.
"Good set up another account for them, or you know what? Instead of all these accounts, give them access to mine it will be easier that way and less of a paper trail I'm guessing?" Harry asked.
"It would be easier, they each have a Gringots bank card we can just link them to your account." Ragnok said.
"Good, it's my fault they all have to move I should pick up the tab. Let's see that list of names. Cadet lines of the Merlin, Gryffindor, Potter line. Holy shit I'm related to Merlin and Gryffindor?" Harry asked.
"Yes, we thought you knew that? We will have your family book shipped out to you to look over. Now if you can just pick a name?" Ragnok said with a grin.
"Right, sorry, I got distracted for a second there. Let's see what we're working with. Jones, Baker, Smith, Archer. Here we go, Steel! I like the sound of that one. Harry Steel sounds like a cool spy name. Like James Bond. Very cool. I'll take that one." Harry said with a grin.
"Very good Sir. We will have the documents ready in ten minutes. Then we'll call in the healer." Ragnok said as Bloodletter hustled out of the room.
"Thank you so very much for all your help Ragnok. I would like to leave a good bit of gold in my new vault here on the island so you can keep using it and investing it. But I think I'll move most of my holdings over to… where are we moving to?" Harry asked Andy.
"The US Harry. New York specifically. You own a huge penthouse apartment in Manhattan. It's a good place for us to regroup and figure out what we're doing next." Andy said.
"Actually, Lord Potter owns the whole building, not just the penthouse. There are a few vacant apartments in the building. It's one of four properties he owns in the United States. This is a list of property you own." Ragnok said handing over the list.
"Let's see. Apartment in New York, townhouse in Chicago, beach house in Miami, house in the Hollywood hills, a hunting cabin Alberta Canada, apartment in Monaco, a vineyard in Tuscany, a hunting cabin in Germany, a ski chalet in Sweden, a hunting lodge in Zimbabwe. No property in the UK?" Harry asked.
"No, your parents house in Godric's Hollow was confiscated by the ministry and turned into a national monument to the night you defeated the dark lord. The old man sold the townhouse in London, well you did, we have a record of the sale with your blood signature on it. And the only property in the Black estate is a town house that we can't seem to find." Ragnok said.
"The old man uses it for his little after school club. I can't even say the name or address of it because it's under the charm. Let him choke on it. I'm sure I can make do with the ten other properties I have. I was just going to have you mothball anything on the island anyways." Harry said pouring himself a cup of tea and relaxing back into his seat.
Bloodletter came back in with a big stack of documents and a blood quill. What followed was a half hour signing session. When he was done the was now legally two people. He was lead out of the room to a more plush office with a big leather couch. The room was full of muggle medical equipment and two women in scrubs were bustling around the room setting things up.
"Hello, you must be Harry. I'm Dr. Jones and this is Healer Green. We are going to run a full battery of test on you before we get to the main event. Full disclosure, this will be the first time I've helped kill someone. I'm used to bring them back. I work shock trauma. Healer Green is well versed in the Magic behind it though, right Judy?" The blond doctor of about thirty ashed the younger red head.
"There are a few curses and ritual reversals that require death. I've performed this same task three times already and I was successful in bringing the subject back each time with only slight damage to one subject but he was old and injured at the time, you are neither of those thing so I expect this to go off flawlessly." Judy Green said with an oddly accented english accent. It sounded American with touches of London clip mixed in.
"Good, I'm at your mercy." Harry said.
"I need you to strip off to your boxers." Dr. Jones said.
"A bit forward, but I like it." Harry muttered causing both women to laugh as he ditched his shoes, track suit, gun rig, and shirt.
"Good now have a seat on the couch and we'll begin." Dr. Jones said sticking electrodes to his chest.
What followed was an hour long very thorough doctor exam. Not only did they get enough data on Harry to proclaim that he was in good health but they had first hand knowledge of every part of his body. For his part Harry was trying to remain cool as these two beautiful doctors touched, poked, rubbed, and examined him closely enough to tell what he had for breakfast the day before.
"I must say, aside for a severely stunted growth rate you are in peak physical form." Dr. Amanda Jones proclaimed as she finished making notes on her chart.
"Is there a way to fix that? I'd like to see what the right side of six foot looks like. The same with my eyes?" Harry asked.
"Yes to both. I will give you the name of two potions. You can get them at any good apothecary in the world, or your can make them yourself if you know your way around a cauldron. They are OWL level potions." Healer Green said making a note on a small pad.
"Cool, I'd like to see without glasses." Harry said feeling nervous all of a sudden.
"I'm sure a week or two of taking the potions should fix everything. Now are you ready?" Healer Green asked in a clam tone.
"I guess. Let's get it over with." Harry said trying to keep his breathing calm.
"I need you to take a deep breath hold it for a five count and then slowly release for a ten count. We'll do this for a few minutes to get you nice and calm. When your ready I will hit you with a stunning spell. We will monitor you for a few more minutes and then I will stop your heart with a spell. As soon as your heart stops beating and you flat-line we will start a stopwatch. At the one minute mark we'll see if your death certificate was triggered. If not then we'll keep going. You can be dead for up to five minutes without damaging your brain at your age. But we like to keep it under two minutes to cut down on recovery time. As it is you're going to feel like you died for a few days. It will get better with time and exercise. Also we have a healing tonic for you to take." Healer Green explained in a calm soothing voice as she ran her hand through his hair. The last thing he remembered before he was jolted awake was a muttered stunning spell.
"How are you feeling Harry?" Healer Green asked running scans over his body.
"Good, it's done?" Harry asked sitting up on the couch and coughing.
Harry stretched. The truth was, he felt a tightness in his chest and he had the worst headache he had ever felt, but he did feel lighter somehow. Like a weight was lifted from his soul. Little did he know, but a weight had been lifted from his soul. Because he was wearing a glamour, the two doctors never saw his scar flash white, and vanish off his head. In fact it would be days from now before he finally noticed it was gone.
In Little Hangleton Tom Riddle sat in his throne room waiting for his Death Eaters to come back from the raids he sent them on that night. He was sipping a glass of red wine laced with snake venom when he all of a sudden clutched his head and screamed as his connection to Harry was violently ripped out of his head. When his servants finally got back an hour later they found their master on the floor bleeding out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. A healer would be summoned quickly enough to keep him alive, but it would take almost seven weeks for him to even wake up, and another month after that for him to be back up to half his strength.
"Yes, it took just over a minute for the death certificate to show up. It took only one spell to get your heart working again. Like I said you are a very healthy young man. We'll run you through a full battery of tests again to make sure there was no real damage done, then you have to fill out some paperwork. After that we'll give you a pain potion and a healing tonic and let you sleep for a few hours." Healer Green said with a smile.
"Thank you, both of you. You saved my life. What every they are paying you for this I want to make sure I double it. Because of you two I can live free of being Harry Potter." Harry said holding both of their hands with a heartfelt tone. That made both women smile and blush ever so slightly.
"You are most welcome. We're just happy we could help." Dr. Jones said.
"Yes, you've been through enough, we're happy to help." Healer Green said.
Harry sat through a half hour of tests before he was allowed to put his pants and shirt back on. He was lead back to the conference room and after filling out a mountain of documents he was legally Harry James Steel. He had a light meal of a turkey sandwich, crisps, and hot chocolate before he was given a pain potion and allowed to fall asleep on the very same couch he was killed on an hour before.