So! Updated and with emotion!
Chapter 1: Rebirth
When he woke up, Harry was aware of two things. First was that the chip was gone and he was no longer cold. Second was that there were people in the room with him. As he opened his eyes, he saw the white walls of a hospital, most likely St. Mungos, and two men in Auror robes. When they noticed he was awake, they turned with a smile. All at once, the grief hit him, but he pushed it down. Their sacrifice was not in vain. He would survive this time.
"Hello there. My name is Auror Kevin Haynes, and my partner Auror Carol Robbins. You were found unconscious outside Diagon Alley, and your magic was bound with what looks like a Muggle device. What can you tells us?"
Harry had an answer for this. He and the others had plotted every detail about how to survive in the past in the Wizarding world. Hermione and he had gone over their knowledge of wizarding inheritances, and come up with a manageable cover. "My name is Hadrian Peverell. I was captured by Muggle Nazi's doing experiments. They managed to subdue me before I could escape. They wanted to understand and control my magic, but I metabolized one of their drugs faster than they anticipated. I think I managed to overcome the chip enough to Apparate away, but other than that I don't know anything. My memories are foggy at best. They kept me drugged. I'm sorry I can't be of more help." The sad thing was that some of this was true. At one point, Hitler had experimented on wizards, before one escaped. Grindelwald destroyed the lab and wiped everyone's memories of magic.
"It's no problem, Mr. Peverell." Auror Robbins said softly. "Your healers have pronounced that with a few oddities, your healthy enough for discharge. A bit malnourished and underweight, and a curiosity with your blood, but healthy. We'll see about getting you discharged, and you can go home and try to forget all about this ever happening."
Harry smiled bitterly. Like he would ever forget what had happened. "Thank you." He said gratefully as he got out of bed and surveyed his clothes. The scrubs would have to go, and he'd need a wand. But first he needed to get to Gringotts for step two, obtaining the help he would need to establish himself. "Would you mind transfiguring some clothes for me?" He asked. "I'll need to get a wand before anything else. And . . . perhaps a trip to Gringotts. I lost almost a year. I'll need to put my life back in order."
Auror Haynes transfigured a set of black robes, and summoned a MediWitch. After ducking some uncomfortable questions about abuse and the mixture of basilisk venom and phoenix tears in his blood, Harry signed the forms and was led to the floo. "Thank you for all your help." He said softly, before calling out "Gringotts!" and flooing away.
When Harry appeared in a flash of green fire, he did his best to stay on two feet. He would have liked to sleep some more before doing this, but he needed money and a bed first. Nostalgia hit as he looked around the gleaming walls of the bank. It had been one of the last places to fall, due to its protections. He had taken refuge here with some of the others. A goblin came over with a scowl. "Can we help you?" He grunted.
"Yes, thank you. I need a top level privacy meeting with one of the bank's senior managers. Would you mind helping me?" Harry asked politely.
Surprised at the politeness a human exhibited towards a goblin, he replied, "Of course. My name is BlackClaw. I will take you to Master StoneCrusher's office."
"Thank you." Harry said gratefully. Moments later, he was seated in a large office, and privacy wards were raised around him.
"I am Master StoneCrusher. What do you need?" The new goblin asked impatiently. Harry wasn't surprised, most goblins disliked wizards, but it reminded him of the goblins he'd left behind. They'd become friends during their years of captivity.
"Hello Master StoneCrusher. My name is Harry Potter, and I'm a time traveler. I'm aware of the laws regarding time travel, and I know about the Department of Mysteries, and how they'd study me. I come from one hundred years in the future, where Gaia is dying, and all magic has been wiped out by muggles. I need your help to ensure that things go differently this time around, because failure is not an option, and I need to keep myself from being picked up by the DoM."
Silence reigned as the goblin stared at Harry. Finally he shook himself. "How do I know what you say is true?" He grunted.
Harry raised his hand. "I, Harry James Potter, do swear on my life and magic that I will tell Master StoneCrusher the truth in relation to my time traveling experience." So mote it be. Lumos." As magic flashed, a ball of light formed in Harry's hand, and Harry told his story, from beginning to horrible end. By the end of the tale, tears were streaming down Harry's face. "Nox." The light disappeared from Harry's hand as he stopped speaking.
The goblin paled as much as he was able. "I see. How can the goblin nation help, Mr. Potter?"
Harry smiled through his tears. "First, I need an inheritance test. This will give me some options for alternate identities. I know about Peverell, which is the name I gave the Aurors. I'll need to disinherit myself from the Potter line, to keep the timeline somewhat intact for now, and to prevent suspicions. I'll then need help setting myself up as someone other than Harry Potter, and with adopting a child, one Tom Marvolo Riddle. He's in a muggle orphanage when not in Hogwarts. Currently, he's in his third year, and at Hogwarts right now. I'll also need a de-aging potion. I'm sixty, and I need to be around twenty-five or thirty. That should do for starters."
The goblin nodded. "Of course. Here, place your hand on the silver orb for the test. It will start us off in the direction we need to go in."
As Harry did so, the orb went from silver to black to a brilliant gold, before it returned to silver. A parchment appeared in front of StoneCrusher.
Harry James Potter
Born: 7-31-1980
Father: Lord James Charlus Potter
Mother: Lady Lily Rose Potter - nee Evans
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of:
Black (second heir)
Potter (second heir)
Gryffindor
Hufflepuff
Ravenclaw
LeFay
Emrys
Pendragon
Peverell
Other Vaults:
Alteran
Ganos Lao
Moros
Janus
Evans
Harry sighed. It seems this was going to be a bit easier than he thought. "Okay, so I need to claim everything except Black and Potter. Disinherit me from those. I'll change my name to Hadrian Cyrus Peverell, like I was planning. Would you set me up an identity?"
StoneCrusher grinned. "Of course. One Hadrian Cyrus Peverell coming up. I'll also contact the orphanage Tom Riddle is at, and get the paperwork started. I'll have BlackClaw take you down to our healers, and they get right on de-aging you."
Thank you." Harry said gratefully.
Two hours later, Harry walked out of Gringotts with money in his pocket and an appointment to review his homes and vaults in a few hours. First he needed a wand though.
As he entered Ollivander's, Harry sighed as he felt his magic resonate with many wands in the shop. It seemed he would need a custom wand, and Ollivander wasn't known for his. Too many of the wands were resonating with him. An hour later, he emerged with a brand new wand. Ollivander had been shocked. A wand of yew, holly and ash woods had mixed with the venom of a basilisk, the tail feather of a shadow phoenix, and nundu fur. It was a powerful wand, for a powerful wizard, according to the maker. It would do for now. He'd need to make an appointment with a custom wand maker for a truly custom wand in order to have a perfectly matched wand.
As he returned to Gringotts, Harry pondered Tom Riddle. He was thirteen, and a Slytherin. Hopefully, there was still hope when taken back from Albus Dumbledore, who did more harm than good. BlackClaw greeted him when he entered the bank, and proceeded to take him back to StoneCrusher's office.
Fortunately, most of Harry's accounts were fairly straightforward. There was no embezzlement, no red lines. He owned ¾ of Hogwarts, had a family manor for each ancient and noble name, a few townhouses for each ancient and noble name, a few islands, multiple vaults and some business. He owned stocks in almost all the major wizarding companies and some muggle companies, and had more gold than he knew what to do with. First order of business, he appointed StoneCrusher and BlackClaw to his accounts. It was a promotion, and they would do well increasing his vaults. As his account managers, they drew a one percent commission on net profit. Goblins were known to increase a wizards vaults considerably when properly incentivized. Then he called the head elves for each of the names, and instructed them to coordinate together to prepare Peverell Manor for residence. Then, he ordered them to tend to all the other places he owned, making sure to retrieve anything valuable and bring it to Peverell Manor. The library was to be combined, with any copies going to the other libraries, and a potions lab constructed will all the ingredients they could put together. Anything dark or cursed was to be places in a Gringotts vault for later perusal. Then he turned to the other vaults.
While the house elves were working with the goblins to condense all the gold into as few vaults as possible and storing dark artifacts and bringing out all the others, he debated on the Evans Vault, before leaving it. Hopefully his mother would claim it. He never found out of she did or not. He then went to visit the others, knowing it had to do with the aliens that had sired their race. Alteran was a big giveaway.
A trip to the Alteran, Moros, Janus, and Ganos Lao vaults revealed alien artifacts. These, Harry had removed to the LeFay manor for later perusal. The only thing that couldn't leave the vaults was a strange device in the wall of the Alteran vault. Curious, Harry approached, and the thing grabbed his head, dumping information into it. When Harry emerged, it was with copious amounts of new information, including an easier way to establish his people in the stars. They would survive this. They had to. Hermione's sacrifice would not be in vain.