Betrayal, Secrets, and Time
By Lyz135
Title: Betrayal, Secrets, and Time
Author: Lyz135
Type: Time-travel! fic/ Super! Harry/ Dumbledore/Weasley (minus twins)! Bashing, Lurry!ship
Relationships: Harry/Luna/Neville, Sirius/OC, Blaise/Daphne, Fred/Hermione/George, others TBA...
Summary: A few hours after the Battle of Hogwarts (book version just a bit more intense, the movie version is very anticlimactic and boring) Harry receives a letter from Gringotts, summoning him immediately. During the meeting, many things are brought to the forefront leaving Harry feeling broken and betrayed. "Savior of the Wizarding World...Hah! Nothing more than a naïve boy."
Disclaimer: I have not, and will not, ever own any rights to the characters that JK Rowling has created and used her own plot, anything you may recognize goes to the infamous author. However, I do have a few of my own characters joining the fray and a new plot. THIS IS MY DISCAIMER FOR THE ENTIRE STORY.
"regular speak"
'thoughts'
"parseltongue"
(dedication to the books in which they came from)
Lists
"Foreign Languages"
Devine Entity/Deity Speaking
A/N: In the last chapter, I had killed off Hermione. That was intentional. I felt like it was completely irrational that during the war, in which the trio played a huge roll in, that Hermione or Ron didn't die; seeing as Harry had walked into a killing curse, talked to Dumbledore, survived it, and then fought again. A little odd, yeah? It completely irritates me. Like, "Yeah, I think I'm going to kill off Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Fred, four people who are close to Harry in some way but aren't really essential to the plot-line." And how they all come out of it relatively unharmed, it completely aggravates me. Like, "hmm. . .that's a good idea. Let's kill off Colin Creevey, a Fifth Year Gryffindor who worships Harry. Or hmm. . .Let's have Fenrir Greybeck attack Lavender Brown, the vain, pretty girl who once dated Ron but we don't know much about." The only character deaths I do approve of in this book, because they are pretty justified are Cedric Diggory, because he was in the wrong place at the right time; Albus Dumbledore, because he's a meddling old coot and could have prevented these issues decades before Harry was born; Severus Snape, because he caused Voldemort to attack the Potters and he was a rotten teacher besides 9/10 spies are caught and killed anyways; and Peter Pettigrew, because he betrayed his friends and set one up to go to Azkaban, while leaving the other to struggle to live life.
Chapter 3) Cracking open the Skeletons
It was three days after the battle had ended, and Harry's body was finally showing signs of him waking from his slumber. Luna had spent countless hours pouring potions down his throat, and casting several healing charms, the last few days; meanwhile Neville had closed off the room, and warded it to the point of no entry or exit besides the House Elves. Kreacher had all but taken it upen himself to keep "Young Master from dying," he set the room up as a makeshift hospital wing. With its very own potions lab in the corner, and a kitchenette off to the other side. There were three beds, and one was always occupied, while the other two were occupated once in a while.
A twitch of a hand drew the attention of Neville and, by extension, Luna when Neville pulled her arm so that she was facing Harry. A few grumbles and a pained moan escaped the black-haired teen.
"Oh, Harry." Luna breathed a sigh of relief as she saw his body awakening from its slumber. She quickly moved to his side and gripped his hand tightly. "Don't panic, Harry. Stay calm. It will reduce the pain if you don't move."
Neville moved over to his other side, the Sword of Gryffindor being set against the stone wall. "It's over, mate. The war, I mean." Neville grasped Harry's uninjured shoulder, in silent support and then sat down in the chair.
"The Weasleys went back home, and Kingsley is the Interim Minister." Neville continued when he was comfortable.
It took several more hours before Harry had the strength to open his eyes, and with help he sat up. "I..." His voice was rough due to being unused for several days. He cleared his throat and winced. "Bloody hell, that hurt. Anyway, I heard what Neville said, so no need to repeat."
He looked around, and sighed. "Why are you two the ones with me?" He glanced at Luna and then his eyes shifted to Neville. "Ron and Hermi-"
Tears formed in his eyes as he started to remember the last few moments of the battle. "She's gone..? And Ron..he left with his family." and the tears started falling, as he began to feel an immense sense of guilt and grief. A grief-filled scream erupted from Harry's injured body, as sobs racked his body. "They left me-"
Luna instantly climbed on the bed and started humming an old wizarding lullaby as she hugged Harry to her side. "Shh...Harry...all will be fine. Everything will get better Harry."
Harry clung to her, despite the pain from the action and continued crying until exhaustion swept him back into the land of sweet darkness. Luna stayed in her spot beside him, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair as she hummed. Neville stayed in his chair and felt his eyes grow misty as he thought of Hermione. The bookworm, who held the heart of a lion. A fierce warrior, but an even more loyal friend. She was someone who could have changed the wizarding world for the better. And as he thought of all the good times he had seen her spend with Harry, and had witnessed himself, the tears started to fall over the brim.
'War isn't fair...but taking one of the brightest and best people from us...its abhorent.'
Luna was thinking of Hermione, as well. Of her first true female friend. Hermione had accepted Luna, magical creature babble and dreamy look. Not once calling her loony, or bullying her in any other way. Hermione even agreed that if evidence was provided for each creature Luna talked about, she would stop questioning the creatures. Luna was planning to give evidence after the war...'Now I won't be able too.' At that thought a small sob left Luna's mouth, and she curled around Harry.
-TIME SKIP-
It has been a week since Harry first woke up, he had been able to move around two days later though he still felt incredible pain. Everyone was still mourning the deaths of everyone. Fred...Tonks...Lupin...Hermione...Colin...and so many others. Yet what hurt Harry the most was that the Weasleys had left, without knowing where Harry was. They didn't even ask.
Three days ago, the pain had receded to just a tingling feeling, and was also the day he started receiving mail. Some were red, howlers, and some were letters, thanking him for his selflessness, and others were the more important. These letters were from Gringotts. They were basically the same thing, condemning him for not responding to their letters over the last 17 years.
'If I had known they were trying to contact me, I would've responded back!' Harry thought angrily, as he also thought, 'Why the hell am I just now getting these letters? Some of these are dated from years ago! Who was keeping my mail?!'
He had pulled out a fresh piece of parchment, and asked if Luna-who had the neater handwriting of the three; to write out the Response Letter. As it were Harry, spent hours thinking and wording his letter, to enforce his gratitude to them for caring for his vaults during his time of blissful ignorance and also informing the Goblins that he had not received any of their letters; he also had to make sure that Luna added in his deepest and sincerest apologies that they robbed and damaged their bank and stole their dragon. He chuckled nervously at the looks sent to him by both Neville and Luna. "It wasn't part of the original plan." He said in explanation as to why they did it.
Today, however, was different. Harry had been summoned immediately, and told to bring only two others he trusted explicitly. With a pang of grief in his heart, he realized that a month ago it had been Ron and Hermione by his side. Now it was Luna and Neville. They nurtured him to health, and are helping him to make things right with the magical creatures of Wizarding Britain and Scotland. So as he gritted his teeth, from the pain of rushing around to make himself look presentable, he had finally finished and stood beside Neville; Luna was just skipping out of the Bathroom. Her hair in two french-braids, her wand tucked behind her ear, and her flowing white-yellow dress made her glow. After she joined them, Harry pointed his wand at the piece of parchment and muttered the activation code, 'May gold always flow.'
As they landed from the portkey, Harry looked around. He was still feeling very cautious, and having someone sneak up on him would not be well. He spotted a Goblin Guard standing by a door, and immediately began walking towards him. "Hello. I'm here to see King Ragnok, and Account Manager Ripscale." The guard looked at Neville and Luna, before motioning them to follow him through the winding and twisting halls of Gringotts.
Luna was humming softly, and Neville was shaking his head exasperatedly. Harry was nervous, he could feel a finger or two twitch. The last time he was here, he had broken the treaty between Wizard and Goblin. He hoped he could fix the riff he created.
Luna stopped humming, and looked at Harry, her eyes unnaturally clear; though her voice was still dreaming. "Stop worrying, Harry. Everything will be fine. A few explanations, a few tests, a discussion, and then you can talk options." Harry stared at her with wide eyes.
'Bloody hell, they never said anything about tests...or options. Only explanations and reparations.'
He came out of his thoughts as the group came to a halt outside of an office door. and after a swift knock, the Goblin and the three Humans entered the office. The Goblin bowed, introduced the three, and then left. After watching the Goblin swiftly leave, the three turned their attention back to King Ragnok and Ripscale. Harry taking the Goblin's initiative, bowed to the King, and then took a seat when the surprised Goblin King asked him and his friends to sit.
"It has come to my attention, Mr. Potter, that you haven't been receiving your mail. Also, that you haven't take up the title as Head of the Potter and Black families. Normally we would close all accounts and freeze them until you did, but we understand why you didn't. You had a war to fight." The King started, and then turned towards the second Goblin, Ripscale. "I will watch from here. Proceed."
Harry watched in apprehension as a huge stack of paper's fell in front of Ripscale. "Hadrian James Potter-Black, we at Gringotts have been greatly insulted by your lack of response, your disregard for the safety of those who are employed by Gringotts, and that you stole something from our vaults and then rode away on our dragon." Harry was silent as the Goblin read off his actions, that were against the Goblin Nation, and he could've sworn he saw a small smirk on the King's lips. "What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Potter?"
Harry cleared his throat, and then looked up at the Goblin in shame, "I can only say that had I known that the Goblin Nation had tried to contact me, I would've contacted them immediately. Also, and forgive me for saying this, but nobody...not even the Goblin Nation was safe from the reign of Voldemort. I stole something from the bank, and rode out on the back of your dragon-of which was not the plan-, because there was an object hidden in a Death Eaters vault that aided in the destruction of the Dark Lord." Harry looked down, thinking deeply. "Griphook, he brought us in, and then he betrayed us. We were going to grab the thing and leave. But Plans changed." His fists clenched tightly, nails biting into his school, as he struggled to keep the anger of the betrayal at bay.
"Are you saying, Mr. Potter, that one of our own, of his own free will, helped you?" The King said, sharply.
"Yes, sir. We had Gryffindor's sword. And knew that, even if the sneaky bastard had kept it, we could've called on it at any point. Which we did." Harry couldn't help snarling the last bit. His anger was slowly rising at the Goblin, who caused this.
"What was in the vault that you so desperately needed?" Harry looked up at the Goblin. His mind playing a kind of war, before his rational side won.
"A Horcrux. It was in Lady Hufflepuff's Chalice...We had to destroy it, of course. Because that was the only way we knew how to." Harry said, with disgust in his voice.
"An abomination in my Vaults?!" The King snarled, and Harry shifted to face the King and put himself in front of his friends.
Ripscale looked like he was going to be sick, all color drained from his face. Luna was staring at the King, while Neville moved to Luna's side. Luna then said in her soft, whimsical voice. "All eight of them have been destroyed, King Ragnok. And Voldemort will never set foot on this earth again."
The King gave a start and stared at her. And stared. And finally his brain caught up to what she said. He nodded his head and motioned for Ripscale to continue. Ripscale took a few moments to collect himself, "Now that that is settled, we can move onto our next subject. Your inheritance test, then your ability test, if you need a Healer after that we will assist, and finally we will discuss your accounts."
Harry, still dumbfounded, just nodded at the Goblin. And as he watched the goblin, a ritual bowl and knife appeared on the table. "Mr. Potter, pick up the Cultrum hæreditatem* in your left hand and pull it across your right palm." Harry stared at it for moment, and after a nudge from Neville picked up the knife and pulled it across his palm. "Very good, Mr. Potter. Now place your hand above the Crater hæreditatem*, the wound will heal itself after the correct amount of blood has filled it." Harry watched fascinated as the wound sealed itself when the bowl filled itself two-thirds of the way. "Now, I will place this sheet of paper into the Crater hæreditatem and when it's finished gathering the information we will be able to read it."
So they sat, and watched as the paper sat soaking in part of the blood. Harry was nervous, and his two friends were staring at the Crater hæreditatem hoping it would hurry up. Ragnok, had become interested in the paper, after two minutes of it soaking. Meanwhile, Ripscale was watching the faces of those in the room with a bemused expression. Finally, after another minute in the Crater hæreditatem, the piece of paper floated out and landed in front of Harry. "Would you like me to read out its findings?" He asked towards the King.
The King looked at the paper in thought. "Yes, please?"
Harry took a deep breath and looked at the Inheritance Test.
Inheritance Test
Name: Hadrian James Potter-Black
Parents: Lillian Elizabeth Potter nee Evans(mother-halfblood), James Charlus Potter(father-pureblood), Sirius Orion Black(blood-adopted father-pureblood)
Titles:
Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter(Paternal)
Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black(Paternal)
Head of the Most Ancient and Revered House of Peverell(Paternal)
Head of the Most Ancient and Revered House of Slytherin(Magic)
Head of the Most Ancient and Revered House of Gryffindor(Paternal)
Head of the Most Ancient and Revered House of Ravenclaw(Maternal)
Head of the Most Ancient and Most Revered House of Le Fay(Maternal)
Head of the Noble House of Evans(Maternal)
Crowned Prince of Vox Dracones*(Magic)
Wills: Lily Potter's(unread, sealed), James Potter's(unread, sealed). Sirius Black's(read, sealed)
Accounts:
Vault 1: Vox Dracones-Crown, Money, Dragon Egg, Vox Dracones Library, Wand, Heirlooms
Vault 3: Le Fay -Money, Armor, Basilisk Eggs, Le Fay Library, Wand, Heirlooms
Vault 4: Gryffindor-Money, Hibernating Baby Gryffon, Weapons, Gryffondor Library, Wand, Heirlooms
Vault 6: Ravenclaw-Money, Shadow Phoenix Egg, Charmed Clothes, Ravenclaw Library, Wand, Heirlooms
Vault 7: Slytherin-Money, Sphynx Cub, Potions, Potion Ingredients, Slytherin Library, Wand, Heirlooms
Vault 8: Peverell-Money, Chests/Trunks, Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, Peverell Library, Heirlooms
Vault 131: Black-Money, Furniture, Armor, Black Library, Wands, Heirlooms
Vault 141: Potter-Money, Furniture, Trunks/Chests, Armor, Wills, Portraits, Potter Library, Wands, Heirlooms
Vault 400: Evans-Money, Furniture, Trunks/Chests, Evans Library, Wands, Heirlooms
Harry was in shock. He had money. Lots of it. He was a heir to three of THE Founders of the school he went to. 'I'M A CROWNED PRINCE...' Harry felt like he was going to pass out, or worse get sick...he had to get control of himself. Now is not the time to act like a blabbering fool!
King Ragnok cleared his throat. And stared at the young man in front of him. "Mr. Potter, we realize this is a lot. But now, we must have you take the ability test. Before we continue any further. You cannot take up your Lordships until after we have you checked by a Healer as well. Do you understand?" He watched as the boy, took in the words and turn towards him.
"Yes, sir. I understand perfectly." And so they went through another blood ritual with the Cultrum habebat* and the Crater habebat*, and did the waiting process for about the same amount of time as the Inheritance testing.
Ability Test
Name: Hadrian James Potter-Black
Parents: Lillian Elizabeth Potter nee Evans(mother), James Charlus Potter(father), Sirius Orion Black(blood-adopted father)
Abilities:
Transfiguration Master(Paternal-Potter)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Charms Master(Maternal-Ravenclaw)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Dark Arts Master(Maternal-Le Fey)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Light Arts Master(Maternal-Evans)- blocked 50% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Master of Death(Paternal-Peverell)- achieved due to collecting the Hallows; May 2, 1998
Parseltongue(Magic-Slytherin)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D, failed; placed November 1st, 1981, failed October 31, 1992
Weapons Master(Paternal-Gryffindor)- blocked 93% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Beast Speaker(Magic-Vox Dracones)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Metamorphmagus(Paternal-Black)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Other Blocks:
Magical Core(Grey/Neutral)- blocked 82% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Natural Occlumency- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Natural Ligilimency- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Multianimagus- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Eidetic Memory- blocked 73% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Carrier Gene- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Godfather Bond(Sirius Black)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed September 1st, 1981
Pack Bond(Remus Lupin)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed April 1st, 1981
Creature Inheritance(Elf/Vampire hybrid)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Alliance Bonds(Longbottom, Bones, Abbott, Lovegood, Greengrass, Davies, Smith)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Family Bond(Dudley-cousin)- blocked 95% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Family Bond(Petunia-Aunt)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed November 1st, 1981
Family Bond(Hermione-sisterly)- blocked 67% by A.P.W.B.D; placed March 1st, 1992
Soulbound(Neville Longbottom)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed September 1st, 1991
Soulbound(Luna Lovegood)- blocked 100% by A.P.W.B.D; placed September 1st, 1992
Potions/Charms/Spells:
Blood Glamour- placed by A.P.W.B.D; on November 1st, 1981
Loyalty Charm- placed by A.P.W.B.D; on November 1st, 1981
Loyalty Potions Keyed to Ginevra Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Albus Dumbledore- First given July 31st, 1991; Last given December 13th, 1997
Love Potion Keyed to Ginevra Weasley- First given August 5th, 1995; last given July 31st, 1997
Distrust Spell keyed to Severus Snape- placed by A.P.W.B.D; placed on September 1st, 1991
Distrust Spell keyed to Slytherin- placed by A.P.W.B.D; placed on September 1st, 1991
Hatred Potion keyed to Draco Malfoy- placed by A.P.W.B.D; first given September 3rd, 1991, last given June 5th, 1997
Horcrux(Tom Marvolo Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldemort)- monitored by A.P.W.B.D; removed by Killing Curse on May 2nd, 1998
Harry could feel a rage boiling beneath the surface, wishing to be let out on the people who've been poisoning his mind and body. Harry didn't realize he stood up until a very pissed off Neville, and a completely stone-cold Luna, grabbed his arms and moved him back to his seat. That however did not stop some of the things around the room from shattering, as Harry's power was released in undiluted waves. The Goblins, could practically taste the anger coming off the magic. Suddenly, it was all gone. There were no torrents of magical power falling off the boy in waves, there was no anger in eyes or on his face, however there was a glint in his eye that promised retribution.
"I'd like to see that Healer now. I would also like for these two to have Inheritance and Ability Tests done. I'd like to know what Dumbledork and his merryband of idiots has done to my soulmates." There was no denying that the man sat in front of Ripscale and Ragnok was pissed. That was honestly an understatement. This wizard was likely to go on a warpath, and soon. King Ragnok tilted his head to the side as a thought flitted through his head. 'Hmm...maybe that could work, it would gain us his favor and change quite a bit.' Ragnok had summoned a Healer, who was on call, to meet the group in the office.
The Goblin Healer came in and bowed to the King, "Sir, how can I help?"
Harry picked up the Ability Test and handed it to her. "Is there anyway you can undo the damage of this, as well as that of long-term abuse?" The Healer glanced across the page, and by the end she was snarling and threatening to raise the dead. She nodded at the Potter-Black Heir and beckoned him to follow her.
Harry turned towards Luna and Neville. His eyes fixated on Luna, "You'll be safe? If something bothers you, tell Neville. Neville will get ahold of me." He turned to his old dormmate, "Neville, protect the little lady. Yeah? I'll be back shortly." He gripped Neville's forearm as a 'goodbye gesture' and then pulled Luna into a tight hug. "You both take the tests. We'll get this handled today." He turned and nodded to the Goblins before heading towards the Healer, who seemed to be losing her patience on waiting for him. "I'm ready, when you are, Ma'am."
She smirked at him, and it unsettled Harry slightly. "Come along then." She turns on her heel and starts walking down the hall, quickly. As he catches up to her, she turns a corner and stops befor a door. "You'll have to go through a cleansing ritual. It'll clear all potions, spells, and binds on you. It'll also fix malnourishment, and any injuries you may have sustained. Of course you'll be keeping all your scars, we don't have anything to remove them. You're eyesight might fix itself as well, Mr. Potter. You'll be in pain as your Creature Inheritance takes action. Strip down, Mr. Potter, and lay in the center of the floor. Now!" She said the last part in a harsh tone and Harry jumped into action, he did not want to piss off someone who was willing to help him, and his soulmates.
The Goblin Healer and a few other Goblin Warriors had begun to chant around Harry, in the shape of a pentagon with him laying in the center of it. He could feel his body tensing as it felt the magic swim across his body, it was not threatening but assessing. Harry willed his body to calm, so that he may concentrate on what was happening. There was a pain forming in his chest; it felt as if someone was squeezing a part of him in hopes that it would explode. Harry realized that it was Dumbledore's magic surrounding his core. He had to remain relaxed, but he desperately wanted to help them rid his-
Blinding white pain flashed through out his entire body as the bindings were shattered, his magical backlash from it sent the Goblins flying back into a wall, knocked unconscious. Harry himself was gritting his teeth in a pained attempt to avoid screaming out. His body felt like it was tearing itself apart and putting itself back together. He remained conscious until his body started to undergo its Creature Inheritance. His back arched off the ground, and a short scream escaped his lips before he clamped his mouth shut, then he welcomed the darkness's embrace of solitude; He could still feel the pain, that was being sent through his body as he continuously healed and grew-in both height and muscle. Hours later, he woke up to the Healer glaring at him as she ran a few health checks over him. Her wand moving in a blur, and shortly after she had finished with her assessment. "Well, Mr. Potter, thank you for the concussion," she said, in thick sarcasm. "But you seem to be healthy, let's get you back to your soulmates and get them fixed up. Yeah?"
Harry wasn't paying attention to her though. His eyes had caught the mirror that was hanging on the door. He looked nothing like James Potter anymore. Yes the resemblance was there, but he wasn't his 'twin' anymore. His eyes were a sharper emerald color, a few shades darker than what his mother's were. His height increased to roughly 6 foot 3 inches; And his arms, legs and abdominals seemed to have gained a lot more muscle. His hair, which framed his face went below his shoulders, and while it was a mass of raven curls, you could see streaks of fiery red; he had some more of his mum's attributes. His face seemed more angelic, it had a soft look to it. You wouldn't be able to tell that Harry was a predator. It almost seemed unrealistic; his movements seemed to have gained a fluidity and grace that probably came from his Creature Inheritance.
He was deadly, yet angelic.
A friendly face, yet dangerous foe.
'Enemies of the Heir, beware. Indeed!' Harry thought with a smirk, that seemed to sharpen his features slightly.