"Harry wakes up in a world of pain, comes to some more realizations about Dumbledore, and gets an inheritance test."

Harry's POV

"-everell? M…ter Pev…ell?"

When Harry began to wake up from his newest death, he found that Death had probably been underestimating how much pain he would be in, upon waking up. His head was fuzzy, his body felt heavy, and there was an unpleasant soreness in each and every single one of his muscles.

"Mister Peverell, are you with us?"

Harry groaned in response to the woman speaking, his eyes cracking open slowly only to slam them shut again because the light was much too bright.

"M'fine." Harry grumbled out as he tried to lift his arms to try to rub at his eyes, only to realize his arms were stuck at his sides by what he assumed was magic.

"Apologies, Mister Peverell, we cannot let you move just yet. There are two Aurors here who would like to talk to you about what happened."

'Death, what the fuck.'

I did mention that you would be in pain upon waking.

'Great. What is my name, by the way? Is it still Harry?'

No, your new name is Hieronymus.

'Well, I can still go by Harry, so that works… Load of a name, though.'

"Mister Peverell, are you still with us?" The woman- who Harry assumed was a mediwitch- asked again as he slowly and blearily opened his eyes and groaned again.

"Yeah, sorry. In a lot of pain." Harry sighed as he laid there, not that he could do much else. He figured he was under some suspicion from the Ministry if he was basically tied up by magic even while half dead.

"It is fine, you just need to answer some questions for the Aurors and we'll release your bindings so you can get up and situate yourself." The mediwitch's tone was somewhat cold and Harry could only assume that it was probably because he was suspicious as hell.

"Gentlemen, please come in." Harry listened as the woman's steps got further away and a door opened, followed by two sets of steps.

"Hello Hieronymus Peverell, I'm Louie Prewett, an Auror from the Ministry of Magic, my colleague and I would like to ask you a few questions, if we may?"

Harry cringed at his new name, his nose scrunching slightly.

"Please, call me Harry, and I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have."

"That is good to hear Mister Peverell, I am Alexander Moody, we were hoping you would be willing to consume a Veritaserum while answering our questions?"

Harry blinked, brain stalling for a moment.

'Death, should I agree? Will I be affected by the Veritaserum?'

I have given you the proper memories, so you will be telling the truth anyway. As for if it will affect you or not, it still works, just not nearly as well as it would on others.

"Sure. I understand with Grindelwald you all want to be careful, so I'd be happy to. Question, however, can I be released from the binding so I can at least sit up?" Harry struggled mildly, to emphasize how he couldn't really move.

"Of course, apologies Mister Peverell." Louie, with a quick swish of his wand, removed the binding spell on Harry who slowly sat up with a loud groan.

He really wanted to do the impossible at that moment and that was to kill Death for making him feel like he was being crucio'd every time he moved.

"Here, drink this." Alexander walked over and provided a vial of what Harry was sure was Veritaserum. Harry took it and quickly drank it without any issue. Finally, after a few minutes, Louie began to ask questions.

"Are you Hieronymus Silas Peverell, son of Silas Benedict Peverell and Mary Sally Peverell née Thompson?" Louie asked.

"Yes." Harry answered bluntly, figuring they were going to start with a simple question to make sure the Veritaserum was working correctly.

"What happened before and during the attack?" Louie continued with his questions.

"My mum had headed out to get supplies, soon after she came back to the hideout, we were attacked. The door was blasted open with what I assume was a Bombarda, and before my parents or I could flee, the surroundings were covered by Fiendfyre so we couldn't escape. Grindelwald's men made sure to bind my father, mother, and I. Then Grindelwald came and began to torture my dad for information regarding some list. After about an hour, my dad was killed. Then Grindelwald did the same to my mother, before killing her as well. Finally, he was working on torturing me, but before he could kill me, your Aurors arrived. As soon as they arrived I ended up passing out. Then I woke up here."

"Alright, do you know why Grindelwald would be seeking out your family?"

"My dad figures he must be a nutter who is after the Hallows, which I'm not even sure are real. My dad insisted they aren't real, but that's the only reason I can assume he'd be after us." Harry shrugged- with great difficulty- before reaching for the glass of water on the stand next to the bed. His throat already hurt before he began talking, and now that he had spoken so much, his throat especially hurt.

"Why is it that only recently, the Peverell name has come back? Why was your father and your family in hiding? As far as anyone was aware, the male line of Peverell died out generations ago."

"Because Grindelwald isn't the only nutter out there. The male line of the Peverells is sacred, and needs to continue, but it has been difficult when random nutters started going after us because they assume the tale of the Three Brothers is real. So, since generations ago, the Peverell male line has been carefully hidden. Honestly, if not for Grindelwald's attack, the Peverell name would have continued to be assumed dead and gone." Harry still held onto the glass of water, taking another sip after he spoke.

"One last question, why do you have the same symbol that Grindelwald is using on your skin?"

'Wait… I have the Hallows symbol on me, why wasn't I told this Death ?'

It is my own marking, after all. So of course I would need to place it somewhere on you.

'Where is it?'

On your nape.

"That symbol originally belonged to the Peverells, and it is passed down from father to son. My own father has- had- it on the back of his neck. You can even check his body." Harry frowned as he reached a hand to rub against the back of his neck. There was no lifted skin like a brand, so the mark was most likely similar to a tattoo, of sorts.

"Alright, Mister Peverell, that is all we need to know. The headmaster of Hogwarts will be coming by to talk with you soon. We figure since you're only fourteen, Hogwarts would be the safest place for you to be, if you'd accept going there." With that, Louie and Alexander left the room, leaving Harry to think about the bullshit he was going to have to go through.

'Death, do I look fourteen? Will I remain looking fourteen like how I looked seventeen when I was Harry Potter?'

No, you will "grow" to look seventeen and remain looking seventeen, not much I can do to change that. Even now you'd look seventeen to others, however I have placed a glamor over you so it seems like you're aging. By the time you leave Hogwarts, you'll have free reign to do whatever, so I doubt anyone would be paying close attention to your lack of aging.

Harry groaned and flopped back onto the hospital bed. He assumed the headmaster- if he recalled his name should be something Dippet- would be by soon, and with him he would most likely bring Dumbledore and if Harry was going to face that old git, he was going to need some rest.

Harry was correct about needing that rest, because as soon as he awoke, Armando Dippet and Albus -list of random names- Dumbledore came in, he could practically feel the inquisitive glare from Dumbledore.

"Hello Mister Peverell, I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet, and my friend and I would like to ask you a few questions, if that is alright?" Harry glanced over Dippet with a curious gaze. The man was old and looked old, but whereas Dumbledore's grandfatherly nature was a sack of lies, this man actually did seem grandfatherly. Harry actually found himself believing somewhat in the gentle tone Dippet used, and found he actually liked the twinkle in Dippet's eyes, as opposed to Dumbledore who made him feel like a rat in a cage.

"That's fine, I've been asked a lot of questions already, I don't mind answering more. Oh, the Aurors from before didn't give the cure to the Veritaserum, so if I could get the cure, that'd be nice. You can still ask me questions in the meantime, seeing as I can't lie." Harry wasn't even ashamed that he was laying on the manipulation thick. Dumbledore had directed his last life like a play, so Harry felt it entirely fair to lead this old git by the nose for a bit.

"Oh, goodness, I'll have the cure brought as soon as we're done here." Dippet offered a genial smile that Harry found that he really liked. Perhaps his misplaced trust in Dumbledore could instead be given to this man instead, at least what little, miniscule trust Harry had left.

It had been a while since Harry had felt much of anything other than mild irritation and boredom, so to have a feeling of tentative trust towards someone was rather nice. Feeling anything at this point was nice, actually.

"Do you work with Grindelwald?" Harry's eyebrows arched up at Dumbledore's quick- and somewhat snappy- question.

"No."

"Why do you not seem affected by your parents death?" Harry's lips twitched at this next question and he- for the first time in many, many years- felt anger.

"My family and I have been on the run since I was eight years old, sir . I've watched friends and allies of my family die since I was young. Forgive me if I'm not completely broken up about something my entire family expected to happen. I was ready to die, sir , but the Aurors managed to come in time and save me." Harry snapped out, not at all hiding his anger.

"Albus, enough." Dippet finally stepped in, glowering at Dumbledore, clearly displeased.

"I apologize, my boy. We need to be careful about who could be associated with Grindelwald, I'm sure you understand." Dippet offered with a gentle smile and suddenly something clicked into place.

Dumbledore basically stole his whole grandfatherly act from Armando Dippet and that was actually somewhat hilarious to Harry.

"It's fine, I understand."

"How would you feel about attending Hogwarts for your fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years? With the wards Hogwarts has, you would be much safer there than any place else." Dippet was clearly moving the direction of the conversation elsewhere, while giving a stern glance at Dumbledore.

"I suppose that would be fine. Where would I go during the holidays and break, though?" That was something Harry was actually worried about. No matter where he went, he had to worry about Grindelwald trying to come after him.

"That is something that can be discussed at another time. School will begin in about a week from now, but for your safety, I feel it better you come to Hogwarts once you're able to walk around." Dippet brushed over Harry's worries- something Harry took note of, but didn't say anything about- and instead focused on getting Harry into Hogwarts where he'd be safe from Grindelwald.

"I can walk now. I'm only in some mild pain, so I could go with you now. I don't have anything to wear, though. Not unless I'm given my bag that was with me." Harry actually very much needed that bag back. It had the carton of endless cigarettes in it, as well as the list that kept all the current whereabouts of each of the Hallows in it. That was the list Grindelwald was after, but even if he got the list, he wouldn't be able to read it unless he was from the male line of the Peverell family.

"Alright! I'll have your bag and the cure for the Veritaserum brought in. After you've dressed, I will bring you to Hogwarts to get you settled in, Hieronymus."

"Ah, call me Harry, please." Harry beamed at Dippet, though his emotions behind it were shallow at best. He'd not felt many, if any, emotions- other than anger- for a very long time, so getting used to emotions was something he was going to have to adjust to.

Just as Dippet promised, Harry was given the cure, was given his bag, and was allowed to dress. After that had been finished, Harry was escorted to Hogwarts where they settled him into a spare room unassociated with any of the houses. He would remain there until he was finally sorted at the Welcoming Feast in a week.

Another thing Harry was allowed to do was to head to Gringotts to get an inheritance test and see what vaults he had under his name. He was also allowed to go to Diagon Alley to pick up his school supplies and some extra clothes. Of course, he had to have an escort, and Dippet was kind enough to allow (maybe bribe, Harry wasn't sure) Alexander Moody to be his escort. Thankfully, Alexander was entirely willing to wait outside of all the establishments Harry needed to visit, which made Harry a bit more comfortable about his would-be privacy while also feeling comfortable that he at least had some defense if Grindelwald's people tried attacking him.

Upon entering Gringotts, Harry was greeted with a sneering Goblin towards the very back of the hallway-like room, sitting at the separated high-rise desk.

"Name." The goblin snapped out, which Harry could hardly blame him, considering what wizardkind had done to the Goblin race.

"Hieronymus Silas Peverell." Harry answered as he looked up at the Goblin. It made him wonder if they had such high desks so they could easily look down at all the wizards who entered the bank. It really wouldn't surprise Harry one bit.

"A Peverell, hm? Haven't had one of you in here for ages. Why're you here?"

"Inheritance test." Harry paused and looked at the nameplate of the Goblin he was talking to- Gnarlclaw. How… very Goblin sounding.

Once upon a time, Harry knew the manners of Goblins, but that'd been well over hundreds of years ago and he had long forgotten.

"Right, come this way, then."

Harry glanced upwards and watched as Gnarlclaw stepped down from the high desk and motioned for him to head to the golden gated door just behind the tall desk. With very little reluctance, Harry followed behind Gnarlclaw, and instead of being led to where the cart to get to the vaults were, he was instead led into another room. As Harry looked around the room, he noticed how very opulent everything was. Gold, trinkets, this's and that's that he couldn't even begin to name.

"Here, slice your hand with this and place three drops of blood onto this scroll." Gnarlclaw stopped at the only desk in the room, pulling out both an opulent dagger with several gems of varying colors and a blank scroll.

Harry did as instructed, not even flinching as the dagger sliced his palm and let his blood drip onto the scroll and watched as words began to form on the scroll in his own handwriting.

HIERONYMUS SILAS PEVERELL

Date of Birth :
July 31st, 1927 (14 years, 0 months, 26 days)

Blood Status :
Halfblood

Parents:
Silas Benedict Peverell (pureblood of the Peverell line) †
Mary Sally Peverell née Thompson (muggleborn of the Le Fay line (very distant)) †

Godparents :
None

Bloodlines:
Peverell (Paternal, Qualified for lordship)
Le Fay (Maternal, Qualified, lordship is lost)
Potter (Paternal, Unqualified for lordship)
Gryffindor (Paternal, Unqualified for lordship)
Slytherin (Maternal, Unqualified for lordship)

Related Bloodlines:
Gaunt (Paternal, Extremely distant)
Nott (Paternal, Extremely distant)
Ollivander (Paternal, Extremely distant)

Vaults:
Peverell Vault (840,234 Galleons, 19 Knuts, 3 Sickles)
Silas & Mary Peverell's Trust Vault (1,385 Galleons, 12 Knuts, 0 Sickles)
Le Fay Vault (Empty)

Estates:
Peverell Manor (Exact address unknown, somewhere in Godric's Hollow, protected by blood wards keyed to Peverell family members, only accessible through portkey held in Gringotts)
Peverell Properties
A manor in Sweden (destroyed), a manor in Russia (destroyed), a manor in Iceland, an apartment in Diagon Alley (All only accessible through portkeys held in Gringotts)

Abilities:
Parselmouth (from the Slytherin line)
Natural Occlumency
Natural Legilimency
Affinity for wandless, wordless magic
Animagus (Black cat, achieved at age 10)
Apparition (achieved at age 11, spliced a small chunk from left thigh)

Harry read over his inheritance test with some surprise. In this life he was still related to the Potters, but he also happened to be related to the Le Fay line, Nott line, Ollivander line, Gryffindor line, Slytherin line, and even the Gaunt line, but all of those were really distant.

"Question, what does the qualified and unqualified mean here?" Harry turned the scroll over for Gnarlclaw to look at and watched as the Goblin sneered. Harry simply assumed the Goblin figured he was an idiot, and seeing as it had been hundreds of years since he last dealt with anything remotely magic- that wasn't himself- he was extremely lost.

"Whether you qualify for the lordship of these lines. If there are closer related living relatives, it will show up as unqualified. Seeing as there are no other closely related Peverells, you qualify for that lordship. Same with Le Fay, but unfortunately that lordship has long since been lost to time." Gnarlclaw explained in a harsh tone.

"How old must I be to access the vaults and claim my lordship?"

"You can only access your parent's trust vault for the time being. You must be sixteen to access the Peverell Vault, however if you get emancipated at fifteen, you can qualify for the lordship and the vault. Otherwise, you must wait until you are seventeen and graduated from Hogwarts to claim the lordship and vault." Gnarlclaw explained as though this was the most obvious thing and Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"How does one go about getting emancipated?"

Gnarlclaw let out a long sigh, sounding as though he much rather be doing literally anything else than talking to Harry.

"You go to the Ministry of Magic with your inheritance test and your parent's death certificates. With the inheritance test, it will show that you have vaults and properties under your name, which will make getting emancipated much easier. Anything else, Mister Peverell?" Gnarlclaw looked at Harry expectantly, his finger tapping impatiently at his desk.

"No, that's all, thank you."

And with that, Harry was led out of Gringotts with the bag that connected to his parent's trust vault. Though the money wasn't a lot, it would last him at least until he was fifteen and could get emancipated. Thankfully his birthday was still in July, which meant he could easily get emancipated during the summer and move into any of the many still-standing properties his family had. He was stuck between the apartment and the manor in Godric's Hollow. For now, however, he needed to get on with his Hogwarts's shopping before Dippet sent someone else to gather him.

If, Merlin forbid, Dippet sent Dumbledore to gather him, Harry would end up irate for the rest of the day. Although Dumbledore had a tight hold on his grandfatherly façade later on in life, he did not seem to have such a tight grip on it just yet. Not to mention that Harry could constantly feel Dumbledore trying to get eye contact, no doubt to try and read his thoughts.

At least with Alexander Moody there, Harry didn't feel like someone was breathing down his neck and another thing Harry especially liked was that Alexander wasn't drilling him and kept silent. If the man was just a bit more attractive and not more than twice the age he was pretending to be, Harry would find Alexander an ideal partner.

A/N; btw you can imagine Harry however you please, btw. If you want images, go ahead and check out the story on AO3 under the same title and author name.

So, Harry's Inheritance Test probably is a little confusing. I looked through the family tree of the Peverells, and realized that although similar blood does run through Slytherin, Gaunt, Sayre, Steward, Black, Gryffindor, etc lines, where I want to place Harry's Peverell ancestor doesn't work with some of those lines. Harry's Peverell ancestor is the second, hidden son of Ignotus Peverell, whose line has married briefly into the Potter line, Nott line, and the Ollivander line. As for Harry's mom's ancestors, she's from a long line of muggles, but at one point had a (possibly a squib) Slytherin relation, but her original line came from one of Morgan Le Fay's descendants. As for how Silas, Harry's father, is a pureblood… bro idk, run with it. Tbh the incest in these wizard family lines are confusing af and if I tried to figure out Slias' bloodline, I'd be here all year.