(AN: I don't own the Potterverse. All rights belong to Mrs Joanne K Rowling. I make no money from this, and I'm certainly not a Red-haired British author born July 31st 1965.)

"Speech"

"Foreign Language"

"Translation of a foreign Language"

'Thoughts'

Spells and Incantations

"Prophecy"

'Non-Verbal Magic'

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Narrator

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Written words (Letters, Books, etc.)

Chapter 4: I'm rich!

Harry POV

Wednesday, July 31st 1991 5:48 PM, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, London, UK

As I was led through the bank by a Goblin I pondered the events of the last twenty-four hours.

I had accomplished quite a few of my goals. I was thinking about what else I'd have to do before the start of the next school year when my goblin escort stopped. He handed me a bag and said "This is our muggle entrance. If you ever want to return through here, ask for Financial Advisor Robert Johnson. He's a squib under our employ."

I was extremely confused about what he was talking about when I opened the door and walked into an office. There was a man sitting behind a desk. He didn't even look up at me, he pointed at the other door and said. "Out the door, turn right, end of the second hallway on the left. Gringotts hopes you have a pleasant rest of your day."

I smiled. "Thank you, sir." I followed the instructions and walked into a big open hall. Only to see I was in a Barclays bank. I walked out the big front door and saw a taxi waiting. I approached it.

"Are you mister Harry Potter?" The tall driver asked.

I nodded. "Yes sir." I got in the car and said "To Westfield shopping center please."

I looked into my bag and found among other things a money bag, a credit card, a debit card and some documents for a hotel reservation in my name. I also saw a book on Goblin Culture, Language and Traditions.

There was a note on the money bag, it looked like a black purse with a magnetic closing system. It said "Put your finger on the magnetic lock and push with your magic. Then open the bag."

I did, and it glowed slightly. I tried to open the bag and it worked perfectly. There was a note inside, it said "If anyone else tries to open this bag they won't like the consequences." Under the note was a bundle of £20 notes tied together with a rubber band. And an enormous pile of gold I could probably hide myself under.

As I was pondering what on earth I could do with G50.000, the car slowed down and the driver said "That'll be £27.40." Right, I said. Then I grabbed my money bag and pulled out two £20 bills. and handed it to the driver "Keep the change." I said, I was feeling generous, besides I felt bad that the guy had to stand outside the bank waiting for me. "Thank you, sir." He smiled back.

I walked in, and walked towards the map and looked for a store name I recognized. I smiled as I found an Abercrombie and Fitch. I went towards it and started browsing. After a while an employee walked towards me and smilingly said "May I help you?". I sighed relievedly "Ah, yes. Our house burned down yesterday, I managed to borrow some old clothes from a neighbour so I wouldn't have to come shopping in my pyjamas, but I do need an entire new wardrobe now."

The employee's eyes sparkled. "I'm sorry about your home, but I'm happy to help. Call me Jane."

"Well if I am to call you Jane, call me Harry."

She practically dragged me along for hours. When she wasn't looking I also grabbed a few clothes a few sizes larger. For my Tyler Tremblay persona, I was lucky she wasn't also the cashier.

(-oIOIo-) Harry POV Wednesday, July 31st 1991 7:56 PM, Abercrombie and Fitch, Westfield, London, UK

I let out a ragged breath as I left the store. I'd spent the last 2 hours shopping. It'd cost me £4734. And I was now carrying 9 shopping bags.

I walked outside and looked around. I saw an empty taxi and hailed it "Taxi!"

"Where to guv?" the taxi driver asked, he had what I thought was a typical London accent. I wasn't sure, having grown up in a cupboard then spent the majority of my time in a magical boarding school in Scotland.

"The Londoner Hotel, Leicester square." I said distractedly, I'd seen it written on the hotel papers my account manager had given me earlier.

The taxi driver nodded and said "Of course, sir.".

I pondered how I was supposed to enter my room without having too many questions asked about an underfed 11 year old with no documentation booking a £2000 room in a very fancy hotel. I hoped Ragnok had thought of it so I looked into the bag Gringotts had given me and found an envelope at the bottom.

"Mister Potter,

Your hotel room was booked under your alias of Tyler Tremblay. There is a fake muggle Canadian passport, however it isn't legally registered so try not to get arrested with it. And if you do. You're welcome to call 020 0500 5481, for a fee.

His Royal Highness Prince Ragnok VIII

Account manager for the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Potter."

I chuckled lightly. 'Greedy bastards.' I thought.

At this moment the taxi driver cleared his throat. "We're here, sir." He said. "Well, not exactly here. We can't get on Leicester square by car. That'll be £25.30."

I nodded, then handed him another two £20 bills, "Keep the change, and have a nice evening."

I saw there was a library across the road so I went in there, and went to the bathroom. I went into a stall and changed into my Tyler Tremblay persona, this time at the right height. I left the bathroom, and the library. Crossed the street and entered the hotel.

I went to the reception and handed over my passport and the hotel paperwork Gringotts had arranged for me. "Good evening Mister Tremblay. The gentleman behind reception said, if you don't mind me saying so. You look like you've had a terrible day."

I smiled at him, "I don't mind at all, sir. I have had a terrible day. My house burned down last night. Lost all my properties, including clothes. I have an entire day of shopping to look forward to, tomorrow."

"Mister Tremblay, a Deluxe king city view. The Twelfth floor room 1219."

I signed some papers, was handed my key and was pointed towards the elevator. I found room 19 and opened it. It looked awesome, I was saddened I would only stay for a single night.

I swan-dived onto the bed and sighed, before getting back up and grabbing my set of larger clothes. I went to take a shower and put on the set of clothes. Then I grabbed my credit card and went downstairs. Before I entered the hotel restaurant I frowned and quickly went to the bathroom. I focussed and cast a wandless glamour on my credit card, it was rather tiring but I managed to change the name on the card to Tyler Tremblay.

(-oIOIo-)

Harry POV

Thursday, August 1st 1991 8:09 AM, The Londoner, Leicester Square, London, UK

I woke up in my comfy soft bed. It felt like I was sleeping on a cloud, I think. I had no idea what a cloud actually felt like, probably cold and wet.

I shook my head, then got up and showered. I thought for a moment and changed into some new clothes. Then I thought for a moment, before saying. I, Harold James Potter. Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, call unto me the Head House-Elf for the House of Potter.

A moment later I heard a crack before hearing a squeaky voice "Little Master Harry! Bes it really yous?" I looked down and saw an elf wearing… a suit? He was wearing Black pants and vest, with red accents, and a red shirt with black accents. There was a crest on the breast, it was gold-coloured. I thought it was the Potter crest.

I shook myself out of my musings. "Yes, I'm Harry. James and Lily's son. I just became Lord Potter. What's your name and title?"

"I bes Greyclay, Greyclay bes Major-domo of House of Potter. I bes head elfy of all elveses in all Potter properties in the worldies." The elf I now knew as Greyclay said.

"How many Potter elves are there? And how many Potter properties?" I questioned the little creature.

"There is being 9 Potter properties, and 39 Potter elveses." The Major-domo answered proudly.

"Awesome, what properties are they?" I asked excitedly.

"There is being Potter Castle, Dowager's Dwelling, Lily's Pad, Potter Cottage, Potter Villa near Marseille, the Potter Vineyard, residenza estiva Potter, residencia de Verano Potter, and Isle Potter." He said, again looking rather proud.

"Isle Potter?" I asked.

"There is being a Potter islandsy in Carraibianies. It bes having big villa."

"That sounds wonderful." Then I thought for a moment. "Could you please charm my clothes to fit my body size?" He nodded, then snapped his fingers. I closed my eyes, concentrated and felt myself grow, and my body change. I turned into Tyler Tremblay. I looked down, and saw my clothes now fit.

"Could you take the bags here to the master bedroom at Potter Castle?"

"Of course master Harry." He said proudly.

Then I walked out again. I paid at the reception downstairs, then went outside and walked towards Barclay's on Charing Cross Road. I walked in and went to one of the cashiers.

"Harry Potter here to see Financial Advisor Robert Johnson, please." I said to one of the tellers.

She answered, "Of course mister Potter." Then she pointed "That hallway, turn right. Third door on the left, it has a little plaque on the door."

"Thank you, ma'am." I smiled, then followed the path she had told me to.

I knocked on the door and said, "Mister Johnson, I'm passing through to Gringotts please."

Mister Johnson pressed a button and the bookshelf opened up, it had a hidden door behind it. "Gringotts hopes you have a nice day." He said, still without looking up from the paperwork he was doing.

I closed the door behind me before turning back into myself, I felt my clothes also shrink down.

There was a Goblin sitting behind the desk doing parchmentwork. "May your enemies die at your blade, and their gold flow into your vault. Would you please inform His Royal Highness the Honourable Account Manager Ragnok VIII that Lord Potter is available at his leave." I said respectfully.

The Goblin blinked for a moment, then blinked again. "And may your enemies suffer at the tip of your wand and your vaults overflow with their gold. I shall have His Royal Highness informed at once Lord Potter."

Then he rang a bell, and a moment later another Goblin ran into the room. The Goblin behind the counter said something in Cobolorian. Cobolorian was the real name of the Goblin language, it came from the word Cobolorum, which meant Goblin in Latin. As I thought about what I'd learnt in the book Ragnok had sold me the Goblin messenger returned.

"Lord Potter, Ragnok will see you now." The Goblin said before barking what I thought was an order at the messenger.

After having walked towards Ragnok's office for awhile we arrived. I knocked and when I was told enter I walked in. "Account Manager Ragnok, may your vaults overflow and your enemies start sobbing at the sight of you."

"And may your enemies die a horrible death and your vaults grow exponentially. Which I'm hoping I can take care of for you. I see you read the book I sold you."

"I started reading it. It seemed very interesting." I said.

"If I may, Harry. I'm quite impressed with your negotiating skills." Ragnok smirked.

(-oIOIo-)

Harry POV

Thursday, August 1st 1991 11:13 AM, Diagon Alley, London, UK

I was walking out of Gringotts looking like Tyler Tremblay. We'd signed the documents making Ragnok the account manager for all my families, and we'd gone through my properties, both physical and financial.

I walked into an alleyway and called Greyclay.

"What cans Greyclay bes doings for yous master Harry?" I heard a squeaky voice following a soft pop.

"Are there any robes at Potter Castle that still look like nearly new? Preferably robes whose size can be adjusted to mine?" I asked.

"I bes going looking master Harry." He said enthusiastically. Then he suddenly popped away.

I felt a little awkward standing around alone in an alleyway. When after a minute Greyclay popped back holding a black robe with golden accents and a golden Potter crest, and black shoes.

"Master James bes buyings this robe and the shoesies before Master James and Mistress Lily bes taking yous into hidings. Master James bes never wearings thems outside twillfitty." He said. Tearing up a little at the mention of my parents.

I smiled at him "Could you set up a notice-me-not ward around us?".

He snapped his long fingers "It bes done Master Harry."

I nodded and turned back into myself, this time taller. I estimated my body shape when I was done with the potions regime. Then I stripped down to my new underwear and socks then putting on the robe and shoes. Then I frowned. "Could you please adjust my clothes to fit properly, and please change the gold in the crest to silver." Greyclay snapped his fingers and I felt my clothes fit my size. I smiled "Thank you. Could you send my new clothes back to Potter Castle please. And please remove the privacy field before leaving." I asked the short house-elf. "I'll probably be coming to Potter Castle tonight."

The house elf cheered, then looked embarrassed, he snapped his fingers and the environment blurred a little before he popped away.

I walked towards Ollivander's and opened the door. A little bell rang and I closed the door behind me.

"Good day, mister Potter. I've been expecting you." I heard a voice behind me. I jumped and turned around only to see Garrick Ollivander smiling at me from behind the desk.

"It seems only yesterday that your parents were here buying their own wands." The Wandmaker said. "Your father was chosen by an 11 inches long wand, pliable, made of mahogany with a unicorn tail hair. Your mother however was chosen by a willow wand, 10 and ¼ inches long, swishy, unicorn tail hair."

"Now mister Potter, lets see what wand will chose you. What's your wand hand?" he asked, still looking a little crazy.

"I'm right handed." I said.

He nodded then he whipped his wand and again, the measuring tape, a piece of parchment and an ink flew towards me. The measuring tape started measuring all kinds of measurements whilst the quill was presumably writing them down.

After a while Ollivander waved his wand again. The measuring tape and quill went back to a shelf and the parchment flew into his hand. He looked at it for a moment before putting it down. Then he went and grabbed a wand box. And handed me a wand. I waved it and promptly blew up a chair. I continued grabbing and waving wands until I was handed the Holly and Phoenix feather, when I waved it nothing happened.

"Wonderful!" Ollivander said. "That'll be G7, please."

I was a little confused at the lack of reaction from the wand, but I thought it might've been because of the time travel. It might've recognised that I'd already mastered it in another timeline. Wands didn't sparkle every time they were picked up, after all.

"Sorry." I shook my head realising I'd gotten distracted, then I handed over the Galleons and walked out the store wandbox clutched in hand.

I walked proudly towards Twilfitt and Tattings, and entered the store. "Good day Heir Potter. Can I do for you today?" An older man said professionally.

"I need a full new magical wardrobe. I've outgrown my current wardrobe." I smiled.

I think I saw Galleons in the older man's eyes.

(-oIOIo-)

Harry POV

Thursday, August 1st 1991 12:55 PM, Diagon Alley, London, UK

I walked out of Twilfitt and Tattings, I felt like burning the shop down with fiendfyre for the torture I'd experienced inside, when I called Greyclay.

As he popped in I said, "Greyclay, take me to Potter Castle please."

"Yes Master Harry." He squealed, then he grabbed my hand an popped away.

I was feeling awed when we arrived in front of the front gate, it was beautiful and had the Potter crest on it. The moment I saw it I knew what I had to do. I revealed the Potter ring on my right middle finger, and pressed it into the crest.

I Lord Harold James Potter, Son of Lord James Charlus Potter. Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. Hereby claim Potter Castle, my family's ancestral home. Semper Fortis Semper Fidelis. I felt a rush of magic, there was a red and silver glow. And the gate swung open.

All of a sudden I saw a castle, it showed up out of nowhere. It looked like a fortress big walls, with towers and a keep.

My jaw hit the ground, literally. Somehow my metamorphmagus abilities had extended my jaw to the floor. After a little struggle, in which I might've stumbled over my chin, I managed to regain control over my facial features. I walked towards my castle only to realise that there was in fact a moat around it.

"Erm, Greyclay. How am I supposed to cross the moat?" I asked, thinking I skipped a step in the claiming of my manor.

"Once master bes claiming wardsys he bes commanding thems to open and close." Then he grabbed my hand and promptly popped me to the other side of the draw bridge.

Within the drawbridge there were gardens surrounding a rather large building, it was absolutely beautiful with five towers, and pointed rooves all around. A great many balconies were visible too.

"Could you lead me to the wardstone?" I asked Greyclay. He nodded proudly and went into the front door, we entered into a great entrance hall with a big staircase and the Potter crest proudly displayed above a fireplace. There were also some paintings, but they were all frozen. He lead me through a few doors and then he took me down a set of stairs into the basement. I had no idea where I was, when he suddenly turned left and pointed at a door.

"That bes wardystone room Master Harry." He said proudly. He seemed to be proud a lot.

I entered and saw a magical stone, it looked beautiful and was glowing brightly. Suddenly I knew what to do, and I looked around and grabbed the ritual knife lying next to a ritual bowl in the corner.

I grabbed the knife and sliced my hand and placed it on the wardstone. Then I spoke the words the ring was telling me. I Harold James Potter, Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. Hereby claim The Potter Castle Wards, laid here by my forefathers. Semper Fortis Semper Fidelis. As I spoke these words I felt a sudden rush of magic. I was suddenly aware of the castle, and all its inhabitants.

I closed my eyes and felt the wards. I commanded it to activate all protections and awaken the portraits. I felt a warm touch and realised the wards were buzzing with the Potter family magic.

I left the Wardstone room and realised that the wardstone had fixed the cut. "Please guide me to the Lord's office now." I asked the proud elf.

He nodded again and led me through an absolute maze of corridors and doors. I was doing my best to remember.

When we eventually arrived at the Lord's office I knew yet again what to do. I placed my Potter Lord ring on the door and chanted again. I Harold James Potter hereby claim the Lord's study of the Potter castle. Henceforth only those I permit may enter this room. The door glowed again and I opened it.

I looked towards Greyclay and asked, "Where might I find the ward ledger?"

He took me to the desk and pointed at the center of the desk. "Master Harry bes pressing lordsy ringy in table surfacey. Master Harry then bes asking for the booksy."

I did as told and was amazed when a part of the desk dropped down and slid to the right. I saw a book lying there with the Potter crest emblazoned on it. When I opened it I saw there were 4 tabs, they said Family, Friend, one time guests, prisoners and enemies.

I went to family and read a giant list of names, I think it was every person considered family since the construction of the castle. The same in the friends list, the guest list and the enemies list.

In family I saw my parent's names in red. That meant deceased. I also saw my name, and Sirius Orion Black. I knew family meant they could apparate and portkey in the manor. Then I went to friends. I saw a lot of names some in red some in black. Remus and Peter, I crossed both out. I also crossed out Dumbledore. There were Bones, Longbottoms, Greengrass and a few other names that were familiar.

In one time guests there was no-one left that hadn't been automatically crossed out once they'd left again. In enemies left there were a few death eater names. Malfoy, Lestrange, Selwyn, Travers and Fenrir Greyback.

Then I thought for a moment. I went to the enemies section and wrote down Tom Marvolo Riddle, I considered adding Dumbledore but didn't. Instead I wrote down Severus Tobias Snape.

I found it odd that Snape wasn't on the list yet, but I knew my mom used to be friends with Snape.

I also added Hermione Jean Granger to the family list. I smiled. I knew that the enemies wouldn't last long if they bounced on the wards.

If someone like Dumbledore, who wasn't on any of the list tried to apparate or portkey in they'd be and brought to the DMLE cells, with a note stuck to their forehead saying they'd bounced off the Potter castle wards. If they tried again they'd end up naked in Bardenas Reales. If they tried a third time they'd go to the Sahara deserts. I looked up the coordinates on a map on the wall, and noticed both the Bardenas Reales and the Sahara desert were near an inhabited area.

I felt relieved I was safe now.

"Greyclay." I called "At eyelops Owl emporium there should be a female snowy owl with amber eyes. Please buy her. And get me an owl perch."

He popped away and I looked around the office. I startled when I saw a painting hanging on the wall.

"Finally noticed us have you?" the man in the portrait said.

"Charlus behave!" she shouted, and then she wacked him on the back of the head. Then she turned to me and smiled "I presume you're little Harry? We're Charlus and Dorea, your grandparents. Why aren't James and Lily's portraits here?"

"My parents had portraits? Wait, how did you know they died?" I asked confused.

"The manor went into lockdown, that only happens when the Lord Potter dies, and the Heir can't take on the Lordship within the year."

I frowned. "I need the name of an elf."

"Call Jerry." Charlus said, he didn't know why but he thought it might be important.

"Jerry!" I called.

The elf popped in, he was dressed like Greyclay but with a platinum Potter crest.

"Yes, master Harry?" he squeaked.

"This morning I asked Greyclay to bring a bag from Gringotts here. Please bring it to me."

He nodded then snapped his fingers. There was a white glow and it appeared on the table.

"Thank you, Jerry. Could you get me a cup of tea please? Then you may return to your duties."

He nodded and popped away, then he popped back a few seconds later with a teapot, a cup, sugar and milk. As well as a tin of biscuits. They were beautifully decorated.

I sipped my tea and moaned.

"Would you mind telling me what on earth that was about?" Charlus asked.

"I was thirsty." I answered.

Dorea chuckled, "Your grandfather meant the bag."

I smirked "Of course he did."

Whilst my grandparents laughed I dug into the bag. And grabbed a sheet of parchment, it was the list of all objects Dumbledore had stolen. At that moment Greyclay popped back in with Hedwig on his shoulder.

I smiled, I'd truly missed her. I took her from Greyclay and put her on the perch. Then I turned to my grandparents.

"This is a list Ragnok VIII gave me, of all artefacts and non-monetary properties Albus Dumbledore stole from the Potter family since the deaths of my parents."

And I, am going to get them back. "Greyclay, if you could please take the portrait, and guide me to the biggest room in the building, preferably one where a lot of house elves could fit together."

He did as asked, and led me to the ballroom.

I called out. I, Harold James Potter. Lord of the Founding Houses of Gryffindor, Slytherin and Hufflepuff, Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Evans, call unto me all Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Potter, Evans and Hogwarts House-Elves.

I heard cracks, so many cracks and pops. It sounded like I was making popcorn. After awhile it stopped. There were over 250 house-elves in the room. I cast a sonorous on myself with my wand and started speaking.

"First of all. I order you to never tell anyone about anything I tell you, order you, or ask you. You are never to reveal any of my secrets. Not even the Hogwarts Headmaster is to know I summoned you, or what I asked you."

I heard a chorus of Yes Masters. And nodded. Then I turned to Greyclay and held out the list. "Please make a copy for every elf in the room. And place a few tables against the walls."

He did as asked.

Then I showed the list to the room. "This is a list of properties of mine. Every item on this list was stolen by Albus Dumbledore. Please retrieve them, discreetly. No matter what, make sure no-one knows. Remove any tracking charms, and place them on the table. Put a piece of paper on all of them with on it written where exactly you found it, what magics are on them, and whether there was a tracking charm on it. Go."

I heard another extremely loud crack. And suddenly I was alone with my grandparents. Who were both gaping.

"I'd tell you to close your mouth because you might catch a fly. But I don't think that's possible. Would a fly fly into your mouth if someone painted a fly?" I pondered.

"You're Lord Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Potter, Evans?" My grandpa asked, shocked.

"I'm also Heir Peverell, Black." I said.

"How on earth do you have all those titles?" my grandmother asked.

"The Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Peverell and Potter families I got from you, Grandpa. The Black Heirship I got from my Godfather Sirius. And the Evans and Slytherin lordships I got from mum. Apparently she had squib ancestors, somewhere up the family tree." I said proudly.

"How is Sirius? And where is he?" Charlus said.

"He's not that well. He was summarily thrown into Azkaban without a trial on November 3rd 1981. For betraying my parents to Voldemort, killing a dozen muggles, killing Peter Pettigrew, and violating the statute of secrecy."

"He was what?!" they shouted in unison.

Then Charlus said "If you'll excuse me for a moment." And walked out of the portrait. A moment later I heard a lot of shouting, swearing and cursing coming from the next room over.

Grandma Dorea looked at me embarrassedly. "I promise he doesn't always swear like that."

Dorea and I sort of stood there awkwardly. There were elves popping in with the stolen items and artefacts. When a few minutes after he left Grandpa came back.

"Sorry about that. So, what are you doing about Sirius?" he said, blushing slightly.

I looked at the table again when I heard something behind me. Only to see a canvas had just arrived. I approached it and saw my parents, slowly waking up.

"Harry? Is that you?" Lily asked.

"Hold on?." I muttered, I removed the note. It said the canvas had been found in a secret room in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.

"Greyclay, please pop the two portraits and myself back to the Lord's office." Greyclay nodded and did as asked.

"Please hang them on the wall." Then I sat down on the chair. Greyclay did, and then he snapped his fingers and my cup of tea arrived on the table next to me.

"Why are you here alone? Where is Sirius?"

"Sirius has been enjoying Azkaban's hospitality for the last," I pretended to think for a moment "Nine years and nine months."

Now it was my parent's turns to look shocked. "What in Merlin's name is Sirius doing in Azkaban?" My mother asked.

Then my father burst out laughing "Good one!" He shouted. "Sirius! You can come out now." He shouted.

"How do you expect him to hear you? Dogs have good hearing. But they can't hear that far." I said.

I walked towards the window and saw mountains in the distance. We were in some kind of valley with mountains a few miles away in every direction. "Where is this place anyways?" I asked.

"We're in Lake District National Park, 70 miles north of Liverpool." My grandpa said.

"Now, please tell us why Sirius is in Azkaban." Dorea Potter said.

"First, do you have any paintings in any other locations?" I asked.

"We all have 2 copies in the Potter Gringotts artifacts vault. They're spares, an old Potter tradition." My dad said.

"If I order you to never reveal what I have told you? Can anyone get you to tell them what I told you? What about a future Lord Potter?" I asked, I hoped the answer would be no.

"No, the family magic prohibits it. We are bound to preserve the secrets of the Lord Potter. Much like the portraits in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts." Charlus said.

"Very well." I Harold James Potter, Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter hereby forbid you from revealing to anyone. Human or not, living or deceased. In no circumstance are you in any way to reveal or communicate about anything I tell you unless I allow you, in person. I stated formally.

Then I told them, I told them everything. About what happened in the few days after Hallowe'en 1981, including the Betrothal contract. I told them about the future, about Voldemort returning, about my death, about meeting Aphrodite and her revealing all of Dumbledore's machinations.

By the end of it they were quiet, I'd spent more than 4 hours talking to them. They were thinking. I knew this was the time to talk to Hedwig.

I walked over to her perch, and talked to her.

"Hello, I'm guessing you understood most, if not all I said now?" I asked her.

Hedwig looked at me, and suddenly I heard 'Of course I did, you silly human.' As she bobbed her head in a way that looked eerily like a nod. "What do you think of the name Hedwig?" I asked.

She turned her head to the side and seemed to ponder it for a moment. Then she said 'That sounds like a very good name.'

"Would you mind taking a letter for me?" I asked her.

'Well I'm not here to look pretty,' she answered.

I went to the desk, grabbed a quill and parchment and started writing.

Dear Granger Family.

You might remember me, my name is Harry Potter. Dr Granger offered me help on the front steps of Gringotts. I wanted to thank you for your offered help, all is well now. There is something very important I'd like to discuss with you. Is there a time and place we might meet? I have easy access to magical transport, so no need to worry about location.

With regards,

Harold "Harry" J Potter.

I looked at it for a moment and nodded. Then I rolled it up and looked around for a moment. I found some wax and the signet ring, and used them to seal the parchment.

"Please take this to Daniel, Emma and Hermione Granger." I asked Hedwig.

'With pleasure, behave while I'm gone. You seem like a troublemaker.' Then she grabbed the letter and jumped onto my shoulder.

"Something wrong?" I asked her.

She whacked me on the head with her wing. "Hey! What was that for?!" I exclaimed.

She hooted again and pointed her wing at the closed window. Then she said 'I may be an awesome owl, but I can't fly through a closed window.'

"Oh, sorry." I said, and quickly opened the window.

'Toodles, little human.' She said as she flew away.

I was still pondering the fact I had just had a talk with my owl when I sensed her leaving the wards a few minutes later.

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