The Peverell Rise

by NarutoSage139

Many believe that the story of the 3 Peverell brothers were a myth and a story of morals. Those that believed the story, are ignorant of the true purpose of the hallows. So what if the Hallows had a more significant role? And what if the Peverell Blood changed the journey of the last Potter? What if there were beings that were hidden even more secretly than that of the wizarding?

2. Chapter 2

TPR Ch 2 The bank

July 1991

It was a hot summer day in the middle of July, the people of Little Whinging, Surrey, were cooling off from the blistering heat. But we are not here for the weather, we are here for the protagonist, Hadrian James Potter, in Number 4 Privet Drive. Now many would say that the residents of No 4, were the ideal normal family out of a textbook. Loving parents, a child that was their treasure and financially stable. They were anything but that behind the scenes and we will soon find out why.

BANG BANG! "Oi get up you freak! It's my birthday!" Shouted a boy that was immensely overweight but the parents would say he was perfectly healthy, jumping on the stairway. The boy in question, was underneath the staircase, in a cupboard. He had messy black hair with round trimmed glasses that showed his emerald green eyes, he was the opposite of the obnoxious child, shy and timid along with being much more underfed than the average 10 to near 11 year old. As he got out of the cupboard, his aunt, Petunia who looked more like a horse because of a long neck and face, looked at him with scorn and ordered him to look after the frying bacon before gushing over her son, Dudley.

"Boy! I expect the bacon to be cooked to perfection, or so help me, I will make you wish you were living in a bin. Looking after you is costing us a fortune, you should at least be useful in cooking I say" bellowed a man of immense weight and girth that some would say he was a walrus. This was Vernon Dursley, a man of great sense of normality and a great animosity to anything abnormal. Harry rolled his eyes after turning his back to his uncle. "We would have more money if you stopped wasting money on gifts for you son" he thought in sarcasm.

While pouring the bacon onto Vernons plate, they heard the mailbox shut. "Dudley, be a chap and get the mails for me will you?" Vernon requested. Dudley, not even stopping from his self-thought quest of eating his meal, absentmindedly replied "Make Harry get it". Vernon looked at Harry with an eyebrow raised and Harry obediently went to get the letters.

As he picked up the letters, he flipped through them and with wide eyes, he saw two that were addressed to him.

Harry Potter

Cupboard under the stairs

Privet Drive

And

Mr Hadrian James Potter

Number 4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

He immediately hid the ones addressed to him in his cupboard before heading to the dining room, fortunately the dining door was closed, so no one saw him go to the cupboard.

"For Gods 'sake boy! What took you so long? My time is precious and should definitely not be wasted on the likes of you! Go back to your room and change your clothes, I do not want you here while we have our normal loving breakfast, so I want you out of the house for the next couple of hours!" Vernon declared to the still absent-minded boy. What Harry did not know was that this was a God sent opportunity for him. As Harry got ready, he made sure to take the letters with him to read when he went to the nearby park.

Park near Privet Drive

As Harry got settled on a bench, he took out one of the letters and started to read it.

Dear Mr Potter

We of Gringotts bank have much to discuss with you that concerns your families finance left by your parents, Lord James Potter and Lady Lily Potter. As the sole remaining Potter in the world, we ask you to come with utmost haste and as such, we have made this letter into a portkey, when you have a suitable time, please just speak out load "Gringotts bank family offices"

Kind regards,

Gringotts bank

Now Harry made the mistake of reading this letter outload and such when he said the required phrase, the portkey activated and the next thing he knew, he was sent swirling around before dropping with a massive THUD!.

As Harry groaned in pain from the rough landing, he heard a cough. He looked in wonder as he saw a creature that was clearly not human and was more grotesque with the almost leather like skin and sharp teeth and pointy ears. "That was by far one of the worst landings I have seen so far, and I have seen many" the creature said. Harry being bewildered replied "Who-what are you?" The creature looked at him quizzically with a grey eye browed raised. "Surely, you know that I am a Goblin and my name is Ripclaw. I am here to guide you to your meeting with your account manager of the Potter family" The now named Ripclaw answered. Harry nodded, still in bewilderment and followed the goblin through what he presumed was Gringotts bank.

As they go to a large mahogany door that had a plaque with the words "Account Manager of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter". The goblin motioned for Harry to walk through with a inclination of his head. Harry went through and saw another but much more older goblin, behind a luxurious desk with many files on it, along with many swords and axes mounted on the wall behind him. The desk had a stand with the words "Sharpclaw" written on it.

Sharpclaw looked up from the file he was reading and saw the young heir, he raised an eyebrow at his rather poor clothing and underfed state. "Welcome Mr Potter, I am Sharpclaw, the account manager of the Potter family since the time of your grandfather, Lord Charlus Potter, we have many things to discuss" Sharpclaw announced.

Harry timidly sat down on the chair in front the desk and stuttered out "W-what do you mean? W-whats g-going on? I don't understand how I came here and who you goblins are?" Sharpclaw raised another eyebrow, he hummed at the naïve question of the youth. "Mr Potter, you came here by Magic, now I assure you magic is very much real or else my kind would not be existing and certainly you would not have been able to come here if you did not have it, in order to activate the portkey" Sharpclaw revealed to the child.

Harry widened his eyes and nodded at the answer. Sharpclaw took that as the initiative to start going through the main reason for the meeting. "Now Mr Potter, from your previous questions, I can assume you know nothing of your family lineage and the importance of it. Your family is an Ancient and Noble house, meaning it has a seat in the Wizengamot which is the wizard kinds version of parliament. I have been tasked to look over and work with the house of Potter in order to help them grow their wealth and in return, grow the wealth of Gringotts Bank." Sharpclaw started and continued on with the talk after giving a few seconds for the child to process the information.

"As I was looking through your family files, we found that you were allowed to have your heirship ring the day you turned 11 years of age and were to take your position of Lord Potter at 15 years of age. This means that while you cannot direct the full power of House Potter on the Wizengamot, you are allowed to visit you family vault to take out a maximum of 3 objects per time." He finished as he brought out a wooden box that held a ruby red ring with a sigil of a creature with an eagle head and 4 propotional legs and wings stood on hindlegs.

As Harry touched the ring, he immediately felt a flash of power coursing through his body. Magic! Harry thought in amazement. Suddenly he saw a blue transparent box appear Infront of him.

Welcome Player

You have been granted the power of the [System]

Due to meeting the requirements in order to achieve this

Do you accept the role of being a Player?

Yes No.

Harry curiously thought Yes!

End chap.