The storm outside raged on, mirroring the turmoil within Harry's heart as he stood inside the hut on the isolated island. This was the moment he had been waiting for - the chance to free himself from the clutches of the Dursleys, who had made his life a living hell. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked at Asmodeus, the powerful snake that had become his ally. Asmodeus slithered around, sensing Harry's determination.
Just then, a loud knock echoed through the hut, making everyone jump. Vernon Dursley, his face red with anger, stormed towards the door. "Who on earth would be visiting us at this time?" he grumbled.
But when Vernon opened the door, his eyes widened in disbelief. There, standing tall despite the storm, was a gigantic man with wild, bushy hair and a long beard. It was Hagrid, the gamekeeper from Hogwarts.
"Good evening!" Hagrid bellowed, making the hut tremble. "Sorry to barge in like this, but I've got an important matter to discuss."
Vernon's face turned a shade of purple, and he tried to slam the door shut. But Hagrid's massive foot stopped it from closing. "Yeh can't just shut the door on a wizard, Vernon Dursley!" Hagrid said sternly.
Harry's eyes widened, "who are you, what are you doing here" said Harry frightened.
Hagrid settled down across from Harry, a gentle breeze from the sea whispering through the open windows. "Harry," Hagrid said, his voice tinged with warmth and anticipation, "I have something important to tell you. You're a wizard."
Harry's breath caught in his throat as the words sank in. A wizard? Him? It seemed impossible, given the Dursleys' constant dismissal of anything extraordinary. But Hagrid's sincerity and the spark in his eyes told Harry that this was real.
'A wizard that can't be true I'm Harry, just Harry" he replied
Before Hagrid could elaborate further, Uncle Vernon, his face contorted with anger. "What nonsense is this?" he bellowed, his eyes glaring at Hagrid. "You won't fill his head with your crazy ideas, you oversized oaf!"
Hagrid's eyes flashed with a fierce protectiveness, and he stood his ground. "I'd like to see a muggle like you try," he retorted, his voice steady and unwavering.
That shut Vernon down for now.
Harry's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with questions. "A wizard? But how? And why didn't anyone tell me before?"
Hagrid's eyes softened. "Yer parents were magical folks, Harry. They were killed by the Dark Lord when yeh were just a baby, but yeh survived. Yer famous in the wizarding world as the Boy Who Lived."
Harry's head was spinning, but he felt a sense of relief and belonging. This was the answer he had been searching for all his life.
But Vernon, unable to handle the revelation, lunged at Hagrid, yelling, "Get out of here, you freak! We don't want any of your nonsense!"
Harry's patience snapped. He had had enough of the Dursleys and their cruelty. With a surge of anger, he looked at Vernon, willing him away.
A powerful force surged through Harry, and Vernon was lifted off his feet, thrown through the air, and slammed against the wall. He slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Petunia and Dudley stared at Harry, their faces pale with shock. Hagrid let out a low whistle. "Accidental magic, Harry! Yeh've got a powerful gift there."
Harry looked at his trembling hands, a mix of wonder and fear in his eyes. He had never realized the extent of his magic before.
Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Harry. Yer a wizard, and yer powers will grow stronger with time. It's time for yeh to leave this place and come to Hogwarts, where yeh'll learn to control and harness yer magic."
Harry felt elated he had never done anything like this before. It was a new sensation a powerful and intoxicating one. Harry was suddenly pulled by his Asmodeus slithering around his body.
"When can we killl thoseee stupid huumaansss" whispered Asmodeus
"soon my friend have patience" Harry replied
-x-
Hagrid stood outside the magnificent entrance of Gringotts, the towering marble columns framing the massive bronze doors. Harry, eyes wide with wonder, stood beside him, taking in the grandeur of the wizarding bank.
"Harry, this 'ere is Gringotts," Hagrid boomed, a proud smile on his face. "The safest place in the wizarding world. Goblins run it, ya know, and they ain't to be messed with."
Harry nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Why are we here, Hagrid? What's so important about Gringotts?"
Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder gently. "Well, Harry, it's time for yeh to get yer own money from Gringotts, the bank. Yer parents left yeh a fortune in that vault. We're 'ere to meet a goblin named Griphook, He's your account manager. He'll take us to the right place."
As they made their way through the grand marble hallways, Harry's anticipation grew. The air was cool, and the sound of coins clinking echoed throughout the corridors. They arrived at Griphook's office, where a tall and serious-looking goblin awaited them.
"Harry Potter," Griphook acknowledged, his voice sharp and business-like. "I've been expecting you. Follow me, please."
"I'm sorry but these are family matters no one other than can know," said Griphook.
"Alright Harry it's you from here then," said Hagrid with a sigh.
Griphook motioned for Harry to take a seat at a polished oak table, surrounded by other goblins. Griphook's voice was low and measured as he began to unravel the tale of the Potter family.
"The Potters, Harry, have a long and illustrious history," Griphook began. "They were known for their exceptional magical talents, particularly in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. Your parents, James and Lily Potter, were revered for their bravery and skill."
Harry listened attentively, absorbing every word with a calm and focused demeanor. "I'm proud to be a part of such a remarkable family."
Griphook's eyes narrowed slightly, studying Harry's composed expression. "Indeed, Mr. Potter. But beyond your family's legacy, there is also the matter of your wealth. The Potters possess a significant vault within Gringotts."
"We have sent you quarterly reports since the age of 8, but alas, they were returned, so we don't know the extent of your inheritance," Griphook explained.
Harry's calm composure faltered for a moment as he processed the information, but he quickly regained his poise. "I see. And how would I go about discovering the extent of my inheritance?"
Griphook's lips curled into a small smile, impressed by Harry's mature and composed demeanor. "There is a way, young wizard. We offer a magical blood test that can unveil your unique magical talents and provide insight into your potential."
Harry's eyes sparkled with quiet excitement. "I would be honored to undergo such a test."
The goblins nodded in approval, acknowledging Harry's thirst tp know more about his family. They led him to a special chamber where the magical blood test would take place, explaining the significance of the ritual and the discoveries it could unveil.
As Harry prepared for the blood test, he couldn't help but reflect on the incredible turn his life had taken in just the past few hours. Less than a day ago, he was a nobody, leading a miserable life under the stairs, with no knowledge of his true heritage. Now, he stood on the verge of inheriting a fortune and discovering the full extent of his magical abilities.
-x-
Harry stood in the dimly lit chamber at Gringotts, his heart pounding with anticipation and a tinge of apprehension. Griphook, the goblin, stood beside him, his sharp eyes fixed on Harry.
"Mr. Potter, it is time for the blood test to prove your inheritance," Griphook announced, his voice echoing in the chamber. "This will be a painful process, but necessary to confirm your lineage."
Harry nodded, steeling himself for what was to come. He extended his arm, exposing his forearm. Griphook retrieved a small silver dagger and made a precise incision, drawing a drop of blood from Harry's vein.
A sharp, searing pain shot through Harry's arm, causing him to wince. Griphook collected the blood in a vial and placed it carefully onto a stone pedestal. The vial began to glow with an ethereal light as magical symbols swirled around it.
"The blood will reveal the truth of your inheritance, Mr. Potter," Griphook explained, his voice filled with authority.
"You can go back in the chamber the results will be presented shortly"
Harry sat in the private chamber of Gringotts, his back straight and his gaze steady. Griphook, the goblin, stood before him, holding a parchment with the results of Harry's magical blood test.
"Harry," Griphook began, his voice low and serious, Harry sat at the polished oak table in Griphook's office, his heart pounding with anticipation. The magical blood test he had just undergone had revealed more than he could have ever imagined. Griphook, the goblin account manager, studied him intently, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Mr. Potter," Griphook began in his sharp voice, "the results of the blood test have yielded astonishing revelations. You are not only the heir to the Potter fortune and estate, but also to the estates of the Gaunts and, most notably, the esteemed House of Slytherin."
Harry's green eyes widened in confusion. The Gaunts and Slytherin? What are those?
"But... how is that possible?" Harry stammered, trying to wrap his mind around the implications of his newfound inheritance.
Griphook's thin lips curved into a small smile. "It is an interesting occurrence, Mr. Potter. The blood test revealed that you had won over the house of Slytherin . It is highly likely that your defeat of Lord Voldemort, a direct descendant of Slytherin himself, is the reason behind this revelation."
The weight of the information settled heavily on Harry's shoulders. His mind raced with questions, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion, and apprehension. He had always known about his connection to the Potters, but he didnt want to be associated with the person who killed his parents.
"Your inheritance comes with certain responsibilities," Griphook continued. "As the heir of Slytherin, you have the potential to restore the house to its former glory or to let it fade into obscurity. The choice is yours, Mr. Potter."
Harry pondered Griphook's words. The idea of restoring the house of Slytherin intrigued him.
"But what about the Gaunts?" Harry asked, "who are they"
"The Gaunt estate, unfortunately, has dwindled over the years," Griphook explained, "And I am not sure why you have even inherited this estate which has been dormant since the sixtes." Harry nodded, realizing that his journey into his inheritance would be one of Mystery and intrigue.
"Thank you, Griphook," Harry said sincerely. "I never expected any of this, but I would like to see the , uhhhhh, extent of my wealth"
"Ah, yes here is the paper that shows the amount of money in all of the vaults and the properties' he responded
Estate Listing: The Potter, Slytherin, and Gaunt Inheritances
Potter Family
Potter Vault: 1,765,943 galleons, 9 sickles
Potter Estates
Potter Manor - A luxurious mansion situated on 100 acres of sprawling grounds. Estimated worth: 1,234,738 galleons Potter Cottage - A charming country cottage with a picturesque view. Estimated worth: 54,980 galleons
Potter Villa - A grand estate by the sea with its private beach. Estimated worth: 2,876,601 galleons
Potter Estate in France - A magnificent château in the French countryside. Estimated worth: 598,253 galleons
Potter Lakehouse - A secluded lakeside retreat perfect for relaxation. Estimated worth: 67,912 galleons
Slytherin Family
Slytherin Vault: 632,409 galleons, 6 sickles
Slytherin Estates
Slytherin Manor - A vast ancestral mansion with intricate architectural details. Estimated worth: 1,675,213 galleons
Slytherin Townhouses (4) - Elegant townhouses in various prime locations. Estimated worth (combined): 198,097 galleons
Slytherin Estate in Scotland - A remote castle hidden within the Scottish Highlands. Estimated worth: 1,498,879 galleons
Slytherin Estate in Italy - A luxurious villa nestled in the Italian countryside. Estimated worth: 180,423 galleons
Gaunt Family
Gaunt Vault: 4 galleons, 13 sickles
Gaunt Estate
Gaunt Shack - A rundown and modest cottage on the outskirts of a Muggle village. Estimated worth: 200 galleons
Estate Listing: The Potter, Slytherin, and Gaunt Inheritances (Converted to Pounds)
Potter Family
Potter Vault: 176,594,300 pounds, 9 sickles
Potter Estates
Potter Manor - A luxurious mansion situated on 100 acres of sprawling grounds. Estimated worth: 123,473,800 pounds
Potter Cottage - A charming country cottage with a picturesque view. Estimated worth: 5,498,000 pounds
Potter Villa - A grand estate by the sea with its private beach. Estimated worth: 287,660,100 pounds
Potter Estate in France - A magnificent château in the French countryside. Estimated worth: 59,825,300 pounds Potter Lakehouse - A secluded lakeside retreat perfect for relaxation. Estimated worth: 6,791,200 pounds
Slytherin Family
Slytherin Vault: 63,240,900 pounds, 6 sickles
Slytherin Estates
Slytherin Manor - A vast ancestral mansion with intricate architectural details. Estimated worth: 16,752,130 pounds Slytherin Townhouses (4) - Elegant townhouses in various prime locations. Estimated worth (combined): 1,980,970 pounds Slytherin Estate in Scotland - A remote castle hidden within the Scottish Highlands. Estimated worth: 14,988,790 pounds Slytherin Estate in Italy - A luxurious villa nestled in the Italian countryside. Estimated worth: 1,804,230 pounds
Gaunt Family
Gaunt Vault: 400 pounds, 13 sickles
Gaunt Estate
Gaunt Shack - A rundown and modest cottage on the outskirts of a Muggle village. Estimated worth: 2000 pounds
Please note that these converted figures are based on the given conversion rate of 1 galleon = 100 pounds
"And Lastly the Slytherin House owns a 1/4 of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which annually makes 50,000 galleons and while the school itself requires 30,000 galleons. which leaves gets Slytherin house 5000 galleons a year."
Harry's mind was reeling with disbelief as he absorbed the numbers on the parchment before him. The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning, and he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment. The Potter Vault held a staggering 176,594,300 pounds, and he was the heir to all of it.
For a moment, Harry was at a loss for words. The weight of his inheritance settled on his shoulders, and he felt a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Growing up with the Dursleys, he had always been treated like an unwanted burden, and money was something he had never dared to dream about.
His eyes scanned the rest of the estate listing, and he couldn't believe the luxury and grandeur of the properties he now owned. Potter Manor, a place he had only dreamed of, was worth a jaw-dropping 123,473,800 pounds. and there were so much more. The mere thought of such wealth left him momentarily speechless.
As the initial shock subsided, a surge of emotions washed over Harry. Gratitude for his parents, who had left him this immense legacy, surged within him. He knew that they had sacrificed themselves to save him, but he had never fathomed the extent of their wealth and influence.
Harry's eyes show his shock as he thought about the years he had spent in poverty, wearing hand-me-downs and surviving on meager meals. The stark contrast between his past and his newfound wealth was overwhelming.
But beneath the excitement and gratitude, a sense of responsibility began to take root. Harry knew that with great wealth came great expectations. He didn't want to be defined by his money; he wanted to use it for a greater purpose. His mind wandered to all he could do with such vast resources.
"Mr. Potter as you know know the extent of the inheritance. I would like to present you with this money bag, it's weightless and has a withdrawing capacity of 5,000 galleons a month."
'Thank you Griphook I will escort myself out" said Harry and went back to the main hall where Hagrid was waiting.
Pls review and I am sick so I will continue the diagon alley plotline in the next chapter.