Harry Potter & The Ancient Potter Grimoire
Hello everyone, I've recently struggled with my current story of the Ancient Grimoire. I rushed several important chapters and honestly mishandled several characters, so I've decided to give the story a fresh restart. I'll give a brief list of changes all of you can expect to see within this new story. Please give me your honest feedback and join my new discord server which is linked in my profile on .
I do not own, or plan on purchasing any Harry Potter property or the rights to it. That privilege is J.K Rowling's and Warner Brothers. I'd like to thank her for allowing us to create our own ideas of the wonderful world she has created.
Sidenote this story will still featuring some bashing of some characters including some of the Weasley family members, Draco but he will become not a total piece of shit later on in the story, and possibly Dumbledore. The most criticism I received from the previous story besides the chapters being short (I'm sorry XD) is the Dumbledore bashing. I just never really liked his character as I grew up because of all the decisions he made. The man obviously had good intentions but was overworked and as some might say, he only saw the forest instead of the trees. I will give some of shit and make him realize of his various mistakes, but I wont bash him super hard like I did previously.
The story will be taking place in the third year instead of the second year, there will be a fight among the "golden trio" which will introduce Daphne as a permanent new member of the trio. There will be bashing of characters as well but not until later in the new story. I have had several friends mention about creating a new story featuring my old chapters as I will be deleting them once this is posted. I have received a lot of support for my old story, and I thank you all very much for all the praise for my first story, Anyway, here is the first chapter to the new story!
Warning this chapter will include mature scenes that may not be for the faint of heart. You have been warned!
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived was in his new bedroom that Vernon "Graciously" gave him as he could not physically fit underneath the staircase anymore. Harry was lying on his new twin sized bed, he had a random book of charms in his hands that he purchased from Diagon Alley the year before. He had just finished his summer homework that everyone was assigned, his hardest assignments had been Transfigurations and Potions. Harry's focus was on the book and was reading on different types of charms that could be used for household work such as sweeping, doing the dishes and chores in general. Harry was about to flip to the newest page before Vernon busted into his room, his face and hands red with anger and swinging his right arm, punching Harry across the face with his fist breaking Harry's glasses instantly. Harry's face had suffered several deep cuts from the glass shards digging into his skin, when Harry was about to move again his face was attacked once again with several hard punches, he felt his nose breaking after the final punch and let out a scream of pain. Tears slowly leaked down his face with a mixture of blood from his cuts, nose and lips.
Vernon huffed & puffed from the beating he gave his fucking freak of a nephew, secretly thinking why he had fallen in love with Petunia and was cursed to be involved with the freakish nature of magic. Vernon grabbed the freaks hair and physically dragged him from the bed where he was barely conscious and threw him onto the floor, where a puddle of blood was starting to form. He grabbed the wand that was on the nightstand and began to try and break it into pieces, sweat forming on his skin as he put all of his power and energy into breaking the fucking freaks wand stick.
Harry had barely opened his eyes that had swelled up badly as he heard a grunt, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face as he dropped the pieces onto the floor, walked right in front of his nephew and kicked him straight in the face as he laid on the floor, he broke and fractured several parts of Harry's orbital bone and several other parts of his skull. After grunting in exhaustion, Vernon left the room satisfied with his work before he locked it with the several locks he had installed on the outside of the room. Harry laid on the floor, the puddle of blood slowly increasing in size as he was slowly fading into unconsciousness, he saw a what he believed to be an elf appear in his room, he felt a hand on his shoulder before being apparated away, slipping into unconsciousness as he was now safe.
Harry woke up in an incredible amount of pain, his ribs burning with an intense pain as he gently opened his eyes, his upper cheeks were very swollen from the abuse he received from his uncle and his vision was very obstructed by the swelling. Harry slowly sat up in bed into a sitting position and looked around as best as he could, he was in a room that he didn't recognize and after a few moments of scanning the room several elves appeared in front of him with their elf magic with very worried expressions on their faces.
"Is Harry Potter feelings alright?" The elf in front of the others asked in a concerned tone and levitated two small Potions into Harry's hand that was partially open. The other elves observing from several feet away and some were visibly happy, bouncing in their outfits that were very similar to tunics from Greek mythology but were somehow different.
Harry looked at the two small vials that were in his hand and gently placed them onto a nightstand to his right and looked at the elves that were a few feet away from him, eight to ten feet he had to guess as his eyesight was worse then usual due to the swelling of his upper cheek bones. He noticed that the elves were happy that he was awake and weren't hostile in posture and energy that they were giving off before clearing his throat.
"I thank you for rescuing me from my family home and especially from my uncle. It would be very foolish of me to drink these Potions without asking what they contain. I hope you do not take offence any my caution, considering what just happened with my uncle attacking and assaulting me."
The elf in front of the others smiled at the question and spoke in a more neutral tone.
"We are elves belonging to the Ancient and Most Noble house of Potter, we were instructed to bring you back to your proper home after the news reached us that you were severely beaten with your wand broken, the Potions that we gave you are simple standard Potions that will help restore some of the damage your body suffered. we will put you into a deep sleep to help the Potions heal whatever they can if you decides to drink the potions."
Harry's mind was running a thousand miles an hour, he was in his family's manor?! he had no knowledge that his family even had a manor, and what does being an ancient and noble house have to do with anything? He had thousands of questions that were going to remain unanswered until he spoke to someone who understood the magical world much better than he did… maybe Ron could provide some more information about this the next time he saw him. He looked over to the small Potions in purple vials and cautiously grabbed each potion and brought out his inner Gryffindor and chugged them in one swig so he could try and avoid the terrible taste of the Potions. Harry observed the previously speaking elf wave his hand in a peculiar way and Harry gently fell back into woods bed and was covered with heavy yet very soft blankets, his eyes fighting to stay open but the charm the elf had casted took effect and Harry slowly drifted to sleep. As soon as Harry fell into a deep unconscious a gentle almost whisper voice spoke out of the middle of nowhere "sleep well my beautiful son."
Harry woke up from a gentle breeze from a window that must have been opened while he was asleep, Harry gently sat up and stretched his shoulders and back, his body was still very tight and sore from the attack from his uncle, but he still felt a lot better due to those Potions. Harry looked around and smiled widely as he noticed a sleeping snow owl sleeping in the corner of the room that was on a golden looking hook that was attacked to a golden looking bird cage.
An elf appeared with their version of apparition, the same elf he spoke to earlier before he had fallen asleep in that very cozy and soft bed.
"Good Morning, Master Harry, I hope you are feeling better! Several hours ago, your owl Hedwig appeared at the manor and somehow surpassed our wards and was banging against your windows until we let her in, she is a fierce and scary friend master."
Harry smiled at his loyal and beautiful friend that was Hedwig, he took a mental note to give her all the bacon she could ask for the next time he ate. Harry gently lifted the blankets off of him and got onto his feet, before he grabbed the nightstand frantically as he almost lost his balance.
The elf watched this occur and gave it some thought before he snapped his fingers, and a well crafted dark wood walking cane had popped into Harry's spare hand. Harry looked at the cane in his hand and looked at the elf confused, The elf spoke, after a few moments.
"I thinks that the Potions we gave you are still in effect and are affecting your muscles in your legs so your balance may be off until then. Please use the walking stick and follow me, we have several things we must do now that you are awake and are capable of walking."
Without looking back at Harry, the elf waved his hand and the dark oak door swung open. Harry began to walk towards the hallway and the elf walked alongside Harry leading him to a large set of doors and they slowly creaked open as Harry alone walked into the mysterious room, the room was dark with candles faintly lit before the door closed behind Harry abruptly. Harry looked over to the desk and on the wall behind him was a portrait of an elderly man in his early fifty's, he had the famous potter messy black hair with dark brown eyes, like his father James Potter. The portrait stared at him for quite a few minutes, the silence in the room making Harry rather uncomfortable before the portrait spoke.
"it is finally nice to meet you my boy, I am your Grandfather Fleamont Potter, former Lord of The Ancient and Most Noble House Of Potter and Certified Potions Master. I am saddened to meet you under these conditions as I wish James would have been able to bring you. I ask you to treat Teeko and the other elves that take care and reside in the manor with respect. They are caring creatures with feelings and emotions. Although I shouldn't have to worry all that much, it is in our blood that we care for magical creatures after all. Anyway, I have rambled on for far to long, please take a seat and please tell this old man all about yourself."
Harry and his Grandfather spoke for several hours and became more familiar with each other, Harry hesitantly told his Grandfather about his childhood and the abuse he had suffered from his muggle relatives from his Mothers side of the family and Fleamont had told Harry about his life, how he met his Grandmother, and raising his father, James and later his Godfather Sirius who ran away from his family home since they never respected his attitude and ideas. Fleamont never mentioned how Sirius was often abused physically and mentally like Harry but decided not to tell him as it was not his story to tell.
"Now that you have returned home to the Potter Manor, there is a lot that we will have to do and in very little time. Please call Teeko and ask him to bring the family Grimoire, I will explain when you have received it." Fleamont spoke.
Harry moved behind the desk and had taken a seat in the chair within the office, the elf Teeko must have heard the portrait speak as a rather thick, book appeared on the desk. The cover was covered with what seemed to be gilded pictures and symbols with a slogan in the middle of the cover. The words "Toujours Pur" was beautiful written with gold as well. Harry was rather enamored with the book and had memorized each single detail with his eyes as he felt an odd pull towards the book.
"That is our family Grimoire Harry, it has been in our family for a very long time now, for many centuries since the first ever potter from the twelfth century. This book is very special as the first ever Potter was very gifted in what is seen as a very obscure and useless type of magic called Soul Magic. He was known for his expertise in Potions as well, but Soul Magic was his specialty, it was just never useful back then, and to be honest its not very useful in modern times. I have gotten off track my apologies, He enchanted this Grimoire that he started with a very useful soul spell that sort of… absorbed a little tiny piece of each Potter's soul from each generation to be a soul library of sorts. Fleamont Explained"
Fleamont continued after a couple of minutes to allow Harry to process all of the information provided to him.
"We have had many experts in our family's history from various jobs including politicians, potioners, duelers, healers and many more. since you are the last Potter alive currently, as it saddens me deeply to admit. We are going to have to train you hard in fighting, politics and various other subjects as in the magical world in the first place as you have only experienced very little of how large the magical world really is. Do you have any questions?" Fleamont asked after explaining how the grimoire worked and the beginning of the Potter family.
Harry remained still for several minutes, before directing his gaze to the portrait. "should I get proper healing first before I do this training? I still feel very hurt with possible broken or fractured bones."
Fleamont took a second to think and spoke after a minute or two had passed. He looked into Harry's gazing eyes with a smile.
"You are going to go to Gringotts and receive the healing there. It is very costly, but it will be done in complete confidence, they are even more talented in healing then the healers at Saint Mungo's but sadly most wizards and witches have let ignorance fill their brains with bigotry and subtle racism towards any being that is nonhuman. I also would like you to meet with the Managers of the Potter and Black accounts to receive your Heir rings. I only am knowledgeable about the Potter ring, but it is believed that all Heir and Lord rings are enchanted to help the current Lord or Heir.
Harry simply nodded at his Grandfathers suggestion, resting his hands against the top of the wooden desk and asked.
"I need a new wand as well Grandfather, should I go to Ollivanders since I will be in Diagon as well?" Harry spoke with a little nervousness, this was the first time in his life he really had a male adult figure in his life and didn't want to upset him in any way possible.
Harrys Grandfather shook his head no and began to instruct Harry on what to do when he reached Diagon.
"There is a small wand store named the Windscors. No offence intended to the Ollivanders of course but what they do is mass produce wands in a sense, even though wizards and witches find their wands there, it would be a very minimal percentage of people who would actually find their perfect match. If the common population had the knowledge how much the difference between a perfect match versus a partial match would matter for casting spells, duels and just general day to day life I bet they would all spend the much higher galleon cost for a custom made perfect match. The Potters have been an invested partner in their business for the last several hundred years and you will find a much better wand there, Do you understand Harry?"
After pausing for a minute Fleamont spoke again.
"Harry, I would like you to grab a small gold coin on a necklace in the middle drawer of the desk. Put it on and never remove it from your body. It's a permanent portkey to the manor so never lose it okay. now Teeko will now take you to Diagon Alley with his elf teleportation magic. Are you ready?"
Before Harry could even begin to say a word Harry felt a hand on his elbow and was suddenly now in Diagon Alley, Harry looked around in complete confusion. What the fuck just happened to him? He was in the master study and now he was in an empty corner of Diagon alley, magic is a very handy but scary thing sometimes.
Harry eventually gathered his thoughts and started to walk down the alley towards Gringotts, the alley seemed to not be very busy today as there were very few people in the streets. Harry slowed down his walk so he could take in the environment and scenery, in his previous ventures to Diagon he would always be rushed to different stores by either the Weasleys or Hermione or Hagrid. For the very first time he was free to do whatever he wished, and he made a mental note to do this more often and explore all the different businesses within the magical alley.
Harry was walking down the alley and noticed a small store squeezed between the apothecary and a store he did not recognise, the small sign above the store labeled "Windscors". Harry was excited he had found the store his Grandfather mentioned and quickly walked up to the store and opened the door and stepped inside, the walls were not full to the brim of wand boxes like Ollivanders was. the store was a lot more bare than Harry imagined with what his Grandfather told him, yet the store still had a very home type of vibe to it.
An older man who appeared to be in his sixty's walked out of the back and stood behind the counter, he was a rather short man who appeared to be around five-eight, with black hair with shades of grey beginning to appear.
"Hello Mister Potter, it is lovely to finally meet you in person. I am Lyal Windscor, I am going to guess that you have come to have a wand commissioned for yourself, you may not know Mister Potter but your family and my own have been in business together for quite a while now, for a few centuries now if my memory is right. I am assuming you are here for a wand or configuration to your current one?" Lyal asked with a smile.
"It is a pleasure to meet you sir, I am here for a new wand indeed. My old one was unfortunately destroyed into several pieces, and I am currently without a wand. I am hoping you would be able to help me today." Harry spoke with a respectful tone.
Lyal nodded his head and gestured Harry to follow him and turned around, walking towards the back of the store where Harry saw several employees doing random tasks, he noticed the employees all looked quite strangely similar in some ways of Lyal and assumed they must be relatives of some kind. The employees had noticed they were being watched and noticed Harry who was standing at the entrance of the stock room and several employees gave a friendly wave towards Harry.
Harry blushed from being caught watching the employees and gave a friendly embarrassed wave in return before he looked down the hall, noticing Lyal who was standing outside a room without a door. Lyal was smiling from the interaction Harry had with his cousins and watched as Harry walked towards him and entered the room Lyal was standing outside of, Lyal quickly followed behind him and flicked his hand once they were both inside and a door that appeared like it was made out of metal appeared at the entrance of the door with several locks clearly being locked.
Harry looked around the room, noticing how each wall was quite different from each other, one wall was stocked with hundreds of different boxes that appeared to be similar to wand boxes. Harry had a quick thought that were was no possibility not many magical wands within the world. In the corner of the room was a small table with a strange device with many different letters in different languages and a large stone bowl in the middle of the device. The other walls were filled with different glass jars with many different items inside of them, and a small amount of them were completely empty.
"If you please Harry, step up to the table in front of me. There are several different wood's laid out on the table, I would like you to please hold your hand above the woods laid out and focus your magic through out your body. If there are multiple woods that your magic have a connection with that is not an issue, so please take your time and indicate which woods you have a feeling with."
Harry then stepped in front of the table beside Lyal and closed his eyes, his right hand was hovering over the first wood on the table and took his time hovering between each wood, his hand was hovering before he felt a strong pull towards this particular wood. Unbeknownst to Harry, his hand was glowing with a white, blue colour. His magic visible to the naked eye and that itself was a very rare feat many wizards and witches could not claim. Lyal moved his hand and moved the wood out of the line up and onto a different table, noting to himself what type of wood it was. Harry continued hovering over the woods and never felt a reaction until the very end of the table and felt a small warmth from the wood.
Harry opened his eyes and signaled to Lyal that both of the woods he had a reaction from. Lyal windlessly summoned the wood and placed it beside the wood from earlier and spoke without looking at Harry.
"The second wood, you didn't get quite a reaction from the first one, did you?" Lyal asked while examining the woods that had chosen Harry.
"The first wand was a very strong connection, it felt like we were connected if that makes any sense. My first wand's connection was not nearly as strong as that wand. The other wand had a warm feeling but not anywhere as strong, although there was a familiarity to the feeling like my first wand." Harry spoke while watching Lyal do whatever he was doing.
"The first wood you felt is a very unconventional wood that is barely used. It's always been one of the few rarest woods used for wands. It is from an Elder tree and if you are familiar with the story of Beedle the Bard, The infamous "Death Wand" or also known as the elder wand was rumoured to be from an Elder Tree. It is a very powerful wood that is said to only be compatible with people with a special destiny or life and I believe the wood got that right?"
Lyal chuckled at the coincidence of the pairing before focusing on the other wood.
"Yew is the other wood that had chose you, it is also of the more rarer woods used in wands as they prefer powerful witches or wizards. There is a very sad rumour that the wood is found in used primarily witches or wizards that practice dark magic and are more on the villainous side of life, but it is quite untrue. The wood is attracted to power and has no preference for dark magic or light as one may be blinded by the only two sides. There have been wizarding heroes who have used yew wood as well."
"Now if you will follow me to the cores on the other side of the room. Since there are a lot of different cores that can be used in a wand there are three tables in total with every available core we currently have. do the exact same thing as the wood just focus your magic until you get a pull."
Lyal spoke after he had watched Harry walk right up to the first table. Harry hovered his hand over the table and closed his eyes, his magic flowing freely through his entire arm, taking his time hovering over every single potential object that may communicate with him. Harry had made his way through each table until he was at the last table when he felt a very strong connection between two different objects.
Harry opened his eyes and noticed his left arm that was previously at his side was hovering over one glass jar and his right arm was hovering over another jar, both of his arms covered with a bright blue and white colour, and he was visibly confused. He thought wands could only contain one core, yet his body was feeling two strong connections with the cores that he was hovering over, Harry could not see Lyals expression on his face as he was currently behind the young man. The only confirmed stories of Witches and Wizards who ever possessed two cores were the Hogwarts founders themselves, and Morgan Le Fay and Merlin himself. Lyal became ecstatic at the prospect of designing and making a two cored wand before a bright light appeared within the room, blinding himself and Harry.
Dumbledore was sitting at his office within Hogwarts working on papers he had to complete as the Chief Warlock, he finally completed his last paper and groaned as his aged hands and joints were sore and stiff from all of the writing. He had leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes until Fawkes began singing a song he had never heard before, it was full of Happiness and Cheer and smiled at his companion. Fawkes flew from his Perch and onto Dumbledores shoulder and spoke to him using mental imagery that only confirmed or potential partners for Phoenix's could communicate with.
Dumbledore was visibly confused with what Fawkes was sending him, he spoke in a curious confused tone. "You want to go see young Harry Fawkes?" Fawkes replied with a shrill before Flaming out with Dumbledore out of Hogwarts and where to Harry Potter's location.
Dumbledore instinctively raised a shield as he felt a spell shoot towards him and kept the shield raised until the light faded, and Dumbledore saw Mr. Potter and who he could guess as a Windscor as he took mental notes of wand ingredients surrounding him.
"I surrender, I surrender, please stop casting spells I am Albus Dumbledore!" Albus spoke while holding his shield and a few moments later the casting subsided. Albus stopped casting his shield and looked up towards the two other individuals in the room before the employees from earlier stormed into the room with their wands out and spells ready at the tip. Fawkes was happily trilling while sitting on Harry's shoulder and Albus noted that Harry might be Fawkes new companion after he passes away.
Lyal waved the employees down and casted Reparo to undo the damage of stray spells and looked at Albus with a dangerous glare, you could sense the anger within the wand maker. "What the bloody hell are you doing here Mr. Dumbledore? If you needed the shops services so badly you should have come in the front door like anyone else."
Albus raised his hands in defeat and gently spoke to hopefully calm down the agitated shopkeeper. "I never meant to come here, Fawkes gave me information about needing to see Harry then just flamed us here, I apologize for interrupting what you two were currently doing. If I may ask Harry, why are you in a wand shop and not at your relative's house?"
A furious expression appeared on the young man's face and told the two men in the room the tale of how his uncle burst into his room and beat the shit out of him and broke his wand. Harry didn't disclose much information about how he escaped the house, he then told the tale about how he was walking down Diagon and saw this shop and decided to come in and inquire about how the wands were different between Ollivanders and now here he was.
Both Lyal and Albus had furious expressions on their faces and Albus turned to Harry. "Harry my Boy, since I am your magical guardian, we shall speak about this after your wand is built. I am not going to be sending you back to those people as they clearly cannot be trusted, I am sorry that you were put there in the first place and all the blame lies on me." Albus looked up at the teenager and noticed how Harry had a very confused expression on his face.
"Um, Professor. I am getting images in my head randomly and I don't know what they mean, is that from you sir?" Harry spoke with a lot of confusion in his tone.
Albus chuckled at the confusion as he was very confused this happened to him for the first time as well. "I believe Fawkes is speaking with you my boy, it is very unknown this fact about phoenixes, but they can speak to others by sending images to them mentally. It is a very good sign to see as they are only able to do this with potential partners, may I ask what he was sending you?"
"He was sending me pictures of one of his feathers, his tears and the jar on the table with the liquid I believe. Does that make sense to you in anyway?" Harry spoke looking at the other two men in the room.
Lyal gasped at the idea and both Harry and Mr. Dumbledore looked at him with confusion from the random gasp that left Lyals mouth. "I believe what… Fawkes. Was trying to hint at that he would like to donate a feather and some tears for your wand my boy. I've never heard of a thing before as Phoenix ingredients are incredibly rare and potent wand materials. I do wonder why they have to be combined with the basilisk venom in the jar."
"Um, I have both phoenix tears and basilisk venom in my blood from the basilisk I killed last year. My previous wand also had a phoenix feather in it, and I believe it was one of Fawkes." The Phoenix on his shoulder let out a happy trill of sound that filled the room with happiness and joy, Harry raising his hand to the phoenix and giving it a couple of strokes against its feathers. A feather slowly falls off of it's back and into Harry's hand.
"Is this the feather you would like to give me Fawkes?" Harry asked with a smile while he continued to pet the phoenix on his shoulder, Fawkes gave another happy trill and flamed away onto Dumbledores shoulder, appearing on his right shoulder. Dumbledore gave a couple of strokes to underneath Fawkes chin, and he smiled at the two gentlemen in the room.
"I'm glad we were able to be assistance well, Fawkes assistance anyway. I will send you a message later on today Harry to speak with you about your living arrangements."
As soon as Albus was done speaking he disappeared with Fawkes by flaming away, leaving Harry and Lyal by themselves and Lyal walked over to an empty table where he emptied the wand cores and woods together so he could plan to make all of this work, while he was contemplating how he would make the wand he looked over towards Harry.
"Give me three or so hours to figure out how to make all of this work together, I apologize for how long it will take to build the wand, however it is a new one of a kind wand and will require patience and caution for safety concern."
Harry nodded and walked out of the building, noting the time with the surprisingly muggle clock that was displayed on the wall. Harry decided he would go to Gringotts and withdraw some money to do some shopping. Harry turned down the alley and after several minutes he had reached Gringotts, he nodded his head as he passed the two guards posted outside of the building, not seeing the shocked expressions at being treated with respect from a human. Harry walked up to an empty teller and waited patiently while the goblin seemed busy working on a paper.
Moments later the goblin looked down from his teller desk and noticed a young human male, he spoke with an annoyed tone with a hint of anger as he was expecting to be treated with no respect in anyway.
"Can I help you human?" the teller goblin asked.
"Um yes hello, I would like to retrieve some money from my bank vault, if possible, I am afraid I do not have my key with me as my magical guardian has it, My name is Harry Potter."
The goblin looked down in surprise at the human boy and the respect he was given, and immediately regained his thoughts.
"Potter eh? Your bank manager has been wanting to see you for three years now, I will have a goblin come and escort you to go and see him. May your vault overflow, and your enemies fall to your blade."
Harry thought for a second at the oddity of the sentence the goblin spoke and asked "is there a certain term I should reply with? I apologize but I have rarely interacted with goblins and am unaware of any certain phrases I should know."
The goblin grinned as he slipped a paper into a slot in his desk, requesting a goblin to escort Mr. Potter "A proper response would be just to repeat the saying back to me, there are other various sayings, but most are only known in goblin tongue. Thank you for the respect Mr. Potter and I hope we have at Gringotts have a valuable relationship with you.
Harry nodded his head and walked over to the goblin that had arrived mid conversation and patiently waited and began to follow the goblin through a pair of doors that led to a very hallway that screamed luxury and lavishness. The marble flooring was a cream white colour with a unique design to it as there was what could only be explained as veins within the marble material, a unique element or material of some kind running freely throughout the veins as if it was magic itself. The rooms that the goblin and Harry passed had a dark oak type of appearance with gold plates attached to the doors, after a few minutes Harry and the goblin arrived at a room with the name "Potter" attached to the gold plate and the door slowly swung open.
An older elf with visible scars was sat behind a very lavish desk working on some paperwork immediately called Harry inside, and he nervously walked in, the door closing as soon as he was fully inside, and he stood patiently until the goblin finished the paperwork that was on the desk.
"Please sit down Mr. Potter" the goblin spoke as he put the paperwork onto a pile and looked at the boy who sat down in the chair across from him, he looked severely underweight and short for his age.
"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice sir, May your vault overflow and your enemies fall to your blade" Harry bowed his head in respect, the goblin was in charge of his families vaults and he preferred to be on good terms with someone who earns him money then on bad terms.
"May your vaults overflow and your enemies fall to your blade Heir Potter, I am your account manager Slayertooth. We have been sending you letters to ask you to come in and see me monthly since you entered the magical world two years ago, why the hell have you been ignoring our constant requests we send out monthly?" Slayertooth spoke.
Harry was visually confused and replied. "I have never received a letter from Gringotts ever since I've entered the magical world Slayertooth. The only letters I've received are from my friends and my acceptance letter into Hogwarts. Don't get angry with me because I have never received your correspondence."
Slayertooth grumbled in native goblin tongue and hastily wrote on a note before entering it into a slit in his desk. We have wanted to come down for several issues that we would like to get out of the way, before the unfortunate passing of your parents. Your family's ancestral manor was destroyed in the last wizarding war and your father had commissioned Gringotts and its affiliated construction company to rebuild it with several upgrades your father and mother had planned. Your parents were attacked before they were able to sign the documents and since you are the Heir of the Potter family, only you can authorize us to finally begin working." Slayertooth slid then over several forms detailing what upgrades they were going to be doing and restoring the manor.
Harry took hold of the papers and slowly read over them, noting the upgraded wards and somehow goblins had figured out how to have electricity and magic be able to co-exist as magic wreaked havoc on electrically powered items. "The dimensions and grandeur of the manor prior to its destruction slowly made Harry's eyes widen, over ten bedrooms and bathrooms, a full size ball room and a fully enchanted & equipped dueling room. Harry placed the papers on the desk and turned his gaze to Slayertooth.
"Are these additions set in stone or can I modify and add more before I authorize the rebuilding?" Harry asked slightly nervous.
Slayertooth looked at the boy curious as to what he would like to have added or modified but he was certainly able to as the Heir and only living Potter family member.
"What else would you like to add or modify?" Slayertooth asked.
"I would like to have more muggle things installed at the manor including televisions, dial up internet and I would also like a swimming pool and hot tub. I also noted there was no Library in the papers, was there one in the old manor?" Harry asked with a smile.
"We can certainly add all of that of course, it wouldn't be much more work. Your family's Manor was known to have one of the largest libraries within England as it is one of the oldest families recorded in magical Europe, it is included in the forms you may have just glanced over it." Slayertooth finished explaining everything to Harry before himself and Harry signed the authorization.
"Now that you are here, we would like you to officially claim heirship of the Potter family and possibly other families as well. We have an enchanted knife here that will heal any injury it causes. Please cut your finger when I tell you to, I will be placing a special paper that will reveal any potential heirships you may have. When you cut your finger please let the blood drop onto the paper until it begins to work its magic, do you understand?" Slayertooth asked and places a small silver knife engraved beautifully with gold and a thick large brown paper in front of Harry.
Harry grasped the knife nervously and poked his finger with the very tip of the blade, several drops of his blood dripped onto the paper and his finger magically healed itself. Harry didn't notice his finger being healed as the blood on the paper started moving across the paper with a family tree forming with names being added as it continued back until the late fourteenth century, the very top of the paper had two different sentences listed out and Harry read them out loud.
"Heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter and Primary Heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."
Slayertooth let out a surprise sound and looked at Harry, the visible confusion shown clearly on his face.
"it looks like you are the rightful heir of the Potter family and the primary heir of the Black family, it is quite odd that you are, but we will bring you both rings and see if they accept you. is there anything Gringotts can help you with today since you are here?" Slayertooth asked while he slid another small parchment into the hole in his desk.
Harry didn't speak for several moments until he spoke in a slightly embarrassed tone. "I was recently beaten by my Uncle, I've also been beaten most of my life and starved so I have not grown much. I was told that Gringotts are some of the best healers available and I'd like to be treated here if possible. I fear if I went to Saint Mungo's it would become public knowledge."
Slayertooth could only nod in agreement, his emotions roaring in anger at the thought of an innocent child being abused for most of his life. A few moments later two rings in ring jewellery boxes appeared on the desk, both rings looked very beautiful with delicate etching, carving of different animals, what Harry assumed were runes and large stones in the middle of the rings.
"The ring in front of you is the Potter Heirship ring Mr. Potter, as you are the only known Potter left alive and well, you are the direct descendent of all the previous family heads there should be no resistance from the ring in anyway, please slide that onto your right wedding finger, the finger beside the pinky finger." Slayertooth explained.
Harry picked up the ring and carefully slid it onto his right ring finger, slightly disappointed there was no grand magical show of acceptance or anything like that, and Slayertooth laughed at the expression.
"This isn't some fictional story or anything of the sorts Heir Potter I'm sad to say, its just simply putting on the heirship rings onto your finger. They do have some magical components however, such as Potion Detection, they have some built in resilience to legilimency attacks as well."
Harry rolled his eyes as how foolish he must have looked before grabbing the Black heirship ring and sliding it on, noticing how the rings somehow merged together and he looked up at Slayertooth for an explanation, hoping he somehow didn't unite the rings permanently."
Slayertooth leaned forward onto the desk, his arms resting on the top as he noticed the rings magically merge together and snapped his fingers as he remembered something.
"It has been a very long time since someone held two different heirships for two prominent families. I had forgotten that the rings will merge together so you do not have two clunky rings on one finger. Whichever ring you want to be present at the time will appear as you think of the ring. If you think about the Potter heirship ring for a payment of clothes or some other purchase within the alley, it will appear as only the Potter ring and not the combination of the two. I also forgot to mention, and I apologize for forgetting a magical effect the rings have. you can imagine them to be invisible anytime you would like and just fish for them to appear as you would need them." Slayertooth explained, embarrassed he forgot such a crucial detail to the rings.
"Now if you are ready Heir Potter Black, I will escort you to our healing rooms where will you be treated by one of our best Goblin healers, I promise you this." Slayertooth spoke and opened the door for Harry and walked with him further into Gringotts, side by side as they casually talked and got to know each other more.
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