The grand mansion proudly stood atop the cliff, its architecture and magnificence echoing the illustrious history of the family it housed. Yet, this crucial piece of history remained veiled from both wizards and Muggles alike, concealed behind ancient magics.
In a huge study room which belonged to the lord of the house, a boy not older than 10 was seated in the plush armchair, pondering over his next steps. His black hair bore a reddish tinge, falling in gentle curls across his forehead. His emerald eyes gleamed without the hindrance of glasses, radiating their brilliance for all to witness. The boy seemed tall for his age, with well-proportioned limbs and developed muscles. He was well dressed in expensive robes and was seated with the grace befitting one raised in the highest echelons of nobility. All in all, no one observing this aristocratic boy could connect him to the scared six-year-old Harry Potter, clad in rags, who was regularly beaten by his uncle and cousin.
Harry Potter, or Hadrian Ignotus Peverell as he had legally and magically changed his name into, sat in the lord's study, contemplating when to proceed with the blood ritual to gain access to his family's artifacts. As he got lost in his own mind, his thoughts drifted back to the day he had escaped from the hellhole that was the Dursleys and arrived in the ancestral home of the Peverells.
Flashback
A young Harry Potter woke up disoriented as he felt the soft covers underneath him. He had never slept in a bed before, but he was quite sure that even Aunt Petunia did not have access to such luxury. He looked around the room he was in and was immediately startled by the enormous display of wealth that was portrayed from everything in there, from the bed to the furniture, the chandelier and the mantelpieces by the fireplace, which was roaring with flames, spreading gentle warmth in the room.
Crack!
Harry suddenly jumped up as he looked towards the source of the noise. What came into his vision was perhaps the most bizarre creature that Harry had ever seen, with flappy ears and big round eyes that seemed to be filled with worry as it observed the small form of Harry wrapped in the much bigger covers.
"Master is awake! Tripsy was beside herself with worry. Oh how happy Tripsy was when she sensed the arrival of a new Master of the Peverell! Tripsy was afraid you would never wake up!" the creature, which was apparently named Tripsy, squeaked.
"Err…who are you? And what is this place? Why am I here?" Harry asked uncertainly. And as Tripsy launched into an explanation of the magical world, a complete universe of impossibilities that was hidden from the non-magic folk, or 'muggles' as Tripsy called them, he was enthralled by the roads and opportunities that now laid before him. So overwhelmed was he that he again fell unconscious, with Tripsy fretting over him again.