A/N:
Hi guys, here's another update. I am sorry for the late updates was a little busy with my baby. I will try to upload every week from now on, thank you for reading.
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Chapter 9
Revelations and Invitations
The trio made their way to 'Le Magique', a posh restaurant that looked like it had been plucked straight from the pages of a fairy tale. The grand chandeliers shimmered and bathed the dining area in a warm golden glow. Tables were draped in crisp white cloths, with silver cutlery and delicate porcelain plates neatly arranged. The gentle hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated occasionally by the sound of soft laughter.
Daphne looked around in awe. "This is beautiful, Harry. I've never been to such a fancy place."
Harry smiled, "It's one of Sirius's favorites, Both Black's and Potter's have a share in this. He introduced me to it."
They were seated at a private booth, giving them a panoramic view of the restaurant. A server approached them with a bottle of sparkling water, pouring it delicately into their glasses.
As the evening progressed, Harry and Daphne got to know each other better. They laughed at shared stories and bonded over common interests. Sirius, for his part, provided entertaining anecdotes from his days at Hogwarts, often highlighting the many misadventures of the Marauders, which brought a lot of laughter to the table.
When their main course arrived, there was a slight mishap. The server, in a moment of distraction, nearly tipped a dish, sending a splash of sauce careening towards Daphne's pristine white dress. Before anyone could react, Harry, with a swish of his hand, magically halted the sauce mid-air, redirecting it back to the plate.
Daphne looked at Harry, astonishment evident in her eyes. "That was amazing! Thank you, Harry and Wandless too."
Harry chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "It's thanks to Sirius. He's been training me in advanced magic since I met him."
Sirius grinned. "I've always believed in being prepared for any situation, he's very good in wandless magic and Harry's always been a fast learner."
The evening continued in a similar pleasant vein. By the end of the dinner, Daphne seemed genuinely impressed with Harry, not just for his magical prowess, but more so for his kind-heartedness and genuine nature.
As they left the restaurant, Daphne whispered to Sirius, "You've raised a wonderful young man, Sirius. Thank you for this evening."
Sirius beamed, placing an arm around Harry's shoulder, "He's had his challenges, but he's grown into someone I'm incredibly proud of."
As they approached the Greengrass Manor, Daphne looked at Harry and Sirius with a pleased expression. "Thank you for tonight. It was wonderful. Excuse me, I will be back soon"
"We enjoyed it too," Sirius said, as Harry nodded in agreement.
The manor was an impressive building, combining classic and modern magical architecture in a way that was both grand and welcoming. A house-elf greeted them at the door and ushered them into the opulent entry hall, where Mathias Greengrass awaited them.
"Good evening," Mathias greeted, extending his hand to Sirius and then to Harry. "I trust you had an enjoyable outing?"
"We did, thank you," Sirius replied, while Harry gave a shy but earnest smile.
"Would you like to come in for a moment?" Mathias offered. "Olivia, Astoria, and if my guess is correct Daph are in the drawing room."
After a moment's hesitation, Sirius accepted the invitation, following Mathias into a large, elegantly furnished room. Olivia Greengrass stood as they entered, a warm smile on her face. Beside her, a younger girl—presumably Astoria—looked up from her book with curiosity.
"Olivia, Astoria, I'd like to introduce you to Sirius Black and his godson, Harry Potter Black," Mathias announced.
Olivia extended her hand, first to Sirius and then to Harry. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. Daphne has told me so much about this evening already."
Astoria closed her book and stood up, her eyes meeting Harry's. "Nice to meet you, Harry."
Harry smiled back, feeling a bit shy but also interested. "Nice to meet you too, Astoria."
"We wanted to thank you for hosting this evening," Olivia said to Sirius. "Daphne spoke highly of the restaurant and the company and Harry do not be fooled by Astoria's innocent look, she is quite the prankster."
"Ooh, Harry. Competition in the pranks it seems and yeah, The pleasure was ours," Sirius replied. "Harry and I enjoyed it immensely as well."
Olivia turned to Daphne. "Why don't you show Harry the garden? I believe the moonflowers should be in bloom."
Daphne looked at Harry, who nodded. "I'd love to see them," he said.
As they stepped out into the garden, Harry was struck by its beauty. The moonflowers were indeed in bloom, their soft luminescence providing an ethereal glow to the surroundings.
"It's beautiful," Harry said, looking at Daphne.
She smiled. "I've always found peace in this garden. I'm glad I could share it with you."
As they returned to the drawing room, Harry felt a sense of contentment he hadn't experienced in a long time. Soon enough, it was time to depart. Sirius and Harry said their goodbyes, promising to visit again soon. As they stepped out of the manor, Sirius looked down at Harry, his eyes twinkling.
"So, what do you think of the Greengrasses?"
Harry grinned. "They're really nice, Sirius. And Daphne... she's amazing."
Sirius patted him on the back. "Well, looks like this could be the start of something good, eh?"
Harry nodded, his heart full of hope and anticipation. "Yeah, it really could be."
As they walked through the front door of Grimmauld Place, Harry felt the atmosphere shift from the formality of the Greengrass Manor to the cozy warmth of home. The minute he and Sirius entered the sitting room, Draco and Elara looked up expectantly from the game of wizard chess they were playing.
"So, how'd it go?" Draco asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Elara's gaze was more curious than teasing. "Yes, tell us everything!"
Harry felt his cheeks heat up, but he couldn't hide his enthusiasm. "It was really nice," he began, "Daphne is... she's great, you know? Really polite, and kind, and we talked about a bunch of different things—"
"Like?" prompted Draco, intrigued.
Harry hesitated, smiling at the memory. "Like our favorite books, Quidditch, school subjects. But it wasn't just what we talked about, it was how easy it was to talk to her. And her family was really welcoming, too."
Narcissa, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but smile at Harry's description. It had been a long time since she had seen him so buoyant and genuinely excited about meeting someone new.
"That sounds lovely, Harry," she said warmly. "It seems like the evening went as well as we could have hoped."
"And you should have seen the garden," Harry continued, almost lost in the memory. "They had moonflowers. They glow in the dark, and it was just... magical, in every sense of the word."
Elara clapped her hands together, her eyes shining. "That sounds like a fairytale!"
"It kinda felt like one," Harry admitted.
"And what about you, Sirius? How was your evening?" Narcissa asked, turning towards him.
Sirius chuckled. "I was the designated chaperone, but they hardly needed me. Harry and Daphne were in a world of their own. And the Greengrasses were nothing short of delightful."
Narcissa nodded. "I'm glad to hear that. Strong family bonds are a good sign in any potential alliance, especially a matrimonial one."
"Does this mean what I think it means?" Draco asked, looking between Harry and Narcissa.
Harry shrugged, grinning. "Well, it's just one date, but yeah, it's a start. A really, really good start."
Harry was just finishing a game of Exploding Snap with Draco and Elara when Kreacher popped into the room holding a letter.
"For Master Harry, sir," Kreacher said, handing the letter to Harry.
"Thanks, Kreacher," Harry said, quickly tearing open the letter. His eyes widened as he read through it. "Guys, listen to this!"
He cleared his throat and read aloud:
"Dear Harry,
Sorry for the late reply, I usually do not get any letters. I was so surprised and happy to receive your letter! I always knew we were godbrothers, but I never thought we'd actually get to meet. Gran tells me stories about our parents being good friends, and I've always wanted to meet you.
Would you like to meet up? Gran suggested we could go to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley. Let me know what you think.
Best Wishes,
Neville Longbottom"
Harry looked up from the letter, his eyes shining with excitement. "Can you believe it? I'm finally going to meet Neville!"
"That's awesome, Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "You've talked about wanting to meet him for ages."
Elara's eyes twinkled. "This is so exciting! Neville is your godbrother, right?"
"Yeah, and I've never met him before. This is a big deal for me," Harry said, his voice tinged with emotion.
"Then let's write back and set it up," suggested Draco.
Nodding, Harry grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and quickly scribbled a response.
"Dear Neville,
I'm thrilled to hear from you, I thought you had read the letter and did not reply, and I would absolutely love to meet up. The ice cream parlor sounds like a great idea. How about this Saturday at 2 pm? I'll also be bringing along my cousins Draco and Elara. I'm sure you'll like them!
Looking forward to meeting you and your grandmother.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter"
After reading the letter aloud to Draco and Elara for their approval, Harry folded it neatly and gave it to Kreacher. "Could you take this to Neville Longbottom, and make sure he reads this, please?"
"Certainly, Master Harry," Kreacher said, taking the letter and disappearing with a pop.
Harry turned to Draco and Elara, a grin spreading across his face. "I can't wait for Saturday!"
"Neither can we," Draco said, sharing a smile with Elara. "This is going to be another magical moment in a week full of them."
Sirius, Harry, Draco, and Elara strolled down Diagon Alley, enjoying the lively atmosphere of witches and wizards going about their business. As they approached Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, they spotted Neville and his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, waiting outside. Augusta was a stern-looking witch with a prominent vulture-topped hat, but her eyes softened at the sight of the young ones.
Harry's face broke into a wide grin, and he made his way over to Neville. "Neville!" He exclaimed, pulling his godbrother into a warm hug.
"Harry," Neville responded, returning the embrace with equal enthusiasm. "It's so good to finally meet you."
"Let me introduce you," Harry began, pointing towards Draco and Elara. "This is Draco, my cousin, and this is Elara."
Draco offered a polite nod, while Elara, her hair shifting in shades of blue in her excitement, gave a brilliant smile. "Hello, Neville!"
The two boys exchanged pleasantries while Augusta and Sirius shared their own greetings. After a while, everyone settled into a table outside the parlor. Ice creams of all varieties were ordered, with peculiar combinations that only kids could imagine.
While they were engrossed in their treats, a playful breeze swirled around, catching Elara's hat and carrying it away. As she exclaimed in distress, Neville, without even realizing it, pointed his hand towards the escaping hat. The hat stopped mid-air and slowly floated back to Elara, settling perfectly on her head.
Everyone at the table, especially Augusta, watched in awe. Elara, touched by Neville's act, murmured a soft "Thank you," her eyes wide with surprise.
"That was brilliant, Neville!" Harry exclaimed, his voice full of surprise.
Draco, ever the composed one, added, "I've never seen such controlled accidental magic."
Neville, blushing from the sudden attention, mumbled, "I just didn't want Elara to lose her hat."
Augusta, her eyes glistening, looked at Neville with immense pride. "That's the first time he's done anything like that since he was a baby," she said to Sirius, her voice filled with emotion.
The day turned out to be even better than Harry had anticipated. As they finished their ice creams and the sun began to dip, casting golden hues on the cobblestone streets, Augusta turned to Sirius.
"Mr. Black," she began formally but with warmth, "I'd like to invite you and the young ones to Longbottom Manor. It would be good for Neville to spend time with friends."
Sirius smiled. "We would be honored, Madam Longbottom."
The next morning, the chime of the front door echoed through Grimmauld Place. Kreacher, the house elf, appeared momentarily to announce, "Master Remus Lupin is here."
Harry, Draco, and Elara, who had been playing a game of Wizard Chess in the parlor, looked up excitedly. "Uncle Moony!" Harry exclaimed, using the nickname Sirius had told him about. The three children scrambled up and rushed to the entryway.
As they reached the door, they found Sirius embracing a man with sandy brown hair, graying at the temples, and kind, weary eyes. "Remus," Sirius said warmly, "I have some people who are dying to meet you."
Remus Lupin smiled and turned to the trio. His eyes immediately met Harry's, and a sense of indescribable joy filled him. "So, you must be Harry," he said softly, kneeling to the eye level of the young boy.
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, feeling instantly drawn to the kind-eyed man. "It's nice to meet you, Uncle Moony."
"The pleasure is all mine," Remus responded, pulling Harry into a gentle hug.
Draco, not one to be left out, extended his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy," he said, every bit the young aristocrat but with a genuine smile.
Remus shook his hand. "Ah, yes. Sirius has told me much about you. And who is this young lady?" He turned to Elara, who was shifting her hair into various shades of pastel colors, a sign of her excitement and slight nervousness.
"I'm Elara," she said, beaming. "Nice to meet you, Uncle Moony!"
Remus felt his eyes well up for a moment, overwhelmed by the warm reception. "Nice to meet you too, Elara," he replied, hugging her.
They all moved to the living room, where tea and biscuits were already prepared. Remus sat down, taking in the sight of Sirius surrounded by a new generation. It felt like a picture of what could have been and what now was—a family coming together after years of hardship.
"So, Uncle Moony, what's your favorite spell?" Harry asked, brimming with curiosity.
Remus chuckled. "Oh, that's a tough one. I'd have to say it's the Patronus Charm. Quite advanced magic, but very useful."
"What does it do?" Elara inquired, her hair swirling in a blend of blue and pink hues.
"It summons a Patronus, a kind of guardian, that can fend off certain dark creatures," Remus explained, delighting in the children's enthusiasm.
"And you'll teach us?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow in that uniquely Malfoy way.
"I'd be honored," Remus said, his heart swelling with happiness.
For Remus, being in Grimmauld Place—once a symbol of pure-blood elitism, now a home filled with love and acceptance—was like a balm to years of loneliness and sorrow. Seeing Harry, who looked so much like James yet had Lily's eyes, and meeting the other children who so eagerly accepted him into their world, made him feel incredibly hopeful for the future.
He glanced at Sirius, who caught his eye and nodded subtly, as if to say, "We've made it, Moony. We've finally made it." And for the first time in a very long time, Remus Lupin felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Several days after Remus's visit, another arrival was announced at Grimmauld Place. This time, it was Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Harry's adopted grandma and a long-time friend of both Sirius and Remus.
"Professor McGonagall is here," Kreacher intoned, ushering the witch into the living room where the children were engaged in a round of Exploding Snap.
Minerva took in the scene before her with a warm smile. She looked the same as ever, her graying hair pulled into a tight bun and her emerald eyes piercing but kind. She wore her usual emerald robes, adorned with a pin of a silver tabby cat. Her eyes naturally settled on Harry, and her heart clenched a little at how much he resembled his father, yet with the same softness in his eyes that Lily had possessed.
"Harry," Sirius introduced, "this is Professor McGonagall. She was one of your parents' teachers at Hogwarts, The one mentioned in your parents will as Grandma Minny and is a very good friend of our family."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am," said Harry, getting up from his seat and extending his hand, remembering the manners Narcissa had taught him.
"Oh, call me Grandma Min," she said, her voice tinged with emotion as she enveloped Harry in a hug. "I've known your father since his birth and your mother since her first year at Hogwarts. I watched them grow up, fall in love, and become the extraordinary people they were. It's an honor to meet their son."
Harry's face broke into a broad smile, his eyes shining. "It's an honor to meet you too, Grandma Min."
Turning her attention to the others, Minerva found Draco and Elara watching her with curiosity. "And you must be Draco and Elara," she said, shifting into a less formal tone.
"Yes, ma'am—er, Grandma Min," said Draco, also standing to shake her hand.
"I'm Elara!" the little metamorphmagus chimed in, her hair taking on a tartan pattern that matched Minerva's robes, eliciting a chuckle from the older witch.
"Well, it's delightful to meet all of you," Minerva said, her heart feeling fuller than it had in years.
They moved to the sitting area, where Kreacher had prepared a fresh set of tea and biscuits. As Minerva regaled them with tales of James and Lily's school days (with Sirius providing the less school-appropriate anecdotes), the children listened with rapt attention, drinking in every word.
When it was time for Minerva to leave, she gave each child another hug, lingering a bit longer with Harry. "I'll see you soon, all of you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "And Harry, I'm looking forward to the day when you all walk through the doors of Hogwarts. Your parents would be so proud of all of you."
As the door closed behind her, Sirius turned to the kids. "Well, what did you think?"
"She's amazing," Harry said, a faraway look in his eyes as he pondered the connection to the parents he'd never known.
Draco and Elara nodded in agreement, their faces glowing with the warmth of the afternoon's meeting.
"Grandma Min is the best," Elara concluded, her hair turning a joyful shade of pink.
On a lazy Saturday afternoon, the children of Grimmauld Place decided to play an impromptu game of hide and seek. The manor provided an abundance of hiding spots, and the giggles of excitement echoed through the halls.
Harry, Neville, Draco, Daphne, Astoria, and Elara scattered to find the perfect hiding spots. Harry, decided to explore the old and mysterious corridors of Grimmauld Place.
As he wandered, he stumbled upon a dusty, forgotten portrait tucked away in a dimly lit corner.
The portrait depicted none other than Salazar Slytherin himself, with his majestic basilisk coiled beside him. The ancient wizard and his serpent were engaged in a conversation that seemed to transcend time.
As Harry approached, the conversation reached an interesting point. Salazar was discussing the qualities of children and their potential in magic. Intrigued, Harry listened intently.
"The potential of children is boundless, my dear friend. They carry the spark of magic within them, waiting to be ignited," Salazar mused, his eyes fixed on the basilisk.
"Indeed, Salazar. But it is crucial to guide them, to shape their destinies," the basilisk replied in a low, hissing voice.
Just as they were about to delve into the specifics of guiding young witches and wizards, Harry, not wanting to miss out on the conversation, interrupted.
"Excuse me, Mr. Slytherin, what are you talking about?"
Salazar turned his gaze toward Harry, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "Ah, a curious young one. We were discussing the potential of magical children and the importance of guidance."
Harry, unaware that he was speaking Parseltongue, responded, "Oh, I like magic! Do you have any stories about magic, Mr. Slytherin?"
The basilisk, understanding Harry perfectly, hissed approvingly, "Indeed, young one. Magic is a vast and wondrous realm, filled with mysteries and adventures."
At that moment, Cassiopeia Black, who had been discreetly watching over the children, overheard the conversation. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized Harry was speaking Parseltongue. The revelation left her both astonished and concerned and she couldn't contain her shock as she approached the scene.
"Harry, how are you speaking Parseltongue?" Cassiopeia inquired, her gaze fixed on the young boy.
Harry, still unaware of the significance of his words, looked at her innocently and replied, "I'm not speaking Parseltongue, Aunt Cassiopeia. I'm speaking English."
Cassiopeia turned to Salazar Slytherin in the portrait, seeking an explanation. "He insists he's speaking English, Salazar. How is this possible?"
Salazar Slytherin regarded Harry with keen interest and then addressed Cassiopeia, "Perhaps, my dear, the boy is more connected to our heritage than you realize. Parseltongue is a gift that runs in the blood of Slytherin's descendants. It seems he may be more than just a Black."
Cassiopeia's eyes widened, absorbing the weight of Salazar's words. "Are you suggesting he might be the heir of Slytherin?"
The basilisk hissed in agreement, "And possibly Hufflepuff as well. The ancient magic of Hogwarts intertwines in mysterious ways."
Cassiopeia, though accustomed to the magical intricacies of her family, found herself grappling with the idea that Harry, a mere child, could be connected to the founders of Hogwarts. The implications were staggering.
Turning back to Harry, she asked tentatively, "Harry, can you understand what Salazar Slytherin is saying?"
Harry nodded, still oblivious to the profound implications of his ability. "Yes, Aunt Cassiopeia. He's telling me stories about magic."
Cassiopeia exchanged a glance with Salazar Slytherin, realizing that Harry might be a bridge between the present and the magical legacy of the past.
Cassiopeia, her emotions a swirl of shock and elation, immediately called for Kreacher. The aged house elf appeared with a snap of his fingers, his wrinkled features adorned with a curious expression.
"Kreacher, gather the family. We have something of utmost importance to discuss," Cassiopeia commanded, her voice betraying a mix of shock and excitement.
The old house elf bowed low, "Yes, Mistress Cassiopeia. Kreacher will summon the family."
Within moments, the Black family began to assemble in the grand meeting room of Grimmauld Place. The children, sensing the urgency in Cassiopeia's tone, gathered in the family drawing room as Neville, Astoria and Daphne, who had been enjoying their time with the Black family left. Lord Arcturus, Sirius, Narcissa, and the children—Harry, Draco, and Elara—gathered, their expressions curious as they took their seats.
Cassiopeia stood at the head of the table, a glint of anticipation in her eyes. She took a deep breath before delivering the news that would undoubtedly reshape the destiny of the Black family.
"Family, we have made a most astonishing discovery. Young Harry, our newest addition to the family, possesses the ability to speak Parseltongue."
Gasps and murmurs filled the room. Arcturus leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Harry. "Parseltongue, you say?"
Cassiopeia nodded, her excitement palpable. "Yes, and it doesn't end there. Salazar Slytherin himself, through a portrait, has acknowledged a potential connection between Harry and the founders of Hogwarts. He might be not only the heir of Slytherin but also Hufflepuff."
The gravity of the revelation hung in the air, sinking in slowly. Lord Arcturus, usually composed and authoritative, found himself momentarily stunned.
Sirius, always the one to react passionately, exclaimed, "You mean Harry is connected to Hogwarts' founders? How is that even possible?"
Cassiopeia continued, "Salazar Slytherin believes that there might be some squibs of his and Helga Hufflepuffs family might have been married into Harry's family, and Harry might be a conduit to the magical legacy of the past."
The room buzzed with a mixture of awe and speculation. The children, sensing the importance of the moment, looked at Harry with wide-eyed curiosity.
Arcturus finally spoke, his voice carrying the weight of realization. "This changes everything. We must delve into the mysteries surrounding Harry's heritage and uncover the extent of his connection to the founders. Our family, it seems, is bound to Hogwarts in ways we never imagined."
Sirius looked at Harry with a mixture of pride and curiosity. "You're not just a Black, Harry. You might be a direct heir to Hogwarts founders. That's quite the legacy!"
Arcturus spoke again, " Let's go to Gringotts tomorrow, they will have answers for our every question."
As the Black family arrived at Gringotts, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Arcturus Black, driven by the urgency to unravel Harry's lineage, led the family deeper into the grand halls of the bank. The goblins, ever watchful, guided them to the office of the Chief Goblin.
The family settled in, each wearing a mix of curiosity and determination on their faces. Arcturus, the epitome of authority, requested an audience with the Chief Goblin, insisting on the utmost urgency of their inquiry.
After a brief wait, the Chief Goblin entered, exuding an air of command and knowledge. His gaze fell upon the gathered family, and with a nod, he indicated for them to begin.
"Chief Goblin Ragnok," Arcturus began, his voice resonating with gravity, "We seek your expertise in a matter of utmost importance. We believe that young Harry here might be linked to the noble lineage of Hogwarts' founders."
The Chief Goblin's eyes glinted with interest. "An intriguing claim, Lord Black. Such legacies are of great significance."
"We need to ascertain if Harry is indeed a descendant of Slytherin and Hufflepuff," Arcturus continued, his tone unwavering. "Can Gringotts provide us with the necessary information regarding his lineage?"
The Chief Goblin, well-versed in the ancient records, contemplated the request. "Bloodlines and legacies are meticulously documented in our archives. If such a heritage exists, Gringotts holds the key to unveil it."
"Would it be possible to access this information?" Sirius interjected, his eagerness evident.
The Chief Goblin nodded solemnly. "For a matter of this magnitude, it is within our capabilities. However, such revelations are not to be taken lightly. The heritage of the Hogwarts founders is a revered aspect of wizarding history."
Arcturus nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "We understand the weight of this inquiry. But if Harry indeed carries such a legacy, it's imperative for his future and education."
The Chief Goblin, understanding the importance of their request, assured them, "Rest assured, Lord Black. Gringotts shall provide what information we possess regarding Harry's ancestry. Let's start the ritual for this."
The room within Gringotts Bank where the ritual unfolded felt charged with ancient magic. Harry stood at the center, flanked by Arcturus, Cassiopeia, Sirius, the children, and a gathered group of goblins who were well-versed in the ancestral rituals of inheritance.
The ritual commenced, an intricate weave of incantations and mystical artifacts. Harry, enveloped in a cocoon of ethereal energies, felt a resonance deep within himself as if his very essence were being examined by the threads of history.
The goblins chanted ancient verses, their voices resonating with power. Harry's eyes shimmered, a kaleidoscope of emotions dancing within, as the ritual delved into the depths of his magical lineage.
After what seemed like an eternity, the goblins ceased their incantations, the room falling into a hushed silence. Harry, dazed yet intrigued, sought answers from their expressions.
One of the senior goblins stepped forward, bearing a tome that seemed to hold the weight of centuries within its pages. His voice echoed with reverence as he delivered the proclamation.
"Harry Potter, heir to the noble Houses of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw through the ancient line of Potters along with The Peverells," the goblin announced, the words carrying a weighty significance.
"Moreover," the goblin continued, "the blood of Slytherin and Hufflepuff courses through your veins. The legacy of Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff is intertwined within the lineage of Lily Evans, your mother's ancestors. The union of Potter and Evans bloodlines awakened the dormant abilities and heritage of the founders within you."
The chief goblin gave Arcturus a scroll and said, "Here's the family chart in which the convergence of the lines happened."
Potter Family Lineage:Harry Potter:
Son of James Potter & Lily Evans
James Potter:
Son of Fleamont Potter & Euphemia Potter
Fleamont Potter:
Son of Henry Potter & Elswith
Henry Potter:
Son of Charlus Potter & Amanda
Charlus Potter:
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Osric Potter:
Son of Alfred & Edith Gryffindor (Daughter of Dunstan Gryffindor and Edith Hufflepuff)
Lily Evans:
Daughter of Thomas &
Granddaughter of Phoebe Evans (Squib) & a Muggle
Phoebe Evans:
Daughter of Percival Evans (Squib) & Clarissa (Squib, Hufflepuff lineage)
Percival Evans:
Son of a Squib of unknown lineage
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Signberth Evans
Son of Cuthbert Evans and Wulfurn Slytherin
Connection to Founders:Gryffindor/Ravenclaw Lineage:
Through James Potter's lineage (descendant of Henry Potter and Charlus Potter)
Slytherin/Hufflepuff Lineage:
Through Lily Evans' lineage (from Phoebe Evans, daughter of Percival Evans & Clarissa)
Connection to Peverells:Peverell Lineage:
The Peverell lineage, tied to the three brothers of the Deathly Hallows legend, intersects with the Potter family through distant ancestry, with Harry being the modern heir.
In the Gringotts room, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of astonishment and awe as the revelation of Harry's lineage settled in.
Sirius, ever the joker, couldn't resist a quip, "Well, Harry, it seems you've got more houses to your name than anyone in Hogwarts history! What do you plan to do with all that real estate?"
Draco and Elara were visibly intrigued, exchanging curious glances, their young minds eager to explore the implications. Narcissa and Cassiopeia exchanged smiles, their pride evident in their expressions.
Arcturus, the usually stern patriarch, couldn't contain his delight, his eyes sparkling with pride as he gazed at Harry. "Remarkable," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "To be tied to all four founders and the Peverells... it's beyond extraordinary, Harry. You've inherited a legacy that few could even dream of."
The gravity of the moment settled upon them, a realization that Harry was bound to a legacy of immense significance, a destiny that would shape his path in the magical world. The Gringott's room resonated with a sense of anticipation, as though the discovery had opened a door to unprecedented possibilities for the young wizard.
Chief Goblin Ragnok, with a respectful nod toward Harry, addressed the young wizard directly, "Master Harry Potter, as the designated heir apparent of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and the Peverell family, it falls upon you to decide if you wish to claim the responsibilities and privileges that come with each lineage."
Harry, taken aback by the weight of the offer, turned to Cassiopeia, seeking guidance. Cassiopeia, with a reassuring smile, placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry," she spoke gently, "this is an honor unlike any other. To be the custodian of such noble and ancient legacies is a mark of great respect within the wizarding world."
She continued, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of heritage, "It's a responsibility, Harry, one that holds the key to knowledge, traditions, and the history of these esteemed houses. It's a privilege to safeguard their values and contribute to their legacies."
Harry, though overwhelmed, understood the gravity of the moment. With a solemn nod and a spark of determination in his eyes, he turned back to Chief Goblin Ragnok.
"I accept," he declared, his voice steady, embracing the weighty but revered responsibility laid upon his shoulders.
Chief Goblin Ragnok meticulously presented the heir rings, each gleaming with its unique emblem and magical aura. "Master Harry Potter," Ragnok began, his voice resonating in the grandeur of the Gringotts room, "these rings signify your connection to the noble houses of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, as well as the Peverell family. They shall serve as emblems of your stewardship and guardianship over these legacies."
With a wave of his hand, Ragnok's explanation delved into the rings' remarkable properties. "Each ring is imbued with protective enchantments, offering guidance and insights into the history and secrets of its respective house. They are also charmed to function as portkeys, transporting you to the locations significant to the house they represent."
Ragnok's eyes gleamed as he continued, "Moreover, on your eleventh birthday, should you choose, you may claim the Lordship of Hogwarts and attain emancipation. This would grant you substantial influence over the school's affairs and considerable autonomy within the magical community."
In a show of acceptance and resolve, Harry nodded, indicating his understanding and willingness to embrace this destiny.
With a sense of reverence, he placed the heir rings, including the ones from the Black and Potter families, onto his index finger. As the rings aligned, a powerful resonance emanated from their fusion, merging into a single band that adorned his finger.
Instantly, Harry felt a surge of ancient knowledge and connection flooding his senses. The unified ring bore the amalgamation of their powers, offering him a deep understanding of the houses' legacies and their significance. It also granted him the unique ability to use them as portkeys to specific locations.
In the aftermath of the revelations at Gringotts, Grimmauld Place buzzed with a sense of heightened caution and anticipation. Arcturus, with a grave expression, summoned Kreacher, the ancient house-elf, to discuss fortifications.
"Kreacher," Arcturus began, his tone carrying the weight of responsibility, "we need to bolster the wards around Grimmauld Place. Harry's newfound legacy brings both honor and peril. We must ensure utmost protection against any potential threats."
Kreacher, bowing deeply, acknowledged the task at hand. "Master Arcturus, Kreacher will reinforce the house's defenses, making it impregnable to all but those we trust."
As the Black family convened, Arcturus addressed them with a stern countenance. "It's imperative that we maintain utmost discretion regarding Harry's lineage. This knowledge is to remain within this household and among a select few we trust Minerva, Remus, the Greengrasses, and the Longbottoms."
Cassiopeia nodded in agreement, her steely gaze fixing upon each family member, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "This information is not to be shared, not even in whispers. Harry's safety depends on our discretion."
As the night deepened, Arcturus gently ushered the children off to bed, ensuring they found rest amidst the whirlwind of revelations. Sending Kreacher on his errand, he dispatched a message to Remus and Minerva, summoning them to Grimmauld Place the following day for a crucial discussion about the children's education.
The next day, as the trusted members of their circle arrived, the topic of the children's schooling was laid on the table. Remus, and Minerva, ever astute and deeply invested in the children's welfare, suggested a comprehensive homeschooling program before they ventured into any formal education.
Minerva leaned forward, her expression resolute yet caring. "Given the magnitude of their heritage and the immense responsibilities they carry, it's prudent to provide them with a robust education right here at Grimmauld Place. We can ensure they receive a well-rounded curriculum, tailored to their unique circumstances and heritage."
Remus, nodding in agreement, added, "This approach will afford them the necessary time and guidance to understand and harness their legacies before they enter any external academic institutions."
The suggestion resonated deeply with the family, and Arcturus nodded thoughtfully. "It's imperative they understand the gravity of their lineage. Home education, at least for a time, may provide the foundation they need."
Cassiopeia concurred, "Their safety and knowledge of their heritage come first. Homeschooling offers a controlled environment where they can learn without the risks of exposure."
In the dimly lit drawing room of Grimmauld Place, Harry, Draco, and Elara sat with their elders, engaged in a discussion about their education. As the plans for homeschooling were laid out, Harry, with a thoughtful glint in his eye, turned to his grandfather, Arcturus.
"Grandpa Arcturus," Harry began, his voice filled with earnestness, "if we're going to learn together, wouldn't it be good to have Daphne with us too? She's my betrothed, and Neville's my godbrother. It would be better if we all learn together."
Arcturus regarded Harry with a mix of surprise and approval. "A wise suggestion, Harry. It's essential to involve those who are intricately connected to our family. Daphne and Neville will certainly benefit from such an education. I will send a letter to their guardians regarding this."
Cassiopeia nodded in agreement. "Including Daphne and Neville would not only strengthen their bond with our family but also ensure a collective understanding of their roles in our heritage."
Draco and Elara exchanged excited glances, showing agreement with Harry's proposal. The prospect of learning alongside their friends and understanding the intricacies of their magical legacies together piqued their curiosity.
Arcturus went into his study and started to draft the letters to the Longbottoms and Greengrasses.
Dear Lady Augusta,
I trust this letter finds you in good health. I'm writing this letter regarding my wards, Harry, Draco, and Elara, who will be embarking on a comprehensive homeschooling program. Given the significant connections between our families, we thought it prudent and beneficial for Neville to join this educational endeavor.
This program will focus on imparting a well-rounded education that encompasses not only traditional subjects but also the knowledge of their respective legacies. Their combined learning would strengthen familial bonds and provide a deeper understanding of their heritage.
We extend an invitation for Neville to join us at Grimmauld Place for this educational journey. Your thoughts and considerations on this matter are highly valued.
With kindest regards,
Arcturus Black
Lord of House Black
Dear Lord Greengrass,
I hope this letter finds you well. As discussions ensue regarding the educational pursuits of our wards—Harry, Draco, and Elara—we find it fitting to extend an invitation to young Daphne for a comprehensive homeschooling program.
Given the close connections between our families, we believe that including Daphne in this educational initiative would foster deeper understanding and strengthen familial ties. This program aims to provide an encompassing education, including a focus on their legacies and responsibilities.
We cordially invite Daphne to join us at Grimmauld Place for this educational journey. Your thoughts and considerations on this matter would be highly appreciated.
With warm regards,
Arcturus Black
Lord of House Black
As the moon climbed high in the night sky, Arcturus Black called for Kreacher with the letters he had meticulously penned. With a solemn nod to the devoted house elf, Arcturus retired for the night, the weight of the day's events fading into the solace of the evening.
Kreacher, loyal as ever, clutched the missives tightly, their seal bearing the distinctive mark of House Black. The house-elf vanished into the shadows of Grimmauld Place, tasked with the crucial responsibility of delivering the letters to their intended recipients. And within the sheltered confines of Grimmauld Place, tranquility settled over the sleeping household, awaiting the dawn that would herald new chapters in the lives intertwined by lineage and destiny.