Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: I know it's been a while. My computer died and I had to wait for parts to build a new one. Also, I made a mistake in the last chapter. At this point, Harry is eleven. Not ten. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Harrison shifted as he opened his eyes, disoriented and unsure of where he was or what was happening. He sat up, trying to gather his thoughts and fight the headache that still lingered. He remembered everything now. Being Harry Potter, being killed by his so called friends because of Dumbledore's lingering influence...he frowned to himself, knowing that this was his chance. It should be 1971 if he is eleven years old. And yesterday, he remembers getting his letter along with his things. Or the used things that he is fully intending to replace if he can. He moved from the bed, heading into the bathroom. He fully intended to leave this place and never come back. They weren't abusive but this place would only hinder his development. He knew that they already have if his height was anything to go by.
As he stood in front of the mirror, he was hit at how much he looked like Tom Riddle and frowned. Death had told him that he would essentially be a new person and that he would choose the family that Harry would be born from. As he stared at his wavy hair and blue-grey eyes, it suddenly hit him what his name was here.
Harrison Riddle.
He was...could he be the so called son of the dark lord? Harrison knew that if he was...he didn't care. He was going to do things differently. He couldn't allow the traitors to win this time...and if that meant joining Voldemort, then so be it. Anything to survive. Harrison frowned in thought, and decided that getting to the alley and then Gringotts couldn't wait. He needed to know exactly who he was and what he had to work with in this time. He had memories of his so called childhood, one devoid of love and friends. A childhood that was much like Tom Riddle's. He shook his head and moved back into his room, quickly dressing quietly so that he could slip away unnoticed. He grabbed the few things he managed to buy yesterday under McGonagall's watchful eye and wandlessly shrunk the items, putting them in his pockets. If he can manage to find a vault or something that he could use, then he can replace these items-except for his wand. It was made of ebony wood and thestral hair. Hard and unyielding which now Harry understands is what he wants to be.
With his memories returned to him, Harry didn't find it difficult to get to the Alley. He called for the knight bus and was able to use his few remaining sickles to pay for the trip. When he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry wasted no time stepping inside and getting to the back entrance to Diagon Alley. He tapped the bricks needed and the doorway opened, showing the busy alley. Harry stepped through and made his way to Gringotts. The big white building was as imposing as ever, but also untouched by the war that had tore it in two. Or rather the dragon that had torn the roof off of the bank when Harry and his friends escaped.
He approached one of the open tellers and waited to be acknowledged. Harry had learned the hard way not to rush the goblins. Besides, being polite and firm got you much farther in terms of services.
"Yes?" the goblin sneered, looking down it's nose at Harry.
"Hello Master Goblin. I am wondering if I could get an inheritance test. The cost can be taken from any of the vaults that I will have access to," Harry said, hoping that his hunch was correct. If he was the Dark Lord's son...his heir, then he should be able to claim some things like the Peverell vaults and maybe even something connected to the Slytherin family. That's not even counting whomever his mother may be.
The goblin narrowed his eyes. "And if there is no vault to claim? How will you pay for our service that costs two hundred galleons?"
Harry didn't even blink. "It will work. If not, I have some muggle pounds to be exchanged so that you may be paid."
The goblin inclined his head. "Very well. Please know that if you are unable to pay the fee, we will take any form of payment that we may come across connected to you. Follow me."
Harry followed the goblin past the other tells and through a back door. The hall was ornate and richly decorated. There was gold infused with the wallpaper and the floor was made of marble. Soon they reached a room and Harry followed the Goblin's silent instruction to take a seat in front of the small work desk. Harry observed his surroundings before he rested his eyes on the goblin, watching as the creature pulled out a small kit. The kit was opened to reveal a thick parchment and a knife set. The goblin offered one of the smaller knives.
"You will cut your hand and bleed onto the parchment," the goblin explained, "How much blood determines how much information is given. If you do just a couple of drops, that's only your name. If you fill the page, it may very well give you your entire magical ancestry."
Harry nodded and took the knife, slicing his palm. Then he allowed the blood to flow, covering the parchment. Harry knew that the more blood he used, the more likely he would find vaults or families he could claim. Once the parchment was covered, the goblin took it and used his own magic to begin the process. Harry watched as his current name started to spread out on the top of the form.
Harrison Salazar Riddle
Father: Tom Marvolo Riddle
Mother: Casseopeia Andromeda Black
Heir Apparent: Slytherin, Black, Peverell
Family Ties: Potter, Malfoy, Longbottom, Lestrange, Nott, Moon…
The list went on, naming all the wizarding families that Harrison shared an ancestor with. Then the bottom of the page began to list vaults available to him. One glance at the goblin showed Harry that the creature was greedily staring at the list. He smiled a grin of only sharp teeth at the young lad.
"All seems to be in order, Mr. Riddle," the goblin said, greasy in tone, "I will retrieve the different rings along with the keys to the vaults you may use."
Harry nodded, leaning back. He watched as the goblin left the room before it returned a short time later with the rings and also the keys.
"You cannot get the heir ring for the Black family. With your...disappearance, Orion Black has handed it to his oldest son, Sirius Black. We will send a formal recall of it so that you may go through the trials officially. But here are the heir rings for the Slytherin and Peverell families."
Harry nodded and reached for the rings, and slid on the Peverell ring and then the Slytherin ring. He felt the family magicks settle over his body like a comforting blanket and smiled. He looked up at the goblin.
"May I visit the vaults I have access to?" he wondered.
He hoped he'd have more than enough money. He had plans once he reached hogwarts. He needed to be left alone and mostly ignored. Showing up as some sort of mudblood in everything from looks to what he has within his grasp wouldn't do anything to help him survive Slytherin. And he planned to be a Slytherin.
The goblin nodded. "Yes you may. Follow after me, sir."
Harry left the bank with a bottomless money bag filled with galleons. He moved then, dropping off the purchases he made previously to the second hand shop. He didn't ask for money, just requested that they gift them to some family in need. Then he went about his shopping again, picking up brand new items, acromantula silk robes, and also things that he wanted such as books on etiquette or history. Then he slipped down Knockturn alley and made some more book purchases. When he finished for the day, he headed to the Leaky Cauldron and bought a room for the rest of the summer.
He had a lot of planning to do.
~H.S.R.~
The rest of his summer passed quietly, and Harry spent that time reading all his books and also making plans for the upcoming school year. He hadn't been a slytherin before so he had no idea how the house functioned. He was sure that there was one or two students who controlled the entire house-Malfoy was the shining example of that. Harry would need to keep his head down for the first few years so he could find out who had what powers inside the house. And as for friends...Harry wasn't sure who he would befriend. He wanted to avoid his future parents-or the people who would become Harry Potter's parents. At least initially. Which means he should avoid Snape. Maybe there will be someone Harry never heard of? He could give it a try.
The morning of September First, Harrison made his way to the platform alone and easily slipped through the barrier with his trunk on his person. He decided not to buy an owl and didn't really want a cat or toad so he avoided the pet shops. Perhaps in a bit he could get a snake, assuming he still had the parseltongue ability to use. He made his way to the train and stepped onto it, eyes looking around. He passed a compartment that had James Potter and Sirius Black already in it, but stopped when he found an empty one. He took a seat, kicking up his feet and pulling out a book to read for the journey. He didn't truly know anyone here and wouldn't go out of his way to make friends.
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