Hi guys, so I'm still working on my other stories but had an idea for this one and decided to go for it while the idea was fresh. Honestly I like the concept here so much that this will likely be my main focus.

This story will contain some smut, as well as violence and reference to abuse.

Be warned, there will be Weasley and Dumbledore bashing in this, after all it's too tempting not too!

Hope you enjoy chapter one, any feedback or suggestions and don't hesitate to leave a review.

Most importantly, enjoy!

Chapter One - Revelations

Harry sighed as he walked through the streets of Diagon Alley. His head was still spinning slightly thanks to the floo powder, definitely his least favourite way to travel. He'd been enjoying a lovely breakfast at the burrow over what remained of his Christmas break. Following the disaster that was the Yule ball he was happy for the peace and quiet, he doubted the Patel twins would ever look his way again. The twins, Ron and himself had just began a rather heated conversation about quidditch when the jet black owl had swooped onto the table before him. Ron had quirked an eyebrow in a questioning manner and Harry had merely given a half hearted shrug, still not totally forgiving the boy for his attitude at the beginning of the tournament. The letter had been short and sweet.

'Mr Potter,

It has come to our attention that after recently celebrating your 15th birthday, you are now eligible for the remainder of your inheritance as your magical guardian, one Mr Albus Dumbledore, has lost legal authority over the remainder of your possessions. We are aware you are currently away from school and therefore would appreciate your presence at the earliest convenience.

Gralhok, Manager of Gringotts'

The Weasley's had looked confused and Mrs Weasley had lines of concern etched across her face but Arthur had told him he must go, offered to escort him. Harry had merely smiled and politely declined, not wanting to be a bother to the man. Thus he found himself striding down the magical street. The shops far quieter than when he usually visited prior to a new year starting. Harry halted before the looming facade of the wizarding bank. The gleaming white marble towering imposingly overhead. Slowly, the huge oaken doors creaked inwards, sensing his presence. Harry took a deep breath and began striding across the gleaming floor, trying to ignore the vicious looks some of the goblins lining the sides of his bath directed his way. He felt a small shiver pass through him, truly the animosity between wizards and goblins ran deep. Reaching the main desk, Harry cleared his throat and a wizened old goblin looked up.

"May I help you?" It asked in a pinched voice.

"I was summoned for a meeting with Manager Gralhok," Harry stated confidently, "oh I'm Harry, Harry Potter," he added, as if an afterthought. The wizened employee sighed and nodded to two goblin guards beside the desk.

"Yes we've been expecting you Mr Potter, my associates here will show you to the managers office," nodded the goblin. Harry smiled and thanked the elderly creature before turning and following the two guards. Reaching a small wooden door, one of Harry's escorts reached out and traced his finger along the centre of the wood, causing the door to fold open and vanish.

"Ah Mr Potter, please come in," came a voice from inside, a hint of command present in the tone. Harry walked in cautiously, seeing a middle aged goblin sat upright in what appeared to be a throne before a huge mahogany desk. He gestured for Harry to take a seat opposite. "Now Mr Potter, before we begin, may I request your key and wand to confirm your identity? A formality more than anything…" the manager tapered off, eyes flickering to the scar on the boys forehead. Harry nodded and handed them to the goblin. Save a wave of its clawed hand, a shimmering white light appeared over both of the objects then began momentarily circling Harry before vanishing. "Perfect," Gralhok grinned, a toothy smile, "now first things first, as I'm sure you're aware through your guardian, you were the heir to the ancient and noble house of Potter, upon reaching 15 years old, you became Lord Potter, allow me to present your ring my lordship." Ignoring the rather pale, gaping expression on Harry's face, the manager reached into a draw and received an ornate cedar box. Embossed golden floral designs curling around it and surrounding a glittering 'P' in the centre. Tentatively, Harry took the box and upon coming into contact, it sprang open. Nestled in a red velvet bed was one of the most beautiful things Harry had ever seen. A ring made up of woven golden vines gleamed, the deign elegantly curling around a large Ruby. On either side of the ruby, a golden griffin stood, their claws locked into the brilliant gemstone.

"This- this is- mine?" Harry stuttered quietly. Gently lifting the ring from the box. A small frown passed Gralhok's face for a second.

"Of course, surely Dumbledore discussed this with you my lord?" The goblin asked curiously. Harry just shook his head, slowly sliding the ring onto his finger. Gralhok shook his head, something wasn't right, but he banished the thought temporarily lest it hinder his professionalism. Clearing his throat, he got Harry's attention once more, tearing the boy's eyes away from his ring. "Now, you are aware that Sirius Black is your godfather?" He asked the young wizard. Harry merely nodded in response, words still not quite having returned to him. Gralhok continued on, "well he was the last member of the ancient and noble house of Black. Following his arrest and imprisonment as a convicted death eater, the lordship passed down to the closest magical human to him, also you." At this he once again reached into his drawer and retrieved another box. Harry stared numbly as a small silver box with onyx edging and a large 'B' carved from emerald was placed in front of him. Trembling, he reached out and grazed his fingers across the box. As it sprang open an equally beautiful ring stared back at him. A pair of silver snakes wrapped into a ring shape, their heads surrounding a huge, gleaming emerald, each serpents eyes made out of tiny sapphires. Harry gently took the ring and slid it onto his finger beside the Potter one. Gralhok sat back, mildly amused at the young lord's expression.

"Now Lord Potter-Black, these rings will be instantly recognisable to all in the pure blood wizarding society and most others who are aware of the great wizarding families. However if you wish you can simply Will them to be invisible and they shall be. So without further ado, allow me to show you to your vaults," Gralhok said, leaning forwards after giving Harry a few moments to process the information.

—-

Harry had been convinced that nothing could be worse than the ride down to his old vault. He was sorely mistaken as the kart pitched and lurched violently, hurtling along the track into the depths of the caverns below Gringotts. As it finally slammed to a halt, Harry carefully climbed out onto the platform, head still spinning and feeling nauseous.

"First I shall show you the Black vault as it is closer than the Potter one," Gralhok stated in a commanding tone, Harry managed a small nod. As he shakily followed the bank manager to a large, imposing door. "To open it simply take the Black ring and press it against the surface." Gralhok informed him, Harry stepped forward and pressed the emerald to the centre of the door. He heard a series of locks clicking and undoing. An involuntary gasp left his mouth as the door swung open. The vault was enormous, stretching as far as the eye could see. Mountains of galleons, chests flowing with gemstones and jewellery. Weapons hung along the walls, gleaming as his eyes darted between, suits or armour were nestled between the piles if riches and ornate goblets plates and other trinkets were scattered around the room. In the centre lay an enormous statue, a huge silver serpent some 20 feet high. Coiled around itself while its neck reached up to the ceiling and it's maw lay open as if preparing to strike. Diamonds the size of his head resting in each eye socket.

"Now I know you probably want nothing more than to inspect every last corner of this vault but the Blacks were a notoriously dark family," Gralhoks piercing voice interrupted his staring, "I would strongly advise allowing me to bring in a team of curse breakers to inspect the vault before you touch anything. Harry nodded, words still far beyond what he could manage. Slowly, he backed out of the room, eyes unable to leave the mountain of wealth until he was back outside the door and his vault slammed shut. Gralhok beckoned for Harry to join him back at the cart. "Come on My Lord, the Potter Vault still awaits us…"

—-

Harry's mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. The vault door had just swung open revealing a huge interior every bit as full as the Black vault. He thought he had been rich before but this was on a whole other level. Stepping slowly into the room, his eyes were drawn to a table with two sealed envelopes upon it, both addressed to him. Trembling he picked one up, opened it and slid out the letter.

'Happy Birthday Harry! Eleven years old, wow! I bet you can't wait to start Hogwarts. I know serious has probably been filling you head with all sorts of ramblings about Gryffindor being the best house but we would still love you no matter what house you're in (Lily made me write that). I'm joking of course, any house would be thrilled to have you I'm sure. Now I know Sirius has probably told you all about us but we wanted to leave you some words of our own. We are doing this on the chance that we don't make it but you do which if you are reading this is the case. We're so sorry we weren't there for you, really, it hurts even writing this letter on the chance it happens but we thought better to do it just in case. We're glad to have a friend as close as Sirius raising our son and know he'll have done a fantastic job. I hope you've met Remus and Peter, we're so glad Peter agreed to be secret keeper for us. It's a much better idea than using someone as obvious as Sirius, I guess we have Dumbledore to thank for that. What we really want to say Harry is we're proud of you. We know you'll have grown up into a strong, mature boy and trust me when I say that Hogwarts will be the best years of your life. When you turn fifteen Potter Manor will be open to you. The house elves will be happy to help you settle in. We're sure they've kept it spotless and we know you are going to simple love it. We're so sorry we weren't there for you but just know we're with you now and always.

Love,

Mum & Dad'

Harry's eyes were bleary with tears as his fist shook with rage, Dumbledore knew that snivelling little coward was a traitor. He KNEW! Yet he still let Sirius get locked up, left Harry isolated from his world, let him be abused and beaten by his stupid muggle relatives.

"Everything alright my Lord?" Gralhok asked, a look of concern on his face. Harry took a few deep breaths and nodded, tucking the letter into his pocket.

"I'm fine Gralhok, don't worry," he said in a tone that heavily implied the opposite, "when was this written?" He asked the goblin at his side. Gralhok thought for a moment.

"October 26th, five days before they passed away," came the response. Harry felt his eyes begin to water, five days after writing it they were gone, lives ripped away. Wiping his eyes he turned to the other letter and opened it.

'Marriage Contract

Harry James Potter - Born 31st July 1980

Daphne Lenora Greengrass - Born 27th May 1980

This contract hereby states that upon reaching the age of eighteen. Mr Potter will take to wife Miss Greengrass without exception. As a magic bound contract, failure to comply will result in the individuals magical core being bound which will leave them unable to perform any act of magic and could possible be fatal.

Signed:

James Fleamont Potter

Simon Octavius Greengrass

October 29th 1981'

Harry's face was pale. He turned to Gralhok and slowly passed him the contract.

"Why, why would my father do this, I don't understand?" Harry asked, shock and confusion plastered across his face. The goblin frowned while reading it. "Can I get out of it? Is there a loophole?" Harry asked pleadingly. Sighing, the goblin handed Harry the paper back.

"I'm afraid not, these contracts are ironclad, to this day no one has found a way around them, those who have tried have failed and sometimes wound up dead due to the complexity of the magic they tried to perform. I'm afraid that Miss Greengrass will be your wife, and that is simply a fact." Gralhok said, straight faced. Harry looked back at the date on the contract. Only two days before his parents were killed, whatever the reasoning was, it had died with them. He had to marry not only a Slytherin, but one of the cruelest, most vindictive girls in the school. Suddenly the tournament didn't seem so bad…