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Chapter 6

They decided to visit Harry's vaults first, Hermione about as curious about his family as her own wizarding ancestry. On the cart ride down Ron had a lot of fun with asking what Hermione and Harry could do to Malfoy, now they were above him in status. Harry just found it amusing that Hermione, a muggleborn, deemed one of the lowest of the low especially by Malfoy, was now so much more important than him.

"However," Hermione's voice interrupted Ron's gleeful statement, "We shouldn't use our status for fun, otherwise we're just as bad as Malfoy."

Ron's face fell at that, causing Sirius to laugh, saying something about how Lily was very similar in that regard to Hermione.

Ron leaned over to Harry, grumbling that "I get it's useful to have a sensible friend, but sometimes it's so boring."

Harry was still laughing when they had to get out, having arrived at his vault. Sharptooth pressed his hand against it and they watched it melt away in silence. Harry was standing next to his godfather, arms brushing gently. A small jolt of anxiety tumbled down his spine. Was he really ready for this?

As if hearing his anxiety, Sirius placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as they entered. He vaguely heard Hermione's gasp to his right as stacks of coins, bookshelves and objects greeted them.

"Fucking hell mate, you're loaded!" Ron gaped around at the vault and Harry laughed, relaxing slightly. Trust Ron to say something like that in any situation. Thankfully for Ron he was too far away from Hermione to get anything more than a glare at his thoughtless comment.

Sirius led Harry to the centre pedestal, Hermione tactfully pulling Ron away behind some bookshelves to give them some space, ignoring his confused protests.

"These are the Potter rings," Sirius stated, picking up one of the three rings that lay there. "This is the Lord ring, which you would usually take at sixteen if the previous Lord is dead however," Sirius face darkened, "since Dumbledore accidently emancipated you by entering you into that Merlin damned tournament, you can claim it now." Indicating to the slightly smaller ring, he said with a slight grin "While this ring is for the future Lady Potter," while smirking in the general direction Hermione was. Harry elbowed him, heat flooding his face as he asked about the third one.

"That's the heir ring, what you should've been wearing your whole life as it has protection spells on it to keep you safe from rival houses in case they tried to assassinate you." Sirius stopped at the small gasp from behind the bookcases and raised his voice slightly "Though all this knowledge about the rings and such is common knowledge to anyone in the sacred 28 or the descendants of the Hogwarts founders."

Harry could've sworn he just blinked and then Hermione was next to him, Ron still stumbling out from behind the bookshelves. "So, are you going to claim the ring then?"

Amused how she clearly wasn't even trying to hide the fact she'd been eavesdropping, Harry just nodded with a shrug. "I'm just so used to being useless and stuck in a situation that…" he paused, trying to collect his thoughts, "I just – I don't want anyone else in a similar situation to me or be discriminated against and if I can do something to stop that and won't, I become just as bad as the people doing it by letting them."

His mini speech was broken by Hermione kissing him. When they broke apart he could see Sirius grinning, but there was a slight watery look in his eye. Ron was smirking while Hermione flushed crimson, but her chin was tilted up, refusing to be embarrassed by her actions. He loved her so much.

Her blush deepened when Sirius winked at her, cocking his head towards the Lady Potter ring.

Harry tentatively took the Lord's ring and at Sirius's encouragement, slipped it on. The ring glowed for a moment, before shrinking slightly to fit around his finger. A jolt of power flooded through him and he gasped at the magnitude of feeling that came with this. Centuries of memories engulfed him, taking shape where his vault had stood only seconds ago, memories of past Lord's protecting their honour and family, fighting with wands and words. The magnitude of this decision, in taking on the mantle of the Potter house, hit him in that moment but he stood tall, vowing to continue this legacy.

"Son?"

Harry choked up at the voice as he turned around to see a huge mansion in the background but only focusing on the man in front of him. The man he had first seen in the mirror of erised. "Dad?"

"I'm so proud of you Harry," he whispered, walking forward till he was close enough to cup Harry's – his sons – face. Emotion welled in Harry and a tear escaped his eye.

"I missed you dad." His voice broke and James Potter wrapped his arms around the son he never got to raise, hugging him for the first time in 14 years.

"Your mother and I love you so much, Harry. Everything you've done, everything you will do, we support and are so impressed with you."

More tears spilled down Harry's cheeks as he gazed into his father's hazel eyes, desperately trying to memorise every little detail of his face, knowing this would be the last time before his own death that he would see his father.

"Padfoot will teach you all you need to know about your knew positions and trust him. We picked him as your godfather for a reason, if you ever have a problem he will do anything to fix it for you. I know you've had an awful childhood," his father's face darkened at the thought of the Dursleys, "but he loves you as much as I do and would do anything for you so trust him."

The image was already starting to fade and he could feel his father becoming less solid by the second. His throat constricted at the thought and hugged his father harder, savouring the last of his time with his father. Croaking out an "I love you," the vault re-emerged around him, Hermione's worried face barely a foot away.

"Sirius said you went into some kind of trance!" the panic in her voice warmed Harry slightly, he did still have people who cared for him.

"Y – yeah," Harry stammered, glancing up to Sirius. There was a small attempt at a smile but his face was sorrowful. Seeing the Black Lord's ring on his finger, Harry knew. His godfather knew what he had just seen.

"Gees Hermione, give a man some space," Ron joked and Hermione sat back a little, pulling him to his feet.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Harry nodded, warmed by her concern. "The stone just passed on some memories of passed Lords."

Both his friends nodded at that, even Ron recognising not to question further, understanding what he implied.

"Will I see the same?" Hermione asked Sirius as they collected a few things deemed useful before leaving the vault, meeting Sharptooth outside.

"Not the same people obviously, but you will see the previous Lady's of Ravenclaw."

For once Hermione left it there, content with his answer. Harry requested they go to her vault next before the Gryffindor one, letting her satisfy her curiosity.

Even Sirius was amazed at the contents of the Ravenclaw vault. Even though it was untouched for centuries, the gold and artifacts still gleamed like they were knew. Harry grinned at Hermione's conflicted face. He knew what she was thinking; did she go the books first or collect the ring? After a tough battle her curiosity to claim the ring won, and she slipped it on. The wait was longer than Harry's and for a minute her heart fell. Maybe the inheritance claim was wrong?

Harry and Sirius caught her as she fell back, just like Harry had, now trapped in a trance of her own. Ron helped them sit her down, looking slightly uncomfortable. It was the same face he had worn when Hermione was hospitalised in second year after the attack. Harry knew he hated anything he didn't understand happening to either of them.

It only took minutes for her to come out of the trance, but Harry recognised the serious look on her face as he helped her stand. The determination to be worthy to continue the legacy, the same weight of feelings he had felt accepting his own ring.

"You okay?" he whispered and felt relieved at her nod, trusting her to tell him if she didn't. With a soft kiss to the cheek, he let her explore the bookcases to her hearts content. Eventually, to Hermione's displeasure Sirius dragged them out, pointing out they didn't have all day. Harry had to agree with him, though it was more Ron complaining after five minutes of looking around that he was bored and that would grate on anyone's nerves.

Thankfully the four founders' vaults were grouped together, so he didn't need to go far to claim either Gryffindor's or Slytherin's. When doing so for Slytherin, he didn't miss the look in Sirius's eye, reiterating his previous point. That Harry had a lot of explaining to do.

It was possibly even more scary collecting Gryffindor's and Slytherin's rings, unsure how he was supposed to live up to their legacy. Seeing their memories however seemed to solidify the feelings in him, rather than making it worse.

Upon finding it was time to go, Sirius offered for them to all stay at Grimmauld Place for the night before heading to one of the Potters houses. With all swiftly agreeing, Sharptooth led them to the floo, something wizards were rarely granted the honour of using in Gringotts. "I will expect you in the next Wizengamot meeting," Sharptooth said, watching them intently. "I will be interested in what roles you will play in our future, Lord Black, Lord Potter, Lady Ravenclaw."

Thankful that he had used his full title as when collecting the rings Harry had made clear to make it easier he will just be referred to as Lord Potter unless he was standing as Lord Gryffindor or Lord Slytherin. He grinned slightly as Hermione shivered a little at the use of her knew title and with a glance at Ron, relief surged in him at the passive look on his face. Finally Ron was beginning to outgrow his jealousy which Harry had never been more grateful for, he couldn't do another repeat of fourth year. With all this change, he needed his best friend and girlfriend now more than anything, even with his godfather finally free. Thanking Sharptooth once more, he grabbed a pinch of floo powder and just like Ron and Hermione before him, yelled "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" with Sirius's proud, smiling face being the last thing he saw.