Diagon Alley is bustling with people.
Shops are running, people are buying.
Everywhere, it's active.
Among these pedestrians is a woman around her 30s.
Eyes as blue as sapphires, blonde hair as pale as snow, wearing a blazer of seafoam-green, and black slacks with mid-heels.
In her hand is an 11-year-old son who is about to go to Hogwarts.
He is the replica of this mother in any way, looks and all, aside from his ecstatic nature to sports.
As they walk down the district, the son looks at his mother upon passing by a shop with a broom in display.
"Mom, there's a Nimbus 2000 in display! Can I go and see it, please?"
"Sorry, James. After we withdraw your savings from Gringotts," the mother replied.
"Aw," James said disappointedly.
Upon entering, the woman is about to speak to the nearest empty line when she heard someone saying something that made her confused.
"Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal."
She glanced at the farthest end to see a giant man and a boy her son's age in front of one of the tellers.
"And does Mr. Potter have his key?" asked the goblin.
"Oh, wait a minute. Got it here somewhere," the giant mumbled as he rummage through his pockets until he found the key.
"Ha! There's the little devil."
He placed the key onto the desk.
The woman recognized the key.
It was her son's trust vault key.
She then approached the giant and begin speaking.
"Excuse me, are you the boy's guardian?"
The giant turned and looked at her in confusion.
"Er, no Ma'am. I am taking him to get his money for his supplies," the giant answered.
The woman raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"If you're the escort, then where's his guardian?"
"Well, Professor Dumbledore send me for some errand, and he wants me to pick up 'arry 'ere 'cause his relatives disposed his letters."
The woman frowned, clearly looking upset.
"So, you are saying that Mr. Dumbledore send you to get this child when he is supposed to be his magical guardian in the first place!"
This conflict catches everyone's attention.
The teller in question quickly cease the situation.
"Lady Potter, perhaps I should escort you all to the manager's office to take this discussion private."
Harry's eyes widened with surprise.
'Lady Potter?' he thought.
"Yes, that seems brilliant," She replied.
He wasn't sure what was happening, and he knew this is not good.
Everyone had arrived the account manager's office, a d they are waited for the said account manager.
Harry looks up at Hagrid with concern.
"Hagrid, what's going on?" He asked.
"I'm not sure, 'arry, but I'll promise you that'll be okay," Hagrid replied with a soft smile.
Then, from the left, the account manager had arrived before sitting on his desk, facing his visitors.
"Good day. My name is Ironclaw, and I am the account manager for House Potter."
"May your gold flow and your enemies overthrow, Ironclaw," Lady Potter greeted.
"You too, as well. Now, there is a conflict between who is the heir of Potter, I assume."
"Yes. It had come to my attention that someone attempts to use my son's trust vault with the key this man brought," she guestures to Hagrid as she explains.
The goblin nodded in understanding.
"I understood the situation. Although, to prove that one of the boys is the true heir, they must undergo inheritance test."
"Inheritance test?" Harry repeated in confusion.
"Yes," Ironclaw replied.
"To put it simply, you must draw your blood into an enchanted parchment to identify your inheritance and your family."
Ironclaw summons two parchments before the visitors, as well as a knife.
That weapon frightened Harry, recalling how many times his uncle attempt to blow his anger on him with something sharp.
Lady Potter noticed this, so she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, young one. This won't hurt a bit," she reassures him.
With that, the two boys draw their blood onto the parchment before mending their fingers, and in the few minutes, letters began to emerge, revealing the inheritance.
Name: James Fleamont Potter II
Mother: Lucia Abigail Potter neé Malfoy
Father: James Fleamont Potter I
Heirships: Potter, Peverell, Black
Name: Harry Severus Snape
Mother: Lilith Juniper Snape neé Evans
Father: Severus Tobias Snape
Heirships: Prince, Slytherin, Gaunt
This surprises Harry.
He had thought that his last name was Potter.
But seeing the revelation, he couldn't help but wonder if his life was a lie.
"Are you okay?" Harry turned his head to see James who asked him.
"I... don't know," Harry replied, sulking.
"Ironclaw, wouldn't you mind if you could summon Professor Snape here?" Lady Potter asked the goblin.
"Of course, Lady Potter. Please, pardon me," Ironclaw replied before he left the room, leaving the humans to converse.
"Blimey! I didn't expect this to happen," Hagrid spoke in shock.
"Neither can I," Harry replied, still sulking.
"Don't worry, Harry," Lady Potter said as she puts her hand on his shoulder.
"We'll get to the bottom of this. Trust me."
Harry looks up to her with hope.
"Thank you, Lady Potter."
"Please, call me Lucia."
"Okay, Lucia."
As they wait, Harry ponders about this recent event, wondering if he could return to the Dursleys or move to his long-lost parent.