Albus Dumbledore eyed the young Potter, "Kaer Morhen? I am unfamiliar with such a place." The young man seemed to consider his words, as if he were trying to hide something. Albus made eye contact with the young man and sent out a probe to see his thoughts when he met a slight resistance and a snarl of some creature before his probe was pulled back quickly. The young potter went from contemplation to cautious immediately as his eyes narrowed.

"Kaer Morhen is my home and base of operations for the Witchers in the Northlands." He said as he scanned his audience. "Also my mind is no one's playground. Keep your probes to yourself."

The rest of the group nearby were surprised when he said that and eyed the people they didn't know looking for who might be reading minds nearby. The three champions were astounded by the abilities of this new entry.

Albus decided to step in, "I'm sorry my boy, but I have no idea where the Northlands are. These Witchers are a family?" Dumbledore asked quickly, trying to distract from his mind probe.

Henryk was brought up short by that, "You don't know of the Witchers?" He again searched the crowd, but this time he was looking for recognition. He found none.

Albus frowned, "No I can't say I've ever come across this family." Dumbledore went over his knowledge of famous families and found them wanting.

Henryk waved his hand, "They aren't a true family. The Witchers are a group of monster hunters. They have all been endowed with abilities and have white hair and animal eyes." When they were all just giving him blank looks Henryk leaned back against the wall, "Ciri wasn't kidding when she said some areas of the world knew nothing of Witchers." Shaking that thought away Harry looked to the old man, who seemed to be the leader of this group. "Where am I?"

Dumbledore quickly got his thoughts in order, "You're in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland." When the young Potter made no connection, "Britain?" When Henryk still showed no knowledge he tried one more time, "Europe?"

"Is that the kingdom nearest here?" Henryk asked.

The group all broke into whispers at that, the most notable being the young girl by the massive woman, "Kingdom? Is he from some barbaric place?" Henryk's eyes focused on the young blonde woman for a moment. She made eye contact with him but looked away first, he just scoffed and turned his attention back to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was confused as he doesn't know of any magical empires left in the world, "What year is it?" he asked hoping to confirm his idea.

Henryk gave him an odd look before answering simply, "It is the 1266th year."

Dumbledore nodded, "What kingdom were you in?"

"Kaedwen, just south of the Dragon Mountains." Henryk explained.

At that Dumbledore froze. He had never heard of any of these places in all of history. He was starting to come to a whole different conclusion and he wasn't sure if he liked it. "Do you know anything about Asia or Africa?" Henryk just raised an eyebrow verifying his hypothesis. "Hmm we will have to discuss this more later. Let me introduce Barty Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, and Ludovik Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. They will be giving you the information on the first task." Dumbledore finished speaking and stepped back next to Henryk and waited.

"The first task will be to test your courage and resourcefulness so we won't be giving you any information on it. It occurs on the 24th of November." Barty Crouch, who was looking peaky, was quick to leave after that and was followed by the other champions and headmasters. Soon it was just Henryk and Dumbledore.

"Well now that we have some time let us head to my office so we can figure out how you got here." Dumbledore said as he looked at the young man still standing with his back to the wall. Henryk nodded as he followed the old headmaster up through empty hallways until they reached a gargoyle sitting in the recess of the wall, "Lemon Drops." Albus said and the gargoyle hopped to the side showing a spiraling staircase that carried them to a thick wooden door.

Moving inside he was quick to greet Fawkes and take a seat behind his desk, leaving Henryk standing in front of him, "Now Henryk, was it?" Dumbledore asked.

"That's right." Henryk said but didn't reply any further. Henryk was busy studying the room he was in. The walls were covered in shelves, each filled with tomes or objects of unknown use. Moving paintings lined the higher reaches of the office and just past the headmaster, sitting on a perch, was a beautiful scarlet bird that felt like a flame incarnate.

Dumbledore looked over the young man before him. He was lean and fit, his armor was well worn and had, what appeared to be, battle damage. His two swords were still strapped to his back and he had several small scars on his face and one large one, seeming to be a slash of some kind, down his forehead and into his brow. Leaning back he grabbed a lemon drop and popped it into his mouth, "Do you know much about your origins, young Potter?"

Henryk stiffened momentarily before he sighed and sat in the provided seat before finally looking at the headmaster, "Geralt, my master, raised me from a baby. He said he found me just outside the gates of Kaer Morhen on an Autumn day. I was found with nothing but a blanket with my name sewn on it." His posture slumped a bit thinking over his unknown past.

Albus hummed, "Well, and I hate to say this, you may not be on the same world or plane that you once were. In fact I'm almost positive that you are from this world."

Henryk sat up and gave him a searching look as his eyes narrowed, "So you're saying I jumped to a new world?"

If Dumbledore was surprised Harry knew of world hopping he didn't show it, "That is correct but also incorrect. If my conjecture is right, then this is your original world and the world you grew up in was the one you jumped to. You just made a surprise trip back."

"You think I'm originally from here?" When Dumbledore nodded Henryk collapsed back into his chair, "Well that is unfortunate. I can't world hop like Ciri and I have no way of informing her either." Contemplating several things he eventually looked back up. "Where does that leave me?"

At this Dumbledore sat back up and gave a soft smile, "That's the beauty of it young Potter. If my hunch is right, you have family waiting for you here." Dumbledore was pleased when his face showed some longing.

That seemed to truly surprise Henryk, "I have family?" Geralt is many things, but fatherly in his affections, he is not. He cared of course, but his stalwart attitude and harder than steel willpower made him a standoffish at best parental figure. Without the affection of Yennefer and Triss, Henryk may have been as stone-faced and stubborn as the White Wolf himself.

"Yes you do. First we need to make a trip to verify your identity, which I'm almost positive of, and then I can call them for you. After we get you settled down we can go over the tournament and your schooling." Dumbledore said as he stood up. "Do you know what floo is?" Henryk shook his head, "Never mind, just follow me over here." Albus took him to the fireplace along the wall, "Now take this powder here and toss it in. When the fire turns green, step in and say your destination. We are heading to the Leaky Cauldron so say Dragon Alley. Got it?" Henryk nodded slowly but still eyed the fire with some hesitance.

Taking some powder and tossing it in, Henryk stepped into the now green fire, "Diagon Alley." With a whoosh he was spinning surrounded by green flames and before he knew it the flames stopped and a musty bar appeared outside the fire. Stepping out with a slight stumble he moved from the fire, his eyes searching over the mostly empty bar. He nearly drew his sword again when the fires opened up allowing the headmaster to exit behind him.

At this point the flap behind the bar opened revealing an older fellow, "Good evening Albus." He eyed the young man, "Need anything?" While the man was talking to the headmaster Henryk's eyes were taking in the rundown establishment. There were a few people sitting in corners or on the ends of the bar but it was quiet.

"Not tonight Tom, just making a quick trip to Gringotts." Tom gave him a nod before walking back into the back throwing another glance at Henryk. Albus led the young Potter through the rear entrance and tapped the bricks in the wall before Henryk could say anything.

Henryk was in awe when the bricks moved and showed a colorful if almost empty alley, lit by the setting sun. Shops dotted the street, each with colorful displays of magical items, books, and potions. He followed Dumbledore down the street, but kept his head on a swivel checking out all the shops he could see. They finally reached a set of stairs that led up to a building of smooth white stone. His eyes lingered on the short creatures guarding the entrance, armed with pikes. Seeing the armed goblins Harry's stance changed and his steps were much lighter and arms kept looser, ready to draw his sword at a moment's notice.

The two guards were surprised when a young man came walking up the steps with two swords on his back. When his walking turned from casual to ready they were impressed, most wizards could barely use their dinner knife, let alone a real weapon. They quickly nodded at him and he returned it, still not dropping his ready stance.

Henryk's eyes didn't lose their awe as the large entrance to the bank laid before him but they were cataloging the different patrons and other guards.

Dumbledore paid no mind to Henryk's worries about the goblins. He approached the teller, "I need to speak with an account manager for an inheritance test."

The teller looked up and saw Dumbledore and with a bored voice, "What account manager?"

"Potter." Dumbledore said simply and was smiling lightly as the teller's eyes opened a fraction more before squinting and writing off a quick note that he inserted into a slot on his desk. When another popped out moments later he looked up. "Bloodfist will see you now." The goblin waved over a runner before saying something in goblin speak. The runner looked at them, noticing Henryk carrying two blades and measuring up the security goblins lining the walls. He waved them after him as he walked down a hallway with a sign that said account managers. Two turns later and they approached a large gold inlaid door with a blood red fist imprinted in the center.

"Come in!" a gruff voice shouted when the runner knocked. Dumbledore opened the door and led Henryk inside who thanked the goblin. Looking up for a massive desk was a goblin much bigger than those at the front. His skin was a dark gray and his eyes were black calculating. Above him two steel gauntlets were hung, both a copper color with dark red stains on the knuckles. "What do you want, wizard?"

"Well I am here to have this young man take an inheritance test." Albus said serenely as he sat in one of the chairs facing the goblin. Bloodfist was looking over the young man and could see the resemblance to the late James Potter, but those eyes were all Lily. To be honest he thought the young man looked much more like his grandmother and grandfather than the latest Lord Potter with how he carried himself. He also noticed the young man was armed with a real weapon and smirked approvingly. He picked up a large shallow bowl and placed it on the desk. He then offered a knife to the young man, place seven drops of blood in the bowl.

Henryk eyed the blade for a moment before pulling his own knife out of his waist sheath and slicing his thumb before wiping the blade on his armor and sheathing it. He let seven drops fall before clenching his hand causing his fist to glow green, healing the cut. Dumbledore showed no reaction to the use of wandless magic and instead stared at the ritual potion being created by the bowl. When it was done a few moments later Bloodfist grabbed a black quill and let it sit straight up in the bowl, whose contents were sucked up into the quill. He then placed the tip of the quill on a length of parchment and let go.

Henryk, Dumbledore, and Bloodfist all watched raptly as the quill shot about the parchment until a minute later it finished. Not letting the old coot get at it he grabbed the parchment. Looking it over he was partly surprised but didn't let it show, turning it around he gave it to the young Potter. "Here read it."

Henryk took the page and looked it over.

Harry 'Henryk' James Potter

Son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Marie Potter née Evans

Bloodsworn Godfather Sirius Orion Black

Oathsworn Godmother Alice Luarana Longbottom née Rivers

Scion and Heir of the Most Ancient House of Potter

Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black

Heir of the Revered House of Slytherin (Conquest)

Animagus (Unknown Form)

Henryk just stared at the names of his parents. It wasn't until Dumbledore cleared his throat that he looked back up. "It's nice to know my parents' names but I don't know what the rest of it means." He handed the parchment to Dumbledore as he looked at Bloodfist. Dumbledore gave a sad smile to him before his attention was taken by the page he was reading.

"Well the inheritance test will tell you who your parents are, give a list of godparents if applicable, list your houses, and reveal any magical abilities you have that aren't spell related; such as animagus, metamorphmagus, and blood based abilities." Bloodfist explained as he looked over at Dumbledore who was giving a queer look at Henryk, or Harry.

"What's an animagus?" Henryk asked.

"Ah well an animagus can shift forms and become an animal of a certain type." Dumbledore explained as he watched the young man's expressions. When Henryk showed an understanding look Dumbledore continued, "Do you know what it means?"

"Sure." Henryk nodded before he morphed to a large black dire wolf. His hair was wild and as dark as the deepest holes. His eyes glowed in this form and his teeth glistened like razors. Sitting on his haunches his head still sat as high as his human one when he was standing. He quickly shifted back and stood there looking at an impressed goblin and headmaster. He knew his wolf form was special, due to its ability to travel silently and the way it can mold into shadows. And he didn't plan on telling anyone that.

Dumbledore was tempted to ask the young man what animal his form was called, because he thought it might not be native. He tossed that aside when he remembered the snarl from the mind probe earlier. "What about those houses I'm a part of?"

"Well your parents were the last Lord and Lady of the Potter House, thus making you the heir to House Potter. The House of Black is due to your godfather, and the House of Slytherin was a surprise." Dumbledore said.

"You said were?" Henryk asked, getting a slightly bad feeling.

Dumbledore and Bloodfist were both startled to realize that Henryk might not know his parents were dead. "Ah yes. Well the night you disappeared was the same night your parents were murdered. At first we thought you were kidnapped, but when one of the accomplices of the man who killed your parents said you disappeared we knew you must have been transported away by methods we weren't sure of." Henryk seems tot fall silent and his face grew a little blank as he fought the emotions that threatened to get away from him.

Bloodfist cut in here to try and remove the heavy atmosphere. "Put this on." Bloodfist placed a box with a ring on it on the desk. Henryk collected himself and carefully took the ring, inspecting it. It had a gold band that housed a modest ruby, but within the ruby a fire burned showing two battling griffins. Around the ruby was filigree that had a small coat of arms in the top and bottom. Henryk slipped the ring on his right hand and was jolted by a sting of magic and a prick that stole a bit of blood. The ring shrunk to fit his finger and flashed once showing it accepted him. "Excellent. You are now the Lord of House Potter."

"So I'm what? Nobility?" Henryk asked.

"Yes and no. House Potter is a very old house. It's not a noble house, due to the Potters never wanting to deal with the original Wizard's Council, but was granted the title by the breadth of their legacy. If I remember correctly the Potters were a family that joined the isles during the iron age and the roman occupation. There were rumors that the Potters have been a magical bloodline since the bronze age in Rome, but couldn't be proven." Dumbledore explained to the new Lord. What Dumbledore didn't see was Bloodfist's eyes shining in mirth when he was explaining the Potter's legacy.

Bloodfist interrupted the impromptu lesson, "Come back later and I'll pull your bank statements for you." Bloodfist then shooed them out of his office quickly.

When Henryk noticed that most of the goblin tellers were gone he realized that the bank was closing. "Where to next?" Henryk asked.

"Well it seems that I have some people to introduce you to, but I think it would be best if we went back to the school. I can get you a suite and we can continue tomorrow." Henryk nodded before following Dumbledore back through the floo. They traveled from his office to the hallway just a door above the Great Hall. Albus set him up in a suite behind a painting of a knight riding. "The password is 'Balderdash'. When you are ready to break your fast the large room you appeared in will be serving breakfast."

"Thank you Dumbledore." Henryk said as he walked into his room. "Have a good night."

"You as well." Dumbledore watched the painting close before he made off back to his quarters. "It seems we may have hope yet." He said to himself quietly as he walked the darkening halls.