It was a stormy night in Privet Drive. Only one house had lights on at this time. Within that house, Harry James Potter and his aunt and uncle, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, were in a room together.
"This is for your own good!" Vernon said as his hand connected with Harry's face, sending the secret wizard god back.
Harry simply smirked, knowing he was a wizard and could trounce them, but he didn't because the author wanted drama. Petunia, the aunt in the background, did not react (as she's relegated to the background in these kinds of fics)
Vernon continued slapping him about thirteen hundred times until late in the night, when the two people left Harry alone to rot.
Harry had a dream where a mysterious, masculine, but somehow seductive and alluring voice spoke to him in the form of a young teenage boy.
"Hadrian James Potter-Black Gryffindor Slytherin Ravenclaw Hufflepuff Hogwarts Evans Gaunt Peverell Lestrange Delacour Windsor Tudor Plantagenet, it is very nice to meet you." the voice said, its male allure echoing around Hadrian.
"Who are you?" Hadrian asked, his mind going into overdrive.
"I am the voice of the author. Here to give you important information." the voice said.
"What information?"
"That first of all, your name is not Harry Potter." the voice informed. "It is Hadrian James Potter-Black. And you should demand everyone in the story refer to you as such otherwise they will be vanquished by your wandless magic."
"Hell yeah!" Hadrian exclaimed.
"Second of all, Dumbledore is an old coot and manipulates all 8 billion people on earth to do his bidding," the voice began.
Hadrian's mouth dropped in shock. How could he? Hadrian had 100% put blind trust in him (canon) and also got all his information on the war. How could such a wise old headmaster of the school be so manipulative?
"The vault that you saw five years ago is merely a small, tiny part of the Potter vault. Doubledoor has blocked the rest from your access and put blocks on your magical core."
"How do I remove these blocks?" Hadrian asked, looking down in shock and self-discovery.
"Go to Gringotts tomorrow, Hadrian James Potter-Black," the voice answered.
With a sudden start, Hadrian James Potter-Black woke up from his scattered rest, having learnt Apparition in his sleep. He turned on the spot, appearing in a stone passageway off the marble hall of Gringotts.
