:-[Chapter 42]-:
"The Iron Throne had one last king before crumbling, Joffrey Targaryen. The lad was even more mad than both his father and grandfather combined. He did not last two years before Jaime Lannister killed him to save his sister, Cersei Lannister. When the Iron Throne fell, the rest of the kingdoms started a massive civil war, destroying many Houses in the process. The times reverted back to what Westeros was before the arrival of Aegon Targaryen."
"What about Lo...King Rickard and Tywin?"
"When the treacherous Tywin betrayed his king, the two men simply decided to end the war. The lion returned to his rock and ruled the kingdom as regent with an iron fist."
Harry stayed silent for a long moment, absorbing all of this knowledge. He was sad to not be able to see Sura anymore, especially since she was with child. The young wizard tried to look at the bright side. Hedwig was alive and well, refusing to leave his shoulder for the time being and he was about to start a new adventure.
"No, you won't." Kalvyn said. "You will go back to Hogwarts for a year or two before going back to the machine. Learn magic at school. Be better than what you were."
"I will, Kalvyn, I swear it upon my family name."
:-[T.A.B]-:
Harry, Hedwig and Kalvyn were back in the Leaky Cauldron's room, in London. With many slight pops, the tubes were detached from the young wizard and his familiar. With a grunt, the raven-haired boy got out of the black chair, immediately followed by the white owl who immediately perched herself on his shoulder.
"How long have I been inside your machine?" Harry asked the celestial being.
"Around an hour. I told you, the program inside the machine is very useful for training." Kalvyn answered before continuing. "Now, try to use magic. Do not worry about your Ministry, they won't know, you have my word."
Harry nodded, trusting the man. He raised his hand, palm up and cast the Lumos spell. A white ball of light appeared, illuminating the room as it was now semi-dark outside. The wizard smiled wildly to himself, still feeling the power from Westeros minus the crystal, that was destroyed when he was beyond mad.
"Augue." he whispered, mainly to himself. A miniature ball of fire appeared beside the ball of light. The two balls combined together, thus forming a luminous fireball.
"I see that you are starting to use your potential more. I am proud of you." the archangel said, putting his hand on Harry's free shoulder, making him puff up his chest in pride. "I have watched over you during all of your adventure in the North and beyond and I have to say, good job. You have done everything I expected of you and more. I sent you toWesteros mainly to learn the way of the warrior but you have taken upon yourself to learn about magic. Your next step, is simply going to Hogwarts and continuing your magical studies."
"I will, Kalvyn. I give you my word," Harry stated and put his fist on his heart. "I will learn everything I can during my second year and be the best student of my year."
"I certainly hope so. Now, come with me, back to King's Cross. Your relatives are waiting for you. I have used my abilities to caused them to be late in arriving at the station so you would not have too many problems with them. Luckily for you, it is only your aunt that came to get you."
:-[T.A.B]-:
They popped back into the magical side on King's Cross, the scarlet train still there. Harry's trolley was still left on the muggle side, but Kalvyn had assured him that he would find it there, waiting for him. Indeed, after he said goodbye for now to his friend, Harry passed the magical gate and saw his trolley not too far away. Quickly walking up to it, he went in the direction of the exit,to findhis Aunt Petunia waiting for himwhile scowling.
"Where were you? I have been waiting for five minutes in the dark!" Petunia said, sneering in the process at her nephew.
"Well, Aunt Petunia, since you were an hour late, I went to the bathroom."
"Why you... you little... come now! Your Uncle Vernon and Dudley are waiting for us at home. Let's go." she said, leaving him alone for the moment. Harry sighed and followed her. He unloaded his luggage into the car's trunk by himself. His body had kept his old muscles from Westeros, he thought with a smile.
'That is going to save me a load of time.' thought Harry. He entered the car through the back passenger door, wanting to be close to Hedwig, who was begrudgingly inside her cage.
It took only a couple of minutes for his aunt to speak to him.
"We have to talk."
"About what, Aunt Petunia?" Harry said, leaning to look in the mirror and thus, crossing his gaze with her.
"You are getting a little big for your cupboard. You will get Duddykins' second bedroom. We expect some gratefulness, understood?"
"Oh sure, I am grateful for a room that should have been mine all along. Anyway, can you bring me to the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow I have some things to do."
"Wh-What kind of things?"
"Stuff and things, Aunt Petunia. Stuff and things."
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Within an hour, they arrived at Number 4, Privet Drive. Without waiting for her nephew, the long-neck woman went inside the house. Harry took his trunk and easily took it out of the car. Letting Hedwig out of her cage, she immediately perched on his shoulder. He entered his newly given room without a single word of welcoming from his so-called family. The Starks had been his unofficial family for years inside the black machine and Sura had been his literal wife, making the Durlsey's irrelevant when it came to family.
Harry dropped his Hogwarts' trunk on the floor and looked around. Countless broken toys were lying around everywhere. The young man sighed dejectedly at his overweight and spoiled cousin.
"BOY! Come down here this instant!" a terrible voice said downstairs.
The old Harry would have been terrified of speaking with his Uncle Vernon, or what he used to call him mentally, the Ogre. The man often used his belt and even sometimes his fist to uphold the law in his house, but now, Harry had changed and was not the same scared little boy that he used to be. He walked out and slowly went down and into the living room, where his relatives were all sitting on the family sofa. His overweight uncle turned off the television and swiveledhis head towards the young wizard.
"What is this I hear about you wanting go to back to London, boy?" Vernon asked, his small pig eyes squinting.
"Nothing much, Uncle Vernon. School stuff I need to have for the summer for my homework, that's all." the young boy easily lied.
"Your aunt told me your drunk of a mother never had to go back there for the summer." the older man said.
"Changes in the program, the Headmaster said. I am sorry Uncle Vernon." Harry said, not taking the bait.
"You better be, boy. Go back to your room and clean it. I want it spotless before I go to bed, is that clear?" ordered the fat man. "No freaky stuff in my house."
Harry only nodded twice to his uncle and took his leave. He knew he could not use magic anymore, even without his wand. He could not risk the Ministry learning about his new powers...yet. The young wizard first needed to created a powerbase and have followers. The first things he understood about war is that he could not win it by himself.
Hermione was a good ally to start. Sure, she was bossy, but she was smart as hell and could be an unbelievable ally. Ronald...well, Ron still had time. He was only twelve years old after all. Harry thought that maybe he should try to expand his horizon to the other students of his year and beyond.
:-[T.A.B]-:
Dropped in front of the Leaky Cauldron by his uncle who had business in London that morning, Harry, still with Hedwig perched on his shoulder, went inside the old pub. Tom was there, of course, still serving customers with the smile of a bartender.
Sporting a baseball cap and sunglasses, the young raven-haired wizard quickly passed the customers and went to the magical passageway. Remembering the sequence of taps Hagrid did so long ago, Harry managed to pass through the wall and arrived in Diagon Alley. The alley was almost empty of people this early in the day. Going directly to Gringotts for his first stop, the wizard took the time to marvel at the magic going on around him.
For years in Westeros, he had been the only one who had magic and now he was back in his world which was full of it. Arriving at the bank's bronze gates, both goblin guards who wore gold and scarlet uniforms opened the doors for him and received a thank you from the young boy. Harry passed the first gates and opened the second set made of silver. Engraved upon them, was the famous warning of the goblins to their customers.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
A second pair of goblins nodded at him and let Harry enter. It was early in the morning so very few customers were doing business with the bank. He stopped at the first teller who had no one in his queue. He seemed like a young goblin, Harry thought but could not be sure.
"Greetings, I have a few questions concerning the state of my accounts." Harry started, before getting interrupted by the goblin.
"Do you know which account manager is taking care of your House?" the teller asked.
"I am sorry to say that I do not. This information was not given to me by my guardians." the young wizard answered honestly.
"What is your House, young wizard?"
"The House of Potter. I am Harry Potter, but please keep it down, I wish to be discreet."
"Of course, Mister Potter, I understand. Please, follow me to a more private setting." the goblin said professionally before leaving his desk, indicating that Harry should follow him.
The young wizard immediately followed the small being. They both walked through a marble corridor full of goblins walking in every which direction, seemingly busy at their jobs. After a small moment, they arrived in a small room with a simply decorated desk. Two chairs were placed in front of it for customers.
"You may wait here. Your account manager will be here to see you shortly."
"Thank you." Harry answered politely.
The goblin left promptly, leaving Harry alone. The boy removed his baseball cap and sunglasses from where they sat on top of his normal glasses. He took the time to look around and saw torches on the wall, like in the entryway. Clasping his hands behind his back, he walked around, waiting for his account manager.
After a short moment of waiting, the same door opened, letting a slightly bigger goblin enter. He did not wear only a suit, but had armor pieces strapped over it, making him look quite imposing.
"Mister Harry Potter. I am Ragnar of the Armorer Clan. It is a great honor to finally meet you. The teller informs me you want to see the manager of your account?"
"Indeed, Master Ragnar."
"Please, sit." Ragnar said cordially.
They both sat in their respective seats. Harry took the time to observe the new goblin. He was short of course, but not as much as the other goblins. His piercing black eyes were looking at the young wizard with obvious curiosity.
"Well, Mister Potter, I am here in my capacity as your account manager and surely you have my full attention." indicated the goblin with a gesture of his hand, adorned with some rings, probably made of gold.
"Indeed, Master Ragnar." Harry said, yet again. "Last year, I came to the realisation that I have way more money than I thought possible. I wish to see my account balance and to know if my parents left any wills."
"I see. Well, I am sorry to say that no, we do not take care of wills here at Gringotts Bank. Wizards have their own lawyers who handle these matters. I may however be able to find out for you which agency handles these matters after your parent's demise."
"Thank you, Master Ragnar. I would truly appreciate it." Harry nodded respectfully.
"For your accounts," Ragnar started, before making various documents appear on the desk with a wave of his hands. "I can of course help you with this matter. Your father, James Potter and your mother, Lily Potter nee Evans, both had measures in place, in case of... well something untimely happening to them."
At this, Harry only nodded at Ragnar to continue, the account manager carried on. He took one of the documents and opened it, making the letters appear magically in the air, causing Harry to smile in wonder.
"As you can see here, you have around a million galleons in the Potter Vault, however you won't have access to this fortune until you are declared of age. There are also various objects belonging to your family under the same conditions that your parents noted in their measures."
"I see. May I ask whatyou mean by being declared of age? Do you mean that I do not need to be seventeen years old to be considered an adult?"
"In rare cases, Mister Potter, sometimes a young witch, or wizard in your case, can prove themselves independent and competent. This subject is something your lawyer would have more information regarding. The Potters have two properties on files, one in Godric's Hollow and one in London."
"Let me guess, the lawyer will help me with that too?" Harry said, slightly smirking.
"Indeed." Ragnar said, taking another document. "This document here should contain the information that you seek. Let see... ah here is it. The firm that your parents used was Tonks & Perkins esquire At Law. They are based in Hogsmeade if my memory serves me right."
"Tonks...Tonks, I think I heard that name at one point in my previous year at Hogwarts. Why does that sound so familiar?"
"Indeed, Nymphadora Tonks, the reason why it's so familiar, just finished her last year at Hogwarts."
'Unfortunate,' thought Harry. 'I could have maybe tried to recruit her. Well, that is a big change from being the lord of Moat Cailin and strictly answering to Lord Rickard for years.'
"Now, Mister Potter, can you explain to us why you never responded to our letters? We have tried many times since your return to our world to communicate but our letters always came back to us."
"I truly cannot say, Master Ragnar. There are a lot of things that I don't understand yet. I think I need to visit my lawyer. How do I get to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked.
:-[T.A.B]-:
Theodore 'Ted' Tonks was in his spacious office at his firm in Hogsmeade, working on various contracts. Ever since acheiving his dream of opening a law firm with his friend from Hogwarts, Perry Perkins and of course the help of the Potters, Ted had been walking on cloud nine. The man had accomplished his dream of having his own firm. As his investors and most important clients, the Potters were high on his list of priorities.
Which was why he was extremely surprised when his secrecaty alerted him to the fact that said client, an almost twelve year old Harry Potter, was standing in his lobby, hands clasped behind his back, looking around observantly.
"Hello sir, would you mind telling me where I can find the lawyer named, Theodore Tonks, please."
"You have just found him, Mister Potter. I am Theodore Tonks, but please, call me Ted." the lawyer said smiling at the young boy in front of him.
"I don't think so, Mister Tonks." Harry Potter said to him.
Ted was taken aback by the firmness of the boy's voice. It was not belonging to a twelve year old, that was for sure.
"How is it that I never received any letters from you, Mister Tonks? I would have thought that a lawyer would have at least tried to tell me that I possessed two properties. I would have also thought that the lawyer that represents my family would have contacted me years ago, if not me, my guardians. " the boy started.
"Harry... you have to understand..." Ted tried.
"No, you do not get to call me by my first name." interrupted the young wizard. Harry looked so much like Fleamont Potter, his grand-father that Ted was once again taken aback. "It is Mister Potter to you. Now, again, tell me why I haven't received any letters from you and your firm?"
"A-A mail redirection ward was put around your house at the demand of your magical guardian, Mister Potter." Ted said quickly. The man saw the young boy squint his green eyes dangerously at him.
"Who is my magical guardian, Mister Tonks?" the young wizard asked, his voice low.
Ted did not see that question coming at all. He had been convinced by Albus that Harry would learn everything necessary during his first year at Hogwarts and now, he didn't even know who his magical guardian was?
"Your guardian is none other than Albus Dumbledore himself. He was made your guardian when your godfather commited his crimes, as you must certainly know... Mister Potter?"
"I have a godfather? Who?" Harry asked, now a mixture of anger and surprise in his eyes.
"Why Sirius Black of course. Headmaster Dumbledore hasn't told you anything?" the lawyer inquired to his client.
"No, no he did not. Where is this, Sirus Black?" adding to Ted's complete shock.
"He is currently an occupant ofAzkaban, the prison for wizards, for the crime of killing twelve muggles and a wizard, Peter Pettigrew more than ten years ago."
"I see. Well, Mister Tonks, we will come back to all of this. I wish to speak about my parents' will. I have never heard about it and my account manager at Gringotts has told me that you would be the man who would have it."
"Yes, I do have it." Ted hastened to say to his client. Finally, he could give himgood news. Waving his wand above his desk, the older wizard casted various spells to make the willappear.
The young boy took the document immediately in his hands, not even asking for it. Ted watched him read the document without a word. The will was sealed ever since their death and the lawyer knew Harry would probably not be happy about that either but his magical guardian had the authority to do so until a blood member of the family requested access to it.
:-[T.A.B]-:
Harry finally had his parents' will in his hands. This was the closest he had ever been to them. Breaking the magical seal with a sharp move, the young wizard started reading.
'To our beloved Harry,
If you are reading this, we are gone or too hurt to take care of you. We hope that this will is never activated, but in times of war, we quickly learned that you cannot take any chances with death. We leave you everything, Harry. The vault 687 is of course yours for all of your school supplies as Sirius or Alice must have told you about. Vault 686 will be yours as soon as you are declared of age. This vault contains the Potter fortune, be wise with it.
Your guardian probably told you about this, but the Potters are the owners of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. It is a creation of your grandfather that helped fill our coffers ever since. The Potters obtain royalties on every single potion sold. If you want to invest, we strongly advise you to speak with the Potter's account manager at Gringotts, Ragnar the Armorer.
We also partially own Tonks and Perkins esquire At Law. Your grandfather and I, your father, helped Ted Tonks and his partner establish themselves in Hogsmeade years ago. Ted was a couple of years ahead of me in Hogwarts and is part of the resistance against Voldemort. You can trust Ted Tonks, Harry.
We love you, Harry, never doubt it.'
A single tear fell from Harry's eye. He quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand and lifted his gaze to meet the gaze of Theodore Tonks.
"How come you never came and gave me this, Mister Tonks?" Harry asked, his voice cold as the winds of winter. "How come I was left in the dark about this will and everything else, for more then ten fucking years?"
"My partner and I received strict orders from Albus Dumbledore himself, Har...Mister Potter. He did not want to give you an unnecessary burden."
"An...unnecessaryburden of what exactly? To know what is mine?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"I-I-I beg your pardon, Mister Potter but the orders of Albus were very clear..." Theodore tried to say, but was once again interrupted by Harry.
"Enough. Are you working for Dumbledore, or for the Potters, Mister Tonks? Because, from where I sit, your firm was in part created by my House, not Dumbledore's."
"That is... true. You need to understand, however, Albus is the greatest wizard of our generation. He is the Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock." tried to explain the lawyer.
"That doesn't give him the right to ignore my parents' will. The first thing you will do, Mister Tonks, is to do everything in your power to have me declared of age as soon as possible." Harry ordered to his lawyer.
"D-Declared of age, Mister Potter?"
"Did I stutter? I don't think so." the young wizard said, rising to his feet. "Now, for the last thing I wish to ask of you. Where can I find this Alice?"
:-[T.A.B]-:
Harry, standing in his baseball cap and sunglasses on top of his normal glasses, was looking sadly at the woman who was supposed to be his guardian. With an extremely thin face, her skin looked old and uncared for. Her overlarge eyes were looking wildly everywhere in her room, seemingly looking for something. Beside her bed were the healers doing some test of some kind on her and who Harry now knew was her husband, Frank Longbottom. It had been a shock for Harry to learn that his godmother was either the mother or the aunt of Neville Longbottom, his classmate in Gryffindor.
The young raven-haired boy was about to leave the corridor when a hand quickly grabbed him by the shoulder like a talon. Quickly shrugging his shoulder free, Harry looked at who tried to grab him, seeing an old woman with a giant vulture hat. She wore a flamboyant robe with coloured feathers on it.
"Who are you, young man? Why are you looking at my son and daughter-in-law? They are not something to be gawked at!" the old woman exclaimed.
"I am not gawking at them, my lady." Harry answered, trying to defuse the situation. "I have recently learned that Miss Alice is my godmother and I was just recently toldthat she was here."
Harry heard two sharp gasps. One coming from the old woman and another coming from behind her.
"H-Harry?" a timid voice said. "You don't sound the same compared to school."
The raven-haired boy turned his gaze toward the source of the voice and saw Neville Longbottom himself. The young boy was shyly hiding behind his grandmother.
"I believe we need to have a talk, Lady Longbottom." Harry said, removing his desguise.
:-[T.A.B]-:
Thank you everyone for reading Chapter 42 of The adventure begins! Please let a review in the comment, letting me know what you think about my story or what you would like to see.
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Thank you to abarai72 for his amazing help in developing this story!
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