Chapter 5
The house in London wasn’t anything like Number Four Privet Drive. It was much smaller, and the boys had to share a room while Petunia slept on the couch, but it was much better than Privet Drive's terror. Harry had four weeks to get used to three meals daily, exercise properly, and collect all his school supplies. He had yet to read his school letter, but that wasn’t because Petunia refused to give it to him; she was busy, and he didn’t want to bother her. He was itching with curiosity, though, so one week into their new arrangement, he plucked up the courage to ask her.
“Aunt Petunia?”
“Yes, Harry?” She didn’t look up from the documents she was working on.
“umm…Can…Can. I have my letter. And know when we are going to pick it all up?”
“Oh! I had completely forgotten about that! Crap! Okay… we will go tomorrow… I hope Lily left you something we can put towards your school shopping. Wixen things tend to be extremely expensive.” She muttered the last bit to herself, but Harry caught it. He was excited to learn more about his mom and if she left anything for him!
The next day at 7 am, Dudley and Harry were ready to leave before Petunia had gotten up to make breakfast. The boys did, and with the help of Harry, Dudley made his mom breakfast in bed before disappearing to read a little bit before leaving. Harry was practically vibrating under his skin, but as the time for them to leave drew closer, he got increasingly nervous.
Finally, the three packed themselves into the car and drove to a random little pub in the middle of tall buildings. It would have looked out of place, but nobody seemed to be paying attention, much less commenting. Petunia parked in the little parking lot and directed both boys through the pub to the back. Nobody stopped them. Harry later asked Petunia how she knew about getting into the magical ally. All she said was that she remembered every detail about her first time here with a tall, beautiful, yet stern-looking witch as her family’s guide. Petunia closed her eyes and tapped seemingly random bricks on one wall with her finger. Slowly, the wall melted away to a beautiful arch, and beyond that was the brightest array of colours either boy had ever seen.
“Our first stop, boys, is the bank. You can’t shop without money.”
The bank that Petunia led them to was huge. It was pearly white and had beautiful Greek columns holding up the entry. There were two little creatures in front of the gate, and they bowed as the three of them entered. Harry, without realizing it, bowed back out of shock. The two guards gave him a polite no, and he figured bowing was a courteous thing to do with these creatures. They walked down a short hallway to what looked to be a small amphitheatre without the seating. The entire interior was that same pearly white with gold, silver, and bronze accents. It looked regal yet screamed, ‘WE CONTROL ALL THE MONEY.’ The three of them joined a short-ish line and waited their turn patiently. When the person in front of them was helped, they stepped up. The bank teller was another of these creatures, and the nameplate on the desk said that this one was Ms. Goldrook, Goblin banker of Gringotts. Finally, after another fifteen minutes of silence, Ms. Goldrook looked up and addressed the three of them.
“ Ms. Goldrook, Goblin Banker of Gringotts, Wixen-Goblin communications, what do you need today?” She looked stern, but her voice was even, and her tone held no anger. Aunt Petunia stepped forward, bowed, introduced herself, and stated that they were there because Harry was a wizard, and they were inquiring to see if his parents had left him anything to help with school shopping expenses.
“Do you have his key?” … Key? What key? Was there a key? To what?
Aunt Petunia just shook her head, but that seemed sufficient.
“I see; then he will need an inheritance test to verify his identity and state any and all possessions of Mr. Potter, including but not limited to heirships, properties, and vault access.”
“Sounds good. Can we do that now? Or do we need to make an appointment?” The Goblin lady seemed surprised by Aunt Petunia, for what? No clue.
“It can be done shortly. He will be required to meet the vault master in charge of his vault, but Ranrock is off break soon. I’ll have Ranrock escort you to his office in a minute.”
Not very long later, the three of them were walking down a twisty hallway leading to large oak doors; there were no handles, but Ranrock waved his hand, and the doors opened.
“Sit. I’ll grab the necessary parchment and tools to perform an inheritance test.”
Petunia, Dudley, and Harry sat at the round desk as Ranrock grabbed various things from his desk and off a shelf behind him.
“This potion will allow your blood to become ink and spell out all your relevant personal details. After it is done, you will read the parchment. After that, I will escort you to the vault master involved with your vault if you say you are who you are. This is partially a security measure but also an identification. We here at Gringgotts take stealing very seriously. Line theft is punishable by fifteen years in Askaban per offence.”
The goblin didn’t say anything after that. He gestured for Harry’s hand, slid a small knife along his middle finger, and held his hand above the potion for a while. Letting slick red drops of blood mix with the potion until it becomes milky purple. After that, Harry’s hand was magically healed, and the goblin went ahead and poured something golden into the potion, slightly mixing it until it turned black, like ink. Pouring the potion over the parchment, a couple of seconds later, the paper seemed to glow and absorb all the potion. Slowly, words appeared before everyone’s eyes.
Birth Certificate and Inheritance test for one;
Legal Name: Harry James Potter (Invalid)
Hadrian Parth Florian Leo Pendragon (July 31, 1980 - current)
Paternal Identification:
James Fleamont Potter (Invalid)
Jaiman Farees-Mohit Altair Pendragon (March 27, 1960- October 31, 1981)
Regulus Arcturus Black (June 25, 1961- November 13, 1979) (Invalid)
Regulus Arcturus Pengradon nee Black (June 25, 1961 - Current)
in stasis since March 13, 1981
* Blood Adoption July 31, 1980 *
Maternal Identification:
Lily Josephine Potter (Invalid)
Lillian Josephine Pendragon nee Evans (January 30, 1960- October 31, 1981)
Godparent(s):
Sirius Orion Lupin nee Black- appointed J.F.A.P & R.A.P, July 31, 1980,
Alice Lorina Longbottom nee Fortescue- appointed L.J.P July 31, 1980
Godsibling: Neville Frank Longbottom (July 30, 1980 - current)
Named Heirship(s):
Heir Most Noble and Ancient House of Black- appointed A.S.B, S.O.B, R.A.P
Lord upon the current lord’s death / or magical majority
Heir Most ancient and Most prestigious House of Emrys - appointed Lady Magic
Lord upon mastery of familial magics, and magical majority / or Lady Magic’s choosing
HeirMost Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell: - appointed J.F.A.P, R.A.P, L.J.P
Lord, upon mastery of necromantic gifts and magical majority
Prince Pendragon Of the Prestigious Monarchy of Avalon - appointed J.F.A.P, R.A.P, L.J.P
The king, upon trial completion, magical majority, mastery of familial magics, and marriage by magic
Named Lordships:
Lord Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter - appointed A.P.W.B.D, majority Wizengamot vote, Lady Magic
Lord Potter, until coronation, Potter House was a decoy for the monarchy.
Lord of the House of Death- appointed by God Of Death and Lady Magic
immortality, gifts of death, mastery of blood and necromantic gifts
Vaults, Property, and Assets
Lordship Potter:
Everything covered under Monarchy Pengragon
Lordship Death:
Vault # 317i: Everything covered under Heirship Peverell
Heirship Black:
Trust; Vault #726
Education Funds; Vault #156
Familial Assets; Vault #138, 139, 140
Lordship; Vault #100, 87, 1276
Property;
12 Grimmauld Place, London (Inhabitable),
Château noir, Black Isle - Home of current Lord Black (unplottable),
128 Leona Square, London (inhabitable)
Combined monetary assets: 100 million galleons, 5882353 sickles, and 202840 knuts
Heirship Emrys:
Magical Texts, Tombs, and Tools related to familial magics; Vault #48
Familial Assets; Vault #56
Property;
Merlin’s Keep, Avalon (Unplottable)
Combines monetary assets: 100 galleons, 12 sickles, 25 knuts
Heiship Peverell:
Magical Texts, Tombs, and Tools related to familial magics; vault #8
Educational funds; vault #26
Lordship; vault #16
Famillail assets; Vault #317
Property;
Not Applicable (N/A)
Combines monetary assets: 1 million galleons, 248 sickles, 3 knuts
Monarchy Pendragon:
National Treasury funds; vault #2, 3, 10, 15, 32
Crowning Heir funds; vault #5
Kingship funds; vault #4
Queen Consort funds; vault # 11
Educational funds; vault #9
Magical Texts, Tombs, and Tools related to familial magics; vault #13
Familial assets: vault #17, 36, 58
Property;
Nation of Avalon and surrounding land
Camelot Castle, Avalon (currently known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Scottland.)
Combined assets of the state: 700 billion galleons
Combines familial monetary assets; 100 billion galleons
Recommended: Healer’s test, block removal, compulsion eradication
As the parchment filled, I was startled. Harry wasn’t my name? I wasn’t a Potter? I had two fathers, and one was still alive!? My mind only got increasingly more distraught as I read on. More and more, I could feel a panic attack settling in. I didn’t make it past my godparents' names, which I didn’t know existed until today before my heart beat in my ears and felt like I was underwater. I couldn’t hear anything, and I could barely see anything. Absently, somewhere in the back of my mind, I noted that my glasses must have fallen off.
My face was wet, and I couldn’t tell why. I was not who I thought I was. I was someone else entirely, and that thought alone was daunting enough. Someone grabbed me around the shoulders and pulled me into their arms. I couldn’t tell if this was Aunt Petunia, or Dudley, or even that goblin man we had been speaking to previously. All I knew was that the walls were closing in. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, and I didn’t know what was going on around me. Why couldn’t my life be normal for once, like Uncle Vernon always wanted me to be? This new revelation wholly confirmed that I was just as big of a freak as Uncle Vernon had said. Why couldn’t I just be normal!? A hot burst of energy ran through my body. It felt like fire but didn’t burn. It was warm yet chilling to my bones. I felt it in my chest first, my heart, then through my limbs and finally my fingers. Whatever it was, it was exhausting, and now there are big black spots all through my vision… maybe I need a nap, and I will wake up, normal, Harry Potter.
Petunia didn’t know what was going on with her sister’s son. One minute, there was a potion poured onto a piece of paper. The next he was having a panic attack. She tried to calm him down, but he either couldn’t hear or wouldn’t. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her chest. A few seconds later, he had glowed like a lamp in the darkness, and energy and magic, she later realized, burst from him. It was hot and cold and vibrated with anxiety and fear. Harry then fell unconscious, probably due to the stress. Petunia had only read up to her sister’s legal name before Harry went into his attack.
On the other hand, Dudley tried to read the whole thing, but he knew he wouldn’t understand everything. That didn’t matter. This was his little cousin, and he would protect him from everyone, wizard ot otherwise. Finding out he was a prince was shocking but also made sense in other aspects. Harry had always been a beautiful, graceful child. Even with his scar across his face, he somehow always managed to look beautiful. Broken bones be damned. Dudley was never given a proper explanation of what happened to his aunt and uncle, just that they died when Harry was a baby and that Harry needed to stay with them ‘for protection.’ Dudley knew he wasn’t dumb; he was justn’t as bright as Harry. Nobody was as brilliant as Harry, but he knew what his dad had done to Harry wasn’t ‘protection.’ It was mean and scary, and sometimes Dudley questioned how Harry could be so kind and caring despite what Dudley’s dad had thrown at him. Yet still, here was his beautiful, princely baby brother, so kind and loving, who needed absolute protection. Dudley vowed to himself that regardless of how fantastic or rich his baby brother was, he would always stand by his side and protect him.
Lady Magic heard the silent vow from the little twelve-year-old squib boy and granted his wish. One of the energy beams that left Harry’s malnourished littler body struck dead center of Dudley’s magical core. He wouldn’t ever be as magically powerful as his baby brother, but he would be just powerful enough to stand by Harry’s side and protect him. Both boys fell unconscious in that little office after only reading part of an inheritance test that would shape the entire wixen world from now until eternity.