Chapter 6
Minerva McGonagall had seen magic perform some pretty amazing feats. Childhood accidental magic was almost always intent, and it almost always was something beautiful to behold. She received acceptance letters over the last two months from all the incoming first-year students. Checking their names off one by one. She received one such letter from Harry Potter, and although she didn’t typically read the acceptance portion of the letter, just that the child in question would be attending, she couldn’t help herself this time. This was Harry Potter, the son of her favourite student and her once-upon-a-time apprentice. James Potter had been working towards his transfiguration mastery, and he had asked her if he could do so under her continued tutelage just before the war broke out. She also knew Lily was working on a dual mastery of Charms and Potions. How could she possibly ignore their son’s acceptance letter? It was most likely written by those muggles that he was left with, of course, but it never hurt to check, right?
To all that it may concern,
Harry Potter will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on September 1. He, alongside my son Dudley and I, will accompany him to purchase his required scholarly texts, supplies, and uniform. If Harry needs to be reached before the start of term in September, then please send an owl to our new accommodations in London.
Thank you, Petunia Dursley Nee Evans, who will soon be divorced.
Divorced? Minerva remembered seeing Petunia at Lily’s graduation, and she always seemed like she wasn’t very fond of her sister… perhaps that was just because she was in an unknown environment and not because she was envious of Lily’s gift. Petunia was getting divorced for some reason from her husband and no longer lived at Privet Drive… well good for her! Minerva was of the opinion that every young, able woman should be doing things for herself rather than living unhappily for someone else.
Two weeks later, she double-checked the list of accepted students against the list of enrolled ones when she noticed a discrepancy. One Dursley Evans was added to the roster but had not received his letter. Thinking nothing of it, she sent out his missive and went about her day. However, in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help feeling that she had seen the name Dudley somewhere. Evans's last name was a common muggle name, so she never considered Lily’s connection. She decided she would find out at the sorting ceremony if she had met the young man.
Dudley’s vision cleared to a white room with a blinding light that seemed too unnatural to be anything but artificial. He glanced around at his surroundings and noted that he was in a bed, with a thin white sheet separating himself from someone else, who was still asleep on his left. His body ached, and his bones felt like jelly, but at the same time, he felt more alive than ever before. In his childhood, he remembers Harry doing some very cool things with something his father called Harry’s ‘freakishness,’ however, he realized that his father was most definitely wrong on many things, which could be another thing he was incorrect about. Slowly, Dudley sat up and released an involuntary groan as his muscles protested the movement. Just how long had he been asleep? He hadn’t felt this bad since he was sick once and had to spend a week in bed. His rustling about caught somebody’s attention because suddenly, there was a little creature, ‘ a goblin ’ his mind provided, in a little nurse outfit checking him over with incantations he couldn’t understand. His mother appeared behind the curtain on his right; that was probably where Harry was, and she dashed to his side.
“Oh, my baby, how are you feeling? Does it hurt? Is he going to be okay?” her voice was frantic, and he appreciated her concern. Lately, she was preoccupied with work and sorting papers so Dudley would never have to see his rotten father again. He loved her for doing that for him, but he also missed her warmth, and reading was slowly getting boring. It was nice to know she still cared. She had directed her last question to the nurse goblin, who was still running incantations.
When she finally finished, she answered his mother, “Yes, he will be fine. Congratulations are in order, young man; your magical core has expanded, and you now have access to that power. You are now fundamentally a Wizard and no longer a squib. This is a very rare occurrence and should be taken with great honour. Lady Magic has bestowed upon you her gift, and you have your young cousin over there to thank for starting the reaction.”
Dudley’s world just flipped on his side… a wizard like Harry? Who was Lady Magic? And what on earth happened to him while he was asleep!?
Harry woke to his aunt’s voice before hearing Dudley moving around in bed. Soon enough, Aunt Petunia asked rapid-fire questions and didn’t sound like she was breathing. Then…he listened to the best news he had heard all year. Dudley was now a wizard too and could come to Hogwarts with him! He wouldn’t have to leave the only friend, and if he was being honest, his protector, behind for a new world. They could go into this together! Harry still couldn’t move or speak, but that wasn’t a big deal. He could celebrate with Dudley later… right now, he just wanted to get out of bed and ask what had happened.
After finishing up with Dudley, the nurse goblin returned to Harry’s side, and Hary’s body slowly felt better. The goblin did even more incantations before his feelings returned. As a result, his throat was parched, and he needed some water. Dudley, at some point, had joined him on his bed after being given the all-clear. It was not pleasant to take a tentative sip of the water and feel it painfully slide down his throat before taking a bigger sip. The effect it had after that certainly was, though.
“What happened to me? Why did I fall asleep?”
“Well, Prince Pendragon, you had a panic attack, and then your magic lashed out at the perceived threat. This normally would not have been quite as big of an issue if you didn’t have an extensive core and weren’t feeding your cousin's in the process. As a result, your body went into magical exhaustion and shut down all unnecessary actions while regaining strength. This also kickstarted your cousin’s magical core and led to his development of a control gene. All squibs have this gene; it just typically needs an emotionally charged boost of accidental magic before the age of thirteen to take effect. This is also why we have what wizards call ‘muggle-borns.’ They are just squibs who, at some point in their adolescent years, interacted with some form of accidental magic powerful enough to kick-start that gene. This, however, typically also leads to the original child's death as their cores are not strong or stable enough to withstand protecting themselves as well as feeding another child's core.” the goblin had gone on a small tirade. They felt very passionately about this topic. It bugged Harry to be addressed as a prince, but he didn’t know why they did that and didn’t want to sound rude, so he chose to ignore it instead, asking for the rest of his inheritance test. It did not escape his mind that he was no longer Harry Potter, but that crisis was for another time. He needed to know if his parents left him any money to help pay for school stuff. As Aunt Petunia had said, supplies were expensive, and now there were two!
When Harry says he was shocked at the amount of money he had, that would be an understatement. This kid never had more than pocket change for a gumball at the library, and now, if he did his math right, which he knew he did, he was a multi-billionaire in wizarding currency. He didn’t see the exchange rate for this currency to the one he was familiar with, but he would be finding out! On top of that, this said he was a prince… and had many other things that made zero sense in his brain. It wasn’t often that something could completely confuse Harry, but today, this one trumps even astrophysics.
It wasn’t long after Harry had been given the clear to leave when another nameless goblin was escorting them to another place in the bank. In the back of his mind, Harry had a lot of questions about why the bank had an infirmary and so many twisty hallways. Coming up onto a smaller door than the oak one they had entered before; this one was a dark wooden colour with shiny metal outlining it. It was only a single door, and this one did have a handle. The nameless goblin knocked three times in two different places before leaving Petunia, Dudley, and Harry stranded in this random hallway before the dark door. Another panic attack was stopped before it could start by a voice on the other side of the door telling them to come inside. Aunt Petunia went first, slowly opening the door and walking in with all the fake bravado she could muster. That melted away when she glanced at the ceiling; all she could see was the black night sky. It was beautiful and mesmerizing. She was knocked out of her stupor by a clearing of someone’s throat.
“Yes, hello, come take a seat. I am Vault Master Prince Bonehammer. I am the master of the Monarchy of Avalon's keeper and the Keeper of the Black, Peverell, and Emrys seats.” he looked at Harry, “and I know who you are, of course, Prince Hadrian Pendragon.”
“Oh! Umm…you can call me Harry or … Hadrian if you like. Vault Master Prince Bonehammer…sir.” Harry's face lit up red at the mention of the prince thing again. Seriously, why couldn’t his life be normal for once?
“If you prefer that, you may address me as Bonehammer, Hadrian. We do share similar titles within our races.”
“Okay, if that’s the case, can you explain everything on this sheet?”
“I can do that, yes. However, you require another test and possibly a cleansing. So we will do those first, then you may ask your questions.”
Harry agreed without hesitation. He was still on guard, but anyone willing to explain everything to him was trustworthy enough…for now. Bonehammer took a vile of a clear, iridescent liquid and asked for his hand like the test from earlier. After another minor bloodletting, the vile turned a cloudy pink colour, and Bonehammer poured it onto another parchment set. Much like the first, words started appearing. However, they were startlingly red, unlike the black ink from before.
Magical Health test for one:
Legal name: Hadrian Parth Florian Leo Pendragon (July 31, 1980 - current)
Magical core:
Core size: Large (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981) (Broken August 19, 1991)
Small (appointed A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981) (Broken August 19, 1991)
Core alignment; Grey (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)(Broken August 19, 1991)
Light (appointed A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981) (Broken August 19, 1991)
Godparent(s) bond; S.O.B (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
A.L.L. (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Soul Marked bond; D.L.M (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Familial magics:
Black; Metamorphous (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Natural Occlumens (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Emrys; Magical Sensitivity (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Mage Sight (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Peverell; Natural Necromancer (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Communion with Death (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Pendragon; Natural Legilimens (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
General’s Command (blocked A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Compulsion(s)
Inherent Trust - keyed to A.P.W.B.D
Inherent Trust - keyed to M.E.W
Blind loyalty - keyed to A.P.W.B.D
Loyalty- keyed to M.E.W
Trust - Keyed to Gryffindor House
Trust- Keyed to the Weasley Family
Inherent Distrust - Slytherin House
Inherent Distrust - keyed to S.T.S
Inherent Hate - keyed to D.L.M
Inherent Hate - keyed to the Malfoy family
(All applicable since November 1st, 1981)
(Recommended: Full cleansing ritual and magic bath)
Bonehammer read as the parchment filled, and if anyone thought he was scary before, he now looked downright murderous.
“How could that- You’re the prince of their nation! How dare they defile and abuse you like this. I assure you, Hadrian when I have the means to do so, I will cease all Albus Dumbledore’s assets and compensate you for this traitorous grievance!”
So…the goblin nation took honour and abuse very seriously. Good to know.
“In the meantime, however,” he looked to have calmed down after his sudden outburst,” we will be getting all of these off of your person and attempting to reinstate your blocked bonds. I can’t fathom the pain you must feel from the lack of attachments. Especially from your soul marked... If you follow me, I will perform all the rites for the ritual and prepare the magic bath.”
Harry Left his aunt and big brother sitting on the chairs in Bonehammers office. They were both lost in their thoughts but wished him good luck. As he ascended a staircase he was sure wasn’t there when they were waiting outside the office, he thought back to all he had learned about himself today. He was a prince...somehow. He was wealthy. He had a bunch of blockages on his magic and his character. Does he have somebody that he thinks attributes to a soul mate? He was a lord and heir and still didn’t get what that meant. As he collected his thoughts, several questions formed a list in his head. He would be sure to ask these questions and get a complete understanding of them. Some of which had to do with the Headmaster of his new school.
Harry was shaken out of his musings when Bonehammer directed him to stand in the middle of a big, intricate circle. It looked like one of those hard pages from a colouring book, and he saw a few girls in his class colouring at break once. He hadn’t even noticed they had walked into this room until he was given instructions. He listened intently to what was happening around him. Bonehammer placed a different colour candle in all four cardinal directions. He wasn’t sure which way he was standing, but he knew there was a red candle, a blue candle, a greenish-brown candle, and a yellow candle. He then placed various objects around the circle and asked him a few questions. Like when his birthday was, what day the blocks had been placed, and how many compulsions were on the list.
Harry wasn’t sure why Bonehammer was asking these questions, but it was a nice little distraction from the storm brewing in his head. When Bonehammer had finished, he instructed Harry to sit down with his legs crossed and his palms facing upwards, rested on his knees. To close his eyes and let his mind go blank. Clearing his head wasn’t significant for the ritual, he was told, but that Harry just looked nervous. That was when Bonehammer started chanting in the same language the nurse goblin had when healing and checking on him thirty minutes prior. It was only after a few minutes that Harry felt uncomfortable…and then itchy, and then like his skin was on fire, the nausea hit him like a train. He had almost refused to puke… and when his body finally gave in, what came out of his mouth was by far the grossest thing Harry had ever witnessed in his entire short life.