Gringotts
Harry bowed to the teller before the goblin could even speak, and to his surprise, the goblin returned the gesture with a curt nod. “Uhm, hi, I’m Harry. I’m here to take an inheritance test.” He waved toward Theo with a grin. “He’s my current partner in crime for escaping Hogwarts to do this, so he’s all good to be here.”
The goblin’s expression shifted slightly, curiosity piqued by the informal tone and the mischievous glint in Harry’s eye. “Very well, Mr. Potter. If you would please provide your blood sample, we can proceed.”
“Right how much do you need? I’ve got vials if you need more than drops all in stasis.” He held up a vial of his own blood with stasis runes engraved in it.
The goblin raised an eyebrow, impressed. “A prudent approach, Mr. Potter. Just a few drops will suffice for the initial test. If additional samples are required, we can request more at that time. Please proceed.”
“Alright do you have a knife you’d prefer i work with like some special dagger or should i just bite through my thumb pad?” Harry asked his tone alone confirmed he was completely serious.
The goblin's eyes glinted with amusement. “We prefer our clients to use one of our own tools for such matters. This way, there’s no risk of contamination. Here,” he said, producing a small, ornate dagger with a shimmering blade. “It’s been enchanted for precision and cleanliness. Use it wisely, Mr. Potter.”
“Ofcourse,” He nodded and cut through the pad of his thumb with zero hesitation and passed the knife back to the goblin. “So what do i need to bleed on or in.?”
The goblin raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by Harry's fortitude. “Simply let a drop or two fall onto this enchanted parchment,” he instructed, handing Harry a small, rune-inscribed sheet. “It will absorb your blood and begin the inheritance test. Just be sure to keep your hand steady.”
“Yeah, i can do that no prob” He held his bleeding thumb over the page and allowed about 2 drops fall, his hand didn’t even tremble he turned his hand over as to not spill it on the page or desk. “Should i add more or is that enough?”
The goblin examined the parchment, which shimmered faintly where the blood had touched. “That should suffice,” he said, nodding in approval. “Now we wait. The test will take a few moments to process your blood and reveal any titles, vaults, or magical inheritances you possess.” He gestured for Harry to step back while the parchment began to glow and pulse with a soft light.
"oh yeah I forgot to get your name that was rude of me." Harry looked at him with a tilted head while theo muffled snickers into his hands at harry's actions.
The goblin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his sharp features. “It is not customary for clients to introduce themselves,” he replied dryly. “But I am Grimgar. Now, if you will give me a moment, the test requires concentration.” He turned back to the glowing parchment, his fingers deftly tracing the symbols that began to appear as the magic activated.
Harry nodded and waited in silence as grimgar performed the test.
Grimgar’s brow furrowed in concentration, the parchment shimmering as it absorbed the blood.
“Interesting,” he muttered, glancing at Harry with an assessing look. “Your magic is… unconventional. This may take a moment.” The symbols danced across the page, revealing hints of ancient lineage and unexpected titles.
“Do you have any idea what you might inherit?” Grimgar asked, still focused on the parchment, though his interest was clearly piqued.
"the Potter line for sure but otherwise i'm not confident I have any others" Harry shifted nervously, and gripped onto theo’s hand when it was peaking as it helped with some of the anxiety.
Grimgar raised an eyebrow, the parchment beginning to glow as it revealed more information. “Ah, the Potters are well-known, but I see you also have ties to the Peverells and the Black family. Intriguing.” He paused, his expression shifting to one of mild surprise. “And Slytherin? Quite the impressive lineage, Mr. Potter. It appears you’re far more than just the Boy Who Lived.”
Harry shifted, a mix of pride and anxiety swirling in his chest. “So, what does that mean? Am I…?”
“Rich? Yes. Powerful? Indeed.” Grimgar looked up, his expression serious. “However, it also means you will attract attention—both good and ill. With such heritage, your actions will ripple through the wizarding world.” He tapped the parchment, and it glowed brighter. “Let’s see what else we can uncover.”
Full Name: Hadrian James Potter-Black
Parents:
- James Potter
- Lily Potter (née Evans)
- Sirius Black (Blood Adopted Father)
Godparents:
- Sirius Black (Sworn in)
- Remus Lupin (Pending)
- Minerva McGonagall (Sworn in)
- Alice Longbottom (Sworn in)
Lord-Heirships:
- Potter: Ancient and Noble House with 6 active seats.
- Black: Ancient and Noble House with 7 active seats.
- Peverell: Ancient House with 3 active seats (Death-touched).
- Slytherin: Ancient and Noble House with 5 active seats (Maternal conquest).
Blocks:
- 70% Core Block: Placed by Lily Potter. (40% remaining)
- 100% Metamorphagus Block: Placed by Lily Potter (Partially broken, 90% remaining).
- Mail Ward: Keyed to curses, fan mail, and any individuals associated with the politically dark side.
- Blood Ward: Placed by Lily Potter, protects loved ones by encasing them in a ward.
- All Speak: Block placed By Albus Dumbledore (100% Remaining)
Compulsions:
- Follow the Path of Light: (Broken)
- Hate Slytherins: (Broken)
- Forgive Easily: (Broken)
- Have a Sense of Self-Preservation: (Broken)
Rituals or Spells Cast on Person:
- Blood Ward Protection: By Lily Potter.
- Horcrux: By Tom Marvolo Riddle; Lord Voldemort (merged with).
- Familiar Bond: Achlys The Basilisk (Complete)
Abilities:
- Metemorphagus: The ability to adjust your body permanently at will, unlike a glamor it will stick through anything because it is the adjustment of the body for example permanent transfiguration. (Useless on left eye)
- Necromancy: The ability to affect, alter, and raise souls. Can be lost if own soul is splintered more than once, or if more than 50% of the soul is lost.
- Umbrakinesis: The ability to manipulate shadows, and move through them. Even using your own to store objects. The personal shadow is an extension of the soul and therefore will alway be the same each time you enter your own, unless your soul has been changed.
- All Speak: The ability to understand any spoken or written language when looking at it after having learned one language on their own.
“Well the blocks have got to go.. And what the fuck is a horcrux and how did i merge with it?”
Grimgar, raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “A Horcrux is a dark artifact, created to attain immortality by storing a fragment of one’s soul within an object. It requires a murder to create, which is a significant breach of magical and moral law.”
He paused, tapping a long finger on the desk, considering how best to proceed. “As for your merging with it, it’s likely a consequence of the magical trauma you’ve experienced. Such a bond is rare and often results from intense emotional or physical stress, which can alter a wizard’s magical essence.”
Grimgar leaned forward, his voice lowering. “This is no small matter, young Potter. The fact that you’ve merged with a Horcrux may provide you with unique powers, and well we don’t know what to do with it. It cannot be removed any longer as it has most literally merged with your very being.”
He straightened up, his tone shifting back to business. “Now, let’s discuss how to remove those blocks and ensure your rightful inheritance is accessible.”
"Right, I'm going to ignore the fact that I've merged with a slice of Voldemort and just focus on getting those damned blocks removed," Harry said, his expression a mix of determination and disbelief.
Grimgar nodded in understanding. “Very well, Mr. Potter-Black. If you would kindly follow me, we can proceed to the ritual chamber. We’ll have a few cursebreakers on standby, and you can have your partner in crime”—he gestured to Theo, who was visibly trembling as he flipped through the inheritance test—“wait outside while we handle the ritual.”
Hadrian—he preferred that name—gripped Theo's hand and led him toward the ritual chamber. Once inside, he gently urged Theo to sit on a nearby bench before handing him a book on runes. "Here, this might help you relax," he said, trying to ease the tension in the air.
Theo took the book, but his expression remained one of shock as he tried to process Hadrian's inheritance. The weight of it all hung between them, a mix of excitement and uncertainty that felt almost palpable. He pat the boy’s hair and walked into the ritual chamber, and smiled nervously.
Hadrian accepted the potion as it was handed to him, drinking it down without hesitation.
Grimgar nodded approvingly. “Now, you’ll need to strip. As a Metamorphagus, it’s possible you could tear your clothes, and you’ll likely be exhausted by the end of this, so you won’t want them on anyway.”
Hadrian nodded in understanding and began removing his clothes. He laid down on the altar, feeling the cool surface against his skin. Closing his eyes, he focused on his breathing. He could sense the curse breakers moving into position around him, and as their chanting began, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the ritual ahead.
Outside the chamber, the sounds were barely audible. For the first few minutes, there was only silence. Then a sharp scream pierced the quiet, followed by an unsettling stillness that lasted for an hour. Suddenly, the bank was flooded with an intoxicating blend of scents: ripe pomegranate, fresh rain, and an inexplicable sense of safety that wrapped around those nearby like a warm embrace.
Ten minutes later, Hadrian emerged from the ritual chamber, stumbling slightly. The aura of power radiated from him, palpable and intense.
Theo glanced at Grimgar and nodded. “We’ll try to come back tomorrow to claim his lordship rings, but I can’t promise we’ll make it.”
With a gentle nudge, he tucked himself under Hadrian's shoulder and whispered, “Snakes Den,” activating the Portkey that whisked them both back to the comfort of their dorm. He nestled them both under the covers, reveling in the warmth and the undeniable power that pulsed from Hadrian, a comforting presence against the backdrop of the night.
January 8th 2013
Hadrian was jolted awake by the sound of wards shattering. Blinking blearily, he focused on the figure above him—blonde hair and grey eyes.
“Malfoy? What are you doing in Gryffindor dorms?” he mumbled, confusion swirling in his mind. As he looked around the room, realization struck him. “What the hell?”
Turning to Theo, his face dawned with realization, he snickered, “Lazy little shit.” He shoved Theo awake, and started to pull his free’d magic into his core, making the room cool down considerably.
“Huh wha?” Theo blinked and looked around then looked at Hadrian, then Malfoy. “THIS ISN’T WHAT IT MIGHT LOOK LIKE, WE ONLY SLEPT.”
Malfoy’s expression was a mix of confusion and irritation. “What in Salazar’s name is going on?” He crossed his arms, eyeing them both suspiciously. “I find you two in a warded bed, and you expect me to believe this isn’t some sort of twisted rendezvous?”
Hadrian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, considering you barged in uninvited, you could say this is a case of mistaken intentions.” He shot Theo a teasing glance, who was still blinking in confusion.
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed, his confusion giving way to annoyance. “I don’t care about your little games. Just know that if anyone finds out about this—”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Hadrian interrupted smoothly, the chill in the air intensifying. “This stays between us. Or i’ll chop you up debone you, feed your flesh to my familiar and turn your bones into a collagen paste that i’ll gift to your parents to help alleviate their grieving. I’ll even say it was something you enjoyed as a present from me.”
Malfoy paled slightly, his bravado faltering. “You wouldn’t dare—”
Hadrian leaned back with a grin. “Oh, I absolutely would. So let’s keep this little encounter our secret, shall we?” Just to add chill to his statement, he purposefully pushed his magic in Malfoy’s direction, summoning forth the intent to harm and pushing sharply into the boy's core. “Shall. We?”
Malfoy’s eyes widened, the bravado completely draining from his face as he felt the weight of Hadrian’s magic pressing against him. “Y-yeah, sure,” he stammered, backing up slightly. “No one needs to know.”
Hadrian’s smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Good. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have more important matters to attend to.” He turned to Theo, who was still trying to process the situation. “Right, Theo?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure,” Theo replied, still looking a bit dazed. Malfoy’s reaction had clearly shaken him, but he managed to regain his composure, grateful for Hadrian’s support.
As Malfoy turned to leave, Hadrian called after him, “And Malfoy? Don’t think this means I won’t hold a grudge if you cross me.” The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving the two boys in the cozy warmth of the bed, a newfound tension lingering in the air.
“You can be terrifying, you know that?” Theo stated with an amused look.
“Thank you? I don’t know how to reply to that statement. Because apparently I’m a terrifying second year.” Hadrian smirked, his tone playful yet laced with a hint of seriousness.
Theo chuckled, shaking his head. “Just don’t go scaring off all our potential allies. I’m pretty sure Malfoy’s too shaken to even think about confronting you again.”
“Good. That was the point,” Hadrian replied, leaning back against the pillows, a satisfied grin on his face. Then he sat up with a look of realization. “And we have classes—that’s why he woke us up. Fuck.”
Hadrian groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, I’m using my portkey to my bed in my dorm so I can shower and change. See you later, Theo.”
He patted Theo on the head affectionately, then turned his attention to the portkey ring on his finger. “Lion’s Den,” he commanded, feeling the familiar tug on his stomach as he vanished from the room.
He appeared in his bed with a soft pop, the familiar warmth of his blankets wrapping around him. As he opened his curtains, he was met with the curious gazes of Ron and Hermione, both wearing matching looks of suspicion.
“Oh, well, good morning?” He attempted a smile, but it turned into a grimace at their incredulous expressions.
“We’ve been trying to wake you for twenty minutes,” Hermione stated, raising an eyebrow.
“Two-way silencing charm I found on my three-week vacation from people,” Harry lied with a smirk. “And a basic ward to make people leave me alone or risk burning their hands if they touch my curtains. I see you tried and failed.”
Ron muttered something affectionately along the lines of "nerd," shaking his head with a grin.
“Seriously, Harry,” Hermione pressed, her tone shifting to concern. “You can’t just shut everyone out like that. We’re your friends!”
“I was sleeping! It’s not my fault I’m good at wards,” Hadrian replied, a playful smirk on his face. “I’m going to wash the sleep off and then change into something nice for Transfiguration after breakfast.”
Ron nodded eagerly, his enthusiasm palpable as he thought of food, like a puppy anticipating a treat. Hermione, less impressed but still supportive, gave a small nod and headed down the stairs, Ron trailing closely behind her.
Hadrian quickly showered, the warm water invigorating him as he scrubbed away the remnants of sleep. He tied his hair back into a ponytail, feeling more like himself with each passing moment. After drying off, he pulled on his uniform, making sure to put on his underwear and socks first.
Feeling refreshed, he glanced in the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt before heading out to join his friends for breakfast. As he stepped into the common room, the familiar sights and sounds enveloped him, what would have been a comforting reminder of home. Now seemed a pale imitation to the comfort of the Slytherin common room.
He walked up to Ron and Hermione silently, a playful grin spreading across his face. With a quick tap on their shoulders, he watched as they both jumped in surprise.
“Breakfast, anyone?” he asked, his tone light and teasing.
Ron’s eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, while Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You scared us, Harry!” she exclaimed, shaking her head in mock exasperation.
“Just keeping you on your toes!” he shot back, leading the way toward the Great Hall, the scent of food wafting through the air and promising a satisfying start to their day.
In Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall’s eyes sparkled with approval as she observed Hadrian working harmoniously with Pansy and Theo. Her usual stern demeanor softened, and she praised their collaboration, rewarding both Gryffindor and Slytherin numerous points for their interhouse cooperation.
“Excellent work, Mr. Potter, Miss Parkinson, and Mr. Nott,” she said, her voice crisp yet warm. “It’s encouraging to see students from different houses working together so effectively.”
Hadrian exchanged a glance with Theo and Pansy, both of them grinning at the unexpected praise. The classroom buzzed with excitement as other students whispered about the points, and Hadrian felt a swell of satisfaction at being recognized not just for his abilities, but also for his growing friendships.
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Charms unfolded with a similar rhythm, the atmosphere filled with a sense of camaraderie. Professor Flitwick, ever the enthusiastic instructor, awarded points generously as Hadrian effortlessly performed the Engorgement Charm. he chirped, his eyes twinkling with delight.
Hadrian beamed at Theo, Pansy, and Ron, who were all struggling a bit but making progress. He moved between them, offering guidance and encouragement, and together they managed to get their objects to swell to impressive sizes. “Five points to Gryffindor, and five to Slytherin!”
Hermione, as usual, nailed the charm on her first try. She shot Hadrian a triumphant smile, clearly pleased with herself. While he felt a slight twinge of competitive spirit, he quickly brushed it off, instead focusing on the shared successes of his friends.
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Herbology was a lively affair, and the sunlit greenhouse felt welcoming as Hadrian joined his classmates. Although he was surrounded mostly by Gryffindors, Neville’s presence was a comforting constant. They partnered up to tackle the day’s task, which involved repotting Mandrakes.
Hadrian’s previous gardening experience from the Muggle world came in handy as he deftly handled the plants, while Neville, with his knowledge of magical flora, provided invaluable tips on how to soothe the screaming Mandrakes. Together, they worked efficiently, earning points for both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff as they carefully nurtured the plants and ensured they were properly settled in their new pots.
“Nice work, Harry!” Neville said, grinning as they finished. The professor, noticing their teamwork, awarded them a few extra points, which only boosted their spirits further. The shared laughter and camaraderie made the day feel even more vibrant, solidifying their friendship even more.
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During History of Magic, Hadrian's eyelids grew heavier, and soon he was dozing off, blissfully unaware of the droning lecture. Every ten minutes, Hermione nudged him awake, her expression a mix of disbelief and exasperation. Each time, she shot him a scandalized look as if to say, *How can you possibly sleep through this?*
Eventually, in a moment of desperation, Hadrian decided to switch seats with Pansy, hoping to find a more comfortable spot. He plopped down next to Theo, who was also fast asleep, his head tipped slightly to the side. Hadrian couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight.
Settled in next to Theo, he leaned back and closed his eyes again, finding solace in the warmth of their shared space. It was much quieter here, the occasional rustle of parchment and the soft sounds of the classroom fading into the background. With a contented sigh, he surrendered to the pull of sleep once more.
Hadrian stirred as Theo gently nudged him awake, the soft glow of his wand signaling the end of History of Magic. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Hadrian nodded gratefully and swiftly unbuttoned his uniform, peeling it off to reveal his comfortable clothes underneath. He stuffed the uniform into his messenger bag, feeling a sense of freedom as he escaped the confines of the formal attire.
Once he was ready, he fell into step beside Theo as they exited the classroom. The corridor buzzed with the chatter of students eager to head to their next lesson or to grab a bite to eat. It was their last class of the day so, hadrian and theo nodded to each other and walked off to a private alcove were Hadrian activated his portkey once again. With the tug at his navel and a clumsy landing they were both at gringotts. Again.
As they landed with a soft thud in the familiar marble foyer of Gringotts, Hadrian steadied himself, shaking off the disorientation from the portkey. He glanced at Theo, who looked equally amused by their somewhat clumsy arrival.
“Let’s hope the goblins don’t have too much fun at our expense today,” Hadrian quipped, his eyes scanning the bustling bank.
Theo smirked, adjusting his robes. “As long as they don’t ask for more blood, I think we’ll be fine.”
With a shared grin, they made their way toward the teller’s desk, where Grimgar awaited them. Hadrian felt a mixture of anticipation and anxiety bubbling in his stomach. Today, they were here for the lordship rings, a significant step in his political identity.
“Mr. Potter-Black,” Grimgar inclined his head.
“Grimgar,” Hadrian returned the gesture with a grin.
“Are you prepared for what’s about to happen?” Grimgar’s tone was ominous, a dark look in his eyes.
Hadrian smiled back. “Probably not, but I’m doing it anyway.”
Grimgar and Theo both stifled snorts. “Very well, let’s get on with it,” Grimgar said, pulling out four ornate boxes.
“Each box corresponds to a lordship—or, in the case of the Black family, an heirship. However, it’s worth noting that Lord Black is still awaiting trial. He hasn’t been confirmed of any crimes, so his title cannot be removed at this time.”
Hadrian nodded and slipped the Potter ring onto his finger first. A wave of warmth surged through him—fiery, alive, wild, and burning. After a moment, it settled, allowing him to move on to the Peverell ring. This time, the sensation was starkly different: cold and unyielding, like ice, yet it nestled comfortably alongside the warmth of the Potter magic. To his surprise, the two rings merged, displaying their family symbols intertwined.
Next, he donned the Slytherin lordship ring. It emitted a soft hiss, and instinctively, he hissed back, a confused “Hello.” The ring seemed to calm, radiating pure energy as it accepted him. It quickly melded with the other lordship rings.
For the final piece, he chose to place the Black heirship ring on his middle finger, rather than his index. As he did, he sensed the magic probing him, testing. In response, he briefly transformed the color of his nails to black and his hair to a vivid neon red. The magic welcomed him with loud, raucous caws before settling into a comfortable harmony.
“Well, I guess that’s settled,” Hadrian said with a grin, only to find bewildered expressions on both Theo’s and Grimgar’s faces. “What? What’d I do?”
He glanced around, searching for answers, and then his gaze fell upon the desk. To his surprise, he noticed it was slightly singed, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.
“Oh, my bad,” Hadrian said, waving his hand over the desk. With a muttered “Reparo,” the desk returned to its pristine condition. He gave a thumbs-up and flashed a pointed smile.
“So, even at your young age, claiming three lordships means emancipation,” Grimgar explained. “This means you will no longer have a magical guardian.”
“A what?” Hadrian interrupted, confused.
Grimgar continued, “It also means you will need to live independently, prepare your own meals, and manage your finances yourself. In the eyes of the magical world, you will be considered an adult—a young one, but an adult nonetheless.”
Hadrian's eyes widened. “Righttt. Okay, I’m going to need to process that later. I can assume the goblins of Gringotts keep track of properties as well?”
Grimgar nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “For a small fee, we can sort through your properties and provide a one-time Portkey to a location of your choice.”
Hadrian raised an eyebrow. “Five Galleons, and it has to be close to or within Diagon Alley—with good wards, of course. But if you do it for two Galleons, I’ll make you my account manager for my lordships. You’ll have free rein with investments and a 15% cut. So when I make money, you make money too.”
Grimgar’s grin widened in a way that would terrify a small child, sending an involuntary shudder down Hadrian’s spine. “Two Galleons it is.”
With a few silently cast spells, paperwork for the transfer materialized, along with an apartment and a blood quill. Hadrian read through the contract carefully, nodded in approval, and signed it, calling Theo over to act as a witness. Theo signed as well, and Hadrian passed the paperwork back to Grimgar, a grin on his face.
He then handed over two Galleons from his bag. “Well, I guess you can say goodbye to the title of Master Teller and hello to the title of Account Manager.”
“It was a pleasure doing business with you grimgar” Hadrian continued with a nod.
Grimgar nodded back. “And you, Lord Potter-Peverell-Slytherin.”
“Lord Potter or hadrian will do grimgar. Oh and may your coffers never empty.”
Grimgar grinned viciously, “and may your enemies cower at your name”
As he walked out Hadrian grinned right back, “oh they will.”