Chapter 1
Harry looks down at the parchment laying before him. All information about himself, his family, his vaults, heirships and everything is written there.
“Griphook, these haven’t ever been wrong, right?” Harry asks in a timid voice, feeling as if he’s on the verge of tears. He looks up at the goblin sitting before him.
“Of course not Mr. Potter. These tests are as accurate as you can possibly get them.” The goblin replies with irritation coating his voice. Harry nods his head at that and turns his eyes down at the piece of paper laying on the table.
Name: Harry James Potter
Parent: Tom Marvolo Riddle
Parent: Severus Snape
Adoptive parent: James Fleamont Potter
Adoptive parent: Lilly Potter ne Evans
Godparent: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
Godparent: Narcissa Anastasia Malfoy ne Black
Adoptive godparent: Sirius Black
Magical godparent: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (not legal)
Heirships:
Potter (adoption)
Black (adoption)
Slytherin (blood)
Peverell (magical)
Lordships:
Potter (due to deceased family)
Magical Blocks:
Long lasting transfiguration charm
Blockage of 60% of magic (magical core)
Long Lasting Potions:
Unknown: lowers your survival instinct
Unknown: heightens trust in specific people
Unknown: unknown
“Why the hell are there so many blockages and potions in my system? Can we remove them?” Harry asks Griphook, anger and irritation lacing his voice. The goblin nods.
“We can fix them now if you want, we have a healer here at all times in case of emergencies like these. We can also figure out who placed the blocks if you want. The potions can not be traced however.” Griphook replies with less irritation in his voice this time.
“I would like that.” Harry says. The goblin leaves the room and comes back a few minutes later with another Goblin.
“This is Ragnuk, he is our healer.” Griphook introduces the new goblin. He seems younger than Griphook, less wrinkles and a more welcoming face.
“Pleasure meeting you Mr. Potter, of course I wish it was under better circumstances than this, but not to worry, when I’m done with you there won’t be even the slightest piece of magic or unwanted potion in your body anymore. For me to remove the magic and potion I need you to be unconscious so I’ve brought a vial of dreamless sleep with me.” The new goblin, Ragnuk, says with a somehow nice voice.
Ragnuk gives him the vial, and just to make sure, Harry smells the potion before drinking it. He’s out like a light.
The two goblins move the to skinny boy from the chair he was placed in and up on the cold stone table he was sitting by.
“This will take some time, so I advise you to find the paper work needed to sue whoever placed the blocks on him, I also assume that whoever placed them there also gave him the potions, but without proof there is nothing that can be done.” Ragnuk says to the older goblin. Griphook scowls, but leaves the room to go prepare the paperwork.
“This is going to be a long day.” Griphook grumbles on his way out.
Ragnuk sighs, and turns back to the boy on the table.
Five and a half hours later Ragnuk is done, Griphook in a pissed mood and Harry in a groggy but awake state.
“I will take my leave now, Griphook has all information. It was a pleasure helping you Mr. Potter.” Ragnuk bows before leaving the room.
“I have both good and bad news. Good news first, Ragnuk managed to remove all magic and unwanted potion from your system. This also means that you look a bit different, but we can come back to that later. Bad news, we now know who placed the blocks on your magic.” Griphook sneers. The old goblin is glaring at the papers in his hands.
“And who is it?” Harry asks groggily. The goblin meets Harrys tired eyes.
“Albus Dumbledore.” Griphook sneers.
Harry was wide awake now staring at Griphook as if the goblin just grew two heads. Griphook passes the papers over to the stunned Harry.
“There you have all information on the blocks and potions used. Plus who placed the blocks on you.” Griphook explains.
Harry lets his eyes roam over the papers taking in every single word and sentence on them. All the way at the bottom of the third paper stands the name of a man Harry has trusted with everything.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
A choked sound leaves Harry. He hurriedly scans the papers again seeing more names in different places. Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley.
“How could they…how fucking could they?!” Harry screams with a choked voice. He grips the papers so hard that his knuckles turn white.
“While you were out I also found a marriage certificate between you and Ginerva Weasley signed by Dumbledore. As he is not legally your magical guardian this certificate has no meaning whatsoever.” The goblin chimes in.
“What would you like to do now Mr. Potter?” Griphook asks from behind Harry.
“I can sue them for this, right?” Harry asks.
“Well of course you can.” Griphook replies with a smirk smeared onto his face.
“Sue them, make it hurt so badly that they will never be able to do anything to anyone ever again.” Harry says cooly.
The rest of the day is spent signing the right papers and writing down the reasonings and finding the proof they need. With what Dumbledore has done to Harry he will be put in Azkaban for quite some time, and that is simply by counting the crimes on paper. If you take into account everything else he put Harry through at school, or simply by sending him back to the Dursleys he will no doubt be staying for a good time.
When they are done with everything the clock is almost one in the night. Harry arrived here at 12 in the day.
“I will make sure everything is in order before we do anything. It’s been a pleasure working with you Potter. Do you need anything else before you take your leave?” Griphook asks tiredly.
Harry considers coming back another day instead of taking it now. I’m already here, why not just do it now, Harry thinks.
“There is one last thing actually. I would like to change my name. As I just figured out that the name I carry is a name given to me by my adoptive parents and not my real parents. Is this something I can do or do I need a guardian to sign something for me?” Harry asks.
“We can fix that now, and due to your special situation you do not need a guardian. Let me get the right paperwork.” Griphook replies.
Five minutes later Harry stares down at the paper with a quill in his right hand.
Current name: Harry James Potter
New name: Hadrian Marvolo Peverell
Hadrian passes the paper over to Griphook who looks it over.
“Interesting name choice.” The goblin comments.
“I’d rather not give myself either of their surnames without them knowing me and personally giving me permission. I did chose Marvolo as a middle name so I at least have some kind of connection to them.” Hadrian explains. Even thought the man who’s name he now carry is the man who tried to kill his adoptive parents there must be something about him that makes him so special the cold Severus Snape fell for him, Harry thinks.
And now that he know a whole lot more about the people he surrounded himself with for years there is a good chance that the world isn’t as black and white as they say it is.
Hadrian leaves Gringotts Bank at 2 o’clock in the morning with a new name and a lot more knowledge than before. He walks down Diagon Alley, heading towards the Leaky Cauldron to finally lay down and properly process everything that happened today.
Hadrian looks into some of the dark shop windows to scan the objects standing at display when he finally takes notice of himself. A complete new himself.
In place of his usually messy brown curls there is now black shoulder length hair. He brings his hands up to his hair and runs them through it. His curls are still there but they feel so much smoother, almost softer too.
The roaming hands make their way down to his face, pushing the hanging hair out of the way.
The first thing he takes notice of is his skin is slightly paler than it used to be. So pale that the lightning bolt on his forehead is barely visible anymore. The sight makes a smile etch its way onto his face, that’s now a tiny bit slimmer than usual. His eyes is the only thing that stayed the exact same.
The vivid emerald green eyes look up and down the new Hadrian. The slightly taller Hadrian with new hair and a fresh mind.
“I need to get new robes tomorrow.” Hadrian says softly, smiling to himself.
The rest of the way he smiles to himself, thinking about Snape and how he would react if he knew that he was his son. He would probably be livid, denying it and accusing him of lying. Not telling Snape any time soon them. Or Tom. Never Tom. Tom will have to figure it out through Snape once he figures it out. Which he wont. Ever. Nope. Not happening, he's not ready to die just yet.
Now that he thinks about it, Snape will most likely figure it out if he doesn’t up his Occlumency. He's buying books on Occlumency tomorrow along with robes.
Once he finally opens the door to the room he has at the Leaky Cauldron. He considers dressing for bed before he decides against it and just falls onto the bed.
Hadrian’s out like a light.