Chapter II
Breathing heavily in deep gasping breaths, Harry rests his elbows on his knees as he cradles his head. A pounding headache was forming and pulsating just behind his eyes. His body shook and random tremors tore through him as he tried to understand what had happened. What might still happen? He had blown his aunt up Surely that would be the end of Hogwarts, of home, of sanctuary No! Harry couldn’t think of that, he had to focus! Before he lost all sense of where he was and what he would have to do!
You see Harry wasn’t as his scores at Hogwarts implied dumb. He was conditioned not to do better than anyone else. All that ever brought him was pain, suffering, and hunger . And so, he simply…didn’t do his best, or rather he didn't show his best. He still learnt and practised late at night when nobody else was awake…When it was safe by the calming waters of the Black Lake and under the shining stars that Harry so desperately wished he could at times touch and reach. Oh to be free like the stars aloft within the night sky, silent yet so bright and shining and beautiful. Free to be whatever they wanted unaffected by the judgement and actions of those around them.
His insomnia was both a curse but also a blessing. Letting him be free once every few days had realistically allowed him to hold onto his will, his hope, and the strength needed to keep on going each day. When everything seemed to be against you. Family who hate him. Friends and peers who are one day friendly and happy to see him only to then turn around the next week, or month, or year and throw figurative daggers into his back, and sneer at him and hate him all because they could. And the adults in his life? They stood and watched, did nothing, and aided nobody. Not Harry and not the poor first-year girl Harry had helped collect her clothes from whilst she was naked and Freezing .
If there was one thing these experiences had shown Harry it's that Hope is the fool's ally. If you ever wanted anything in this world you had to do it yourself. You can't rely on others when they are so vapid and vain. Your friends, Your true friends would and should stand by you regardless of what happens or what you might do!
Steeling himself, Harry drew himself up to his short height of 5’4. He clenched his fists a few times slowing down his breathing and imagining being surrounded by the waves and a clear night sky, stars shining around him. Drawing strength and resolve from the thought, he walked from the hidden corner up to the doors of Gringotts. Past the heavily guarded soldiers guarding the dragons' horde, he imagined. Walking before an empty que he approached the goblin at the desk
“ Hello, I don’t have my key. Is there a way to verify my identity and gain access to my vaults?”
Now some would see this as rude and abrupt. But from what Harry had learnt the goblins are a warrior race. To spend time on flowery words and actions is both a waste of Money as the age-old saying Time is Money and also a waste of energy. They are warriors and from the stories he had heard they believe in minimal effort and maximum output. Save your words, breath, and energy for the fights to come.
“Hmmph It’ll cost you. Through that door, follow the guard. Know this wizard should you not be able to pay the cost you will become indentured to the goblin Horde. Now go.”
True to nature Nothing was wasted. No exaggerated movement, no overbearing sneering like the ghost who taught History so often told them. Just pure and straight to the action so to speak. So Harry followed the guard through the door into the rough unevenly cut corridor, before being ushered into a room containing nothing but a desk and a goblin with a bowl and a very very sharp knife.
“Sit. Run the knife along your left palm. 7 drops for basic inheritance testing, 14 for 7 generations back and a family tapestry though it'll cost more, 21 drops for everything; Inheritance, 7 generations tapestry, and a full health scan. Be aware, as you are a minor per the treaties if we find anything at fault, we will fix it and charge you the price of whatever needs to be done. Payment will be irrelevant of any restrictions and taken from a family’s main vault should you belong to any such family holding an account here at Gringotts”
Harry prepared for a similar attitude to this, simply nods his head and runs the knife along his palm. Barely a wince, what is a single cut to having cigars put out on your arms, to having your family beat you for entertainment, to having hot pans seared onto his back for burning food when it was they who demanded you put out the trash knowing it would indeed burn.
Wanting to know more about his family and taking the chance to perhaps get some much-needed healing Harry let all 21 drops of blood drip into the bowl.
“Stick the knife into the bowl and then you may either sear your palm or let yourself continue to bleed over my room”
Not wanting to keep dripping blood after performing a ritual with it (who knows what else they could do with it) He stuck it into the bowl and once it glowed hot seared his palm. Barely letting out a hiss of shock more than pain. Harry placed the knife on the bench and watched in surprise as his wound healed. Burn and cut alike are gone.
“Don’t be a shocked child. Rituals take but they also give. That you withstood the minor pain that fulfilled the sacrifice required to finish and seal the ritual shows strength and willpower. Most believe it to be too crude and merely wrap their wound rather than finish the ritual and accept a little pain for healing”
“Your results are….shocking. You are so bound up in seals and binds it is a wonder you move. I will be putting you in a coma. When you wake they will be gone. Normally this would take some time. However, Gringotts has an ….acquaintance who will be more than happy to assist us with this. Know this child Your entire life will change. What you think of yourself will change you have been living a vicious and ignorant life. Moulded by those who should have guided you. I must ask, do I have your consent to put you to sleep?”
“D..do I even want to look at the results? I know goblins do not care for Humans so a response like this…it worried Harry greatly.”
After all, what could have a goblin and a seasoned one by that if what Harry sees of his scars and still healing wounds so shocked? Part of Harry was surprised and yet also not. It’s not like anything could get worse. If anything, maybe he could even escape his family and all the mercurial love/hate that most of the wizarding world seemed to have for him.
Not wanting to potentially change his mind Harry chose quickly. And yet something told him it was the correct thing to do. “Do it put me under”
The last thing Harry heard was
“Send a message to Rheyo Aracle of clan Deveraine we need his services regarding a deeply abused dragel minor in need of assistance and healing.”
Black was all Harry knew from then on. For once sleep came without dreams, without nightmares, just peaceful calm blackness.
In the real world, however, the goblin went through all their files of creature-hybrid employees. Finding one that would work for now.
“Send a message to Master Healer Tashe Kamala. Tell her it is a code Pink. Also, tell her that the wards have been lifted so she may directly port into the healing sects”
Without delay, the goblin picks up the child. Truly 13 years old and he weighs as much as his 6-year-old girl. Stupid humans, he couldn’t help but scowl internally.
Reaching the Healing Sectors in no time the goblin lays the child down on a bed.
Already he can see both dragels he had sent messages to were here. That is the thing he likes about Dragels, they always care so deeply and intimately. The goblin had little doubt hearing that a child, let alone a dragel child would have had them dropping whatever they were doing on Earth's realm. (at least in Aracle's case. Tashe was one of our healers on the ships that Gringrotts ran)
Aracle was a broad and tall man. Bushy Eyebrows and a skin tone so pale you could easily see his veins.Tashe on the other hand. Had the olive skin of someone who worked in the sun constantly but Hair the colour of silver. Combined with her bright Orange eyes gave her a delicate exotic look. Fitting of an Air dragel with an affinity for Earth whilst her family were all reportedly a majority fire-earth Circle.
Aracle spoke “What are we required to do? How long and how much.” Much like Harry he had dealt with goblins in the past and knew how they operated. Tashe merely nodded her head already pulling her equipment out to heal the child they stood in front of. Wasting no time, no energy, just pure efficiency
“However long it takes to heal the child. He is in an induced coma to spare him the pain of being healed. He has several seals and binds. I will remove the binds now as they are fairly simple, if harmful for being left on so long. One's to block 75% of his magic. Not uncommon amongst wizards to put on toddlers who are magically powerful such as his records place it. Placed by his mother Lilium Evanson known as Lily Evans/Potter on Earth. Some minor glamour blocks/hooks were also placed by his family and his magic subconsciously as he aged. Why his magic placed glamours and tied them so deep into his core, I can't tell you. It should be noted he has, the family gift of the Black family being Metamorphus which would explain the glamour blocks his family placed on him as an infant”
Nothing that would explain the presence of two dragels yet the goblin wasn't done
“The main issue is the multitude of seals on him. He bears a 3-way seal of Prophetic, soul, and death, as well as one blocking his creature inheritance which is already showing cracks. And finally 3 family seals: identified as Peverell, Evanson, and Lystigstron. Payment will not be needed for Healing and time warping. The child's healing costs will be null and void”
Aracle simply looked towards Tashe, who merely nodded and stepped towards the child.
Aracle merely spoke, “Price accepted leave us”
Already his magic was filling the small room Gold and bronze swirling in the air sinking into the stones and the air. Time already slowing down, a benefit of having the nameless talent he had. No need for elaborate rituals or sacrifices this was something his magic knew how to do instinctively. Aracle was merely the guide and conductor.
With little fanfare he let Tashe know the time delay was now in effect. He had slowed it down as much as he could, stretching one day within the room to 1 hour outside of it. Beyond that, his magic would be on call, if she needed boosting.
Tashe merely nodded before pulling stones and herb wraps out of her bag. Placing them around Harry she spoke in a solemn tone
“Delkhiigees bi ööriin elyemyentiin id shidiig duuddag. Nadad khüchee ögch, ene gem zemgüi khüükhdiig öört ni uchruulsan khor khönööliig ni tseverle.
Tenger gazar agaar bidend tusaldag”
As she spoke. The stones crumbled the herbs burnt and blood fell from her ears and eyes. With the blood, she then wrote in runes around the boy. Upon finishing the chant, for what else could it be, the runes lit. Above the boy, Aracle could see sigils representing the seals appear, almost as if fighting her healing of the child and removal of the seals. But it was no use. Here deep within the halls of Gringotts, deep within the earth to which Tashe was connected by affinity and magic. They stood no chance.
The first to go was the inheritance seal. Crumbling under the might of Tashe’s magic. And then the soul seal. Without the anchor, the Prophetic and death seal also broke. For the death seal and prophet seal were not linked to the child…No, they were linked to the second soul hidden by the Soul seal.
The backlash from this however was…severe. The impact, for Tashe, had been miscalculated. Never would one think the seals were not attached to the child. Nor that the magic she invoked to heal the boy would be unneeded due to his inheritance emerging the moment the seal broke. Rare it was for one so young to inherit especially outside of imminent danger.
Tashe promptly passed out blood pouring out of her eyes, ears, and mouth still. All magic has a cost and Tashe had severely messed up. Invoking magic she was not ready to handle on her own without any sort of binder or backup. And then to not need the magic. Rather than let it tear through the child or race out of the room she took it inwards.
Her magic absorbs and lets the ritual use her own body as a sacrifice for the ritual's power. This turns into internal air magic which then takes more or less a blood price. Small invisible wisps of air magic turned into sharp wire-like streams throughout her orifices and over her body. There was always a price to pay. Tashe knew this. She would rather it mean her potential death over, a boy barely within his first decade of life and a Rheyo of a prominent Air clan dying.
Aracle on seeing and sensing the magic quickly cancels the room time diversion, before screaming for a healer to ironically come help the healer. Within seconds they arrived and quickly put Tashe into a form of stasis unique to the Goblin Horde. Crystal shot up around her from the ground, quickly absorbing the vicious magic currently circling through and around her, allowing it to be sucked into the stone and filtered through the earth. Easing and stopping any further damage.
“We will put her in a room. She will be fine once the magic has run its course. Once it's done we can heal her. No permanent harm will come to Tashe, Rheyo Aracle”
Nodding Aracle can’t help but look down at the child they had come to help. Gone was the unhealthily pale skin with bruises and injuries. No longer did he have dark shadows beneath his eyes. So many changes had happened.
The boy now had skin so pale it was similar to Aracle’s own. Pale near see-through with veins easily showing. Not surprising given he was a son of a Peverell. What was surprising was the deep blue hair resting atop his head and curling gently down his face. That was neither a Peverell nor an Evanson trait. So Aracle figured it must come from his third’s family, The Lystigstron Clan.
Perhaps he is a descendent of a lost merrow. Aside from that, he seemed to be a perfect mix of all the clans’ features. Pale smooth skin of a Peverell, the elegant dainty face of an Evanson with their signature Almond-shaped eyes, and the hair of his Third. Which upon a closer look wasn’t just deep blue, but also contained sea green and bright teals blending in with the blue almost like a mirage. Aracle imagines it will look stunning when the child is awake and better groomed. As an Air Rheyo Aracle could be quite happy at these things.
Whoever said Air Dragels were not vain creatures must have been drunk or on some very strong medication. Now all that there was to wait for was for him to wake up and start to sort out his new life…And it would be new. Aracle growled, that child would NEVER return to where he had come from. Even if it meant he had to abduct the child and feed into the foolish wizard's imagery of evil dragon hybrids stealing their child. If he had to become the very thing they feared simply to assist one of his kind, then so be it.