Chapter 11
It's Up to Me
Chapter 11
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"Who are you?" Ignotus asked. This boy is not normal.
"I am Lord Harrison James Potter-Black-Gryffindor. Regent Slytherin."
There was a thin drip of silence before hell broke loose.
"What..?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Ah.. you look like James.."
"A Potter and a Black."
"Why am I here if you are not a Peverell?"
Harry sighed. They are so noisy.
"You know... I'm the kid here. But you guys are the ones who act like children," Harry said with a dry tone and rolled his eyes.
Another shouting match broke out until Ignotus had enough.
"Be silent. I don't care who you are. Act like the Lord you once were," fed up with the other lords, Ignotus shouted, and all fell silent as he took a deep breath.
"Now... Lord Potter, I want to know why we are here," he nodded quickly to Harry.
"Thank you, Lord Peverell. You are here to teach me Family Magic."
"You have five Family Magic..?" Charles gasped.
"Yes… But you need to know lots of things before that.."
"Oh… Is that so… Well then young Lord, you better start now," Salazar narrowed his eyes.
"First of all, let me introduce you to others," Harry came forward, took Salazar Slytherin's portrait in his hand, and showed him to the others.
"This is Lord Salazar Slytherin. One of the founders of Hogwarts. Grandmaster of healing and Potion."
"Well met," Salazar bowed.
"Sal..." Godric waved his hand, grinning.
"Godric.." A tiny smile drew on his face.
"Well met, Lord Slytherin," Ignotus bowed back. He couldn't believe his eyes. One of the best healer's portraits in front of him.
"Greetings, My Lord," Charles and Arcturus said at the same time while bowing.
Harry introduced the rest of them to others. With a straight mouth, Harry sat down to explain.
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"My heir? Are you sure...?" Salazar's expression turned sour.
"Everyone believes him to be..."
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"What kind of name is Voldemort...?"
"A funny one for sure.."
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"They left you on a doorstep...? At night..? How dare he.. The Last Potter..." Charles roared.
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"Filthy Animals..."
"How dare they treat my family like that..?"
"You Should Kill them...."
"No Godric.. They should pay for what they have done before they die.."
"Yes, I agree..." Ignotus smirked.
"We will help you, Harrison... Blacks have wonderful spells."
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"They sent Hagrid..?"
"Who is Hagrid..?"
"So... No education about the Wizarding world? No muggleborn packages?"
"Dumbledore... That Bastard..."
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"Good job Harrison... Every Potter has a gift for flying.."
"Don't I know it," Arcturus muttered.
"Shush... You still hate that accident."
"Of course, I hate it, you idiot."
"Not now.. Both of you," others sighed, knowing if they start, it will never end.
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"A caburs...? In my School?" Godric Shouted.
"How big is that thing..?"
"Size of a room..." Harry rubbed his eyes. Non-stop bickering and telling his Story made him tired.
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"A dragon..?"
"Is he crazy...?"
"...With full of school children.."
"#%@$@$#$@@#$&@*$%@%@"
"Language.." Ignotus muttered.
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“Mirror of Erised… What is it doing in Hogwarts..?” Salazar asked.
“You know about it?” Harry’s eyes widened. He didn’t know that the mirror was thousands of years old.
“Yes.. Lots of people died back then..”
“Their minds were weak.”
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“You were sent to the Forbidden forest at night for detention..?” Charles' eyes narrowed, his voice turned into a deep, dangerous one.
“Charles..”
“What the hell is wrong with Dumbledore, Arcturus?”
“I don’t know.. But we will find out.”
“Dad said not to trust him and also said, while Dumbledore is not evil, he is not good either.”
“When..?”
“At the lord selection room,” Charles nodded.
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“Your professor was possessed by Voldemort?”
“And you faced him alone..?”
"...turned into ashes..?"
“It’s not Love… It can achieve many things. But that's something else entirely.”
“So you were sent to your relatives again..?”
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“SALAZAR SLYTHERIN..! You fucking moron… You left a Basilisk inside a school.. Near 70 feet……………………”
“It’s for school protection,” Salazar muttered. Godric snorted. ‘This is fun..’
“Shut up Charles. You can’t just shout at Lord Slytherin,” Arcturus said, ending Charles rant. They both glared at each other.
“They are so dramatic..” Ignotus commented.
“Agree..” Harry mumbled, thinking why did he even think this was a good idea.
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“You had a what in your head…?” Charles shouted while his hands began to shake.
“Oh Merlin… A Horcrux..”
“No wonder he is insane then..” Ignotus crinkled his nose.
"#$@#$@@#$&@*$%@%@"
“Beg your pardon..? What is a Horcrux..?” Godric and Salazar frowned, not liking the reactions one bit.
“A piece of soul.”
“What..? ^%#$^(&)*” Salazar cursed.
“Harrison… Harry… are you alright? I hope it does nothing to harm you..?”
“Did you find a way to remove it..? Blacks' library is huge.”
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“Guys.. Guys.. I’m Fine..”
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Harry sat down on the floor, putting the leather-bound tome in front of him. Using his wandless magic, Harry slit open his finger and dropped a few droplets of blood onto the grimoire. It opened with a white glow.
“It recognized you as Lord Potter,” Harry eyed the elderly wizard, who smiled softly at him.
“I hope you're able to read the entire book,” Charles said.
“You didn’t..?” Harry’s eyebrow raised.
“Knowledge of our entire bloodline is there, Harrison,” Charles shakes his head. Amusement bleeds through his eyes.
“Well… I do have lots of time.”
said Harry and went to the sofa as he began to read the Potter grimoire. Potter crest and motto drawn into the first page. It was beautifully done.
“Harrison…”
“Yes..?” Harry glanced at Charles, tearing his eyes away from the page.
“Don’t be surprised by the many secrets the grimoire holds.”
“Why..? What’s wrong with them..?”
“You will have to find out on your own my dear Grand nephew,” Charles grinned.
“Fine..” Harry grunted as he glared at Charles.
Charles sighed, knowing he needs to explain some basic information about Potters a little. Harrison can find other things from the Grimoire.
“Potters are Power Mages. We were known to be unique and powerful magic. Some magic can’t do without the physical strength. While I encourage you to use Potter rituals, don’t try anything without my presence,” Charles' voice turned stern in the end.
“I understand, Grandpa Charles,” he nodded.
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With the old pages of the Potter Grimoire illuminated by the gentle glow of the room, Harry sat cross-legged on his sofa. His brow furrowed in concentration as he traced his finger along the complex images. As Harry lost himself in the book's world of stories and spells the faint scent of parchment filled the air, blending with the roaring fire on the hearth.
When Harry Potter stumbled upon a story after reading so many rituals, his eyes grew wide with excitement. The tale unfolded before him, sending him back to the 1700s, where Isabella Potter, Harry's distant ancestor, set out on a dangerous journey deep into the Amazon rainforest. Isabella, a skilled witch for ancient magic with a passion for adventure, had heard rumours about a lost city buried amidst the lush jungle.
Isabella packed up her belongings and said goodbye to her family anf went on the quest. Her determination was evident on her face.
Harry stared at the beautiful face of Isabella Potter. She dressed different than other purebloods. I already like her before I know her story.
Isabella moved on, led by the sound of rustling leaves and wind whispers, through the dense canopy of the rainforest, which loomed overhead, creating dappled shadows on the forest floor.
Weeks passed while Isabella travelled across dangerous territory, facing off against vicious creatures and overcoming huge difficulties. To stay alive, she relied on her sharp sense and her magic, casting protection spells and charms at every turn.
Travelling further into the heart of the jungle, Isabella discovered a secret glade shining in dreamy moonlight, where a single flower bloomed amidst a maze of vines. A soft glow that brightened the surrounding darkness was released from its petals as they shimmered with a spiritual sparkling.
Isabella, intrigued by the flower's mysterious beauty, approached warily, her senses tingling with anticipation. She removed the flower from its vine with shaky hands, admiring its sharp beauty and strong magical aura. She had a feeling that this flower had some mysterious power, the kind of power that might change the whole path of human history.
With an urgency gnawing at her heart, Isabella knew she could not leave such an artifact unprotected. Drawing upon knowledge passed down through generations of Potter witches and wizards, she performed a complex ritual to imbue the flower with a protective enchantment, ensuring its secrecy and safeguarding its power.
With the flower safely hidden within the depths of her charmed satchel, Isabella continued her quest. Though her journey was fraught with peril, Isabella remained undaunted, driven by a sense of purpose that burned like a flame within her soul.
after reading the story Harry had a wave of pride and respect for his ancestor. He couldn't wait to read about the lost city more.
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A grim tale of power twisted and brains shattered by the sneaky effect of the Potter Mind Amulet was hidden among the old pages of the Potter Grimoire. Harry's eyes narrowed as he dug deeper into story that was being revealed to him, and his fingers trembled a little as he traced the complex symbol that graced the yellowed parchment.
"Who the hell create this?" Harry mumbled.
The Potter Mind Amulet was a powerful artefact that the Potter family owned centuries ago. Made by the best sorcerers of their day, the amulet was supposed to serve as a shield for the Potters against their enemies during difficult times, but as the tale went on, it was much more evil than the makers had ever dreamed.
The Potter Mind Amulet was used brutally effective in the past, unleashing on foolish enemies with fatal consequences. The magic of the amulet quickly captivated the minds of those who ventured to oppose the Potters, twisting and warping their thoughts until they were little more than empty shells, shattering their wills and erasing their mind in the process.
However, the real terror of the amulet was not its capacity to wipe out people's mind, but rather the toll it took on its wearers. Because every time the terrible powers of the amulet were used, a portion of the wielder's own mind was offered as a sacrifice. consumed by the cursed artifact's insatiable hunger.
The Potter family witnessed firsthand the terrible consequences of the amulet's curse as the years went by, helplessly watching as their loved ones fell into madness and misery. Despite numerous attempts to destroy the cursed artefact, its black magic proved impervious, resisting every attempt to loosen its grip on the Potter lineage.
The Potter Amulet was passed down through the generations of the Potter family and has remained a closely-guarded secret over generations. It was kept out of sight, its secrets known only to a small number of family members.
Harry experienced a wave of unease as he read more about the amulet's history. The notion of such power falling into the wrong hands filled him with fear, knowing the havoc it might cause.
Harry recognised the risk it posed, though, despite the attraction of its power. As he closed the Potter Grimoire, he promised to protect the Potter mind Amulet, keeping its power out of the hands of anyone who might want to abuse it. He'd best figure out how to destroy it too. Maybe basilisk venom can. After all it destroy a horcrux.
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In the Room of Requirement, basking in the warm glow of the fireplace, Harry Potter found himself deep in discussion with the portrait of Charles Potter.
"History is bloody, Harrison," Charles Potter said, his voice booming with the echo of the past.
"We do what we have to do to protect our loved ones."
With a grim nod, Harry observed the portrait, taking in the seriousness of Charles's words. Harry was all too aware of the sacrifices made in the name of keeping the loved ones safe.
"But the Potter Mind Amulet," Harry said, his tone laced with anxiety. "Is it worth the cost? The lives and minds were destroyed..."
A little spark of grief appeared in Charles's eyes as his demeanour softened. "You will find far worse things in the grimoire, Harrison," he said, his voice filled with sadness.
"The world is not black and white. There are shades of gray that blur the lines between right and wrong."
Harry regarded what Charles had said, his brow furrowing in thought. As Charles pointed out, the world was considerably more complicated than he had ever realised.
"I hope you understand this," Charles continued, his voice gentle yet firm. "There will come a time when you must make difficult choices, Harrison. Choices that will test your morals, your principles, and your very soul. But remember, it is not the decisions we make that define us, but the reasons behind them."
Harry nodded slowly.
Harry and Charles conversed late into the night as the flames danced and flickered in the dimly lighted chamber, their words echoing through the room of time as they wrestled with the difficulties of morality, responsibility, and sacrifice. Even still, the solutions remained hard.
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"So what do you need to talk about Harrison?" Charles asked, eyeing his brother's grandson with curiously.
"Well, Goblins wants me to become the king of viola."
"King of what?" Arcturus asked. His left eye twitched a little.
"You are still young to be the king." Godric shrugged.
"True. Still they want me to. Not only that. They told me to learn from you, after all you're a royal. And you are the one who build the kingdom."
"Harrison, please elaborate." Charles rubbed his eyes, fed up with not knowing what are they talking about.
"I am Lord Griffindor granpa Charles. So one of my properties is kingdom of viola. I am to be the king. But there is so much we have to do before that. I have to learn customs, create laws, buildings and so many more." An exasperated sigh left from his lips.
Salazar said, "Do not worry so much young Harrison. We have time to prepare you." Harry nodded.
"Why did we never hear about viola?" Charles asked. He couldn't belive his ears. His grand nephew is going to be a king.
"That because I am the 3rd lord Griffindor."
"That explain it." Arcturus muttered.
"A magical kingdom.." Ignotus mumbled with a small smile.
"Yes, there will be no muggles. I like it that way. We do not have to fear using magic." Harry hummed. "I have to build towns, houses, manors and shops. We are going there. I mean I am going to viola with goblins and newt scamander."
"Good idea." Charles said.
"Anyway I have read many things. And I learned that wizards hated for many creatures."
"Your point Harrison?" Arcturus asked.
"Are you all hate creatures too?"
"While I don't like some of creatures, I do not hate them. They are magical and they are needed in the wizarding world." Arcturus said.
"Agree." Charles nodded.
"My mate was a creature." Salazar commented.
"Same." Godric smiled. Remembering his mate soft face.
"Never hated any creatures." Ignotus said with a pursed lips. "Sometimes wizards and witches are stupid."
"Anyway do we have any buildings in viola Godric?" Harry asked, fixing his gaze at Godric Griffindor's painted face.
"Yes, Griffindor castle."
"Ah.. How big is the castle?" Harry hummed.
"Two times bigger than hogwarts."
Everyone Gasps at the Statement expect Godric and salazr.
"Why would you need a... You know what, never mind. Let's talk about Hogwarts."
"Why Hogwarts?" Arcturus asked while tilting his head.
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