So I'm Part.... Dragon??

Finally. Saturday. The three days of school had seemed to drag on forever to Harry. He could feel his bones dragging and felt like he was getting a bit of a fever. Nothing to worry about, he felt fine, just a little rise in temperature. Also, somehow, the exhaustion had caused his appetite to go up as well. Not that that was inherently a bad thing, nor had it happened before but still, and Hermione seemed extremely pleased when she gave him mostly full plates of food. Though, oddly enough, only fruits seemed very appealing at the moment...

Harry groaned as he dragged himself out of his bed Saturday morning, though it was probably closer to noon at this point. He had spent several hours just laying on his bed. He was honestly very surprised Hermione hadn't come barging in to drag him to breakfast, of which he was very grateful. Besides, he had things to do today. Such as, telling McGonagall about his creature inheritance... And truly, as much as the thought had scared him previously, he couldn't help but look forward to it now. He was excited to share this part of him with someone, and even the tiny voice in his head, his instincts, a natural part of him now too, seemed to agree. They were even pushing him to do it, which was odd with how much they seemed to be against telling literally anyone else.

He almost fell on his way to the bathroom. Looking down to see what he tripped on, he noticed it shimmer. Ah, yes, he thought as he picked it up, he realized what it was now. A dragon shaped statue, that seemed to have been made out of green crystal. Also seeming to have cost a small fortune, so what it was doing on the ground he could not remember.

He walked the few steps to put it with the other two odd gifts he had gotten over the past two days. One, an orb, with a magenta flower he didn't recognize, and the other a purple marble with what looked like vines decorating the small orb. He didn't really know why he had kept these three trinkets and not any of the others that came daily. Not that he had a way to return them either, as there had been no notes with any of them, and it's not like he could throw such expensive gifts away either. Besides, they were quite pretty... And shiny... Hmm. Maybe the No-majes were right about dragons and treasure...

Shaking the thought off, he returned to his task of getting ready for the day. Quickly brushing his teeth and throwing on some comfortable clothes, a dark green sweater and black leggings, he was out the door in just a few minutes. Harry quickly considered the idea of going straight to McGonagall's office, but threw away the idea after the thought of Hermione finding out he hadn't eaten crossed his mind. No thank you. With a shudder he turned and headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Maybe an apple and some grapes...

His friends weren't there when he arrived, so he quickly grabbed a few fruits to devour, eating them quickly. When done, he debated briefly about grabbing a few more, but decided against it. He was pleasantly full, so he stood up and left the table. Harry was out the door not even 20 minutes after entering.

Now, onto the more difficult matters of the day. First, how was he even supposed to begin explaining this to McGonagall? It wasn't like he could burst in and just be like 'Hey so over the summer I somehow grew wings and scales and now have instincts that speak to me in my head telling me not to tell anyone.' Yeah, no thanks.

Harry took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. What happens happens, and he'll just have to see how it goes. It didn't take long to get to McGonagall's headquarters, she didn't use Dumble's room, instead Lady Hogwarts had made a room on the second floor, near the stairway. Also, everybody actually knew where it was and how to get in if the needed now as well.

Harry took a deep breath to steady himself as he stood in front of the door. A moment later he was knocking on the door. Almost immediately there was a reply of "Come in!" From behind the door. Well, better now than never, right?

So Harry opened the door and step through, gently closing it behind him. McGonagall had her back turned, so he took a moment to look around. The room was fairly big, a desk in the middle with cabinets and doors lining every wall. There were little knick knacks scattered around on top of them, mostly of cats he realized.

Soon his gaze was redirected back to McGonagall as she turned around. She gasped as she caught sight of him. "Oh! Mr. Potter, how very nice to see you. Please sit, do you fancy some tea or a biscuit?" As she spoke, she gestured to the chair across from her at the desk. Harry nodded and tried to smile.

"Yes, some tea and biscuits sound wonderful, thank you. And please, I've told you several times just to call me Harry." He rolled his eyes as he spoke the last part, bringing himself around to sit in the plush chair. McGonagall nodded, conjuring up a plate and two cups of tea.

They both sat silently for a few minutes, just sipping their tea. "So Mr. Potter. What can I do for you today? I trust your studies are going alright?"

Harry nodded at the question, looking down at his lap, where his hands both rested, curled into fists. Now regretting his decision to come, he took a few moments to steel himself. Looking up, he met McGonagall's steady gaze and breathed out. "Well, remember how you said to come to you if we... If we had-" Harry cut himself off, choking on the words.

His eyes closed as he took a few seconds to breathe. When his eyes opened again, McGonagall was still looking at him, an open look on her face, but with confusion and worry in her eyes. She didn't try to get him to keep talking either, which he appreciated. Harry nodded to himself. He was going to do this.

"Remember how you told us to come to you if we had or suspected we were going to have, a Magical Creature Inheritance?" McGonagall's eyes sharpened and she leaned forwards a bit. "Well, over the summer, something happened... And I believe I might have come into one."

The office was silent for a few minutes after his confession, each second feeling like torture as he waited for McGonagall's reply. Her eyes were furrowed, as his she was thinking somethings over. Finally she sighed and put her glass down. "On your birthday, I presume? Do you know what kind of creature you are?" She smiled warmly at him, and Harry could feel himself relax a bit.

He nodded. "Yes. Well it began on my birthday, and I do know the type of creature, though I'm not sure you would... There are practically no books on it, and the ones that are around, say we went extinct centuries ago." McGonagall blinked and pursed her lips.

"I see. Would you mind telling me what you are? I'm afraid I won't be of any help unless I know, even if there is a chance I've never heard of it."

Harry nodded again and opened his mouth before stopping. Why not just show her? It would be easier than trying to describe it. So that's what he did. He let the shift take over, and in an instance he felt the added weight of wings and tail on his back.

McGonagall dropped her cup in shock, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. Her hand crossed over he chest, laying on her heart. "Well I never!" She continued staring for a few seconds before shaking her head and smiling softly as she stood. "Well, Mr. Potter, I can tell you that I have heard of your kind before. Though, I admit I don't know much, as all information on them- you, is rare and probably not entirely truthful." McGonagall stopped a few feet away from Harry, which was appreciated. He didn't entirely like the idea of her getting any closer right now, though the reason was unknown to him.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't entirely sure what he would have said if he had to explain what he was. Hell, he didn't even know himself. With a quick breathe, he reeled the transformation back in, leaving him looking mostly human. He gave a shaky smile to McGonagall, and moved back to his seat. On the other, the Headmistress did the same.

"Well Harry. May I ask a few questions?" At his nod she continued. "When exactly did this occur? I know most creature inheritances happen on or shortly after the 16th birthday. And it usually causes a great deal of stress to the body, enough so that powerful creatures can pass out for a period of time..." Here she trailed off, looking at him expectantly.

"I'm guessing it happened the day of my birthday. I remember going to bed the night before, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up two weeks later, confused and in a bit of pain..." McGonagall's eyebrows had rose. Uh oh.

"Two weeks Mr. Potter? You must be quite powerful indeed. The longest I've ever heard of had been 9 days." Harry's mouth opened in shock. He was supposedly powerful enough that it had caused exhaustion so intense he slept for two weeks?!!

"I do wonder where you get it from. From my knowledge, neither James nor Lily were magical creatures. Hmm." She looked down at her desk, brows furrowed and lips pursed. Suddenly she looked up, straight into Harry's eyes. "Say Mr. Potter. What do you say to going and checking this out. Besides, I assume that you probably don't know much more about yourself than I do. The goblins might be able to help. Your Gringotts account manager should be able to access family records. I also want to check a few things with your vaults, as I am fairly sure Albus messed things up there as well."

Harry's mind was buzzing,and all he wanted was a nap at this point. So he shrugged and stood with a smile. "Well, I don't have anything else to do today." McGonagall also stood with a smile, before walking over to the fireplace, reaching for the jar of Floo powder on the mantle. 

"Right then. We must be on our way. This might take a few minutes, and I'd like to be home before dinner." 

Well that was... Not very reassuring in the least to be honest. But nevertheless, he joined McGonagall at the fireplace, taking some of the powder when she held it out.

They came out of one of the three fireplaces inside of Gringotts, McGonagall like she was just taking another step, Harry as if someone shoved him through. On either side of them was a goblin, and looking around, Harry could see that the same could be said about the other two as well. After taking a moment to center himself, Harry turned and bowed to both goblins, and could see McGonagall doing the same at his side. 

"Hello Master Goblin, and thank you for allowing us to pass onto the land. Is there someone who could help us? Preferably the Potter account manager?" Both goblins looked them over through narrowed eyes,  but after a few minutes there was a nod, and the left one walked off. Presumably to get another goblin. The one on the right waved them towards the wall so that they would be out of the way. There they waited, neither filling the silence.

It only took a few minutes for the one goblin to return, this time accompanied by another. He was dressed more finely, in a tailored suit. Both goblins stopped in front of them, then with a nod, the goblin that greeted them left.

"Hello Mr. Potter and Ms. McGonagall I am Razertooth. What can we do for you today?" His voice was like gravel, mildly hurting Harry's ears, but not enough he couldn't ignore it. As he spoke, Razertooth led them towards a door behind all of the desks. Curiously, Harry noticed that the door had no handle. The goblin simply smirked at him before placing a hand on the wall next to it. Suddenly, as if by magic, the door swung open. 

"Come, this way. It would be best to take this conversation to a different room." With that, Razertooth disappeared through the doorway, with McGonagall right after him. Harry looked around the lobby for a moment before hesitantly stepping through.

The door only led to a dimly lit hallway, though it was a comfortable temperature at least. Harry quickened his steps, catching up to the other two quickly. They walked in silence for a few minutes, untill they got to a big wooden door. It looked inconspicuous enough, dark wood, golden handle, and round top. Once again, Razertooth placed his hand next to the door, and pulled it open.

Inside was a room with rock walls, a few bookshelves, a fire place, desk, and five chairs (One behind the desk and the others next to it). Razertooth sat down and waved towards the others in an indication to sit. Once sat, he snapped and a teapot along with three cups appeared.

"Tea?" Harry couldn't help the glance he gave to McGonagall, only to see that she already had a cup. Hesitantly he nodded. Razertooth gave what Harry could only guess was his version of a smile. 

"So what can I help you with today?" This time, when Harry looked at her, McGonagall was already looking at him. McGonagall stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"What we are about to say needs to be kept absolute secret. I know that you Goblins are very good at your job and don't think anything would have been said anyway, but just to be sure." Razertooth looked at then curiously before nodding.

"Of course. We here at Gringotts pride ourselves on our jobs. I assure you, nothing will leave this room." He grinned, which really should not have been as creepy as it was. Harry nodded. The voice in his head was still screaming though not as much as it did at the idea of telling a Wizen. Which made sense honestly.

"Well, I would like a heritance test done on Mr. Potter here. He has come into a creature inheritance, and we would like to know where it came from." Razertooth, on his part, didn't look surprised at all. He just nodded at walked to one of the cabinets, opened a drawer, took out a piece of paper, and walked back over.

"Here, Mr. Potter." He said as he opened a drawer in the desk. When he came back up, there was a knife in his hand, which he set on top of the paper. "Prick your finger with this knife, then hold your hand a top the paper. Only five drops needed." Harry nodded and quickley did as told, watching in fascination as the paper soaked up the blood, then how his wound closed without a scar. Razertooth nodded.

"Should only be a minute or two." And so they waited. Harry stared at the wall opposite of himself. He was honestly quite worried about what they would find. Not that it would be too bad, right?

Harry jolted when a throat cleared, snapping him back into reality. "Ah yes, it is done." Razertooth slid the paper over to them, where it stayed between us. Harry stared at it, not entirely wanting to read it. He turned to look at McGonagall, who only smiled at him.

"I am not going to open it before you Harry, it would not be right of me. Besides, even if I wanted to, I could not. Nobody except the person whose lineage it is and the goblins can read it without permission." Harry nodded. Well, here goes nothing I guess.

He reached for it and quickly brought it towards him, taking a deep breathe before reading it.

Harrison James Potter

Mother: Lily Lynn Potter nee Evans (deceased)

Father: James Fleamont Potter (deceased)

Godparent(s): Sirius Orion Black (deceased), Narcissa Irma Malfoy nee Black

Magical Core: Grey; Color: (here there was a square of color, something close to a dark teal)

Abilities: Parselmouth, Necromancy, Telepathy, mild Metamorphmagy, Fire Breath, Hydroportation, Aquatic Respiration 

Magical Creature: Dragonborn (submissive).

Creature Inheritance: Paternal

Properties Inherited: Potter, Peverell, Emrys, Black Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hogwarts, Pendragon 

Lordships Available: Potter, Emrys, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Black, Peverell, Pendragon 

Harry blinked, not really believing what he was reading. He had not been aware that he had another godparent, Mrs. Malfoy no less. Nor had he known that he had  Lordships to inherit. Hell, he hadn't even known his own name.

Silently he gave the piece of paper to McGonagall, still staring at the table. The woman took it softly, not making a noise until she let out a tiny gasp at the end. Harry looked up at the woman, not really wanting to see what was on her face, but not able to stand not knowing either.

Her face only held shock, and maybe a bit of awe as well. She took a second to rein in her expression before clearing her throat and gently setting the paper on the table.

"Master Razertooth, could you explain the things on this paper a bit please. I'm curious about some of it." Her voice was a forced casual to anyone who knew her, but any who didn't would think that she was just talking about the weather.

Razertooth grinned. "Certainly ma'am. At the top is obviously his name, and under that of his biological mother and father. If he had been blood adopted, their name would appear under that. For now, as he is not, the names of his god parents are listed. Next is the type of magical core he has. As most know, there are three types, white, grey, and black. Now, unlike what most people believe, this does not reference the "evilness" of the type of magic, as there is no such thing as evil magic, but rather the intent each castor has on for their magic. Take white for example, people with a white core want only the purist of things with their magic, like helping others. Black cores are for those with evil intent, those who want to kill or harm. Grey is for those in-between, the ones who don't necessarily want to help all the time, but don't want to cause harm either. " He paused for a minute, letting what he said sink in, probably knowing that the Wizens here in Britain were taught about white and black magic.

"Each person's magic has a color that often goes unseen, but is there. If you take the magical core out of someone, that is what color it would be. White, grey, and black are the type, and each person has a different color. No two are the same. It seems as if Mr. Potter's is a type of deep teal. Abilities are what some Wizens have outside of magic. Parselmouth, Metamorphmagy, Hydroportation, and Aquatic Respiration are all inherited from family, while the other two tend to pop up occasionally. Not a lot of people have any abilities, and know one knows what exactly are the deciding factors for those that do. Now, the Magical Creature Inheritance is what you came in here for, so I'm assuming you already knew what breed you were, though I'm not sure where you would have heard of it. Most mentions of Dragonborns were wiped out. Submissive is a subgender that most magical creatures tend to have. It doesn't affect anything, except your ability to get pregnant and some instincts. And even then, most Wizen males can get pregnant anyway." Harry blinked. What. Why had he never been told that. Oh God, he was glad that he had never had sex before.

"The creature inheritance seems to come from your father's side, and there is another test that we can do in a minute if you want to find out where exactly it came from." Harry was nodding before he could think about it, but didn't worry much about it. He wanted to know. Razertooth nodded. "Now, usually the properties inherited ties into Lordships as well, though not always. The Potter and Black are easy enough to figure out. Your parents left their fortune to you, and your Godfather must have been the only Black either alive or not married into another family. The only way family inheritance would go to someone that was disowned is if they were the only choice and the magic didn't want to die. He must of left it to you in his will. The Peverell is also easy enough, as it has longe been said that the Potters were descended from the youngest brother. You, again, must be the last of the descendants from any brother left. The other four are harder to guess at, though all of them tie together. Emrys, or better known as Merlin, was also the mother of Slytherin. After the death of King Arthur Pendragon, his soulmate and father of his child, he realized he was pregnant. Emrys raised Slytherin to know his magic, and he eventually helped three others to build Hogwarts. Emrys eventually died,though it is rumored that he and his husband will come back in the time of the world's greatest need. Gryffindor and Slytherin were also soulmates, and apparently had a child. I'm guessing that all leads to you here now. And, once again, apparently the last of the four head founders lines that Hogwarts deems worthy. You automatically gain access to all vaults, properties, and whatever else the families left, though the Lordship rings will have to decide themselves if they deem you worthy of the position. Don't worry, it's painless, you merely try on the rings and if they deem you worthy, they stay, if not, the go back to their boxes."

Harry and McGonagall could only sit and stare at him after the rush of information. Harry didn't entirely know what to address first. The fact that soulmates existed? That he was apparently descended from four very important and well known historical figures that are practically considered myths at this point? Or how about that he was now in complete charge of Hogwarts herself? Or maybe even that there were entire vaults, properties, and who knows what else that he didn't know of!?! 

Razertooth let them have a few minutes before standing up once more. "How about that other test now while we're at it?" Harry could only nod, not really feeling like speaking, sure his voice would come out strangled with all the emotions he's feeling. The goblin was back soon with another piece of paper and telling Harry to repeat the earlier process. This time, Harry watched as the ink spread across the paper, stretching from his name, to his parent's, then his parent's parent's, on and on, the page growing to accommodate the names, til it was dated back several centuries.

Then, more words were being added underneath some names, mainly on his father's side, but a few far back on his mother's side had some as well. By the time it was all done, there was more ink than paper visible. They all studied the parchment in silence, looking at all the long forgotten secrets laid out in front of them before Razertooth made a little noise of understanding. His finger moved to point at a name. 

"Ah, here it is. On your father's side, 11 generations back, an Acrab Black, was also a Dragonborn. You likely got it from him, though why it took 11 generations for the gene to pop out again I don't know. Though, the woman he married doesn't seem to have any magic at all. With magic creatures, if one parent is a creature, there is about a 50/50 chance the child is as well, of course, there are outliers, there always is with genetics. If both parents are, then there usually is a 100% chance the child is as well, though again, there are occasional outliers. So for you to be a magical creature is very confidential, or... " Here he trailed off, finger moving down the tree til it stopped. McGonagall made a soft 'oh' sound, but Harry could only stare. There, underneath his parents names, were a few different words.

James Fleamont Potter

Dragonborn

Metamorphmagus

Fire breath 

Lily Lynn Potter nee Evans

Neko/Selkie

Hydrokinetic

Sacred Earth Manipulation

They all blinked at it, having of glossed over the tiny words before, determined that the gene came from further back. Quite suddenly, McGonagall let out a quiet laugh. Harry turned to here in disbelief, eyebrow raised.

"I apologize, but I guess your mother wasn't as Muggleborn as we all believed. Though now, looking back on it, she did always have an affinity for water. I wonder why she never told anyone. And why her family didn't know about magic before she came to Hogwarts..." McGonagall looked back at the parchment. "Ah. That explains it. Her mother's parents were squibs, and her father was a muggle. Though that does explain where you're Hydroportation and Aquatic Respiration come from. They're both offsets of Hydrokinesis."

Harry could only nod, to many thoughts and emotions running through his head to speak. Did Remus or Sirius know that his parents were magical creatures? If they did, why didn't they tell him? And if they didn't, why didn't they?

McGonagall cleared her throat, breaking through the silence once again. "Thank you Master Goblin. Do you think that we could get the Lordship Inheritance process started? And maybe a complete health check on the both of us? I don't trust that Dumbledore never tried anything on us, potions or charms, and want to be sure." Harry turned back to her in surprise, opening his mouth to ask what she was talking about, before slowly closing it. It made sense, in a sick way. He had already known that Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard with a sick sense of right and wrong, was it really out of the question that he would try to use alternative methods to gain control?

Though just as quickly as the surprise went away, another feeling took it's place, a sense of almost overwhelming panic. McGonagall had said complete health check. Which means the abuse he suffered for 11 years and each summer would be brought into light. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. This could not be happening. Harry could feel his breath shortening and hands shaking, but couldn't bring himself to stop, trying to focus on not showing enough panic for McGonagall to notice. He had managed to hide it for 16 years. Next July he would have been old enough to buy a house in the Wizens world, and never have to even think of his so called 'relatives' again. Why did this have to be happening now?

Harry didn't notice the "Of course ma'am, I'll go grab the rings and send a medic as well." From Razertooth as he left. Nor did he see the worried glances that McGonagall was sending him. He was still trying to get his breathing under control, trying to slow his panic. He did, however, notice the box being placed down in front of him a few minutes later, and it was enough to jolt him out of his thoughts. His breathing was still accelerated, and his hands were still shaking, but the thud of the box had drawn him out of his thoughts.

He stared at the box for a second, studying it. It was a light brown, with intricate designs burned into it, and a gold latch. Harry looked up at Razertooth in confusion, who only grinned and opened it... To revel more boxes. There were eight, and each different from the last. A rich red velvet, shiny green satin, glowing blue, deep black wood, diluted gold metal, black and tan cotton, a green one that seemed to be made of both silk and wood, and a simple wood one with Hogwarts insignia on it. Oh. These must be the Lordship rings.

Harry looked back at Razertooth, who had taken the seven boxes out of the other one. He opened all of them. "Well Mr. Potter. Which first?" His grin was almost maniacal this time. He didn't let Harry answer before grabbing one. It was a simple gold band, with a square ruby that came out of the red velvet box. As soon as it was on his finger, it resized to fir him perfectly. Huh. He had expecting something more... Flashy he guesses.

The next was a silver snake coiled around a bright emerald from the green satin box. The same thing as before repeated itself, the ring automatically resizing to fit him. This continued to repeat itself, with the one from the blue one; shiny black metal on either side of what seemed to be a blue galaxy, the one from the black wooden one was thin black metal made into a rose, with a blue opal set in the middle. Next was the gold box, a gold dragon wrapped around a ruby. The black and tan box held a black metal ring with a strip of purple and bronze in the middle. A wooden ring with claws of silver metal around a green gem came out of the wood and silk box. 

Razertooth stopped before giving him the last one, and Harry took the time to examine the rings on his hands. He had expected it to feel odd, as he had tried on rings before and it was a little weird, but he didn't even feel them. It honestly was so odd to think that he was the Lord of seven family lines now... Not that there was anyone besides him left in them, of course, but he knew that the Potter and Black houses at least had chairs in the Wizengamot. And, according to Hermione, the Gryffindor, Slytherin, Pendragon, and Emrys should as well, though no one has claimed them in decades, maybe centuries.

"Well." Razertooth looked extremely pleased. "It seems as though they have all excepted you, congratulations Lord Gryffindor- Slytherin-Pendragon- Emrys- Black- Potter- Peverell." Harry wrinkled his nose and quickly shook his head.

"No no no. Please just call me Mr. Potter. Or better yet, just Harry." Razertooth nodded at him, his eyes glinting.

"Of course Harry. As I was saying, all the rings, and therefore family magics, have excepted you. This means you have all the power of the families, including Wizengamot seats, knowledge, strength the family carries, and any feuds. The name that I called you before, was your titles in order of power each name holds. Gryffindor being most, and Peverell least." Harry nodded at him, and he turned to McGonagall. "Headmistress, I suggest having someone teach him how to navigate through the politics quickly. The seats on the Wizengamot will have awakened again, alerting the Ministry that someone has claimed Lordship of them, and they will be quick to try and find who." McGonagall nodded, face grave.

Harry couldn't help but shiver, a feeling of dread passing through him as the truth fully settled over him. He was now a part of the upper class of Wizens, like the Malfoys and the Blacks were. That means he would be expected to act a certain way, even more so than usual anyway, and to make decisions that matter to the well being of others. Shit. He had thought he was done with that. He did his part, taking down Voldemort, and now he was being thrown right back in.

Right then, the medics came in through the door. There were two, and both were feminine looking. Well, Harry now knows what the woman of the goblin species look like. They were a few inches taller than the men, with much fairer features, and silky hair. These two both had brown hair and blues eyes, they looked like sisters.

They quickly bustled over, the one on the right, whose hair was shoulder length, introduced herself as Onq. Her sister, and they were sisters, had her long hair in a braid down to her tailbone, and introduced herself as Myq. Harry and McGonagall were both told to hold still as the sisters quickly went to work, Myq with Harry and Onq with McGonagall, snapping their fingers all around the Wizens, and occasionally glancing at the papers they had in their hands. Harry was trying his best not to panic, as Myq seemed to get increasingly troubled, and Harry's paper continued long after Onq had finished with McGonagall. 

A good five minutes later, Harry's paper was about four feet long when it finally finished. McGonagall was looking extremely worried at this point and Harry could only look at his shoes as Myq quickly rushed over to Onq, where they both began to talk in hushed voiced. McGonagall walked over to Harry and laid a hand on his shoulder, not saying anything.

The medics turned back to them. "Headmistress, your results came back fairly good up until a few times about 15 years ago, and then on constant since about 5 years ago. There we see a concerning amount of compulsion spells, loyalty potions, and mindwipes." She held up the paper to show the two Wizens. There were mostly minor cuts and bruises, with a few curses and broken bones in the time of the first war. Up until, as Onq had said, 15 years ago.

November 1, 1981:

Mindwipe (Albus Dumbledore)

Calming charm (Albus Dumbledore)

Loyalty Potion to Albus Dumbledore (Albus Dumbledore)

Then, beginning the summer he started Hogwarts up until the week Dumbledore died, loyalty potions and hate potions, mindwipes and ignorance spells, all administered by Dumbledore himself.

"We can't be sure the effects of all of them are gone entirely, and we can probably get most of your memories back in sessions, as it would overwhelm your brain if they all came at once, if you wanted to. We have a few things that can get rid of all the lingering effects of everything else as well." Myq said gently, trying to soften the blow to a shocked McGonagall. The Headmistress only nodded her head.

"That would be great, thank you. We'll have to set up some times. What about Harry?" Her grip on his shoulder tightened a bit. "His list is quite a bit longer than mine, and I'm three times his age."

The two medics looked at them, before laying the paper down on the desk gently, almost like it would explode at any minute. "Yes, his is. There are a number of concerning things on things paper, all from the age of about 15 months old." McGonagall's grip tightened once again, and Harry glanced down at the floor, willing it to open up and swallow him whole. "This includes, but is not limited to, malnutrition, dehydration, burns, broken bones, bruising of intestines, whip marks, and a sever ear infection that was not treated, resulting in the deafness of one ear. This is all from non-magical means. On the magical side of things, there are mindwipes, magic blockers, and loyalty potions mostly, once a month every month, from ages 15 months to 11 years. After those 11 years, there are still mindwipes, magic blockers, and loyalty potions, but they are mixed with compulsions, hate potions, love potions, ability blockers, and something that blocked intelligence. There are several more concerning injuries mixed in as well, basilisk venom, mild possession, and every summer there is more of the injuries from before."

Harry heard the gasp from McGonagall, but didn't react. A lot of it wasn't news to him, all the potions and spells were though. He only needed one guess to know who administered them, but... He wanted to know who they were directed towards.

"We can help Mr. Potter get his memories back as well, and unfortunately a lot of the potions are still in effect, but we have things for that as well..." Onq's voice faded into the background as Harry looked at the parchment, reading and rereading the words, not able to make sense of them.

Loyalty potion: Gryffindor house, Hogwarts, Wizarding World, Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Weasley family (Albus Dumbledore)

Hate potion: Slytherin house, Malfoy family, Voldemort, Death Eaters, Ministry of Magic (Albus Dumbledore)

Love potion: Ginny Weasley (Albus Dumbledore)

Magic block: 64% remaining, 36% broken

Ability block: 81% remaining, 19% broken

Intelligence block: 53% remaining, 47% broken

Harry looked back up to where Myq, Onq, and McGonagall were talking, not bothering to catch up onto the conversation. "Can you get rid of them? The blocks and whatever remains of the potions? And... We're any of the aware? That- that I had loyalty potions and love potions directed to them?" By the time he was done asking, his voice was quite, and it felt close to breaking.

Myq immediately started shaking her head. "No. None of the were aware, if they were, their names would have popped up next to the administrator's. And of course we can get rid of them. The potion effects just require some potions and sleep, the blocks will be a little more difficult, requiring a few rituals. Nothing painful, but it will be taxing. I suggest doing them last before leaving here, then immediately going to bed once back. The effects will hit pretty immediately." Harry and McGonagall both nodded.

The two sisters shared a look. "Mr. Potter. I am sorry, but we are required to ask if everything is ok in your home life. You are severely malnourished and underweight, with several injuries that were never properly healed. We can help with the injuries immediately, and set up some potions and diets that will help you get on the right path for a healthy weight if you want."

Harry paused, considering it. They were right of course, he wasn't entirely sure he weighed more that 100 lbs, max, and he knew how malnourished he looked. The broken arm from years back still bothered him at times because it healed wrong, and the whip marks on his back were all ugly shades of red and jagged, no matter how old. He nodded slowly. As much as he hated that people knew now, there was nothing he could to change it now. He might as well take advantage of it right now, right? Who knows when the next time someone cares enough to ask will come by. And it's not like he could ask for help. He's the savior of the Wizarding World. He can't ask for help, other people need it more and it would be selfish to ask for it.

Razertooth cleared his throat from the corner he was standing in, and Harry jumped. He had forgotten the goblin was there. "Well. This is all very unfortunate, and I'm sorry that it has happened to you. Since the medics say that the healing needs to be last, let's get the other things out of the way quickly. Only a few things left. The Hogwarts Ownership ring, a list of properties that now belong to you, and a list of vaults now belonging to you. None should take very long."

Harry and McGonagall looked at eachother before Harry nodded at the goblin. He grinned as he opened the last box on the table. It was a simple ring, gold on the inside, wood on the outside with the Hogwarts insignia engraved on it. It too, resized to fit his finger. He now had eight rings, one on each finger, excluding his thumb.

Razertooth nodded. "Right. You don't have to worry about any coming off, the won't unless you want them to. As you have probably noticed, you can't feel them much either, so they won't be a bother in everyday life. Also, you can make them invisible and untouchable to everyone except you." Harry looked at the rings again. Huh, well that was convenient at least.

"Now then, I already have the lists drawn up. We just need to go over them, then have you sign a few papers acknowledging that you are aware of your Lordships." Harry nodded before a thought occured to him.

"I don't plan on telling the Ministry of my inheritances for awhile. Can you please not tell them if they come asking who claimed the Lordships?" Razertooth shot a sharp grin at him, one that was mirrored by My and Onq as well.

"Worry not Harry. Gringotts is run by goblins, and therefore does not work under the Ministry of Magic, meaning that we can not be forced to say anything. Your secret is as good as nonexistent until you say otherwise." Harry smiled back at him.

The goblin then took out the two rolls of parchment that had been tucked under his arms, laying them on the desk before unrolling one. "This here is a list of properties that now belong to you. Some have probably not been opened in generations."

Harry balled at the size of the list. It stretched a good foot, maybe more.

Gryffindor:

Main manor

Seaside hut

Jousting Ring

100 acres of woodlands

Cabin

3 museums

2 libraries

Hufflepuff Hutch

Slytherin:

Main mansion

Mountain castle 

Underwater observatory

Snow lodge

5 libraries

Ravenclaw manor

6 lakes

78 acres of land

Emrys:

9 Safe huts

Bog cabin

Dragon cave

Hidden house

Pendragon:

Camelot

Camelot castle

Conquered lands

300 acres of land

Peverell:

3 manors

2 taverns

1 museum

64 acres of land

Black:

7 mansions

3 seaside manors

5 wooden mansions

5 businesses

2 mountains

1 desert

9 lakes

Underwater Castle

1,459 acres of land 

Potter:

5 mansions

3 manors

4 businesses

Seaside hutch

Godric Hollow

2,857 acres of land

What. The. Fuck. Why in the world did these families have so many fucking properties!? What did they do with them all!? And how did he come into possession of them!?!

The other roll was much shorter, which made Harry's heart soar before he read it. Fuck.

Gryffindor:

7 vaults

Slytherin:

8 vaults

Emrys:

2 vaults

Pendragon:

5 vaults

Peverell:

3 vaults

6 business vaults

Black:

26 vaults

15 business vaults

3 hidden rooms

Potter:

34 vaults

20 business vaults

2 hidden rooms

No no no no no. He could not have this much many. Maybe... Maybe most of them were filled with books and artifacts? Yeah, that must be it, right. Well, some of those artifacts are probably very expensive, but still!! Because if not, and they all had money in them, then he probably had enough that he nor the next 10 generations of his family never needed to work and then some. So it must be mostly artifacts. Yeah, Harry could hear the desperation too.

He felt McGonagall staring at him, and turned to return her wide eyed looks. No I didn't know I was this rich. Yes I am also thinking what the fuck. Their staring contest was broken by Onq, who had taken a hold of Harry and forcibly dragged him to sit in a chair. He blinked a few times. This woman was half his height. What the fuck? But then again, goblins were known for there strength as well, and he weighed less than 100 pounds, so it was probably like manhandling a couple of really big grapes.

Suddenly, there were potions being shoved at him, and he could tell that if he didn't drink them himself, Myq could and would forcibly make him. He took the safe option and did it himself. The more of the he took, the more he could feel something he hadn't even realized was there falling away. He hadn't hated the Slytherin house in awhile, not since the Battle of Hogwarts, but now he could see just how much he had, and how stupid it was. His head felt clearer than he could ever remember, it was like he had been wearing a veil for his entire life and just took it off for the first time.

Once done, Myq stood in front of him. "Now, we are going to bring you to another room where we will preform the rituals. Unfortunately, your grandmother can't come with us, as it would be unsafe for all involved for someone other that the Goblins and person getting the ritual done to be there. Worry not, you will be safe, and we will call her immediately after. The most important thing while this is happening is that you stay sitting and calm. Panicking will make it a bit more difficult to preform. It should only take at most an hour to get them all done. You will start feeling fatigue immediately after the first one, though try to stay awake during the other two. If you pass out, it won't hurt anything, but it will be more difficult for us to reach the block to remove it."

Harry blinked. Grandmother? Who... Did she mean McGonagall?! Immediately his cheeks darkened with embarrassment. While he did see her as such, that didn't mean she felt the same or that he wanted her to know!! Before he had much time to think about anything, he was being dragged off again, this time to a cart that would be taking them to the ritual room. He tried to calm his nerves. Myq had said it would be painless, right. He'll be fine.

The room wasn't much to look at. A small round room, with no furniture. The only thing of note was the designs on the floor, which he guessed had something to do with the rituals. There were several goblins in a circle already, with a few candles and bowls of somethings scattered around.

Harry was led to the middle of the room and told sit, right in the middle of the design, which now that he paid attention, looked like a spiral/star mix. As soon as he was sat, the circle of goblins closed around him, all exactly the same distance away, in a perfect circle. One went around and lit the candles while the others stared at him in silence. It was kind of creepy to be honest. He took a deep breath and tried to relax like Myq had said to do.

When all the candles were lit, the goblin walked out of the room and closed there door, leaving them in complete dark with only the few candles for light. Well, here goes nothing.

There was a low vibrating hum in the room, and it took a few minutes for Harry to realize it was coming from the goblins. They were humming. As the seconds passed, it picked up, sometimes high pitched, until it suddenly turned to chanting. Minutes went by, and Harry could feel something chipping at him in the back of his head, almost like a gut feeling. He knew it was there, but couldn't quite tell where. Until, all at once, there was a flood of something in his body. It was overwhelming. Hot and bright and too much but not enough at the same time. As soon as it had started, it stopped, and with it the chanting from the goblins. Harry swayed where he sat, feeling exhaustion hit him like a train. Yeah, he understood why Myq said that he might pass out if he had to do this two more times.

There was barely a break before the goblins were moving the candles around a bit and chanting again. This time, the rush was so much like fire in his veins, more like he had been dunked into the ocean in the artic. He was really craving his bed, and could feel his eyes trying to shut by themselves. He didn't have to worry about staying relaxed anymore. He probably wouldn't be able to panic if Voldemort himself came back right now.

The third time was the least taxing, though it left his brain feeling all kinds of weird, like it had been stretched and shoved into a small box. Myq and Onq had to half carry him out of the room and to the cart, he kept stumbling over his feet and he was sure his eyes were closed more often than not.

The next time his eyes opened, he was back in the room with McGonagall, sitting in one of the chairs. He instantly felt guilty. He must have fallen asleep in the cart, which meant either Myq or Onq had to carry him in here. 

He must have made some kind of noise, because McGonagall looked over from where she was talking to all three goblins. "Ah, Harry. It is time we go now, you need to get some rest. I'll excuse you from classes tomorrow, as Onq had informed me that you won't be waking again until at least noon tomorrow." She turned back to the goblins before Harry could protest, not that he really thought to at the moment. All he wanted was sleep, though preferably in his own bed. That thought was the only thing keeping him awake right now.

"I'll reach out to you with more details tomorrow. I'd like to get them all done sometime soon, as I'm not entirely sure how many could have been effected by him." Hmm. What was that about. Ehh. Didn't matter. That was a problem for Future Harry to find out. Current Harry's problem was finding the nearest bed.

He managed to pull himself to his feet, stumbling into the desk on the way, but standing nonetheless. McGonagall quickly walked over to him and grabbed his arm. "Come on Harry. Let's get back to the school. It's a few hours before dinner. I'd like you to try to make it down to eat something, but it would be understandable if you don't. Also, we will be talking about your living situation at a later date." Harry was nodding, not even entirely sure what he was agreeing to right now, but anything that allowed him to sleep faster.

It seems as though he blinked and was suddenly back in his room. He didn't remember walking out of the room at Gringotts, but couldn't bring himself to care much beyond a bit of guilt at not walking himself and burdening McGonagall. He changed into pajamas as quickly as he could, before crashing into his bed. Tomorrow, he rethink and analyze all he learned today, but for now, sleep was already pulling at his eyelids, dragging him off to the peaceful darkness.