Eccedentesiast

By the time Harry and Hagrid arrived in London, the former was shivering from the cold air that hit his wet skin. The umbrella he got from Hagrid didn’t do much for him. Harry’s body was also hurting a lot. His ribs were killing him, and from all the stares that he was receiving from people who he and Hagrid were passing, he knew that the bruises on his body were very prominent. 

Hagrid finally stopped in front of a dodgy looking pub that everyone else didn’t seem to take notice of. Harry was about to ask where they were, but the man walked into the pub causing Harry to trail behind him, not wanting to get lost.  

As they entered the pub, Harry took notice of how old the inside looked. It didn’t necessarily look bad, but it definitely wasn’t in tip top shape. “Welcome back Hagrid! D’ya want Your usual?” Harry’s attention was brought away from looking around the pub, to the bartender who addressed his guide. “Not today Tom. ‘M here on Hogwarts business, takin’ young Harry here to get his school stuff.” Harry cringed when he saw Tom look at him with an awed expression on his face. 

“Bless my soul. It’s Harry Potter!” Tom’s loud announcement caught the attention of every single patron in the establishment. If it was possible, Harry cringed even more, his hair changing color slightly from his normal black color to a light blue for a split second. It happened so fast that it almost went completely unnoticed. 

People came up to the young boy and started grabbing his hands and shoulders, some even pulling him into a hug. This made Harry extremely emotional, and not in a good way. The touches reminded him of his uncle, and when he saw Hagrid just watching him get smothered by these strangers, not doing anything to help, he felt angry. Tears began welling up in his eyes as he tried, and failed, to get away from the hoard of people harassing him.

 This went on for ten more minutes before Hagrid grabbed Harry and guided him to the entrance of Diagon Alley. The boy couldn’t even take in the scene before him, he was still too worked up from the previous encounter he had.  He didn’t speak until they reached a tall, white, somewhat lopsided, building that read Gringotts Bank. As they entered the bank, the young wizard took notice of a sign by the door. He carefully read what the sign said. 

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

“Welcome to Gringotts, Harry. Ain’t a safer place in this world. Well besides Hogwarts o‘course.” Harry looked up at Hagrid with a wary look that he masked quite well. He didn’t get a good feeling when the words “safe” and “Hogwarts” were in the same sentence. Harry looked around and noticed that the employees in this bank weren’t humans. He tugged on Hagrid’s sleeve and whispered to him. “Hagrid, what are they?” The tall man chuckled at Harry’s question, again, making Harry blush. “Those there are goblins, Harry. They aren’t known for being nice to us humans, but don’t take it to heart. They’re mean to everyone.” 

 Hagrid guided Harry to a desk where a goblin was sitting. When they reached the desk, Hagrid cleared his throat to get the attention of the worker. The goblin looked up, an annoyed look on his face. “Harry Potter is here to make a withdrawal.”  The goblin raised an eyebrow at Hagrid. “Well, does Mr. Potter have his vault key?” The young wizard in question grew pale. He didn’t know that he even had a vault, let alone a key. How was he going to pay for his school stuff? His worried inner monologue was cut short as Hagrid produced a key from the pocket of his coat. 

This caused Harry to become confused. Why did Hagrid have his vault key? Shouldn’t that have been with his guardians? The goblin also seemed to be thinking the same thing as Harry. “Why do you have Mr. Potter’s key? I wasn’t aware that you were his guardian.” Hagrid glared at the goblin. “I’m not. I was given the key by Professor Dumbledore.” The goblin only glared right back, not phased at all by the giant, but affected by his words. The goblin glanced down at Harry, immediately taking notice of the bruises on the young boy. The creature’s expression grew dark. 

“Due to Mr. Potter’s guardian not being present, his identity will have to be confirmed.” The goblin turned to the side slightly before shouting in a language that wasn’t familiar to Harry. While they were seemingly waiting, Harry decided to ask the goblin his name. “Excuse me, Mr. Goblin, sir?” The goblin looked down at Harry with a raised brow, and the boy took it as a sign to continue. “What is your name? I don’t think that you ever mentioned it.” 

The goblin’s face showed a look of shock for a few seconds before it returned to its usual stoic look. “My name is Ironclaw, Mr. Potter.” Harry smiled slightly at the goblin. He thought that Ironclaw was an awesome name. Another goblin approached the three moments after. “Mr. Potter, this is Adrak. He will be taking you to confirm that you are who you say you are.” Harry nodded at Ironclaw and waved at Adrak, who in turn nodded to the boy. As Adrak led Harry away, Hagrid tried to follow. He was stopped immediately by Ironclaw. “Only Mr. Potter goes.” The tone in his voice made it clear that there were no exceptions. 

Harry took in everything as Adrak guided him down the halls of Gringotts. He was so in awe of all the weapons and gold trim on the walls, that he almost ran into the goblin guiding him. Adrak looked at Harry with a brow raised, to which Harry blushed in embarrassment before muttering a quick apology. 

Harry looked at the door they stopped in front of. Adrak’s name was engraved into the wood and was outlined in, what seemed to be, gold paint. Adrak opened the door and led Harry into the room. “Take a seat Mr. Potter, I have to gather some things for the inheritance test that Ironclaw requested.” Harry did as he was told, waiting patiently for the goblin to finish preparing. Adrak placed a piece of blank parchment on the desk along with a silver dagger, which made Harry tense up. He didn’t have the best experience with knives. Adrak took notice of his tenseness and addressed it quickly. “There is nothing to worry about Mr. Potter, the dagger is simply for you to use to prick your finger so you are able to put exactly seven drops of your blood on the parchment. The dagger will heal the cut after seven drops have been administered to the parchment.” 

The boy immediately relaxed at those words. He took a deep breath and picked up the dagger, pricking his finger and holding over the parchment. After carefully counting seven drops, he moved his hand away, and placed the dagger back on the desk. Adrak grabbed the parchment and his eyes grew slightly at the results. He quickly pushed a button on his desk and spoke quickly in the same language Harry heard Ironclaw speak earlier. 

“Is something wrong?” Harry was growing slightly worried. He thought that this would be quick, but he was apparently mistaken. “Mr. Potter, do you remember ever being visited by Albus Dumbledore?” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed at Adrak’s question. “Why would professor Dumbledore come and see me?” Adrak didn’t like Harry’s answer and he made it very obvious. “Here are your results for your inheritance test Mr. Potter.”

Name: Hadrian Rigel Potter-Black

Age: 11

Birthday: 31st, July 1981

Mother: Lily Evangeline Potter née Evans 

Father: James Charlus Potter

Father (Blood adopted): Sirius Orion Black (imprisoned)

Godfather: Rodolphus Corvus Lestrange

Godmother: Alice Longbottom née Fortescue (Incapacitated) 

Titles:

Heir of the Ancient Family Potter (Paternal)

Heir of the Ancient and Noble Family Black (Blood adoption)

Heir of the Ancient and Noble Family Peverell (Paternal)

Heir of the Ancient and Noble Family Slytherin (Maternal)

Vaults

Potter Trust Vault (Refilled to 10,000 G annually; Accessible )

Black Family Vault (With permission from Lord)

Lestrange Family Vault (With permission from Lord)

Peverell Family Vault (Accessible at age 15) 

Potter Family Vault (Accessible at age 15)

Slytherin Family Vault (Accessible)

Magical abilities, blocks, and compulsions:

Parselmouth: 70% blocked (APWBD; broken 30%)

Parselmagic: 100% blocked (APWBD)

Eidetic Memory: 100% blocked (APWBD)

Metamorphmagus: 90% blocked (APWBD; 10% broken)

Core magic: 75% blocked (APWBD)

Loyalty compulsion keyed to APWBD and Weasley Family: (APWBD; set to activate upon meeting)

Hate compulsion keyed to Slytherins, Dark magic, Dark creatures, and Dark Wizards: (APWBD)

Godfather bond: 100% blocked (APWBD)

Horcrux: Piece of Tom Riddle’s soul- located in scar on face

Hadrian Rigel Potter-Black stared at the piece of parchment, willing the tears in his eyes to go away. He was overwhelmed at the results, which were bittersweet. The bitter part being the blocks and compulsions, and the sweet part being that he had family left besides the Dursleys. He saw that he had an adoptive father who was in prison, and a Godfather left. “Adrak, is there any way to get in contact with my Godfather?” He wanted to meet the only family he had access to. “I have already contacted Heir Lestrange and he should be here momentarily.” Adrak had called both Ironclaw and Heir Lestrange after the results of Heir Potter-Black’s results were in.

The two were completely silent while they waited. Hadrian didn’t know how long had passed before the door to the office swung open to reveal Ironclaw, followed by a tall, dark haired man. Hadrian stared at the man, taking in his features. He had short, black hair and hazel colored eyes, was quite muscular, and had a tattoo crawling up the side of his neck. The man looked at Adrak with a blank face, not seeing Hadrian yet. “What is the meaning of this summons?” The goblin didn’t answer, he just pointed in the direction of the young wizard in the room. 

The man looked in the direction that Adrak pointed, only to freeze when he saw the boy in the corner of the room. He didn’t need a test for him to know who the boy was. His eyes welled up with tears that threatened to fall. He slowly made his way to Hadrian, but as he got closer, he noticed the bruises on the boy’s neck and face. The man quickly took a deep breath to calm himself before crouching in front of Hadrian with a small smile on his face. 

“Hello Hadrian, my name is Rodolphus Lestrange. I’m your Godfather.”