Chapter 2
:Parseltongue:
"Speak"
"Foreign language, Bulgarian"
The next morning Harry did not show up at the great hall for the end of the year farewell that had been advanced two weeks, in fact he stayed talking with his new grandfather, telling him about his life, the blows, the rejection and his broken illusions about the new world he met at age 11.
And for the first time in a long time Harry cried being comforted by a portrait that was the first to love and protect him, even if he couldn't get out of said painting, that was enough for Harry to be happy.
His grandfather praised for his precautions about the Headmaster and praised him for not limiting himself to just one type of magic like the rest of the other wizards and witches.
Harry talked to his grandfather for hours hearing about the construction of Hogwarts, Godric's jokes and how his grandfather returned them even more fiercely, even telling him about Godric running away from Rowena when he painted her hair pink and the powerful The witch cast dozens of hexes on him including one called Calvorio which removed the beard Godric was proud of. He told her about how Helga loved drinking and alcohol a lot and even told her about those days when the four of them had lunch at the top of the Ravenclaw tower that had the best view in the school.
It was just during breakfast time that Dooby appeared in the chamber and began to shout with happiness in front of Harry, that he was free and that the bad teachers had set him free.
The elf did a ridiculous dance that only got giggles from Harry, as well as an incredulous look from Salazar.
"Oh right, Dobby forgot to mention to the great Harry Potter that the current year at Hogwarts ended today." The elf looked worriedly at the young Gryffindor.
"Finalized?" Harry asked ecstatic knowing that he would no longer have to deal with the idiots that live in this place.
"Yes, Great Harry Potter." Dobby nodded several times. "The head goat declared Hogwarts to end early due to petrifactions and parents would be notified to pick them up at platform 9 ¾."
"YES!" Harry jumped happily "YES! YES! YES!" Before abruptly calming down and looking at Salazar sadly "but, I don't want to leave Grandpa"
Salazar gave him a small smirk "You know you can shrink my portrait and take me with you, right?" then he pointed around the place “And you can take more things besides me, you know?
Harry smiled excitedly at him and turned to Dobby with a determined look, "Dobby! Would you like to be my elf?
Dobby gasped happily and threw himself at Harry's legs. "YES MR HARRY POTTER!"
"In this case bring my trunk, it's under Mrs. Pince's desk, in the library" Harry smiled mischievously "and when you come back you'll help me store everything in this place"
It was just two hours before the Hogwarts train left for Platform 9 ¾ that Harry emerged from the ladies' room, a light weight in his pockets and a small portrait kept in a black leather trunk along with an enormous bookcase. private.
Walking down the hall, Harry pulled out his cloak and put it on making sure to activate the concealment, Silence and Don't-Me-Notes spells to avoid Dumbledore. He made his way to the knight statue on the second floor and ignored the students who were happily chatting about their upcoming vacations.
He walked around the statue as his grandfather told him and crouched down touching the ground with his wand :Unlock Slytherin's Secret Hall:
A picture lit up on the floor, before going dark showing some stairs, Harry smiled and calmly walked down the stairs taking off his cloak in the process.
"Lumos maxima," Harry whispered, looking down the long stone corridor.
If his grandfather was right then he would be able to reach Hogsmeade with only a thirty minute walk and he could be one of the first to take a compartment of the train.
If Harry had stayed at Hogwarts a few more minutes, he would have seen the two young men looking for him all over the place in alarm.
Harry flooed out of Gringotts and put away his invisibility cloak. After discussing his plans with his grandfather, the portrait had advised him to investigate whether there was a method of transport to get to Gringotts faster and go unnoticed. So he'd sent Dobby over as soon as they'd finished packing everything into his trunk.
During the train ride, Harry had taken the compartment closest to the driver and sealed it with various spells to prevent the rest of the student body from bothering him or trying anything with him.
It was only a few minutes after they left Hogsmeade that Dobby appeared again and delivered the welcome news that Gringotts has a private floo, which is used for important business between the higher ups of the Ministry and the Goblins, or in other words, a Floo network where the minister can enter Gringotts without being seen and beg the goblins to allow them access to certain vaults.
"Good evening, Heir Potter," Harry turned to find a goblin dressed in a white suit with gold embroidery and the Gringotts crest on his chest. "I have to admit that was quite an entrance for your first time." At least you didn't fall flat on your face like the rest of the fools.”
“Thank you for permission to floo, goblin master.” Harry bowed politely and smiled inwardly as he saw a flicker of surprise on the goblin's hardened face.
"It's Ragnuk, Potter Heir" The goblin turned "follow me, I'll take you to my office and we'll talk about certain matters"
Harry quickly followed the goblin, who led him through multiple corridors, but despite everything Harry made sure to memorize the way Many years of experience escaping from the Dursleys and this year at Hogwarts certainly helped a lot with his memory and his already imposed on Harry instincts to look for exits quickly.
They arrived at a luxurious office where the Goblin took out dozens of documents and clasped his hands looking at Harry with a sharp eye. "Tell me Mr. Potter, what is the real reason for your visit today?"
Harry smiled sadly. "Do I want to drop the Potter name?"
For some reason the goblin didn't seem surprised at all. "I guess it's because you don't have James Potter's blood?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed, "I...I don't want to use a money or title that doesn't belong to me, it doesn't seem right to me, I just want get out of here and never come back
“So you won't take your biological parents' last names either?” Ragnuk looked curiously "You know, Prince, Snape or Evans?"
"No," Harry shook his head with a dark face, "I'd rather create a new one for myself, if that ever happens. Also for some reason I have found out that I am related to the Slytherin line, something about which I have Parseltongue"
"You undoubtedly have a noble heart as well as a lack of mercy" Ragnuk nodded and gave the minor a small smile "In As for your resignation from the Potter Family, I sadly have to tell you that is not possible. Since James Potter knew from the beginning that you did not possess his blood" he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a green envelope "Mr. Potter gave me instructions and one of them was to deliver this to you" he handed the envelope to the green-eyed .
"So Mr. Potter knew it wasn't his son," Harry whispered, looking sadly at the letter in his hands.
"Yes, he actually knew from the beginning, but he in his own words said that he couldn't help but love you as soon as he held you in his arms and to please comply with his request."
"I understand," Harry muttered under his breath and He opened the elegant envelope, pulling out several sheets, definitely a rather long letter.
To my dear son.
One day you may open this letter or you may not, everything will depend on the events and decisions of your life. But if my suspicions are correct then you will be reading this before you are 15 years old.
I have always known about Evans's deception, my little Bambi, and since you were my little baby you were very intelligent, you were always quick to learn things, especially to ride the toy broom I bought for you. I remember all the times you brought me the children's books I bought you and told me to read them for you.
Oh you were my little Ravenclaw or maybe a Slytherin how clever you were to escape your punishments, I swear those puppy eyes you used to make to convince Moony to give you treacle tart, they looked so sweet and adorable. Even Padfoot couldn't help but coo when you gave that look.
It doesn't matter if you don't carry my blood, I want you to know that I love you and have loved you from the moment I held you in my arms, that July 31, 1980.
Even if Evans's betrayal and learning of his true face, I knew that you my little one was not to blame for anything, I wanted to hate you once, but I just couldn't do it, not when you looked at me with innocent green eyes and smiled happily calling me 'dad'.
How could I hate my little son? I couldn't do it…I never could.
So please my little Harrison, don't be afraid of other people's reactions let alone my own. The rest of the world doesn't matter, because they don't know you like I do, they haven't seen you grow up, they don't live with you or they are your friends, much less your family, so ignore them and fuck them, no matter who they are or what title they have, send them to hell for wanting to hurt you.
I want you to know that I don't hate you and I will never hate you.
I know time is running out for me, in fact I didn't even think I'd live to this day, not when Dumbledore put the Potters in the crosshairs of that Damn Albino Lizard!, which led to the murder of your grandparents and still that old man forced us to stay in Godric Hollow, when what I wanted was to take your things and mine to leave this godforsaken country.
I would have liked to show you the world.
Maybe we could even drop Padfoot and Moony off at a Veela coven and go see the beautiful sights of Greece or maybe go play Quidditch on the sprawling fields of Bulgaria and even try the delicious burgers Padfoot once got in France.
I know I won't live to see you grow up sometime, but I know Snape and I know what his reaction to you will be my little Bambi, I know he will be cruel and ruthless, and honestly just thinking about what made you cry makes me want to give him a hit the bitter bat and even a damn Crucio, or some other of the darkest and most painful spells I have, but I know that no blow, torture or curse will be enough to quench my fury, so I left you a little special potion in my vault, It will be up to you to take it or not.
But don't forget Harrison, Dad loves you with all his heart, whether you carry my blood or not, I love you and always will.
I... I'm sorry I'm getting off topic, I want to ask you my dear son to please take our family name to the top and I don't mean Potter, but our ancestral names, those that generated fear and terror in their golden age, even if one of them still does because of that False Heir.
Harrison I want you to remind the world what our family is capable of.
Show those who hated us, murdered us and humiliated us how wrong they are about us, remind them that we do not forget.
My father once told me the phrase of our family and it is time for me to tell it to you and I am sure that you will also put it into practice, as I did at the time.
"Love will be repaid with adoration, Dedication will be repaid with kindness, Friendship will be repaid with Equality, Spilled blood will be repaid with meat, Tears will be repaid with screams and death will be repaid with cruelty"
The world may not know, but I am a dark wizard and proud of it, as is the rest of our ancestry. I hope you will too and live by our family rules and legacy.
Show 'em what the Peverells , the Slytherins and the Ravenclaws are capable of doing and how far we can go.
Loves you, your father James Charlus Peverell-Slytherin-Ravenclaw
Lord of The Most Noble House of Potter.
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell.
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin.
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw.
Harry was crying, he couldn't help it.
His dad, the man who died to protect him, loved him.
His little Bambi, his Harrison. Harry laughed hysterically, it was quite funny in his words. Lily the woman Dumbledore hailed for her survival, for 'a mother's love' was a bitch who hurt her father no matter what.
And his dad, a man who didn't have to take care of him or have an obligation to support him, loved him with all his being, to the point of wanting to protect him from his biological Father and even go so far as to throw a Cruciatus at him, not that Harry I called Snape that way sometime.
Not after the man had humiliated and insulted James for two years.
I look at the letter with reverence and put it away with the utmost care.
"Goblin Master" Harry looked at Ragnuk seriously "I need you to take me to James Charlus Potter's personal vault"
"In that case" Ragnuk stood up, his eyes shining with excitement "follow me Heir Potter"