Chapter 3
Harry Potter stared at the mask in his hands, given to him by Toby and the other proxies. It was simple, just a plain mask. But to Harry, it was more. “We thought that since you get to go killing tonight, you needed a mask. It was Hoodie’s idea. We didn’t decorate it but figured you would like the idea of a black m-mask. Do you l-like it?” Toby started to stutter a bit at the end, his emotions getting worked up as the three watch Harry stare at the mask in wonder.
Harry smiled, looking at them. “I love it. Thank you.” He told them, holding back the slight urge to cry. He had never truly been given a gift before Hedwig, and even then, most after had been given out of obligation or wanting his favor. His firebolt had been the second true gift he had gotten, which he treasured deeply from his godfather, Sirius, who risked his life just to get him a present in hopes to make up for the years he wasn’t there.
Harry had sent a letter with Hedwig to his godfather, warning him he was alright and safe. He also warned his godfather to stay far away from Dumbledore as he could, as he didn’t want Sirius to be hurt in the hunt for him. He knew Sirius and Remus would take his warnings and hide, especially after the two had learned of what Dumbledore had done. While it was true that Harry hadn’t had a long time with the two, he cared for them and knew they were on his side. Sirius was too messed up from Askaban to be able to hide any secrets and Remus truly showed he cared for Harry and had only joined Dumbledore when James and Sirius had, wanting to follow his friends.
“This is amazing guys. Thanks. You guys are officially the third to give me a gift while not trying to win my favor or manipulate me by doing so.” Harry snorted at the end, smiling at them. The three proxies smiled back, they all having their masks off at the moment while they stood in Harry’s room.
“O-of course Harry! A-anything for you b-bud!” Toby chattered out, hugging Harry. Harry smiled, hugging the ticking killer back as the two older proxies watched on, smiling lightly.
“Harry. You should probably hurry. Jeff is pretty impatient.” Masky told him, making the wizard nod. He waved goodbye to the three before heading downstairs to where Jeff was waiting for him.
The said killer was standing by the front door, looking bored as he threw his knife in the air, easily catching it as it fell.
“I’m ready,” Harry told him as he walked up to Jeff, who nodded, catching his knife one last time before opening the door, stalking out into the night with Harry following close behind.
The two walked silently to a Slender port spot, going through to a forest somewhere else. Harry didn’t know where but he didn’t care. It was his first time out killing since he arrived at the mansion and he was nervous. What if he froze up? He had killed his relatives out of anger, out of the anguish of what they had done to him over the years. He didn’t know if he could kill an innocent family for no reason other than to have the blood on his hands.
“Hey.” Jeff’s voice called out to him, making Harry look at him, startled. Jeff put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be fucking nervous. Everyone questions if they can do it again. If you wouldn’t be able to, Slender wouldn’t have even come for you. So stop fucking worrying. You’re one of us.”
Harry smiled at Jeff’s version of reassurance and nodded. “Thanks. I needed that.” He told the other killer. Jeff grinned at him before leading him to a house close to the woods.
“Anyways, our targets are the parents of some brat that is similar to your situation. We leave the kid alone, but kill the parents, got it?” Jeff told Harry, who frowned lightly and nodded, slipping on the mask. It rested comfortably on his face, calming him.
The two entered the house through an open window, hearing shouting coming from the living room. They crept through the halls, arriving to watch from the shadows as the parents yelled and hit a small boy, no older than six.
“You freak! I wish we never had you!” The mother yelled at the boy, making Harry still in anger. He raised a hand, throwing the parents against the wall and trapping them there, before chuckling evilly.
“Well since you think you suffer so much, how about I end your suffering?” Harry asked, walking out of the shadows before waving his hand, silencing them, not wanting to hear them as he checked on the boy, who cowered in fear. He had bruises and cuts all over him and was clutching his arm, which was broken. Tears streamed down the boy’s face as Harry waved his hand over the boy, healing his arm. “Rest for now, for you are not a freak, but a survivor being tortured by the true freaks.” He told the boy, putting a spell on his to sleep soundly until he was found, allowing him to heal and to give him good dreams until then.
“Damn. No wonder Slender was so adamant about you going on this job. You looked pissed.” Jeff broke Harry out of his thoughts, making him look over at the killer, who stood beside him, frowning as he looked at the boy.
“The kid is magical from what I can tell. He is just like me when I was younger. It hit a little too close to home when I heard them yell ‘freak’” Harry ended with a growl of the word ‘freak’. Oh, how he hated that word.
Jeff nodded in understanding, standing up before grinning. “Well how about we make them suffer for it? Cause from what little we’ve seen, I want to make these two ‘go to sleep’ as painfully as possible.” He told him with a smirk.
Harry nodded, his smirk appearing as he allowed the parents to speak again, ignoring their screams and yells.
“Yes. Let’s make sure we end their suffering as painfully as possible.”
Harry relaxed under the hot water as it rained down on him. He enjoyed the times when he could just relax under the shower without having to worry about his relatives or his dorm mates complaining about him taking too long. Here at the mansion, he could take a shower or bath as long as he wanted.
… As long as he doesn’t mind others randomly barging in. As Toby bursts through the door and causes Harry to let out an unmanly yelp in surprise. “What the fuck Toby?!” He yelled, peeking out from behind the shower door, it being semi-see-through. His cheeks burned in embarrassment as Toby grinned at him.
“H-hurry up! B-boss wants to talk to y-you!” Toby told him, grinning before shutting the door. Harry sighed, getting out and quickly locking the door as he got dressed.
He swore he locked it in the first place, then again a simple door lock would never stop a killer.
Harry pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved tee-shirt before walking out of his bathroom, seeing the ticking killer sitting on his bed, waiting for him impatiently. “Let’s g-g-go!” Toby let out with a stutter as his excitement got in the way. Harry sighed, following behind the over hyperactive proxy to Slenderman’s office.
Toby knocked excitedly on the door as they waited to be called in. “Come in you two,” Slender called out to them, making Toby open the door and the two killers walk in. Harry noticed that Masky and Hoodie were already in the room, making him wonder what he was being called about.
“I am sorry for calling you here so late at night Harry, right after your first kill as a member of this household as well. It was needed, however, as I have managed to contact an old acquaintance of mine to obtain your list of supplies for the next year. You changed your divination class to Runes if I am correct?” Slender asked the newest member of the household, earning a nod. “Good idea. While I do not have the form of magic you do, I do know that Runes will help you much better, especially as Divination is a class that you should only take if you have the talent for the subject, which I do not believe you have. Back to the subject at hand, tomorrow morning I would like you four to go out and get your supplies from the wizarding world, along with check with Gringotts to see if there was anything that I had missed when I had cleared you of all blocks on your magical abilities. The goblins will recognize my name, as it is one I have used several times before when dealing with that world so do not fret if they know what you four are. I want you three.” He turned to look at his proxies. “To watch for any that may recognize Harry and get him out of there if there is any trouble. I have come to find out that Harry is famous for surviving a curse there that no normal mortal should be able to survive, which I am looking into now to find out why, so you three will need to be cautious in case trouble comes up.” Slenderman finished, causing the four to nod.
Harry left as soon as they were dismissed, his mind running a mile a minute. Tomorrow he will be going to the wizarding world. Would he see anyone he knew? Would he see his old friends? What if they tried to take him away to Dumbledore? What if Dumbledore found him? What would he do?
“-Arry. Harry. Harry!” Masky called out to him, snapping his fingers in Harry’s face, making the boy flinch and recoil from the hand. Masky looked at him, frowning. “What’s wrong with you? You were spaced out in the hallway for the last five minutes. I couldn’t get you to react at all while trying to talk to you.”
Harry blinked, having not realized he was that caught up on his thoughts. “Sorry… I guess I was too caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice. Whoops.” Harry said, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. Masky frowned more, flicking the shorter male in the head.
“Don’t worry about anything that could happen tomorrow. We’ll make sure none of those idiots that tossed you away try to take you back.” Masky told him and Harry smiled, snorting a little.
“Masky, sometimes I wonder if you’re a mind reader.“ Harry mentioned, making Masky chuckle.
“Stop being so easy to read then pipsqueak.” Masky shot back, the mood lightening as Harry glared at him.
“I’m working on it okay? Don’t call out my shortness!” Harry yelled a little, huffing. He did not pout, nope definitely did not pout.
Masky snorted, walking off. “Alright alright stop pouting shortie.” He told the younger boy, earning a yell of outrage as Harry chased the older killer throughout the mansion.
Harry couldn’t help the nagging feeling that something was going to happen tomorrow, however.
Harry snorted, leaving Toby stuck to the ceiling of his room as he grabbed clothes for the day. “Harryyyyyyyyyyy-yyy! Let me d-down!” Whined out Toby, earning a snort from Harry as Hedwig hooted in laughter at the ticking boy. The ticking killer had tried to sneak up on Harry to wake him up with a bucket of cold water, only to trigger the wards and become stuck on the ceiling as a result.
“Alright.” Harry said, waving his wand, making Toby fall to the floor with an audible “Ouf.”
Harry walked into his bathroom, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a thin shirt, along with a thin jacket to go with it. It was around six in the morning where the mansion was currently located, and noon in England. They would have to Slenderport there, but Harry didn’t mind, it had become one of his favorite forms of transportation, not including flying on a broom.
Harry walked out of the bathroom shortly after and headed downstairs, tucking his wand in his pocket, noticing that Toby had already left the room.
He walked down to the front door, noticing that the two older proxies were both sporting a large coffee. Harry snorted at the glares they were giving Toby as the youngest proxy bounced around excitedly. “Alright. I’m ready. I would suggest that we go to Gringotts first because I need money, not to mention that after we will have to get robes so we don’t stand out.” Harry told the three, who nodded before heading out to the Slenderport.
Once they were in an alleyway in England, Harry led them through the streets to the Leaky Cauldron, noticing that they could see the pub even if they weren’t magical. Harry chalked it up to Creepypasta and Proxy magic, leading the three inside the pub. He led them to the back, taping his wands on the bricks before leading them through the opening.
Harry couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face as he saw his friends look around the Alley with slight wonder. They were all in muggle disguises, with Harry wearing a slight glamour to hide his scar and change his eye color to a honey brown.
“Harry, I will not lie, your world is fucked up looking,” Masky muttered to the young killer, earning a slight laugh from the wizard as he watched the older look around the weirdly shaped alley.
“Knockturn Alley is worse than this. Though that’s also where you’ll find more… unsavory folk and items.” Harry told them, making the three look at each other before at the alley in question. “We can look later if we have time.” He muttered the last part to them, earning slight grins.
The group of four walked up the steps of Gringotts, Toby looking at the warning for thieves like it was a challenge. Harry walked up to an empty counter, making the goblin look up at him with annoyance. “I’d like to access my vaults and speak with my account manager sir,” Harry said politely, handing over his key. The goblin took it, looking it over before nodding, leading the four through a pair of large doors, further into the bank.
The goblin stopped at a door, handing Harry back his key as he knocked on the door labeled with the name ‘Griphook’. “Come in.” Called a voice from inside, allowing the goblin to open the door.
“Harry Potter wishes to speak to you.” The goblin said, leaving shortly after. Griphook looked up at the four, eyeing them before motioning them to take a seat.
“Firstly, drop the glamour. No one will tell Dumbledore that you have been here today. Secondly, what can I do for you today?” Griphook told the young wizard, who dropped the glamour.
“My guardian wanted me to come in and see if there were any blocks on my magic that he had missed, along with that, I would like to look at my accounts to see what is there,” Harry told the goblin. Masky and Hoodie watched Toby, who looked ready to explode with questions.
“We will need to do a blood test to check these things. We have heard about your new guardian Heir Potter. The eldritch horror Slenderman has done many dealings with us in the past concerning previous wizardly Creepypasta. Now. I will need you to prick your finger with this knife and drop three droplets of blood on the paper.” Griphook explained, handing over the knife and paper.
Harry nodded, taking the two before setting down the paper, taking the knife and pricking his finger, letting blood bead on the tip. He let the blood drip down onto the paper, moving his finger away when the third drop hit and the four watched as words appeared on the paper.
Name: Harry James Potter (Half-blood)
Father: James Charles Potter (Pureblood)
Mother: Lillian Marie Potter nee Evans (Muggleborn)
Godfather: Sirius Black (Pureblood), Remus Lupin (Half-Blood)
Godmother: Alice May Longbottom nee Fortescue (Pureblood)
Lordships: Lord Potter (Birth), Lord Peverell (Birth), Lord Gryffindor (Birth), Lord Gaunt (Conquest), Lord Slytherin (Conquest), Heir Black (Named heir)
Investments: 57% Daily Prophet, 48% Three Broomsticks, 37% Leaky Cauldron, 61% Quibbler, 43% Ministry. (Then several others that the author is too lazy to make up or mention…)
Seats in Wizardmot: 3 Potter, 2 Peverell, 6 Gryffindor, 6 Slytherin, 3 Black (once Lord)
Blocks: 100% block on Parseltongue (70% broken)(Broken completely by eldritch horror), 100% Parselmagic (10% broken)(Broken completely by eldritch horror), 100% Wandless Magic (30% broken)(Broken completely by eldritch horror), 100% Wordless Magic (Broken completely by eldritch horror), 30% Magical Core (Broken completely by eldritch horror). (by Albus Dumbledore)
Potions: 270 loyalty potions keyed to Albus Dumbledore. (136 failed), 95 compulsion potions keyed to hating Slytherins (35 failed)
Vaults: 3 Potter, 3 Peverell, 2 Gryffindor, 1 Gaunt, 2 Slytherin, 3 Black
Natural Abilities: Wandless Magic, Wordless Magic, Parseltongue, ParselMagic, Animal Affinity.
Networth: 1,511,617,672 Gallons, 16 Sickles, 27 Knuts [In USD, that is $10,037,141,348.59 and in pounds that is 8,434,826,615.31.]
Harry blinked, taking in the words on the paper. He was worth how much now?
Toby whistled a bit in surprise. “That’s a shit ton of money.” He mumbled, making the other three nod in agreement.
Griphook chuckled at their expressions. “The Potter line has always been wealthy. They are one of the five founding families of the British wizarding government. They are also an ancient and noble house so several things tie into that as well.” He told the group, taking out a set of rings.
Harry looked at the rings curiously, before back at the goblin. Griphook just opened the boxes, showing the various rings off. “These are the heir and lord rings that you have inherited. They will merge into one once you put them on, not to mention will also disappear from the sight of others except yourself unless you wish. This is to prevent theft. Is there anything else you need?” Griphook finished with a question, looking at them.
“Can I see any transactions done to my accounts over the years?” Harry asked making Griphook frowned.
“You should have been getting statements over the years. Have you not?” He asked, making Harry shake his head.
“Not a single one,” Harry told him.
They were there for a few hours after that.