Silent Suffering

Spells

'Thoughts'

::Parseltongue::

::Parseltongue Spell::

Griphook looked extremely uncomfortable, but spoke anyways, "We can get a magical signature off of each one. Every block was placed there by Albus Dumbledore."

And with the naming of Albus Dumbledore, Sirius exploded into a fit of pure rage.

"What the bloody hell do you mean ALBUS DUMBLEDORE set those blocks on my godson!!!??" Sirius shouted at no one in particular, "Those could have killed him! These things are his birthright!! He had no right keeping this from him, from anyone. Harry didn't even know that he was to become Lord Potter or Lord Black, let alone the Lord to 8 titles and Heir to another. And with all of those Godparents, he should have bloody well been sent to either of the two that were capable. No matter how much I hate Snape, he would have treated Harry better than his relative did, who it turns out, aren't even fucking RELATED TO HIM. That old coot has been meddling with him since the day he was born and I will not take it any longer! I'm going to kill him. The old fucking goat is as good as dead."

Everybody stared in shock at Sirius who was sitting down still, breathing heavily and looked as if he would bolt out of the room at any moment to hunt down the Headmaster. Harry was trembling violently at the violent outburst and the twins had to cast complex calming charms at him to get him to stop shaking before anyone else had noticed. 

While Sirius had ranted and raved, the rest of the room read the sheet of paper and were just as angry as Sirius. Remus was growling as Moony rose to the surface and both Bill and Charlie looked as if they'd try to apparate from to room to kill Dumbledore immediately. Hermione was confused, but could tell that is was terrible and the twins look as if they'd personally try and break every block at that very moment. 

Griphook looked around cautiously at the room of furious wizards and werewolf and realized quite easily that the old coot would die very soon if he didn't step in.

Griphook spoke into the tense room, "I know that terrible crimes have been committed here, but I do believe you all may need to calm down. Righteous anger will land you nowhere except Azkaban or dead. The headmaster will pay for his crimes sooner or later."

Sirius visibly tried to relax before speaking again, "Is there anyways you can also check for any potions or spells cast on him unwillingly or unknowingly? And then can you rid him of all the blocks and any of the offending potions/spells?"

Griphook nodded and took out another parchment along with a silvery blue potion. "This will give you a complete list of any potions or spells on you that affects any part of your mental state or negatively affected your body," Griphook said as he handed Harry the potion.

Harry looked at it cautiously before taking it in one swallow, figuring it was better to get it all over with now. He wasn't sure how much more betrayal he could handle but knew there was surely more to come.

They all watched as the parchment seemed to grow and grow until it came to a stop after the writing filled up three feet. The whole room tensed while Griphook read through and handed it to Sirius.

As he read through the list, Sirius' knuckles were white with how tight he was holding the piece of parchment. His body was visibly shaking with rage and he had to take multiple breaths in order to calm himself and tell the others what had happened to his son and by whom. 

"There have been multiple spells and potions used on Harry over the years," Sirius spoke with barely concealed rage, "Dumbledore has used multiple compulsion charms, many confundus charms, memory charms, loyalty spells, Befuddlement Draughts, Forgetfulness Potions, Weakening Potions, and Fear Potions. The worst spell he cast was a binding spell. He bound 75% of your magical core, pup." 

Harry knew that this must have been bad going by the furious reactions by the people around him. Sure, he was angry about it but he didn't know why it was so terrible that his family looked sick at the thought of it. 

"That man is dead! How dare he do such a thing to my cub. That binding could have killed you with an excess of magical buildup in your body. The only reason it didn't is most likely because each time it weakened one of the blocks on you," Remus growled, answering Harry's unspoken question. 

"Is there any way you can remove all of the blocks and cleanse him of all of those potions and spells, including releasing the bind on his core," Sirius asked Griphook. Harry could tell that Sirius wanted Harry at his full potential. The man was furious that Harry had been in so much danger this entire time. 

Griphook nodded slowly. "Yes, we can go to the ritual room and free him of all foreign magic, but it would cause major changes. Not only in his power but with creature inheritances and all of the spells and potions used on him, he would most likely suffer from major fluctuations in his personality. We won't know what will happen until we do it. First he should take up his lordships, though. The family magic may make it easier on him," the Goblin said. 

Harry looked towards Sirius and spoke easily, "I want to do it. I can't hide from who I am forever. Especially if it is so dangerous. I won't take up the Slytherin heir ring right now though" Griphook nodded his head and snapped his long curled fingers. 8 small boxes appeared on the desk.

"Alright, Mr. Potter. Your Black and Potter Rings will go on the middle and ring finger of your left hand, respectively. The le Fay and Selwyn rings will both go on your pointer finger on your left hand. They will both fuse together once the family magics accept you as Lord. They Gryffindor and Peverell rings will go together on your pointer finger of your right hand. Finally, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff rings will go on the middle finger of your right hand." 

As Griphook gave Harry the information, he handed each box to him. With each ring he put on his finger, Harry could feel the warmth of the family magic accepting him as lord and the ring automatically resized to fit each. The fingers that had two rings melded together and bore both families crests, with a white gold band. 

Harry looked up from staring at the rings to see Sirius smiling warmly at him and it filled him with pride. He turned to the Goblin and spoke shyly, "May we remove the foreign magic from me now?"

The Goblin nodded and stood up. "Yes, of course, Lord Potter-Selwyn-Black-Peverell-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff-le Fay, you and your godfather may follow me to the ritual room. Everyone else should stay here and wait for us to return," Griphook said gruffly. 

"Whoa whoa just Harry will be fine," Harry said quickly. He figured he couldn't go by all of those names all the time so he would have to think about which names he would go by on a daily basis.

Griphook gave a feral grin and spoke again, with real pleasure, "Of course, Harry. It is not every day that a wizard bestows such an honor upon goblins."

Sirius nodded towards Griphook and they both followed the Goblin out of the room and into a room that was a couple of doors down. The room was large and empty with walls and floors made of only stone. In the center of the room, there was a large ritual circle with little runes carved along the edges. 

"If you could stand in the middle of the ritual circle, your godfather and I will stand on the edge of the room," Griphook spoke carefully to Harry, "I will perform a ritual to restore your mind, body, and original magics. It feels different for everybody, but I ask that you try and remain calm. Under no circumstance can you leave the circle and we can not enter until the ritual has been completed. You will have a huge influx of raw magic that would be dangerous to us."

Sirius looked as if he was about to argue, but Harry cut him off before he could even get started.

"Yes, that is all fine. I would hate to hurt either of you," Harry said quietly as he walked towards the ritual circle. He took the time to observe some of the runes and realized that Ancient runes might be a subject he would be interested in. When he was in the middle, he looked over to see Griphook and Sirius standing against the wall. Sirius looked as nervous as he felt and Griphook looked slightly worried. 

"Okay, I will start now. Mr. Black, please stay right next to me the entire time, " Griphook spoke harshly.

 The goblin started chanting:

"Magicam antiquos, veni foras.

Aliena relati, dimittere ab hoc corpore.

Quod obstructus dissolvuntur.

Creaturis autem naturalibus, ostendas.

Munera matris teipsum.

Revertere ablatum fuerit ab hostibus missi legati munere DOR.

Mater Magia redde mentis corporisque utilitate habendus.

Sic fiat semper" 

As the Goblin spoke, Harry felt extremely strange. His body felt like it was covered in ice, but it was burning. He let out a strangled whimper, it felt like all of his bones were shifting and his insides were rearranging themselves. His skin was burning cold as he was on his hands and knees in the middle of the circle. He had never suffered this much pain before. Sure, the Dursley's had beat him mercilessly for years, but none of it had ever felt like this. He would have preferred to take the Cruciatus at this point. 

Harry felt the air crackling around him like sparks were coming off of his skin, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes to look. As another sharp pain shot through his body, he bit back a scream. He curled up into a ball, trying to protect the important parts of his body like he used to at the Dursley's even though he knew it wouldn't help anything. 

What Harry didn't know as he went through the ritual was that his magic was crackling visibly around his body. The atmosphere was thick with magic and Harry's whole body glowed with it.

As Griphook said the final phase of the ritual, the entire room was filled with a blinding light. The two outside of the circle shielded their eyes and waited for it to fade. When it finally did, Sirius ran into the circle and heard a groan come from Harry. 

When Harry felt the magic from the ritual fade, he could feel that the glamours he had put up that morning on his face fade. Quickly he applies the surface glamours to cover any bruising and swelling, then paid attention to the feeling of his skin.

Harry felt as his body tingled, like he could feel constant sparks against his skin. It didn't hurt, but felt more friendly and warm. It was comfortable. As the tingly feeling of his skin moved to the back of his mind, Harry let out a groan at the pain he felt throughout his body. 

"Aghhh. I feel like I went four rounds with a bludger," He groaned softly, trying to straighten out from the fetal position he had gotten into. When he sat up he saw Sirius kneeling next to him and Griphook standing a foot back, both looking extremely concerned. As soon as Sirius saw his face, he gasped.

"I didn't even realize. When it said creature, I just never actually thought..." Sirius trailed off softly. Harry had changed drastically. He had the overwhelming urge to wrap Harry up in his arms and coo at him and protect him from any harm that could possibly come to him. He had always had the urge to protect his pup but they had never been so powerful.

Harry looked extremely nervous and spoke up, "What are you talking about Sirius? I don't understand..."

Sirius conjured a large mirror and let his pup look at himself as he spoke, "Well, basically pup, you have two active creature types of blood in you. Kitsune and Dark Fae. From how you look and what the paper said, I would say that Dark Fae is your actual creature. The Kitsune blood will factor into your personality traits and abilities, but instead of like a normal Kitsune where you have fox ears and multiple tails in your human form, you can only turn into a full Kitsune, as one of your animagus forms. I would assume that the form will be used for if you're in an extreme emotional state of distress or in danger. Any big questions yet?"

Harry shook his head as he continued to observe himself in the mirror. His typically short, black, shaggy hair had grown down to the middle of his back like straight, sleek, soft, black silk. The raven black was interrupted by streaks of deep crimson scattered throughout. His eyes, which used to be an emerald green, was now a bright, glowing green- Killing curse green actually. His cheekbones were much higher now and his nose straight. The next thing he noticed was that he now had bowed pink pouty lips. The largest difference was his ears which were now pointed at the tops.

Sirius continued to talk, "We can explain more when we get back to Griphook's office, but there is something extremely important that I should tell you now. As a member of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, have been exposed and learned of many different creatures so I know how to control my urges when it comes to instinct. Many magical races- almost all of them in fact- have dominant and submissive counterparts, most of which are mates. Mostly they determine who carries the child. Normally it is a dominant's job to protect his submissive mate. The submissive will be smaller and have a more feminine body type. They also typically have androgynous looks." Sirius paused for Harry to take it all in. He was waiting to see if Harry would put it together.

Harry kept looking in the mirror. as Sirius spoke, he started realizing that he did seem slightly shorter than before, and when he looked at his body, his hips were wider and his face could definitely not be classified as manly. 

"Sirius... Are you telling me I'm a submissive? Because I most definitely am looking androgynous and have some curves on my short body," Harry asked nervously. He wasn't sure how to feel. He just wanted to wrap himself up in a warm blanket by a fire and sleep to avoid all of this. 

"Yes, pup. It would appear that you are a submissive. The reason I'm telling you this is because as a Dark Fae, you have an allure. Now to some, because of the creature, your allure will be seductive. They will want to have you no matter what. Because you are a submissive this is a little more intensified, but you will also cause others to become extremely protective of you. Right now, my instincts are telling me to wrap you up in my arms and coo at you until you fall asleep. Now because I can control it, I didn't. I wasn't sure if it would frighten you or freak you out, but when we get back to the room, everyone in there is more than likely going to have those same urges because you see them as family, except they may not be able to control those urges. When we go in I'm going to go first and you come in after," Sirius gave Harry all the information and he absorbed all that he could.  

Harry and Sirius stood up, and Harry gave him a hug, gasping as soon as they made contact. He could feel the magic thrumming below the surface. Sirius was very powerful and had extremely dark magic, but it felt suppressed. He figured it wasn't any of his business and he might talk to him about it later in private.

"Thank you, Siri. I love you," Harry said softly after he got over the shock of feeling the magic running through Sirius.

Sirius had tears well up in his eyes and hugged his pup back. "Your welcome, pup. I love you too," he said softly as he stroked Harry's long hair. 

They both stood there for a minute until releasing each other and following Griphook out of the room. Harry knew he has to see the others, but he was nervous. What if they didn't like the new him? What if they were repulsed? Were any of them creatures? He knew that Moony was a werewolf, so he was a dark creature too. Harry was extremely nervous as they entered the room and hid behind Sirius.

While Harry, Sirius, and Griphook were out for the ritual, the rest of the room sat in a tense silence. Hermione wanted to ask a bunch of questions as to what was actually going on and what it meant that Harry had creature blood now. All of the Weasleys were tense as they waited for their little brother to get back. They couldn't believe that Dumbledore could have gotten harry killed. Remus was terrified for his cub.

When the door opened, the three of them walked into the room with Harry barely being seen. As soon as Harry stepped into the room Remus let out a low growl. He could now smell two submissives: his own mate and his cub. When Harry and Sirius heard the low warning growl, they both stopped. Sirius looked towards Remus warily and Harry looked terrified. His instincts were screaming at him to submit so he bared his neck with a small whimper. 

Remus, smelling the fear radiating off of Harry got up faster than anyone could have imagined and had Harry in his arms. Everyone looked on in confusion as Remus cradled his cub in his arms and reassured him.

"Shhhhh, cub. No one here is going to hurt you.  was just surprised and caught off guard. I didn't expect you to be a sub and so my protective instincts are heightened. You're going to be okay. We will all protect you. Nothing will hurt you here," Remus continued to whisper reassurances at Harry as he stroked his hair.

Sirius and Griphook moved back towards their seats as they watched the protective instincts in everyone else in the room rise, also. 

"Remy, love," Sirius said, "I think we all need to have a talk and we need Harry to do that."

Remus shot a glare towards his mate and sat down in Harry's seat with Harry placed on his lap. He wasn't ready to let go of his cub yet. There was something off that he couldn't quite get. Once again, he buried his nose into his cub's hair to get his scent and  ensure that he was safe. 

Harry looked up and the others gasped at his new appearance. They all looked like they wanted to get up and be closer to him, but the prospect of an angry werewolf held them back.

Hermione was the first to speak, "Harry, what happened to you? I'm assuming this is because of your creature blood, but I'm still really confused. And why do I feel like I need to hold you and coo about how cute you are- because, believe me, you are adorable?"

Griphook was the one to answer that, "Well Ms. Granger, why don't we start from the top of the long list of things that Harry has gone through today."