Silent Suffering

Spells

'Thoughts'

::Parseltongue::

::Parseltongue Spell::

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."

"Can we talk more about my creature inheritances first? I'm still a little confused and feel like that might be the most important," Harry spoke from Remus' arms.

Griphook nodded, "Yes, I do believe that is the most important thing to discuss at the moment. You came into two inheritances: Dark Fae and Kitsune. The Dark Fae is the dominant creature in you. In your human form, the Kitsune will only show in your personality and abilities. Physical characteristics will only show in your animagus form. Dark Fae are known for having long dark hair, an ethereal beauty, some may emit a soft glow in certain situations, and typically green eyes. They are known to be able to predict fate on occasions, have elemental powers, are naturals at glamours, and are extremely territorial and protective of any they see as family. Dark Fae are known for being tricksters, extremely proud creatures, and very vengeful when a wrong-doing is done against them, or the ones they love. They also have a strong seductive allure."

Griphook stopped to look around and make sure that most people understood what he was saying. Harry was uncertain about how the personality traits of a Dark Fae would conflict with his own as they were much different, but figured he should wait until he heard about the other portion of his creature half.

Griphook started speaking again, "As your Kitsune inheritance is not as strong as your Dark Fae, it will show in your animagus abilities. In that form, you will most resemble a fox. Kitsune are known to have anywhere from 1 to 9 tails. The more tails one has, the more powerful they are. The 9th tail of a Kitsune always has gold or white fur to symbolize its power. This is extremely rare. Kitsune have many abilities; they have a superior intelligence, are able to appear in others dreams, become invisible, create illusions, feed on the life/spirit of humans, and some are even capable of generating lightning or fire from their tails and mouths. Kitsune are extreme tricksters and known to be very mischievous beings. They are extremely possessive of what they perceive as belonging to them, they always remain loyal to their word, and are proud and vengeful beings."

Griphook looked directly at Harry while he spoke this time, "These personality traits will start to show up in you, but because they have been suppressed and may not be dominant in your personality right now, you will alter between these traits and your human traits. Certain things will make you act differently until you become more connected and familiar with your creatures and with yourself. Things you will prefer to eat will be fruits, vegetables and grains mostly, no meats. This is because your fae is the strongest at the moment. In a month or two you will be able to tolerate all foods, but for now, it would be best to stick with fruits and grains. You are a submissive in both forms so you have a strong seductive allure and a protective allure. This comes mostly from your want to find your mate."

Harry nodded to indicate that he understood all the Goblin had said. He knew things would be different, but this was too much. How was he supposed to know how he would react to things he used to be able to handle.

It was then that the twins decided to speak up, "Wow a trickster creature-"

"Born to the parents-"

"And godparents-"

"Of master tricksters!"

"What a win!!!" They ended together, making Sirius and Remus chuckle at their enthusiasm.

At that time, Hermione spoke up to get everyone back on track, "Okay so let me get all of this straight. Harry has gained 8 Lordships. His mother was actually a Selwyn, which by the way is an old Slytherin pureblood family whose last descendant was believed to have died serving You-Know-Who in the first war. This means Harry comes from long lines of old Pureblooded families. He is now a Kitsune and a Dark Fae. His magical abilities, including those of his creatures, consist of Parseltongue, Parselmagic, Animagi magic, Wandless Magic, Wordless Magic, Mind Magics, Magic Sensitivity, elemental magic, natural glamours, invisibility, possibly glowing at times and divination? Plus possibly extreme reactions to certain things that he could have reacted normally to before and the overwhelming urge to cuddle him or possibly seduce him?"

"That is correct, Ms. Granger," the goblin said smoothly. Nobody really knew what to do at that point. Everybody was mostly confused and overwhelmed while Remus continuously sniffed his cub to try and figure out what was off and Harry relaxed into the warm pair of arms.

Harry felt safe and protected at the moment and was quite okay with the situation, but knew that they had to move on with their day. He poked his head up from where he had burrowed into Remus' robes and spoke to Griphook, "I think we all need to deal with what has come up before continuing with anything else. I just need to withdraw some money so that I can finish my shopping."

"Of course," Griphook said, "As you are now a Lord you may have full use of your keys, meaning that instead of using actual money, you use your key and it automatically removes the money from your vault."

Harry smiled at the Goblin before responding, "That sounds perfect. May I have keys made, as I never received any and can you also remove? 200 galleons, 100 sickles, and 75 knuts from the vault I visited when I first arrived here?"

The goblin snapped his fingers and one key and a small money bag popped onto the desk. "This is the key to all of your family vaults, when you wish to change which House you are going to use, just touch the Lord ring to the emblem on the key and say which House you will be spending from. From now on, all other keys in existence are considered null and void. Anyone who attempts to enter with other keys will find themselves denied for unknown causes and marked in your files. This pouch has the specified amount of money from the Potter's Trust Vault set up for one Harrison James Potter. You may also want to think about how you wish for people to address you formally, if not by your full 8 lordship titles."

Harry sat there for a moment, thinking about his options as Remus threaded his fingers through Harry's hair soothingly. He knew he wanted to pay respects to his mother and father, they were dead and Sirius and Remus were the largest parental figures in his life.

He spoke timidly looking down at his hands, "Thank you Griphook. I appreciate all that you have done for me. And I believe, formally, I will go by Lord Harrison James Black-Selwyn. This way I am paying respects to my mother, father, and adoptive dads. Selwyn for my mum, and Black to represent James, but also Sirius and Remus."

Everyone was silent as Harry continued to study his fingers. Remus had frozen with his fingers halfway through Harry's hair and Sirius with unshed tears in his eyes. Faster than anyone had expected, Sirius and Remus both curled themselves around Harry in a show of unconditional comfort and love. Harry flinched at first from the sudden and quite violent show of affection but soon relaxed into their embrace.

"I love you so much pup. You have no idea how much that means to me and Remy," Sirius murmured into Harry's hair. "He's right, cub," Remus added, "We love you and will always do our best to take care of you and protect you."

Silent tears streamed down Harry's face as he let the love radiating from the two adults wash over him. He had never felt so loved and excepted in his entire life. They slowly extracted themselves and got up so that they could make their way out of the bank.

"Hey little bro, do you want to put up a glamour to look how you used to, at least for now, or are you going to let everyone know who you are straight off?" Bill asked from the door.

Harry thought about it and made a decision quickly, "For now people don't have to know I'm Harry Potter, so we don't get stared at or attacked. I'll go by Harrison and just glamour my ears to look normal. Dumbledore had those blocks on me for a reason and I'd rather keep it hidden for now, so when we get back to the house I'll glamour myself to look how I used to." Harry waved his hand and they watched as his pointed ears turned back into normal rounded tops.

Sirius turned back into Padfoot and they all exited and headed towards the Main Hall. They all got to the middle of the hall and were about to leave when Harry turned back to Griphook.

He felt like he needed to show more than respect to this Goblin who has helped him out so much and just let the words flow from him. Harry bowed from the waist with his right fist over his heart, "May Mother Magic bless your fortunes and your descendants prosper for centuries to come."

Griphook stood there, completely shocked that a wizard would give such a parting to him. Lord Selwyn-Black was one of the most surprising wizards that he had met in a very long time.

He shook himself out of it and bestowed Harry with the highest honor a wizard could receive from him. He bowed at the waist and spoke, "May our Ancestors guard your gold and the future of you and yours be blessed with luck and prosperity."

Harry stuck out his hand to shake Griphook's, before their group left, leaving behind a wake of awestruck Goblins along with wizards and witches who had no clue what the unknown wizard did to earn such a respect from the Goblins.

The group left Gringotts with Harry sandwiched in between Padfoot and Hermione while the others formed a protective barrier around him. It seemed that even with an altered appearance they would not take any chances.

They made their way through the crowd and first into Madam Malkins so that he could get new robes. Harry knew that now that he was emancipated, he was considered an adult legally. He assumed that he should probably buy clothes that actually fit him and suited him for his sudden position in Wizarding Society. Not to mention that he had always wanted his own clothes.

They all stepped in and Harry addressed them all, "You guys can all go get the stuff you need and we can meet back at home when we are done. Nobody knows who I am and I don't want to be such a bother."

"Don't worry about it little brother," Charlie said from his stance against the wall, "We all want to be here and protect you. You aren't a bother at all. Now let's get some clothes that won't fall off your body at the slightest move."

Harry smiled shyly and waited for Madam Malkin to come measure him. Harry decided on 1 green and 2 black pairs of dragon hide boots, 10 pairs of plain black trousers, 10 silk button down shirts in varying shades of green, 2 gray silk button downs, 2 black silk button downs, and 2 white cotton button down shirts. He also got a various arrangement of socks and underwear. He decided he could go to Muggle London some other day to buy jeans and t-shirts.

Slowly, they all made their way around Diagon without any problems. Harry bought a mound of books on pureblood etiquette, wizarding traditions, mind magics, magical creatures, and a couple of books on different types of magic along with all of his school books.

By the time they all made it back to Grimmauld Place, it was a little past 1 in the afternoon and everyone was hungry. Harry stepped into the kitchen and took control, surprising himself and the people around him. "All right everybody out! Go make yourselves busy for the next 30 minutes and then come back. Lunch will be ready by then," Harry shooed everyone out and got to work.

Harry finished quickly, using a bit of his new-found advanced wandless magic to make things a little quicker than the muggle way. By the time everybody had wandered back in, the table was filled with different kinds of sandwiches along with fresh bread and tomato and chicken soup.

Harry sat down, conveniently squeezed in between the twins. He watched nervously as everyone started to eat and enjoyed themselves. He never knew whether or not his food was good because the Dursleys had always ridiculed him no matter what.

Harry had a bowl of soup tomato soup in front of him and was nibbling on a piece of the bread he had baked. He never noticed the look Sirius was giving him or the twins until Fred leaned down and whispered, "Better eat your soup little brother. Papa Black over there looks like he might force feed you any moment if you don't do more than nibble on a piece of bread."

Harry quickly ate the soup in front of him, in order to avoid any confrontations. He knew he wouldn't be able to eat much more than that anyways and was feeling full even after only a single small bowl. Soon after, everyone had finished all of the food on the table and they were all just sitting around chatting. Harry got up and started cleaning up the table, putting all of the dishes on the counter next to the sink so that he could wash them. He was oblivious to the concerned looks of the others and just continued on, as was habit to him.

Quickly and efficiently, all of the dishes were cleaned, dried, and put away. They all exited into different rooms and Harry went to put away his purchases. He opened the wardrobe in his room to find that it was filled with muggle clothes. Muggle clothes that appeared to fit him perfectly. He stood there gaping at them until Sirius spoke up from behind him, "I ordered them so that you would have some nice clothes to wear that would still be comfortable for you. Sometimes a nice pair of jeans can be a lot better than a pair of formal trousers."

Harry turned around to stare at Sirius with tears in his eyes. He knew that Sirius loved him, but sometimes it surprised him to find out that these people really did care for him. It took all of 5 seconds before Harry launched himself into Sirius' arms and sobbed out thank you over and over.

The next three days continued in a similar pattern for Harry. He would wake up snuggled between Fred and George from his nightmares, make breakfast for the house full of people, work on his homework and avoid Sirius' questions, make lunch, read the new books he got at Diagon, make dinner, practice clearing his mind, and go to bed.

It was the 5th day that Harry was at Grimmauld Place that things changed. Harry woke up as usual in between Fred and George. Quietly, he made his way into the bathroom and closed the door without waking the two up. He slipped out of his pajamas and let his glamours dissolve. Slowly he unraveled the bandages from around his torso and chest. Harry stepped into the shower and quickly washed his body and his extremely long hair. He had decided that he liked it and wouldn't cut it, even though it was a pain to wash. He finished, got out and wrapped a towel around his waist before turning to look at himself in the mirror in all of his 5' 4".

All of the bruising on his body was either completely faded or a pale yellow. His ribs felt almost completely healed, just a slight tenderness. The welts on his back were another matter. During the breaking of the blocks on his body, all of the wounds reopened from their semi-healed state. They were still painful, but less so as they were beginning to scab over. Just to be careful, Harry still put antibacterial on them and wrapped them every morning after his shower. Underneath the wounds he had found that he had wings tattooed on his back. He had later found in one of his books that he could use his wings to fly and protect himself/others when he was able to call them forth, though he had decided not to try that yet.

His long black hair, now streaked with crimson, had grown long enough to touch the top of his butt. His high prominent cheekbones and (what he would forever deny as pouty) full pink lips, he looked more feminine than he used to. Lower on his body, he could count each individual rib and see his hipbones jutting out, though noticeably wider than before, his skin stretched tightly across his body from the ever-present malnutrition in his life. His arms and legs had no fat on them and looked like twigs that could snap at any moment.

Not wanting to dwell on life at the Dursleys any longer, Harry wrapped his wounds and put up his glamour that would make him appear as he looked when he was just plain old Harry Potter and concealed his bandages. He made his way back into his bedroom where the twins were stilled curled up sleeping. Moving towards the wardrobe, Harry picked out a pair of blue jeans, and a plain black t-shirt and got dressed quickly. By the time he was finished getting ready it was 7:30 and the twins were still fast asleep in his bed.

Harry walked his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He put the water on and started getting breakfast ready. He had just finished laying the bacon in the pan when the water hit boiling, so he took it off and made himself a cup of herbal, raspberry tea. He had found that fruit teas did wonders for his stomach and were just plain satisfying for him as coffee made him sick and he was supposed to be sticking to fruits and grains anyways.

As Harry made breakfast and drank his tea, the rest of the household woke up. The first one down was Remus who was unsurprised to see Harry already up and cooking. Harry made him his coffee and gave it to him as Remus sat down at the table.

Everyone else slowly trickled in and they all sat down to eat. Halfway through his breakfast, Harry heard the floo chime, indicating that someone was coming through. This surprised nobody as they were all used to visitors coming at different times, just stopping by to say hello or to grab a meal that always seemed to be prepared.

Just as Harry took a bite of his toast, the one man who he had not seen since his first day walked through the door with absurd lime green robes and obnoxious twinkling blue eyes: Albus Dumbledore. They had all decided to treat the headmaster as normal until they figured out anymore, but Harry's creatures were demanding that he take action against the man who forced him into that household of hell for so long.

"Albus! Come have some breakfast, Harry makes such wonderful food for us all," Remus said with a slight twitch, indicating the empty seat between him and Bill. The twins on either side of Harry noticed as the raven haired boy's entire body tensed when the headmaster sat down at the table.

"Thank you, Remus, but I already ate at Hogwarts. I thought I would stop by so that Harry and I could have a chat. How does that sound my boy?" Dumbledore turned towards Harry at the end.

Harry swallowed carefully and stared at the table before speaking, "Of course, Headmaster. Please allow me to just finish my breakfast, sir."

"Of course, my boy. No problem at all," Dumbledore chirped gleefully, ignoring the harsh flinch.

Harry slowly raised his piece of toast to his mouth and took a small bite, chewing cautiously before swallowing. He didn't know how, but he knew that the headmaster was ecstatic at Harry's submissive behavior. He would have to work to control his temper. His own personality and that of his creatures were waging war inside of him.

Small conversations were discussed as Harry tried to finish his piece of toast and an apple. After deciding he could only eat the half of piece of toast and three more bites of the apple, Harry spoke quietly, "I am done, sir. We may go talk now if you wish."

Sirius spoke up before Dumbledore even had a chance to open his mouth, "I think I'd like to come with you pup. I'm curious as to what is going on." Harry knew Sirius wanted to come along and protect him. Ever since that day in Gringotts, the animagus has had an extreme distrust towards the headmaster, especially with anything concerning Harry.

"No need, Sirius," Dumbledore piped in, "This is just a private talk between Harry and me to discuss some arrangements."

Harry shook his head at Sirius, indicating he should just sit down, and followed Dumbledore out of the room. He didn't know why, but there was a pit in his stomach that indicated whatever Dumbledore wanted to discuss would be absolutely terrible.

They both sat down in the sitting room, across from each other. Harry stared at his hands as the headmaster put up some silencing charms and threw a few unnoticeable compulsion spells at Harry. His mind magics were not yet strong enough to discern when there is an outside influence.

Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling maniacally before he finally spoke, "Harry, my boy, I'm afraid I am going to have to insist that you return to the Dursleys for the last week before Hogwarts starts again."