Finding out the truth
Mind Leech draining 10% of overall magic-Tom Riddle's soul fragment.
Harry stared down at the paper. His eyes widened before he collapsed boneless into the chair. As the two healers, one removed his hand from the back of the boy's neck. Griphook bowed his head. “If it was anyone but him, I would not of called for you.” “I know. Now let me see the damage that was done.” Moving around the chair, stepping in front of the chair and it's occupant. The squat and burly goblin stared at the teen.
At first glimpse into the outer surface of the young wizard, Bone-saw did not like what he saw. Big black bags under his eyes, his face is extremely pale and it looked like he hadn't eaten in a week. He could see that the clothes, the far too big clothes dwarfed the teen and hide the signs of malnourishment behind that.
As Goblin Healer Bone-saw began scanning the scrawny teen slumped in the chair. Muttering under his breath, Bone-saw growled as the list became more intensive, as he cataloged each broken bone, each dislocated joint. By the end of his scan, the goblin was beyond furious. He looked like he is going to erupt into a fury of goblin anger.
Both arms had broken many times, a shoulder had been dislocated, a knee-cap had been shattered. His ribs had been broken many times, he is lucky that none of them had actually killed him. He had several hairline fractures of the skull, a broken nose, a shattered ankle, a severely bruised tailbone and what he saw in his scans nearly had him emptying his stomach on the floor. It looked like the boy had been raped several times, he had severe scarring.
The enraged bellow from the normally sedate and calm healer had four guards bursting into the office, Halberd's drawn. Staring at the flushed face of the healer, his cowering aide and the ashen-faced account manager. All staring at the teen. Who remained oblivious to the fury that is palpable in the room. Looking almost innocent in deep sleep, the thin haggard lines erased from his face making him look younger then he actually is.
“Sire? Is there anything you need?” “No, please just leave.” As the guards left, Griphook glanced up. “We better get him into the ritual chamber immediately.” As Griphook gathered the teen off the chair, hissing softly under his breath as he realized that the teen is lighter then a teen should be especially a boy. The trio left his office, with Bone-saw in the lead.
Reaching the ritual chamber, Griphook set his unusually lightweight burden down on the stone alter. As Bone-saw erected the wards to keep the magic from escaping and destroying Gringotts. With such block on a powerful wizard, it would be extreme luck if they did survive the breaking of the blocks, but what if life without a little excitement?
As the team of healers and curse-breakers began removing the blocks. Each curse-breaker, from goblins to their best human curse-breaker who they had sworn to secrecy.
The team of goblin and human curse-breakers and healers went to work. As they began dismantling the easiest block, the block on his healing powers. If they got this block down, his magic would have a fighting chance to help him and them overcome the blocks. As the block came down, Bone-saw watched with immense satisfaction as the magic began crackling over the thin form, healing the worst of his wounds, mainly the improperly set bones.
As they took down the Animagus block, Bone-saw took note of the shadowy animal forms that crowded about the teen. Hearing the awed hiss of shock. Several of those creatures are magical, the boy is definitely one of the more powerful mages in the history of Animagus.
As they dropped the metamorphmagus block, changes immediately overtook him, his hair cycled through lengths and colors. A snort escaped on of the healers as the boy's hair took on a very bright orange color.
The next block to come down is the magical core block. Immediately a change in the air became imminent. The stray magic pooling in the air disappeared. Bone-Saw scanned to see that the core is at eighty percent and steadily growing. He would be a most powerful wizard once the blocks are off.
Working in tandem to remove the occulmency and Legilmency blocks, Bone-saw smirked when the impenetrable shields shot up. Now no one would be able to breech his mind without permission. The Ambient magic block took barely even a few probes before it collapsed.
Now onto the harder ones. As one of the humans conjured up a pig, the healers and curse-breakers prepared to remove the mind leech. Just as they were unraveling the last strand of magic, the block exploded and took out the other blocks as well.
A inholy scream escaped from the black mist that streamed from the scar on his head. Reaching to grab the mist before it escaped, Bone-saw growled softly before sending the soul container into the hog, where a guard decapitated the pig, thus killing the soul fragment.
Nearly ten hours later, sweat pouring from Bill Weasley's face, his clothes plastered to him from sweat. As Bone-saw gulped the restoration draught, the goblin peered up at him. “Are you doing alright Weasley?” “Been better sir. How could he have done this to Harry?” “Indeed.” As Bill took the restoration draught, having had worked with the goblins to know fighting the inevitable is useless and time-wasting.
Hearing the low pained moan. Then a raspy cough. “Did anyone get the number of the bus that hit me?” Instantly the healers and curse-breakers were leaning over the prone figure. After having had removed the Mind Leech, the explosions of blocks had nearly leveled the wards, and they all had expected to find the young wizard, dead. But it seems that the Boy-who-lived is impossible to kill.
Blinking up at the concerned faces, Harry eyed the Goblins warily. What in the hell just happened. Then his eyes met the concerned gaze of familiar blue eyes haloed by familiar red hair. “Bill?” “Hey kid, how are you feeling?”
“Weird, what just happened?” “I'm afraid that in our haste to remove the blocks, we did not consider asking you. I am sorry, but if those blocks were left on, there would have been a chance of you dying.” As his mind began processing what he learned and stored it away.
Blinking, Harry thought back to what happened before he woke here. “That bastard!” Attempting to jump off the alter, only he did not move. Noting the thick sturdy straps that crossed over his legs, chest and arms. “After removing the magical core block, we had to restrain you, you were thrashing about.”
“Oh.” “Harry?” “Yeah Bill?” “Wanna explain to me about those scars and welts?” 'Shit! Oh god oh god oh god.' Harry blinked innocently up into those blue eyes. Bill narrowed a look on him. “Don't play innocent with me Harry.” “While you are at it Lord Potter, how about explaining all those broken bones, the malnourishment and abuse?” “Fuck!” It was due to the goblins using much worse language, they did even blink at the coarse epithet .
Sighing heavily, Harry muttered “any of you good at Legilmency?” “After we removed the blocks, your occulmency shields should be impossible to breach.” Feeling the brush, Harry reacted without hesitation. His shields shot up, he heard Bill grunt then rub his forehead.
“Sorry. Let me try this again.” As he felt the tentative probe, Harry reached out for the probe and pulled Bill into his mind. Staring up at the massive castle, Bill whistled “nice. Most people's mind-scape is not as impressive as this.” Blushing at the praise. Harry guided Bill towards the darkened gardens. As he allowed Bill to view the memories of abuse. He puttered about trying to find a way to balance his emotions. “Hey Bill?” “Yeah Harry?” “What is a mind leech?” “There was a piece of Tom Riddle in your scar. Once the leech was removed, what magic it had drained will be replaced.. I'd say due to the leech, your core is bigger then most.”
As they left his mind, Harry stared up at the ceiling. Getting to his feet, he glanced up at the cup of tea offered to him. As the rest of the day was spent learning about what he had. With Sirius' will, which emancipated him, he could gain control over all his vaults.
Learning from Griphook that some of the Weasley's, mainly Molly, Ron and Ginny have been stealing from his vaults since the first year. And Dumbledore has been taking from it since his parents death. Closing his eyes, Harry leaned his arms on his legs, leaning forward to stop from hyperventilating. How dare they! His best friend, the girl he loved and the woman who he considered a mother. Stealing from him. As he rubbed his chest, trying to catch his breath.
“I-I-I-I-I-I never knew Harry, I am sorry for what they did.” Harry lifted his gaze to meet Bill's pain-filled gaze. Panting to catching his breath, Harry did the only thing he could think of. Wrapping his arms around Bill's neck and legs around his waist, Harry hugged the older male with all he had.