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To anyone else, the Dursleys were a prime example of a perfect family,
who took in a troubled boy and gifted him with love and care except the boy rejected and caused more
trouble than he was worth.

But if you began to pay more attention,

You would hear the muffled shouts and screams from the house
and the loud sobbing that over the years unlike the screaming had reduced
quieter and quieter until you couldn’t hear it at all.

Unless you were granted permission into the loving home of the Dursleys and walked past the locked cupboard under the stairs,

Only then would you hear an Eight-year-old boy's quiet, gentle sobs.

Harry winced at any movement he made in the cramped space,

He was thrown into his cupboard after failing to make breakfast fast enough
but not before Uncle Vernon took out the anger he had somehow conjured up so early in the morning, he stifled a sob.

He had learned long ago to never let them hear your cries unless you wanted another beating.

He was shaken from his trance by loud banging on his door and the familiar click of it being unlocked,

“I want this food finished before our guests arrive freak, not when they’re leaving!”

On days they had business dinners Aunt Petunia always made Harry make the meal,
‘She had more important matters to attend to’ apparently.

It was about 5 minutes before the guests were due to arrive and Harry began to dish out the spaghetti Bolognese onto each placemat,

His hand was still badly injured from before and he had to hold back a cry of pain when he picked the plate up wrong and was met with a sharp shooting sensation up his arm,

The pain was gone after a minute and he began to realise what he had done,

Pieces and shards of the plate were scattered across the floor along with loose strands of spaghetti and Bolognese.

He barely managed a glance up at Aunt Petunia whose face was steadily getting redder before he was being screamed at.

He watches her advance towards him with a frying pan clutched in her grip,

He feels his stomach drop when he realises what she’s going to do,
He feels his hands go up in defence, but his actions don’t feel like his

His body turns numb, a thrumming running through his blood,

A power courses through his veins,
whatever awareness he had left noticed the items floating past his eyes.

It had felt like hours until a scream ran throughout the house and he suddenly was staring at Dudley,

he spared a glance at Aunt Petunia who was slumped against the wall and was beginning to drip blood from her head
before looking back at Dudley,

He could hear loud stomps above him through the ringing in his ears,

His eyes widened, frantic breaths escaping his mouth

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears,

He sped past Dudley who was still staring at his mother against the wall

The front door was drawing closer as he ran down the hallway,

He grabbed the handle and swung it open and went flying down the drive then onto the road

He could hear Uncle Vernon screaming after him and a car which he presumed was the business guests rolled into the driveway, but he didn’t take another look to see who it was his only focus was to run,

Run the furthest he could and far away from that wretched house.

Harry didn’t know how long he had been walking,

but his feet hurt, his head was burning against the sun’s rays, and the migraine he always seemed to have was worse than usual.

He replayed what happened before in his head, well what he could remember of It, it all just seemed like a cloud of fear and terror,

He had made Aunt Petunia bleed badly by the looks of it and he didn’t feel bad at all, that’s what scares him the most. In no way, shape or form does he feel any amount of guilt for harming Petunia Dursley, and he doesn’t know why.

His thoughts quickly become overwhelming, so he decides to pay attention to his surroundings instead of drowning in conflicting emotions

He’s still in what appears to be a neighbourhood but there are fewer houses than on Privet Drive and they are dotted around everywhere not in the neat, tidy rows he’d grown accustomed to,

Harry kept walking through the quaint, little town before stumbling across an old shack that looked as if it hadn’t been touched for years.

He was about to walk past it and continue into the fields before he realised the sky was beginning to darken and he was becoming increasingly cold,

He had always been smart, once a teacher had called him a naturally gifted genius, but Dudley had heard it and complained to Uncle Vernon,

Consequently, Harry was forbidden from showing any talent or anything that would make him more significant than Dudley which meant his scores dropped from 93% to 23%,

The disappointed look from his teacher had hurt like a knife to the heart,

He weighed his options and ultimately decided that his best option was to stay in the dilapidated shack for the night instead of freezing to death or dying from exhaustion.

The inside was a bit nicer looking than the outside and housed a couple of pieces of ancient furniture which also included a couch that looked like it was over 100 years old from how worn down it was, but it was better than nothing.

He dusted down the side table
After all, this was his temporary home for a moment, wasn’t it?
Might as well make it look a little bit nicer.

He curled up into a ball on the couch counting how many rips were on the chair next to him before slowly drifting off to a nightmare-filled sleep.

When he woke up again it was to a loud hoot sound that sounded strangely close,
He slightly opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the light before staring into large, beady yellow eyes which belonged to an owl who also appeared to be holding a letter,

He was definitely dreaming.

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Harry had been staring at the owl for so long rubbing his eyes making sure he wasn’t dreaming that it had pecked him, and he had started to bleed.

He decided that meant it was a good time to read his letter,
Harry never got any letters addressed to him,

they were always Uncle Vernon’s or Aunt Petunia's and the occasional one to Dudley that was most always from Aunt Marge,

so, he was confused but also excited.

The wax seal made it look very official,
So Harry opened it with care making sure not to rip it anywhere,

That and the fact that it was his first letter ever,

so, he wanted to salvage it.
He began to read, and his eyes were practically bulging out his head by the time he was finished he had to reread it to make sure he got it right,

To Mr Potter,
Gringotts Bank is requesting your presence at any date you are available as we are required to notify you of your inheritances, heirships and lordships. When you arrive at Gringotts please hand any goblin the slip that will accompany this letter and you will begin your meeting with your account manager.

If for any reason you are unable to travel to Diagon Alley to attend this meeting this letter will act as a portkey, to activate please hold the letter in your left hand and speak the word ‘ruby’ and you will arrive at Gringotts.

We look forward to your arrival,

Head of Gringotts Bank
Sharptooth

Harry stared starstruck at the letter and the slip in his hand,

He had never heard of Gringotts Bank before and much less a letter that takes you to the location from a word or a bank run by goblins!
Was that even a real thing?

He wasn’t sure what they meant by Inheritance, heirships or lord thingy ma bobs though,
His parents weren’t that important surely?

Aunt Petunia said they were ‘drunks who hadn’t a care in the world for anything or anyone else’

But then again Aunt Petunia tended to lie a lot, especially to the club she hosted every Thursday.

Harry thought over his options and looked around him,

He had no time to grab anything from Privet Drive before he ran but it’s not like he owned anything anyways.

He read over the letter a couple more times,

rubbing his eyes to make sure it was addressed to him or even real,

He finally gained enough courage and decided he would say the word ‘ruby’.

A feeling set in his stomach, and he felt himself being whisked away before he was met with

much brighter lights than the sun that had been peeking through the boarded-up windows of the shack,

He squinted waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light change before opening them again

and felt his jaw drop open as he was met with beautiful chandeliers on a high ceiling which was being supported by large, marble pillars.

Surely this wasn’t a bank?

It looked far too grand to be a bank of all things, also did he just teleport!?

He was going to ignore that because It was way too much to think about right now,

He looked around again and if his jaw dropped before it was on the floor now because when he looked up,

he saw the coolest-looking creature thing ever!

He assumed these were the goblins the letter was talking about, so he recalled what it told him to do.

Harry awkwardly walked over to the stand the goblin was standing on before speaking,

“Uh, Mr Goblin sir?”

He met the eyes of the Goblin who gave him a look of disdain

“Name?”

The Goblin held an air about him that reminded him of Aunt Petunia, and he shuddered.

“Harry Potter sir”

He watched the Goblin's face contort in a flurry of emotions before returning to the bitter look it was wearing before

“Ok ‘Mr Potter’ Where is your slip or your key?”

His face scrunched up with confusion at the tone used when he said his name but shrugged it off and handed him the slip,

The Goblin examined it for a moment before nodding in what Harry hoped was approvement.

The Goblin had called upon another Goblin, whom he referred to as ‘Griphook’, after approving his slip

The Goblin told him he may also have to prove his identity again because the slip could have been faked

He had asked him why anyone would try to fake his slip because he wasn’t anyone special and the Goblin gave him a look he didn’t understand but he didn’t think of it for long as he was being led away from the main hall by a Goblin he assumed was Griphook,
“Um sorry sir, but are you Griphook?”

The goblin gave him a surprised look before returning to the stone-cold face all goblins tended to share,

Maybe it was something wrong with their zygomaticus major or their zygomaticus minor he pushed the thought away though focusing on the conversation at hand

“Yes, I am in fact Griphook Heir Potter, if I may ask where did you learn my name?”

Harry tore his awe-filled gaze away from the giant staircase that looked like it descended far into the ground and responded,

“Oh! I heard Mr Goblin at the stand call for you so I just assumed it would be you”

If Harry hadn’t been enamoured with the beautiful hallways they were passing by he would have noticed the look that filled Griphook’s face

“We have arrived at my office Heir Potter, please seat yourself anywhere you’d like”

He had only just realised that Griphook had been calling him ‘Heir Potter’ all this time before insisting on him calling him by his first name,

Griphook was taken aback but agreed nonetheless to only calling him Mr Potter

“Because of your popularity Mr Potter you are required to take an inheritance test”

His face showed obvious confusion because Griphooks next words were,

“You are aware you’re the boy who lived right?”

That just made Harry even more confused

“The boy who lived? What does that even mean? And why am I popular?”

After successfully bombarding Griphook with questions he settled down to hear what he had to say,

“When you were just a babe your parents were murdered by,

he-who-must-not-be-named who was killed after he tried to hit you with the Avada Kedavra
which is also known as the killing curse,

except it didn’t kill you which is why you're known as the ‘boy who lived’ because you are the only known person who has survived the killing curse,

In doing that you apparently, only being a babe, defeated a powerful dark wizard who had killed hundreds and was incredibly skilled and talented adding a bit more to your fame,

if you want to see it from my view though,

That title isn’t something you exactly earned by fighting for it,

it was your mother who protected you from the dark lord and fought back,

it is unfair that you’ve had a legacy and a name to live up to thrust upon you whether you like it or not

because your parents were murdered, and you were orphaned.”

Harry’s head was overflowing with emotions and thoughts to the point he thought he might drown in them,

so he voted to share them with Griphook because there was no way he was keeping them all in his head,

“Wait so magics real? I'm not a freak then!”

Griphook frowned even deeper than his normal face

“No, you’re not, who told you that?”

Harry didn’t even register what he had said before it dawned on him,
He opted to ask another question and shove the conversation away

“So, I'm famous because of something terrible that happened to me when I was a baby?”

Harry didn’t understand why people would celebrate such a terrible thing happening to someone,

“Essentially, yes”

He had a lot of problems with that, why should he be a saviour to the world that left him with the Dursleys?
Surely if he was as famous as Griphook was making him out to be someone would have taken him away from them.

“Right Mr Potter I think it’s time we take this Inheritance test”

Harry nodded his head before listening to Griphook's next words,

“Please use the ritual knife on your palm and let your blood drip on the parchment”

Harry obliged watching in amazement as the wound he inflicted upon his hand healed up,

Skin joined back together and smoothed over until it looked like nothing had even happened to him,

It reminded him of what would happen to the small cuts on his body from when Uncle Vernon would go easy on him.

He waited patiently watching words form with the blood he had spilt on the parchment,
This should have weirded him out, but he found it interesting how you could watch the magic work

All the years he thought he was a nobody and freak because he was a little bit weirder than other kids,

But he wasn’t, there was a world out there he belonged to

One that had people like him in it!

His thoughts were cut short by Griphooks voice,
“It’s completed, Mr Potter”

Griphook handed him the parchment that had newly formed words on it.

Birth name: Hadrian James Potter-Black

DOB: July 31st, 1980

Father’s name: James Potter (deceased)

Mother’s name: Lily Potter née Evans (deceased)

Godfather: Sirius Black (imprisoned)

Godmother: (N/A)

Magical Guardian: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (Illegal)

Lordships/Heirships:

Most Noble House of Potter (Father) – Heirship available, Lordship available at 17 or emancipated.

Most Ancient and Noble House of Black (appointed heir by current Lord Black [Sirius Black]) Heirship available, Lordship available at 17 or emancipated.

Vault(s):

View Estate(s) details

Property(s):

View estate(s) details

Magic Alterations: (Compulsions/Blocks/Potions/Spells/Abilities):

Magical Core: 70% blocked by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)

Parseltongue and Parselmagic: 100% blocked by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)

Wandless magic (100% blocked by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)
Dark Magical Core: 100% blocked by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)

Loyalty Potion – keyed to: Albus Dumbledore, Petunia Dursley née Evans, Vernon Dursley, Molly Weasley née Prewett, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Set by A. Dumbledore (0% Broken) (Illegal)

Love Potion – keyed to: Ginevra Weasley. Set by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)

Marriage Contract – Hadrian Potter-Black and Ginevra Weasley – Approved by Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley née Prewett (Illegal)

Friendship compulsion – keyed to: Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. Set by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)

Hatred Spell – keyed to (Slytherin House, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Dark Magic, Dark Lord Tom Riddle (Voldemort, He-who-must-not-be-named). Set by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)

Horcrux (Soul: Tom Marvolo Riddle) Fully Merged)

Blood Glamour. Set by A. Dumbledore (Illegal)

Harry seethed in his seat, convinced he was seeing red

Who was this Albus too-many-names Dumbledore?

And why did he have his entire life planned out for him?
Who were these other people?
And why on earth was he engaged!?

Harry’s head was on full mayhem, questions running around freely making him wonder about his sanity,

“Is there any way I could get these removed Griphook?”

He handed him the parchment and waited till he finished reading

It was quite clear that Griphook was having the same reaction as him as he was muttering under his breath about cursing someone to death,

“These have to be removed at once Mr Potter-Black please follow me”

Griphook led him down the beautiful corridor once again, Harry admired the intricacy of the weapons mounted on the wall,

This continued until Griphook stopped in front of him and led him into a room that appeared to be covered in rune-looking symbols.
Griphook had been speaking to someone for a while before he came over to Harry and asked him to sit in the middle of the runes,

Harry did as he was told seating himself in the centre of the symbols

“This may hurt for a moment Mr Potter-Black but only a moment”

From that comment, Harry braced himself for any pain that would be sent his way,

He felt a shooting pain go up his spine and he stiffened before relaxing his shoulders again as it went as quickly as it came

Griphooks voice sounded out around him,

“Due to your magic deeming Albus Dumbledore an unsuitable magical guardian you are legally emancipated which also means you are available for your lordships”

Griphooks words go over his head as he is still in his daze-like state, so he just gave a nod and lets himself be led away to another room.

By the time they arrive at his Vault he’s fully aware of what’s happening around him, especially after the nauseating cart ride here,

Griphook says some words In a language he doesn’t understand but he watches as the doors slowly open to reveal a mound of…- PURE GOLD?

Harry believes he nearly fainted on the spot until Griphook explained the gold was mined by the Goblins themselves

He is told to summon his lordship ring he needs to say a couple of words so that he does,

“I, Hadrian James Potter-Black lay claim to my Lordship of The Most Noble House of Potter”

A ring flies past him and latches onto his finger before he can blink,

It feels warm and like home.

Griphook leads him further into the vaults until they stop again,

His eyes nearly drop out of their sockets when he sees how much gold lies In this one,

Griphook tells him to repeat the same process

“I, Hadrian James Potter-Black lay claim to my Lordship of The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black”

The same process as before happened except this ring felt like an icy touch and felt as if it was testing him,

Griphook explains that Lordship rings are a sign of status but also have practical uses as well, you can pay with them and they are protectors from poisoned food and compulsions, spells etc.

Sounded neat to Harry.

“If you also wish to you can view your estates”

Harry vigorously nodded, he needed somewhere to stay tonight and the fact he might have somewhere sounded like a dream

“If you could just let me know the closest one to here Griphook?”

Harry didn’t want to have to travel too far, his body was still exhausted from all the running the previous day, which felt like months ago now, and he felt even more drained from the cleansing before

“Number 12 Grimmauld Place is the closest one to here, it is in the heart of London and is about 5 minutes away”

Harry’s luck was skyrocketing,

He got the map from Griphook thanking him repeatedly to the point where he was getting strange looks from the goblins.

Harry had never felt more refreshed in his life and began to head towards Number 12 Grimmauld Place with an unfamiliar sense of belonging in his chest.

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Harry looked down at the map that Griphook had given him before looking back up with a confused glance towards the area that was supposed to be Grimmauld Place but was met with numbers 10 and 8 instead, 

Griphook hadn't mentioned anything like this happening so to say he was immensely confused would be an understatement. 

He knew that the building was there though, 

He could feel the tell-tale feeling of the icy black magic somewhere in the area but he just couldn't pinpoint where 

He urged his magic to follow it, 

As soon as he had gotten his blocks removed at Gringotts he had felt a wave of exhilaration wash over him

and when he questioned Griphook on it he was told,

" It is most likely your soul reconnecting with its magic core at its fullest,

it is understandable to feel happier than usual although do expect it to be a tad bit overwhelming at times due to the nature of your core,

you're most likely to feel more connected to your magic a lot more in the future, if you have any concerns you would like to voice I would be happy to give you all the knowledge I can, 

At a price obviously." 

As soon as he pushed his magic out he felt the cold icy black magic envelop him like a blanket of ancient, dark magic,

Harry, Or was it, Hadrian? could say it practically lulled him to sleep

He felt a low rumbling throughout the ground and his head shot up, 

In the non-existent gap between 10 and 8, an entirely new house had seemingly risen from the ground

and surprise surprise, it was number 11! 

Harry was sensing a running theme of dramatics in magicals, 

He approached the ominous-looking front door with caution because after all 

he had no clue what exactly resided in this house at all. 

He placed his hand on the doorknob and twisted, letting the door swing open before he gently placed his hand on it again and closed it, 

 which effectively shut him out of the rest of the world and left him alone in a house that belonged to unknown people.

Honestly, Harry's luck was never-ending!

The first thing he acknowledged was the unbelievable amount of dust in the air, 

he wondered how many years it had truly been since anyone had even opened the front door of this home, 

the second thing he had acknowledged was the sound of curtains opening proceeded by the manic screaming of a lady in a portrait which was understandably quite hard to not acknowledge

"YOU FILTHY HORRIBLE MUDBLOODS! YOU GHASTLY WENCHES! REPULSIVE BLOOD-TRAITORS! OUT! OUT! OUT! ALL OF YOU! I WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH IMPURITY IN THE ANCESTRAL HOME OF BLACK! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! LEAVE AT ONCE I COMMAND YOU!" 

Harry's ears were practically bleeding by the time the woman had seized her shouting and realised that there was nobody there except Harry, 

"BOY! Who are you? And how on earth did you gain access to this house!" 

Harry tried to remember the short Pureblood Etiquette lesson Griphook had attempted to give him after he had asked why he had to use such posh words and his full name. 

"Hadrian James Potter-Black, Heir to House Potter and House Black Ma'am. Forgive me miss but I haven't been introduced to you just yet?"

The scowl that had seemed like it permanently resided on the woman's face had eased up a bit, to harry's relief god forbid what would have happened if it didn't, 

"Walburga Black, What is this about you being Heir to House Black? And House Potter at that?" 

Harry winced at the realisation that this was Sirius' Mother and her tone but continued nevertheless,

"I am appointed Heir by your son, Sirius Black, and I am by blood Heir Potter being the only remaining descendant." 

The cacophony of curses that left Walburga's mouth beat that of anything Uncle Vernon had managed, 

"That Useless boy! Can't even make his own offspring, Lazy! Immature! Unbelievable! The sheer audacity that boy has!" 

Harry wasn't quite sure who Sirius Black was at this point just that he was his godfather but he was beginning to think that the man might not be mentally sound if this was his mother, 

"Where is the boy anyway?  Or is he so determined to run away from all his responsibilities that he made you come on your own?"

"He is imprisoned at the moment, I came here on my own accord." 

He wasn't exactly lying to her it's not as if he had anywhere else to go in whilst in his state of exhaustion! It's her fault her house was so close.

"They put my boy in Azkaban!? This is ridiculous! A petty crime! Unbelievable! That soft-hearted child is not capable of doing anything that could land him in Azkaban!" 

Harry didn't know what Azkaban was but he assumed it was some type of prison considering the only thing he told her was that her son had been imprisoned. 

"How long ago was this?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, 

"I'm unaware, I've never met the man" 

She narrowed her eyes at him and he felt himself gulp back a whimper of fear, 

"You mean to tell me that he gave the Black Heirship to a child he's never met and then gets chucked in Azkaban?" 

Harry Scoured his mind for something to get him out of this

"No! I lied, Well sort of, I have met the man just not that I can remember I was only a baby so he must have been imprisoned then!" 

She contemplated this, 

"The Potter Heir boy was always close to him apparently from what Regulus told me so its no wonder he'd want the heirship to go to you instead of anyone on the other Black side" 

Harry wondered who Regulus was before understanding it must be a sibling or a family friend, 

Although he thought it would be more likely to be a sibling, he was beginning to see a pattern in the star-based names in the family of Black,

"So if my son was Imprisoned since you were a baby who has looked after you?" 

Harry was wishing she hadn't said that because now he only had two options, tell her the truth she gets mad and calls him a blood-traitor thingy ma bob whilst simultaneously demanding he gives his Heirship to someone who deserves it or He lies and she figures it out and he suffers her wrath even more than he usually would. 

"My muggle relatives" 

The look bestowed upon Walburga Black's face is one Harry will remember forever, 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR MUGGLE RELATIVES!? That is purely unacceptable! I will not stand for it! An Heir to Most Ancient and Most Noble House Black living with mere muggles!? I demand you stay here and let me teach you the ways of a true heir to an esteemed pureblood house! What is happening to the wizarding world? They dare to leave an heir to The Black House with muggles when there are perfectly respectable Pureblood Households to place him with!?"

Harry paused at the last part, 

"Someone could have taken me away from there? Like 100% no consequences or hassle taken me away?" 

reminding him of his conversation with Griphook earlier he rethought, 

If he was as famous as Griphook had made him out to be paired with the fact he was heir to two notable houses according to Walburga, why had nobody taken him away? why had nobody saved him from the hell that was the Dursley Household? 

If this Wizarding World thought he was going to be their little saviour they had another thing coming,

"By law, if a magical child is of significant Importance or heir to a house they are unable to remain with a muggle family as they need to indulge in the magical world. so Yes you should have been taken away!" 

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing, 

"I refuse to allow you to return them however because if they are dressing you in such rags they are not doing a very good job, considering also your serious malnutrition and your complexion is that of a ghost." 

Harry wasn't going to argue with her about returning to the Dursley's but the reminder of the damage they actually did and how they treated him was not one he liked that much, 

"We will get you your robes as soon as possible, I do not want you dishonouring the home of my fathers walking through it as if you live in slums." 

Ok, Harry took some minor offence to that, 

"Kreacher!" 

Harry heard a pop behind him and spun around to see what made the noise before meeting eye-to-eye with a creature indeed and one that was very much in his face, his head was swarming with questions and he began to feel his head become dizzier so he did what any smart gentleman would do and promptly passed out. 

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Hi so basically I can physically not write this anymore I have no plot I can't write and I don't know what I'm doing! every time I look at this on my dashboard it makes me stressed and irritated so I'm just gonna orphan it, I'm really sorry if you wanted more chapters but I can't do the commitment of uploading very often, my mocks are over and now I have the stress of my actual GSCE's to worry about. You are welcome to continue this story if you'd like but I cant <3 very sorry i hope nobody holds it against me again sorry.