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Harry awoke half an hour before midnight on his birthday ready to celebrate alone as he had done since living with his relatives. As the minutes crept by his skin grew hot not unbearably so but enough to make his palms sweat and for him to kick off his lone blanket. The closer to midnight he got the hotter his skin grew until it felt like he was being boiled from the inside out. With heaving breaths between gritted teeth Harry pushed himself off his bed. On shaky legs he made his way to the little en suite. If he had the strength he would have crawled into the porcelain tub and turned the water on but he had barely made it to the cool tile floor. With the last of his strength he peeled off his sweat soaked shirt and pressed himself to the floor desperate to cool the fire in his blood.
The sun was rising when he opened his eyes again, filling the room with pinks and oranges. Arms shaking he peeled himself off the floor and crawled to the shower. Once he had gotten the dried sweat off his skin he wandered back into his bedroom. The blanket was bunched up at the bottom of his bed, the sheets were twisted and came off one of the corners from his thrashing, but on his pillow sat a letter.
“What the fuck.” His voice was raw and throat was dry making him sputter and cough. Sucking in a deep breath he made his way over to the letter. The Gringotts seal was embossed on the paper making him pause.
He had only been to Gringotts once a year to pick up money to buy his needed school supplies but he never spoke to anyone there beyond asking for access to his vault. Opening and reading through the letter made his stomach drop.
Dear Mister Potter,
There are important matters regarding your vaults and heirships that we have been trying to reach you about. All letters have been returned unopened. Attached to this letter is a portkey, grab hold of it and say Gringotts.
May your enemies fall at your feet,
Mavern
Head of Gringotts London England
Grabbing the coin that had come in the letter Harry rubbed it between his fingers, a little voice in the back of his head said he should tell Dumbledore that it could be a trick. He shook his head, scattering those thoughts. Gringotts had no interest in the affairs of the wizarding world, they never took a stance in the first war with Voldemort or the war with Grindelwald. Both times they remained neutral.
“Gringotts!” The familiar tug at his navel made his stomach protest as he was pulled to Gringotts.
Opening his eyes he looked around the bank, there were a handful of goblins working but none of them paid him any mind.
“Mister Potter.” A male goblin approached him. “Mavern is waiting for you in her office.” With that the goblin turned on his heel and led Harry though the twisting hallway until they reached a set of double doors made out of dark wood with gold and silver inlays. Knocking once the goblin opened the door gesturing for Harry to step in. Once inside the door was closed behind him.
The office was illuminated with candles casting the corners into deep shadow. The furniture was all made out of the same dark wood as the door with intricate silver work. Behind the large desk sat a female goblin with long dark hair and glasses perched on the end of her nose.
“Ah, Mister Potter, please sit.” Mavern smiled at him, her sharp teeth gleaming in the candlelight as Harry took a seat. “It is most unusual for people to ignore letters from us.” Harry flushed, feeling scolded even if he had never received the letters and thus never had the chance to ignore them.
“I never received any letters. If I had, I would have come.” She stared at him for a moment before her eyes narrowed.
“Good, it is unwise to ignore those who control your money.” Harry nodded in agreement. “Now onto the matter at hand-”
“Vaults and heirships your letter said but I am afraid you might have something incorrect, I only have one vault and I’ve never heard of an heirship.” Mavern shot him a look.
“I do not know who you have been speaking to but whoever it was lied to you.” Pulling out a piece of parchment and a silver knife Mavern slid the knife across the table.
“Lied to me?”
“I can not tell you more until I confirm your identity, now a drop of blood will suffice.” The last time Harry had his blood spilt Voldemort had risen again. “You are wise to keep your blood to yourself, you have seen first hand what blood can do. Do not let that fear prevent you from using the power that flows in your blood.” Nodding he grabbed the knife and pressed it to the top of his pointer finger. Squeezing a drop onto the parchment he clutched his hand to his chest as he watched the blood seep into the paper.
“What do you know about your family?” The question caught him off guard. What did he know about them? He knew his parents' names and when they died he knew what they looked like. But was never told their birthdays. Then his grandparents he knew even less about Mr and Mrs. Potter and Mr and Mrs. Evans. He knew his grandfather’s name was Fleamont but he didn’t know his grandmother’s and he had never known his mother’s parent’s names.
“Very little.” He answered finally. Mavern’s jaw tightened but she nodded.
“I was with your mother when she got her own inheritance test done. I know these kinds of things can be alarming to wizards, you are so unlike goblins.” She muttered the last part. “But know this blood never lies. No matter how difficult it might be, blood tells only the truth.
Finally black text started to appear on the parchment, letter by letter came in until the parchment was full.
Name: Hardian James Potter, Marquess of Flüsse Kreuzen Einander
Age: 15
Birthday: July 31st
Blood Status: Pureblood
Core type: Dark
Mother: Lily Potter nee Van de Vijver, Marchioness of Flüsse Kreuzen Einander (Deceased)
Father: James Potter, Lord Potter (Deceased)
Grandmother (Paternal): Euphemia Potter, Lady Potter (Deceased)
Grandfather (Paternal): Fleamont Potter, Lord Potter (Deceased)
Grandmother (Maternal): Lina Van de Vijver, Marchioness of Flüsse Kreuzen Einander (Deceased)
Grandfather (Maternal): Adam Van de Vijver, Marquess of Flüsse Kreuzen Einander (Deceased)
Godfather: Sirius Black
Godfather: Remus Lupin
Godfather: Archduke Lucius Malfoy of Flussgebiete, Lord Malfoy, Lord Black
Godmother: Alice Longbottom
Godmother: Archduchess Narcissa Malfoy of Flussgebiete, nee Black, Lady Malfoy, Lady Black
Heritage:
Heir Potter
Marquess of Flüsse Kreuzen Einander
Potions and Spells:
Magical Core Block- 75% Cast by Albus Dumbledore Broken
Loyalty Spell Keyed to Albus Dumbledore Cast by Albus Dumbledore
Lower Intelligence Cast by Albus Dumbledore
Horcrux Cast by Tom Riddle
Compulsion Spell Keyed to Hate Slytherin House and The Malfoy Family
Harry gaped like a fish for a while before he spoke. There were so many things he had questions about that he might as well work his way down the list.
“What is Flüsse Kreuzen Einander?”
“It’s Veela lands, your mother-” She signed, taking off her glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “She was kidnapped after her parents were killed. Your mother was half Veela, Lina, your grandmother, was a witch but Adam, your grandfather, he was a full blooded Veela.”
“My mother was half Veela, so I’m what a quarter?” Mavern nodded. “So what, the burning I felt on my birthday was me coming into my creature heritage?” Mavern blinked at him like he was an idiot.
“One is either born a creature or they never become one, well save werewolves and vampires. Like a frog does not become a fish at a certain point those things just do not happen. No, what you felt was the completion of your magical core. The reason it hurt so bad was because it was forcing its way through the blocks that had been put on you.” Harry nodded along, it made sense he supposed.
“So Lucius and Narcissa are Veela royalty?” She nodded.
“Lucius is the only son of the current Empress of all the Veelas once she dies he will become the Emperor. I, though, am not up to date on all of the aspects of the Veela nobility.” Brilliant he had made enemies with the future Emperor of the Veelas wonderful just wonderful. And he was part of this Veela nobility, he knew enough muggle history to know what happened to nobles the Emperor hated. Pushing that from his mind he focused again on the last portion of the parchment.
“Can you clear me of these spells and whatever a horcrux is.” Mavern went pale as she snatched the parchment.
“You have been lied to more than I had thought.” She said gravely.