Slowly the parchment absorbed the liquid and words started to write itself.
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Name: Harry James Potter
Born: July 31, 1980
Father: James Charlus Potter (deceased)
Mother: Lily Marie Potter née Evans (deceased)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black III (Incarcerated - Azkaban Prison)
Godmother: Alice Longbottom née Fortescue (Long-term Care Ward - St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries)
Inheritances
Potter
Heir Vault ( Vault 687 ) : 8,000 G - topped up 1,000 G every year since birth, Lily's School Books
Main Vault ( Vault 136 ) : 231,895,790 G 16 S 12 K, Ancient Tomes & Scrolls, Magical Artefacts, Armour & Weapons, Potter Family Cloak (Missing)
Potter Manor - Wiltshire County, England (296,526.5 acres of Property)
Potter Cottage (Burned Down) - Godric's Hollow, West Country, England
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"Hmm. Interesting. A family heirloom is missing." Handing the parchment over to the young Potter he pressed a button on the side of the table.
While Harry was still gaping at the fact he was not poor and in fact he was filthy rich, another goblin finally arrived and conversed with Longblade.
'Holy Mewtwo. I'm stinking rich.' Harry was still trying to clear his head of the number of galleons he was seeing. 'I will need to look into the family manor's location.'
"It is an oversight on our part that we had not noticed that a family heirloom has not been properly returned. We will of course rectify this immediately and summon the item in question directly to the family vault free of charge. With your permission, Mr. Potter?" The ancient goblin sternly reminded Harry of his presence once more.
"Ahem, yes please, of course. Also I would like to know if there are ways that I can go to Potter Manor?" He quickly returned from his woolgathering and asked politely.
"You have, Mr. Potter. The family ring acts as a reusable portkey, or in other words it will bring you directly at the gate." While attending to the Potter scion, the messenger goblin went back out to summon the missing cloak. Longblade then pulled out an ornate box, the Potter Family insignia carved onto it. It depicted two prancing griffins facing each other on a field of red and white.
"Now, while not Nobles, the Potter Family has always looked out for its family members and has commissioned this family ring, to be worn by all family members in case of emergencies. Copies of this ring are of course returned to the main vault in case of death of the wearer. At this moment I only have conjectures as to why young James and Lily were not able to use their rings. Perhaps events have progressed so fast that they were not able to or that a powerful anti-portkey ward was cast on that fateful night in Godric's Hollow. This ring after all will pass through all but the strongest of wards." Longblade handed over the box.
Harry nodded at the goblin's words staring at the box for a moment but quickly steeled himself and opened it. Inside was a simple yet elegant ring with the now familiar Potter insignia carved on its face. Harry wore it on his middle left finger and it automatically resized to fit him.
"To activate the ring, simply say 'Potter Manor' and it will bring you to its gates directly. Also, this is a new key to your heir vault. Do not lose it. Replacements are costly to make. All other keys prior to this one are automatically voided access to your vaults. The main family key is kept safe here at Gringgot's Bank and will only be given to you at the day you turn seventeen, the legal age the human wizards have set to claim inheritance. Ah, yes, here it is. The Potter Family Cloak." There was a knock at the door and a different goblin this time came in and was carrying a piece of shimmering cloth. The goblin directly handed it to the human child and bowed before immediately leaving, done with his duty as messenger.
Harry prodded the odd cloth for a moment and was mesmerised by its soft and etherial quality. He stood up and tried wearing it and to his astonishment he became invisible from the neck down.
"How..?"
"The Potter Family Invisibility Cloak has been in the family for many centuries. It is typically passed down from father to son and I would not doubt young James would have given it you just the same as his own father passed it down to him. Now, do you want the cloak to be put in the main vault or bring it with you? Of course, if you lose it summoning it again will be our pleasure…for a price." The ancient goblin grinned nastily at him like he was hoping he would bring it outside the safety of the bank and lose it. Harry gulped and carefully folded the cloak and gave it to Longblade. The greedy goblin sighed as if saying 'Pity'.
"If there is nothing else, Mr. Potter?"
"Aside from taking a some gold from my vault there is none. That would be all. Thank you for your assistance."
"Very good. Sharpclaw will be waiting for you outside to guide you down to your vault. Until we meet again. May your gold remain forever flowing, Mr. Potter." Confused for a moment he quickly composed his own words.
"And may your enemies tremble at the sight of your blade, Mr. Longblade." The goblin grinned toothily at his reply showing off all his sharp teeth and gestured him through the door.
Harry had been in the bank a long time and it was already nearing dinner time after he was finished with his business with the goblins.
Carrying his pouch of galleons he looked for Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. He was really hungry and hadn't had anything to eat all afternoon. Listening in on some people's thoughts for a few moments he finally got lucky and got his directions. Getting to his destination he quickly went inside and looked at the menu. Picking a slice of delicious meat pie and a bowl of classic chocolate ice cream he waited at a table near the windows to people watch and pick up on their thoughts.
'The Boy-Who-Lived! I missed him at Flourish and Blott's…'
'Sigh, I need more kneazle treats. Galileo sure is gaining in weight but I can't help that he's so cute when begs for his treats."
'Wait, is that the Minister? Oh, they just have the same hat. It's all the rage these days.'
'You will have your due, Neville Longbottom. Mark my words.'
The last one got a bit of his attention. He learned that Neville Longbottom was the Boy-Who-Lived, who vanquished some Dark Lord fellow when he was but a babe. They almost have the same birth dates actually. Quickly looking for the person who has a personal vendetta against Longbottom, he saw he was hiding behind a dark alley. He couldn't really see that far and his cloak was obscuring his face. Maybe the boy hero still has many enemies out there for getting rid of the big bad Dark wizard.
His order finally floated its way to him - did he mention he loved magic? - and he enthusiastically devoured his meat pie quickly forgetting about the hooded wannabe villain character. It wasn't his concern what enemies the Boy-Who-Lived had after all.
'Boy-Who-Lived' Harry snorted. What a silly name. No wonder he has bad guys after him.
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Finishing his meal Harry now had to decide as it was getting dark. Did he go back to the Dursleys or not? He snorted. It was never a decision. Why go back there when he has a perfectly gorgeous manor waiting for him in Wiltshire?
Harry made himself invisible and Teleported outside just inside an alley near The Leaky Cauldron where he first landed in the morning.
Steadying his breath he clearly stated into his Potter Family ring.
"Potter Manor!"
Immediately he felt a tug in his navel followed by a sensation of being pulled through a thin tube. It was thoroughly unpleasant. After what felt like hours but was only a few seconds in reality, he impacted the ground hard.
"Unggh." That was a horrible way to teleport. He retched into his hand trying to hold in his dinner. He really was regretting portkeying just after eating a hearty meal. After making sure his dinner was still safe in his tummy, Harry gingerly stood up and gaped at the enormous gates in front of him. It was huge! They're more like castle gates.
"Master Potter! Oh, Master Potter be's returning!" A squeaky voice sounded out from just nearby.
"Wha..? Who's there?!"
"It is being Tilly, Master Potter, sir. Over here!"
He finally located the voice to his left. It was a small creature a few inches shorter than him. It has big bulging blue eyes and big flappy ears. The creature wore white shirt and pants with the Potter crest sewn over the chest.
Harry carefully walked over to it and slowly knelt in front of it.
"Your name is Tilly?"
"Yes, Master Potter! Tilly is being my name." The…thing…nodded enthusiastically.
"Ahem. I'm sorry but…what exactly are you?"
"Tilly is being a house elf, sir."
"I…see. And what does a house elf like yourself do?"
"Oh, a house elf does lots of things, sir. A good house elf cleans and cooks and take cares of their masters!"
"Okay…and I assume you work for the Potters?"
"Oh yes! Tilly is being a proud Potter elf, he does." The excitable house elf nodding, his ears flapping this way and that. "But…sniff…Master Potter is the only Master now…sniff. Master James and Mistress Lily did not come back." The elf suddenly said pitifully. Harry features softened.
"Hey, it's alright Tilly. I also can't remember Master James and Mistress Lily. But we have together now right?" He said feeling his chest tighten a bit. After all this time he still wanted to have a loving family. "Maybe you could be my family, Tilly? And please call me Harry."
"Ohhh…sniff…Master Harry is so good to Tilly! Tilly would be honoured to be called Master's family." Tilly smiled a happy smile now that his master was back and was also including him as family.
"Good." Harry returned Tilly's smile and stood up. He gave the elf a one-armed hug which Tilly happily reciprocated. "Now Tilly we have a bit of a problem. How do I open the gates?"
"That's being easy, sir! Come, Tilly will show you."
Tilly guided Harry in front of the huge gates facing the family emblem.
"Sir just has to put his hand on the griffins and it will take some of sir's blood. If the gate be accepting sir's blood then the gate will open!"
"I see." Harry took a deep breath and stepped forward. The Potter emblem was the same as on the ring except it was hundred of times larger. Deciding the placement of his hand didn't matter he laid his left palm flat on one of the griffins. Suddenly there was a sharp pain and it was like his hand was stuck on the metal. After a few seconds of feeling his blood being sucked the gate finally released his hand and gave out a soft clanging sound. Cradling his aching palm close he looked up and saw that the gates were slowly opening.
"Master did it!"
"Ye…yeah." Why does the magical artefacts need blood all the time anyway.
As the gates finished moving slightly inward enough to let him pass he looked down at his elf companion and said.
"Hey Tilly. Don't be surprised okay? And please don't tell anyone what you see." He let out a bit of a stern voice to portray his seriousness.
"Tilly understands. Tilly will protect Master Potter's secrets!" His elf friend nodded seriously.
"Alright. Stand back please."
Tilly obeyed. It was but a moment for Harry to transform into Mewtwo.
"Gasp!" Tilly was surprised and excited! His Master was an elf! Well, not exactly. Master Potter looked more dangerous than an ordinary house elf. And Master was floating!
Harry didn't pay attention to the elf. He was scouring his vast stored memories for something that can heal him.
'There! Okay it seems easy enough. It's not as powerful as Rest but it won't make the user sleepy.'
Harry concentrated his energies and concentrated on what he wanted to happen.
'Recover!'
Tilly was jumping up and down as Master Harry was enveloped in a harsh white light. It felt powerful magic! Tilly has never seen anything like it before.
As the lightshow finally went out he opened his eyes and looked at his left hand. Smiling he saw that it was completely healed. Floating back down he instantly transformed back into a human.
"Master Harry is amazing! Tilly can't wait to tell the others." The little elf clapped his hands.
Harry was amused. Wait.. "the others?"
"Oh, yes! Master be meeting all Potter house elfses. Come!"
And with that Harry was dragged into his new home.
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