Chapter 2: The Unveiling of the Legacy
Episode 2: The Hidden Lineage
The small candlelight flickered on Harry Potter's desk as he sat, stunned, staring at the letter before him. His fingers trembled as he held it, a peculiar sense of finality settling in his chest. The letter, delivered by a goblin from Gringotts, had not arrived with the usual sense of formality or excitement. No, this letter was different—ominous, charged with an energy that felt both ancient and heavy.
He had been summoned. The goblins had called for him to come, for a matter that could no longer be ignored. After everything that had happened—after the endless betrayals and the pain of losing his parents—Harry thought he had seen it all. But now, his world was about to be shattered once again.
His mind still raced, reflecting back to the days when he had begun to suspect the truth. Dumbledore's cryptic words, the constant oversight by the Weasleys, and the strange sense of emptiness that plagued him—all pointed to something much larger, much darker. They had kept secrets from him, lied to him, and he had known. But now, the truth was finally within his grasp.
The letter, written in an elegant, flowing script, spoke of a test—a test Harry had never been given. A test that would determine his true name, his true identity. He wasn't just Harry Potter, the orphaned boy who had survived Voldemort's curse. He wasn't just the boy who lived. According to the goblins, he was far more than that.
As Harry made his way to the deepest vaults of Gringotts, he felt a sense of purpose fill him—a purpose he had never known. The goblins, as ancient as the vaults themselves, had kept the secrets of House Avalon, the royal bloodline hidden from the magical world. But the goblins had known, and now they were ready to reveal everything.
The goblin who greeted Harry at the entrance to the vaults was grizzled, with sharp yellow eyes that gleamed with knowledge. His name was Griphook, and Harry knew he was among the most trusted of the goblin clan.
"Potter," Griphook said, his voice gravelly. "Your lineage is not what you were told. Your blood is not simply wizarding. There is much more to you than meets the eye."
Harry followed the goblin in silence, the heavy doors of the vaults groaning open as they entered. The atmosphere was thick with power, an aura of ancient magic that made the hairs on Harry's neck stand on end.
"Place your hand here," Griphook instructed, motioning to an ancient stone pedestal etched with runes that glowed faintly.
Harry obeyed, feeling a pulse of power rush through him as his hand made contact with the stone. The air seemed to hum, vibrating with untold energy. The pedestal crackled, and the runes swirled to life. The magic that flowed through the vault was unlike anything Harry had ever felt—it was older, deeper, and more profound than anything he had encountered in the wizarding world.
Suddenly, the pedestal flared brightly, and a voice, deep and echoing, filled the room.
"Harry James Alistair Potter, first of his name, Duke of Avalon, Lord of the Lost Kingdom, Heir to the Throne of House Avalon."
Harry staggered back, his heart racing. He had been prepared for a revelation, but not like this. He wasn't just a Potter. He was a Duke, a lord of a forgotten kingdom, a prince with a bloodline tied to something far beyond the borders of wizarding society.
"Not a mere human," Griphook continued, his voice low, "but a being born of both magical and royal heritage, your bloodline traces to the ancient Avalon kingdom, a place lost to time and power. You were never meant to be raised as a common wizard. Your heritage—your true name—was concealed to protect you, but the time has come for you to know who you truly are."
Harry's mind raced. He wasn't a mere boy anymore—he was royalty, a ruler of a lost kingdom. But even more disturbing was the revelation that he was not entirely human. A part of him had always known he was different, but this... this was something entirely new. He could feel it now—the magic that surged through his veins, ancient and wild, calling to him.
"And there's more," Griphook added, his eyes gleaming with knowledge. "Your father, James Potter, arranged for marriage contracts—contracts binding you to various princesses of other realms, other kingdoms. But these aren't just any princesses. They are beings not of this world—creatures, royal entities that transcend humanity."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. His father had arranged for him to marry not only royalty but beings that were not even human. There was so much Harry hadn't known. The web of politics and alliances his father had set in motion—his true destiny—was far grander, and more complex, than anything Harry had imagined.
"These marriages were part of a plan, a safeguard to bind your bloodline to the throne of Avalon. They were meant to protect you, to solidify your reign and your legacy," Griphook continued. "But it seems your guardians—Dumbledore and the Weasleys—knew little of this. They failed to see what you truly are."
The weight of those words hit Harry like a hammer. He had always known there had been something off about how they treated him, how they had placed him in that cursed cupboard and abandoned him to the Dursleys. Dumbledore had used him for his own purposes, and the Weasleys—Ron, in particular—had been complicit in the deception. He had been the puppet, and they had pulled the strings.
His blood boiled with the desire for revenge, for justice. It wasn't just about reclaiming his birthright; it was about confronting those who had lied to him, used him, and betrayed him. He would make them all pay for what they had done.
The letter had arrived with more than just the revelation of his true name. It had set him on a path, one that would lead him back to Avalon, back to the seat of his power. And it wasn't just a kingdom he was reclaiming. It was his life, his family, and his future.
As the magical aura of the vault faded, Griphook stepped back, his eyes unreadable.
"The world will change, Potter. But the question is: Will you embrace your destiny or let it slip away into the shadows?"
Harry stood there, taking in the full magnitude of what had been revealed. The anger within him was palpable, a fire burning brightly. He knew what he had to do next.
But as he turned to leave, the goblin's final words echoed in his ears, a warning wrapped in the words of fate.
End of Episode 2
Hidden Message: "The throne is not simply a seat; it is the beginning of an endless war. Trust no one—especially those who claim to be allies. The past always catches up."