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Harry felt like the calm before a storm. He had gotten all the Horcruxes but two. The only two left were himself and that damn snake. He hoped this would work. He had figured out that He was staying at Malfoy manor and had to move fast.
He had figured out, with the help of Gringotts, that when Voldemort attacked that faith-full night, a part of Voldy's soul had reached him and was now implanted in the ugly lightning scar on his forehead.
He had a plan figured out. if the plan works great, if not. well, he could always kill him.
he had apparently always been able to not attend this war, but some stupid people had the need to interfere and now he had to fix everything.
it all started with Gringotts,
*flashback*
Harry was lying down on the dirty floor of his room. He had pain all over his body and his vision was groggy. his body was stiff from his recent beating from Vernon because he accidentally burned the sauce for dinner. It wasn't like he could re-do it, but NO he had to get beaten almost to death.
He looked to the clock
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Pure pain surged throughout his whole body, but not enough to scream. I'd say that it would only get worse. After the pain was sustained he carefully sat up.
He heard a ticking noise from the window. With great difficulty, he stood up and walked to the window. Outside was an owl with a letter on it.
Harry let it in and saw the familiar great on it. Gringos.
"What would they want..?"
dear Mr. Harry Orion James Potter.
We would like to congratulate you on your creature inheritance. We would like to inform you that you are a very rare speech and we will be asking for your assistance here in the bank for information and details.
We would also like to inform you in pressing matters that unconditional and illegal withdrawals have been taken from your vaults and usage of your properties has been discovered. We hope to inform you of more details in place. Hoppe your gold will overflow and your weapons stay sharp. Griphook, manager of potter vaults and properties.
Ps. This letter is a port key. Just Tell the word "griffin" and you will be teleported to the gates of Gringotts bank. Ask for a Griphook and say it is about you.
After reading it Harry took a bag with clothes he had secretly bought and brought an outfit that he could wear. Before he started to dress in clothes that were better than the rags Dursleys gave him, his injuries made themselves known again.
" OK.first rap them up then Gringotts..."
After Harry was done he took the letter am uttered the word "griffin".
He felt the pull under his navel and everything started spinning.
After landing rather clumsily in an office he looked up to see the face of an irritated goblin.
"Greetings. Mr potter-black I assume?" the goblin, that he assumed was, Griphook greeted,' Black I'm not a black... I'm I?'
"I'm just a potter as far as I know...?"
"That is not what I have in my documents," Griphook gruffly answers.
"Well my godfather is Sirius black but I'm not bloody related to him," he asked him a little more confused now
"Mr. Potter-black, don't you know that after someone becomes the official godparent, and after the child's 5th week, they blood adopts the child. It's more common around purebloods ranks. It's insurance that even if the mainline dies out, the line will be kept. So in other words, as it says here, after 6 weeks off your birth you had 4 godparents while 1 of them was the official one. And that one was lord black," Griphook finished his explanation.
"I understand," Harry said, he understood but was confused. He remembers a talk he had in his third year with Seamus. He had said that his mom's, after not getting pregnant the "normal" way, had gotten a donor and the other mom had blood adopted him after he was born. He had told him that after the blood adoption most of his donor's features dispersed and he looked like both his moms.
(Not Canon but vibe with it)
" If that is out of the way I would like to get to the point of why you're here. As you finally showed up with our letter we will have to discuss all the matters that you missed since you have no legal responsibility for them. Do you understand?" Griphook said.
"Yes. All but one thing. What did you mean by 'finally?' As far as I know this is the first letter I have gotten from Gringotts," Harry answered. He had started to feel more and more confused, but also worried. It was that gut feeling he got when he got bad news. And that didn't sound more positive than negative.
" We have been trying to reach you since your 4th year. All the letters we tried to send you we didn't get a response to or it simply was sent back unopened. Were you not aware that with your participation in the tournament you became legally off age and would be needed to come into the bank to accept your heir rings, And now when you're seventeen, and as there is no potter lord you will be the new Lord Potter if the rings accept you. The headmaster or other authority would be obliged to inform you of this!" In the end, Griphook got a more upset and concerned look in his eyes.
" I wonder. Mr potter-black. As this is more than what we called you in for, I think it would be proper to propose that you do an inheritance test. In it, you will see your blood bonds as a blood-related family, information on your health, and more specifically if you're under any compulsions or potions that are both from your past and in working. Do you consent to this?"
The goblin looked at Harry with a look that said more than it should have. It had a concern, worry, and even some anger in it. Harry thought about it and came up with the conclusion that it would only be for his benefit.
"Yes. I will do it. Will there be any cost? And if there is something that I don't want in or on me, will you be able to get rid of it?"
"Yes, we have curse breakers, healers, and ritual masters to help our clients. We take this at most important so we look to take the utmost precision for our clients well being" after the goblin spoke Harry decided he would do it.
Harry's pov
After some more explaining of the different rituals and more of the written consent if needed he was ready to take the test.
"Now Mr potter-black you'll need to drop 7 drops of blood on the test to achieve test results."
After Harry cut his non-dominant hand palm and let them drop on the parchment till it had counted to 7 drops. As soon as the last drop reached the paper his wound healed. the goblin took the paper to overlook it, his eyes widened at the content on the paper.
"I think those cleansings are needed more than I thought. Mr potter- black. you need immediate cleansing, to this level of blocks and compulsions it's a wonder you are alive..."
Griphook immediately jumped down from his chair and choed Harry into a big ritual room. Harry was confused with what was going on but he trusted the goblin and did as he was instructed.
Another goblin that introduced herself as scrap-claw instructed that Harry would switch clothes to a white gown and then lay down on a stone altar in the middle of the room.
"Ok little one, you will have to drink two potions, one for sleep and one for pain. Both don't taste too good but you'll need to drink both. you will be asleep till I will give you the cure for the sleeping potion. you'll need to take the pain potion because the blocks, bindings, potions, and compulsions have been part of you for a very long time. we will have to take them all at once and it will hurt, but the positions will reduce the pain, not take it away but it will be less. Do you consent to both these options or do you wish for other alternatives?"
"No. It sounds good. one question though. When I take the sleep potion will I get nightmares?" One of the many reasons why he always had bags under his eyes was nightmares, always there, waiting for him to drift off to attack.
"necessarily not. normally you wouldn't, but if you have a similar heritage to a seer you probably would, but let's not focus on that. and if the information is right you are not a sear." as scrap-claw pushed the first position in his hand. it was some kind of dark-gray ich color and smelled of old socks. Harry downed it and discovered that it also tasted like old socks.
"Now for the sleeping potion, you will have to lay down for this one."
She gives him the last potion and Harry downed it like the others. Before Harry could try to figure out what it tasted like black dots started to show up. Soon everything went black.