Thread: Heir To the Throne - a Harry Potter FanFiction

Heir to the Throne Ch 8 Surprises part one Harry sighed feeling peaceful and relaxed and he shifted on a bed of soft down, dressed in silk pajamas once again and he smiled a little looking up at the Seraphim sitting on the edge of the bed smiling softly at him. Aramithrial. Harry breathed softly, snuggling up into the Angel. Most people he couldn't bare to have touch him, let alone cuddle, but the Seraphim...oh he made Harry feel warm, safe and calm. He snuggled further into the Angel, and a warm, soft, silky wing wrapped around him, relaxing they both. You don't mind me holding you? Aramithrial asked Harry who shook his head and smiled into the Angels chest. So, you're either Tom Riddle, Blaise Zabini, or Draco Malfoy. he mumbled softly. Feeling Aramithrial tense a bit let Harry know that he was right. What makes you think that? the Angel asked softly and Harry chuckled softly. Don't worry Aramithrial. Harry assured him as he ran his fingers over the Angels feathers making the Seraphim croon softly and run his fingers through Harry's hair in kind. I won't make you tell me who you are. I have to choose between you three with an unbiased opinion. If I don't, then how will I know it's real? Aramithrial relaxed again and resumed his attentions - stroking and preening, making the Gryffindor melt into the Angel further. Harry, My Harry. Aramithrial murmured softly nuzzling the boy. I fear for you. he admitted softly shaking his head. I do not know how to protect you, I do not know if I can. Every ounce of my being wants to be by your side to protect you, yet I know that discovery would only jeopardize us more. he said in a frustrated sigh as he nuzzled others neck, breathing in deeply and allowing the scent to reduce his tension. This made Harry smile with glee into the Angel hair. Don't worry Aramithrial. he murmured again running his fingers down the others neck carefully tracing the skin trying to memorize the feeling of the flesh, even though he knew it was pointless. I won't get hurt, I promise. he murmured softly nuzzling him as if they where both birds. You can come to me anytime and hold me. he promised sighing softly as he curled up in the others lap. It felt good to be the one who was being protected instead of being the one who had to protect for once. Harry knew that he was intensely in like with Aramithrial, more so than Tom, Blaise or Draco. Even though one of them WAS Aramithrial, he hadn't known them long enough to be able to choose between the three. Harry, you must be extremely cautious when dealing with the Goblins, they trust very few people, and are not likely to befriend someone who associates with someone they utterly loathe. he stated simply and Harry nodded. It's a good thing I'm not on either side then isn't it? he said smirking. Just be prepared for them to insist upon some degree of proof in order to validate your claim. Aramithrial advised and Harry nodded. I know, but that's alright. Harry murmured softly. I can do it. I've done more impossible things...besides, I would think less of them if they didn't. he admitted snuggling back into his Angel. Isn't there a way for me to see you face to face? I want to give you something. You Don't need to do that. Aramithrial protested and Harry smiled a little. What if I want to? he asked softly with his head tilted in an adorable little boy pout. The Angel relaxed and smiled down at the Pouting Harry and chuckled. I'll leave it for you in the Forbidden Forest. the Golden Boy promised softly gently kissing the Angels neck before pulling away. But I need to wake up. I can hear my alarm. Good Morning my Harry. I will wait for you in the forest then. In three days, before your meeting. Aramithrial promised spreading his wings wide and Harry smiled as his eyes blinked open yawning a little as Neville gently poked Harry on the shoulder. Harry? he asked holding up one of the letters Harry had written, with Tots help, with a puzzled expression on his face and Harry nodded. Don't let anyone see that Nev, but yes, I did write the letter. he stated simply sitting up and yawning a little as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. I need to talk to you later about something. he whispered, grinning at the taller Gryffindor. Without another word Harry hopping out of bed, stretched before quickly changing into his robes and leaping into action, heading straight for Snape's office. Good morning Professor. Harry greeted the Potions Master and received a grunt in reply as he gently pealed the skin covering the wings of a beetle....very difficult. Floo is on the mantle. the man said after a few moments of silence. Harry chuckled a little and helped himself to the Floo, tossing it into the flames calling out the name of his destination. Stepping out of the Leaky Cauldron with a smug grin as he cleaned himself free of soot with a flick of his wand the thing letting off a horrendous screech. ' Yes definitely need a new wand ' he thought to himself as he try to lose himself in the crowd. First stop Flourish Blotts and he set off in a determined pace while making a mental list of all the types of books he intended to purchase. Even before he had 'seen the light' in regards to Dumbledore, he knew that Hogwart's library was censored. So he he knew that he couldn't rely on it as a knowledge source when it came to his survival and that of the Heir. He needed everything he could find on defense, offense, dueling, curses, counter curses, the list went on and on. He reasoned that it was about time he spent some of the money left to him...why not on a noble cause? After his elves came to shrink and ship his books back to the castle, he proceeded to his next stop, Ollivander's. Dust danced in the stream of light that came through the door with Harry. Still the same Harry thought to himself and he smiled at the memory of being here when he was 11. Aah...Harry Potter, yes, yes, I was certain that you would be back. the old wizard said softly. Meeting his gaze Harry flinched at the insight shining in his pale eyes. Sorry? the younger wizard asked, puzzled and feeling a bit paranoid as the shopkeeper came near. Wand please. the man ordered holding his hand out and Harry obediently placed it on his open palm. Yes, of course...you have changed greatly in the years. Your wand no longer can handle your abilities. he stated simply. I can do nothing for you. Ancient magic, regretfully I haven't the skill to be able to do what you need me to do. Harry's heart plummeted and he shook his head, feeling as if the world was trying to swallow him whole. What was he going to do without his wand!? He was powerful enough to learn wandless magic, had even begun to learn basic spells in secret, but there was no way he'd be able to learn all the advanced magic without a wand - and certainly not in the near future. His mind began to run through everything riding on him right now...finding the Heir, defeating Dumbledore and putting the magical world to rights...not going to happen without a fucking wand! Do not look so morose Mr. Potter. I said that I could not help you, never did I say it was hopeless. Ollivander stated his eyes sharp, gleeful. Of course, you mustn't tell Dumbledore. Harry's head snapped up to stare at Ollivanders and he nodded assuring the man that he never would. There is a shop in Knockturn Alley, known as Areotips Ancient Wand Crafters. That is where you must go. They specialize in ancient and powerful magic. Ancient and Powerful magic? Isn't that exactly what Dumbledore is trying to stamp out? Harry asked softly. You are not the first that I have had to direct young Mr. Potter. There have been several over the years. Should he require an explanation, just tell him I made you a specialty wand, he'll believe it like he always does. Harry smirked a little, amazed at how incredibly STUPID Dumbledore was. Thanks Mr. Ollivander. Harry said with a small smile as he shook the shopkeepers hand before heading out and shoving his wand back into his pocket he won't be needing that for his next visit. And with that headed straight into the bank and approaching the first Goblin he found. Hello, my name is Harry Potter. I would like to request a meeting with the Head Goblin if that's possible? What is the detail of your request? the goblin demanded his eyes narrowing and Harry's smirk turned into smugness. The recovery of stolen vaults...among other things. he stated in a polite yet matter of fact tone. I do not hold Gringotts at fault, but I cannot let this go on anymore. Harry finished and the Goblin gaped at him for a moment. Please wait here Mr. Potter. the Goblin ordered before vanishing from his desk chair and scrambling out into a side door, only to return almost immediately looking a little flustered but nodding towards Harry. Please come this way Mr. Potter the Head Goblin will see you right away. he said pointing towards the side door he'd just exited. Thank you very much. Harry stated sincerely, making the Goblin gape at him again before snapping himself out of it and leading Harry through the door. Like the exterior of the bank, the entire hallway was white marble and impressive. Harry followed the Goblin to the second set of massive double doors and entered an office that looked very much like a grassy meadow. Greetings Mr. Potter. the Goblin said as he stood next to his chair behind his desk. Harry nodded adopting a stern business like expression. My name is LeatherGem. What can I do for you this afternoon? It has recently come to my attention, quite by accident, that I have vaults that I was not made aware of and therefore not in possession of. he stated simply. I know Goblins very well, well enough to know that most of you are well respected, honest, and you certainly are most certainly not thieves. The look of LeatherGem's expression changed from wary rage to startled and surprised. I also am fully aware that the only reason you wouldn't have alerted me of my rightful possessions when I came to you on my eleventh birthday was that my legal guardian forbade it for some reason, or another. Harry continued. Leathergem nodded looking a little stunned at young wizards knowledge and understanding of the facts. Now I ask you, Mr. LeatherGem, how would you like to correct those mistakes and abuses of a manipulative, power hungry old wizard? Harry asked with a smirk and watched LeatherGem leaned forward breathless with anticipation. And what, may I ask, do you propose Mr. Potter? the Goblin asked with a noxious gleam in his eye. First, I need to know exactly what my estate entails, he stated simply and then I need to know what has been taken from me, and why if you have that sort of information. I will need three drops of you blood Mr. Potter. LeatherGem ordered pulling out a very old piece of yellowing parchment. All vault information is kept, stored, and sorted by Genetic filing. the Head Goblin informed Harry who nodded and presented his finger. Harry watched in awe as the droplets of blood began to swim across the parchment and slowly form into words. Vaults owned by Harry Potter Potter, Harry Vaultb 1,933 Galleons, 542 Sickles, 793 Knuts Potter Family Vault 11,662 Galleons, 1462 Sickles, 8792 Knuts. Evens, Lily Vault 463 Galleons, 4559 Sickles 2604 Knuts. 2 Blood bound trunks, 1 mirror, 1 family album, 3 keys, 2 fur rugs, 13 silk scarves, 21 items of non disclosed character,1 silver athame, 1 silver cauldron, 1 silver goblet, 1 gold cauldron, 1 bronze cauldron, 2 copper cauldron, 542 various potions ingredients, 1 wand. Potter, James Vault 387 Galleons, 459 Sickles, 22 Knuts, 3 broomsticks, 1 family album, 1 quidditch robe set, 1 quidditch ball set, 1 family portrait, 2 items of non disclosed character, 1 wand. Black, FamilySirius Vault 337,224 Galleons, 15 Sickles, 12 Knuts, 1 flying motorcycle, 15 items of non disclosed character, 29 books, 1 wand. Lupin, Remus Vault 15 Sickles, 22 Knuts 1 wand Gryffindor Family Vault 762,052 Galleons, 567 Sickles, 1250 Knuts, 2 gold cauldron, 1,036 books, 82 items of non disclosed character, 46 plants and herbs of rare quality. Slytherin Family Vault 798,424 Galleons, 901 Sickles, 2034 Knuts, 2,558 books, 3 gold cauldron, 2 silver cauldron, 5 bronze cauldron, 1 copper cauldron, 1 iron cauldron, 6 athame, 6 dagger, 798 potions ingredients, 94 items of non disclosed character. All Harry could do was stare at the words and numbers swallowing hard, there were so many...so many startling things on that piece of paper. For one thing his mother and father both had private vaults, meaning there were important things of theirs there for him. Things that would teach him more about them. A slow warmth filled Harry as he thought about all the discovering he was going to do. Then of course there was Lupin and Sirius's vaults, he hadn't realized they had willed him their vaults, he had to wonder if Dumbledore knew about that? Looking at the list again he concluded that the three underlined were obviously those that Dumbledore knew about and controlled. A fact that was rather obvious when he looked at the gold balances. So, probably not or they'd have been taken along with the three underlined Vaults. The Gryffindor family vault wasn't much of a surprise but the Slytherin? Why had he gotten Slytherin's vaults? Shouldn't that have gone to Tom!? Perhaps not, Tom was , after all, half muggle, so pure blood supremest Slytherin wouldn't have allowed the vaults to pass on to anyone not of pure blood...right? So why give them to Harry? He didn't know. As I am sure you have already deducted, Mr. Potter, the underlined vaults indicate those that were seized by Albus Dumbledore. We would have informed you of your other vaults but we had no way of doing so without Dumbledore's knowledge. I am sure you can understand were he to learn that you are the Heir of not one, but two the Founders lines, well let me say that he would have stopped at nothing until you met your demise by means of some 'unfortunate accident' just like that poor Myrtle girl. Myrtle!? Really? Oh yes, she was the Heir to the Hufflepuff. The last of that noble line. LeatherGem admitted shaking his head. Right. Harry muttered shaking his head. Everyone assumed it was the monster that did it. he stated feeling sad for Myrtle. Did the poor girl even know who she was? He doubted it...but perhaps this was a good way to get the ghosts on his side as well? Yes, that would be a perfect opportunity to earn their trust and support. 'Just like this is a perfect opportunity to get the Goblins support.' Harry said to himself as he returned his attention to LeatherGem. . LeatherGem, if I might take up a moment of your time? I have a...business proposal for you. Harry said as his green eyes held the beady, black ones for a moment. Harry allowed himself a small smirk and LeatherGem's ears twitched with curiosity. ... Harry wore a smug smirk when he finally walked out of the bank two hours later. His 'meeting' with LeatherGem had not only been educational but also profitable. Leaving the vaults under Dumbledore's control to avoid suspicion, Harry gathered and combined all his gold and possessions from the remaining vaults and stored it in those of the Founders as they resided in the deepest bowels of Gringotts. He knew it was safer there than anywhere else. Once outside of the bank, Harry sighed and stopped for a moment to stare up at the sky. He needed to settle the many thoughts racing through his mind. So many things that would be coming together in the next few days...find the Heir, deal with the war. The pressure continued to build, but he reminded himself that for once, he would not be doing it alone. Knowing that he had Gordric relieved a large amount of stress, and if everything went as planned he'd have decent army as well. Feeling a sense of progression, Harry straighten up and made to way to Knockturn Alley with distinct purpose. He groaned a little as he made his way through the maze of narrow, dingy alleys that made up the district carefully stepping over piles of refuse and an occasional sleeping street vermin. Finally reaching a cleaner, more welcoming lane he held his head high in his best Lord Malfoy impression and strode down the lane proud and poised as if he were supposed to be there. People here, many the dregs of society, respected power. Despite his composure, Harry couldn't help but squeal in terror when two thick strong, well muscled arms wrapped around his middle. What are you doing here boy!? the voice was deep, rough, gruff...and very familiar. FENRIR!? Harry shrieked in outrage as the wolf smirked down at him, clearly trying not to bust into laughter. You scared the crap out of me you filthy mutt! he complained shoving his glasses back up his nose and squirming free. Fenrir couldn't seem to hold it any longer and burst into laughter at Harry's accusing voice. Harry glared harder at him and Fenrir's expression dropped into pouty apologetic sort of look. As the Alpha, Harry's anger didn't really have any sway over him, but he hated it when Harry was mad at him anyway. Especially since Lupin had been the Alpha first and when Lupin had been alive, that had meant Harry was above Fenrir. That might not have been true now, but the man had a long habit about making Harry happy. Come on Fenrir, we can talk on the way. Fenrir grinned as he followed along behind Harry, practically bouncing with joy that Harry wasn't mad at him anymore. Not caring the least that he'd made a fool of himself, and still was for that matter. So what are you doing in Knockturn Alley? Fenrir asked again, sounding concerned. I'm getting my wand fixed. Ollivander couldn't so I have to go to Areotips Ancient Wand Crafters. Harry explained, but stopped to look over his shoulder at a blinking Fenrir. Were you aware you're going the wrong way? Fenrir asked his head cocked and Harry groaned again shaking his head trying to ignore the way Fenrir's eyes where laughing at him. Take me there would you? Harry he demanded rolling his eyes. Although he was playing, Fenrir could tell that he was starting to get a little grouchy. Sure. he stated with a grin clapping Harry on the back. Cheer up pup, I got good news for you. The leader of the Tawny Pack has agreed to come to that meeting of yours. Fenrir! Harry hissed looking around before grabbing Fenrir's ear and twisting his head down the Wolfish man yelping as he tried to tug his head free. If one of these people were to hear you then someone might decide they want to tell the one person I don't want finding out about it! he snapped and Fenrir whimpered and nodded. So he is coming then? he demanded and the wolf nodded rubbing his ear. Harry always did have a violent temper, and it always got worse when he was under stress, and when he had a headache that was even worse, making him more prone to violence. Yeah. Fenrir said, his head tilted pausing and then smiling a little. What say we go to that shop of yours then? Before someone overhears us? Then I'll treat you to some tea. that always warmed Harry up. Tea, and especially chamomile tea, was one of Harry's weaknesses. Fine. he grumbled at Fenrir, even though he smiled at him. Did I hurt you badly? he asked, feeling a little guilty. Fenrir snorting a little and thumping his chest. I'm a werewolf Harry! Aint nothin that can hurt me! he stated proudly grinning and Harry laughed. I've missed you. Harry admitted. How have you been?...any better? he asked softly and watched as Fenrir's eyes and face dropped. A little... but I miss Remus. he admitted shaking his head. It gets a little better day by day but it still hurts quite a bit. What about you pup? How are you? I'm much better now that I'm doing something. he admitted shaking his head. I can't sit and mope forever, and this way, I can avenge my fathers. he admitted with a sigh as Fenrir nodded. I'll help anyway that I can Harry. he promised with a grin and Harry smirked a little. You just make sure to be at that meeting. As Alpha, the Forest Pack can't do much without you. And with peace between you and the Tawny Pack finally we might be able to surprise the bastard. Harry admitted and Fenrir laughed again and nodded. Oh hell yes he'd be surprised!! Two wolf packs under one Alpha!? It's never been done! yes, but this is for their freedom remember. he stated smirking brightly and Fenrir laughed and nodded. True, but the werewolves have never made a united stand for their freedom before either. he stated smirking brightly and Fenrir laughed and nodded. Well here's the shop. he stated indicating the small shack. The only indication that this was actually a shop was the rusted sign in front that simply said 'Areotips'. Taking a deep breathe he walked up to the door with his wand at the ready and entered the shop. Once his sight adjusted to the dim light in the shop his eyes moved over the room, one wall was lined from floor to ceiling with dirty, dusty, rotting shelves that held not wands, but countless jars and urns filled with an array of rare magical items in pristine condition. He recognized unicorn hair, bright Phoenix feathers in every color imaginable, still bleeding dragon heartstrings. Another wall held wood of every kind imaginable raw blocks of it, gleaming atop the rotting shelves, though not a single speck of dirt or dust had settled onto the wood. Yes, this was definitely where Harry needed to be. He paused blinking a little as a gleam of white caught his eye and without thinking, he reached out to stroke the pure white wood that seemed to be pulsing under his touch. A shiver ran through Harry and he smiled at the feeling the warmth that seemed to engulf his being. Please do not touch. the gruff and annoyed voice ordered. Harry turned to see an old wizard who looked as if he should have been in ancient Egypt a few dozen centuries ago. He slowly removed his hand from the wood and stared at the old man who scowled even more. What do you want!? the man demanded again and Harry tightened his grip on his wand as he moved closer to Fenrir. Mr. Ollivander sent me here to get my wand fixed. Harry stated simply and the man stared at him for another long moment before taking the wand and examining it closely. I do not fix wands boy. he said with disgust as if that were beneath him I craft them. You clearly require a new one. he stated after examining the wand with great scrutiny. Give me your hand please. he ordered and Harry held out his hand obediently and allowed the other to inspect it. He watched the old man trace the lines along his palm, a familiar tug at his magic showing that it was being tested again and the man gasped softly. Merlin...I never thought to see this day. the old man breathed looking up at Harry with a wide grin set on the his face. I honestly did not. he admitted patting Harry's hand. My kind have been awaiting you for SO long dear boy. he sighed shaking his head. Ah but I mustn't interfere. he stated looking rather sad. I will have your wand ready for you tomorrow. Please return then. he ordered before turning and headed towards the curtained doorway at the back of the shop. ' Well what the hell was that all about? ' Harry asked himself. The man was some sort of creature...but what? And who or what has been waiting for Harry and why? The headache that had been building all day was beginning to feel like a beast was loose in his brain. But as luck would have it for the Golden Boy, although in pain, he didn't miss the odd statement the man muttered before he disappearing behind the curtain. Only time will tell.