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WhiteElfElder: Thanks for your review my friend. I swore quite colorfully when I saw that. It is fixed. I'm sorry about that. Thanks for the heads up. Hope you like the new chapter.
Thank you again to Ulktante author of Benifits of Old laws. Without your challenge I would have likely never written this.
The banging on his door brought him to awareness. It was a month into his summer after his fourth year. Nightmares ate at his nights now. All of which were from the night at the graveyard.
To make matters worse his friends weren't even owling him. Not one letter from anyone. Even his godfather wasn't answering his attempts at communication. He was almost franticlaly trying to get ahold of anyone. It was as if they had forgotten him. If it weren't for the changes he had started to notice then he wouldn't be so frantic to get ahold of someone. Anyone.
As his birthday drew nearer he noticed that he had grown. This was not an insignificant amount. It was enough to make him stumble in the mornings. It reminded him of his second year coming off of the polyjuice potion. As if trying to get used to his own body again. His height was now two or three inches taller than Dudley. Who he had been shorter than by a few inches.
His hair that had once been messy and untameable. Now it lay almost flat. His bangs lay over his eyes giving him a mysterious look.
With a sigh he pushed himself into a standing position. After throwing on his clean clothes he opened up his door. His aunt was waiting for him at the stairs. She stared at him in horror. It was like she had never seen him before.
Petunia screeched making him wince," What have you done to your eyes, boy? We told you no freshness in this house!"
Oh for the love of. What was changed now!
He asked trying to calm the panic that was rising in his chest," I didn't do anything. What is wrong with my eyes?"
His aunt gave him a suspicious look but eventually answered," They are blue. I have never seen a blue color like that."
Blue? He rushed into the bathroom to see for himself. To his surprise they were just as his aunt said. Bluer than the deepest of ocean's. Even in the Wizarding world he had never seen such a color in someone's eyes. What had caused these changes?
So many questions and nowhere near enough answers. Without being able to contact his friends or godfather he knew it wasn't in his best interest to stay.
His aunt said looking down the stairs," Boy you need to leave. When Vernon leaves for work you need to leave. If he sees your eyes like that he will kill you."
With how the summer had been going he didn't doubt it. His back still hurt from the beatings. So he knew that she was right. There would be no more beatings. It would end in murder.
He quickly returned to his room and grabbed his most important items. His wand, invisibility cloak, and photo album were all under a loose floorboard. Under them was a leather bound book.
Out of all his possessions this was the most important. It held a list of everything he had learned. Along with some things he had created. It had to be hidden from every one.
A noise outside caught his attention. His uncle left for work. He opened Hedwigs cage and said," Go to Hogwarts girl. You will be safer there than with me."
The look she gave him was sharp. Still he held true to his words. She would be safer at Hogwarts. Besides he would see her when he returned for his fifth year. Finally she nodded and left when he opened the window.
With his items in his arm he went downstairs. The cupboard was unlocked and waiting for him. His trunk was in there just like he expected.
He wasn't going to take his trunk. Realistically if he wanted to get away he couldn't. So he grabbed his backpack. It had a charm on it to be ever extending. He put his notebook, photo album, invisibility cloak in the pack. His wand went into his pocket.
Once he brought his head out his aunt was waiting for him. There was a book in her arms. It was not one he had ever seen before.
She held it out to him saying," This was your mother's. She left it with me in case anything ever happened to her. When you get to a safe place you should read this."
He took the book with a quiet," Thank you. I guess this is goodbye."
She said coldly turning away from him," Don't come back. I can't protect you if you do."
Putting the book in his bag he nodded. If he wanted to survive he could not get caught. That meant he would have to avoid Dumbledore. The old man would certainly want him to stay with his aunt and uncle.
Without looking back he left his aunt's house. He pointed his wand at the street calling the night bus. In the next moment it appeared.
An unfamiliar wizard stepped out," Welcome to the night bus. We aid stranded witches or wizards. For 11 sickles we can take you anywhere in Britain. Where would you like to go?"
This must be the daytime conductor. He replied calmly," Diagon alley if you would."
The conductor asked noticing the small bag over his shoulder," Is that all you have?"
Nodding he climbed onto the bus. The bus was mostly empty. One wizard lay on a back bed seemingly asleep. Something told him to be wary of the person. To not let them hear his voice.
He took a middle bed. One that he could see both the front and the back. Mistrust filled him. Any wizard at all could be working for Dumbledore or Voldemort. To be safe he was going to need to leave the wizarding world. First he would have to go to Gringotts. He would need money if he wanted to get anywhere.
When the bus stopped they were at the Leaky Cauldron. He payed the conductor with the last bit of his money to get there. Entering the inn he lifted a hand in greeting to Tom.
The man lifted his head in greeting but returned quickly to cleaning. Using the code he entered the alley. The alley had not changed in the two years since he last visited.
People didn't stare at him as he passed. In fact it seemed like they didn't recognize him. That would make life easier if they couldn't recognize him. It was hard to believe that his hair being flatter and a change of eye color would fool this many people. He guessed that it was a blessing. Making it easier for him to hide.
Shaking his head from the thoughts he made his way to Gringotts. The bank like the rest of the alley hadn't changed. Goblins guarding the door barely glanced at him. To them he wasn't a threat. Not that it surprised him. He didn't even have his OWLs yet.
Going up to a teller he said," I would like to speak to someone about getting into my vaults."
The teller barely glanced at him as it asked," Do you have you key?"
Deciding the truth was his best option he replied," I don't have my key. I have to give it back every time I use it."
The goblin gave him a suspicious look. Then it said something in its native tongue. Another goblin came up to him.
It growled at him," Follow me."
Without a word Harry followed him. He was led deep into the bowels of the bank. They came to a pair of grand doors. His guide knocked once curtly before entering. Harry followed quietly behind him.
A goblin sat at the top of a desk. It didn't even glance at them when they entered. When it did it was to the goblin who approached. It said something in an unfamiliar language.
The one at the desk looked up sharply. Golden eyes met his blue ones. It snarled at his escort who quickly left.
When the door was shut the one behind the desk said," I'm Ragnorak leader of this bank. What can i do for you wizard?"
Harry replied moving closer," Over the last month I have been going through some changes. Just recently my eye color changed from its original green to this blue color. With that my aunt threw me out of her house."
Ragnorak asked still suspicious," Who are you?"
Biting his lip he replied," Harry Potter."
The goblin's suspicion increased two fold. It said putting a parchment on the desk," We will need to confirm your identity before we go any further. I will need a blood sample. Three drops of blood should do it."
He flipped a knife to him handle first. The knife was made of silver. Somehow he knew this InstinctIvely. Yet he couldn't explain how he knew this. Instead of questioning this he slit open his palm. Then he allowed his blood to flow onto the parchment.
When the goblin raised its hand he lifted his hand. For a moment nothing happened then words began to spell out into the parchment. It read:
Name: Harrison James Munakata Potter
Mother: Lily Anne Potter
Adoptive father: James Charlus Potter Biological father: Reisi Munakata
Heir: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Potter, Blue King, Perevell, Black
Available lordships: Gryffindor and Potter, Perevell
Abilities:Available: wandless magic, parseltounge, Lightning elemental
Unavailable: Blue aura, scent seeker, Black aura and Sword of Damocles
Harry could only blink at the paper in front of him. What the hell? Who was Reisi Munakata? How was he his father?
The goblin in front of him seemed just as surprised as he was. It said," The son of a king. With the king's stigma. I never thought that i would see the day. To make matters even more interesting you are also Harry Potter. Child of the light."
Harry cocked his head to the side and asked," What are you talking about? What is a King's stigma?"
He didn't dispute the goblins statement about him being a light wizard. Every one saw him as that but he really wasn't. Anyone who saw his book would be able to understand that.
Ragnorak said tapping his fingers on the desk," Your eyes. They are the color of the Blue King's sword. You will not be safe in the Wizarding world."
No shit. Was his first thoughts. Even if people didn't recognize him his eyes would be the source of speculation. Just like his previous green ones they were distinctive. The question was where would he go? Where would he be safe?
As if sensing his thoughts Ragnorak said," Japan. As the son of a king you would be safest under the protection of the Slates."
"What do you know of my biological father?"
If anyone would know it would be the goblins. Harry didn't know anything about his father. The name was unfamiliar to him. No one had ever mentioned that name when speaking of his father. That meant that he wasn't a friend of his father's.
Ragnorak replied," Your father is what is known as a King. When he met your mother he was only a clansman. From what i understand you were the product of a one night stand between them."
So he was an accident. That meant that even if he met up with his father the man wouldn't want him. He was the man's bastard of a son. There was no way that a "king" would acknowledge him.
"What does it mean to be a king? You say it like there is more than one. Yet that shouldn't be possible."
The goblin in front of him sighed as it said," During the muggle second world war a group of scientists found a slab. They didn't know what it was or the power it held. One man in particular though unlocked it's power. It started with mice but during a bombing that killed his sister he became the first and Silver king. Powers given to him by the slab known as the Slates. It was later taken to Japan. Since that day it has chosen people from time to time to be its King's. It is said only a king can murder a king."
So his father was one of these men. A power was given to him by his father. The man he didn't even know. Wasn't even sure he even wanted to know the man.
The goblin said leaning back," Your father likely did not know you existed. Any questions you may have should be given to him. Here are your vault keys and lordship rings. With these rings you can get the trace on your wand removed. Officially you would be emancipated."
The keys came up onto the desk. Three sets of boxes came up onto the desk. Each had a different kind of a crest on them. Hesitantly he reached for the Potter box.
The ring was made of a black metal that he didn't recognize. The crest was made of gold. The crest of a lion. He put it on his ring finger. At first it was to big then after a second it resized itself.
The goblin nodded then pushed a box he didn't know towards him. In it was a silver banded ring. The crest was an unfamiliar triangle symbol. It was strange but he put it on the same hand and finger as the previous ring. It resized to fit him just like before.
The final box had a Gryffin on it. There was doubt in his mind which family that belonged to. It should have surprised him that he was the heir of Gryffindor. Soon to be Lord of Gryffindor. Yet it didn't. He couldn't explain why it didn't either. Something about being it felt right.
The band was made of gold. It crest was a combination of a red and gold Gryffin. Just like the crest on the box. When he put it on it felt like all was right in the world again.
The goblin said," You are now the Lord of three Ancient and Noble houses. Congratulations Lord Gryffindor-Potter-Perevell."
A question sprung in his mind and he asked," Wait if I'm not James Potter's son how do I have his inheritance?"
The goblin replied exasperated by his questions," The late Lord Potter was far from stupid. He knew that you were not his son by blood. He did the first blood adoption ritual when you were just a baby. Jusr before his death. That added his blood to your own. Binding the glamors to you until now. They would not have lasted as long as they did without the ritual. Be grateful for this. Your life may have been a far cry from what it was if it had worn off sooner."
A question that entered his mind that he would likely never know the answer to. When did James find out? Why did he never confront his wife?