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Harry’s Pov

4th July 1995

The sun was high in the sky as Harry walked down the road, it's the first time he had left Privet Drive since the start of the summer. He left the supposed safety of the blood wards. Voldemort now has his blood; the blood wards are pointless. They never kept him safe anyway. With his bag pressing on the welts on his back, Harry finds his way into a local pack.

You are not supposed to be here, return.

He had woken Vernon up.

Your fault, you killed Cedric.

The welts were beginning to heal already, he swung his bag off his back and props it up against the poles of the swing. Harry got on the swing, this place had always been his favourite refuge from the Dursleys. It was hidden behind a block of flats and there were many routes to it. It gave him privacy.

The one thing he enjoyed about the muggle world is no one knows him, privacy is something he had little of since Harry returned to the wixen world.

You have too many secrets.

That’s one reason he enjoys the mail ward - the privacy, during their second year Ron and Hermione figured out that he had a mail ward. He always reasoned it to The Dursleys hating everything wixen and him with it.

You are a burden on them.

The question is who determines what is safe for him? Harry feels like he did when found out the wixen world was kept from him.

It was for your safety.

Harry knows he is being kept in the dark for the greater good, Ron told him for a fact in his last message. It was Dumbledore it always is.

He misses the company of his best friends, he always does. They make him feel safe, they are his family now. For that reason, Harry will be forever glad of Ron’s idea for charmed notebooks.

You should be isolated and should suffer.

They are connected together, something that he never knew was possible, nor did Hermione. The pair is still in awe of how much magic makes possible. Harry knows he will always be jealous of those who grow up knowing magic and all it is.

Never tell them how you were raised.

At least he knows of magic now. But he should have always known of magic; it's his birthright.

Harry’s notebook is simple. A vivid green cover with a gold border. The colours have always suited him, the green brings out his eyes ,which are a green that remind him of killing curse and the gold complements his deep honey skin, something Harry has always shared with his father, one of the few things he has from him.

He died for your safety. Be grateful.

Hermione’s notebook is a muggle journal; it was Harry's first. He used it to write down what happened when she was petrified. So she would know what happened when the world moved while she was frozen. The journal was a dark navy with a hard cover. It was basic and bare bones but she loved it all the same. It helped her like it helped him. They don't keep secrets, not anymore.

You still have secrets you won't tell.

Ron’s notebook is a ring bound sketchbook and the cover is a dark scarlet. It reminds him of Gryffindor where he has made his home.

It is your rightful house. You have no home and never will.

The sketchbook is highlighted by the black rings that hold it together and the orange swirls that decorate it. Harry always liked when Ron would draw, his art was beautiful just like Ron himself was.

Harry swung backwards and forwards allowing all his thoughts to run up front, it allowed him to refocus and reassess, it also gave him the stupidest ideas to test. The latest idea like that caused an explosion in their classroom. He lifted his gaze to the sky, he saw an owl above circling him. He stood up and raised his arm, so the owl could land and give him the letter. The owl was a tawny, they were easier to blend in. Attached to their leg was a letter with a seal. It was a gringotts seal. It must be important. He breaks the seal and opens the letter.

Heir Potter,

Due to a magical artifact, you have been emancipated. We request your presence regarding your inheritance and vaults. Given you are the last of your line, you will also need to accept the Potter lordship.

Additionally, we require you to take an inheritance test to determine if there are other lordships or heirships you are entitled to. A standard inheritance test is 5 galleons, an extended inheritance test is 17 galleons.

May your gold flow like your enemies blood,

Master Slipedge of the Rockfang Clan

Harry's thoughts began to race with questions as the owl flew away. He took a breath to steady himself before he became overwhelmed. With haste he gets out his notebook, Harry quickly writes with his chicken scrawl; I've been emancipated, and I got a letter from gringotts about it. They want to see me. Can you guys get me there?

Ron replies almost instantly; It's definitely important you go, I can't help you get there. I'm stuck where I'm staying, I'm sorry mate.

On que hermione added; Ron it's not your fault so don't worry. And Harry I should be able to get you to London, I can ask my mum if she can drive us picking you up on the way, give me a minute to ask

Harry nervously waited for the reply which came minutes later. Ok my mum can drive us tomorrow. Is that all good for you? He answered; Yea, it's all good for tomorrow, I'm gonna head off, ill message soon. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry closed the notebook carefully, tucking it and the letter into his bag.

Harry picked up his bag and swung it onto his back, a jolt of pain shot through him but it was such an insignificant amount of pain it would be a waste of Harry's energy to flinch. Harry knew he had to return soon before Vernon got home, Harry didn't want to risk his wrath twice in a single day. With reluctance deep in his heart he made his way back to the Dursleys. On his way back Harry decided not to think about the letter until tomorrow where hopefully he will get answers to his questions. He quickly arrived back at Privet Drive. He pulled the spare key from underneath the planter and unlocked the door. Harry just wanted to be in the second bedroom, he didn't want to deal with Vernon or Aunt Petunia.

// TW for Child abuse in this section

5th July 1995

Once again, he woke at the crack of dawn. He never gets more than a few hours of sleep, not anymore. At least he didn't wake anyone up with his nightmare, that was a positive.

You don't deserve peaceful sleep.

Harry had no way to tell the time, the clock in Dudley's second bedroom has been broken for years. The sun was beginning to rise so Harry could guess the time, it was about half 4 in the morning. The anticipation for his upcoming trip is drowning his thoughts, deciding to do something with his time he goes over what is in his bag to keep him calm. Harry had packed his bag with everything he might need if he needed to run. It was a way to calm the paranoia that had worsened over time.

Hermione and Mrs Granger were coming to pick him up at around 10, it had to be after Vernon left. Petunia didn't care while Vernon would stop him, this was important. Harry stopped paying attention so time will flow faster. He learnt to do it in the cupboard, and it had served him well. When Harry focused on the world again, there was banging at the door. It was Aunt Petunia, her shrill voice called out “Freak! Come and cook breakfast.”

Harry reacted faster then he could think, immediately jumping out of bed and darting out of the second bedroom and into the kitchen. The actions were instinct to him, he needed to be perfect to keep himself from pain.

You deserve pain.

Within 10 minutes he had cooked most of their breakfast. Harry heard a sound he will always dread, Vernon coming down the stairs. All he could do was hope he found it acceptable. Vernon didn't deliver his verdict until he had finished. It was unsatisfactory.

The punishment Vernon's anger being taken out on Harry, it was the standard. Vernon threw Harry onto the ground, the ground made contact with the still healing welts from the previous day. Harry wrenches his eyes shut, not wanting to see the windup for all the hits. Seeing Vernon's fists before impact means he will finch and it gets worse when he does. Most of his fists land on Harry's chest, quickly blossoming into violet bruises. As Harry can feel the sharp pain of ribs recracking, he begins to retreat back into his head. It was easier this way.

Even in his head he could tell when the hits land, he could tell when the hits lessened in frequency to the point it was safe to resurface.

//

Harry was laying in the middle of the kitchen floor, his whole torso was alight in pain. Carefully he pushed himself off the floor, not wanting to make the pain worse. He headed up to the second bedroom, he peeked out of the window to see Vernon's car was now gone.

His notebook vibrated quietly, there was a new message. It was from Hermione letting him know that they were nearly there. Smiling softly he tucks the book into his bag and put it on. His chest was still burning with pain. As silently as possible, he slips out of the second bedroom and walks down the stairs. Harry popped his head into the front room, Aunt Petunia had gone somewhere and Harry knew Dudley was still asleep. It was the best outcome as there were no questions he could be asked. He walked back down the hallway and opened the front door. Harry closed the door and set down on the front step to wait.

A red car soon pulled up, “Harry! Let's go.” A familiar voice calls out. It was Hermione. He ran over in excitement and got in. Inside the car was Hermione's mum, who has the same deep eyes and skin as Hermione. It barely took an hour and Harry and Hermione spent the entire time talking about everything. It was the first time in a while Harry had felt safe. When they reach the leaky cauldron, Harry and Hermione get out. “Thank you, Mrs Granger. You’ve helped me out alot.”

“It's no problem at all, dear. Stay safe and let me know what's happening.” Replied Mrs Granger, she was very understanding, he could see Hermione's little mannerisms that he loved so much. Before entering Harry takes off his glasses and shakes his hair so it covers his scar, he also puts on his invisibility cloak. It's too risky for him to be seen. The pair quickly make their way down Diagon Alley to Gringotts. Hermione didn't even look at flourish and blotts, she was focused solely on getting to Gringotts.

At the front steps, he takes off the cloak, it is the best practice because to even attempt to trick the goblins is an insult to them. Harry has always done his best to respect the goblins during his stay at the leaky cauldron he was taught how to greet the goblins with respect.

Harry and Hermione walk to the nearest teller and bow. “May your enemies dread the day they hear your name, Master Goblin.” “May your gold multiply as your enemies dwindle. Two wixen know our greetings?” Harry saw the bank teller was clearly shocked when he finished his bow. Harry never liked how wixen treated creatures with such disrespect. “What are your names and reason for your visit?”

“Harry Potter.” “Hermione Granger.” “Yesterday I received a letter from Master Slipedge requesting my presence, and she is with me.”

The teller simply said “Follow me.” They entered the back offices of gringotts. They stopped outside an office. The pair bowed “Thank you for your service. May your enemies fall to your blade, Master Goblin." And may your gold flow like your enemies’ blood.” And the bank teller left.

“Are you ready?” Hermione asked, “No. Let's do this.”

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Hermione pov

5th July 1995

Harry and Hermione sat in front of Slipedge, who was incredibly impressed by them knowing the greetings and the amount of respect they had shown. Slipedge smiled. No, he smirked. “Heir Potter, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” Harry simply replied, his eyes darting across the room “Thank you for seeing us so soon, Master Slipedge. I only received your letter yesterday.” Confusion flashed on Slipedge’s face, “I sent that letter to you when you were emancipated, which was in early November.” He snapped out of looking across the room, emerald green eyes trained on the goblin. “Wait what” Harry hissed quietly, almost slipping into parseltongue, his brows furrowed.

Harry turned and looked at Hermione, she had seen this look before but couldn't recall it.

Harry's head tilted to the left as he asked her “Do you think someone interfered?”

Thoughts ran through her head calculating every possibility there was only one that made sense before she could even voice her ideas. The Goblin interrupted. “Definitely. Now Heir Potter, I require 3 drops of blood for the inheritance test.” He slid a piece of parchment and an athame, a Ritual dagger, in front of Harry. Without even a wince, Harry used the dagger to cut his finger and allow 3 drops of blood to fall onto the parchment. The cut healed itself in seconds. Slipedge watched with curiosity as the inheritance test began to show. Words began to form on the parchment. Harry's nose scrunched up as his vivid green eyes focused on the parchment in front of him.

Hadrian James Sirius Potter-Black

Half-Blood

Mother: Lady Lilian Jasmine Evans-Potter (Deceased)

Birth Father: Lord James Fleamont Potter (Deceased)

Blood Adopted Father: Lord Sirius Orion Black

Blood Adoption Ritual took place on the 14th August 1980

Godparents: Remus John Lupin, Severus Tobias Snape

Alice Marie Longbottom nee Fortesque, Andromeda Druella Tonks nee Black

Lordships:

Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter paternal line - Affinity to Mind Magic

Noble and Ancient House of Peverell paternal line - Family Magic

House of Fleamont paternal line - Affinity to Potions

Royal House of Pendragon maternal line - Parselmagic

Royal House of Emrys maternal line - Magic Sensitivity

Most Noble and Ancient House of Slytherin maternal line/right of conquest - Parselmagic

Noble and Ancient House of Gaunt maternal line/right of conquest - Parselmagic

Heirships:

Most Noble and Ancient House of Black paternal and blood adoptee line - Metamorphmagus, affinity to Transfiguration

Familial Magic w/o Heirships:

House of Patil paternal line - Affinity to Transfiguration

Magical inheritances:

Affinity to Healing Magic - Phoenix Tears

Medical information

14 Years and 338 days old

143 cm (Severely under the normal range)

31.4 Kg (Severely underweight)

Glamoured to

167 cm

47kg

See attached medical report

Magic Detections

Core: Gray

Access to abilities

Core access: 50%

Affinity to Mind Magic: 12.5%

Family Magic: 0%

Affinity to Potions: 10%

Parselmagic: 45%

Magic Sensitivity: 5%

Metamorphmagic: 15%

Affinity to Transfiguration: 20%

Blocks:

Magical signature of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore on 1st November 1981

75% placed on examinee’s core

Broken to 50%

100% placed on examinee’s affinities

Mind Magic - broken to 12.5%

Potions - broken to 10%

Transfiguration - broken to 20%

100% placed on examinee’s Family Magic

100% placed on examinee’s parselmagic

Broken to 45%

100% placed on examinee’s magic sensitivity

Broken to 5%

100% placed on examinee’s metamorphmagic

Broken to 15%

100% placed on blood adopted father bond with Sirius Orion Black

100% placed on godsibling bond with Neville Frank Longbottom

100% placed on godparent bonds with Remus John Lupin, Severus Tobias Snape

Alice Marie Longbottom nee Fortesque, Andromeda Druella Tonks nee Black

Magical signature of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore on 1st September 1991

100% placed on familial bond with Draconis Lucius Malfoy Draconis Regulus Malfoy-Black

Compusions, spells and potions

Magical Signature of Tom Marvolo Riddle “Lord Voldemort” on 31st of October 1981

Fragmentation of another soul - Horcrux (0,015625 or 1/64th)

Magical signature of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore on 1st November 1981

Remain at Privet drive or Hogwarts

Remain quiet about being muggle raised

Remain quiet about the abuse at Privet drive

Increase traits of Recklessness and impulsivity

Show hatred towards Dark magic and Slytherin

Don't act cunning and sly.

Trust Albus Dumbledore

Blood glamour (James potter with Lily Potter’s eyes)

Magical signature of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore on 1st September 1991

Distrust Severus Tobias Snape

Distrust Draconis Lucius Malfoy Draconis Regulus Malfoy-Black

Mensest Nebula draught (All classes except DADA)

Amortentia (Non active, Keyed to Ginevra Molly Weasley)

Isolate from everyone but Ronald Billius Weasley-Prewett and Hermione Jean Granger

“Oh fuck” Harry gasped as he passed the inheritance test and medical report over to Slipedge. Harry sat back in shock. Hermione was attempting to process what she had read on the inheritance test, it was weirdly difficult. It's all wrong. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. She had compulsions as well. “Oh fuck indeed, your highness” Slipedge commented.

Hermione wasn't able to focus and her body was tense, her mind was at war with the compulsions itself. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. “‘Mione breathe. You're under compulsions too?”. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. The rest of the conversation fizzled out, she was struggling to fight it. Good. It was all wrong. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. She was vaguely aware that Harry grabbed her hand gently and pricked her finger with the athame dagger. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. She barely responded to the pain. Albus Dumbledore is a good man.

She was still frozen, unable to process. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. Her head feels wrong. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. These are not her thoughts. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. Hermione was picked up off her chair. Albus Dumbledore is a good man.Albus Dumbledore is a good man. These arms feel familiar, she nestles herself into his chest. It was Harry. From then everything was a blur. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. Albus Dumbledore is a good man.

Everything went dark. Albus Dumbledore is a good man.

Chapter Text

Harry pov

5th July 1995

Harry had just finished reading his inheritance test. Hermione had read it too. There was so much he didn't know. Sirius was also his dad. He has a piece of Voldemort's soul in his scar. He had godparents, he had family, Harry never was an orphan. It was overwhelming and it hurt.

You're not supposed to know. “Oh fuck” Harry passed the inheritance test with the medical report over to Slipedge not meeting his charcoal eyes. He didn't want to see the medical report. He knew what was there. Harry sat back into his chair and flicked his eyes towards the floor. You can't tell anyone what happens at privet drive.

“Oh fuck indeed, your highness.” Slipedge gasped, his nostrils flared. Slipedge gritted his teeth. “Our healers can sort out everything including the Horcrux.” The goblin was attempting to keep his composure. “Your highness?” Harry mumbled confused and returned his gaze back to the goblin. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione tense up.

“Well yes, according to this you are the crown prince of Albion” Harry had totally just glanced over the word royal in the inheritance test. So much has been hidden from him. “Double fuck. I have no idea what it means to be a prince nevermind a lord.” He sputtered out in a panic. Harry turned to look at Hermione, her whole body was tensed up, her eyes unfocused and glassy. “Mione” He began to panic, he rushed over to her “‘Mione breathe. You're under compulsions too?” Hermione's body jerked, that's a yes then, “Slipedge, can you get me another inheritance test please, and thank you.” Albus Dumbledore is a good man.

Slipedge re-entered the office after a few minutes with a second inheritance test. “Thank you,” Harry breathed. Slipedge said something, he couldn't hear it, Harry was too focused on his best friend. Gently he grabbed her hand and pricked her finger with the athame. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. Hermione didn't even wince, this was extremely bad. 3 drops of blood dripped onto the parchment and the test began to write itself out. He absolutely loved magic.

Hermione Jean Granger

New Blood

Mother: Jean Tracy Granger nee Lyons (Muggle)

Father: Sam Neil Granger (Muggle)

Godparents:

Lordships:

Heirships:

Familial magic:

Inheritances:

Eidetic memory, Affinity for Spellcrafting

Medical information

15 Years and 294 days old

160 cm

51 kg

Magic Detections

Core: Dark

Access to abilities

Core access: 70%

Eidetic memory: 100%

Affinity to spellcrafting: 100%

Blocks:

Magical signature of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore on 1st September 1991

50% placed on examinee’s core

Broken to 70%

Compusions, spells and potions

Magical signature of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore on 1st September 1991

Show hatred towards Dark magic and Slytherin

Don't act cunning and sly

Trust Albus Dumbledore

Distrust Severus Tobias Snape

Don't learn about how the wizarding world works

Act controlling and pushy

Isolate from everyone but Ronald Billius Weasley-Prewett and Hadrian James Sirius Potter-Black

“Master Slipedge, I'm almost certain that there will be more people who will be affected like this. I have something to offer so the goblins can have people to be tested and healed.” Harry offered the goblin. “What do you have to offer?” Slipedge had a glint in his eyes. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. A cross of curiosity and arrogance. “A basilisk corpse. The goblin nation can have it except for some skin for armour and as much venom as possible.” Harry told the goblin voice clear and even, he could not waiver and give the Goblin any reason to distrust him. “That will be more than good enough, your highness. I will contact others to organise a team. We need to get both of you to a healer. Let's go.”

Harry picked up Hermione. One arm around her chest the other underneath her legs. She may be double his weight, but he was a quidditch player and a damn good one, so it was easy. Albus Dumbledore is a good man. She buried her head in Harry's chest, it made his heart flutter. Harry walked down the corridor that Slipedge led them down. The corridor was covered in greys with the occasional door. Towards the end of the corridor, Slipedge led them into a room resembling a hospital ward. There was another goblin in there. She was much older then Slipedge and clearly a healer. She was moving about the ward with elegance and grace, which told Harry of her skill. Slipedge spoke to the second goblin in a language he didn't understand. The Healer goblin turned to Harry.

“May your enemies dread the day they hear your name, Master Goblin. Sorry, I would bow but I am carrying my best friend.” Harry greeted the healer goblin, voice uneven and shaky. "May your gold multiply as your enemies dwindle. I am Healer Elde. You can place her down in that bed there and if you are also here for treatment the bed next to hers is for you." The healer goblin pointed with a slender finger at a bed and prepared two vials. Harry placed Hermione down in a bed, her body was still tense and jerking. It was painful to see. He walked over to the next bed. Healer Elde gave him a vial, “Dreamless Sleep this procedure is easier to do when you are asleep,” she explained to Harry. She poured the potion down Hermione's throat, her eyes closed and her body stopped twitching. Now Harry's concern was asleep, he laid down and drank the potion. His body relaxed and then everything was black.

//

Shifting in his bed, Harry wakes up. His mind has never felt so clear. With caution, he opens his eyes and he is still within the goblin ward. He reached out to grab his glasses, they were sitting on the side table. His arms felt weird, wrong. He sat up cautiously while putting his glasses on. Harry's body feels groggy, it does make sense he's just gone through a medical procedure. His body still feels wrong, it was like it was his but not. He took a moment to look down at his arms. They were still the deep honey he expected but they were littered with scars, small light ones to large dark ones. His arms were small and misshapen, while they didn't hurt his right arm was really hard to move about his left arm not as much but it was still not what he was used to. Harry remembers that he had a blood glamour. This was what he actually looks like, small and malnourished. No more glamour to hide it. Harry hates it, he pulls all his energy, his magic into looking like, feeling like what he normally looks like.

Harry's body shifts and morphs into something more comfortable, familiar. He looked down back at his arms, he was confused. They look like before. He can also see a bit better, like Harry was used to. The goblin healer that was there when he arrived came over. “Why did my arms look like that?” Harry asked as his thoughts were consumed with why and how they shifted. “We removed the blood glamour and when we did, there were many more scars and for why its gone, your a metamorphmagus your magic sensed your discomfort with your body and changed it to something more comfortable” Healer Elde gently replied.

“Okay. Is ‘Mione awake yet I wanna see if she's okay?” Harry mumbled adding items to his mental list, “and thank you so much you have helped me greatly” he added.The goblin smiled, it was a kind smile. “Of course, child, you have suffered many horrible things. Compulsions are horrible in the best situations, never else on children especially to hide cases of abuse. I helped correct a wrong and no, your friend isn’t awake yet.”Harry understood, it doesn't feel wrong to think what has happened to him was abuse. “I always knew what happened to me is wrong, but thinking about it like that felt so wrong. It doesn't feel wrong anymore, my mind feels so clear.”

In the next bed over, Hermione started to twist and turn in her bed. Harry turned to Hermione, his eyes wide and fixated on her. Her chocolate eyes fluttered open and the tension in his shoulders dissipated. “‘Mione!” Harry breathed. Pushing himself off his bed and towards Hermione. Not used to his own height, Harry stumbled across the short gap. He pulled her into a hug, resting his head on her shoulder. “You scared me,” he croaked. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry and held him tight. “We’re both okay now.” she comforted him.

“What happened, the last thing I remember is your inheritance test. Everything after feels fuzzy." Hermione asked as Harry pulled out of the hug. Her eyes narrow attempting to figure out what happened. “Both of you were under compulsions, you were given information that conflicted with what the compulsions wanted. You, young miss, were affected more and effectively shut down. Whereas your friend was able to resist it and carried you from the office to the ward.” Healer Elde explained to Hermione, her eyes wide with shock.

After a few moments, her eyebrows furrowed, calculating a plan. She looked back to Harry, “Okay, we need a plan” she confirmed to Harry. The healer stepped back and returned to her work.“We do,” Harry echoed back, sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed. Hermione smiled looking at her best friend. “Ron is definitely under compulsions as well, we need to learn pretty much everything about the wizarding world” he assessed so Hermione can make a plan. She nodded slowly, processing the information Harry had just given her. “It's also not safe for you to stay where you are living, you've been emancipated and considered of age so the blood wards wont work” she realised. That made sense, they wouldn't function properly anymore.

“Okay I think I have a plan for your living situation after claiming your lordships ask about what properties you have then you can head back to Privet Drive grab what stuff you have left there and warn them if you want I don't care.” She tilted her head back and continued “As for Ron while you are at Privet Drive I'll see if I can get him here, knowing you, you have already set up payment for testing and healing and get him dealt with. We can meet up where you are afterward. And as for our third problem, that's not as much of a priority, a tomorrow problem.” Hermione explained.

Harry understood what needed to be done. He was glad he would leave Privet Drive. He was emancipated, he could do magic outside Hogwarts. Harry gave Hermione a toothy smile. As they got ready to leave, Healer Elde gave them their documents and Harry the potions he needed. The case she gave Harry would last until Hogwarts starts in september. The pair bid their goodbye and returned to the office.

Chapter Text

Harry's pov

5th July 1995

Returned to Slipedge’s office, this time free of compulsions. It was time to accept his lordships. While he had 7 lordships (2 of which meant he was a prince), he had 4 lordship rings and 1 heirship ring. Each would judge him and his magics.

First was the Potter ring, the Fleamont ring had long ago merged with the Potter ring. It was silver with a square garnet, there were runes carved on the inside of the ring. Harry recognised some of them from Hermione's textbooks. Alongside the runes was the Potter family motto “Potest facere impossibile”. He slipped the ring on his left index finger. The magic that surged from the ring felt like returning home after a long day. It was the present.

Second was the Peverell Ring, the Gaunt ring was missing but it was supposed to merge with the Peverell ring. It was almost black, it was missing its stone. On the inside of the ring, a symbol was carved alongside the family motto, “Ut amicus vetus mortem salutamus”. He put this ring on his left ring finger. The magic that came from this ring was familiar like an old friend. It was the past.

Third was the Slytherin ring. A silver snake with jade detailing coiling around a circular emerald. The inside of the ring had a motto, which read “May the ambitious care for those not”. Harry put the Slytherin ring on his right ring finger. He wanted to create a balance with his rings. The magic from this ring understood this and felt like the responsibility to people he had. It was his responsibility.

His last lordship ring, the Emrys-Pendragon ring that had remerged together for the first time since King Arthur and Merlin. The ring was made of Goblin gold and in the familiar shape of a dragon curling into the shape of the ring. At the ring center where the dragon's head meets its tail was a ruby that almost glowed how bright it was. On the inside of the ring, it simply said “Adnabod dy hun”, Know yourself. Harry put this ring on his left middle finger so it’s not obvious that one of his rings was glamoured. It was the future.

His last ring was the Black heirship ring. It was a simple black band with a round onyx set at the center. The inside of the ring had the unspoken black motto engraved on the inside, “Avec des cellules entrelacées”. Harry slipped the black ring on his right index ring, the magic felt deep with echoes of past anguish and pain, something Harry was familiar with. It was his reminder.

All the rings felt right in a way he couldn't explain, it was something he longed for. A connection with his family, one he thought he no longer had, one that was so much bigger than he could ever dream. It gave him hope, something he hasn't had in a long time. Each ring meant something different, each aspect gave a different perspective.

Step one done.

//

“Slipedge, I was wondering about what properties I have. I need somewhere to stay. Muggle preferably.” Harry asked the goblin as he returned from filling Harry's lordship paperwork.

The Goblin waved his slender hand and more documents appeared on the desk. Hermione started to look through them so Harry could ask about other things. “Thank you, Slipedge I do have 2 more items to ask then I believe we are all done.” Slipedge simply raised his eyebrows to get Harry to continue. “One is a matter of transport to my old residence and then to my new one. The other is about the horcrux you removed. Are there more, and how am I supposed to get rid of them?”

Slipedge replied “I will order you portkeys for your transport and will charge your vault. As for the Horcrux there is undoubtedly more due to the amount of Tom Riddle's soul that was left. However you don't need to worry, your highness as the Goblin nation will have the pleasure of tracking down and destroying the rest. Splitting souls is the blackest magic even illegal in the goblin nation, so rest Prince Hadrian and let us fight this battle”

Harry hadn't quite processed the fact he was a prince so hearing out loud made him realise his whole life is different. He will never be just Harry and Harry didn't know how to feel about that so he pushed the thoughts to the back of brain. That was a later problem.

He was also comforted by the fact not all the responsibilities were on him. He has gotten so used to everything being on him. It allowed him to focus on other things.

Hermione chimed in, looking up from the stack of documents she was looking over “Harry, your mum had a muggle flat in London, according to the paperwork it's empty and highly warded.”

“Perfect!”

Step two and five done.

//

Still reeling from the effects of the portkey, Harry walked up the driveway of 4 Privet Drive. It was good luck Vernon wasn't home yet. The nearly healed welts on his back reminded him why. Grabbing the spare key from underneath the planter, Harry unlocked the door and walked in. Petunia was in the kitchen.

“Aunt Petunia”

She looked up from whatever she was doing and snapped “What?”

“I've been emancipated, the blood wards will fall soon. I’d recommend packing up and getting out of here. I'm leaving for a flat I was left. I'm grabbing my stuff and leaving.” Harry's voice was cold and bitter.

Petunia stood there mouth gaping slightly, showing none of the etiquette she prouded herself on. All she could say was “Okay” not really caring, Harry didn't expect much more.

Harry grabbed his trunk from his cupboard. He decided to leave a note for Dudley, he had grown up and matured over the last two summers. Dudley had at some point realised how Harry was treated wasn't right and started to go out of his way to make sure Harry had enough food when locked up in the second bedroom. He'd also grown much kinder, treating Harry with respect. Thinking back on it, Dudley could also be magical and added it to the plan for him to get checked out by healers just in case.

Harry walked out of Privet Drive for the last time with all of his belongings. Harry felt an almost unnoticeable vibration, he whips his notebook out of his bag looking for the latest message. It was an update from Hermione.

Ron has been checked. He had compulsions as well, getting healed as I write this. Meet you at the flat soon. Stay safe.

Smiling, he turned around and looked at the house that played host to his years of torment for the final time and activated the portkey attached to the envelope Slipedge had given him.

When the world had stopped twisting he had found himself in front of a ruby door.

Step three done.

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Hermione's Pov

5th July 1995

It was about 4pm give or take, Ron had just been discharged from the Healer Elde. Hermione had pulled an envelope from her bag, Slipedge had also given her a portkey for Harry's flat. The three of them would be getting permanent portkey for the flat as well as ones directly tied to each other's magical signatures. Harry had insisted, Hermione was concerned about the level of paranoia Harry had, but she really couldn't blame him after the last 4 years.

Hermione and Ron had landed in front of a ruby door. The area around it looked like the standard muggle block of flats. Most of it was filthy and clearly hadn't been cleaned in decades. The entire place was made of concrete, barely any plant life at all. No matter how terrible it was, who was expecting Harry Potter the Boy-who-lived to be living in a run down muggle council estate and therefore the perfect place for Harry to live. Hemione walks up to the door.

Knock. Knock. Wait. Knock. Wait. Knock.

It was their pattern, a way to know it was each other. Just a few seconds later, Harry opened the door, his eyes puffy and red. He looked alot worse for wear, body curling in onto himself. Ron rushed in and hugged his best friend tight. Harry tucked his head into Rons chest and just started sobbing. Hermione got the pair into the front room. Ron was better equipped to help Harry calm down, he had been doing it for years even when he and Harry hadn't been on the best terms, he would do it. Ron was loyal to a fault and it made her chest warm everytime she thought about it.

While her boys were calming down she felt fit to explore the flat. The front room/ kitchen was a simple affair. The walls were eggshell blue; it was barely furnished but enough for Harry to live in. Sofa and table in the front room, no books lying around- must have been taken when Lily left. The kitchen has cupboards and counters, there's only an oven and a kettle for cooking food. There's a bag sitting on the counter- mostly likely food, she would have to ask Harry later.

Hermione left the kitchen and trailed her fingers along the hallway wall. There was one bedroom and a bathroom. Harry's trunk and bag were already sitting in the bedroom. Next to the bedroom was a small room - a study. She set her bag down for her to come back to. She returned to the bedroom, the walls were a deep cobalt, the bed was big with sky blue sheets. She kicked off her shoes and laid on the bed - it was comfortable. She just laid there and thought about everything. It was too much at once.

Why? Why them? Why Harry? How are they supposed to live with this? What are we going to do next? Because never again. She won't let it happen again.

As Hermione laid there in thought, Harry came into the bedroom with Ron right behind him. Harry laid down on the bed, he curled into Hermione's side- like all those times in the common room. “Mione, I got to head back soon. I'll try to be back tomorrow.” Ron murmured just loud enough to break her out of her thoughts. She wrapped her arms around Harry, “See ya soon Ron” she mumbled sleepily. She heard the front door shut with a soft thump. Hermione held her best friend close, one hand creating circles on his back the other in his pitch black hair. She pulled Harry's glasses off his face- they should get new ones soon- and set them aside on the table next to the bed.

Harry- her Harry had been through so much, if she could she would take on all of his hurt but she couldn't. She needs to learn - Step 6. To protect them because she wont let Harry and Ron be hurt again. She would do what she can, play to her strengths and learn. But for now she needs to focus on Harry - he needs the most help right now.

Hermione needed to call her mum to tell her everything was alright and she was staying with Harry. She pulls her phone- a Nokia 2140 she got for her birthday. Her parents wanted to contact her easier while she was at Hogwarts. Magic and technology don't work well together but she could call her parents from Hogsmeade at least. She fished the small brick out of her pocket, it had a short antenna. She pulled up her mum's contact and rang her. She spoke softly, not wanting to disturb Harry. Hermione told her mum she was staying at Harry's new flat and was gonna help him settle in. Her mum was okay with that. She returned her phone back to her pocket.

Step 6 was her domain, books were their best bet. They can't trust anyone. The wixen world is her home now and she will learn it inside and out and no one can stop her. Harry shifted slightly, drawing her attention back to him. He clung to Hermione tightly, scared to let her go. Hermione realised she was stuck Harry laying on top of her chest, shifting from where he was originally at her side. It was nearly perfect, missing a certain redhead by her side but for now she was content

//

It was evening when Harry finally woke from his nap. He tried to shift out of the grip of Hermione's arms and the motions woke Hermione up.

“What's the time Harry?” Hermione murmured loosening the grip on Harry.

Harry moved his arm out and cast a wandless tempus. “Half 6”

“I think it's time for food”

“There's a couple pot noodles in the kitchen.” rolling over off of Hermione - so that was in the bag

“Chicken and mushroom?” Hermione asked. She didn't like the other flavors, they tasted wrong.

“Who do you think I am?” He replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Come on” she said pulling a still very sleepy Harry out of bed and to the kitchen

5 minutes later pot noodles ready to eat. The pair just sat on the floor leaning against the cupboard underneath the counters.

Step 6 was the longest and biggest step. Hermione needed to make sure everything was covered. So after Harry and Hermione ate they went into the study. The wall opposite the desk was perfect for visualising their plan.

Hermione worked on a list of topics they needed books on - Wixen History, Laws and Government, Etiquette, Advanced Potions, Ancient Runes, Spellcrafting, Arithmancy, Magical Inheritances, Wixen Culture, Rituals, Types of Magic and maybe some dark magic books.

Harry worked on the next steps, Step 7 - Get updated with politics, Step 8 - Gain alliances with the other heirs, Step 9 - Clear as many people from compulsions as possible, Step 10 - Deal with the problem of the year

By the time the pair had finished parchment and paper covered the room, it was a start.

Chapter Text

Harry's pov

6th July 1995

Harry had woken up from a nightmare again, he saw Cedic die again and again. He wasn't met with the dim and broken second bedroom at Privet Drive but the bedroom of his flat next to Hermione. Comforted by her scent, Harry was able to drift back to sleep until a more decent time in the morning.

The rising sun slipped through the gap in the curtains waking Harry up. Still in Hermione's arms, he twisted around so he could grab his glasses and slip them on his face. As the world began to focus in, Harry went over today's plan in his head. Today, he and Hermione are going to Diagon alley to get books, though Harry is going to his vaults to pick up any books there. Hermione is doing book shopping. He wanted to go shopping for clothes, both wixen and muggle, then burn the cast offs from dudley. They also needed to get more food and other supplies.

A sigh left Harry’s lips as he began to detangle himself from Hermione’s arms, “Nooo,” she mumbled. Sleeplily attempting to stop Harry from leaving by wrapping her arms around him. “Mione it's okay, I'm gonna get some breakfast for us.” Harry said as he was pulling back from her reach. Harry began to stumble slightly as he walked down the hallway, he was both tired and still re-adjusting to his height changing. He got to the kitchen and realised they had nothing at all for breakfast.

He had to drag Hermione out of bed, her frizzy hair spewed in every direction. Hermione has never been a morning person, her words barely understandable at this time in the morning. Harry cocked his head and smiled as one of his best friends attempted to make herself more awake and not a living zombie. It took her about half an hour but she was finally fully awake and ready to go. Hermione was practically vibrating, bouncing on the balls of her feet as Harry repacked his bag and got ready to go.

//

Hermione's pov

Hermione and Harry arrived at the leaky cauldron about 9am, after the morning rush just to be safe. Harry was already underneath the invisibility cloak- it was the safest option. Hermione split off from Harry at one of the second hand book shops. She was looking for mainly history books at this shop. The shop was falling apart and only being held together by magic. The floorboards worn from centuries of people walking along many routes to find what is needed. Hermione wanders along the trails in a pattern not even known to her. Her flingers trail the edges of the bookshelves as she scans for a book with any information - there was nothing here. Hermione exited the shop with her money pouch still full, she continued her job.

She enters the next shop, and the next. Hermione collects many books on many different topics, on topics they need. Potions for Harry, ancient runes for her and Harry, Spellcrafting and arithmancy for her and Ron, Rituals and types of magic for everyone. She was missing books on History, Culture, Etiquette and a few other topics by the time she entered Flourish and Blotts, this shop will always be magical to her. Bookshelves line the floor to the ceiling- she should be able to find what she needs here. Hermione is drawn to the areas of the shop she couldn't remember, the area her brain had edited out. It had everything she needed. Perfect.

She selected books on every subject she needed, until a familiar voice snapped her focus. “Finally learning about our world Granger?” The conceited voice of Draco Malfoy rang out. “It was hidden from me.” Hermione replied, voice calm and quiet, keeping her eyes towards the bookshelves she was looking at. “Hidden? Whatever do you mean?” He inquired. Hermione looked up and met his stone grey eyes, and she simply said “Compulsions, You're probably affected as well, get checked out,” she picked up the books, “see you at Hogwarts Malfoy.” Hermione walked off, ending the conversation.

After finishing in Flourish and Blotts. She went shopping at the apothecary, for ingredients for Harry, and then got art supplies for Ron. He didn't have many supplies for his art, and Hermione would love to treat him to something. Ron’s drawings were always beautiful.

//

Harry’s Pov

The ride on the carts never got easier, Harry thought as he deeply wished for a stomach soother right now. The twisting and turning made him want to be sick. The cart slowed to a halt in front of the main Potter vault. Entering it was an explosion of colour, the Potter's Indian heritage laid in front of him. Harry walked around all the furniture stored in the vault, just taking it in. It was all his, and all he had left from his family. He was forever glad he had more than the cloak and the map.

He walked over to the jewelry section to find the custom portkeys he had ordered. There were two wedding rings and engagement rings sitting in an open box, Harry picked up the box to look at it. On the front was inscribed Lilian Jasmine Evans-Potter and James Fleamont Potter. It was his parents. He picked up the box and slipped it into his bag with the portkey necklaces for him, Ron and Hermione.

Wandering over to the collection of books and documents, looking through the documents for anything for him or from his parents, there was his parents will and other assorted documents he will probably need at some point. Harry put them into his bag before turning his attention to the books. He picked up the Potter Family Grimoire and his dad’s journals, as well as a couple books on potions and Mind magic. Harry promised himself, he would come back one day when everything was over, as he left the potter vault.

Hadrian continues onto the Peverell/Gaunt vaults. The Gaunt vault is connected to the Peverell vault. The Gaunt side has practically nothing except 2 books he took both with him before moving over to the Peverell side, he picked up the Grimoire and a few books as well as a spare wand, 11 1/2 inches made of Cedar and has the core of Basilisk Heartstring. It used to belong to Iolanthe Peverell as a young girl. The wand worked just as well as his holly wand. A warm feeling settled in Harry's heart, Hope. The Slytherin Vaults were simple, Harry didn't stay long in the Slytherin vaults in anticipation for the Emrys-Pendragon vaults.

He re-entered the cart to dive to the deepest vaults Gringotts has. The Emrys-Pendragon vaults were grand, truly fit for royalty. Covered in the deepest blues and the brightest reds and all the purples and violets in between. Hadrian took a step forward, eyes darting to every point until they rested on the centerpiece containing the crown of Albion, that will be his crown when he is of age. The responsibility on his shoulders is great, but he hopes he can serve his people well.

A soft smile settles on his face as he begins to sort through books and documents to take with him. After finishing what he needed, Harry wandered the large vault until he was standing in front of the Jewelry and wands. A headpiece called out to him it was silver and adorned with red gems. Hadrian put it on and looked into the mirror next to the shelves he found it on. The silver and red gems contrasted his honey skin and green eyes. Hadrian looked right, for once in his life he looked like him. Harry took the headpiece off and placed it in its rightful place and then returned to the cart to go meet Hermione.

When Harry reached the surface and back under the invisibility cloak, he rushed past the crowds to where he and Hermione agreed to meet. Turning the corner to where we could take off the cloak, he saw a familiar mop of red hair and Harry ran to him. Squishing Ron in a hug, “Heya mate feeling better?” “Mhm, is Mione here yet?” “no-” “Right here.” Hermione's energetic voice called out. It was only a matter of seconds before the trio was in a group hug, which lasted a bit too long.

The trio spend the rest of the day shopping in muggle London for new clothes, as well as other bits and bobs they needed from the flat. Harry may have brought himself a couple packs of Dr. Pepper, Finch-Fletchley's shop was to blame for that. Harry had fun introducing Ron to a whole manner of muggle stuff. It'd been a good day.

Chapter Text

Ron’s Pov

14th July 1995

Ron sitting on the sofa, sketchbook in his lap trying the new pencils Hermione had gotten him. One of his best friends, Harry, was sitting next to him, his nose in a book. Glancing over Ron couldn't tell what it was about. He picked up a random pencil, it was grey. It wasn't too dark, so it was perfect for sketching. Spinning the pencil in his hands, Ron begins to draw circles to guide the sketch. He hadn't quite decided what to draw just yet, but for now he was content to draw circles and lines.

Drawing like this was relaxing. It gave him away to allow time to tick like Hermione would do reading, the minutes fade away under him like it also does for Harry, when he stares off into the distance for too long. It's nice to just be, no trolls or cursed diaries or anything dangerous trying to kill them. Harry’s next to him just reading, Hermione was doing something in the study Ron didn't want to know. Y’know for plausible deniability. Never know these days with the state of the Ministry.

A snort of laughter came from next to him. Ron turned to look at Harry, his laugh never failed to make him smile. He leaned over and asked “What are you reading” playfully, twiddling with his pencil. Harry’s voice was soft as he responded. “One of my dads journals, I found them with some other books in the Potter vault.” Ron put his pencil down and shuffled closer to Harry. “Do you have your Mum's?” he asked. “No, I haven't been to Mum’s personal vault yet, I was a bit focused on getting other bits,” Harry admitted, no longer smiling. “That's alright mate, anyways what were you laughing at?” Redirecting Harry’s focus.

“It was one of the pranks they pulled, it was their third year,” Harry began, “they were pissed off with the DADA professor of the year, raging bigot, they decided to drive him out. The first prank was simple: just some dungbombs and a spell to change the professor’s hair.” Ron watched and listened to Harry, as he tells him about the connection he has found to his dad. Ron would do anything to keep him smiling. Harry was so animated especially when compared to normal, Ron watches his face conveying all the emotions and the excitement in his eyes, which were changing colours from Harry’s green to James’s hazel to Sirius’ grey, over and over. The longer Harry talked the more his features began to morph as a reaction to his emotion.

Harry was tapping his foot in a rhythm that Ron matched tapping his fingers against his leg. Without warning, a small shock runs through Ron's body, and a slither of information enters his mind.

//

Harry’s Pov

Harry was having an amazing summer so far, except for the whole Dumbledore problem which was a later problem, he got to spend time with his favourite people, Ron and Hermione and for basically the entire summer. Harry had found a connection to his dad through his journals. He still wasn't dealing with the fact Sirius is also his dad.

While Hermione was experimenting with some less than legal spells, Harry and Ron were sitting in the front room and he was telling Ron about one of the prank wars the Marauders had. Ron listened to what happened with a grin on his face, tapping his fingers on his leg. Harry had mentioned Aunt Petunia as a side comment. Ron froze up and stopped tapping. Harry started panicking, his memory fresh of the shutdown Hermione experienced over a week ago. His eyes were still focused but glassy, just as he was about to call hermione to help him, his body relaxed. Ron looked to Harry blue eyes meeting gray and green and said in a shaky voice “The Dursleys are gonna die by Death Eaters hands.”

Ron began shaking and sobbing, Harry moved to him and held Ron close. Harry comforts Ron, like he does after a bad nightmare. He sat there arms around Ron rubbing patterns into his back, circles and triangles, lopsided stars and pentagons, any and every shape; as his best friend cried on his shoulder, too overwhelmed to speak and vocalise his feelings. Harry was there comforting him until the point when he fell asleep. Harry didn't let go of Ron when he fell asleep, he kept on holding him.

Now, he could focus on his own feelings about it. Harry felt guilty that he didn't care about Vernon or much about Aunt Petunia, but he felt horrible that his cousin would die young. His cousin was actually a good person, he learned and grew. He actually spoke to him as a person, he snuck food into the second bedroom for him. Dudley made the dursleys bearable, he will always remember the hushed conversations in welsh one on each side of the door, giving Harry his humanity back. Harry whispered “Thank you, Big D.”

//

Unknown Pov

A century's old prophecy sitting in the hall of prophecy activates as the sight gifted the knowledge of death to a young seer. The knowledge of death that will end all except one of the line.

Chapter Text

Ron’s pov

28th July

It had happened. Proof of what he had known was actually real. Two weeks after he had seen it or known it. Ron had no clue on what to call it as he hadn't seen it, the knowledge had just entered his mind. He didn't want to think about it. Ron’s sketchbook was heavy in his hands, he needed to let them know. Not just for Harry's sake but for his. It had never affected him before, he guessed that was the effect of having it blocked, even partially. Sketchbook still in his hands he steps out of his room and takes a few short steps to the top of the stairs where the twins and Ginny were watching the adults.

Ron joined them with “They are running around like headless chickens aren't they?” Ginny snorted at the question. Forge with his bright smile said “Of course they are”, Gred chimed in with “they are absolutely useless.” He burst out a small laugh. Finally he opened his sketchbook and sent a message;

The Dursleys have been killed, and the Order thinks you're missing.

The four of them continued to watch the adults trying to frantically worry about how to locate Harry. Lupin and Tonks had just ran from the floo into the kitchen, Tonks had tripped over her own feet landing into a roll and kept running, Ginny laughed. Sirius was yelling at Walburga’s portrait after yet another slew of screeches came from it, as few of the older members were coming in and out of the house. It was chaos but no one thought to ask Ron, Harry’s best friend, if he knew anything. These adults are truly stupid.

Sirius stopped yelling, coming to a conclusion of some kind, he spun around on his foot. He pressed his lips into a line and started pacing back and forth. Ron could see ideas and half formed plans being created by his half-sane brain. Ron focused on Sirius because if there was one person who could figure it out it would be Sirius. He never underestimated Ron, Harry and Hermione like most adults did. Ron couldn't trust the adults around him, they had failed to protect as they were supposed to.

Sirius stopped and looked up to where Ron was standing, he eyed Ron suspiciously. Sirius came up the stairs and kept his eyes on Ron. “You know where Harry is?” His voice gruff from the screaming match he had. Ron could trust that Sirius would put Harry first, even with his bonds blocked, even without knowing Harry is his son. “Of course I do,” he responded, Ron waved the sketchbook in front of him. He could see the cogs turning in his brain before he said “That is genius and a perfect way to get around Dumble’s stupid rules. Protean Charm?” Sirius’s eyes gleaming with excitement. “Modified.” Ron answered. Sirius barked out a laugh. Getting serious again “Can you take me to him?” Ron pulled his portkey necklace from under his shirt. “It's a portkey tied to where Harry is staying.” He explained.

//

Sirius and Ron land in front of the ruby door of Harry’s flat, Sirius sputters “This was Lily’s flat”. Ron acknowledges him with a nod, then he steps to the door and knocks in a pattern.

Knock. Knock. Wait. Knock. Wait. Knock. Wait. Knock. Knock.

It was a variation of their pattern, to let the others know someone was with them. It was Hermione who opened the door, very clearly has just woken up from a nap, her bushy hair was in every direction and her dark brown eyes droopy. She let them in and into the front room.

Hermione's first words were; “They finally found out, didn't they?” “Have you checked your notebook?” Not answering Hermione's question, but jumping right to the point. “No?” She answered extremely confused. “It says why. Sirius caught on that I knew where Harry was. By the way, where is Harry?” Ron responded looking around. “Tesco, he wants crumpets and I'm not gonna deny a man his crumpets.” She mumbled.

Sirius spoke up. “How long have you and Harry been here?” “July 5th, he was emancipated and left the Dursleys.” “Because the blood ward would fall right?” Sirius was putting the puzzle pieces that he was given together. Sirius couldn’t be trusted to know the full truth, not yet he was still half mad from the dementors, but Ron knew he cared for Harry and that's what matters the most.

About 10 minutes after Ron had arrived with Sirius, he heard the signature jingle of keys then the door lock opening. In came Harry slightly hunched over and a Tesco bag in hand, mumbling to himself after kicking off his shoes and missing the fact there was someone else in the front room. Harry ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the kitchen. A few moments later a dazed Harry walked back out into the front room, stared at Sirius and on cue said “For fuck sake.” Then returned to the kitchen. Ron and Hermione burst out laughing at Harry's reaction. Harry was predictable especially when tired. Ron knew his best friend well, sometimes better than himself.

//

Harry’s pov

He needed to get his emotions to shut up. Sirius was here, one of his fathers was here. It was still a lot knowing that he never was an orphan, even if Sirius doesn't remember that he has a son. That Harry was Sirius’ son. Harry could feel the bond between them, it was blocked and warped on sirius’ end, Harry could tell he wasn't fully himself. He had time to think, to breathe and to collect himself. He couldn't let people know he was a metamorphmagus so he needed control over his emotions. Harry was lucky that he had his affinity to mind magic, basic occlumency was easy for him.

Pop! The crumpets were done. He buttered both crumpets, one for him and one for Hermione. Harry walked back into the front room, levitating both plates. He flicked one plate to Hermione, and lowered his own before sitting next to Ron. Harry lent on Ron as he ate. As he finished his breakfast, Sirius said “Alright, I should probably bring you all back to HQ. I'm gonna contact Remus if that's okay.” Hemione nodded and responded “Sure let's go get packed up”. Hermione dragged Harry into the bedroom. They threw most of the stuff into Harry's trunk. Hermione started grabbing the books in the study to put into their trunk. Ron came in shortly after, and went to the study to pack their plans into Harry’s and Hermione’s bags.

20 minutes later, the flat was packed up. Remus and Sirius were waiting for them. Sirius would take Ron and the trunk so he can apparate straight into where they are staying. Remus is going to take Harry and Hermione as where they are staying is under the fidelius charm. With a crack, they were standing on the pavement outside a row of houses Harry glanced at the numbering, number 12 was missing. “Read it and commit it to memory then pass it to Hermione” Remus instructed. The piece of paper was written in Dumbledore familiar swirly handwriting it said: The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, there was no number 12.

He passed the piece of paper over to Hermione and looked up. The houses began to shift, number 11 and 13 split apart allowing a new building to shift inside the gap, compared to the buildings around it was more worn down The bricks of 11 and 13 were light desaturated brown whereas the new building, number 12, were almost black with grime and dirt. This is where everyone has been staying. Hermione nodded and passed the piece of paper back to Remus who lit the piece of paper alight. He led the two teenages into the building. The place looked horrible, it smelt damp and seemed like a derelict building only being held together by magic. Harry could feel the magic soaked into the walls, it was the Black Family Magic. The house recognised him not only as a son of the house, but as its Heir.

It wasn't long until Harry was tackled to the floor by Ginny. “Mate, I've been so worried, glad you're alright.” “I'm alright, I was smart and contacted Hermione,” he explained. “Good,” she replied before getting up. Harry held out a hand and was pulled back on to his legs. All the noise woke up a portrait that began screeching. “Mudbloods! Filth! Stains of dishonour! Taint of shame on the house of my fathers!” Sirius barked, “Shut up,” at the portrait before silencing it with a flick of his wand. Harry flinched at the sound. He turned to Harry, after seeing him flinching. “Sorry about that pup, that old hag is my mother and she was obsessed with blood purity.” He spoke softly. Harry was too tired to see how different Sirius looked two years after escaping Azkaban. His hair was no longer matted, but soft and shiny and turned into an inky black, a colour similar to Harry's own hair. He wore an elegant robe that fit his status as Lord Black.

The kitchen door burst open and Mrs Weasley started to fuss over him and Hermione. “Where have you two been?” She said in an almost condescending tone. Remus cut in before either Harry and Hermione could speak, “Lily’s flat, one of the old order hideouts, it's undoubtedly the safest place other than here or Hogwarts, Molly.” Mrs Wealsey huffed before heading back into the kitchen looking chastised. Remus turned to the two teenagers. “Alright, let's get you two sorted, Hermione you'll be sharing with Ginny and Harry you'll be sharing with Ron, you can go get yourself sorted I'll see you for dinner.” Harry smiled, this will be fun.

//

Harry opened the door of his and Ron’s room to see Hedwig sitting by the window. He had missed her dearly, Harry sent Hedwig to Ron the day he had got the letter from gringotts just in case. “Hello girl,” He called to Hedwig. The snowy owl twisted her head around and when she saw Harry she immediately flew onto Harry’s shoulder. Hedwig started to coo and nip at Harry's ear. “I’ve missed you.” She’s the best owl one could ever dream for.

Harry’s and Ron’s room had two beds that have been pushed together, they were gonna end up in the same bed anyway. He’d been sharing a bed with Ron practically every night since he was 11. Both wardrobes were empty as Ron had been keeping his clothes in his trunk, the walls were almost black, with faint gold and silver detailing. Harry dragged his trunk from by the door and put it next to Ron’s before grabbing his current read and laying down on the right side of the bed, the right side was always his side. He was reading his dad’s fifth year journal, some parts did concern him his dad being a bully for one and the fact that Harry doesn't think his dad and Sirius were completely platonic the line is definitely a bit blurry. It was nice to know that his dads favourite colour was sunset orange or that he was amazing in transfiguration. It was like he was finally getting to meet his dad.

It was around 4pm. Harry could hear some commotion downstairs, some voices he didn't recognise. He suspected the voices were from order members he hadn't met, Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge, Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, Kingsley Shacklebolt and the person he was most excited to meet Nymphadora Tonks. Ron had told him they were a metamorphmagus like him. From what Ron had told him they were some of the main people guarding him at the Dursleys, why didn't they notice him leaving? Or the fact he was clearly not there wasn't noticed for a couple weeks. These adults were incompetent or blinded by dumbledore.

He put his dad's journal on the bed-side table and walked out into the hallway where he could see people going into the kitchen. Harry came down the stairs to join them however Mrs Weasley stopped him who tells him that “The Order is for of-age Wixen, a child has no place in a war.”

“I was emancipated, I’m legally of-age.”

The older members of the order were talking about him like he wasn't even there questioning his statement asking "Does anyone know if he became emancipated before the Dursley's died?", "How did Dumbledore not know about Harry's emancipation?". Harry decided to ignore them, like he had ignored the comments that had surrounded him every year at hogwarts.

“You’re still in hogwarts.” She chided

“But this war is centered around me is it not?” Harry rhetorically commented

“Let the adults deal with it and protect you” Moody snapped

Harry turned to look at Moody before asking him.

“Where were the adults to protect me in 1st year when Voldermolts Wraith was possessing Quirrell? Where were adults to protect me when he attacked me and my blood protection killed him?”

Several adults paled in horror and others gasped.

“Where were the adults to protect me in 2nd year when the basilisk was petrifying people. Where were the adults when I had to kill said basilisk to save Ginny and nearly died.” Harry continued his voice shaking

Mrs Weasley welled up in tears at the reminder of that situation. Out of the corner of his eye he could see hair flashing to red. Those same older members were yet again questioning him “Was all that real?” Harry was getting annoyed at them, they knew nothing about him and yet they judged him, they were like everyone else.

“Where were the adults last year when I was entered against my will and forced to compete in a death tournament? Where were the adults to protect me when I saw a boy killed in front of me? Where were the adults to protect me when I was kidnapped and saw my parent’s killer resurrected?”

Mrs Weasley and a woman with deep brown hair were both crying at that point. No adult dared to interrupt him.

“Where were the adults to protect me as I grew up in a cupboard underneath the stairs? Where were the adults to protect me from the abuse I have suffered?” Harry ended off in almost a whisper. The reaction was instant, Remus eyes flashed gold, Sirius was quiet, Moody was glaring at him. The other metamorphmagus in the room murmured “He's just a teenager”.

Harry didn't want to see the rest of the reactions, he spun on his feet to turn around but ended face first on the floor. He got up and ran into his and Ron's room. Ron and Hermione were there waiting. No words were needed as tears streamed down his face. His head buried in Ron’s neck, Hermione rubbing stars into his back. The adults had never protected him but they have.

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Hello everyone i just have some updates, i'm still on my posting break to work on bits and pieces.

The main reason for this author note is that I'm rewriting the earlier chapters and will be replacing them. I've already rewritten chapter 1 and will be replacing it the same time chapter 8 is posted after the break. The reason why I decided to rewrite them is one they could have been written better and two I accidentally left out some important details.

This author's note will be removed eventually as well as tidying up some chapter notes.