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Nobody batted an eyelash when a young child was walking by on the streets on London. Nobody would think that they were someone special or that he just lost his only living relatives.
Harry James Potter was walking down the streets of London, with nothing more on him, than the ratty old clothes on his back and the little blue bunny plushie, that Dudley didn't like and wanted to throw away. But Petunia gave it to Harry, because he just wanted the boy to stop crying. Now it was the only thing he really owned and the only thing that always held to him.
Harry was looking around the city, sucking the thumb on his right hand, while clutching the little plushie safely to his chest with his other hand. Everything around him were just blurry, indistinguishable shapes of various sizes.
He was trying to make out the forms of his aunt, uncle or his cousin. They always played this game of hide and seek. And Harry had always found them again. One time they were hiding so well, that it took Harry nearly four days to find them again, but he did. The memory made a small smile appear on his face.
He didn't realise, that he was walking right into someone, until he was running into their legs. When he looked up, he realised, that the shapes and colours of the buildings were different. Everything was more vibrant then it was before and there was something white in front of him, that was so large, and polished, that the sun was glittering in the facade, making Harry squint his eyes a little, to shade them from the light.
"Excuse me young man." The voice of an older man sounded. It was softer than Uncle Vernons voice. It also sounded so much younger. Yet he still sounded like an adult, but not like any adult, like some kind of royalty. Yes. His voice sounded like the kings, queens and the princes always sounded like in Dudleys TV shows.
"I'm sorwy." Harry whispered, afraid that the man might punish him for running into him.
"Where are your parents little one?" A woman asked. Harry only noticed her, after she came out from behind the man with white hair. She had black hair with white streaks in it. And the blob on her side looked like she was balancing a child on her hip. She gave the child over to the man. So it must be either her husband or her brother if he went after the hair.
"Aunt Tunia said, that they died. They abandod me. But right now I'm paying hide and sik with them." Harry smiled up at them, showing them his best smile, even if it showed his not really cared for teeth.
The woman gasped slightly, when she caressed his cheek and brushed some strand of his hair behind his ear. Harry quickly realised, that she must have seen his scar. He turned his head away in shame, as the woman got back up on her feet and talked in a hushed voice to her husband.
"What is your name little one. Mine is Narcissa." the woman had knelt down again and carefully turned his head towards her again.
"I got no naem. Uncle called me feak and aunt called me boy. I know, that it not my naem."
Narcissa shared a shocked look with her husband, who nodded quickly. "How about we take you to get some food, hm?" She asked the scared boy in front of her.
Harrys mind was overwhelmed. Petunia always said, that he should go with anyone, who says, that they know the, but to Dudley she always said, that he should never go with anyone, who weren't Mom, Dad or Aunt Marge. He knew, that he should not go with them, but if they were offering food? When he found the Dursleys he would get nothing again. It would not hurt anyone right?
After some time Harry nodded timidly. He was scared about going with those people, but his aunt and uncle were nowhere to be seen. Maybe they would bring him to the police station after they ate a bit.
Narcissa took his hand into hers and walked with him after her husband and the sleeping blob on the mans shoulder. Harry was always trying to avoid all the different colored shapes that came their direction. Sometimes he could barely make out when another was coming towards him and he had to suddenly dodge the new shape. After some time both adults stopped and looked at the small child again.
"Say, can it be, that you can't see properly?" Narcissa asked, kneeling down before him again. Harry just shrugged, not knowing what to answer.
"Maybe we should take him to see the optician before were going to eat something." Came the smooth voice of the man, holding the child.
"Yes, I think that might be for the best."
Narcissa stood up again and gently lead him towards the opposite direction and to a shop with big windows and a door, that looked like big glasses. All of them walked inside and were greeted by a friendly woman.
"Lord and Lady Malfoy, what can I do for you today?" Lord? Lady? Were these two adults really noble people? Harry was a little stunned, while Lord Malfoy talked a little to the woman. Harry was shaken out of his thought, when Narcissa brought him into a small room away from the sales area. Had he done something to anger them? Were they going to hurt him now?
"Please sit down on the chair. We will do a few test, before we can give him any kind of glasses." Harry followed the gentle nudge from Narcissa over to a black chair. When he sat on it, it felt like high quality leather, the kind Dudleys riding shoes were made out of. Not that he used them very long.
Something like glasses was put onto his nose, before he felt something prickly going over his skin and his eyes, but it did not really feel hurtful, rather it felt like sand and a feather a the same time.
"Alright. If you would follow me back, than we can find something suitable for him." With that the glasses were taken from his face and all three of them went back to the sales area, where Lord Malfoy had taken a seat and was looking at a few models, while the child was still sleeping in his arms. Narcissa sat Harry down next to her husband and sat herself on his other side. The woman came back with a few glasses, laying them down before him.
They took nearly half an hour before Lady Malfoy was happy with the way the glasses looked on Harry. When she paid the glasses something happened to them. From one moment to the next did everything become clear to him. The shapes became harder outlines and he could different colours even with the smallest difference.
"Thank you. Come. We wanted to go eat something." Lady Malfoy took her own son at the hand. He woke up sometime while they were still sorting out a fitting pair of glasses for him. Harry was a little shocked, how the young boy just sat next to his father, not asking any questions. He was silently waiting for them to be done, his posture that of a young noble man or a prince.
All of the Malfoys were also dressed like they stepped out of one of aunt Petunias shows. The did not wear normal clothing, rather they all wore dress robes with a coat of arms on their left chest.
The young boy named Draco was trying to talk to him. When they went back into the street where he first ran into the Malfoys he was shocked about all the strange things he could see at every corner. All the people were dressed like the Malfoys, even if they were not dressed as finely as the Malfoys, most were still wearing robes. Some of the younger ones were wearing normal clothing that Harry knew, but that were only a handful of children and teenager.
When they reached a restaurant called the golden swan, they lead him inside. Harry felt completely out of place in that establishment. They all looked finely dressed. A young man was standing behind a pult, looking at a list of reservations. He nearly wanted to kick Harry back out again, but when he saw the young heir Malfoy with the boy he choose to rather keep his mouth shut.
"Ah, Lord Malfoy. Lady Malfoy, welcome. We almost thought, that you cancelled your reservation."
Lord Malfoy had to refrain from rolling his eyes. "Just bring us to our table and add a second children's chair."
"Of course. Of course." The young man took a few menus from under the pult and walked into the restaurant, making the Malfoys follow.
The young man stopped in front of a door. "Your table like always Lord Malfoy. We will be bringing a second children's chair shortly." He inclined his head, opened the door and waited till all were inside before moving away. Were they not all sworn to secrecy about their customers he would go and tell his co workers about the ratty looking child that accompanied the Malfoys. But like this he could not do something like this. He could only bring the chair as fast as he was possible.
"Come, let me help you sit young man." He held out his hand to the child. Harry was sceptic about this man, something just did not feel right about him. But at the look Mister Malfoy send him, he quietly took his hand and let himself be helped onto the chair.
"We will order something for you. Do not worry." Draco smiled at him and Harry could not help but smile back. Even if it was barely noticeable and looked kind of forced.
"Can you tell us where you live?" Narcissa asked, after they ordered. Harry looked up from his hands, still picking at his fingers even without looking at them.
Harry shook his head. "Every house looks same. Can't read yet." he mumbled.
Narcissa looked at her husband. "Maybe we should go to the goblins, they can tell where he lives with a simple inheritance test."
Lucius looked at both his wife and the child. "Yes, I think that we should do that. We should also find out what is going on in his house. No sane person would just abandon their child on the streets, especially not if they are magical- He was living with muggles I believe."
Narcissa looked like she also came to that conclusion. "You are right. It could be that they abandoned him not knowing what to do with one of our children. You said they were your aunt and uncle. Do you know what happened to your parents?"
"Aunt Ptunia said tha ey were unken lay'bouts. Killed temself in a car. Said I should ave died with tem." His voice was broken and weak, thinking back to all the times his aunt talked about her sister and her husband that way. He missed his parents and sometimes he really believed that he should have died with them. He hated his relatives, but every time he tried to end it himself his aunt just locks him back in the cupboard without anything at all.
Lord and Lady Malfoy just looked at the brocken child in front of them, slightly trembling and cuddling the small blue bunny to his chest.
Harry was tightly holding on to the hand of Draco Malfoy when they left the restaurant again. Harry was scared that the Malfoy family would bring him back to his family, even after he told them that they did not like him and just wanted him gone.
They walked through the streets of Diagonal ally and Harry was fascinated by all the things he could see in the windows of the different shops. At the broom and quidditch shop Harry stopped shortly, wondering why they were selling brooms that looked like they were not functionally. Some even had little footrests at the end of the broomstick, where the twigs were beginning.
"We can go there later if you want." Draco said after a few seconds of standing in the streets. "But right now mother and father want to go to the bank. We should not make them wait." He carefully pulled on their joined hands to make him start walking again.
They silently walked behind Lord Malfoy, even if Draco tried to engage in a conversation with him Harry just stayed quiet, to scared to do something that could anger the Lord. Aunt Petunia was always very strict when Vernon brought important guests over for his business, so Harry knew a little bit about how he should behave in certain company, even if he was just locked away in his cupboard again. But Dudley was always with his parents on such evenings and Harry always listend in when his aunt was talking about important people again.
He noticed that they were walking towards the big white building that stood proudly in the middle of the ally. When they got closer Harry noticed some weird creatures stand in front of the entrance, holding spears and wearing armour, watching over the people that entered and the ones that just walked by.
"Don't worry. Those are goblins, and even if they look kina scary, they are very friendly creatures if you know their customs and treat them with respect." Draco whispered when they entered and noticed Harrys scared expression.
The Malfoys walked over to one of the bank tellers and exchanged a few quiet words, before they were all moved into a meeting room with a long dark wooden table in the middle. Harry was speechless at all the ornaments in the room. Everything looked like it belonged into a castle, with busts stowed in small pockets in the back wall. Even the chairs looked like they should rather be in a museum than in a bank.
Harry obediently followed the Malfoys over to the table and sat on the right of Lord Malfoy when he indicated. "Normally only my heir will sit there, but this is a special occasion and we are not in public right now." Lord Malfoy said to Harry, looking down his nose at him, but not really looking at him.
Harry continued to look around the room while they waited for another goblin to come to them. He was picking at his fingers again and biting his lower lip a little. When the door opened up to three new goblins Harry nearly jumped from his chair.
"Good Day Lord Malfoy. May your enemies bleed at your hands."
Lord Malfoy inclined his head a little before answering: "Good day sir Sharpfang. May your coffers never be empty."
Harry swore that he saw a grin like grimace form in the face of the creature. It just made it look even more scary in his opinion, but seemingly no one else felt the same way he was about them. It had to be normal that way.
While Sharpfang went over to the table Harry noticed, that two guards walked in with the first goblin and just stayed at the door, silently staring ahead of them.
"What brings you to me on this fine day?" the goblin questioned.
"We found this young man walking the streets of Diagonal ally all alone. He could not even see correctly, we had to get him a pair of glasses. Anyway, we wanted to find out his name and where his guardians live, so that we can maybe have a few nice words with them. Also if the circumstances allow for it, we would like to blood adopt this young man."
At those words Harry looked up from his fingers with a shocked look and at all the people in the room.
"Yes, I will send for everything at once. Tell me youngling, what may your name be?"
"Feak." Harry mumbled.
The goblin looked at Lord Malfoy, who just looked at him with a look that said: See why we want to take him away from there? The Goblin nodded and scribbled a few things down onto a parchment with a feather.
After a short moment a piece of parchment landed in front of Harry, together with a dagger. It looked like it would hold power. It was a black blade, carved with runes Harry did not understand and the handle was wrapped in leather of the finest quality.
Questioningly he looked up at the goblin.
"Oh right, I always forget that most muggleborn do not know of our customs. Please put three drops of your blood on the ring at the top of the parchment, the rest will do it by itself."
Harry was still a little sceptic, but despite his fears he took the blade in hand and cut his thumb on his left hand, letting three drops of his blood fall down onto the piece of parchment, filling out the ring perfectly, before just disappearing into the parchment itself.
Harrison James Potter-Black
Carrier
Mother: Lily Potter neè Evans
Father: James Fleamont Potter
Godparents
Sirius Orion Black
Severus Snape
Alice Longbottom
Guardian:
Petunia and Vernon Dursley - Privet Drive 4
Albus Dumbledore (illegale magical guardian)
Heir/Lordships
Potter- since birth
Black- since birth
Slytherin- second heir since birth
Le Fay- since birth
Emrys- since birth
Peverell- since birth
Titels
Lord Potter
Lord Black
Heir Slytherin
Lord Le Fay
Lord Emrys
Lord Peverell
Master of death
Vaults
Potter- 194
Black- 465
Slytherin- 825 (not all are accessible)
Le Fay- 687
Emrys- 4851
Peverell- 886
Properties
See other parchment
Potion and spell damage
Magical core blocked 5% - placed by James Potter
Horcrux attached to scar - by Tom Marvolo Riddle on accident
Magical core blocked 75% - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Parsel magic blocked 90% - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Loyalty potion to Albus Dumbledore - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Loyalty Potion to Gryffindor - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Loyalty potion to Weasley family - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Loyalty potion to order of the Phoenix - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Love potion to Ginevra Molly Weasley - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Magical leech - placed by Albus Dumbledore
Note: Notice, that his magic is extremely weak and his body is deteriorating. Seek professional help immediately.
Narcissa and Lucius both looked shocked down at the parchment. Both couldn't understand how anyone could do something like blocking the magical core of a child off.
"We need to do a medical test on him." Lucius stated. Only second later did another piece of parchment land in front of them and with a nod did Harry drop another three drops of his blood on the parchment like he did on the one before that.
Both Malfoys took the parchment of the four year old child. Of course, this was Harry Potter, but this was not okay on any level. Dumbledore was lying to everyone. He always gave interviews, telling them Harry was living the life of a prince and that he was receiving enough love and care than anyone could handle. But now they held the proof of the exact opposite in their hands.
"Please give Harrison a cleansing and bring him to the healing chambers." Narcissa said. The goblins nodded and one of the guards left the room.
"Harrison," Lucius turned over to the boy, "You will be going with the goblins shorty, they will heal you. And we will wait here for you." Harrison nodded, but his eyes betrayed him. They spoke of fear, pure unfiltered fear.
"Don't worry Harrison. I'll go with you." Draco exclaimed. He got up from his own chair while his parents were reading Harrisons results and had moved to him, laying his hand on his arm and giving him silent comfort through it. Dracos parents smiled a little bit at their son.
At that moment the guard goblin came back into the room, followed by another goblin and a man with dirty blond hair and black eyes.
"Good day Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy. I'm healer Smithclaw and this is curse breaker Wilson, we will be the ones to heal Harrison." The goblin said in a scratchy and deep voice.
"If you would come with us please."
Carefully Harrison got up from the chair and gripped Dracos hand hard before following the goblin and the curse breaker through another door out of the room.
Draco was a calming presence next to him when they walked into a room with a rune circle drawn onto the floor.
"We advice for you to put on those clothing, to ensure that none of your own get destroyed in the process." The curse breaker gave him a white linen dress that Harrison recognized as one of the robes that you get when you were admitted to the hospital. He never wore one, but he knew it because Dudley once got himself admitted and as the good cousin and happy family he had to also go and visit his cousin.
The man pointed at a small stool with a room divider in front of it, so that he could change without anyone seeing him.
Harrison walked over to it and closed the room divider before pulling his secondhand shirt from Dudley over his head. He also removed the piece of string that held his trousers on his hips, before letting them also fall to the ground. His shoes were nothing more than a few pieces of old leather belts sewn together, but they already had a lot of holes in them and even the thread was slowly deteriorating. The only thing he kept on were his boxers, that were a few sizes to small for him, before pulling on the white hospital gown. It fitted him more than most of his clothing did and reached past his knees.
When he was done Harrison walked back to the man who gently guided him into the rune circle. Harrison threw one last look at Draco, before he was laid down onto the ground and bound by his hands and feet.
"Don't panic. We just want to make sure, that you will not damage yourself more while we heal you." Smithclaw said when he noticed Harrisons panicked facial expression.
But it did not help Harrisons panic. Were they going to punish him now for telling lies again? Aunt Petunia said that she would kill him if he would be saying one more lie. And he felt he was right when the man started to chant something and every single muscle and bone in his body was starting to hurt worse than after one of Vernons beatings. But it did not last long for him, because the pain was to much for his small body to handle and he passed out.
When Harrison was waking up again he was laying in a sterile looking room, with a white ceiling and walls and wooden floors. Even his bed was fully white. The next thing he noticed, was that he was really not alone. Both Narcissa and Lucius as well as their son Draco were sitting right beside his bed.
While the adults were silently talking amongst themself, was Draco just carefully watching Harrison. When he noticed that Harrison was awake he jumped up and started asking questions in rapid succession. Harrison could barely keep up with him.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better? Do we need to call the healer? Is your magic stable? Can you feel your magic now?"
Harrison was a little stunned at Draco mentioning magic. It was not real right? At least his relatives always said so.
"Draco, dear. Give Harrison a moment. He was raised by muggles in case you forgot." Narcissa gently said. "How are you feeling dear?"
Harrison looked at the gentle face of Narcissa Malfoy and thought a little about her question. "Eveything aches."
"My husband and I wanted to ask you something important, but only if you feel good enough for it." Harrison nodded to let her know, that he felt well enough for her question. "Lucius and I would like to adopt you. That means that you would never have to go back to your aunt and uncle. Would it be something you want?"
Harrison was shocked. Someone wanted him? Would that mean he would finally get a real family? He asked if it would really give him a family.
With a small gentle laugh Narcissa said: "Of course dear. You would be a Malfoy, and family always comes first for a Malfoy."
Harrison thought a while about it. He did not answer her right away, and the healer came in before he could give his answer.
"Alright young man. Lets have a look. It seems that you have healed very well and every block is gone. Also we found a marriage contract, that we ended, because it was illegally signed by Dumbledore. But you should be free to go now." The healer said. She gave Lord Malfoy a binder with all of Harrisons medical information. "Also, we gave him all his shots. He was missing every singe one of them." With that she left.
"Narcissa?" Harrison asked quietly and if the room would not have been as quiet as it was, his voice would have been going under in all the other noises.
"What is it dear?"
"I think, I want be with you. Yu are nice peepol."
Narcissa smiled and Draco was doing a small dance near his bed and holding on to his hand, even Lucius smiled a little at Harrisons words.
"Than I will send for a blood adoption potion right away. Loppy!" Lucius said. Another small creature with long ears and tennis ball big eyes landed in front of Lord Malfoy.
"What can Loppy be doing for Master Malfoy?"
"Please go to Sir Sharpfang and ask him to come to the healing floor and he shall bring a blood adoption potion."
The little creature nodded quickly before disappearing with a loud 'Plop'. Harry flinched a little at the sudden noise.
They had to wait for a little while before the goblin Sharpfang came back inside with a glass bottle filled with some kind of liquid. "I was informed of a blood adoption happening?" Sharpfang asked when he entered into the healing halls.
"Yes. We would like to adopt Harrison into our family, with everything excluding, the change of his father and that of his original parents. We only want to change and add ourself as his parents." Lucius said. His voice as calm and stoic as ever.
"Of course. Than we would need ten drops of Lady Malfoys blood and only five drops of of your blood Lord Malfoy." He said, walking towards the bed and giving Lady Malfoy a dagger, that looked an awful lot like the one he had used.
Narcissa slit open one of her fingers and let ten drops of her blood fall into the flask with the other liquide. When she was done she gave the dagger over to her husband, who repeated the procedure. When both adults were done with the blood the goblin took the flask back and chanted something quick.
Then he gave the flask to Harrison, who looked at it questioningly. "What?" He simply asked.
If Sharpfang could roll his eyes he would have done so, but like this he just sighed and said: "You have to drink it. After you should be part of their family."
Harrison looked a little disgusted at the prospect of having to drink the blood of the Malfoys. He closed his eyes, counted to ten and then gulped the whole contents down. He grimaced at the taste and that it was pretty thick and slid down his throat like mouldy juice.
Harrison chocked a little and nearly threw it all up again, when he saw his skin changing colour. Slowly his sun tanned skin turned a sickly looking white like the skin of the Malfoys. He looked over at his new parents, who smiled indulgently at him.
After ten minutes or so Sharpfang gave him a mirror, so he could look at himself. His hair had became lighter, to a very light colour, but not as white as Dracos or Lord Malfoys hair. And while it still retained some of his unruliness, his hair had began to grow to about his shoulders and straightened out a little. The green of his eyes was also nearly completely gone and changed to a greyish blue colour. Even his face became more sharper, but still looked roundish at the same time. His cheeks were rosy and his lips were a little fuller and a soft, pale pink.
"He looks like a little angel." Lucius said. His wife nodded and Draco jumped onto the bed and hugged his new brother.
"I have a brother!" He squealed.
"Draco. He is still not fully healed. he will have to take a lot of potions to even get to a point of healthy again. Besides we will have to go and get him some new clothes and necessity's." Lucius chided his father. Draco let his brother go a little, but still held on, even if it was a lot softer now than before.
Harrison got put into a few old clothes from Draco, so that he would not have to walk around in his tattered clothing any longer. Even if they were second hand clothing again Harrison felt a lot better in them than he did in Dudleys old clothing. They not only looked finer, but they also felt a lot better on his skin than Dudleys did.
When they all finally left the bank Harrison was holding on to his new brothers hand and smiling like he just got gifted the whole world to him.