Tony Stark and his magical son

The One With The Journal

"Mr. Potter!!"

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud voice. He looked up to see Ragnok staring at him.

"Now that this is over with, would you like to see your vaults?" Ragnok asked staring at him expectantly.

"Vaults?" What vaults?

"Did you not see your inheritances, Mr. Potter? You can visit the Potter, Black, Slytherin and Gryffindor vaults."

Harry thought about what Ragnok was talking about. He looked back at the parchment. How could he have missed this? He was so busy thinking about his father that he did not read the rest.

"I understand about the Potter inheritance but how did I get the others?" Harry asked Ragnok .

"Mr. Potter, as you must have known, the mass murder, Sirius Black is your godfather. As he was the lord of the House of Black, he has decided to leave all his properties and vaults to you."

Harry wanted to scream at Ragnok and tell him that he is innocent, that he is not a mass murderer, but he refrained himself from doing that.

"And the others?" Harry managed to ask in a weak voice. All of this was really overwhelming for him. Finding out that his father was not really his father, that he didn't even know who his real father was and that he was the lord of four Ancient and Noble houses in one day was not easy.

"Your father was a direct descendant of the Gryffindor line and you did defeat the dark lord so that would explain the Slytherin inheritance."

Harry just nodded because he was too dumbfounded to speak.

"So which vault would you like to visit, Mr. Potter?"
"The Potter vault"

Ragnok nodded and led Harry out towards the different vaults.

As Harry entered the vault all he could see was gold. Lots and lots of gold. Harry walked deeper and deeper into the vault.

Something to his right caught his eyes. When he looked closely he saw a small brown trunk. Aside from his mother's name on the front there was a faded white lily which looked to be hand painted on the top. He gently stroked the lily. He imagined the red-headed girl from Snape's memories painting this, excited to be attending Hogwarts. Could she have imagined where that path would lead?

Harry opened the trunk which had several compartments. The first was full of trinkets and school robes, and the next was just school books. Harry began to feel worry as he opened up the last compartment. What if this was only her old school things? The boy had no idea where to search next if there was nothing there.

He opened the last compartment and found a mess of things. Letters, notebooks, journals, and old newspaper clippings. He took out all the items.

Harry examined the letters first, but all of them were from James Potter. No mysterious lovers. He felt acid come up his throat. Yesterday, he would have been ecstatic to find these, and now he just felt sick. His worldview was shattered. James Potter was not his father. Harry felt a flash of anger surge through him, and he threw the letters back into the trunk. No, James Potter was the man his mother cuckolded.

The notebooks turned out to be research into different charms, and the old newspaper clippings Harry recognized were about Voldemort in some fashion, whether about mysterious disappearances, muggle gas leaks, or obituaries. He put them back into the trunk and looked at the journals.

It seemed his mother had kept journals from the start of Hogwarts until her death. There was a journal for every year. Harry hesitated. Although he made up his mind to pursue the truth, his heart was apprehensive. Closing his eyes, he breathed in. He could do this. He then picked up the 1980 journal and began to flip through.

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