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Harry Potter has always thought he had complete control of his life and knew who he was, but that isn't the case at all. His name isn't even Harry James Potter, but instead is Hadrian Marvolo Riddle...
"Gold," I say and feel a tug on my lower gut when I do so. I close my eyes as it felt like I was thrown off the ground and into the open air. I feel the ground come back to me and slowly open my eyes again. I now no longer stood in the backyard of my Aunt and Uncles, but stood in Gringotts. I walked to one of the free goblins and he glared down at me from his seat.
"I'm here to see Griphook," I say quickly and he scanned me up and down for a second.
"Name?" He said scowling at me. But thats just how goblins are to wizards.
"Harry James Potter," I whisper to him trying not to draw attention to myself. He nodded and got up.
"Follow me sir," he said and I followed behind him pulling my trunk with me and holding onto Hedwigs cage while she sat in it locking around. He came to a stop infront of an office door and knocked twice.
"Come in," came a gruff voice and I watched as the goblin that I first talked to went in. He came back out and pushed me into the office. "Ah, so you have finally graced me with you presence, how nice of you to answer my letter," he said and I gave him a confused look.
"The letter I got today was the first and only one I have ever gotten from Gringotts," I say and he gives me a shocked look.
"I have sent you a letter every month since you turned eleven as I needed to go over your family vaults with you and any and all withdrawls made from them," he said and I gapped at him in pure shock. I had never gotten a single one of those letters.
"I never got a single on of them," I say in disbelief. He now looked at me worriedly. But then he shook his head and motioned for me to sit.
"Can you please remove the hood so that I can verify that you are who you claim to be," I knod and pull my hood down. I adjust my glasses slightly as he looks at me. He pulls out a blank paper and puts it in front of me with a sharp knife. "As I now know that you are Harry James Potter with a twist of Voodoo doll we can begin, as your birth certificate does not add up, I wish for you to take an inheritance test to reveal what someone has tried to cover up. Eight drops of blood to reveal your birth certificate and sixteen to show all blocks, potions and spells used on you," he says and I nod again. I take the knife and cut my finger and let sixteen drops of my blood go onto the page.
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"Someone was definitely trying to cover up and control your life as this is most definitely not what the fake birth certificate says," Griphook glares at the paper and pulls another one out.
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I couldn't help but glare at the offensive piece of paper that basically said my life was one big fat lie that had been conjured up by some old coot who probably thinks life is just one massive game of chess.
"I want all blocks, potions and spells removed, along with Albus Dumbledore removed as my magical guardian," I say and Griphook nods.
"He is no longer your guardian anyway, so why?" He asks.
"As he is my magical guardian, some of my money will go to him when I die and also its obvious he is the one who had altered my memory, took me from my family and gave me to people abusive muggles who I am not related to in anyway," I say crossing my arms. He nodded and pulled out a potion of some kind and held it out to me.
"Drink it, its a counter potion that will stop all the effects of any potion/posion that you have been injected with, I will have someone go out and buy you a years supply for while you are at Hogwarts to stop any potion that is used on you during the day," Griphook says and I take the vile and open it. It doesn't smell to bad but that says nothing of the taste. I tip the vile's content down my throat and swallow before gagging at the horrid taste. I turn back to Griphook.
"What about the spells and blocks placed over me?" I ask and he thinks for a second before getting up and telling me to follow him. He open the door and we walk down a corridor towards another room that I'm taken inside of. More goblins come in aswell.
"Now this will hurt and you will most likely pass out, but you will be fine. I need you to stand in the centre of the room," Griphook says and I nod and go stand in the middle of the room while the goblins made a circle around me.
"Reserare signatus est enim. Animo, quam quae laedi reparare. Remove omnia quae magica sunt unwanted corpus onto errore deceptus adores ea, et mentem meam." They chanted and with each new sentence a pain so great built up in me. I didn't scream though, years of the abuse my 'uncle' dealt out to me taught me never to scream, cry or show any sign of weakness when in pain. The last thing I saw was a flash of light before I passed out.
