A/N: (Disclaimer) I do not own Harry Potter or any of its original characters, they all belong to J.K. Rowling. The only things I own are any original characters and the plot.
"You better be up Boy!" Was the first thing I heard that fateful morning. "Yes, Uncle Vernon," Were the only words to leave my mouth. I knew that saying anything even slightly argumentative would cause me trouble. "Good," He said, opening my cabinet, "Now go make breakfast."
Later that Day:
It was 11:55 PM and I was patiently waiting for my seventeenth birthday to begin. I knew it would only bring me more pain and suffering than usual, but I was just glad that I would finally be an adult in the eyes of the wizarding world. meaning, that I would never have to come back to this retched place again.
It was at the stroke of midnight night that I began to feel strange, and then it hit. The pain. That unbearable pain. Even worse, it was my forehead and back that took the brunt of it. I was, luckily, able to keep myself from screaming, but passed out in the process.
Early Morning:
When I awoke I felt as though something were off. I soon realized that it was because my back and head felt heavier, so i went to the bathroom to investigate. And what I saw.... It was beyond surprising.
I suddenly had large dragon like wings, and curled horns. On top of that my hair had become 1/2 black/ 1/2 white, and my eyes were red. And I mean a crimson red. I knew that I had been through a creature inheritance, but Dumbledore always told me I wouldn't have one since I was a half blood. It was all so confusing that I got lost in thought, and almost didn't here the owl at my window.
I rushed to my "Bedroom", and opened the window before the strange owl could wake Uncle Vernon. "Hey boy," I said to the owl, "What are you doing here?" I untied the letter from his leg and began to read while ,petting the gorgeous owl that had carried it to me.
It read:
Lord Potter-Black,
we have just received conformation that you have undergone a Creature Inheritance. Due to the fact that you mother was a muggle-born, this should not be possible. It would be greatly appreciated if you could come to Gringotts at your earliest convenience, so that your paper work, and vaults, can be looked over. Thank you in advance for your cooperation with this situation.
This letter is a port-key, and all you have to do to activate it is say "Inheritance".
Sincerely,
Griphook (Goblin in charge of Potter and Black family vaults)
I turned to the carrier owl and said, "Thank you for bringing this to me." He almost seemed to nod at me before taking off through my still open window. I looked to Hedwig, and said, "Ready to go girl?" She hooted in acceptance be settling on my shoulder.
I gripped the letter firmly, and said, "Inheritance.".
In a flash I was in the lobby at Gringotts. Once I got over the initial shock, I walked up to the only open goblin, and said, "Pardon me sir, but I was sent a letter stating that I need to speak with Griphook." He looked surprised by how respectful I was being, but what kind of idiot disrespects the "Creature's" guarding their money?
"Of course. Right this way Lord Potter-Black," he said before walking out of behind his booth, and leading me down a long hallway.
Once we reached Griphook's office, the other goblin (Who I learnt was named Bloodfang) knocked on the door before motioning for me to enter. I opened the door before immediately recognizing Griphook. "Ah, Griphook," I said, "It is a pleasure to see you again." 'You as well Lord Potter-Black. You as well," He replied. "Please call me Harry, Griphook," I responded. "Very well Harry. I assume you know why I asked you here?" He asked. "Yes, I understand why it was needed that I come here."
"I'm glad that is already out of the way then," Came his reply, "We need to start with the inheritance test, so please drop three drops of blood onto this parchment." He handed me a small, silver, dagger, and a blank piece of parchment. So, I cut my palm and let the blood drop onto the paper. Once the necessary blood had dropped onto the paper I healed my palm, grabbed the parchment, and stared.
The parchment read:
Fake Birth-certificate:
Name- Harry James Potter Age- 17 Birth date- 31 July, 1980
Father- James Potter (Deceased)
Mother- Lily J. Potter (Nee Evans)
Creature Inheritance- None
Mate(s)- None
Godparents- Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin
Lordships- Potter, Black
Vaults- Potter, Black
Real Birth-certificate:
Name- Hadrian James-Thomas Riddle age-17 Birth date- 31 July, 1980
Father- Thomas Marvolo Riddle (A.K.A. Voldemort) (Alive)
Mother- James Riddle (Nee Potter) (Missing)
Creature Inheritance- Shadow Elemental DragonBorn (Sub.)
Mate(s)- Neville LeStrange (Earth Elemental DragonBorn/Dom.), Blaise Zabini (Fire Elemental DragonBorn/Equal)
Godparents- lily Snape (Nee Evans) and Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy (Nee Black) and Lucius Malfoy, Sirius Lupin (Nee Black) and Remus Lupin
Godsibilings- Hermione Libra Lupin, Draconus Lucius Malfoy
Lordships-Potter, Gaunt, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Black (If heir dies or is disowned), Malfoy (If heir dies or is disowned)
Vaults- Potter, Gaunt, Riddle, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Black (If heir dies or is disowned), Lupin (If heir dies or is disowned), Malfoy (If heir dies or is disowned)
Potions/Spells/ Blocks/Contracts:
Obliviate (Age 1)
Glamour (Age 1-17)
Hero complex (Age 11-17)
Trust potion- Gryffindor, Ronald Weasley, Ginevra Weasley, Molly Weasley, Albus Dumbledore ( Placed by A.P.B.W.D./ Age 11)
Hate Potion- Slytherin, Voldemort/Tom Riddle, Malfoy's, Severus Snape (Placed by A.P.B.W.D./Age 11)
Intelligence Block-Age 1 (100% Broken)
Parseltounge Block- Age 1 (90% Broken)
Magical core Block- Age 1 (50% Broken)
Inheritance Block- Age 1 (100% Broken)
Memory Block- Age 1 (20% Broken)
Love Potion- Ginevra Weasley
Illegal Marriage Contract- Ginevra Weasley, Molly Weasley, Albus Dumbledore (Made by all three, Promised to Ginevra Weasley)
Too say I was surprised would be an understatement. But so would be saying I was pissed. I couldn't believe it, and on top of that I wasn't even done yet. I still had to go over my vaults.
"Please drop 2 drops of blood onto this parchment to see all vault activity," Griphook spoke up for the first time since I had picked up the other parchment.
I dropped the required blood onto the parchment, and it read:
Vaults of Hadrian James-Thomas Riddle:
Potter Vault-
10,000 Galleons a year to A.P.B.W.D.
5,000 Galleons a year to Molly Weasley
2,500 Galleons a year to Ronald Weasley
2,500 Galleons a year to Ginevra Weasley
15,000 Galleons a year to order of the Phoenix
1,000 Galleons to Hadrian James-Thomas Riddle
*All transactions were approved by A.P.B.W.D.
I was not happy.
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