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Preface:
It had been a typical day in the life of one Harry Potter. He had been woken up by the screeching voice of his Aunt Petunia, telling him to get up and make breakfast for her precious Dudley. He had been pushed down the stairs by his whale of a cousin, then he had been beaten by his Uncle Vernon when he had burned the bacon. After his beating, he had been sent out in the yard to cut the grass, weed the flower beds, and even clean out the gutters on the roof of the house. When he had finished his chores, he had been given two pieces of bread for dinner, and had to watch as his fat uncle and cousin ate enough food for four people each. When they had finished eating, Harry had been made to do the dishes, take out the trash and do the laundry while Dudley did nothing but played on his computer. It was now going on midnight, and Harry sat doing his summer homework by wandlight, so his family wouldn't know he had snuck his stuff from the cupboard under the stairs.
Chapter 1:The Letter and The Truth
Harry Potter paused in the middle of the sentence he was writing and dimmed his wandlight as heavy footsteps passed by his bedroom door, heading to the bathroom. He didn't need another beating from his uncle just because he was studying his magic; he was still sore from his beating at breakfast time, and he was out of the pain potions Severus had given him. He sat quietly at his desk for a bit, until he heard his uncle's heavy steps pass by again as he headed back to his room.
Harry breathed out a sigh, and with a flick of his wand, his school supplies disappeared back into the bottomless bag he had gotten from Professor Snape at the end of the school term. As he shoved the bag under his desk, he glanced over at his bedside clock. With a jolt, Harry realized that it was going on midnight, and he was about to turn fifteen.
He stood up and opened his window in anticipation of the hoard of owls he knew that he was going to get from his friends. Harry sat back down at his desk and watched the last few minutes before his birthday tick by. When the clock struck midnight, immense pain erupted through Harry's body. He quickly grabbed his wand and cast the strongest silencing spells he could think of, before the pain intensified and he began to scream. The pain became too much for him, and Harry blacked out. Unbeknownst to him, his body changed; his hair lengthened and went from jet black to a reddish brown, his green eyes flickered under his eyelids as the color changed to a royal blue.
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The soft hoot of an owl was what woke Harry. He opened his eyes, noticing the dull ache throughout his body. His glasses were on the floor in front of him. He reached for them and froze, seeing the curled claws that topped his fingers. He quickly grabbed his glasses and put them on, only to take them back off when his vision went blurry.
Slightly shocked that he didn't seem to need his glasses anymore, Harry pushed himself into a sitting position and glanced over at his desk. Seven owls of different colors were perched on the surface of his desk, while his own owl Midnight perched on the back of his chair. Midnight gave a soft hoot, then he flew to the floor and nuzzled Harry's hand. Harry carefully stroked the soft black feathers, before glancing at the other owls. He recognized all of them; the two chocolate colored owls belonged to the Weasley Twins, the light grey one was Theo's, there was a white owl with black spots on her wings that belonged to Pansy, there was a small owl the color of caramel that belonged to Blaise, Draco's white and grey owl was perched on the corner of the desk, looking like she owned that spot, and the last one was a rich reddish color that belonged to his account manager at Gringotts.
Harry gingerly pushed himself to his feet and noticed that his body felt slightly heavier than normal. He shook his head and stepped over to his desk. He sat down in his chair, then he glanced over at his clock. He was shocked that it was six thirty in the morning. Being careful with his claws, he carefully untied the packages from each of the owls and then he picked up the letter from his account manager, deciding to open it first. He slid a claw under the wax seal, breaking it gently. He pulled out a piece of parchment.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We the Goblins of Gringotts extend our wishes for many happy returns on this, the day of your birth. As a matter of extreme urgency, your presence is requested at Gringotts at your earliest convenience. There have been several distressing matters that have been brought to our President's attention. This letter will act as a portkey and will bring you directly to my office. The activation code is Potter.
May your gold be ever flowing,
Griphook
Potter family account manager
Harry quickly grabbed his gifts and placed them in the bottomless bag with his school supplies and stood up. He turned to his wardrobe and pulled out his best robes, a white button down shirt and black trousers. He dressed quickly, picked up the letter and said “Potter," just as his bedroom door opened. His aunt screamed as he was pulled through space.
Harry was laughing when he landed in front of Griphook. “Well, young Mr. Potter, from your laughter, I'm guessing you gave your family quite a fright," the goblin said, helping Harry to his feet.
“You could say that. My aunt came into my room just as I activated the portkey," Harry said, realizing how deep his voice had become.
“Mr. Potter, have you always had those claws?" Griphook asked, pointing to Harry's hands.
Harry glanced down. “Not since this morning. I was in a lot of pain when the clock struck midnight, and when I woke up, I had claws, didn't need my glasses and now I can hear my voice has deepened."
“You've also grown a few inches since the last time I saw you," Griphook said.
“That might explain why my clothes feel a little tighter than normal. Griphook, why did you bring me here? Your letter said it was a matter of extreme urgency."
“The urgency is that someone has been steadily taking money from your vaults. I discovered the matter when I was going over the records," Griphook answered.
“Vaults? You mean I have more than one?" Harry asked him.
“You have several vaults, Mr. Potter. How do you not know about them? This is a matter for Ragnok. Please follow me Mr. Potter," Griphook said. He turned and headed out of his office. Harry followed him, feeling rage curling in his stomach.
Griphook led him through the bank until they came to the office of Ragnok, the Chief Goblin and President of Gringotts. Griphook pushed the office doors open and led Harry inside. Ragnok looked up from the parchment he was writing on. “Ah, young Harry. I've been expecting you. May your gold be ever flowing."
“Lord Ragnok, may your gold be ever flowing, and may your enemies fear your wrath," Harry said formally.
Ragnok smiled. “I see Griphook has taught you our ways. Please, have a seat." Harry sat down as Griphook said something to Ragnok in gobbledegook, the goblin language. Ragnok frowned. He glanced at Harry, then looked down at Harry's hands. He nodded once, and Griphook left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Well, Harry, it seems like you have come into a creature inheritance. Would you like to do an inheritance test to find out what creature you are?" Ragnok asked.
“Yes, I would. Today is turning out very strange and it's only just starting. I certainly didn't imagine spending my birthday sitting in the bank," Harry answered.
Ragnok nodded. With a snap of his fingers, Ragnok summoned a long piece of parchment and an athame. He laid the parchment over his desk and handed Harry the athame. “For this test, all you need to do is prick your finger with the athame and allow five drops of blood to fall onto the parchment. This will tell us everything about you; who your parents are, what creature you are, any titles, any familiars you should have, and anything that has been blocked," he told Harry.
“Ragnok, do you think I have blocks on me?" Harry asked.
“Knowing Dumbledore as I do, I can almost guarantee that he put blocks on you," Ragnok replied.
Harry turned the athame in his hand and slid it across the tip of his finger. He then turned his hand over and squeezed five drops of blood onto the parchment. As the last drop hit the parchment, his finger healed and blue smoke rose from the parchment. As he watched, words began appearing across the parchment.
“Harry, while we wait for the results, I have in my possession a letter from your mother. We were given the letter, with instructions to give it to you on your fifteenth birthday, if it was not retrieved from the vault before then," Ragnok said, sliding an envelope across his desk.
Harry carefully picked up the envelope and turned it over. He didn't recognize the wax seal that he found, but carefully broke the seal anyway, and pulled out two sheets of parchment. One was an old photo, showing two men holding a small baby boy between them. The baby was giggling and waving both of his hands at the camera as the men shared a kiss over his head. Harry looked at the other piece of parchment and saw the carefully written words. He knew the handwriting, it was familiar to him, but he didn't know how he knew it.
My darling boy,
As I write this letter, you're asleep in the bed behind me, wrapped in your father's strong arms. You're so much like your father; you have his hair, his eyes, and you even have his temper. Most days, I feel so lucky to have two perfect and powerful men in my life, because you are powerful my son, even though you're not yet a year old.
This letter is to be given to you on your fifteenth birthday, so if your actually reading this, one of two things has happened: one, your father and I have been killed, in which case you should have been raised by your godparents and told all about who you are. The second option is that you were taken from your father and I, and our minds have been erased so that we have no memory of you. Knowing certain people, I'm guessing that you were taken from us.
I have a bad feeling that if you were taken from us, Dumbledore was behind it. He fears your grandfather, and lately I've heard rumors that Dumbledore wants to take over the wizarding world, but he's telling everyone that your grandfather wants to take over the wizarding world. I actually fear for the safety of our family. If he took you from us, he has probably placed magical blocks on you. And I'm guessing that he's turned you against your real family. No matter what you have been raised to believe, you should be warned now, don't trust Albus Dumbledore.
I can't tell you everything in a letter, just in case Dumbledore gets his hands on it. You'll have to take an inheritance test, it will explain everything. I know that if your father and I are still alive, you'll do everything you can to make us a family again. Always remember that we love you, son.
All my love,
Your mother,
Remus
Harry stared at the signature for several moments. He looked up at the goblin. “How is this possible? Could it be true that Remus Lupin is my mother?"
Ragnok pushed the inheritance test closer to Harry. “You should read this. It should explain any questions that letter brought up."
Harry took the parchment and looked down. He was shocked by what was written there:
Inheritance Test
Biological Information
Birth Name: Xavier Jason Lupin-Greyback
Age: 15
Creature Status: Werewolf
Rank: Alpha, (blocked)
Pack: Solberg, (blocked)
Mate: Unidentified
Family Information
Birth Father: Fenrir Thomas Greyback, Rank: Alpha, Pack: Solberg, Mate: Remus John Lupin-Greyback (forgotten)
Birth Mother: Remus John Lupin-Greyback, Rank: Omega, Pack: Solberg (blocked), Mate: Fenrir Thomas Greyback (forgotten)
Grandfather, Paternal: Thomas Marvolo Riddle, (Voldemort)
Grandmother, Paternal: Mariah Elizabeth Riddle n'ee Greyback (Azkaban)
Grandfather, Maternal: Lyall Randall Lupin (deceased)
Grandmother, Maternal: Hope Anne Lupin n'ee Howell (deceased)
Adopted Family Information
Adopted Name: Harrison James Potter
Adopted Father: James Charles Potter (blood adoption, illegal) (deceased)
Adopted Mother: Lillian Marie Potter n'ee Evans (blood adoption, illegal) (deceased)
Godparents
Godmother: Sirius Orion Black-Prince, Status: Vampire, Lady (Azkaban)
Godfather: Severus Tobias Prince, Status: Vampire, Lord
Compulsion Spells
Loyalty Spells:
Albus Dumbledore: 75% affective
Gryffindor House (failed)
Ronald Weasley (failed)
Hermione Granger (failed)
Ginny Weasley (failed),
Order Of The Phoenix: 43% affective
Ministry of Magic: 67% affective
Hate Spells:
Slytherin House (failed)
Severus Snape (failed)
Draco Malfoy (failed)
Voldemort: 83% affective
Death Eaters: 71% affective
Abilities
Parseltongue (Hereditary) (75% blocked)
Parselmagic (Hereditary) (100% blocked)
Eidetic Memory (Hereditary) (95% blocked)
Metamorphmagus (Hereditary) (Racial) (100% blocked)
Eidetic Languages (Hereditary) (100% blocked)
Potion Detection (Hereditary) (100% blocked)
Animal Speak (Hereditary) (98% blocked)
Familiars (100% blocked by use of masking potions)
Inland Taipan (Snake, Magical)
Egyptian Asp (Snake, Magical)
Phoenix (forced bond, Dumbledore)
Arctic Fox (Magical)
He glanced up at the goblin. “My first question is, does this mean that Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, is supposed to be mine?"
Ragnok took the parchment and quickly scanned his eyes down it. “Yes it does, Harry. Probably when he put those blocks on you, he bound Fawkes to him, to fit in with whatever his plans are," he answered.
“Interesting. Ragnok, please don't call me ´Harry' anymore. That's clearly not my actual name," Xavier said.
“Of course, Your Highness," the goblin answered.
“What's with the title? I'm not royalty, am I?" Xavier asked.
“Actually, you are. Solberg is a royal pack. They are actually one of seven royal packs in the world, and they are the highest ranking out of them all. We'll have to do a different test to see what titles you've inherited, but it seems that you are the crown Prince of the entire Werewolf Nation," Ragnok told the young royal.
“Okay, we can do the other test in a bit. I have some more questions about this inheritance test. And can you call me Xavier? I want to get used to hearing it."
“As you wish, Xavier. You can ask me anything you want," Ragnok said sitting up straighter in his chair.
“So, I know what Parseltongue is, but can you explain the rest of my abilities?" Xavier asked.
“Well, from what I know, Parselmagic is an extension of Parseltongue. It allows you to use magic when you speak the language of the snakes, thereby making the magic much more powerful. Eidetic memory is when you can remember anything you have ever seen or heard. Eidetic language is basically, you hear a language, and you'll understand it and speak it as if you've always known it."
“What about the Metamorphmagus ability?" Xavier asked, looking down at the parchment again.
“Metamorphmagus allows you to change your appearance at will. I'm guessing the racial part will come in handy should you ever go to another country. You'll blend in with the natives," Ragnok said with a grin.
“What about the other two abilities. I'm guessing potion detection is when I'll notice when there's something wrong with my food or drink, right?"
“Yes, you won't just know if there's a potion involved, but you'll know exactly which one. Animal speak allows you to communicate with animals," Ragnok explained.
“This says the Animal Speak is 98% blocked. Is that why I seem to know when my owl is upset with me?" Xavier asked.
“I believe so. I've seen the way you interact with your owl. There have been times when you seem to understand him better than the people around you," Ragnok replied.
“Ragnok, can the blocks and spells be removed?" Xavier asked him.
“Of course they can, Your Highness. However, I'm gonna guess that most of these blocks and spells have been in your system since you were a baby. Removing them will be extremely painful. I should also warn you that we might not be able to remove them all."
“What do you mean?"
“Well, to be honest, Your Highness, some spells gain power the longer they are in place. If that's the case with the spells on you, our magic might not be strong enough to break them," Ragnok replied.
“Can anyone else break the spells?" Xavier asked carefully.
“Yes, there is someone who just might be powerful enough to break Dumbledore's magic. The one person Dumbledore fears more than anything," the goblin answered.
“I know just who you are talking about." When Ragnok raised an eyebrow, Xavier smiled. “My grandfather."