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...He let Hediwig out of her cage so that she could fly beside him, hopped on his nimbus and took off into the night sky as fast as he could. The wind gently carressing him as he zipped through the air, taking the shorest possible route to the Leaky Cauldron as possible so that he could rush to Gringotts to get the money to pay for school supplies and food.
wait.
He was going to need money to get a room at the Leaky! However did he think he could pay for that without going to Gringotts first!?
«Whelp time to change course to Gringotts.» Harryʼs core accepted
Harry leaned to the side and turned the broom swiftly, the wind seeming to support his every movement, creating something adjacent to a slip-stream in the air.
He landed infront of Gringotts within minutes, tucking his nimbus away and trying to make himself seem at least mildly presentable, Harry walked into the bank.
“Hello, I should like to speak to the Potter account manager.” Harry said to the tired-looking goblin at the front desk
“Very well, I shall call Griphook for you...”
Eventually, after at least an hour of waiting for Griphook. Harry was inquired as to the whereabouts of his vault key, and as he was not in possesion of it, he had to complete an inheritance test.
“Now all you need to do is slice your palm with this,” Griphook said while handing Harry an ornat silver dagger with an engraving of a wyrm curling around the handle.“and allow at least seven drops of blood to seep onto this parchment...”
The paper on the desk didnʼt look special at all, if not a bit old-timey looking. but Harry could feel something like heat radiating off it in waves.
He decided that there was nothing to lose and slashed his palm, a bit too deep for the goblinsʼ comfort, seeing as Griphook looked horrified when the blood started pouring from Harryʼs hand. After around five seconds the cut closed by itself, but it left a scar...
His blood danced across the paper and began to write...
Inheritance Test: Hadrian Ysfemirycajjacitaq Lily James Potter-Evans-Black
Guardians:
James Fleamont Potter(sire, deceased)
Lily Potter née Evans(bearer, deceased
Sirius Orion Black(Blood adopted godfather, illegaly incarcerated)
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore(illegaly considered to be magical guardian)
Lordships:
Potter(Through Blood & Magic)
Peverell(Through Blood & Magic)
Emrys(Through Blood & Magic)
Slytherin(Through Blood, Magic, & Conquest)
Gaunt(Through Conquest)
Heirships:
Black(Through Blood Adoption)
Gryffindor(Through Blood & Magic)
Creature Inheritance:
Incubus(Via Emrys)
Magical Inheritance:
Natural Occlumency
Natural Legilimency
Master of Death
Parseltongue
Parselmagic
Demonic Arts
Shadow Magic
Erosmancy
Magical Blocks:
Magical Core 90% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Occlumency 100% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Parseltongue 25% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Parselmagic 100% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Legilimency 100% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Demonic Arts 100% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Shadow Magic 100% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Creature Inheritance 100% Created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore at the request of Mollandria Weasley
Compulsions:
Loyalty to: Gryffindor, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Hermione Granger, "The Light Side", & the Order of the Phoenix.
Hatred of: the Malfoys, Slytherin, "The Dark Side", Severus Snape, & Wizarding Nobility.
Love potion to: Ginevra Weasley, Administered by: Mollandria Weasley via homemade fudge
Foreign Bodies:
Horcrux, of: Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Voldemort
Tracking spell, created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Low-level nutrient supplementor, created by Severus Snape
Cognitive block, created by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Harry was shocked:
«W-wait Incubus!? Isnʼt that like a sex-demon!? Iʼm to young for this, Iʼm twelve!»
«Relaax just because we could seduce someone doesnʼt mean weʼre doing it as minors~»
«I gues youʼre right but still... It feels weird»
«Eh fair enough I guess»
Griphook grew impatied with Harryʼs dazed, unresponsive expression and proceeded to shake him awake.
“Oh! Sorry, Iʼm a bit shocked is all. Also please can you explain most of these to me. I was raised by Muggles and they kinda hated everything to do with magic.” Harry said meekly.
It was now Griphooks time to be shook. Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world abandoned by his fellow wixen to live with muggles, what a scandal. Ontop of that most wixen never say please to a goblin or any magical creature for that matter.
“Very well, since your own kind seems to have failed you, though it seems that they might not be as similar to you as previously thought...” Griphook trailed off, clearly reffering to his Incubus inheritance.
“Now letʼs start from the top, you are probably wondering what blood adoption is no?”
“Yes”
“Well, blood adoption only differs from regular muggle adoption in the fact that a ritual is performed to genetically relate you to the person blood-adopting you aswell as giving you access to their family magics.”
“Sorry. What are family magics exactly?” Asked Harry.
“Family magics are essentially unique components of magic that can only be passed down via famillial relations.”
Griphook droned on about blood-adoptions, magical guardians—Theyʼre just normal guardians except they have magic—, heirships, and lordships, until eventually he got to the creature & magical inheritances.
“In order to spare us both the akward conversation about what it means to be an incubus, Iʼll just be giving you this book instead.” Griphook said whilst handing harry a rather malignant-looking book titled Demons & the Dark Arts “Itʼll also help with understanding your magical inheritances too.”
«Well that doesnʼt seem ominous at all...» Harry thought as he took the book.
«Iʼm sorry are you forgetting that we are the demon in question?»
«Well I mean when you word it like thaat, now it just kinda feels like those akward puberty books.»
«Oh eww»
“Oh Griphook sir what are the magical blocks. Iʼm assuming itʼs just something that stops you from using magic right?”
“Hmf just something that stops you from using magic. just something that stops you from using magic he says!” Griphook looked furious, but not at Harry himself “Child, a magic core is necessery for all magical beings, including wixen, to live! Think of it like someoneʼs only letting you use 10% of your lungs to breath! How the fuck are you still alive!”
Hearing his account manager, who also happened to be a goblin, swear was not something on Harryʼs 1992 bingo card but here he was...
“But I am no teacher so here is another book for you to brush up on your knowledge of magic types” Griphook handed Harry a crimson leather book titled Magic Types & Spellcrafting, trying to stop himself from storming into Hogwarts and bashing that fraudulent headmasterʼs head in with a club on the behalf of this child. “Though be careful if you attempt to craft any new spells.”
“Griphook sir is there any way to remove all these blocks and 'foreign bodies' safely?”
“Yes, I shall schedule an appointment with the goblin healers now as I donʼt think youʼre fellow wixen should be trusted anymore regarding your health.”
“Agreed.”
(((Cut to Harry being made to lay down on a stone altar surrounded by goblins covered in red and gold veils)))
The tallest goblin steped forward and in duotone voice said:
“Let the purging commence!”
As the goblins chanted, Harry found himself unable to stay awake and fell into a deep slumber...