Chapter 1: Gringotts
Chapter Text
Harry's heart aches, his mind feels blank, and the surroundings blur together in a bright white.
'Sirius is dead.'
His heart was pounding, and his vision was cloudy. Moving a shaking hand, he brought them to his eyes, feeling dampness.
The door opens, and he hears someone talking to him. He can't focus on the words they're saying. Someone grabs his shoulders, jerking his body back and forth.
"Harry," he hears. He glimpses up, eyes locking with baby blue. Dumbledore smiles at him, making Harry shrink back. For the past year, this man had been ignoring him. Even when he tried going to him for help with the abuse from Umbridge.
"I'm glad you're okay, my boy." He tries to move away from Dumbledore, but the older man holds on tighter to his shoulders.
"I will take you back to the Dursleys in a few days. The school will take a break to upgrade our defenses for Voldemort's return, so you'll have to stay there for the time being."
The man grinned at him like he loved the idea of that madman being back. He tries to pull away again, successful this time.
Then, his brain finally came back to him. "Wait! No, please, sir, can't I stay here?" Dumbledore just smiled at him, ignoring his plea.
"We will leave in two days; make sure your belongings are all packed by then." With that, he left the room, which he now noticed was the hospital wing.
He stared blankly at the door. 'No, no, no. I can't go back there. I have to leave. If I go back, the beating will be worse. They'll no longer be scared of Sirius. I'll take money out and leave. There has to be a way to get out.' his heart raced as he devised a plan.
With that, he jumped off the bed, pulling his invisibility cloak out of his pocket and throwing it over him.
He made his way out of the room, avoiding all the teachers conversing in the hall.
Once at the secret passage to honey-dukes, he rushed down the dark tunnel, throwing open the door on the other side and rushing out of the shop.
'I need to get to Gringotts.' Looking around, wondering about transportation, he remembered the bus. Swiftly making his way to a secluded area, throwing off his cloak, he pointed his wand up.
In a matter of seconds, the knight bus appeared before him.
"Where ya headed?" Ernie asked him. He shuffled on, glancing around and noticing the lack of people, sighing in relief.
"Gringotts, please." He sank into his chair, relaxing as they got farther away from Hogwarts and Dumbledore.
They were there in a flash; when they stopped, he stood, handing over the money and making his way to the front of the bank. He kept his head down, hoping no one would recognize him.
He walked up to the available Goblin teller, shuffling his feet nervously. "Hello, I'm here to take out some money?" The Goblin looked down at him, "Name?" they drawled.
Harry locked eyes, shifting his hair to show off his scar, "Harry Potter."
The Goblin held out their hand, "Key?" He panicked, "I've never had my key. Someone else always has. Do I need it?"
The Goblin sneered at him, "We can take a blood test. If you lie about who you are, there will be dire consequences. Follow me."
Harry shook as he followed the Goblin. 'What if I'm not Harry Potter? What if I've been lied to all my life? Will I die?' His panicked thoughts cut off as Griphook led into a room, and he saw a familiar Goblin.
"Hello, Griphook!" he said, happy to see a familiar face. The Goblin looked shocked, making him tilt his head in confusion. Griphook seemed to have shaken himself out of it, gesturing to a chair across from his desk.
He sat, feeling the chair creak slightly, watching as the two goblins communicated in an unknown language before turning back to him. "Hello, Mr. Potter. All you need to do is put three drops of blood on this parchment. It'll do a complete blood test," Griphook explained, putting a piece of parchment and a dagger on the table before him.
Grabbing the dagger, he swiftly sliced his index finger, watching as three drops of blood fell.
The wound healed as the paper started to glow a bright yellow, words dancing across the page. Harry picked it up when it fished, gaping at what he saw.
Name: Harry James Potter
Parent(s)
Lily Potter Nee Evans (Biological Mother)
Shouta Aizawa (Biological Father)
James Potter (Blood Adoption)
Sirius Black (Blood Adoption)
Godparent(s)
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Living Relative(s)
Shouta Aizawa
Petunia Dursley Neé Evens
Vernon Dursley
Dudley Dursley
Narcissa Malfoy
Lucius Malfoy
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Lordship(s)
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter (Blood Adoption)
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell (Blood Adoption)
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Gryffindor (Blood Adoption)
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black (Blood Adoption)
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw (Biological Mother)
Heirship(s)
Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin (Conquest)
Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt (Conquest)
Vault(s)
0003-0072 - Hogwarts founders - Ravenclaw Library, Gryffindor Armory.
0346 – Peverell main vault
0347 – Peverell Heir vault
0456 – Potter main vault
0687 – Potter Heir vault
0120 – Black Main vault
0667 – Black Heir vault
0699 – Gaunt Heir vault
bequest vault(s)
Smith
Jones
William
James
(see Goblin manager for the full list of bequests)
Bank Activity:
Recurring Transaction(s)-
500 galleons/month – Albus Dumbledore
500 galleons/month – The order
50 galleons/month – Molly Weasley
25 galleons/month – Ginevra Weasley
20 galleons/month – Severus Snape
20 galleons/month – Ronald Weasly
20 galleons/month – Hermione Granger
Block(s)
Intelligence – 70% Blocked
Photographic Memory – 100% Blocked
Natural Occlumency – 60% Blocked
Metamorphmagus – 100% Blocked
Animagus – 100% Blocked
Magical core – 90% Blocked
Parseltongue – 50% Blocked
Parsel Magic– 100% Blocked
Natural Wandless Magic – 90% Blocked
Natural Wordless Magic – 90% Blocked
Quirk –100% Blocked
Potion(s)
Love Potion – keyed to Ginerva Weasley
Loyalty Potion – Dumbledore, Light Magic, The Ministry Of Magic, The Order, Gryffindors, Ronald Weasly, Ginerva Weasly, Molly Weasly, Hermione Granger.
Distrust Potion – Severus Snape, Slytherins, Tom Riddle.
Submissiveness Potion – keyed to Dumbledore
Rage potion
Appearance potion – made to look similar to James Potter
Mail Redirect potion
Contract(s)
Marriage Contract: To Ginevra Weasley, signed by Molly Weasley and Albus Dumbledore
Other
Horcrux of Tom Riddle in Cured Scar
Griphook gently took the paper out of his hands, staring in shock, "Lord Potter Peverell Black Ravenclaw Gryffindor, we need to get you cleansed immediately. I'm surprised you're alive with all the potions and blocks on you."
Staring up at the Goblin, he shook off his shock. Nodding, he leaned forward. "It says I'm adopted and that my biological father is alive. How can I find him? And what's a quirk?"
Griphook sighed, leaning back into his chair. "I'd suggest getting your lord and heir rings, then getting a cleansing first. We can figure out where to go from there."
Harry tilted his head, "What exactly are Lord and Heir rings?" Griphook looked mad at this.
"Did no one tell you that you would one day be a lord?" Harry shook his head, "No! No one ever tells me anything! I can see why now. All I am is a pawn for these people! They don't care about me, and they've been lying to me this entire time!"
He continued ranting, not noticing his magic lash out all around him, exploding the bookshelves until Griphook snapped his fingers in front of his face.
The Goblin sighed, "Once you leave today, you must go to Flourish and Blotts and get books about Lordships. I can explain the rings, however. The Lord and Heir rings will all go on one finger; they resize to fit and will merge if you have more than one. Only you can take them off. The rings will provide protection from many different things, especially the lord rings." Griphook explained, pulling boxes out of a drawer.
"The rings can keep you safe from Many potions, including love potions, loyalty potions, and many poisons. They will keep you safe from many low-level spells, dispersing them before they can touch you. You will also have protection from mind magics and people trying to access your mind." Griphook placed different rings before him, leaning back and looking him in the eyes.
"Most importantly, the rings will make you stronger. You'll have access to the family's magics. The magics will help strengthen you for the cleansing ritual and eliminate the Horcrux in you. Now, you can start placing the rings on," Griphook finished, gesturing to the rings on the desk before him.
Harry slowly reached forward, picking up the rings one at a time and sliding them onto his right index finger. Once he finished putting on all of the rings, he felt Magic enveloping him and gasped.
When it stopped, he admired the ring. It was a slim black ring with a silver rim and a red gem in the center. He fiddled with it and stared back up at Griphook.
He gulps. "Okay, I'm ready." Griphook nodded, standing up and gesturing to follow, making him scramble to his feet. Griphook led to a large circular room with a raised platform in the center and various runes surrounding it.
Griphook gestured to the platform, "You need to lay on the platform, Potter Peverell Black Ravenclaw Gryffindor."
He winced slightly, "That's a bit long. Is there any way to shorten it?" Griphook nodded. "You can pick however many of the names you want. Once you change it, any contracts will be Null and Void," he grinned, showing off his pointy teeth.
Jumping onto the platform, he laid down, turning his head to Griphook, "I would like to be lord Harry James potter-black please."
Griphook nodded, "The cleansing and ritual can be extremely painful. You may pass out during this procedure. Now, you stay here. The healers are going to come in. All you need to do is lay there and try not to move." With that, he was left alone.
Glancing around nervously, he jumped when someone opened the door. Seven Goblins came through the door, all wearing white robes.
They stood in a circle around him. Once they were all in their place, they started chanting. At first, he just felt a slight burn at his core, but as time went on, it got more painful.
He screamed out in pain. Every part of his body felt like it was on fire. The last thing he saw before passing out was a black cloud over his head.
He groaned when he woke up, head pounding. A Goblin healer came over to him, handing him a potion. "It's a headache soother dear," she said. He smiled in thanks, downing the potion in one. He grimaced at the taste.
Once the headache was gone, he looked around in shock. He could see. His hand touched his face, noticing he wasn't wearing his glasses. He's never seen this well, even with his glasses on.
The healer turned and gestured toward a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. "Your appearance has changed if you want to have a look."
He stood on shaky feet, making his way over. He stared at his appearance in shock.
His skin is paler than before, and his eyes are still green but appear almost glowing. His hair fell straight to his shoulders, and his bangs were slightly longer and thicker, completely covering his scar. It seemed darker than before and looked silky.
His face appeared more heart-shaped now, and his nose was more petite. He also lost a few inches, which was disappointing. He was short before; now, he appears at about 5 "2.
That's when he notices he looks slightly feminine. His waist goes in more, and his hips and arse are somewhat more prominent. 'I'm pretty,' he blushes at that thought, watching his cheeks turn red.
Looking back to the healer, he tilts his head, wondering why his head feels so clear. He's never felt like this before. 'It's probably because all those spells and blocks are gone.' His fingers twitch, and suddenly, his wand is in his hand, making him look at it in shock.
The healer smiles at him, "You are much more powerful than before, Lord Potter-Black. Your magic and abilities are no longer blocked. Your body and Magic are going to take a while to adjust. All the spells you know will be much more powerful now, so be careful."
He nods in understanding. "Where is Griphook?" the healer smiles. "He is waiting for you in his office. I will lead you to him." The healer starts walking away, him following her.
She led him back to the room he was in before, opening the door and nodding at him to go him.
He shuffled in, sitting down across from Griphook. The Goblin's eyebrows raised when he saw him. "I did not expect your appearance to change so much. It appears you look very similar to your mother now."
Harry smiled. "Okay, I have some questions…?" Griphook nodded, gesturing him to continue. "Okay, first, I'd like to know what a Horcrux is."
The Goblin winced at the, crossing his hands together on his desk, "A Horcrux is an object a Dark wizard or witch had hidden a fragment of their soul to become immortal. It appears Voldemort had one placed in you. We've removed it now, so it's no longer a concern."
Grimacing at the thought that he had a piece of Voldemort in him, he leaned forward. "What is a quirk exactly?" At this question, Griphook grinned, "A Quirk is a superhuman ability. They are generally unique to every user. They have multiple categories: Emitter, Transformation, and mutant. They are said to be the next stage of human evolution."
He stared in shock, "How have I never heard of this before?" he questioned. "Well, according to your family's records, the Dursleys were all quirkless, and generally, wizards don't have quirks. The Magic overrides it."
"How do I know my quirk?" he wanted to know. To have a superpower would be so cool!
Griphook took a cup from his desk, filling it with a purple potion. "We have a test for this. It needs three drops of blood like a blood test." Griphook took out a dagger and placed it in front of him.
He picked it up and sliced his index finger, holding over the cup and letting the blood fall in. His wound healed as soon as he pulled it away.
He was shaking with excitement as he watched Griphook pour the potion over the parchment. The purple potion dissolved into the page, and words appeared on it.
Quirk: Good Luck
Type- Emitter
The user is extremely lucky in everyday life. The user constantly emits energy that causes them fortune and excellent Luck. Luck can be cast onto nearby people or objects, causing them to experience grand events until they are out of user range. If an object is affected, anyone possessing it will have good Luck as long as they have it. When the user feels stronger emotions, Luck can increase, sometimes even making them stronger and faster.
Once he finished reading, he looked up, "So my quirk is always working?" The Goblin nodded in confirmation.
"This is so awesome," he grinned, blushing when he heard Griphook chuckle. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. "Okay, who is my dad?"
Griphook seemed conflicted momentarily, "Shouta Aizawa, thirty-three years old, lives in Japan. He is an underground hero and is currently a teacher at the hero school UA."
He gasps, "Heros are real? Is my dad a hero? How can I find him? Wait, if he lives in Japan, how can I contact him? Does he even speak English?"
The Goblin waves his hand before his face, cutting off his barrage of questions. "Yes, heroes are real. There are limelight heroes who are recognized and in the spotlight, as well as underground heroes. Underground heroes don't want to be known; typically, no one knows who they are. Yes, your dad is a hero, a very good one at that. You don't need to worry about finding him. He is a squib, so he knows some of the magical world. I will reach out and explain the situation to him and contact you later with the details. We have many language potions and spells, so don't fret over the language barrier."
He stood still, processing all the new information. He had a dad. His dad was a hero. He smiled at the Goblin before remembering something, a frown taking over his face.
"Even if he does come, I'm stuck at Hogwarts or the Dursleys. Dumbledore," he spat out the name, "keeps me on a tight leash."
Griphook grinned at him, showing all his razor-sharp teeth. "According to this, your guardian right now is your biological father, Shouta. You should have never been placed at the Dursleys in the first place. As for Hogwarts, You can do all your tests at the ministry. If you pass, you can do Magic whenever you want. If you move to Japan, wizards are laxer about doing Magic in front of muggles because of quirks there."
At this, Harry grinned, "Thank you so much, Griphook. Now, I do have one more question. Does Gringotts have a type of card I can use for money in the muggle and magic worlds? It gets a bit tedious to carry galleons around."
Griphook barked something in a different language, and another Goblin rushed into the room. He watched as Griphook said something, gesturing towards him.
The Goblin rushed back out. Just as he was about to question what happened, the Goblin returned, handing over a shiny gold card. Griphook took it and passed it over to him as the other Goblin left again.
"This card will work anywhere, even in other countries. It is connected to all your vaults. Now, is there anything you want from the vaults?"
He thought briefly, "I'd like to leave that for another day." He stood, offering his hand for a handshake, "Thank you for your help today." Griphook stared at his hand for a second, eyebrows raised before reaching over. "I will send you a letter once Shouta Aizawa gets in contact. For now, I suggest getting books and studying anything you can."
Harry nodded, following Griphook to the tellers, "Thank you." He made his way out, heading straight for Flourish and Blotts.
Once he entered, he grabbed a basket by the door. It could hold however many books he wanted and still weigh the same.
He walked around, grabbing books on lordships, Occlumency, Metamorphmagus, Animagus, wandless and wordless magic, Parsel magic, all the books for his basic subjects at Hogwarts along with arithmancy, Ancient runes, alchemy, apparition, and some on the dark arts. He wanted to learn everything he could to be prepared for the exams.
When he walked up to the counter, the clerk looked shocked at how many books he put up there. "Here you go dear, that'll be-." He cut her off by handing over his card, watching her eyes widen. "O-okay, would you like me to shrink these bags for you?" she questioned, looking at the card in shock as she handed it back.
He nodded, watching as she shrunk everything down. He nodded thanks, put the bags in his pocket, and left the store.
As he was walking, he came across a store selling bags and trunks. He walked in, looking for the shopkeeper. "Bloody hell!" he yelped. The shopkeeper had stepped out of a small chest, surprising him.
"What can I do for ya, lad?" The older man asks. "Well, I'm looking for a small bag and a trunk."
The clerk looked excited. "I see, I see, well look here. We have this small pouch. It can hold anything and will never weigh more than its original weight! It can fit around your neck and be spelled not only for no one to take it off but also for no one else to be able to open it." Harry nodded. That sounded perfect.
"I'll have that then," the shopkeeper grinned. He approached him and looped the bag over his neck, making Harry startle slightly at the proximity.
"Now I'm going to key this to your magical signature and do the spells to make it unable to come off by outside means." he nodded, standing still as the man worked on the bag.
Once done, the shopkeeper led him over to what had to be the most expensive trunk in the shop. It was large and black with golden accents, sitting all on its own, unlike all the other trunks in the store.
The shopkeeper waves at the trunk, "This is our newest model. It has six different compartments. There is a compartment for books. When you put books in, they shrink and organize automatically. Suppose you want to find a book; you'd tap right beside the compartment and can say the book's title, the author, or the subject. The book's names will start glowing so you can find them. You can also use a summoning spell to bring the books to you." Harry nodded in confirmation.
The clerk pointed to another section. "This compartment can hold potions as well as most potions ingredients. It is spelled so the bottle can't be shaken or broken. There is a compartment for Clothes, ink and paper, food, and a compartment to fit hundreds of other things into."
He was slightly shocked at this. How could something so small fit so much stuff? "Can you also make the trunk so only I can open it?" he asked, getting a large grin from the shopkeeper.
"Yes, we can! Just place your hand on the center of the trunk, and I'll cast the spells." He nodded, placing his hand on the trunk, and watched as it glowed around his hand.
"Alright, all done! Now, when you want to shrink your trunk, tap it twice with your want, and do the same to unshrink it." Harry leaned over, tapping the trunk twice, and picking it up, he shoved it into his bag.
"Thank you, here's my card," he said, passing it to the clerk. "Thanks. Have a good day!" he heard as he exited the door.
He went to an empty alley, took his trunk out, and sat it on the ground. He opened it, taking his bags of books out of his pocket and putting them all in the trunk.
'Maybe I should stock up on potions and get new clothes if I'm gonna move.' he nods at that idea. He's not saying here any longer. Even if his Bio dad doesn't take him, he's leaving.
He heads to the Apothecary, opens the door, and looks around. He grabs a basket from the entrance, looking for any potion he may need.
He grabs an Anti-Paralysis Potion, an Antidote to Uncommon Poisons, Blood-Replenishing Potions, Bruise removal pastes, Burn-Healing Pastes, Calming Draughts, Pepperup Potions, and many others.
Once he pays, he puts it all in the potions compartment of his trunk. He glances at the other compartments, deciding he might as well get some ink, quills, and parchment.
Looking around, he spots a stationary store. He buys some Self-Inking Quills, a stack of parchment, and multiple ink bottles. He quickly put his purchases away, noticing how late it was getting.
As he leaves the store, he staggers. "Woah!" he exclaims. Someone catches his shoulder, helping him stand back up.
He looks up, surprised at who he saw. “Im so sorry Mr. ollivander.” The older man just smiled at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards Ollivanders.
"Not to worry, dear boy. Now, please explain why your wand is in your pocket; where can anyone snatch it up?" Ollivander said, shoving him into the shop.
Harry was startled, grabbing his wand from his pocket. "W-well, I don't know how else I'm supposed to hold it?" he stutters.
Ollivander smiles at him, going behind his counter and grabbing two leather holders. "These are wand holders; this one is for your wrist, and this one is for your ankle. It's good to have an extra wand in a battle. Once you put these on, they will become invisible to anyone except you and never have to be removed. They grow when you grow and are spelled to keep the skin they're on and themselves clean. Would you like them?" Ollivander asks, a gleam in his eyes.
He nodded rapidly. "Can I also get another wand?" he questioned. Ollivander stares at him for a few minutes before replying. "Let's put these on first. I don't think I have any wands already made for you, but we can craft one for you."
He gestures for Harry to come closer. When he does, the older man straps the forearm and ankle wand holsters to him. "Now come with me to the back, and we can get you a wand made."
"Wait, you're going just to make a new wand right now?" he questions, rushing after Ollivander.
The man ignores him, laying different things on the tabletops. "Now, you'll hold your hand over these different ingredients. When one feels right, stop your hand above it. Please do not touch it, however. As you're doing this, keep your eyes closed."
Staring at all the different woods, he nodded, closing his eyes and holding his hand out. Ollivander led him over to a table, and he let his hand drift in the air, stopping when he felt a tingle.
"Interesting," Ollivander mumbled. He was led to another section and hovered his hand. He felt two different tugs, and he told Ollivander.
He pulled back, opening his eyes, "Very interesting. I think this wand may even be more powerful than your other wand. The core is a River Serpent horn and a Basilisk Tooth with ash wood."
He steps back as Ollivander starts making the wand, watching as he shoves the core together. The sparks dance around the room, making him turn away from the bright flashes.
When he turns back, a wand is in Ollivander's hand." That was fast," he mumbles, surprised. Ollivander walks to him and hands him the wand. It's eleven inches long and a very flexible, strong wand indeed. Go on, give it a swish."
The second he grabs the wand, he feels magic dancing around him. It feels way more powerful than his other wand, making him tingle.
He swishes the wand, watching in amazement as the room is covered in glowing white light. "Wow, this is amazing. It feels even better than my other wand." Ollivander nods, "I suggest switching to this wand as your main one. It seems you've changed in a major way."
He put his new wand in the holster on his forearm and his old one on his ankle. "Thank you so much, Mr. Ollivander." Handing his card over, he fiddled with the ring on his finger. "Have a good day, Mr Potter."
Grasping his card, he walks out the door, noticing it's almost dark. He panics, 'Oh god, they must know I'm gone by now. What should I do? I can't go back there. I can't. They'll lock me up.' His thoughts keep racing. He takes a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down.
"D-dobby!" He called. There was a slight pop, and the elf appeared before him. "What can Dobby be doing for Harry Potter, sir?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Can you see if anyone is in Sirius's old house?" The moment the question left him, the elf bowed, "Dobby be back, Harry Potter, sir!"
He shivers, glancing around. Then he remembers, 'I forgot to get clothes,' he groans. 'I can just back out tomorrow.
Dobby pops back in front of him. "The building is empty, Harry Potter, sir!" Harry smiles, "can you take me to my room?" Dobby nods, his ears flapping.
Dobby grabs his wrist and takes him straight to the bedroom he stayed in with Ron.
As soon as he's in the room, he collapses on the bed, passing out from the day's exhaustion.
Chapter 2: Meeting
Summary:
Harry gets to meet his dad.
Chapter Text
Groaning, Harry rolled onto his side, feeling heavy and sluggish as he moved. Slowly, he cracked his eyes open, wincing at the bright light coming through the curtains.
He sat up, feeling his muscles protest at the action. Looking down at his ratty clothes, he remembered, "I need to go shopping again today."
Standing, Harry stretched his arms above his head, feeling his back crack. He sighed in satisfaction.
He slowly made his way down to the kitchen. He sleepily went through the doorway, staring in confusion at a stack of pancakes on the table.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a proper meal, and these smelled delicious. A wave of joy washed over him at the sight of the pancakes.
"Dobby?" the elf appeared before him, "Did you make these?"
Dobby nodded his head rapidly, "Yes, Harry Potter, sir! Dobby be making breakfast!"
Sitting at the table, he nodded his thanks, tiredly stuffing pancakes into his mouth. "Dobby, also be finding the library!"
At this, he perked up, his eyes lighting up with excitement, "Will all the books fit in my trunk? Maybe I can take all of them?" he hummed to himself.
Dobby nodded, "Dobby be knowing how to put everything in Master Harry's trunk!" Harry felt a wave of relief at Dobby's words.
He smiled at the elf, "Thanks, dobby. We can go to the library after breakfast."
He hurriedly started shoving bites of pancakes into his mouth, wanting to see all the books quickly!
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Smiling, he walked around the library, admiring how many books there were. 'I can't wait to read all of them!' He stopped, surprised at that thought.
Before Hogwarts, he would always go to the public library to escape Dudley and his gang. He had always loved reading and learning new things. Once he got to Hogwarts, all of that stopped. Harry supposed that was also Dumbledore's fault.
Shaking his head to clear it, he pulled his trunk out of the bag on his neck, sat it on the ground, and tapped it twice to enlarge it before popping it open.
Harry watched in fascination as Dobby snapped, making hundreds of books fly off the shelves and into his trunk, where they neatly stored themselves.
Unexpectedly, he heard tapping at the library window, making him wander over.
There was a barn owl. Harry opened the window, letting the owl land on his arm and taking the official-looking letter off its extended leg.
Dear Lord Potter-Black
The meeting with Shouta Aizawa regarding your parentage will be today at two in Gringotts meeting room three.
-Griphook
He jumped up, glancing at the clock. 'It's ten. I have plenty of time for shopping and maybe lunch.' Nodding to himself, he watched the owl fly out the window before going to his trunk.
He smiled as the last book was placed inside. "Thank you, Dobby. Would you mind getting my photo album and my map from Hogwarts? They should be in my trunk by my bed."
The elf nodded, "Of course, Harry Potter, sir! Dobby may be taking long."
He reached over, grabbing Dobby's hands, as he started pulling on his ears to punish himself. "That's okay, Dobby; I can just look around for anything else I want while I wait," He smiled. With the Dobby popped away.
Harry trapped his trunk, returning it to its smaller form, and shoved it back into his bag. Walking around, he sees Sirius's room, Hesitating whether he should enter.
Bracing himself, he pushes the door open. He looks around the room, smiling at all the band posters along the walls, before walking to the closet.
Opening the wardrobe, he notices Sirius's leather jacket; pulling it off the rack, he brings it into his arms, taking in the familiar scent of smoke and dog.
"Sirius," he aggressively rubs the tears that started leaking from his eyes.
Hugging the jacket, loving the familiar rough feeling, he walks toward the dresser, seeing a book on it. He grabs it, sitting on the bed before pulling open the cover, gasping at what he sees. Photos of Sirius, his mum and dad, Remus, and their friends.
He looks at the latest photo. It was him and Sirius the last time they saw each other. The moving picture shows Harry with a big smile while Sirius playfully messes up his hair.
He chokes on his breath, hugging what has to be Sirius's photo album to his chest.
He sobs into it, 'I miss them so much.' Wiping his eyes, he stares down at his two new treasures before gently putting them into his bag.
Glancing around, seeing nothing else he should bring, he returns to his room. He sits on the bed, deciding to start reading some of the books he bought.
As he resizes his trunk, he thinks about what he should start with, "I've heard Occlumency helps with memory and keeps others out of your mind…."
Tapping the trunk on the specific point, he calls out, "Occlumency." multiple books show up, and he ignores them, grabbing the one he bought yesterday.
While reading, he realizes a few things: he can read way faster than before, and when following the steps in the book, he has no trouble adding shields over his mind and organizing his thoughts and memories.
In fact, he can remember everything that happened since his first year.
Shaking his head, he realizes how bloody stupid he is, "The blood test said my Photographic memory and Natural Occlumency was blocked."
Obviously, now that they are not blocked from the ritual, his Memory is way better, and he has those mind barriers the book discussed.
He glanced up at the clock in the room, seeing it was almost eleven. 'Might as well start reading the books for all my tests.' With that in mind, he grabs a few books and leans back against the headboard.
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He jumps, glancing over at Dobby, who appeared in his room. "Here you go, Harry Potter, sir!" The elf says while handing over his map and photo album.
"Thank you," he says, putting them in his bag.
"Of course, Harry Potter, sir! Does be need anything else?" Harry nods, glancing at the clock, which reads twelve.
"Can you take me to Diagon Alley?" Dobby nods. "Yes, Harry Potter, sir!" Nodding, Harry quickly puts all his books and his trunk away.
Reaching his hand towards the elf, he smiles, "Okay, I'm ready, Dobby." The elf grabs his hand, then, with a pop, they're in Diagon Alley.
Nodding in Thanks, Harry makes his way to Madam Malkins. Walking in the door, he approaches the older woman. "Hello dear, how can I help you?" she says.
"Hello, I need a completely new wardrobe." He says, shuffling his feet nervously.
She nodded, "Come stand up here. I'll get you measured. The clothes will take at least an hour to be made. You can wait here or come back to get them later. Now step up here." She gestured to a raised platform.
Harry walked over, spreading his arms when she asked. "I'll go get some lunch and come back." He said.
He watched as the tape measure flew around his body and Madam Malkins wrote out all the different numbers.
She walked over to some fabric, making him follow after. "You can feel the different fabrics and pick any colors you'd like. I'll leave you some parchment and a quill so you can fill everything out. Once you're done, you can leave this at the front. Don't worry about paying right now. That comes when everything is done." With that, she walked to the back, no longer in his sight.
Harry walked over to the fabric, feeling all the different types. Two were very soft and silky.
He decided to go with both Cashmere and silk. He wrote them down and then decided to think about colors. He should match his now pale complexion along with his eyes.
With that in mind, he decided on Green, Black, Gray, Blue, Brown, Pink, Red, and others. Picking up the parchment, he walked to the front, putting the paper on the counter.
Looking up at the clock in the store, he winced at the time. It was already 12:40. He thought he took less time at the store.
He made his way out, heading to the leaky cauldron. Harry walked up to Tom, ordering his food. Looking around, he sat at the only empty table, swiftly eating.
'I wonder what my dad is like? Will he like me?' Harry thought while putting the last bite in his mouth.
Making his way out the door, his shoe hit something. Looking down, he was surprised at the Galleon. He picked it up before putting it in his pocket.
'Must be my quirk!' He thought excitedly.
He returned to Madam Malkins to pick up his clothes before going to Gringotts.
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Shouta Aizawa sighed as he sat in his seat across from the Goblin. He didn't know what this was about. All he got was a letter about their concerns regarding his lineage.
He didn't think he had any family alive in the wizarding world anymore, but he came anyway. Seemingly, they were waiting for one more person.
He sat up straight as someone else came into the room. His eyes widen slightly at the appearance of what he thinks is a young boy.
His clothes looked oversized and deteriorated, and he even had what appeared to be bruises and scars on his arms.
The boy stared at him in amazement before sitting on the chair beside him.
"Hello, I'm Shouta Aizawa," he said, holding his hand for a shake. He watched in concern as he flinched away before grabbing his hand.
"H-Hello, I'm Harry Potter-Black." Harry released his hand, looking up at him with enormous green eyes. They both faced the Goblin when he cleared his throat.
"My name is Griphook. We are going to go over Lord Potter-Blacks blood test." he set the papers on the desk in front of them. Shouta gaped at the beginning, getting pissed the more he read.
Once he finished reading the paper, he looked at the kid—his kid—Jesus. "You're not staying here," he said.
No way he was leaving his kid here. It looked like this world had been beating and manipulating his entire life.
He watched as Harry shifted around, "Um, sir, I need to test out of Hogwarts at the Ministry Of Magic before I go anywhere so I can keep doing magic."
Nodding, he stands up, "First, call me Shouta. Second, I'll stay with you until you can do your tests, and then you'll leave with me. I need to talk to someone later to ensure all the paperwork and housing are handled."
Looking down, he sees his kid staring at him in astonishment. "You're… You're really gonna take me away from here?"
Frowning at the phrasing, he nods, "Of course, You're my kid. Can you show me where you're staying? It would be nice to get to know each other."
Harry jumps up, walks over to him, and takes his sleeve before guiding him out the door. He follows along, looking at the various shops they pass. He gets closer to Harry as they pass through a sketchy-looking restaurant.
"This is the Leaky cauldron. It's how we get to the muggle world," Harry explains, looking up at him with luminous eyes.
Nodding in understanding, he resumes walking next to Harry. They eventually come across a row of houses.
As they step in the door, he looks around and grimaces. "We're not staying here. I'll rent rooms somewhere."
He couldn't believe his kid was staying somewhere worn down and covered in dirt and mold. He leads his kid out of there, taking his phone out of his pocket and calling Nedzu.
"I'm in Britain. I just found out I have a kid, and he has a horrendous living situation. I need you to rent us a room somewhere." he says. Not waiting for the rat's response, he hangs up the phone. Instantly getting a text with an address.
"Um, sir, where are we going?" Harry asks. Pulling a bit harder on his sleeve as he walked faster. He slowed his steps, looking back at his small kid.
"Call me Shouta." he says, "and my boss rented us a room at a hotel nearby," he explains.
Harry grasped his hand, smiling up at him. Then he looked down abruptly, and Shouta watched as his eyes lit up before showing off a 100-pound note he found on the ground. He looked on in surprise before pulling his kid along.
Apparently, Harry noticed his surprise because he started clarifying. "I have a quirk! It's called Good Luck." He smiled as he watched the kid ramble about his quirk and how wizards usually don't have one.
They stopped talking once they got to the hotel. Nedzu had evidently rented them the suite. It had two rooms, a living area, a kitchen, and a washroom.
Once they got to the room, he sat on the sofa, patting the space next to him for Harry to sit. He turned to him once he sat, determining how to explain.
With a friendly smile, he said, ". I'm sorry for not coming sooner. Honestly, I was unaware that I had a child. I first met Lily when I was just 18. I was in the area for hero work, and we grabbed drinks. We hit it off and dated for a while. She was worried about the upcoming war and asked me to leave. However, before I left, we shared a special moment together."
He watched as Harry's eyes overfilled with tears, and he tugged on his fingers. "I didn't want to leave her behind. She made me vow I would go."
He reached across and pulled the kid into his lap as he started sobbing, running his hand along his back.
As he comforted him, he continued, "I didn't hear from her for a while until I received a letter telling me that she and her husband had passed. I was heartbroken. Knowing she's gone still aches, and the idea that I could have helped her destroys me. I'm considered a hero, yet I couldn't save her."
At this, Harry leaned back, tears still streaming down his cheeks. "She wo-wouldn't want you to beat yourself up over this. She wanted you to leave to keep you safe." Harry said, leaning back into the hug.
He smiled into his hair, "I have a husband back at home. A few years after I got the letter, we started dating and married. His name is Hizashi Yamada, and he's a hero too. Me and him are both heroes at the Hero School, UA. We stay in the dorms, so you'll stay with us. You may also be joining the class, depending on Nedzu."
Harry nodded, his hair brushing against his neck at the action. "Is it safe at that school?" he asked quietly.
Shouta ran his fingers through the boy's hair, "Yes, we had some villains break in near the beginning of the year, but now our defenses are heightened. No one can get in that shouldn't. Why do you ask?"
He feels Harry shift on his lap, "My school wasn't very safe…." The more Harry explains, the more pissed he feels, especially about the part where there is an idiotic prophecy about his kid and the psycho trying to kill him.
"Who were you staying with all this time?" He hoped he had some support. He realized that was most likely not the case when Harry started trembling before describing the Dursleys.
He was going to kill them. They locked Harry in a cupboard under the stairs, beat him, and starved him.
Shouta holds onto Harry tighter, "You'll never go back there. You're going with me. As soon as you finish these tests, we're leaving."
Harry hugs him tighter, sobbing into his chest. He whispers reassuring words into his hair as he rubs his back.
Once Harry calmed down, he pulled back from his grasp, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. "T-thank you so much."
Shouta shakes his head, "There's no need for thanks. No one should have to go through anything like this."
He stands, putting Harry gently on the sofa and petting his head. "Would you like something to eat before you start studying?" He asks, making his way to the phone to call room service.
"Yes, please, S-Shouta." He nods to himself, ordering the food before sitting back on the sofa. He looks back at Harry, "Would you like to know more about UA and my hell class?" he asks, smirking when he hears Harry giggle.
He moves slightly to get comfortable before describing UA, then his students. "-Finally, we have Izuku Midoriya. He is a problem child. Anywhere he goes, something transpires, maybe a villain or some other kind of trouble. You and he should stay far away from each other. Who knows what kind of catastrophe can happen if you two are around each other."
Harry laughs, getting up when somebody knocks on the door and returns with food in his hands.
They quickly eat. Once done, Harry stands up. "Goodnight, Shouta. I'm going to study and then get some rest," he says, smiling down at him.
Shouta stands, giving his kid a hug and an impulsive kiss on his head, "Good night, kid, don't stay up too late." That said, he goes to his room, rolls into the bed, and stares up at the ceiling, thoughts racing.