22 Lineage
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Glimmergob Snicklenook then produced two parchments and dropped blood on each. Soon, inscriptions started to form on them. Harry caught some words, understanding them. He gasped as he saw those names, some of which were so important that they were in Nigel's education on the basics of the Magical World. Some he had also encountered in the books he had studied.
Snicklenook took Petunia's parchment first, and his brows furrowed. "Ms. Evans," he began, "your lineage goes back to some of the oldest Magical Families, including Slytherin, the founder of Hogwarts. It branched from a squib, as Evans left for the Muggle World. However, Slytherin's Vault has a condition to inherit, and sadly, you are a squib. Thus, you do not meet the conditions. Lily Potter nee Evans also has a vault, but she named an heir, namely Harry James Potter. You also can't access that vault."
Petunia exhaled a heavy sigh, one laden with years of unspoken feelings and misconceptions. The revelation seemed to wash over her, reshaping her understanding of her sister and, by extension, Harry. Her gaze shifted to Harry, a mixture of confusion, realization, and a hint of sadness in her eyes. She finally learned that Lily was not a freak; they were squibs. Snicklenook didn't wait and took the other parchment.
"This, on the other hand, is something else," Snicklenook continued. "Harry James Potter, descendant of Slytherin from your mother's side, Heir of the Potter Family, a direct descendant of the late Lord Potter, James Potter. What only a handful of people know is that both the Slytherin and Potter families descend from two brothers of the Peverell Family, connected by marriage."
As Snicklenook revealed this hidden lineage, the room seemed to hold its breath, and Harry and Petunia exchanged surprised glances, realizing the profound implications of their magical heritage.
Harry was unfamiliar with the Peverell Brothers, but the fact that two ancient and noble families descended from them piqued his interest. Snicklenook then added "Prevell Vault is the first Vault ever created in this Bank. To be honest, even the land this bank was built on is theirs. Their vault has been amassing riches for thousands of years just from the rent we pay yearly." His tone carried a certain greed as he looked at Harry, hoping that this young man would inherit and return a significant fortune.
Harry couldn't resist his curiosity and asked, "What are the conditions?" Snicklenook's grin widened, revealing his sharp goblin teeth. "You have to figure it out yourself. But keep in mind, Harry James Potter. For both Slytherin and Peverell Vaults, you are not the only heir trying to access them. Although you have purer blood for Peverell lineage, inheriting two distinct brothers' blood, the condition of the vault prevails over blood purity."
Harry's brow furrowed, not knowing whom he was up against in this race to unlock the vaults. He then nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Can I access my mother's Vault?"
Snicklenook nodded. "Lily Potter's Vault is accessible to you as her designated heir. You may visit it whenever you wish."
Following the earlier goblin, they were soon taken to Lily's Vault. The vault itself was a sight to behold, filled with a few chests brimming with galleons, sickles, and knuts. There were also some books, family photos, a collection of baby clothes and toys, and finally, two letters. Harry carefully picked up the letters, noting that they were addressed to both himself and Petunia. He also gathered some gold and left the vault.
The goblin handed them a key for the vault to use for their following visits and escorted them back to the entrance. Following the enlightening visit to Gringotts, Harry and Aunt Petunia exited the bank, the weight of newfound knowledge palpable between them. Petunia seemed to be in a reflective state, grappling with the revelations about her lineage and the potential implications for her family. Harry, while equally contemplative, was also focused on the practical aspects of their discovery.
As they stood at the entrance of Gringotts, Petunia turned to Harry, her eyes lingering on the two letters he held in his hand. "Are you going to read it?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Harry glanced down at the letters, one addressed to him and the other to Petunia, his mother's handwriting unmistakable on the envelopes. "Let's read them when we reach home," he replied, a hint of solemnity in his tone. The letters, potentially filled with personal sentiments and revelations from his mother, deserved a private and thoughtful reading.
Petunia nodded in agreement, her gaze still fixed on the letters as if trying to decipher their contents through the paper. Sensing an opportunity to shift the mood, Harry gently broached another topic. "Aunty, I need some supplies. Can we get them?"
Petunia seemed to ponder the request for a moment before sighing, a sound that spoke of resignation mingled with an emerging sense of responsibility. "Fine. But don't you dare cause a ruckus or make a mess," she warned, her tone firm yet lacking its usual sharpness.
Harry's smile was genuine, a reflection of his relief and gratitude towards the subtle changes he was witnessing in his aunt. "Thank you, Aunt Petunia," he replied warmly. With his hand holding hers, a gesture that had become surprisingly comforting, Harry guided her towards Slug & Jiggers Apothecary.
The shop, nestled among the bustling array of magical stores in Diagon Alley, was a haven for potion enthusiasts. As they stepped inside, the rich aroma of herbs and potion ingredients filled the air, an olfactory tapestry of magic and mystery. Shelves lined with jars of colorful powders, dried plants, and liquids of every hue stretched from floor to ceiling. Harry felt a surge of excitement, his mind already racing with the possibilities these ingredients could unlock.
Petunia, however, seemed slightly overwhelmed by the array of unfamiliar items, her eyes darting around the shop with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Harry, sensing her discomfort, squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's alright, Aunt Petunia. I know what we need."
He led her through the aisles, his steps purposeful yet considerate of her pace. Reaching the section for beginner potion-makers, Harry carefully selected the essential items: a standard-sized cauldron, a set of glass phials, a mortar and pestle, and a beginner's potion kit that included basic ingredients for simple but effective potions.
As he gathered the items, Nigel's voice, always present in his mind, offered a humorous observation. "Master Harry, I do believe you've found your natural habitat among these concoctions and brews. Just remember, we're not cooking up a storm in the Dursley's kitchen."
Harry chuckled inwardly at Nigel's remark. He then turned his attention to the ingredients, selecting a few additional items that caught his eye. Dried nettles, powdered moonstone, and a vial of dragon's blood were among the more exotic ingredients he added to his basket.
Petunia, observing Harry's confident selections, finally spoke up. "You seem to know your way around these things, Harry. Where did you learn all this?"
Harry hesitated for a moment before answering Petunia's question about his potion-making knowledge. He couldn't very well admit to the secret guidance and education he had been receiving from Nigel. Instead, he opted for a half-truth, attributing his newfound expertise to the mysterious uncle from the chocolate shop. "The uncle gave me a book," he said, hoping this explanation would suffice.
Petunia hummed in response, not pressing the matter further. She seemed content to let Harry take the lead, a noticeable change in her usual demeanor. As they continued browsing the aisles of Slug & Jiggers Apothecary, Harry followed the list of ingredients outlined in the first-year potion book he had already scanned into the Technology System. He meticulously picked out each item, ensuring he had everything he needed for the basic potions he planned to brew.
PS: Added Petunia Pic to Characters Chapter and here. Will add more later.
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