Chapter 4: The Cleansing of Harry Potter

The goblin healer led Harry down a long, winding corridor deep within the bowels of Gringotts. The flickering torchlight cast shadows on the stone walls as they walked, and the air grew heavier with each step. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he thought about what was about to happen. He was leaving behind his old life—the life of Harry Potter—and would soon discover who he truly was.

He felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement. The inheritance test had revealed shocking truths—his real parents, his true lineage, and the incredible power that had been hidden from him. But there was also the fear of the unknown. He didn't know what he would look like, or how much his life would change once the curses and bindings were removed.

The goblin healer stopped at a heavy iron door and pushed it open. The room inside was dimly lit, with a circular stone altar in the center, surrounded by ancient runes etched into the floor. Four goblins stood at each corner of the altar—healers and curse-breakers, their sharp eyes watching Harry intently.

"This is the cleansing chamber," the healer said, his voice low. "Here, we will remove all traces of the curses, bindings, and dark magic that have been placed upon you. It will not be easy, and it will not be painless, but when the process is complete, you will be free from all that has held you back."

Harry swallowed hard, his throat tight. "How long will it take?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"As long as necessary," the healer replied, giving him a knowing look. "The effects placed upon you were powerful. The magic used against you runs deep. We will cleanse you completely, down to your very core."

Harry nodded, stepping forward to the center of the altar. He looked down at the glowing runes beneath his feet, feeling the ancient magic humming through the air. The goblins began to chant softly in Gobbledegook, their voices blending with the magic that swirled around the room.

"Lie down on the altar," the healer instructed.

Harry did as he was told, lying down on the cold stone surface. As soon as he was in place, the air around him thickened, and he felt a tingling sensation spread across his skin. The chanting grew louder, and the runes on the floor flared with bright, golden light.

The healer stepped forward, holding a crystal vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "This is the first step," he said, his voice firm. "It will release the bindings that were placed on your appearance. You will see yourself as you truly are."

Without another word, the healer poured the liquid over Harry's forehead, and instantly, Harry felt a burning sensation spread through his body. He gasped, clenching his fists as the heat surged through him, as if his very skin was being peeled away.

The pain intensified, but Harry gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure it. He could feel the bindings breaking, the chains that had held him in his false form snapping one by one. His vision blurred, and his body trembled as the magic worked its way through him.

With a final, sharp snap, the bindings were broken, and Harry felt as though a weight had been lifted from him. His breathing was ragged, and his body ached, but the pain was fading.

"Look," the healer said softly, gesturing to the mirror that now floated above the altar.

Harry blinked, his vision still hazy. He looked into the mirror, and his breath caught in his throat. The face staring back at him was unrecognizable.

His once unruly black hair was gone, replaced by thick, dark brown hair with streaks of silver running through it. His features were sharper, more defined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes—no longer the dull green he had known all his life—were now a piercing shade of golden green, glowing faintly with magic. Even his skin was different, a warm, bronze tone that contrasted with the pale complexion he had grown up with.

This was him—his true self.

He sat up slowly, still staring at his reflection, barely able to process what he was seeing. He looked nothing like the Harry Potter he had known. He was someone completely different. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling its soft texture, and touched his face, still trying to convince himself that this was real.

The healer nodded, satisfied. "The bindings on your appearance have been removed. This is who you were always meant to be."

Harry felt a strange sense of relief wash over him. This was him. The real him. For the first time in his life, he was seeing himself without the lies, without the magic that had hidden him from the world.

But the process wasn't over yet.

The healer handed him another vial, this one filled with a darker, swirling liquid. "This will cleanse the curses and potions that have been poisoning your body," the healer said. "It will be painful, but it will remove every trace of the dark magic that has been used against you."

Harry took the vial in his hands, his fingers trembling slightly. He knew what this meant—he was about to rid himself of everything that Dumbledore and others had done to weaken him, to control him. But he also knew that this would be the hardest part.

Taking a deep breath, Harry uncorked the vial and drank the liquid in one gulp. The effect was immediate. A searing pain shot through his veins, as if his blood had turned to fire. He cried out, clutching the edges of the altar as the pain overwhelmed him. His vision went white, and he felt his body convulse as the dark magic was burned away, purged from his system.

The goblins continued chanting, their voices rising in intensity as they guided the magic through his body. Harry could feel the poison leaving him, the toxins that had twisted his magic being expelled. Every curse, every dark potion that had ever been forced upon him was being ripped out, leaving him raw and exposed.

After what felt like an eternity, the pain began to subside. Harry's body trembled, drenched in sweat, but the fire in his veins had cooled. He could feel the magic flowing through him freely now, unburdened by the chains that had once held it back.

"It is done," the healer said softly, stepping back.

Harry lay there, breathing heavily, but he felt... different. Stronger. His magic was no longer a dull thrum in the background—it was alive, vibrant, pulsing with energy. He could feel it coursing through him, raw and powerful. He sat up slowly, his hands trembling as he adjusted to the newfound strength.

The healer handed him a third and final vial, this one filled with a clear, glowing liquid. "This will stabilize your core," the healer explained. "Drink this, and your magical core will be restored to its full capacity."

Harry nodded, his hand steady now as he took the vial and drank it. The effect was immediate—a rush of warmth spread through him, filling him with strength and clarity. His core, which had been blocked and weakened for so long, was now fully open, surging with untapped potential.

He felt... complete.

The healer looked at him with a nod of approval. "You are free now, Mr. Potter. Your true self has been restored. There is nothing holding you back any longer."

Harry stood, feeling lighter than he had ever felt before. The chains that had once bound him were gone, and he was finally... free.

He turned to the goblin and handed him the inheritance test parchment. "I need a copy of this sent to the Malfoy family," he said. "They need to know the truth about my heritage."

The goblin nodded, taking the parchment from him. "It will be done."

Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision settle over him. This was his chance for a new beginning, a fresh start. He wasn't Harry Potter anymore. That boy was gone—left behind in the ruins of Privet Drive.

"I need a new name," Harry said quietly, his voice steady. "Something that reflects who I truly am."

The goblin nodded. "What name do you wish to take?"

Harry thought for a moment, reflecting on the name of his true parents—Adrian and Libby Howler. He wanted to honor them, to embrace his real heritage. He smiled slightly.

"My name is **Saber Howler**," he said, his voice firm. "That's who I am now."

The goblin smiled approvingly. "Very well, Saber Howler. Your new identity is complete. No one will find you unless you wish to be found."

Saber—no longer Harry—nodded, feeling the power of his new name settle over him. He was free. And now, it was time to embrace the future.