Chapter 9 - Power In Blood, Not Name

Harry's Pov:

I walked into the leaky cauldron, my hood covering my head. The date was September 7th, 1988, and I was getting closer to my dreaded 11th birthday. There was a man there named Tom who was behind the bar and I walked up to him quietly.

"Diagon Alley" I whispered, in my apparently deep and raspy voice. I hadn't used my voice in years except on rare occasions since there was no need to.

Tom looked at me surprised and asked. "How old are you?"

"I'm eight," I replied uninterested. Why was this man wasting my time?

"EIGHT! YOU LOOK 11!"

"Does it matter?" I sneered coldly losing more and more interest by the second. Even though I was constantly malnourished, thanks to my magic and my training I was taller than most people my age. It didn't exactly help that I acted way beyond my years too and my voice apparently sounded 'demonic'.

"Nope," said Tom, popping the P. To be honest I was slightly impressed that he didn't just give up and go away because of my bad vibes, as many kids along with adults had done before.

I'd actually met Tom before but he didn't recognize me as apparently my looks had changed drastically over time.

(A/n: Just think of his eyes as a deeper green. Also, this Art does not belong to me.)

"Diagon Alley," I said again.

After Tom let me in, I headed straight to Gringotts so I could try and get a few sickles, knuts, and galleons from my bank account. I had also decided to finally get a blood test done as it seemed as though power would soon be a great concern of mine.

As usual, I read the notorious warning that the goblins proudly display:

Enter, stranger, but take heed of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn, Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware of finding more than treasure there.

Taken From The First Harry Potter Book: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, otherwise known as Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone, Written by J.K Rowling.

I went up to Griphooks desk and pulled down my hood. "What do you wa- oh hello Harry!" said Griphook identifying me at a glance.

"I would like to take a blood test and get an endless pouch keyed to my vault. I would like all protection possible to the pouch and you can take the money needed directly from said vault." I said, getting straight to the point.

"Have you finally left those stupid Potters?" said Griphook grinning. Griphook and the rest of the Goblins have been telling me to get away from the Potters for a while, ranting about how horrible they were.

"Actually, I have," I said earning a congrats from all the Goblins nearby.

Griphook took a drop of my blood and placed it on a device I wasn't very familiar with. My blood bubbled and turned white shocking all the goblins nearby to the core.

"Never speak of this to anyone!" said Griphook to all the other goblins.

As all the other goblins hurriedly nodded, Griphook ushered me to a private room. Privacy spells are all around this room so don't worry. What we say in this room will never leave it unless permission is granted.

Griphook handed me a rolled-up yellow piece of parchment. It came out from under the blood testing machine.

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Birth Certificate:

Full Name:

Hadrian Slytherin Potter Black Peverell

- Otherwise Known as Harry James Potter

and Lord Slytherin-Black-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-Hogwarts-Peverell-Merlin-Lestrange-Lupin-Selwyn-Grim-Death, Heir Bones, Hufflepuff

Fathers Name:

James Potter

Mothers Name:

Lilly Potter (née Evans)

Godmother(s):

Alice Longbottem, Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy

Godfather(s):

Sirius Black(By Choice), Lucius Malfoy(Forced) Frank Longbottom(By Choice), Remus Lupin (By Choice)

Lordships:

Lord Slytherin, Lord Black, Lord Gryffindor, Lord Ravenclaw, Lord Hogwarts, Lord Peverell, Lord Merlin, Lord Lestrange, Lord Lupin, Lord Selwyn, Lord Grim, Master Of Death

Titles:

Master of Death, Boy who lived

Heirships:

Heir Bones, Hufflepuff

Family :

Potters

Blood Status:

Pureblood

Status:

Dom - 100%

Blocks, Potions, & Mishaps:

Block(s):

Magical Core: 80% - Partially broken

Magic Affinity: 80% - Partially broken

Parseltongue: 97%

Physical Body: 93% - Partially broken

Intelligence: 20% - Mostly broken

Metamorphmagus: 98%

Occlumency: 71% - Partially broken

Legilimency: 94% - Partially broken

Necromancy: 99%

[ERORR]: 99%

[ERROR]: 99.9999999999...%

Potion(s):

Loyalty to: Gryffindor, All things light, Family - Broken

Hatred of: Slytherin, Voldemort, and All things dark. - Broken

Glamor: Partially broken

Weakness - Broken

Submissive - Broken

Fake Emotions - Mostly broken

Love of Family - Broken

Blind Faith - Broken

Malnourishment - Partially broken

All blocks and or Potions were allowed by: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Mishaps:

Horcrux

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My magic erupted out of my body like lava out of a volcano. It pushed the edge of the room with such force that even though the room was made of incredibly thick steel dents could be found all over it.

Slowly, I sucked all the magic back into my body. Thankfully, all the runes scattered across the now-damaged walls were still fully operational.

My blood was boiling, though I kept a professional look on my face the entire time. What did Griphook call it, a 'Pureblood Mask'?

"Explain," I said coldly, still looking down at the paper. Now if I was any other person Griphook would've pulled their arms out and fed them to wolves right in front of them, but since it was me he just explained everything step by step.

"Your full name is a combination of a few of your most important titles. Next, you are Lord Slytherin, Lord Gryffindor, Lord Hufflepuff, Lord Ravenclaw, and Lord Merlin, because Merlin and the Four Hogwarts founders' spirits seem to have taken a liking to you. This also explains Lord Hogwarts.

Lord Black and Lupin seem to be from your godfathers, though I doubt they remember that you're their heirs. They were probably just happy not to carry their family titles anymore. Lord Lestrange seems to be from your godmother who is currently on the run from the MM(Ministry of Magic).

Your mother, Lady Potter, is part of the Ollerton Family, a pureblood family, as she happily bragged to everyone once she learned out.

She is actually a pureblood, though she doesn't act like one. Lord Selwyn is from your dad's side as the former lord is no longer suited, so it was passed to the next person most eligible. The same happened to Lord Peverell.

Lord Grim and Lord Death happened because of your magic and maybe some other unknown cause. " Griphook paused for a few seconds then continued again.

"The forced and by choice added to your godparents' names mean the opposite of what one would expect. By choice, ones were chosen by the parents and the forced ones cornered the parents into letting them be their godparents.

The blocks and potions added to your body were done before I was named your bank teller. They were administered by, as you can see, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Illegally if I might add. Necromancy seems to have come from some of your titles. I assume you can guess which ones.

The Errors means one of four things either, 1. It's a never seen magical ability, 2. It's a magical ability that can not be tested for, 3. It's a forgotten magical ability, or 4. It's a combination of some of these options.

When blood is administered to the machine it has a chance of turning a different color. If it turns a light grey then the person's a squib which means they have 0 mp, also known as magic power, or mana points. Whichever you prefer.

Dark grey is 1 -19 mp or below average magic power. Those people usually just get jobs that don't require much magic.

If the blood stays red, they have a regular amount of magic power of around 40-59 mp,

Bronze is 60-75 mp,

Silver is 70-85 mp,

Gold is 85-100 mp,

and White is an unlimited amount of mp.

White has only been achieved once before by a young wizard who died shortly after he was born. Gold has also only been seen once. The person who possessed it was the famous wizard most commonly known as Merlin. The four Hogwarts founders were at the very peak of silver.

Finally...it seems as though you're the real Boy Who Lived. The title Boy Who Lived is through magic. Though the general public adopted that name, Lady Magic did first, so it's a real title.

This means that you are the one who defeated he who shall not be named, otherwise known as...Voldemort. Said wizard also seems to not be dead as he has placed a Horcrux on you.

Simply put his body is dead but his spirit remains. A nasty piece of magic it is.

Dumbledore named your brother Charles the Boy who lived. That title can't be mistaken, at least for someone as powerful as him. He could only mistake it if he was delusional. "

Hate swirled around my body like a typhoon, my magic activating in little sparks around me. I was the boy who lived. I was the savior of the Wizarding World. I defeated Voldemort.

Yet how have I treated been all my life?

How much love have I felt all my life?

How much happiness have I ever felt?

I'm not even that mad at Voldemort, other than the fact he made me his life vessel thingy. I'm mad at Dumbledore.

That stupid son of a bitch.

"First of all, I wish to get the Horcrux and all the blocks and potions removed from my body. This includes the Glamor.

After that, I wish to withdraw all the money I have added to the potter family's vault. Finally, I wish to take an inheritance test. I would also like to head to all the vaults I own afterward." I said, gritting my teeth.

As Griphook prepared everything, I let out a sigh. Apparently, I sigh a lot, or at least that's what all the Goblins say.

Though people might say I have a lot of power I don't yet. I only have power in my blood. Like from my parents and by using my family name.

This is okay for politics. However, I still need other forms of power. Like how Voldemort's name brings power, or his followers, or his dueling capabilities. I need other forms of power too.

I closed my eyes thinking about how I would accumulate power. Slowly the ends of my lips curled up ever so slightly.

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Griphooks Pov:

As I read out Harry's, no Hadrian's, blood test I saw him flinch when I mentioned how he was the master of death. His eyes already dark aura, turned darker surprising me a bit. He already knew about it didn't he? I paused for a second thinking of the implications, then continued reading the paper out loud. That's not for me to think about. Not yet anyway.