Blood and Legacies

The room walls were made of a beautiful marble design similar to that of the main hall. There was a large desk of high quality oak, which had a large wooden chair situated behind it. In front of the desk were two armchairs. Harry sat in the armchair closer to the door, while the goblin sat in the wooden chair opposite him.

In the back of the room was a large sign, encased in what appeared to be a rather expensive frame. Harry didn't waste time reading it, merely scanning it over. It mentioned something about memory removal, which didn't surprise him. A few years ago, Arthur Weasley had mentioned that the goblins of Gringotts were required by law to remove any memories pertaining to heirships, abilities, or any other form or personal affair (unless they were the vault manager of the family in question).

"My name is Bogrod. I am the head teller for Gringotts Bank. I am not all too surprised that you do not have your key, although it should be in your possession. I will be testing your identity, and after that, I am assuming you wish to make heirship claims?"

"That, as well as an abilities test, please." said Harry. Bogrod nodded, before opening a drawer to his left, pulling out a blank piece of parchment that the Gringotts Seal at the top, as well as a silver knife. Bogrod placed them gently in front of Harry on the table.

"To confirm your identity, you must cut your finger and drop a single drop of blood onto the Gringotts Seal. Do not worry about the knife, it has a self healing charm that will come into effect once the blood has spilt." said Bogrod, before turning around and searching through some of the drawers.

Harry did as instructed, watching as the blood dripped onto the parchment. For a moment nothing happened, and Harry looked at Bogrod, confused. Bogrod, however, was pulling out two additional pieces of parchment from the drawers beside him. When he was satisfied with the two blank documents he had pulled up, he looked at the seal, and a moment later nodded. Harry looked down at the parchment, which now had writing written across it in pure black ink.

'Harry James Potter

Son of Lily Evans and James Potter'

Harry smiled at the names of his parents before looking up, watching as Bogrod placed the two new in front of him. They were identical to the first paper Bogrod had given him, although on one the seal was blue, while the other was yellow.

"The blue sheet is your abilities sheet. It will show any rare abilities you have as you may have guessed. The yellow sheet is your heirship sheet. It will show the names of each house you can attempt to claim.

After we see which houses they are, we will bring the rings, which will judge your worth. If they accept you, you become the heir. You will not be allowed to keep the rings until you are an adult, and you will not be allowed access to any vaults except for the Potter Trust Vault. If the ring judges you worthy, you will switch from Heir Apparent to Heir. It simply means nobody can contest your heirship."

Harry nodded slowly before looking at the two sheets, still trying to comprehend what was going on. He grabbed both sheets, before pricking the end of his finger with the knife. A few moments after the blood had fallen upon both seals. Harry pulled the yellow sheet towards himself, while Bogrod took the blue.

'Harry James Potter Heirships:

Heir Apparent to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter*

Heir Presumptive to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Heir Apparent to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin

*as the Heir Apparent to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter (the House with the greatest connection the the extinct Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell), Harry James Potter is allowed access to the Peverell possessions stored within the Potter vault.'

Harry paled instantly as he read the sheet. Potter and Black were both fine. He didn't know what House Peverell meant, but it wasn't anything to complain about. Heir of Slytherin, however, was a completely different thing.

If the magical world found out that the Boy-Who-Lived, savior of the Wizarding World, was the heir of Slytherin, there would without a doubt be blood. He looked up at Bogrod, who was looking at Harry, his expression filled with intense curiosity and wonder, his face slightly pale.

Before Harry could ask what he was thinking, Bogrod had snatched the yellow sheet from his hands. If possible, Bogrod's expression had become even more intense. Without a word, the goblin handed over the abilities sheet to Harry, who quickly read it.

'Harry James Potter Abilities:

Partial Metamorphmagus

Parselmouth

Mage'

"Three different abilities?" asked Harry faintly, shocked. The first two he understood, to some extent. Being a Parselmouth was obvious. Metamorphmagus was less so, but he did recall seemingly regrowing his hair after Aunt Petunia had cut it in a particularly horrible style. The last, however, he knew little of.