Mason had a life that's all you can say about him..... But now he was going to start a new life in Harry Potter living with new powers and activities.......

No set romance yet will decided that later as I get into it but there will be a lot of flirting going on......

Bax Life in Harry Potter.......

Only own original characters and story the rest is sole owner of creator

After losing Hedwig while escaping from Voldemort, Harry found it hard to come to terms with her death. Filled with grief, rage and hatred, Harry swears to take revenge on every single death eater and especially on Voldemort himself. Receiving power from unexpected sources, Harry sets out on his mission to bring the dark lord and his followers to their knees. ============ This Harry Potter fanfic was started based on a challenge set by manny0101 in his own fanfic, Harry Potter: Rise of the Spiral on Webnovel. Read Chapter 54 for the details. This novel has been posted on Webnovel, Scribblehub, Fanfiction and RoyalRoad.

After losing Hedwig while escaping from Voldemort, Harry found it hard to come to terms with her death. 

Filled with grief, rage and hatred, Harry swears to take revenge on every single death eater and especially on Voldemort himself.

Receiving power from unexpected sources, Harry sets out on his mission to bring the dark lord and his followers to their knees.

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This novel has been posted on Webnovel, Scribblehub, Fanfiction and RoyalRoad.

As of 30th of October, 2021, this novel will still continue. I figured I should provide a little background.

I rewrote the story four times and didn't like any of it so dropped the story itself for a few months. Finally, a few months back, I got the idea to revamp the entire plot.

I spent quite a while to plot the entire story out and am now writing it. As soon as I'm done writing the first two volumes, I'll start posting again.

Current progress: Chapter 9 of Volume 1 (This volume will most probably have around 20-25 chapters)

I'll update the progress every week.

As a side note, thanks to all the supportive comments I've received even after I seemingly dropped this story. You have no idea how much it helps spur my determination along to continue writing!

"Harry, isn't it?" The boy spoke, after a long silence between them. "Harry Potter? I am Theodore Nott, I don't believe we've been formally introduced." He said, politely.

Harry's head snapped back around to stare at him. Of course, his creature inheritance had healed every single mark on his body except for the only one that he'd wished it had. That stupid cursed lightening bolt. It was probably the only thing that would haunt him for the rest of his life—at least, at present. He eyed the other boy warily, mentally making a running set of notes in his head. The Slytherin was watching him, but hadn't offered his hand or anything like that.

Not like Draco Malfoy had on that first day.

Something had always bothered him about that—as if he'd managed to somehow jinx himself and start their rivalry by ignoring the polite gesture that day on the train. Of course, there was no way he would've been able to take that hand—not after Malfoy had insulted the Weasleys, but Ron had actually had very little to do with it.

Harry just couldn't stand bullies—and Malfoy had all but physically cut Ron down to 'size'. He couldn't have ignored that.

The silence in the little compartment strained a bit longer than was strictly polite.

"Well, are you?" Theodore prompted, not seeming the least bit bothered by the silence.

Harry swallowed again. He didn't know too much about Nott, just that his father had been arrested and thrown in Azkaban and possibly scheduled for the Dementor's Kiss. Harry was rarely able to keep up with all the news in the wizarding world—especially during the summer when he lost contact with virtually everyone and everything the moment he returned to the Dursley's.

He reminded himself that Theodore was speaking—no, had spoken—and an answer was probably required. Harry mentally backtracked, something he had been working on over the summer and retrieved the last question. Oh, right. He did have to answer to that. A safe enough answer. 

Harry merely nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet.

Theodore didn't seem to mind at all. "Wonderful. It is a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance." The honey-gold eyes softened and a faint smile touched his face. "Might I inquire as to how was your summer? I'm afraid mine was a bit of a headache. Lots of paperwork to set straight since…Father was arrested." He causally pushed up the sleeves of his uniform before he made a slight motion that seemed like a cross over his chest.

Harry took notice of the movement and realized what the boy had just shown. His wrists were bare and there was no trace of the dark mark—at least, not that Harry could tell. He didn't think the boy was under a glamour, but he wasn't about to check just yet and if he didn't know better, he'd swear the boy was Catholic and had just crossed himself for speaking ill of a parent. Harry had known a few muggle children like that—he'd gone with Dudley to school a few times—before the Dursley's had discovered the wondrous world of Smeltings and decided that he'd had education enough.

Something sounded off in the back of his mind and Harry immediately pounced on the mental distraction. His new instincts were screaming at him to be careful and alert. Out of habit, he took a cautious sniff of his own and his brow furrowed as he tried to puzzle out what his instincts were telling him.

He'd gotten a teeny bit of practice in the past week—once he'd figured out that he could distinguish most scents—and had been able to pick up when his relatives were lying through their teeth, when they were terrified of him and when he ought to run. At the moment, the reaction filtering through him after a good whiff of Theodore's scent had him relaxing. His Dragel body processed the scent as something familiar and soothing—something that he didn't have to be afraid of, regardless of whether Harry agreed with it or not. It also had a slightly sweet scent—one that Harry couldn't quite place. He really needed to find more information on this Dragel thing.

"Are you alright?"

The question was completely unexpected.

Really unexpected.

Harry blinked. "What?"

"Are. You. Alright?" Theodore repeated, this time with deliberate emphasis. There was no bite to the words though, only a genuine curiosity. "You seem a little…lost. Do excuse me for asking."

"I'm fine." Harry bit off, unable to help himself for giving the curt reply. He didn't like the fact that other boy might've picked up on his current state of confusion—nor did he think it was anyone's business how he was really feeling. Mr. Theodore Nott could take his nosy questions and jump out the train window if he liked—as far as Harry was concerned, no one but his circle had the right to know how he was really—oh Merlin!

The thought had Harry consciously digging his hands into his oversized jeans with a death grip. He was thinking of a circle—Merlin's beard! He hadn't even met any potential—no, he wasn't going to let his head go in that direction. It'd only been a few weeks—okay, a month—if he counted correctly and surely that wasn't enough time to leave him thinking of things like Dragel circles and mateships and—Harry swallowed hard. He was sixteen! Sixteen! That was not old enough for this kind of…thing.

A soft groan slipped through his lips. Harry mentally resisted the urge to bang his head against the back of the train seat.

"Good." Theodore said, neutrally. He didn't seem to notice the groan, or if he did, was too polite to call attention to it as he then directed his gaze elsewhere and reached for the little knapsack he'd brought with him and drew out a large, hardcover book with gilded pages and scripted writing on the cover.

A soft whoosh of energy seemed to roll off of the tome and Harry realized it as being a special protected book. He'd heard of those. Herimone had often indulged in daydreams of owning or being allowed to read one. Harry had only half-listened to her.

He squinted slightly, drawing on his new, enhanced sight to make out the title of the book. It was a giant encyclopedia of magical creatures. Harry felt his mouth grow dry. He didn't recall that title in all his searching through the bookstore catalogues. Though from the very feeling of old, ancient magic that radiated from it, he could guess that the book might be a family heirloom—after all, most protected books were—at least, according to Hermione anyway.

A slight tingle rippled through him and Harry wished he could read it. The magic already left a rather pleasant feeling behind and Harry knew that there would be nothing dark inside of it or nothing harmful anyway.

They sat in silence for a bit.

The snack trolley went by and Theodore didn't look up, obviously engrossed in his readings, honey-golden eyes roving across the page, his lips occasionally forming the words he read.

Harry's stomach rumbled and he stood up to purchase a few snacks. He wouldn't be able to wait until dinner in the Great Hall if he didn't get something now. The ache in his stomach reminded him that sweets weren't really what he wanted, but it was the only option he had right now. So Harry purchased quite an armful and carried the sweets back to his seat and proceeded to devour practically all of them, pushing away the thought that he was literally gorging himself of pure sugar.

"That's quite a bit of sugar." Theodore commented. He looked up from his book at last, an expression of amusement on his face. He reached into his knapsack and drew out a wrapped parcel that he unshrunk and then proceeded to unwrap.

Harry's mouth watered as he caught the scent of seasoned, dried meat. Jerky. Fresh jerky. Not the packaged, processed stuff. His head popped up and he found himself staring at the rich, dark colored strips of dark meat. His teeth and gums ached, a warning that his fangs were threatening to make and appearance. It took a supreme effort of self-control for Harry to will them away, but he couldn't help staring after the wonderfully smelling strips.

Theodore's dark brows arched upwards into his hairline as he took in the expression on Harry's face. "Trade you some for a chocolate frog." He prompted, when Harry simply stared and said nothing. It wasn't difficult to read the expression on the boy's open face and Theodore felt a slight pull to rescue the boy from what would be a socially awkward moment if there were others present. He was all too familiar with the little nuances of the wizarding world, especially the social games played in the pureblooded circles. Games that he'd played a little too much due to his position and prestige.

He could tell with a glance that Harry Potter didn't play those games—visual confirmation for those particular rumors had been wonderful—for that reason alone, he'd dropped the usual mask that his name all but demanded of him when he'd pulled down the blinds on the compartment windows. It was nice to know that the purported savior of their world didn't just take things at face value.

Harry blinked as the words registered and then looked at the scattering of empty wrappers. A soft whine of distress slipped through his lips as he rifled through the mess. There really weren't any real leftovers, except for maybe a few half-eaten bites that he'd overlooked in his haste to fill his stomach.

Theodore's eyes darkened by several degrees to a rich golden brown. The whine of distress from Harry prompted a response in the way of the soft sound he made in the back of his throat, that served to smooth over the furrow in Harry's brow.

Harry's head of messy hair snapped up and for a moment, he smiled, before the expression turned bewildered.

Theodore offered him two strips of the jerky.

Harry hesitated. "Would you take a rain check on the chocolate frogs?" He asked, even as he reached for the jerky. He had to have it—rain check or not.

"Rain check?"

"Er…it's a muggle expression."

"Ah."

"It means…that, I'll get it for you later?"

"That's fine." Theodore handed over the jerky. "Make it two frogs." He retrieved another book from his knapsack and began to flip through that one. He caught Harry's gaze lingering on the book, but didn't say anything else.

They arrived at Hogwarts and Theodore held him back as he reached for the compartment door.

"Just a moment." He said, in answer to Harry's unspoken question.

"Why?"

Theodore gave a little jerk of his head and a moment later, Harry could hear Malfoy's voice ordering Crabbe and Goyle to clear a pathway for him through the usual gaggle of students. Theodore frowned, his head bent down, as if he were listening a little harder.

Harry found himself subconsciously mimicking the actions and he flinched at the amplified voice of Draco Malfoy. The customary arrogance he was used to was rather subdued and almost non-existent as he directed his cronies past and followed in their wake. It seemed as if it were merely a matter of course than the pleasure pastime that Malfoy often indulged in.

Soon they were on the ground and making their way to the carriages. Harry sucked in a breath as he saw the thestrals. A painful stab in his chest reminded him of the reason why he could see the creatures in the first place and he sucked in a breath and blew it out forcefully.

He didn't need to dwell on that now. There were other things to be worrying and thinking about. He looked around, searching for the heads of red hair that always helped to center his world. When he didn't see Ron or Hermione's usual bushy head of brown hair, he frowned.

"Something wrong?" Theodore swung himself up into a carriage and then waved him over. "You're welcome to ride with me if you like. I do not mind in the least." 

Harry inherits a creature "thing" from both sides of his parents and somehow that leads to weird sleeping habits, conversations with Theodore Nott and finding himself caught up in a world of Dragons, elemental powers and new creatures he's never heard of before. Dragons? Mates? Very AU. Contains all kinds of slash.


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"How old are you, exactly? In the town records, you seem to date all the way back before, you know, a lot of stuff."
Damon leaned back, staring out the window of Aria's beaten-down Toyota Corolla.
"I've lived for a long time. Seven hundred years and some other years. I was born around the time of the one-hundred-year war, the thirteen thirties. And let me tell you, it sucked, I killed a lot of people, met a lot of people. Most I don't remember but... I can only remember a feeling. Of my family."
"Cool..." She kept driving for another five minutes, "so you got any cool stories to pass the time?"
"Nope."
"Cool..."
He stared out the window, watching the morning sunshine shine, its stunning light passing through the pinewood trees. He turned back to Aria.
"I got a question for you. How did you use that magic type shit on me? The stuff where you crushed my limbs with your mind?" he asked.
"You don't know about... Oh, umm, ok, kinda weird, you are an Immortal right?" she asked back.
"I lived in a small town for the past one hundred years so I'm not very inclined to know about magic..."
"Yeah makes sense."
She pointed to a duffle bag in the back of the car.
"I guess I'll start off simple. I sold my soul to Satan."
"Huh? Satan?"
She held out her arm.
Damon leaned in close.
She rolled up her suited sleeve revealing the mark of a black hole, swirled and etched in three, it looked like a birthmark.
"The magic we use, we don't really call it magic. We're called Witches, we make contracts with Satan. I got a book in that duffle bag back there. Grab it for me," she pointed at the duffle bag again.
Damon slid between the two front seats, grabbing the black duffle bag and unzipping its tight zipper.
He then pulled out a heavy book, its fleshy hardcover, with a soft stretched face staring back at him.
"It's creepy," he said opening its skin frame.
Aria quickly held out her hand stopping him from going any further, "Whoa whoa whoa! Wait let me explain it first." She grabbed the book from his hands, flipping to a page in the middle, "this is all the names of all the Witches in my family. I don't want you doing anything weird with this, so you pinky-swear that you're honest about your ineptitude?"
She held out her pinky, Damon as well. They crossed at the fingertip.
"Good." She tossed the book back to him, "flip through the pages, it goes back centuries."
Damon kept flipping. The names, written in blood, inc, mysterious liquids spread across its oily skin pages.
"Is this book made of skin?" he asked flipping to the last page.
"Yeah, check it out." While still looking at the road ahead she grabbed the book and flipped to its back, "look it's even got hair on the back, like an actual head. I think the books called the... The... The Necronomicon. It's one of many."
As Damon flipped through the skin-wrapped pages, he started to feel a little disgusted and grossed out by its human-like appearance, with the face wrapped and stiched into the frame and spine. He then started to flip through the pages, the names, the centuries and decades, dating all the way back to the late sixteenth century.
"So how does this work? You sign your name, meet Satan, strike a deal? Is that how those Immortal Horse guys get their powers?" he asked.
"Nah, well sort of. There's only ten of these books known in the world right now. Each one belongs to a family of Witches, each holding a different power that Satan gives them. I have the Gravity Necronomicon, I stole it from my family. It's probably worth billions. And the Immortal Horses have the Immortal Necronomicon. But the Immortal Necronomicon is slightly different than mine. You see magic takes a sacrifice like my fingers." She showed her nailless fingers, "Immortality works differently. It takes that sacrifice from the souls of others, kinda like..." She thought of a good analogy, "think of like... It's like in Harry Potter. You ever read Harry Potter...? Actually don't answer that, of course you have, your seven hundred years old... Now remember Voldemort and his Horcruxes, it's basically like that. Except the Horcruxes are hundreds of human sacrifices."
Aria pulled off the highway. She headed straight through a farmland-type area. Fields and crops in all directions, cows and bulls, pigs and sheep.
"Where we heading?" asked Damon as he leaned out the half-open window.
She quickly glanced at a sticky note on her cracked windshield. She then looked out at a small farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.
"Yup this is the place."
SCREECH!
She stopped the car, drifting across the sandy dirt road, landing right outside the small two-story house, a puff of smoke in its wake.
"Get out the car, this is our first stop."
She swung open the door, the strong winds pulling her fancy suit back as she walked over to the trunk of her car.
Damon followed, his naked dried-up bloodied-up body also in the wind.
Aria opened up the trunk, "here's the job. We're gonna kill a Rogue Immortal from the Immortal Horses, who's in that house."
Damon looked over the rear side of the trunk's cabinets. Hundreds of weapons, cruxes, curses, bottles of liquids, guns, swords, daggers.
"Here!"
She tossed him some baggy clothes.
"Your naked, you'll get cold."
"I don't get cold."
"Uh... Ok, Mr. Immortal."
Damon covered up his nude body with tight blue jeans and a baggy grey sweatshirt.
He looked at himself through the window of the car.
"I look like a college white girl."
"Just shut up and wear it. It'll get bloody anyway. We just don't want to look suspicious when we get all up and personal with our target."
Aria unloaded then loaded up a pistol. She then attached it to the back of her belt, underneath her black suit jacket.
"Five bullets to the brain minimum will knock him out for a while. The guy might also have others in there, but you'll take care of em. Got it?" she said confirming Damon's dedication.
"Sure I guess."
She tossed him a sawed-off shotgun.
"Hide that under your sweatshirt and when I give you the signal, unload it into the house, no survivors."
"Yeah yeah. I got it... I got it! Let's go!" he tried to artificially syce himself up, so that he wouldn't get bored.
They walked across the dried fields of wheat. Past the evening sun as it slowly set into the horizon. They reached the small farmhouse, its two-story design with a small porch that sat out front.
Bark bark bark!
They stood silently outside as the dog from inside started to bark obnoxiously at them.
"You want me to kill a dog too?" he asked concerned for his own sanity.
"You said you were already going insane last night. You don't think just a little more will do any harm?"
Damon looked through the window, the dark barking and barking and barking, bouncing off the walls. His head spinning.
"Yeah, your right."
She knocked on the front door.
"Coming!" screamed an old raspy voice from far inside the house.
They waited patiently for the man to approach. His footsteps echoing closer and closer.
They waited until the door swung open.
"Sorry, what did you-"
Bang! Bang!
She fired two shots straight into the old man's brain.
Thump...
He fell over, blood slowly gushing from the two small holes in his head.
"Didn't you say five shots minimum?" Damon asked as he looked around the inside of the house.
"Yeah, but there doesn't seem to be anyone here. So why not just test the dude out a bit. See how strong his immortality is."
---
They waited for the guy to stand back up, to come back to life.
---
Six minutes later, still waiting.
Damon started to doubt Aria's authenticity.
"Are you sure this guy's immortal?"

Damon a Seven-Hundred-Year-old Immortal has lived his life trying to avoid the unnecessary and live in the shadows. But one day he is unearthed by a determined bloodthirsty young woman who has a plan to infiltrate the Immortal Horses, an organization comprised of Immortals, and kill them all in the name of revenge.

A hero's unfortunate death. The birth of a villain who shall take the whole world by surprise. Will he fulfil his father's dream or give it one hell of a nightmare.

taking in his surroundings Harry couldn't help but gasp a little at seeing the real wizarding world.

getting his bearings back together he walked straight to the biggest white building in the alley Gringotts. As he got closer he saw the goblin guards stationed outside the doors. 

'damn those are some of the ugliest things I have ever seen' Harry thought to himself as he entered the bank and waited in line for a free teller.

a few minutes later 

"yes" a goblin said from a desk motioning for Harry to go up to it.

"hello my name is Harry Potter, I was told if I needed to get money to come here?" Harry said with respect 

"you are told correct young wizard, but you will need your vault key to be allowed in" the goblin replied with what looked like a happy grin

"I don't have one, is there a different way for me to do so?"  Harry replied 

"yes, follow me" the goblin finished saying as it got down from his chair and motioned for Harry to follow him.

walking down a few halls and entering a private room with a work desk and a few chairs.

"you may sit down young wizard, as I still need to grab the feel documents for the inheritance test." the goblin said

the goblin reaching inside the desk drawer he pulled out a parchment and a old knife 

"now all you have to do is cut yourself in your thumb and let a few drops of your blood fall into the paper."

just before he reached for the knife. 

'blair give me the blood and status of head of house to the most riches vaults'

'okay'

feeling a slight warmth sensation go through out his body he picked up the knife, and gently cut his thumb to release some blood.

but what surprised him was that the blood looked to be black in color and when the blood touched the parchment it sizzled. then it disappeared being absorbed into the paper.

name: Harry James Potter
mother: Lily Evans- Potter
father: James Potter

vaults owned 5
Merlin vault number 1:  100,001,000 galleons 17 sickles 4knuts variety of jewels and family heirlooms. 

Le Fay vault number 2:   32,000,000 galleons
42 sickles 12 knuts variety of jewels and family heirlooms.

Pendragon vault number 3:  unknown

Potter family vault number 7:  2,500,000 galleons variety of jewels and family heirlooms

Potter trust vault number 687: 10,000 galleons



"woah!!! I'm rich aren't I" Harry asked excitedly

"yes you are heir Potter"

"sir can I have a new set of keys, and I would like to make sure that no one has access to my vaults. also I would like my bank statements"

"no problem" the goblin said as he reached into the drawer with a new set of papers and snapping his fingers as another set of documents appeared but a much thicker set then the previous.

"first I will need another three drops of blood for the new key" 

Harry hearing this again went through the whole process just as he finished a new set of keys with their vault number ingraved In them.

"make sure to keep those keys safe Mr. Potter" 

nodding Harry put the keys inside his pocket 'blair can you put the keys into my inventory' 

'sure' Blair replied

" now these are your bank statements" the goblin said handing over the documents to Harry.

going over the whole thing Harry saw somethings that were making him mad 'that conniving old fool' Harry seethed 
unknown to Harry he was releasing some of his magic causing the ground and all of the magical alley to tremble.

Harry still reading the documents heard some shuffling so he looked up from the bank statements and saw a platoon of guards with Spears pointing at him.

"is there a problem" harry asked with a hiss still mad at what he just read.

"no Mr. Potter you were releasing some of your magic and was causing some trouble" the goblin said

"ohh I'm sorry, but there is a problem with my bank account" Harry said again with anger

the teller and the guards seeing that he is angry began to sweat no matter how young and how much the goblins loved war they couldn't help but feel they were in the presence of an predator.

"what is the problem?" asked the teller

"well, it seems a Mr. Dumbledore has been stealing from my vaults and has taken some of my heirlooms as I don't know him. I want everything back with interest also a miss Moll prewett, Ronald Weasley and Guinevere Molly Weasley are taking payments out of my accounts. I want my shit taking care of and I would like to see my account manager and ask him personally why is he allowing this things to occur." Harry asked releasing magic but also causing some electric Sparks to appear around him.

the teller hearing the demand ran out the room and a few minutes later another goblin entered but this one was accompanied by other guards in fancier armor.

"greetings Mr. Potter I am Ragnok leader of the goblin nation and director of Gringotts. I have heard of the things that have happened and we are currently doing a investigation and the Potter account manager is being questioned at the moment." Ragnok said as he took a seat 

"Hello Director Ragnok I am sorry for all the commotion, but I wasn't expecting some of the issues I came across." Harry said

"yes, I would be unhappy as well" Ragnok said as a goblin walked in and whispered into Ragnoks ears and left some paperwork with him

"okay, Mr Potter from now on I will be in charge of your accounts and the previous Potter manager has been delt with. as for the stolen money's they will be taken back from the accounts of Dumbledore and prewett vaults with interest. as for the heirlooms they shall be in your vaults within the hour." Ragnok said
hearing this Harry finally calmed down 

"now for other business, since you are the last Potter, and last heir of Merlin,Le Fay, and Pendragon you are magically emancipated and will be able to claim your rings of head of house. will you like to do so at this time."

a dude died by some stupid reason let's say the Almighty truck kun did the deed. when he wakes up later on he is in front of a god which gives him some wishes which make him Op and later on he does whatever he wants In his life

this fan fic will be short

Harry appeared in front of a large set of gates as per the instructions of the invitation. The house was very impressive; it was a massive Victorian style building that one would read about if they cared to browse classical literature. It was set on a slight hill and was made from brick with heavy timber beams placed intravenously throughout the architecture. The lawns were well kept and the entire property was surrounded by high railings that matched the black and gold gate. It was then that Harry realised he was dealing with a family of class and suddenly felt a little underdressed. There was nothing he could do now knowing that it would be much more rude to be late than dressed the way he was.

He made his way to the door and composed himself, it was important for him to show his independence and strength but to be respectful and not intimidating. It was a delicate balance that had been explained to him by Arcturus; he had to be strong but not come across as though he felt he was better than them, they should be treated as an equal.

He knocked on the door and waited to be admitted.

The door opened to reveal a young looking house-elf that was dressed in a very clean, white apron with the family crest stitched lovingly into the front of the garment.

"Master Harry Potter sir" the elf greeted him. "Please follow me and I will takes you to my Master and Mistress" the elf instructed.

"Thank you…"

"Tilly sir" the elf responded blushing a little.

"Thank you Tilly" Harry said with a smile. "Please lead the way".

The elf led him through the beautifully decorated entrance hall that was largely neutral colours. The thing that set it apart from most other houses was the amount of family portraits and photos that were on the walls.

They eventually came to a dining room and Harry was taken aback by the number of people waiting for him, he had expected 4 but there were seven.

"Mr Potter.. It is Mr potter isn't it?" a tall and mousey haired man addressed Harry. "Welcome to our home" he said approaching with his hand extended.

"Technically it is Lord Potter, but please call me Harry" the teen insisted. "And thank you for your invitation Lord Greengrass it is much appreciated" he replied and shook the mans' hand firmly.

"Well you are very welcome Harry, let me introduce you to the rest of the people here" he said leading Harry to the assembled group. "This" he explained indicating to the other man in the room, "is Lord Robert Davis and his wife Lady Susan Davis" he finished.

Harry shook the mans' hand gave the lady a bow and a gentle kiss on the back the hand as was custom.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both" he intoned.

"The pleasure is ours Lord Potter" the man replied with a warm smile which Harry returned.

"And this" Lord Greengrass cut in. "is my wife, whom you have already met I believe" he finished with a raised eyebrow.

Harry recognised the woman immediately and took her hand and brushed his lips across the back of her knuckles.

"It is nice to meet you in much more pleasant circumstances my lady" Harry greeted her with a bow.

"Likewise Lord Potter" Ophelia replied with a smile and a slight curtsey.

"And finally the three young ladies here are my daughters Daphne and Astoria" he introduced, gesturing to the two blonde girls who looked very much like their mother. "And Tracey the daughter of Lord and Lady Davis" he finished indicating the final girl who had brown hair and seemed to take more after her father in looks.

"Ladies" Harry acknowledged with a bow.

"Lord Potter" they replied in unison with a curtsey of their own.

"Ok now that is strange for me, Please call me Harry or Potter if you prefer" he requested to the group.

Jonathan laughed.

"Of course Harry, Tilly would please take Harrys' coat" he asked of the elf.

Harry removed his coat, folded it and handed it to the elf.

"Thank you Tilly" he said looking her in the eye causing the elf to blush again.



About two weeks after, Harry was inspecting a vacant shop in Diagon alley for his new store when a quest popped up 
[Save Theodor Nott from Alvin Nott
Reward: special ticket x1
Bonus objective: Kill Alvin Nott
Bonus Reward: special ticket x3]
This was the first time Harry had a quest that wasn't by his way or for him. The closest thing to it was the one telling Harry to teach Nymmi wandless magic. 
It was then that Harry heard shouting, as he turned he saw a man dragging a young boy by the arm "You will learn your lesson today; we don't deal with blood traitors" the man shouting at the boy.
Harry shook his head and moved in the way and 'accidently' tripped the man, causing him to fall face first on the ground, causing more than a few to laugh.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that" Harry said as he grabbed Lord Nott's arm to help him up. Harry morphed to look like a tall teenager, so he was able to help the man up, and hit him with a point-blank, wandless, wordless Confundus.
"Let go of me you filthy mud-blood" he screeched causing the alley to go quiet
Harry stood tall and spoke with authority "I will have you know I am Harry James Potter, Heir to the most ancient most noble house of Potter, and you will show respect" Harry nearly growled to add to the show
Nott under Harry's Confundus charm, which was set to cause recklessness, sneered "so not a mud-blood, so what, you're still a blood traitor" this time his words caused murmurs to trickle through the crowd gathered for the show
Harry growled "I harry James Potter Heir to the most ancient most noble house of Potter and most ancient most noble house of Black challenge you to an honour duel" this caused the crowed to gasp
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Theodore Nott was worried, not for his father but for Harry Potter. Theo hated his father because he killed Theo's mom, but kept the fact that he knew secret. His father also punished him a lot because he wasn't good enough, he embarrassed his father in front of his friends or just because he wanted to throw a Cruciatus curse at something and he happened to be there.
Today was no different. All Theo said was that it was good to get rid of the werewolves, but his father thought otherwise and was dragging him home to educate 'read Cruciatus' him. 
"As the challenged, you may decide the time and location, or apologise for your dishonourable words and retract them" Harry broke Theo out of his stupor
Then out of nowhere Harry potter appears and challenges his father to an honour duel. They are usually to the death and with his father; they are defiantly to the death. No matter how much of a genius Harry Potter was, he was five and his father was a death eater, he was worried, and hopped his father would just apologise and have the duel dropped.
"I don't care and I stand by my words, TRAITOR" Alvin shouted
"Then it is here and now" Harry then turned and saw an auror "you, what's your name" he called to the auror
The young auror froze for a second before answering "George Proudfoot, sir"
Harry turned to Alvin "is he an acceptable Referee?"
The Referee was a third party that would make sure everything is on the up and up, and in the absence of seconds make sure there was no foul play.
Alvin Nott saw the young auror who was practically shaking in his boots "as acceptable as any" he accepted with a sneer that would make Snape proud
Harry took off his outer robes to reveal a white dress shirt and a Black dress pants with dress shoes "weapon and wand, no restriction. Auror Proudfoot, if you would set up a duellers wall please" harry asked the Auror who nodded and moved frantically
Soon enough, both Lord Nott and Heir Potter were inside a blue transparent wall, that can keep spells in, but that's about it. People can just walk out and spells from out of the wall can go through easily. Its only usefulness is when used for duels.
Harry turned to face Alvin Nott and pulled on his bracelet transforming it into a rapier, the same one he got about a year ago. Alvin Nott sneered again and pulled out his wand.
Auror Proudfoot stood just outside the the dueller's wall "would both duellers bow to each other" Harry accepted and bowed slightly, Nott did not "Lord Nott, no honour" the Auror spoke causing Alvin's eyes to widen
When no honour is called, and the winner of the duel is the one who it was called on, they get nothing from the win. In another word, Harry can claim right by conquest if he won as he is defeating the only adult male of the Nott Family, but Lord Nott cannot, because he acted without Honour.
Alvin Nott shouted "I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS" at the young Auror who was too scared to act
"Auror" Harry spoke calmly and without an ounce of anything besides cold calculated killing intent "begin the duel"
The auror snapped out of his fear and began with a shaky voice "ready" he lifted his hand and brought it down "Begin"
"AVADA-" was as far as he got. The people were confused for a second until they saw the rapier sticking out of Nott's neck with blood flowing out. They turned to Harry, only to see him in a stance that indicates he threw the sword at Nott.
Harry walked slowly and calmly towards the now on his knees Nott, gaping for a breath as he held his neck, and took hold of the rapier "because the Potter is a light family people believe us weak" Harry spoke in a strangely admonishing tone "but the light sided families now have me, their sun/son" Harry then slashed the rapier causing Alvin's head to drop clean off
Harry then swung the blade downwards and the blood on it fell to the floor leaving the blade as good as new. Harry then turned to the auror who looked dumbly back "well?" Harry asked with a raised brow
"W-w-w- *gulp* winner is Heir Potter" the poor auror spoke before almost passing out as he heard "What is going on here?" from a very angry sounding Madam Bones

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything.

young man dies
young man meets god
young man gets NO wishes
young man is stuck with his Lottery
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this is a wish fulfillment fanfic. that means harem and some OP-MC things.
if you don't like it, bugger off

"You speak our tongue wizard, what is your name" The bank teller asked as he peered over the counter to look down at the child. "I am Harry Potter" Harry said as the goblins eyes lit up. "Do you have your vault key or wand Mr. Potter" the goblin asked as he continued looking into Harrys emerald green eyes, Harry confused looks at Hagrid. Hagrid awaking from his stupor, started to pat his chest and pants pockets. He reached his giant hand into an even more, giant sized pant pockets and pulled out a key that locked like a toy in his hands. "I got it right 'ere." Hagrid said as he handed the key to the goblin as he looked at Harry. "GripHook is the Potters account manager, I shall fetch him, so he can bring you to your vault Mr. Potter." The goblin stated as he hopped down from his pedestal and started walking towards a room behind him.   

"Blimey 'Arry. How'd you know to speak goblin?" Hagrid asked as he looked at Harry, "I was taught by a person no longer in this time or world." Harry said as he looked down, Hagrid thinking the person perished recently didn't continue asking questions out of respect. Short, quick steps were heard as two goblins walked out of the backroom, that the teller walked into a moment ago. "This is my clan brother GripHook of the Iron Arm clan." The teller said as the GripHook walked around the counter and towards Harry. "May your blade become quenched by your enemies' blood." GripHook said "May gold coins fill your vault," replied Harry. Harry squinting his face 'dammit Merlin, whatever you did to me makes me just reply automatically.'

"Mr. Potter, I have been trying to reach you by owl for over two years, we have much to discuss." GripHook said through his smile showing his pointed teeth as he reached his hand out and Harry shook it. "Time is money, so if there is nothing else let us be off." GripHook said, as looked at the wizard and giant. "I'm here on official Hogwarts business. I need to get you know what, from you know where." Hagrid whispered to GripHook who nodded, understanding Hagrid's not to subtle whispers. "IronHook" GripHook said to the bank teller "get someone to send the Giant to vault number 713." GripHook turned to Harry and said "follow me Mr. Potter, we need to discuss your account" as he turned and walked away.

GripHook pushed open his office doors as he made his way behind the desk as Harry followed him in. GripHook pulled out a dagger and a bowl engraved in runes and set them on the desk as he looked at Harry. "This is an inheritance test" GripHook explained as he nodded towards the dagger and bowl. "You need to slice open your palm with the dagger and let seven blood drops fall into the bowl. This will tell me that you are who you claim to be, before we begin to discuss your account." GripHook said passing the dagger over to Harry. Harry picked up the dagger in his right hand holding his left hand over the bowl and sliced a clean line into the palm of his left hand. Harry counted the drops that fell into the bowl as soon as the seventh drop of blood fell into the bowl, red smoke started to bellow out of the bowl. Harry set down the dagger and noticed that the cut on his hand healed the moment the dagger fell from his hand. Harry continued watching the smoke rise as it began to take shapes. A griffin rose from the smoke, as a snake soon followed, as a Thestral appeared behind them both. "Interesting," GripHooked smiled gleefully as he knew that the account he managed just grew exponentially.

Harry Potter died again and his death angel was not happy. "Seven times" she stated "and frankly I'm sick of this conversation, so goodbye, peace, whatever, just disappear." She said as Harry slowly vanished. She opened the file on her desk, "now to find someone who can."

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