Chapter 4 - Ancestry Revealed

On the second morning of becoming Dumbledore's apprentice, Harry woke up in pain. A certain house elf seemed to have thought of dive bombing his stomach. Shooting the hyper elf a glare that promised pain, Harry put his glasses on.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He asked despite knowing who and why.

"Harry Potter must NOT go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year!" The energetic house elf shouted.

Harry just rubbed his forehead as he looked at the three and half foot elf with large tennis ball green eyes, pencil-like nose and long bat-like ears. He forgot how set Dobby was set in his attempt to remove him from going to Hogwarts. Well it has been nearly four decades since then and his memories from Hogwarts and afterwards is spotty due to potions. So he wasn't really worried about it.

"Why?"

"Harry Potter sir is in great danger. Dobby's master is plotting something bad. I am a bad elf for telling you but Harry Potter must survive."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"No, no Dobby mustn't betray master, but Dobby must warn Harry Potter he mustn't return to Hogwarts." Dobby cried into his dirty pillow case.

"Can you tell me if the plan is in motion or not. If it isn't maybe Professor Dumbledore can do something about it." Harry tried to coax out of Dobby.

Violently shaking his head Dobby began banging his head.

"Dobby, Dumbledore and I will look into this ok. We will solve this so no one will get hurt." Harry said as he grabbed Dobby in an attempt to stop hurting himself. "Also give me my mail you've been stealing."

With a snap a pile of letters appeared on the desk as Dobby faded away. Pinching his nose again, he watched Albus walk in chuckling.

"Well you had an interesting morning."

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"Flipendo."

Harry whispered the incantation for the Knockback Jinx at the practice dummy. Beside him Dumbledore nodded as the dummy sailed into the wall with a mighty bang. The dummy appeared to be fine, but both men could tell the spell would have fractured bones.

"Well you got the power." Dumbledore laughed as he levitated the dummy back.

"I didn't mean to put much power in it but my magic feels smoother and better than before." Harry mumbled to himself wondering why before wondering if the potions had an effect on his magic.

"Alright let's try it again but this time give it your all."

Nodding, Harry pulled on his magic and felt his wand begin to warm up at the amount. While it wasn't too hot to touch but at the same time uncomfortable.

"Flipendo."

Once again casting the knockback jinx, the two watched as the dummy slammed into the wall. This time however it chest was caved in and an arm fell off alongside a thundering boom.

"Oops?" Harry laughed with the aged headmaster as the door swung open.

Since the two decided to do some training and didn't feel like annoying his neighbors. Dumbledore took Harry to Hogwarts and used an unused classroom. Which seemed to be the right choice, if the thundering boom was anything to go by.

"What's going on in here!" Professor Sprout shouted. "Near gave me a heart attack that did."

She was a plump woman with curly grey hair and around McGonagall age. Her eyes glaring at both Harry and Albus before cooling off seeing who it was. Who knew coming in to look after the greenhouse would give her such a freight.

"Sorry, Professor Sprout. It would seem Harry here is more powerful than either of us suspected." Dumbledore said waving off her concern with a laugh.

"Alright, just be mindful." She said before leaving wondering why she felt this wasn't the last time she was going to warn them both.

"Well let's do a couple more cast and let move on to Transfiguration."

For the rest of the morning Harry ended up going through the first and second year spells for charms and transfiguration. Much to his and Albus's amusement he accidentally put too much power in Lumos making like a sun suddenly appeared. Just without the heat.

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Walking up the marble steps of Gringotts, Harry had a bitter smile. The last time he actually stepped inside was to learn the Weasleys had run off with his money. After he paid for repairs and apologies for him, Ron and Hermione. So without much money and really no need to visit, he just took a truck and hauled off his small pile of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts.

"Unhappy memories, Harry?" Dumbledore asked as he opened the door.

"Yeah, I will tell you after if you want to know." was all Harry said earning a head shake.

When they stepped inside a few wizards and witches were going on about their business. Some looked over and saw who entered gaining smiles and awe. Harry guessed it wasn't everyday one sees Albus Dumbledore the Defeater of Grindelwald and Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived together.

Harry quickly spotted an empty teller and walked over with Dumbledore behind him. While Dumbledore didn't really have a reason to be here, he was just keeping him company. Also it would be a bit suspicious if Harry was walking around at his current age. So he wasn't going to complain about his over a century old shadow.

"Did my family have an accountant?" Harry quickly whispered to Dumbledore.

"I believe so. The Potter's have been known to help their friends out throughout the centuries. So they own quite a few shares throughout magical Britain and abroad. Lily I believe was getting ready to enter the muggle stock market before you went into hiding." Albus answered but looked at him strangely. "Didn't your family grimoire you."

"No I didn't have it. When I said the Weasleys took everything, I mean they took all my heirlooms in the vault and most of my money." Harry started sadly earning a pat on his shoulder. He quickly turned to the teller. "Does the Potter family have an accountant and if so is he free at the moment?"

A pair of beady black eyes looked over the tall desk staring into Harry's eyes. The goblin eyes slowly drifted up over the scar before looking up at Dumbledore. "Ironjaw is available."

Following the small aged goblin with wild white hair and sneer as he led the two wizards to an office. Inside there was an old goblin with heavy wrinkles and had a heavy receding hairline. Peering over his circular glasses similar to Harry's own pair which he is going to charm after his transformation.

"Mr. Potter I assume?" The old goblin had a heavy and rough voice but held a tone of respect.

"Yes, sir."

"I was wondering when I will see you. There have been a few irregularities in your latest purchases." The goblin spoke but one could easily hear he was displeased.

"So they have already begun their plan." Harry sighed, catching the old goblin's attention.

"I recently learned my best friend and his family made plans to rob me of basically everything. If they haven't already they will soon attempt to potion me from loyalty to love potions in the future."

"That is worrisome. Now since you clearly don't have your vault key, shall we do an inherients test. Maybe we can get some of those vaults that predate the Ministry Galleons flowing again."

Frowning Harry didn't really like the idea of having to use his blood. The memories of when Voldermort rose again in his last run through he called life surfaced. Since then he has been careful on what his blood has been used for.

As for the inherients test, he knew about them but didn't do it before. Since he was dying when he learned about it and due to potions and a little sister. He didn't see the point of opening the vaults only to transfer to both Fleur and Daphne in a few years. Then when they died it would fall to Fleur children she and Bill had when she was under the potions. As for Daphne, it would go to her little sister who married Draco Malfoy.

While Harry didn't really have an issue with Draco outside of Hogwarts later in life. He knew that the Malfoy's family always used money to bribe others. So in the end he decided to just leave it be for some future person.

"It only requires three drops and your blood will be destroyed afterwards." Albus explained upon seeing Harry's hesitation.

"Sorry, I just go lost in thoughts. So I just prick my finger and drop it on this parchment?"

"Yes, and for a thousand Galleons we can do the in depth test. It would roughly show your talents and possible potential." The Goblin smiled in greed.

"Hmm, I believe my young ears deceive me and hear that the Weasley are offering to pay for it. Dumbledore do you hear that?" Harry smiled back.

Torn between laughing while agreeing and shaking his head no at the very bad joke. Dumbledore had seen what the pack of redheads did as Harry was showing him a few memories at night.

"Harry, why don't you just leave the Weasleys alone for the time being. Once they learn the key doesn't work they will soon become desperate. What was the saying, 'Give them enough rope and they will hang themselves?'"

A small sigh escaped Harry's lips as he turned back to the Goblin. "I will have to pass. I can't really justify three hundred for the test, much less a thousand."

The sight of an ancient looking goblin pouting would stay with Harry for the years to come. It was just so funny that he barely could contain his laughter. Pricking his finger, Harry allowed three drops to drop down on the parchment.

Name: Harry James Potter

Date of Birth: 31 July, 1980

Heirs to:

Paternal Side:

House of Potter (By Blood)

House of Black (By Blood and Will)

House of Pervell (By Blood)

House of Fleamont (By Blood)

Maternal side:

House of Gaunt (By Blood)

House of Slytherin (By Blood)

House of Prince (By Blood)

Wills:

House of Dumbledore (By Will)

House of Flamels (By Will)

House of Evans (By Will)

Total silence filled the office as the two wizards and goblins looked at the parchment. While the goblin was silently frowning as only the Fleamont vault became active, two wizards had other thoughts. Their minds were racing on how Harry's mother was related to Tom Riddle who was out to kill him.

From all their information only Tom Riddle should be related to the Gaunt's. Neither of them really could believe or think that he slept with someone much less impregnated one. However they guess it was around the time he vanished and began traveling. Though Harry remembers a rumor in the future that Tom and Bellatrix had a daughter. He just didn't have much evidence to support it and just treated it as a rumor.

"Wasn't my mother a muggle born?" Harry suddenly questions stopping his thoughts as he turns green. "Wait, she is related to Snape? He is in love with his Cousin or Sister."

"I assumed so but this tells us something different." Dumbledore said. "Mr. Ironjaw do you perhaps know if Lily Potter was adopted?"

Pulling out a file, they watched the ancient goblin slide his finger downwards. "Yes she was adopted by Evans. Her mother Jeanny died a few months after she was born in a potion mishap. Since the Father was nowhere to be seen and Eileen Prince unable to provide for her niece. She was sent to the orphanage."

"Professor, do you want to tell Snape he is in love with his cousin?" Harry asked.

"I think we should keep this a secret. We don't know how he will react as it could easily go either way." Dumbledore answered after thinking for a moment.

Slightly nodding, Harry turned back to the goblin. "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"Just your investment."

"Alright, do you perhaps invest in the Mundane world?"

"No, as very few witches and wizards have interest in such things. So Gringott has no reason to offer such services."

"Thanks anyways, now let's get a move on. I am sure you have better things to do then listen to a twelve year old rant." Harry shrugged as he thought about investing in the technology market. However since he couldn't in his current body and the goblins don't offer such service. There isn't much he could do and he doubted Dumbledore would be much help in that regard.

After nearly forty minutes and a few adjustments, Harry was on his way out with Dumbledore.