Unforgiveable Jinx

Room of Requirement takes Harry to his ancestral home to meet portrait of his grandfather, Fleamont Potter. They contact the goblins and set the kneazles loose among the owls – the goblins declare an audit of all Dumbledore's spending for the last ten years. Harry discovers uncomfortable news about his mother's ancestry and then spells written in parseltongue that let him change some terrible spells. Magical Britain changes that fall and Dobby has fun creating mischief across the island. Bashing Dumbledore and Weasleys. SLASH. Harry is gay but only 14 so just look for him to be watching how adults react to the news.

This Harry Potter story was written for fun. All rights belong to the wonderful lady (JK Rowling) who gave the world Harry Potter to read and enjoy.

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{Parseltongue conversation}

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In this first chapter, Harry asks the Room of Requirement for private place to read a letter from Gringotts. Hogwarts connects to Harry's ancestral home, Potter Haven and opens a doorway to the den there where Harry meets the portrait of his grandfather, Fleamont Potter. Dobby is invited to join them and brings the goblin in charge of the Potter accounts to the manor house. Harry becomes 'Heir Potter'.

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Scene Break: The Doorway to Potter Haven

His fourth year at Hogwarts barely begun, Harry Potter already dealt with multiple headaches. The first Saturday, he came to the Great Hall early to escape Ron; beginning with the ride on the Hogwarts Express, his 'best friend' relentlessly demanding that Harry date Ginny, the youngest Weasley. To Harry's great disappointment, Fred and George seemed to agree with that the fate of the Boy-Who-Lived was to be Ginny's boyfriend. However, it was a passing comment from Headmaster Dumbledore at the door to the Great Hall that morning that scared Harry.

"There's much to be said for young love, Harry," Dumbledore mentioned casually. "The House of Potter needs an heir sooner than later."

His entire life, adults told Harry what to do but he was confused and concerned by Dumbledore's statement about the 'need for an heir'. He just turned fourteen at the end of July and had no interest in getting married or being responsible for a child! No one else in his class was planning to get married or start a family.

While he was seated alone at breakfast, a large owl from Gringotts flew into the Great Hall and landed at the Gryffindor table. The owl stuck out a leg to the teenager who hesitated a moment before taking the heavy parchment with the seal of Gringotts upon it. Harry was taken aback – he'd never received any letters from Gringotts before, so he quickly fed the owl a large piece of bacon and hid the letter in his robes. Then Harry ate his fill and escaped from his 'friends' who were just entering the Great Hall.

"Oi! Harry, where you headed mate?" called Ron; the redhead obviously hurried through his morning rituals, not drying his hair after his shower. His robes were messy with stains of last night's supper still clinging to the cloth.

Acting as though he hadn't heard Ron, Harry ran up the stairs to the seventh floor and finally reached the tapestry of Barnabas the Balmy. Here he paced back and forth three times, asking Hogwarts for a room where he could read his letter in solitude and safety.

"And somebody who can tell what to do… Somebody on my side," he asked the magic of the castle.

The portal that appeared in the wall was an unusually grand door made from carved wood; Harry quickly opened the door and ducked inside, pulling it closed. Behind him, the door vanished from the hallway before anyone else saw it. The teenager closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath – climbing seven flights of stairs left him breathless this early in the school year. Finally, he looked around at the room – this was a comfortable study in a manor house. There were French doors that lead to a terrace with formal gardens beyond, a great fireplace, a large desk and many book cases filled with leather-bound books.

"I say there…who are you?" asked a voice. Harry was startled for a moment before he noticed the wizard's portrait over the fireplace.

"I didn't mean to intrude," Harry said. "I asked Hogwarts for a safe place to read my letter from Gringotts."

The painted figure of a wizard with messy hair and glasses seemed to look Harry over very closely before he said, "Students are not supposed to be able to escape the castle when the term is in session except to visit Hogsmeade on selected weekends."

Then the wizard asked, "How did Hogwarts bring you to Potter Haven?"

"Potter Haven?" asked Harry. "What is 'Potter Haven'?"

"It is the primary residence for the Potter family and it is well hidden in Wales," the portrait replied. "And you must be a Potter otherwise you could not have entered the house while it is shut down. Now, how did you get in the front door? The floo is disconnected and the doors are sealed to outsiders."

"The Room of Requirement created the door that brought me here," Harry replied. "I asked for a safe room with someone who could advise me."

"I don't think I have ever heard of the 'Room of Requirement'. Can you tell me more about this room?" asked the portrait.

"The house elves call it the 'Come and Go Room'," Harry explained. "Classmates told me it was the 'Room of Requirement'."

"Ah…I remember the 'Come and Go Room' from my years at Hogwarts," the portrait replied. Again, the animated wizard portrait seemed to consider Harry carefully and then asked, "And what is your name young man?"

"I'm Harry Potter, sir."

"And who are your father and mother?"

"My parents were James and Lily Potter," the teenager replied.

"What do you mean 'were'?"

"They were killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort when I was a baby. I don't remember them…except for memories I have seen because of the Dementors," the boy explained.

The portrait was silent for a long moment but then said, "Then you are my grandson. Welcome to Potter Manor. I am your grandfather, Lord Fleamont Potter. James is my son."

The portrait motioned toward a photograph on the table and Harry picked it up to see a young couple dancing underneath trees dropped white petals almost like snow. The boy picked up the photo, seeing the faces of his parents for the first time in his life.

"James and Lily had just become betrothed," Fleamont explained. "It was spring and James had put the Potter betrothal ring on your mother's finger. Then they danced as apple blossoms fell all around them."

"I need…I need to sit down," Harry said, holding the picture frame close. The portrait nodded and motioned toward a chair positioned where they could easily see each other and talk.

Eventually the messy-haired boy said, "I know nothing about my parents or you."

"Nothing about your family?" asked the portrait. "Who raised you? Where are Sirius and his wolf?"

"I live with my Aunt Petunia Dursley in Surrey. Headmaster Dumbledore says it is the safest place for me."

"With that muggle woman?" the portrait asked, his voice rising with disbelief. Seeing the boy's embarrassment, Fleamont hurried to explain, "Muggles can be fine people but they know nothing about raising a magical child let alone the magical heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter!"

"There are blood wards there to protect me with my aunt and cousin," Harry explained.

"Dragon feathers!" Fleamont declared. "Your mother and her sister were both adopted. You don't share a drop of blood with that woman or her family!"

"Adopted! My mother was adopted? But the headmaster…" Harry was speechless for several minutes as the portrait of his grandfather calmed and reassured him.

"Do you have a house elf?"

Shaking his head, Harry said, "I know elves at Hogwarts but we don't have any in Surrey."

"Are there any house elves who would bond with you?"

"Dobby would," Harry said and before he could speak again, the bubbly house elf appeared in the study.

"Mr. Harry Potters is home! He has founds his home at last!"

"Hello Dobby, how are you?"

The portrait watched the interaction between his grandson and the house elf; there was a remarkable connection between the two and it made the elf extremely powerful. They had a bond already for the elf to be able to find Harry behind the war wards of Potter Haven. He breathed deeply – a strange feat for a portrait – but the action allowed him to find and measure the family magic in the manor. The boy's presence for a few minutes had recharged the wards, and the protections.

"Dobby, this is my grandfather, Lord Fleamont Potter," Harry said to introduce the elf to the portrait. "Grandfather, this is my friend Dobby."

"Hello Dobby," Fleamont called as the elf danced in place with happiness.

"Harry Potter and Dead Lord Fleas both know Dobby's name! Dobby is a real elf with wizards who know his name!" the house elf declared.

"Dobby, are you my grandson's house elf?" the portrait asked.

The house elf tugged on his ears and nodded his head, "Dobby begs forgiveness but when Harry Potters frees Dobby from bad master Malfoy, Dobby must bonds to keep magic. Harry Potter be kind and Dobby not think he minds…"

"I don't mind, Dobby," Harry replied. "As long as you are happy!"

"Dobby be happy as Harry Potter's elf," the little house elf replied. "No bodies knows and Hogwarts lets Dobby stay near Harry Potter and protect him."

Fleamont smiled as his grandson and the elf talked. Then the portrait asked, "Harry, might I have your permission to ask Dobby to do something for me?"

"Sure, Grandfather," Harry answered as he looked at Dobby. The house elf turned toward the portrait as Fleamont said, "Dobby, bring Harry some tea and biscuits. He has had an exciting morning."

After Dobby popped away, Fleamont said, "Now let's look at this letter from Gringotts that started this adventure, shall we?"

Harry grinned. "Yes, Grandfather."

The boy pulled out the letter and when Dobby popped back into the room, the portrait asked to be moved closer to the floor so he could read the letter with Harry. When the elf levitated the portrait to a stand that left him at eye level, Harry could see his Grandfather's portrait as a regular sized adult.

"Why don't you read it first, Grandfather?" Harry suggested. "I don't understand a great many things in the magical world and you can explain them to me as I read it."

"Dobby hold the letter up for me," Fleamont asked as Harry ate several of the biscuits and drank some tea. He focused on the food and was surprized at his grandfather's outburst a few moments later.

"Merlin's saggy ass! Sirius Black, I don't know if you are a genius or a lazy bastard!" swore Fleamont as Harry and Dobby exchanged glances.

"What's wrong, Grandfather? Is Sirius alright? I've only met him once…"

"Only once? Hasn't your Godfather been a part of your life?"

"No," Harry replied. "He was in Azkaban for eleven years but he escaped last year."

"Why was Sirius Black in Azkaban?" thundered Fleamont.

Harry took a deep breath and answered shakily, "I'm not sure but people told me he betrayed my family to the Dark Lord. Last year, he escaped and came to Hogwarts hunting for Peter Pettigrew who betrayed my Mom and Dad to the Dark Lord. Sirius told me that he is innocent and didn't get a trial."

Fleamont seemed to be lost in thought for a long moment before he said, "Harry, I apologise if I sound bombastic but I'm not angry with you – I am angry at the whole of Magical Britain! Sirius Black could not betray your parents or you. He is your blood-adopted father and you are his heir. Magic inflicts terrible penalties on any person of magic that harms their own child!"

At this point, Dobby said, "Last year Dumbles makes all elves keep Sirius Blacks away from Harry Potters at Hogwarts. He does not want Harry Potters to speak to Sirius Blacks or goblins or any lawyers."

"What did the letter say, Grandfather?" asked Harry.

"Your godfather has been locked away in the Black family home in London and forbidden by Dumbledore from leaving the house, or speaking to you on the floo, or writing letters. Last week while the Weasleys were out buying school supplies, Sirius summoned a goblin from Gringotts. At that meeting, he designated you as 'Lord Black' rather than taking the title himself."

"No!" Harry insisted. "I don't want to be Lord Black. That will just be more problems and I can't deal with the ones that I have now!"

Fleamont frowned. "No one has taught you anything about being Heir Potter and Heir Black?"

"I don't even know what that means!"

The portrait turned to the house elf. "Dobby, go to Gringotts and find the goblin Darkest, and tell him that Heir Potter requires his attendance immediately to protect the Potter vaults. Bring him here!"

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Scene Break: Becoming Heir Potter

It was several minutes later when Dobby popped back into the study with an ancient and evil looking goblin who appeared to be very unhappy with his current location.

"Unhand me, elf! I shall make stew from your innards and use your skull for a chamber pot!" snarled the goblin at Dobby.

From his portrait, Fleamont demanded, "Darkest, you are a worthless account manager! Where are my monthly reports for the last ten years?"

The goblin froze and his eyes darted from side to side, taking in all before him. This was indeed the private study of the late Lord Fleamont Potter and the boy before him did have the magical signature of the missing Heir Potter.

"You are long dead, Fleamont Potter," the goblin replied. "I do not owe you an explanation."

"But I'm alive!" Harry announced. "Why did my grandfather tell my house elf to bring you here? Who are you?"

The goblin grinned and Harry waited to see if the display of teeth was a sign of aggression or happiness.

"Well met, young Heir Potter," the goblin replied. "I am Darkest, account manager for the Potter Family vault. During his lifetime, I found your grandfather Fleamont Potter to fair and just. Will you be the same?"

"I'll try to be," Harry agreed.

"Now, how did you override Dumbledore's commands today?" the goblin asked. "For more than ten years, I have tried to get around the headmaster's restrictions to rescue Heir Potter."

Fleamont replied, "Apparently, Sirius Black abdicated his right to the title of Lord Black in favour of his blood-adopted 'son'."

The portrait motioned toward Harry and continued, "Gringotts sent an owl to 'Heir Black' at Hogwarts and Dumbledore didn't have a ward against it like he must for 'Heir Potter'. With my grandson's elevation to be Heir Black, he must be recognized as Heir Potter also. He'll take the title of 'Lord' when he turns seventeen or decides he is ready since he is the sole surviving member of our family."

"And you want the Potter lordship to be the primary title?" the goblin asked.

"As it should be," Fleamont replied.

The goblin merely grunted before calling for a house elf; the little creature appeared after a minute and Harry noticed that the elf wore a pillowcase with the Gringotts coat of arms embroidered in the centre. The goblin gave instructions to the elf that immediately popped away before returning several minutes later with a ring box. Darkest took the box and opened it, offering a ring to Harry.

"Harry Potter, take your place as Heir Potter by placing this ring on your finger," Darkest commanded. The teenager hesitated for a moment but the goblin's next words convinced Harry to take it.

"Then only you – or your advisor," the goblin nodded toward the portrait, "can disperse funds from the vaults."

"What does this ring do?" Harry asked.

"The ring gives you the rights, obligations and privileges of Heir Potter and frees you from Dumbledore's control."

"How?" asked Harry. "The headmaster has Minister Fudge under his thumb; the professors do nothing without Dumbledore's approval; and everyone I know and see is under his control."

"Once you are 'Heir Potter', Gringotts and the Wizegamot must recognize your rights. Only you can determine where you spend your summers," Darkest said. "You will decide who gets galleons from your vaults and who can use your votes in the Wizegamot."

"The 'whats-it-got-mott'?" asked Harry as Fleamont and Darkest exchange frowns at the boy's lack of knowledge.

"Harry, I promise that I'll teach you everything I know," Fleamont said. "But you must become Heir Potter for this to happen."

Frowning, Harry placed the ring on his finger and suddenly he found new magics at his command, knowledge cataloguing in his mind, and a growing anger at Albus Dumbledore. He listened as Darkest explained about the 'guardianship for the boy-who-lived' that Dumbledore forced through the Wizegamot without reading the wills of Lord and Lady Potter.

Then Darkest explained the headmaster's thefts. "Dumbledore robbed the vault he could access for the last ten years. Most of the galleons in Lord and Lady Potter's personal vault have been syphoned off to pay for Dumbledore's robes and as living expenses to various members of his vigilante group we call the 'Flaming Chickens'."

"Who're the Flaming Chickens?" asked Harry.

"He means the 'Order of the Phoenix'," Fleamont explained. "That is his personal squad of vigilantes. How much money are we talking about?"

"Almost a quarter of a million Galleons," the goblin replied. "That would be one million Pounds Sterling, young Heir Potter."

"What is the chance of recovering the money?" asked Fleamont.

"How much money do I have left?" interrupted Harry. "Can I finish school?"

"Your school vault cannot be robbed," Darkest explained. "There are approximately eighty thousand galleons remaining in that vault. When you turned seventeen…or now since you are emancipated as Heir Potter, you have access to the business vaults which hold almost thirty million galleons, as well as all the properties and muggle investments. Your total worth is approximately one hundred-twenty million Pounds Sterling."

"You have done well with the Potter fortune, Darkest," Fleamont replied. "When I died it as only fifteen million Galleons."

"Lord James Potter was a wise man who listened to his wife and her advice on investments in the muggle world. The revolution with computers there has made your grandson one of the wealthiest wizards in Britain."

"What are 'computers'?" Fleamont asked.

"They're machines that help people with maths, writing, and communications at long distances," Harry explained. "They are changing the muggle world very quickly."

Darkest nodded, acknowledging the young heir's useful information about the muggles.

"I shall file the notice announcing Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin on Sunday." The goblin grinned, "I shall delay payment on Dumbledore's latest set of robes and return the bill to him to pay from his own vaults."

"Wait," Harry commanded. "Why did you say 'Slytherin'?"

Darkest frowned and glanced toward Lord Fleamont's portrait, "You are the next Lord Slytherin. The title and family magic were already in place before Sirius Black pushed the Black title onto your shoulders."

"I don't want people to learn about this. How do we keep people from knowing?" Harry asked.

"You don't want people to know you are Heir Potter-Black-Slytherin?" Darkest asked, the surprize evident in his voice.

"Harry?" Fleamont asked. "Why would you…"

"I don't know anything about being Heir Potter, the Blacks… or anything about the magical world except for the rumours I heard at school. I have only been to Diagon Alley twice. Mrs. Weasley did my shopping this year and she even bought me second hand robes and underwear," Harry stated in a shaky voice. His breathing was heavy and he slid from the chair to the floor.

"Darkest, what would you recommend?" asked the portrait of Harry's grandfather.

The goblin frowned and bowed, "Allow me to consult with Ragnock and the account managers for the Black and Slytherin families. I shall return in a few days with news."

"Thank you, Darkest," Harry said when Dobby appeared to take the goblin back to Gringotts.

"May your gold grow and your enemies shrivel, Heir Potter," the goblin said before Dobby popped him back to the bank.

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Fleamont remained silent as Harry sat and listened to the Potter Family magics as the Heir ring accustomed him to their power and knowledge. After many minutes, he rose from the floor and brushed off his robes.

"This has been stressful for you I am certain, Harry," Fleamont said. "But things will get better. The family magic attached to the ring will help you."

"There are many protections on the ring from portkeys and apparition," the teenager told his grandfather. "If any person attempts to lay hands on me to apparate or portkey me away without my consent, the family magic will mangle them. It will be very bloody and discourage others."

"Very good," his grandfather replied.

Harry cast the spell for the time and sighed, "I need to return to school. It's time for dinner and if no one sees me in the Great Hall, they'll come looking."

"I am very glad to have met you Harry!" Fleamont said. "Tomorrow is Saturday so come again in the morning. We shall chart a course of studies to teach you etiquette and manners."

"I'm glad we met too, Grandfather!" Harry replied.

"Wait Harry. Can I use Dobby for a few errands?" Fleamont asked.

"Sure," Harry replied without a thought and left Potter Haven through the doorway provided by the Room of Requirement.

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