Title: Rise of the Dark Lords
Rating: T for now, maybe M eventually
Summary: Harry Potter was used to bad things happening to him. So when he runs into Bellatrix Lestrange in Muggle London he knows nothing good can happen. But he was wrong, so very wrong. Secrets are revealed and Harry learns who his real friends and family are.
Important Notes: Takes place after the 4th book but AU after the third task. The Azkaban breakout happened during the second task.
Pairings: Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy/Daphne Greengrass, Tom Riddle/Bellatrix Lestrange
It will feature manipulative Dumbledore and some bad Weasley's.
Harry Potter groaned in frustration as he used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his face. He was just about finished with the gardening that his Aunt Petunia instructed him to do before his 'family' returned later that evening.
It was late June, the 27th to be exact, and still his letters were being ignored and quite frankly he was sick of it. He was sick of being treated like a child, a useless child at that. After all he was the one that saw Voldemort come back at the end the Tri-wizard Tournament. Harry frowned. The man that came from the cauldron looked nothing like the Voldemort he knew from first year and heard about. He looked like Tom Riddle from the diary, though thirty years older. It didn't make much sense seeing as Tom Riddle would be in his sixties right now. But he didn't look a day older than forty.
Harry's frown deepened. Voldemort didn't even act like the psychotic man Harry knew him to be. He seemed different. He wasn't sure how to explain it. Voldemort never used the Cruciatus Curse on him and from what he heard it was one of Voldemort's favorite spells, the other being the killing curse. When Voldemort shot the killing curse at him it was aimed five feet away. The strongest thing he had sent at him, that actually hit him that is, was a stinging hex. It was like Voldemort didn't want him to die. It seemed like Voldemort was testing his dueling skills. Harry guessed it was simply Voldemort taunting him but something was off. He got the impression Voldemort didn't want to hurt him which made no sense to him whatsoever.
The fourteen year old wizard trekked upstairs and changed out of his dirty clothes. He pulled on some clean clothes and went to the bathroom to wash his face, arms and the back of his neck. He had to get out of the house. He couldn't stand being here and knowing nothing. He had some Muggle money that he had exchanged the summer before his second year but had never gotten around to using it. He decided it was time to get new Muggle clothes. Dudley's castoffs would not work anymore. The belt he had worn to keep Dudley's pants up was ready to break and his underwear had more holes in it then Swiss cheese.
Harry washed up and stared at his reflection. His eyes were a lighter green than they were the day before. They no longer looked as bright as the killing curse. Flecks of violet could be seen if he looked close enough. He noticed his hair was different too. It was still jet black but was not as messy. It was starting to straighten out and had a slight curl to it and was longer. Even his skin was different, he was paler despite the time he spent out in the sun.
Harry frowned, it seemed like he was frowning a lot lately. Was this supposed to happen? His dad's hair was always the same, no matter which picture of him he saw. Harry wondered if he should owl Sirius or even Professor Lupin, maybe they would have an idea as to why his appearance was starting to change. Perhaps it was the influence of his mother? Harry shook the thought away. He already owed Sirius once this summer and no reply came. He wasn't even sure if Sirius got the letter.
Sighing Harry flattened his hair to the best of his abilitiy with some of Dudley's hair gel. It wasn't enough for his cousin to notice but enough for him to control his hair to an extent. Satisfied with his appearance and knowing it wasn't going to get much better Harry left his aunt and uncle's house after first making sure he had his wand and money.
He walked down Privet Drive, until he found a taxi to take him to London. When he got into town he went straight to a store to get new trainers as his were falling apart. He purchased a new pair of socks as well. After he left the shop he changed into the new socks and his new trainers and trashed the old ones.
He started walking down the road, looking for a store to buy new jeans. He had finally found a store and was walking toward it when he got this feeling someone was following him. Harry turned off into an alleyway and waited. It didn't take long for a woman to glide into the alleyway after him.
Harry moved out of his hiding space behind the dumpster and aimed his wand at the woman. "Why are you following me?" Harry demanded.
"Hadrian," the woman breathed. "You're all grown up." Harry froze. He recognized her from a memory in Dumbledore's Pensive but he didn't understand why she called him Hadrian and why she wasn't hurting him, or grabbing him and taking him to Voldemort.
"I know you," Harry said slowly. His wand never moved from its spot between her eyes even though he knew he would never win in a duel against her. "You're Bellatrix Lestrange."
Bellatrix's face twisted in disgust at the mention of Lestrange. "Do not call me by that vile name," Bellatrix hissed, her eye's narrowing. She hated when people called her Lestrange. After all these year's people still assumed she was married to Rodolphus.
"But that's your name," Harry said confused. His wand lowered a fraction of an inch.
"No Hadrian it isn't," Bellatrix said shaking her head.
"Why are you calling me Hadrian?" Harry asked. "And why aren't you trying to kill me or take me to Voldemort."
Bellatrix's violet eye's darkened in anger. "I will take you to Tom eventually but today is not the day," Bellatrix said honestly. Harry's jaw dropped as he stared at the dark witch. She called him Tom, no Death Eater called Voldemort by his name. He was under the impression none of the Death Eater's knew his birth name. "You look famished Hadrian, come with me I will feed you."
She stared at him for another minute before pointing her wand at him. She mumbled a few spells before he could open his mouth. Harry waited for the pain but none came. Confused he looked down at his body and saw his clothing had been transfigured into black slacks and a green silk button up shirt. He was even clean. His hair was straightened and slicked back, similar to Draco Malfoy's but without all the gel. If anyone had seen him they would have said he looked like a young Tom Riddle instead of a young James Potter.
Harry slipped his wand back into his pocket and followed the Death Eater though he didn't understand why. This woman was, by far, one of the strongest, most dangerous and psychotic witches in the wizarding world yet here she was, acting completely sane and dare he think it, nice. He had this feeling she meant him no harm, at least at this moment, as she helped him with his appearance. But he couldn't help but wonder if she was giving him a last meal before his death.
"Why do you keep calling me Hadrian?" Harry asked again. He was amazed that Bellatrix Lestrange, no not Lestrange, he tried to remember her family history, Black that was it. He was amazed Bellatrix Black knew something, actually anything, about Muggle London.
"In here," Bellatrix said, holding open the door to a Muggle restaurant. "You need to eat. I'm betting those bloody Muggles don't feed you properly as you look far too skinny. Not even James Potter was as skinny as you." Harry wondered if Bellatrix knew she was sounding like Molly Weasley. He valued his life far too much to mention that to her though.
Harry was hesitant to walk into the restaurant. While Bellatrix was being nice to him now he wouldn't put it past her to kill him in the restaurant, it's not like she would care about murdering dozens of Muggles in the process. He sighed and walked in, his hunger outweighing the possibility and probability of death. "I won't hurt you Hadrian," Bellatrix said softly. "I know you're worried about that but I swear on my magic I won't intentionally harm you."
Harry said nothing while they sat down and ordered drinks. When the waitress sat down a basket of bread in front of them Harry immediately grabbed a piece and started nibbling it. He couldn't eat too fast or else he would be sick. If nothing else he would at least have that piece of bread to hold him over, hopefully, assuming he didn't die.
"Merlin's beard," Bellatrix hissed angrily. "They really did starve you." Harry blushed and looked down. "Hadrian, I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at those damned muggles."
"Why aren't you trying to kill me?" Harry whispered so the table next to them wouldn't hear. "Better yet why did you voluntarily come to a Muggle restaurant?"
"Two reasons," Bellatrix said ignoring his first question for now. "One I am a wanted criminal and a known Death Eater. There's no use denying it and I know you know. And it's not like you and I can be seen together in Diagon Alley. Two, it was the closest place and you look like you really need to eat."
Bellatrix did have a point, Harry concluded. The waitress came and took their orders. Harry had never been to a restaurant before and pointed to a random item on the menu. "Are you going to tell me why you call me Hadrian?"
"I will," Bellatrix promised. "But not right now, right now there are other things to deal with."
"Like what?" Harry wanted to know.
"Like you need to go to Gringotts when we finish here," Bellatrix informed him.
"Why Gringotts?" Harry asked confused. "I have enough money with me to buy books and stuff for next term."
Bellatrix sighed. "How many times have you been to Gringotts?" she questioned. There was going to be hell to pay if her hunch was right. It wasn't like she cared about the Potter money, because she didn't. It was all the manipulations and deceit she was concerned about.
Harry thought back, trying to remember. "Twice," he finally answered. "Once before my first year and once before my second year."
Harry watched as Bellatrix got angry. "How did you get money last year and before your third year?" she demanded.
"Um, after second year it was the Minister who gave me money and last year I gave my key to Molly Weasley since I was going to the Quidditch World Cup," Harry answered. He frowned. "I still haven't gotten it back."
Bellatrix groaned as their food arrived. It seemed her hunch had been proven right. Fudge wasn't the problem. "Hadrian, you never give anyone your key unless they are family and even then it is best you don't give out your key." It wasn't Fudge she was worried about. Even he wasn't stupid enough to try and steal from the Boy-Who-Lived.
"But the Weasley's are my family," Harry argued.
"No, they most certainly are not," Bellatrix countered, disgusted at the thought. She hated that they were distantly related. "Have you ever wondered why the Weasley's are so poor? Most pureblood families in our world are unbelievably wealthy, except for them. The others may not have the wealth of the Malfoy's, Black's, Greengrass', Bones', Longbottom's or Potter's but they are still very well off."
"I wondered," Harry mumbled. "I figured it was because they had so many children."
Bellatrix snorted. "That is part of it," she agreed. "Most pureblood family only have one child, two at the most and that's usually because they had a girl the first time. My parents had three which was very uncommon. The Weasley's are known for having an excessive amount of kids."
"What's the point of this?" Harry questioned.
"My point is there is a reason the Weasley's are so poor," Bellatrix said. "Arthur Weasley's father Septimus Weasley was arrested for trying to extort money from other pureblood families. He had help from Samantha Prewett, the mother of Molly Weasley. It seems the Prewett's had a long history of theft and taught their daughter the same. One of their intended victim's was Charlus Potter, the father of James Potter but Dorea Black, Charlus' wife, figured out their plan and ruined them because of it."
"So you think Mrs. Weasley has been stealing from me?" Harry asked for clarification. He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. Mrs. Weasley was the closest thing he had to a mother, even if she was overbearing and overprotective to the extreme.
"I can almost guarantee it," Bellatrix said. "That's one of the reasons you need to go to Gringotts."
"What is the other reason?" Harry asked. He wasn't sure if he believed Bellatrix. Sure he believed something strange was going on, why else would Bellatrix Black be here and not try to kill him? But to believe the closest person he had to a mother was stealing from him, that he couldn't believe but he would play along until he could understand why she was doing what she was doing. He wanted proof before he condemned Mrs. Weasley.
"I want you to take an inheritance test," Bellatrix announced. "But I don't want you to look at the results right away. Bring it back to me before looking. I will rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron, under a glamour of course, and wait for you."
"Why would I want to take an inheritance test?" Harry asked confused. "I already know who my parents are." Bellatrix's eyes darkened in anger. It took every bit of self-control she had not to yell at him and tell him he was wrong. But she couldn't do it. It would do more harm than good.
"That may be true but it will tell you other families you are descended from," Bellatrix said, quickly putting her mask up. "It's rumoured that the Potter's are related to Godric Gryffindor. With this test you would be able to claim that relation if it's proven true." It was a true rumour and she knew it would be enough to convince him.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Harry questioned. He still couldn't understand it.
"What do you know about me?" Bellatrix countered.
Harry shrugged. "Not much just that you went to Azkaban for torturing the Longbottom's and claimed Voldemort would reward you for being his most loyal follower. I was under the impression you were insane but I guess I was wrong."
"What makes you think I said anything about being rewarded before I went to Azkaban?" Bellatrix asked confused. She remembered arguing with Crouch, saying she was not involved in the torture of the Longbottom's but Crouch ignored her. It was well known that she was a Death Eater and nothing she said or did would stop Crouch from sending her to Azkaban.
"I saw it in a Pensive," Harry replied. He made a mental note to try and buy a Pensive in the future. "You were arrested along with Barty Crouch Jr., Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange."
Bellatrix frowned. "I was never arrested with them." It was true. She was arrested after they were already in a holding cell in Azkaban. "In fact I took no part in the torture of the Longbottom's. Whose Pensive did you see this in?"
"Professor Dumbledore's," Harry answered. He watched as Bellatrix's pale face turned red with anger. It reminded him of Uncle Vernon only the anger wasn't directed at him.
"Have you ever used a Pensive before Hadrian?" Bellatrix questioned. Harry shook his head. "So you wouldn't know if the memory has been tampered with. Dumbledore is powerful enough to alter memories and most people wouldn't realize that."
"Why would Dumbledore do that?" Harry asked. He couldn't imagine his Headmaster purposely trying fake information. "And if you weren't a part of that then where were you?"
"I was babysitting Draco," Bellatrix said. "The Aurors came and arrested me while I was with Draco. Thankfully they allowed me to send a house elf to fetch Cissa." Harry was confused. "My sister, Narcissa Malfoy."
Harry nodded in understanding and looked at his empty plate. He was still hungry. After spending almost a month with his Aunt and Uncle he was starting to feel the effects of his constant starvation.
"Still hungry Hadrian?" Bellatrix questioned, carefully watching the boy.
Harry nodded. He was slowly starting to get used to being called Hadrian or at least getting used to Bellatrix calling him Hadrian. He had to admit he liked the name better than Harry. It was more sophisticated. It was the name of an adult, someone to be respected and not treated like a child.
Bellatrix waved the waitress over. "Can I get you something else?" the girl asked.
Harry ordered another entrée, claiming that he was still hungry from a rough workout earlier. The waitress nodded and left. She was used to teenage boys eating a lot. "I never imagined you would be sitting here with Muggles and you never once went for your wand," Harry commented. The waitress brought another basket of bread to tide Harry over until his food came.
"It's no secret I don't like Muggles," Bellatrix said while Harry chewed. "However they have some uses. For instance, feeding a teenage boy that has been starved by his relatives. I will admit I don't have any problem with killing them but even I know when the right moment for that is. Like I said they occasionally have their uses."
"So you don't kill Muggles for fun?" Harry questioned, not quite believing it.
"Not exactly," Bellatrix said. Trying to explain this to him was harder than she thought. She needed him to understand. "We still kill them, mainly for spell practice but we don't kill every single Muggle we see. We know how to pick and choose."
"That's reassuring," Harry muttered sarcastically.
Bellatrix ignored his comment and they sat silently waiting for his food to come. When it did Harry immediately thanked the waitress. "Ms. Black," Harry said suddenly.
Bellatrix looked at him. She didn't like being called Ms. Black but it was a hell of a lot better than Lestrange. "Yes Hadrian," Bellatrix said.
"Do you have any Muggle money to pay for this?" Harry questioned.
"Yes," Bellatrix said pulling out several pounds. "I made sure I had some before finding you."
Harry didn't ask where the money came from. He didn't want to know. "You were looking for me?" Harry questioned. He still didn't get it.
"Of course Hadrian," Bellatrix said. She realized he didn't know the truth but this was still difficult for her. She had hoped he knew and was waiting for her. A ridiculous hope, she knew, but a hope none the less. It was what kept her going the last fourteen years. "I knew I would never find you at your Muggle relative's house so I waited until you left and I followed you."
"How did you know where my relative's lived?" Harry asked confused.
"It's not hard to figure out," Bellatrix said. "You can find out almost anything if you go to the right place. It helps that Tom placed a tracking spell on you during that duel."
Harry choked on his pasta. "What?" he cried. Now Voldemort could find him anywhere.
"Relax Hadrian," Bellatrix said, patting his back. "Tom will remove the tracker when you see him. It was only put on so I could find you when you finally left the Muggles house."
The check came and Bellatrix handed the Muggle waitress money without looking at the bill or the girl. "Come," Bellatrix instructed standing up.
Harry followed her out of the restaurant and into the alleyway they had met in. She pulled out her wand and changed her appearance. She now had straight blonde hair, like her sister Narcissa, tan skin, a more plump face and body, and light brown eyes. "Your turn," she said, pointing her wand at Harry.
He took a deep breath before nodding. He felt his hair change length as Bellatrix walked around him and fixed his appearance so he wouldn't be recognized. "All done," she said after a few minutes. She transfigured a rock into a small mirror and handed it to Harry.
Harry gasped at his appearance. He had spiky blonde hair, like what Bellatrix now had, blue eyes, his scar was gone and he was well muscled. He looked nothing like his parents and would easily be able to get around Diagon Alley without being recognized. He touched his forehead. His scar was gone. "I couldn't allow you to go to Diagon Alley with your scar now could I?"
Harry grinned sheepishly. "I didn't think it could be removed," he admitted.
"It's not permanent," Bellatrix warned him. "But it will last long enough to get into Gringotts. The Goblins will be able to see through it and I'm sure they will remove the glamour however before you leave ask them to reapply it. Otherwise you will be recognized."
She offered her hand to Harry and he stared at it. It was one thing to trust Bellatrix Black in a Muggle neighborhood but to voluntarily go somewhere with her… he wasn't sure that was a good idea. That and he had no idea how they were going to get to Diagon Alley. "Still don't trust me?" Bellatrix questioned though it wasn't much of a question. She could see it in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "You been nice to me but—"
"But you're unsure if I can be trusted," she finished. Harry nodded. "Would you like me to make you a magical oath to never harm you? Because if that's what it takes then I will do it."
Harry looked embarrassed. "I, uh, I don't know what a magical oath is," he admitted, looking at the ground.
"Damn him," Bellatrix hissed quietly so Harry couldn't hear. "A magical oath is basically a promise to do, or not to do something," Bellatrix explained. "When someone gives a magical oath they swear on their magic and/or life. If they break the vow they lose their magic or die, sometimes both but that's really a moot point."
Harry's eyes widened as he realized what exactly Bellatrix meant and what she was offering him. She was willing to put her life and magic on the line to convince him she didn't want to hurt him. It could have been a trick but why would Bellatrix risk it? It seemed too elaborate, too dangerous for this to be a trick. If he agreed then Bellatrix would be royally screwed. No, it couldn't be a trick.
"Will you come with me now?" Bellatrix asked slightly impatient. She understood Harry's reluctance but they were wasting time.
Harry sighed and took her hand. He wasn't sure how they were getting to Gringotts but apparently Bellatrix knew.
As soon as he touched her he felt weird, like he was being pushed through a straw. It was uncomfortable and he wished he would never feel like this again. He closed his eyes and wished the uncomfortable feeling would disappear.
When Harry finally touched the ground again they were in the alleyway next to the Leaky Cauldron. He closed his eyes trying to ignore the nausea he was feeling. "Come Hadrian," Bellatrix instructed.
Harry followed Bellatrix into the Leaky Cauldron. No one looked at him. No one stared or pointed at him. He was completely normal. Today was possibly the best day of Harry's life. "Go on to Gringotts," Bellatrix whispered to Harry. She didn't want anyone recognizing her voice; voices couldn't be changed with glamours. She had to speak quietly until she found a more private location to talk. "I will be getting a room here. Just ask Tom what room I'm in when you come back."
Harry nodded and went to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. He tapped the proper bricks and entered Diagon Alley.
He wished he had his letter as he walked through the alley towards Gringotts. He could get all his shopping done while he wore his glamour and no one would notice him.
As he got to the doors of Gringotts he decided to go to Flourish and Blotts when he finished here depending on how much time it took him to get what he needed done. He wanted to get some books on things he was interested in and things he should, apparently know, like the Weasley family history. He wanted to know if what Bellatrix told him had been true.
"Excuse me," Harry said politely. During lunch Bellatrix made sure to teach him how to properly deal with goblins, always be polite but firm and if you can't get what you want by being polite then offer money. The goblin looked up and Harry instantly recognized him. "Hello Griphook," Harry said.
Griphook stared at Harry in shock. "You know who I am Mr. Potter?" Griphook asked quietly enough to not alert the other customers to Harry's presence. Harry nodded.
Harry was confused. "You can tell it's me?"
"Goblins can see through most glamours," Griphook explained. "Can I help you with something?"
"I need to speak to my account manager," Harry said repeating what Bellatrix told him to say.
Griphook frowned; at least that's what Harry thought he was doing. "You're account manager was fired Mr. Potter," Griphook said slowly. Harry had a feeling he was missing something.
"What?" Harry questioned. Bellatrix hadn't mentioned this happening then again she might not have known this would happen.
"Follow me please," Griphook requested climbing off his stool.
Harry followed him to an empty room in the back of Gringotts. "Wait here," Griphook instructed before leaving.
Harry waited for five minutes before Griphook came back with another goblin. "Mr. Potter," the goblin greeted. "I am Ragnok, head of Gringotts bank."
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Ragnok," Harry said offering his hand to the goblin. Bellatrix had told him the best way to earn their respect was to treat them like equals. It seemed she was right.
"You may call me Ragnok," Ragnok said.
"And you can call me Harry," Harry said. He sat down after Griphook and Ragnok were seated.
"Now Griphook has come to me with some disturbing information," Ragnok began. "First and foremost your account manager, he was fired shortly after your first trip to Gringotts before your first year at Hogwarts. It was told that you no longer liked how he was investing your money and you did not trust him to do his job."
Harry was pissed. He didn't approve any of this, let alone know about it and the fact that he had to learn about his from Bellatrix Black made it even worse. "Who was my account manager?" Harry asked. He was going to ask Ragnok bring him here so he could personally apologize and offer the goblin his job back.
"I was Mr. Potter," Griphook said.
"Please call me Harry," Harry said turning his attention to Griphook. "Griphook on behalf of the Potter family I would like to offer my deepest apologizes. I had no idea I had an account manager let alone the fact that they were fired."
Griphook was taken aback by the apology but nodded his acceptance. "All is forgiven Harry," Griphook assured him. "I had a feeling you were unaware of your standing when you came with Hagrid before your first year. Normally someone in your position would request a meeting with me. When I suggested this to Hagrid he immediately dismissed it saying you didn't have time."
"Is there a way to rehire Griphook?" Harry questioned Ragnok.
"Of course Harry," Ragnok said.
"I would also like to give Griphook a bonus to make up for the last few years," Harry added.
"That can be easily taken care of," Ragnok said. "I'm assuming you would like to visit your vaults before you leave today. You can take out the money then."
Harry frowned. "Vaults?" he questioned perplexed.
"You don't know about your other vaults?" Ragnok questioned angrily. Harry shook his head and Ragnok turned to Griphook. "Get the Potter file. I want any and all information regarding the Potter accounts now."
"Did I say something wrong?" Harry asked unsure of why Ragnok would be so angry.
"You did nothing wrong Harry," Ragnok assured him. "You have two vaults, your trust vault and the Potter family vault. Your trust vault was made by your parents shortly after you were born. Every year 10,000 Galleons is added to it from your family vault. The problem is more than the yearly 10,000 Galleons are coming out of your family vault. Add to the fact that you didn't even know about your family vault, well it's safe to say it's not you doing it."
"Can I get a copy of all those records?" Harry questioned. "A, friend, asked me to get my account records because she had a feeling something was wrong since I hadn't had any messages sent to me."
"Your friend is smart," Ragnok said. "Is there anything else you need done today?"
"She asked me to get an inheritance test done," Harry said. "But not to look at the results until I got back to her."
Ragnok thought it was a strange request but agreed. There was only one reason he could think of for Harry's friend to want to read his results with her. "We can get that done now while we wait for Griphook," he said, summoning what he needed.
"That is fine with me," Harry agreed. "It will save you some of your valuable time."
"This is a special piece of parchment," Ragnok said placing it in front of Harry. "A few drops of your blood and it will tell you your family history, parents, siblings, families you're descended from. If you drop the blood on it I can seal the parchment until you are ready to view it."
Ragnok handed Harry a small knife so he could prick his finger. After the tenth drop of blood Ragnok pulled the parchment away from him. "This will be more than enough," he assured Harry, sealing the parchment with the Gringotts seal and setting it aside.
Griphook returned several minutes later with the documents in hand. Griphook spoke to Ragnok in another language. Harry assumed it was their native tongue as it was the only thing that made sense. Their conversation was cut short when Ragnok banged his fist against the table.
Harry jumped at the sound. He glanced at Ragnok warily. He didn't like when people, or goblins in this case, were angry because the anger was usually directed at him. "My apologies Harry," Ragnok said. "I shouldn't have lost my temper."
"Is everything alright?" Harry questioned, trying not to sound too nervous.
"Several hundred thousand galleons have gone missing from your family vault. We don't know the exact amount yet," Ragnok explained. "Your trust vault seems to have some missing money too, tell me how much would you guess you have withdrawn from your trust vault?"
Harry furrowed his brow in concentration. He didn't remember. "Two maybe three hundred galleons," Harry finally answered. "I've only been to Gringotts twice, when I was eleven and when I was twelve."
Ragnok's eyes narrowed. "Do you have your key Harry?" he asked.
Harry shook his head. "I got my key when Hagrid brought me here for the first time and I gave it to Mrs. Weasley last summer so she could buy my things while I was at the Quidditch World Cup."
"Ah the Quidditch World Cup," Ragnok said scanning Harry's financial records. "You bought ten tickets to that last summer."
"What?" Harry yelled in shock. "No, Mr. Weasley said the tickets were a gift from Ludo Bagman. I never bought any."
Ragnok passed the sheet of paper to Harry. "We didn't sit in the Top Box," Harry muttered after managing to decipher the records. Now he understood why Bellatrix said to bring them to her. She could read this while he was struggling. "What's the price difference between the mid area and the Top Box?"
"For the ten tickets purchased around 2,000 galleons," Ragnok said and Harry's eyes widened. "I will add this to the list of discrepancy's on your account."
"Do you know who bought these tickets?" Harry questioned.
"Our records indicate Molly Weasley showed up to Gringotts with your key," Ragnok said. "She pulled out enough galleons for the tickets and your school things."
"I gave Mrs. Weasley my key the day before we left for the World Cup," Harry said.
"Perhaps she paid for the tickets with her own money and then reimbursed herself when she got your key," Ragnok suggested. "We may never know, however we do know the money was taken out of your vault for the tickets."
"Can I get my money back?" Harry questioned. It wasn't that he cared about money, from what he read he had more than enough to survive on, but it was the principal of the thing. He didn't want to believe Mrs. Weasley would do something like this to him but the evidence was right in front of him. How could he be so stupid? Even Bellatrix knew what was going on.
"Griphook and I will be doing a thorough investigation as to what exactly happened," Ragnok said. "We will find out who took money from you, how much and where it went. Once we get those results we will owl you and you can look and decide what actions you want to take."
"Your friend will be able to give you an idea of what you can do," Griphook added.
"Do you need anything else Harry?" Ragnok asked.
"No thank you Ragnok," Harry said. "I appreciate your time and everything you have done for me."
"Not a problem Harry," Ragnok said. "We are happy to help. Come back to Gringotts next summer and you can claim your position as Head of the Potter Family. A reminder, you cannot take anything from your family vault however you may look around."
Griphook took Harry to his trust vault, after magically shrinking the paperwork so it fit in his pocket. Harry didn't need much money but decided it would be best to take some extra just in case. "Here," Griphook said, shaking his head as he watched Harry shove galleons into his pockets. He handed a pouch to Harry. "Ragnok requested I give this to you, free of charge, to help make up for our mistakes. It's a bottomless and weightless money bag. You could stick the entire contents of your vault in here and you would feel nothing."
"Thank you," Harry said gratefully. The weight of the money was causing his pants to droop even more than normal. He wasn't sure they would stay up if he had to store his money in there. He placed what was left of the wallet he took from Dudley's second bedroom into the pouch before sealing it and sticking it into his pocket.
Once he got the money he needed for some books he grabbed an extra two hundred galleons and handed them to Griphook. "I hope this makes up for your firing," Harry said.
"Thank you Harry," Griphook said, sticking the money into his own pouch.
Harry skipped the trip to his family vault. He figured since he couldn't take anything there wasn't a point of going there yet. "Griphook," Harry said before the two parted. Griphook looked up. "Who was responsible for firing you?"
"I'm not sure Harry," he said thoughtfully. "My guess is your magical guardian as they are the only capable of making decisions for you. I will have Ragnok look into that for you."
The trip to Gringotts had taken a little longer than Harry anticipated but Harry still went to Flourish and Blotts and grabbed a few books on the different pureblood families as well as a book on Ancient Runes, he had flipped through Hermione's book a few times and wished he had taken the class instead of Divination. He also grabbed a book on dueling, magical creatures, magical creatures were fascinating to him, and the section on Dark Arts caught his eye so he grabbed an Introduction to Dark Arts book.
He told himself the best plan was to fight fire with fire. His plan was to fight the Dark Arts with the Dark Arts, or that's what he told himself. If anyone asked he would deny his interest in them. He wondered why they were so appealing to people, Tom, Snape and the rest of the Death Eaters. He wanted to know why Wormtail would turn his back on his friends for the Dark Side and why he had survived that night.
Once he paid twenty galleons for all the books, the shopkeeper hand shrunken his purchases so he could place them in his pocket, he headed back to the Leaky Calderon so he didn't keep Bellatrix waiting. Harry walked up to Tom. "Hello young man," Tom said recognizing the young boy from earlier. "Your mother is in room 15."
Harry thanked him and purchased two bottles of butterbeer before heading up the steps. He knocked on the door and waited. "Good you are back," Bellatrix said pulling the door open. She ushered him in and closed the door behind him.
Harry noticed she looked like herself again and with the wave of her wand Harry too looked like himself again. "I have warded this room so well that no one will know it's us in here," she said. Harry handed a bottle of butterbeer. "Thank you Hadrian." She was touched by his thoughtfulness.
They sipped their drinks a few times before Harry pulled out the pouch with his money, his shrunken books and the shrunken paperwork. He tapped the books with his wand and they immediately returned to normal size. "I see you went shopping," Bellatrix commented.
She was slightly disappointed he went shopping without her but not angry. She would bring him back to Diagon Alley some other time. She flipped through the books he bought and was impressed. "Yeah," Harry replied, debating on which he should read first.
"Introduction to Dark Arts," she read. "I'm impressed Hadrian."
Harry blushed. Very rarely has anyone ever said they were impressed by something he did. "Thanks," he muttered looking down. "I thought maybe it would help."
Bellatrix nodded in approval. "It is always good to have a good understanding of multiple subjects, including the Dark Arts. Remember Hadrian studying the Dark Arts doesn't mean you have to use them and it doesn't automatically make you evil. Magic is mostly based on intent."
Harry tapped the paperwork with his wand. "I got what you wanted," he said pushing it toward Bellatrix.
Bellatrix sat the papers aside for now. She wanted to figure out what he knew before he went over his inheritance test. "Before we start I have a gift for you," she said. She pulled a book out of her pocket and tapped it with her wand. She passed it over to him. "You should read at least one chapter an evening."
"Introduction to Occlumency," Harry read. "What is Occlumency?"
Bellatrix sighed. She really should have seen this coming. "Occlumency is the ability to protect your mind, your thoughts. Legilimency is the ability to access your memories. Can I ask you something Hadrian?"
Harry agreed. "Have you ever wondered how you survived the killing curse?" Harry nodded. "Do you have any theories?"
"Professor Dumbledore said it was because my mother died for me," Harry said. As he said the words he was having a hard time believing them. "Her sacrifice saved me."
Bellatrix worked hard to keep her expression neutral but on the inside she was screaming at Dumbledore. When Tom allowed her the chance she was going to enjoy killing him. While she was upset Hadrian called Lily Potter his mother she couldn't be too upset at him. He didn't know any better.
"Dumbledore lied to you Hadrian," Bellatrix said. She internally scoffed at Dumbledore. Was that really the best he could come up with? She shouldn't be surprised. Dumbledore wasn't known for telling the truth and with Hadrian growing up in the Muggle world it wasn't as if he knew any better.
"What do you mean?" Harry said confused. Why would Dumbledore lie to him?
"Hadrian," Bellatrix said sighing, if he grown up in the magical world like he was supposed to he would have known all this and she wouldn't have to explain it to him. He would have known Dumbledore couldn't be trusted. "Do you think you are the first child to be attacked during the war? Do you think Lily and James Potter were the first people to die for a child?"
"No," Harry muttered, missing the fact that Bellatrix said 'a child' and not 'their child.' He was thinking the same thing when Bellatrix brought up the questions.
Bellatrix nodded in approval. "Lily and James were certainly not the first to sacrifice themselves. Love is a powerful thing but even it isn't enough to save someone from the killing curse. How much do you know about family magic's?"
"Nothing," Harry confessed, taking another sip of butterbeer. He wasn't aware there was such thing as family magic.
"Certain pureblood families have special magic within them," Bellatrix explained. "It's used to keep the peace between family members. The magic's themselves work mainly on immediate family, such as parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins, depending on the family. For example, the Potters, their family magic protect them by making it impossible for one member to attack another member with Dark Magic, or the Unforgivables."
Harry sat quietly, fascinated by the new information about his family. "The Black family is similarly protected," Bellatrix continued. "Family magic prevents us from killing another member of the Black family. After about two generations it no longer applies, such as second and third cousins."
"The same is true for Slytherin's family, and most likely all the Founding Families," Bellatrix informed him, getting closer to what she wanted to reveal. "Members of the Slytherin family are unable to harm or kill another member, doing so is a forfeit of their own life."
Harry sat up straighter at the mention of the Slytherin family. Voldemort was the only member left but what Bellatrix said made it sound like family magic is what saved him that night. "Before we continue on there is something I need to tell you," she said softly. Harry looked up at Bellatrix. "My name is not Bellatrix Black like you think. It is Bellatrix Riddle."
Harry's eyes widened in shock and horror, "you're married to Voldemort."
"I'm married to Tom Riddle," Bellatrix corrected. Technically it was the same thing but to her the man she married and the man everyone feared were two different people. Tom was the handsome man that had the biggest smile on his face when they got married and Voldemort was the snake faced man that tortured his followers when they messed up.
"Why are you telling me about family magic?" Harry wanted to know. "It's interesting and all but I don't see the point."
"I'm telling you this but I want you to know the truth," Bellatrix said honestly. "I want you to know that it wasn't Lily Potter's sacrifice that saved you. You were saved by family magic, Slytherin family magic to be exact. Tom's curse backfired because his magic recognized you as a member of the Slytherin family and that magic protected you."
Harry frowned. "But that would mean…" he trailed off. He couldn't say the words out loud. It was too horrible to contemplate.
Bellatrix grabbed the inheritance test results and handed it to Harry. "Open this Hadrian," she instructed.
Harry hesitantly took it and broke the Gringotts seal. One look at the results had him panicking. This couldn't be happening. He was still stuck on the name, his name but it wasn't actually his name.
Name: Hadrian Salazar Riddle
Birthday: August 17th, 1980
Parents: Tom Marvolo Riddle, Bellatrix Druella Riddle (nee Black)
Siblings: twin sister, Hermione Bellatrix Riddle
Heir to: Black, Gaunt and Slytherin families
Magical heir to: Potter family