A/N: I have been away for some time due to a lot of reasons. Firstly, the majority of my unfinished but posted works were taken down due to my laptop's hard-drive crashing several months ago and wiping most; if not nearly all my files from it.

I have reclaimed many of them and are quite assured they are untouched by corruption or a virus, but there is no telling when I will be able to begin the process of re-posting them. I want to do an overhaul of them and revamp many of the pre-existing documents.

So, in the meantime, I have come up with this story that will hopefully please both new readers and some of the people who read my works before.

Warning: This is a slash story, meaning there is at least one pairing where both genders are male and in a consensual and active sexual relationship. If this bothers you; please turn back the page. This work will also be rated M for Mature readers for safety. Some scenes may border on NC-17, but it is unlikely. Other than this, there will be use of foul language and sexual innuendo, violence, mentions of rape and other assorted themes.

Please note that I do not advocate domestic violence and/or rape. They are serious and most heinous acts against anyone. But, they're also topics that are sorely not discussed even if they should be. I prefer to be open and honest in my writing. While these subjects do tend to offend people, it will not prevent me from writing them nor using them to advocate the seriousness of how atrocious they are. It may not appear this way; not at first, as this is a new story, but I warn any reader now to be cautious of how far you think you can read.

Chapter 1: New Resolve

It had been four years since he had graduated Hogwarts with high honors and then was swept away for training by only few who were in the know. Four years that had changed him; mentally, emotionally, physically and more. He did not often reminisce about those days, as they more and more frequently served to anger him. He had known from early on that he needed to be wary of those he became close to; even at eleven before he had ever set a foothold into the school. He had never trusted adults much due to how he was reared, and then when he was brought back into the magical world; his own world flipped upside down and inside out.

He had thought that he knew who was friend and who was foe by now…but, that seemed to be false. His whole life seemed to be attracted to attention and danger. At twenty-one, he longed for a time of peace and he was about to ensure it. But his way to ensure peace would no doubt get the ire of many who he once trusted. They would fight it and and die for it if necessary.

Standing at nearly 5 feet and 11 inches tall with a lean frame meant for dueling, Lord Harry James Potter-Black was an intimidating figure to most. His magic resonated outside his body and all knew his power now. Sadly, the wizard world was about to know his fury from it too. He was about to teach those who used people the consequences of that.

He sat before the fire of Potter Manor's study and held a glass of wine in one hand as the other held a parchment letter. It was old and dated, but he knew it to be important. And it had been; more than he ever thought was possible.

Our son,

Harry…there are so many things that your father and I wish to put into this letter for you to know of. So many things that both your father and I wish we could tell you in person. However, by the time you read this; we will have been long gone from your life and you will have grown into an adult.

If I have estimated correctly on the time delay spell I used, you will now be in your early twenties. I wish we could have had you open this sooner, but…it is what it is. Harry, you know by now of your place in the wizard world. A place you may hate and object to. I do not blame you, and know that had James and I survived; we would have shielded you from the press and so much more for the fame you hold.

But you should know that your place was preordained by Fate and Mother Magic. I had the gift of the Sight. I saw our demise and your role to the world after our deaths. Of Albus and his Order's betrayal to our wishes for you. Even though we are no longer there to guide you…we wish you to know that we would like you to be strong and grow into a wizard who respects his powers. To use your fame as respectably as you can and do what you must to ensure you live to full happiness.

But this letter is not to make you feel guilt or sadness. It is for warning you. I do not know how much of me has been told to you. As I mentioned above, I was a gifted Seer and I foresaw our demise long before the prophecy was given to us after you were mere hours old. James and I tried to avert it, but we failed.

In the days after we were told of it; I had several visions of the future. Of the war and of life after it. Our Heir…do not trust Albus to care for you and your estates. He has been scheming for decades to ensure he has a hold to it and he cannot be allowed. James and I did not wish to believe it; not at first, but things changed so quickly after he heard you speaking parseltongue as a toddler.

Yes, your gift was not from whatever happens when he attacks. It was born within you. James thinks it must be from the old Peverell blood in his line. We do not know. You will command magic like no other in recent times and be on par with the one who you are supposed to defeat. You have the potential to awaken the old blood and you must in order to protect yourself.

Harry, our precious boy, know that no matter what you do; James and I will always love you as our son. Even if you must turn to the Dark for aid and to avert prophecy; we will always love you. Trust your magic to guide you and your instincts; they will not fail you. We have no hold on you and your life, so know that your choices will never make us see you as anything less than our son.

Love,

Mum and Dad

His eyes had read this letter more than ten times by now over the last week. He did not know what to believe. He wanted to think of the Headmaster and himself as reconciled, but the letter had once more brought questions he had buried. Questions that had remained there even after the death of Albus Dumbledore. Now, he questioned again and knew some were continuing what Albus began. He did not know who, but he would find out and he would exact his revenge to those who had hurt and used him.

"Dobby." He said softly

The small house-elf who had helped him years ago popped in and bowed, "Master Harry?"

Harry stood tall and with his shoulders straight, "I am heading to Gringotts Bank to verify some information I received. After I leave here, I want you to disconnect all of the floo channels besides this one. I want this one to remain open to me only and any guests I may bring back. Just so you know, one of them might be Lucius Malfoy."

Dobby nodded, "Master is kind for telling Dobby this. Is there anything else?"

Harry considered, "I want you to begin to thoroughly check any mail for me for things like compulsions and love potions as well as unauthorized port-keys and dangerous magic. The news I received leads me to think there are some who plot to take my estates. Have Winky notified that she is to prepare my meals alone and to serve them to me only until otherwise told not to. Her sister Viola and the new elf Ori; they can serve any guests that come through. Have them be hyper-vigilant of potions that alter moods or behaviors as much as poisons."

"I do not wish to chance potions in my food." Harry said with seriousness

Dobby nodded, "I will take care of this, Master Harry."

Harry smiled, "Thank you my friend, your service has been a godsend to me in these last few years. I would never have adjusted so well to high-society without you and Winky to help me when my trainers simply confused me."

Dobby's eyes misted to the words, "It has been our honor to serve, Master Harry. You saved us from abuse and more. It is the least we can be doing."

Harry nodded and then apparated out as Dobby vanished to begin his tasks.

Harry appeared before the large marble building with a grimace and knew the goblins were still angry with him from years ago when he and his supposed friends broke into the back and into the Lestrange vault. It had been five years and while they had the majority of the horcruxes; Riddle came to find out of their searching. He moved the ones he could around nearly constant to confuse them.

Harry had since had the quest halted and said he needed time to re-organize how to go about this, so they would be safe. His 'friends' had agreed, but it had been weeks now and they were beginning to wonder. Harry had no intention of collecting the rest nor the desire to tell them, as they would protest.

Harry smirked to himself, 'Maybe a bargain can be reached. He wants them back and to safeguard them more swiftly. I have them at the manor and in one of the most heavily warded areas of my home.'

He then nodded to himself and made his face blank before flaring his magic outward and to dangerous level, so it appeared as if he was highly agitated and angry. People nearby skittered off with gasps as he walked up the steps.

When he entered the foyer, the whole room paused as they turned to gaze at him warily. Both wizards, witches and goblins alike.

"I demand an audience with Director Ragnok of Gringotts on a matter that is most confidential. If the goblins of this bank all value their honor, you will heed my request." Harry said firmly with a voice that rang of cold and ice as his magic then fluctuated for effect.

The teller goblin paled and then whispered to another who ran off into the halls. Harry waited as his magic continually flared and he kept his indifference to them all. He noted that Fleur was working today and had paled when he entered and asked for the audience. He wondered if she knew of something or if it was simply his massive aura that had unnerved her.

She knew of his power; she had married Bill after all and he was considered a part of their family. However, he had never had it flared to such a degree before near her. He would wait and watch to see what happened. Harry also now questioned to himself on the genuineness of his adopted family to him. One the other side of the bank, Lord Malfoy stood and was positively stiff in his posture. He had his mask on, but Harry saw it in his body language.

Lucius was both wary and surprised by the power he had; despite his being in Tom's Inner Circle and knowing of his supposed destiny.

A goblin then hesitantly approached, "Lord Potter, the director will see you now. Please, follow me and do try not to make your magic explode. I doubt the hall would appreciate that."

Harry merely nodded and followed the goblin as the foyer all watched them go and breathed a collective sigh of relief.

The walk was short and Harry managed to keep his magic from causing any mini explosions. He was irritated by this and wanted answers.

As he entered the director's office, he noted the two warriors posted behind him. He smirked mentally. The director was even afraid of his magic as much as the dark lord's or Albus's. Good. That made things ten times easier.

"Lord Potter, you asked to see me?" He questioned

Harry nodded, "Yes. I have a post-dated letter written to me from my mother and father. They left it in hold for after I came of age and was several years older. However, the contents of the letter is actually what concerns me. I know that the goblins of Gringotts are still angry at me for what I did several years ago. I can understand, but know that if I had not done it; the fragment of the dark lord's soul that was in Bellatrix's vault would still be there."

The director's eyes widened, "How did you know it was there?"

Harry waved a hand, "I will answer that another time. I am now more concerned with the honor of some here in regards to my estates and how they have been managed before I reclaimed them. I do not lay any judgment; not yet, nor am I accusing any one goblin…but things lately have become precarious in my life, and I find myself once more becoming paranoid."

Harry laid the letter before the director and the goblin took it with an eye at Harry that was wary before reading it. He narrowed his eyes at several points and then sighed with a nod.

"I agree with what you suspect, Lord Potter. I will begin an investigation of it immediately. I will for the moment become the goblin in charge of your estates. If we find the evidence you suspect; I will consider your actions from three years ago pardoned. For we will have done the Potter clan a terrible disservice."

The goblin eyed him, "However, there is one thing in the letter that I found curious. It mentions James was tied to the old Peverell bloodline. Is that true?"

Harry was surprised, "Yes. I am a descendant of Ignotus Peverell by blood and I own his hallow. The cloak of invisibility from Death himself."

The director nodded, "Then why did you not wish to claim the inheritance of the Peverell's when you were last here?"

Harry raised a brow, "For one, I did not know anything else was left of it. The line is ancient and I thought it to be…dried up. Are you telling me that it isn't?"

The director smirked, "No, it is not and will not ever be. You are already wealthy Lord Potter, but if you reclaim this inheritance; it will make you the wealthiest wizard alive. The Peverell lineage is older than old. Feared and respected in equal measure. You have ties to some of the greatest magicians in history in your blood. Both directly and through generations of marriage contracts."

"Merlin, Morgan Le fay, three of the founders to Hogwarts by both blood and through marriage bonds, and much more. It is no wonder you are as powerful as you are. Your very life-blood sings with magic and the magic of the old-blood."

He then watched as Harry took that in with shock overcoming his frame, "I would almost be curious to do an inheritance test on you. Just to see exactly to who you are related to."

Harry then shook himself, "Perhaps another time. For now, I have business elsewhere and need to be going. If anything turns up that is urgent for me to know of; simply owl me. I will consider reclaiming the Peverell inheritance, but it is something I need to think of. I am already a public figure and this news would ignite the press."

The director nodded, "Indeed. I will owl you if anything turns up."

Harry then left and as he reached the main hall; he barely managed to see Lucius leaving the bank. He hastened his pace and then cleared his throat politely, "Lord Malfoy, if I may have a moment of your time?"

If Lucius had been surprised; his mask did not allow him to show it. He merely nodded and beckoned Harry to walk beside him. Harry then glanced around and carefully placed a silencing barrier over them.

"I would presume this is…delicate." Lucius asked of him

Harry then smirked but inclined, "That would depend on one's definition of delicate matters. However, this is serious and I hope you will at least be willing to hear me out."

"Consider me intrigued, Lord Potter." Lucius said in an even tone, "I wonder if you might take your afternoon meal with me to discuss this matter over?"

Harry then smiled, "Sure, as long as this remains between us for now. It is not something you nor I could ill afford the general public knowing."

Lucius merely raised a brow but nodded, "Well, there are several restaurants around here that offer such settings. Do you have a preference?"

Harry shook his head, "No, not really. I am not a picky eater. Though I would prefer to avoid a place that smells of fish."

Lucius then smiled genuinely, "I would rather think most people would."

Harry then snorted, "You would then be surprised to see what most average people are willing to put up with. I can say that I would love to make some of my 'friends' see the value and benefit of a more 'mannered' lifestyle."

Lucius merely raised a brow again, "I do have to admit that the lifestyle of the purebloods tends to suit you now that you have accepted it."

Harry then made a face, "Accepting it? Hardly. I was more or less trained and groomed into it. But, that is a matter left for later. Too heavy for such a conversation. How is your son? Not that I know him well mind you, but he did at one time wish to be one of my friends?"

Lucius then nodded, "Draco did; yes. I find myself curious as to why you turned him away, but since he won't say and I doubt you will; I will be left to wonder in that. He is faring well. Traveling abroad at the moment with his fiancé Astoria. They would have wedded already, but Astoria had wanted time to know Draco better and then she was hurt in a near-fatal accident and needed time to recuperate."

Harry then gazed to the walkway, "I am sorry to hear that. Daphne and Astoria were both neutral to me and the opinions of the war while in school. There are times I detest this political gambit and the war. I was one year old when forced into it. I never had a chance to choose; I was simply told what to believe and where to go."

Harry sighed, "A failure on my end. A large one considering my past."

Lucius was silent to this as he watched Harry.

"Umm…by the way, won't the two of us spark rumors going to eat together?" he asked hesitantly

Lucius smirked, "You mean we haven't already by the way we have walked here and talked as if old friends?"

Harry smirked, "Who knows? I may have laced a Notice-Me-Not charm in the silencing barrier."

Lucius smiled, "Crafty. But if you are concerned; we'll just say that we're meeting to discuss Wizengamot business."

Harry nodded, "That should work."

He let down the barrier and the two entered the small restaurant for the lunch and discussion. Never noticing the suspicious and curious eyes of a another that had followed them. Nor a second pair that was narrowed in jealousy from a shadowed corner of the street.