A/N: This story is a re-write of the Harry Potter and The Magical Heritage. Some chapters will be quite similar with the old ones but some others will be completely new. A poll is waiting for you in my profile regarding this story and it will be open until the 17th of August. Please let me know what you think.

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Contrary to common belief or to what Hermione Granger thought, Harry Potter was not an idiot or stupid. Oh, no. Quite the opposite. He just learnt to disguise his talents when he was young, because it got him into trouble with the Dursleys. He still remembered the day he brought his first report card to his Aunt. It had straight A's. He got a week in the cupboard for cheating. So, he didn't bother with his grades again. Unfortunately, he kept in place that policy at Hogwarts, because he didn't want to be shunned by Ron or displease Hermione. He was willing to do everything to keep his only friends. But the past year taught him a lot of things. One of them was that he had more friends than he thought. Neville, Ginny, Fred and George had helped and supported him all year from behind the scenes, even when his best friend shunned him and accused him. It also taught him that it was high time to get his act together and embrace his Slytherin side.

And that's exactly what he did. The day after they were sent home, Harry woke up bright and early. He was the only one awake in the house, so he took advantage of that. He made himself a nice breakfast and took some food supplies up to his room. He wasn't going to starve this summer. Then he had a long shower and got dressed. He put on the only fitting cloths he owned, a pair of jeans and a Puddlemere United T-shirt he had gotten for Christmas. He grabbed his schoolbag and put his vault key, money bag and some money he stole the night before from Dudley. It's not like Dudley earned it, or anything. He stole that money from his parents and kids. He grabbed his wand and invisibility cloak and left his room. On his way out, he grabbed a spare set of keys and left a note saying that he was with his godfather for the day. He wrapped his cloak around him and left Privet Dive. He walked a few blocks and then summoned the Knight Bus.

This time he didn't give any name to Stan. He sat quietly trying to stay put during the trip, making a metal to do list. They finally reached the Leaky Cauldron and Harry moved quickly on the back to open the Entrance to the Diagon Alley. He opened it and walked straight to the Bank. The place was empty. Well, it was seven thirty in the morning, so that was expected, right? Even if the Bank was open 24/7 for some reason. Shaking his head, he walked to the closest teller.

"Good morning. I would like to speak with an account manager about my vault, please." He said politely.

"Name?" the goblin asked.

"Harry Potter." He replied automatically.

"Mr. Potter! Follow me, please. I'll take you to your manager." The goblin said and hopped off his seat. And he moved fast. Even for someone his size. They walked through three doors and two corridors, then climbed two flights of stairs and passed some more corridors and doors. Finally, the goblin stopped outside a big oak door. He knocked and when he got a replied he opened the door.

"Clofag, Mr. Potter is here to see you." The goblin announced.

Hearing this, Clofag snapped his head towards them. A split second later, he barked some orders in another language and the other goblin rushed out. "Mr. Potter, please have a seat. I've been waiting for you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to come." Harry said.

"Mr. Dumbledore never told you that you were to come on your 14th birthday?"

"No. I just wanted to learn a bit more about my vault. That's why I'm here." He explained.

"Vault? Then I suppose, you truly don't know about your heritage."

"I-I don't think so."

"Very well." The goblin sighed. "I will tell you everything I know about the Potter Family and then we will discuss your heritage further. Is that agreeable?"

"Yes, thank you." Harry nodded eagerly.

"Your family is one of the oldest families in the magical world. It was established a few centuries before Hogwarts was built. At first, they made cookware. That's how the name Potter was created. Through the years, not only your ancestors spent money wisely, but also made very good investments. Thus, your family become one of the richest ones. Due to its age, it is also an Ancient and Most Noble House and you are the Head. It is like Muggle Lordship. According to the Ancient Laws you should have claimed Lordship on your 14th birthday." He explained.

Harry stared at the goblin. So, he was rich. Very rich. That would explain several of Ron's comments. Because Ron knew that his family was a very old one and therefore rich, so he couldn't understand why Harry wore rugs that were five sizes bigger. Or why he is so surprised when he gets presents at Christmas. But Harry didn't know. He didn't know he was rich. When he found out about his vault, he vowed to be careful and not spend the money, so it could last him until he got a job. Also, it would explain Ron's bitterness, especially the past year. Ron was jealous about Harry's wealth, but Harry would give everything away if it meant that he could have his parents back. Every single knut.

"It is time you claim your birth right and lead the Potter Family. But before you claim the Lordship, you need to drop some blood on this parchment." Clofag told him and gave him a dagger. He didn't really have to think about it. It was his Family duty. Something his Family did. Taking a deep breath, he cut his palm and let the blood drop, until the wound healed.

Looking at the results, the goblin said, "Since the day you defeated the Dark Lord, several witches and wizards have included you in their will. Also, there are several vaults you can claim as the closest relative of the deceased. Should I give you the necessary forms?"

Harry sighed. He wished people would stop thinking that he was the one responsible for Voldemort's defeat. He really did not do anything. His mother was the one who should take the credit. Her and his father. They gave up their lives for him.

He was going to claim everything he could, though. Better him than some Death Eater who would finance Voldemort.

"Yes, please. Is there a way to get a list of what I own, when we are done?" Harry said.

"Yes, of course. It is customary to be given an audit of your vaults and Estate after a meeting with your account manager. If you want for a fee, we can send you a monthly update of your accounts as well. I will give you a pamphlet to see all our services. Maybe you will find something that interests you." the goblin told him.

"thank you, Clofag. That would be very useful." Harry said sincerely.

Nodding, the goblin gave him a stack of papers. "Now, write your full name here and your signature here. Repeat for every parchment." The goblin instructed and Harry got to work. He signed no less than 83 forms. His hand began cramping by the time he was done.

There was a knock on the door, a few seconds after Harry put down the quill. "Come in" he said and a teller walked through the door. He approached Clofag and gave him a box. They talked quickly in the same language as before and then the teller left.

"Mr. Potter, for you to claim Lordship of the House of Potter, you need to put on the Potter Ring. When you do this, a few things will happen. At first your body will change into that of a lord, matching your family's standards. Any blocks on your magic will be lifted as well as any other ill intended spell, like tracking spells. Also, the day of your sixteenth birthday you will become emancipated. Until then, I would suggest you choose an adult to act as your guardian. I would suggest Mr. Black."

"Sirius?" He asked surprised. How did he know?

"Yes, and if you see him tell him that he should come by and claim his birth right. Or better yet, give him this and when he is ready he can come to sort out his affairs." The goblin gave him a black wooden box with complicated carvings.

"I will tell him." Harry assured him and took the box, wonder how in Merlin's name the goblins seemed to know everything.

"One more thing. You cannot access the Potter and the Peverell Family Vaults without your guardian's permission. But you have full access to the other vaults. Are you ready?"

"I am."

"You need to place a drop of your blood on the ring and then put it on." Clofag opened the ornate box the teller had brought and placed it in front of Harry along with the dagger he had used earlier. The ring was simple yet handsome. It was made of platinum and had a very expensive looking rectangular sapphire on it. Underneath the stone, Harry could clearly see the Potter crest, engraved on the metal.

"When you are ready, put it on your left middle finger." Clofag instructed.

Harry looked at the ring once more. He took the dagger and made a small cut on his forefinger. He pressed in on the crest and when it sparkled, he put it on. He felt a wave of magic running through his veins. Then darkness enveloped him.

Opening his eyes, Harry realized that he was in an unfamiliar place. However, before he had time to panic, someone spoke.

"Ah, you are awake." Clofag commented and Harry remembered where he was. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like I had a go with a Hippogriff." He groaned.

"Understandable. Your body has changed quite a bit."

"Oh. Do you have a mirror?" he couldn't wait to see what the ring had done to him.

"Behind you."

Harry nodded his thanks and got up. When he looked at the mirror, he gasped. He could barely recognize himself. He was very tall, at 6'4'' according to the measurement of the mirror. His shoulders were broader and his body well-toned. His face had masculine edges and his facial hair had grown, too. His was longer, falling a few inches past his shoulders. And he could feel his magic flowing through him, along with his Family magic. He could tell that it was centuries old magic. It felt good. And somehow his clothing had grown with him.

"Would you like to look at one of our service pamphlets until we put together the list with your assets?" Clofag asked.

"Yes, I would like that."

So, Harry was given the pamphlet and began reading it carefully. The goblins could provide some useful things. As he read, he made a mental list of things he wanted or was curious about. The goblins could cash cards, check books, glamour crystals, portkeys, wards, books, muggle papers, muggle papers and safe chests among other things.

"What is a glamour crystal?"

"It's a crystal that when you wear it, it makes you look different. It is a very safe way for, say a wanted man to walk around without being recognized. Only goblins can see through it and it can be removed only by the owner." The goblin smirked.

"That's interesting," Harry commented, "can you tell me how the safe mail box, the cash cards and the checkbooks work?"

"Well, each check book is linked to a vault. You just write the name of whom you give the money to, the amount of money, the date and you sign it. It is a very easy way to shop without carrying too many galleons. The cash card is for using it in the muggle world. You give it instead of banknotes. You type the pin when the clerk tells you and transfers the money from your vault. As for the safe mail box, you are given a box that has a sister box here. All your mail comes here and we check it for spells etc., then we send it to you through that box. You can also use your box to send mail here for us to owl it, so you won't have to worry about it being intercepted." He explained. "And here are the lists of your assets." He gave Harry a pile of folders. "On the top of the first page is the total amount of galleons you have in your vaults after the claiming you did earlier."

Harry opened to that page and read the number. Then, he read it again. And another time. "What am I supposed to do with all this money?" he wondered out loud.

"Spend it, invest it, or give it to charity and practically whatever you want. And speaking of spending money. Now, that you are a Lord, you need to look like one. May I suggest a few establishments for you?"

"Yes, of course."

"Firstly, here in the Alley, I would say Twilfit and Tatting's. Just make sure she sees your ring. Then, in the Muggle London, I suggest Harrods. Ask for Anastasia Vernati and tell her I sent you. She is a muggleborn and will know what to do."

"Right, thanks."

"Now, would you like something from the pamphlet?"

"Yes, first I want to combine the minor vaults, then I want a medium check book and a cash card for each of the following vaults: vault 429, my trust vault and the new vault from the combination. I want a safe mail box, a safe chest and for you to make my muggle papers. And I want to visit my trust vault and exchange some galleons for pounds."

"That will be 710 Galleons."

"Of course. Take it from my trust fund."

So, thirty minutes later, Harry was done with the bank and walked down the alley towards Twilfit and Tatting's. He explained that he needed some articles of clothing, fit for an Ancient Lord, but also a few casual clothes. The tailor showed him to a private fitting room and measured him. Then he gave him fabric sampled to choose what qualities he liked best, while the tailor looked for colors that suited him best.

Harry tried on several cloaks and robes of various styles and colors. Firstly, he got a dress robe in black acromantula silk with silver trimmings that worked best for summer and spring and one from wool and cashmeres that was ideal for the winter time, in black with sapphire blue trimmings, to match his Family colors. He got over robes and cloaks in blue, black and grey, with various trimmings and in various fabrics. His purchases would be send to him in three days. The tailor advised him to go to a jeweler to get cloak clips and hair clips with his Family crest.

That's where he went next. He got three platinum cloak clips and three hair clips. He also bought a very nice watch that showed the moon cycle and could map the surrounding area up to a five-hundred-meter radius.

Next stop was the bookstore. What better place to find information in a subject completely foreign to you? and since the magical world had no public library that was his only choice. So, in he got. He picked up a basket and began browsing. He got a couple of history books that talked about the period of the Ministry's creation, one that talked about the Council of Wizards and six that talked about Lords, Nobles, manners and proper behavior. A book picked his curiosity about wards and Runes so he picked up a couple beginners books on Runes and Wards. He also picked up some extra books on Potions and a seven-book encyclopedia on magical families and genealogy, hoping to trace his family as far back as possible. Twenty books and thirty something galleons later, he left the book shop and went to the luggage store.

He browsed around the store for some time, before picking up a very handsome black leather briefcase, a wardrobe trunk, an ice box trunk, a library trunk with capacity of 250 books and finally a very nice mahogany trunk with four compartments. He had his Family Coat of Arms Carved on to the lead and added all the extra security features the store offered. He also added a feature to all his purchases: they shrunk and unshrunk on command.

He visited the writing implements shop next, where after talking with the clerk, he got sapphire blue ink, five pads of high quality parchment with the Potter Coat of Arms, a seal of it with sapphire blue wax, ten pads of regular parchment, quills, ink and a calligraphy pamphlet, because his hand writing was awful.

He decided to have a break after that stop and went to a nice restaurant to have lunch. When he was done, he visited a couple more stores to buy potion supplies and potion equipment, followed by one more stop to the luggage store for a trunk especially designed to store potions, ingredients and equipment. He made the store owner very happy that day.

He put everything in his bottomless briefcase and stepped in to the Muggle London. He decided to go to a big bookstore before Harrods, in search of books regarding politics and Nobles.

Forty minutes later, he was at Harrods looking for Miss Vernati. He quickly found Anastasia, a muggleborn witch in her early thirties, and they got to work. She was serious about her job that was for sure. The moment he stopped explaining that he needed a new wardrobe, he found himself dragged in a fitting room and after she had measured him, she gave him piles after piles of clothes to try on. He got tuxedos, blue, black and dark grey suits, shirts, casual clothes, jackets and practically everything he would need as a Lord and as a guy and some he didn't even know he would need, like a case for his cuff links. And of course, she insisted that Harry had to buy a cologne. So, after hours of shopping she ringed him up and helped him to discretely put most of his bags in his briefcase.

Leaving that store, he went to an optometrist store. He had his eyes checked and bought himself contact lenses and a very nice pair of sunglasses. He made one last stop on his way to Privet Drive to buy toiletries and some other necessities and headed back.

When got back, he gave shock to his Aunt, who at first didn't recognize him. After shuttering for a few moments, she sent him to his room. There Harry got once again busy. He carefully placed his bags and his satchel on the desk and began gathering the junk from around the room. Broken toys, damaged books, old newspapers and magazines, broken devices and other junk found themselves in garbage bags and into the attic. When she saw him, aunt Petunia almost threw fit, but Harry mentioned Sirius and she just huffed and left. When he was done with the junk, Harry put all his purchases on the bed and began putting them in the right places.

He began with the food things he had picked up at the grocery store. He put the drinks, the bottles of water, the fruit and sandwiches in the ice box trunk. He then placed his toiletries in the toiletry bag he had purchased. He put his writing implements in the briefcase, adding the silver and gold platter muggle fountain pen and the silver and black leather fountain pen he had bought. Just for the irony of it. He also put the papers from Gringott's and his mail box in there.

He opened the portable library trunk he had purchased and put all his books there, according to subject. He let Lockhart's books to use in Hedwig's cage. He filled his potion's trunk next. Then, he tackled his old trunk. He threw away Dudley's cast offs and folded his school robes from the previous years, to ask Ginny if she wanted any of them, as she knew she had to make do with robes that had been used by all her brothers.

He put his broom and Quidditch gear in last compartment of his new trunk. He put the egg, the dragon figure, his champion uniform and the cup from the Tournament in the third compartment along with his cloak, the map, his photo album and his chocolate frog cards. The other two compartments would remain empty for the time being.

He sorted through his clothes and accessories, organizing them by category. He put the case with his cuff links in one of the drawers, his shoes in the shoes compartments and so on.

When he was done, he sat on his desk with a small bottle of juice and took out the folder he had gotten from the bank. He looked over the papers, wondering how the hell his ancestors had managed to become this rich.

The answer probably was in his Family Grimoire, or in the journals of the former Lords, that according to the goblins were in his Family Vault.