Potter Legacy

Chapter 1: The Triwizard Tournament.

Harry Potter was not a very happy wizard. No, not at all. The bespectacled boy with emerald green eyes and messy raven black eyes was anything but happy. After all the drama of the previous years, the Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir Of Slytherin, Peter Pettigrew and the Dementors, he had hoped that this year would be a year in which he sat back and let the others do the death defying stunts. But of all things, the goblet of fire had chosen his name, of all the able people to compete, him to participate as the fourth champion in the Triwizard tournament.

'Well, I have passed things like these before on pure luck before. Maybe my luck will hold.' He thought as he stared off at the Black Lake. To make things worse almost every student, whether he or she be from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang, thought he had cheated his way into the tournament. He snorted mentally. As if he wanted to participate in death defying stunts in another year at Hogwarts. However there was another matter that was much worse than what he was going through with already. His friends, if he could call them that, had all but left him. Out of all Gryffindor, only Hermione believed him when he said that he had not put his name in the goblet. Angelina and Alicia were unhappy that their names were chosen. Fred and George were unhappy that 'ickle Harrykins' was able to 'bypass' the age line when they couldn't. Ron was being a jealous git. Ron and Seamus were jealous about the fact that Harry would be able to get the participating award of 600 galleons at the end of the tournament and that he would be able to skip classes and the exams. Dean was simply neutral. As a muggleborn, he was excited about the tournament, and he knew that logically Harry couldn't have put his name in, however he didn't want to speak up against his best friend Seamus. Neville, was all quiet and didn't really say anything. Ginny was supporting her brothers. Only Hermione had stood up for him shouting at Ron and Seamus to get out of the Common room before Hermione would start hexing anyone badmouthing him on sight.

'Hermione.' Harry thought as a small blush crept up on his face. Ever since last year, after he and Hermione had gone on that death, Dementor and Werewolf defying quest whilst meddling in time space to save his innocent godfather, a multitude of feelings had sprung up in Harry regarding his female best friend. The way her body was pressed up against his while riding Buckbeak, the twinkle in her eyes when she spoke knowledgably about things he had no clue about, the laughter she would go into when he said something utterly meaningless, the way she hugged him so tightly when he needed those hugs, and when she stood up for him against the whole school defying the sheep ideology of the school. Yes, Harry had unequivocally fallen. And he had fell hard. Right now, only he himself, Sirius and Remus knew about his feelings for his female best friend.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry did not even notice an owl landing beside him with a letter tied to its leg. The brown owl waited for a few minutes but after noticing that the human was lost somewhere daydreaming, she started to peck Harry's arm. Harry yelped as he felt the pecks on his arms and scowled at the owl. He noticed the letter tied to the owl and slowly untied it.

The envelope bore the seals of the Goblin Nation. The seal of Gringotts was also present on the envelope. Intrigued, and undoubtedly curious, he opened the envelope as a letter fell out of the envelope into his hands.

Mr. Potter,

Let us not waste time on pleasantries. I am Fangtooth. A Baron Goblin, and the Head Accountant of House Potter. For the past 13 years, your bank account lodgings and statistics were being passed to your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore. However, you no longer have a magical guardian. And before you waste even further more time into wondering why you no longer have a magical guardian, it is simply because of the Triwizard Tournament. The tournament is meant for adult wizards and witches only. This means that magic now recognizes you as an adult. Because of this, unlike the usual procedure of receiving your adulthood at the age of 17, you will be receiving your adulthood at the age of 14. Because of this, we must meet at once to discuss the future of the Potter Wealth and investments. We must also speak about your lordship as Lord Potter and everything it entails. We will also be discussing your housing and the Potter Estates around Europe. We must also speak about your ancestry and the will left behind by your parents and the contracts set up by your Great Grandfather Henry Jonathan Potter and your Great Grandmother Anne Isabelle Potter nee Shacklebolt. We at Gringotts must insist that you come to our bank within the week.

May your enemies lie dead at feet and may riches befall your family,

Fangtooth

Head Accountant of House Potter

House Accountant of Gringotts

Baron of the Goblin Nation.

Harry's surprise was palpable. His wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, his limp mouth and hacksawed expression pretty much gave away his surprise. He quickly stuffed the letter into his pocket and started to run towards the Headmaster's office. Ignoring the distasteful looks that the students of all three magical schools were sending his way he quickly launched himself into the grand staircase before reaching the Headmaster's office. However the Gargoyle standing at the staircase stood there stubbornly as Harry tried every single password that he thought was feasible.

"Cockroach clusters…..Blood pops…Honeybar…caramel clusters….Sherbet Lemon…..Dairy Milk-" At the last name of the sweet, the gargoyle sprang aside as the staircase unveiled itself. Grumbling at Dumbledore's knack for sweets, magical and muggle alike, he walked up the staircase before coming towards a halt at the door. He raised his hand and knocked twice.

After a slight pause, he heard the Headmaster's voice. "Come in."

Harry entered the room to see Dumbledore speaking with McGonagall about something with Mad Eye Moody. McGonagall looked really angry for some reason and Moody simply looked amused. Fawkes sat on his perch swaying from side to side as if on a trance. The various trinkets that lay around in the Headmaster's office simply stayed where they were inanimately. Albus himself was wearing a simple cloak with a small cap on his head. His Santa like beard looked like it needed a trim really badly. Almost reaching all the way to Dumbledore's pelvis. Moody's magical eye swerved towards him as Moody's face broke out into a small growl. "What is it that you want Potter?"

"Nothing Professor. I just needed to speak with the Headmaster." Harry replied steadily as Moody huffed and nodded. Dumbledore looked at Harry before nodding at McGonagall and Moody. The two professors left the room leaving Harry alone with Dumbledore.

"Well then Harry, what is it that you need me to help you with?" Dumbledore asked as he stroked Fawkes's tail feathers. Harry drove his hand into his pocket as he took the letter from Gringotts out of his pocket and placed in front of Dumbledore on his desk. Dumbledore's eyebrows rose before taking the letter and reading it. A slight expression of surprise wormed its way through onto Dumbledore's face as he placed the letter back on the desk in front of him.

"Well I will admit that this is surprising Harry. I did not foresee this outcome of being forced to participate in the Triwizard tournament. I believe that you wish for me to give you permission to go to Gringotts?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry nodded as he said, "Yes sir. And there is also another thing that I would like to ask sir."

"Ask away my boy."

"Well…" Harry hesitated a little before resuming. "The letter mentioned something about lordship and Lord Potter. What does that mean sir?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled (Was that a spell?), before he smiled and said "Are up for an impromptu history lesson Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded as Dumbledore gestured to seat down on one of the chairs in front of him. Harry sat down as Dumbledore conjured up a dusty tome. It's title read 'The Lords and Ladies of the Magical World'.

"Harry, our modern magical society sprung up during the Roman era, when England and Wales were provinces in the Roman Empire. Just like it's muggle counterpart, a magical empire which came from Rome had established itself. The Roman Magical Empire. Back then before the romans, Shamans and wandering Gaelic and Celtic tribes made their home in the British Isles. When both the Roman Empires fell, fifteen magical families were deemed the strongest families in the British Isles. These families were the Houses of Pendragon, Black, Potter, Abott, MacMillan, Bones, Davies, Greengrass, Boot, Longbottom, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gyffindor, and Ollivander. These families were strongest in the terms of political pull, influence and family magic. Are following me till here?"

Harry nodded.

"These sixteen families were ceremoniously given the title Ancient and Noble House by the Roman Empire in 89 AD. In 1289, in order to create a much more legitimate magical government to monitor the magical people of the isles, they together formed the first Ministry of Magic in the world, the Ministry of Magic of Britannia. They formed a body something akin to the parliament that muggles have called the Wizengamot. In the Wizengamot, these families each hold a seat. Each families carry 8 votes matching the amount of votes the Minister can cast. The leader of these families were called Lords or Ladies. Do you understand now?"

Harry nodded fascinated with that small historical lesson. "If Professor Binns taught us stuff like that, I don't think I would fall asleep in each and every class of his."

Dumbledore chuckled at his small joke before replying "Well, he was like that in my years as a Hogwarts student as well. He has been a ghost teacher since 1871. All the headmasters since then including me have tried to make him move on, however as you can see, we were unsuccessful."

Harry snorted at that before asking "So, basically I am Lord Potter now?"

"Well no. You are Heir Potter as of right now. To become Lord Potter, you will need to go Gringotts and go through the Lordship ritual." Dumbledore said as Harry looked puzzled. "Lordship ritual?"

"Yes. It is a ritual in which the Heir must be accepted by the Family Magic. If the Family Magic deems the Heir fit, then they will become the Lord of the family." Dumbledore answered. Harry nodded thoughtfully before asking again, "Can I go to Gringotts then? It is Saturday today, and there are no classes today."

Dumbledore seemed to mull over this before nodding slowly. "Very well. The fireplace is right behind my desk. The floo powder is kept in a jar in the fireplace. You can go to gringotts via the floo."

Harry nodded as he walked towards the fireplace. He opened the jar and took a fistful of floo powder. He quickly entered the fireplace and threw the floo powder down as he said "Gringotts Magical Bank."

In a flash of green fire he landed smack on his face on the floor in Gringotts. Out of all the two times he had taken floo, both times it had been very uncomfortable. Harry grumbled as he stood up and threw the dust off his cloak. Sighing he ignored the looks of the other wizards and witches in Gringotts before making his way to the Help Desk.

The goblin in front of him was a very familiar goblin. The goblin who had led him to his vault three years ago.

"Hello Griphook." Harry greeted as the goblin looked upwards from his paperwork.

"Mr. Potter. It has been three years since we last met." Griphook said as he looked the fourth year student.

"Indeed it has. Griphook I was wondering if you could direct me to the office of a goblin who goes by the name of Fangtooth." Harry requested as Griphook nodded. He stood up from his chair and said "Follow me."

Harry nodded as he followed the short goblin. The goblin led him towards the inner section of the bank before leading him towards an area called the 'Accountants of Houses' in the bank. The goblin led him towards a door which bore the symbol of a ghostly skeletal horse with wings. The words Potter were emblazoned on the door. Griphook turned towards him and said "This is his office. I bid you farewell now, Mr. Potter."

"Thank you Griphook. Bye." Harry replied as Griphook nodded and left him. Harry turned towards the door and knocked the door twice. After a slight pause a deep voice replied "Enter."

Harry pushed the door as he took in the office. The office looked kind of quaint and similar to that of offices you would find in muggle banks. A desk slightly low for humans sat in front of him with a stout goblin wearing glasses studied him.

"Mr. Potter, I see you have acted with haste in contacting me." Fangtooth said without preamble.

"Fangtooth, I presume?"

Fangtooth nodded as he gestured for Harry to sit down on one of the chairs before him. Harry acquiesced. After Harry sat down, Fangtooth took out some pages as he read them and said "First, I must congratulate you for reaching your magical adulthood, Mr. Potter. However, I will not waste time on pleasantries more than this. Now, you are first and foremost here to determine whether or not you are Lord Potter or simply Heir Potter. Please offer me your dominant arm."

Harry nodded as he offered his right hand to the goblin. The goblin reached to one of the drawers on his desk and brought out one single ring. The ring bore the same skeletal horse with wings that he had seen before on the door. Fangtooth gingerly took the ring and said "I will keep the ring on your ring finger. If it starts to heat up, remove the ring at once. The consequences of not removing it at once can be…..fatal."

Harry nodded as he took the ring. The ring glowed silver once he touched it for a few seconds before dying down. Harry gulped slightly before placing the ring on his right ring finger. Immediately the ring started to buzz as Harry started to feel light headed. Suddenly he wasn't in Fangtooth's office anymore. Harry sprang up as he looked sideways to find out where he was.

The area was covered in mist so thick that Harry could not see any further than five yards in front of him. Harry started to panic as his hand went to his wand. He took his wand as he looked around. However in front of him he could see a darkening figure from the fog advancing on him.

"A Potter…It has been 18 years since a Lord Potter has reigned. And now…..they bring a boy?"

Harry jerked back at the unexpected voice as a skeletal horse with wings trotted towards him. The horse looked at him with expressions which Harry might have guessed to be amusement and annoyance.

"I am not a horse. Do not insult me in such a manner. I am a Thestral. The Thestral."

"The…Thest…Thestral?" Harry stuttered.

"I am the Steed of Death. I am the one who blessed your progenitor with your family magic. Any Heir Potter must pass the Rite of Passage that I give them to become Lord Potter." The Thestral replied in answer.

"So…What do I have to do?" Harry asked after he had recovered slightly.

"Tell me Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter, about your knowledge about your paternal family."

Harry looked surprised at the use of his full name, which even he had not known, before saying "Not much. I just know that we are wealthy. We possess some strong family magic and have a seat on the Wizengamot."

"Such Ignorance! However I cannot fault your knowledge in good conscience considering you grew up amongst the mundane or muggle in your terms. Tell me Hadrian, what is your greatest, and I mean, greatest desire? Do not lie, I will know."

Harry was utterly surprised at the question before starting to think. What did he desire the most? The fall of Lord Voldemort? Well, that was a nice thought, however he did not wish to go after him, or the other way around. Be free of dementors? That would be nice as well, however he did not think that was his greatest desire. Then Harry started to think. Sirius who had gone to Azkaban for him and his parents. Remus who had cared for him as his own son last year. Dumbledore, despite his faults, being something akin to an adopted grandfather. Hermione, the one friend who had stuck with him through hell and back without complaining. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat before looking towards the thestral and said one simple word. "Love."

"Ah, such a fragile thing. Yet coveted by the wisest. Only fools would reject love and the power it grants you. A noble desire…Lord Potter."

"What?" Harry asked flabbergasted. "That's it? That's the Rite of Passage?"

"Why, the Rite of Passage is different for every Heir of the Potter Line that comes to meet me. Your father, had he decided to take up the mantle of Lord Potter after your grandfather's death would have received a very different Rite of Passage."

"So I'm Lord Potter now?"

"Yes. Now go. Let the Magic of the Death Steed flow through you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You will find out in due time child. And before I send you off….A message from an anonymous source, 'Make the Third Brother Proud'."

Before Harry could reply to what had been said, he found himself in Fangtooth's office with the ring firmly in his ring finger and Fangtooth grinning slightly at him. However before Harry could do or say anything a piercing pain suddenly overtook his famous scar. Harry gasped as he felt something akin to a small worm wiggling in his scar before Harry fell down to the ground clutching his scar in pain as he convulsed on the floor. His vision went blurred even though he was wearing his spectacles and foam started to form on his mouth. Fangtooth looked at him in slight interest and intrigue before crouching beside the convulsing Harry and putting his right index finger on top of the scar. All of a sudden the pain stopped as Harry gasped and sat upright.

The searing pain had stopped however a dull ache remained in his head. Taking fistfuls of air into his mouth Fangtooth conjured up a glass of water and gave the glass to Harry. Harry nodded slightly in thanks before gulping the water down. After a few minutes after Harry had recovered sufficiently, Harry stumbled towards the chair and sat down. Fangtooth sighed before rubbing his forehead. He took his seat and asked "This may sound like a poor question Lord Potter, but are you alright?"

"Better….than before." Harry winced as his upper jaw hurt while speaking.

"It seems that your family magic expelled a dark magic that was inside your scar." Fangtooth informed him as Harry looked at him bewildered. "Dark magic in my scar?"

"Yes, it is something we call a…..Horcrux." Fangtooth ground out as he growled slightly at the name.

"Horcrux?"

"Yes, it is basically a type of foul dark magic that allows you to become immortal to some degree by hiding pieces of your soul in receptacles by killing an innocent. It is usually done to inanimate objects and not living beings. From the figure I saw expelled from your scar, the horcrux belonged to Lord Voldemort." Fangtooth said as he looked at Harry with a perfect poker face.

Harry's face paled immediately after hearing the explanation. A piece of Voldemort in his head?! Harry shuddered as he took another glass of water to soothe his shaken nerves. Fangtooth allowed him to gather his wits before conjuring a thick tome and said "Lord Potter, now that everything else out of the way, I must inform you that this is the Potter Family Grimoire. It contains your family magic and some excerpts from your ancestors about their personal lives."

Fangtooth passed the tome to Harry. Harry gingerly took the Grimoire in his hand as he saw the seal of the Potters, the thestral on the cover with the letters Potter emblazoned in gold with the entire cover covered in dark maroon color.

"Anyone not of Potter blood will simply read blank pages in the Grimoire. As per tradition you can give permission to people you trust to read and learn the magic from the Grimoire if the person swears on their magic to never use the magic against you and doesn't teach the magic to others without your express permission." Fangtooth informed him as Harry nodded. He was currently flipping through the pages seeing incantations, diagrams and so much more on the pages.

Fangtooth clasped his hands together and said "And now, I must provide you with the various business contracts set up by your great grandparents regarding the Potter Investments. Seeing as you are already tired I will send you the statements to you via owl. With that our meeting has come to a close, Lord Potter."

Harry nodded as he tucked the grimoire into his bag and then shook the goblin's hand. "Thank you, Mr. Fangtooth. It was pleasure to meet you."

Fangtooth nodded as he said "Thank you Lord Potter. Also, before you go, an advice. I suggest you to go buy a new wand."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

….

So after Gringotts, Harry found himself in Ollivanders. Ollivander listened to Harry about Fangtooth advising him to buy a new wand and frowned slightly.

"Hmmm…most peculiar. Mr. Potter, could you please perform a levitation charm on one of the wands?" Ollivander asked.

Harry nodded as he took his holly wand out and said the incantation expecting to see the wands levitate. As his magic channeled towards his right hand, it was suddenly abruptly stopped by the wand. The wand seemed reluctant to channel his magic. It hurt as well, quite badly as well near his wrist nerves as the magic was repeatedly expelled by his wand.

Ollivander nodded slightly as he said "It seems that Mr. Potter, you have outgrown your wand. Not a common occurrence, but it is not unheard off."

"Outgrown? What do you mean by that?"

"Well, each wand has some kind of character in common with the owner. However when the owner no longer retains that characteristic shared with its wand, the wand becomes less responsive to its owner." Ollivander replied. Harry nodded looking at his wand in surprise as the holly wood simply glinted in the afternoon sunlight.

"Now let us get you a wand, yes?"

"Spruce wood with unicorn hair core, 11 inches….Rosewood, 9 inches and kneazle whisker core…Reed wood, 7 and a half inches, wampus cat hair…..Hmm…Mr. Potter you are ever the difficult customer." Ollivander stroked his beard as he looked at the bundle of wands that had not been compatible with him. It continued for another ten minutes by which Harry was seriously becoming annoyed. Ollivander however looked delighted murmuring 'It is a wandmaker's dream to find a difficult customer.'

After another five minutes Ollivander scooped up the failed wands and put them back in their shelves as he looked around his store for suitable wands. As he was walking through the aisles, his eyes saw a gleaming wand sitting next to his study.

"I wonder…." Garrick murmured as he picked up the wand and exited the aisles. He walked up to Harry and said "Try this wand, Mr. Potter."

Harry looked at the wand that Ollivander was holding so carefully. It was sleek, having beads every so few inches and brownish and black in color. In his opinion it looked much alike to the wand of Dumbledore. Harry took the wand in his hand and gave a flick. Suddenly his magic flowed through him in harmony as the wand and magic united in merry unity.

Ollivander took a deep breath as Harry looked at him to see an expression of wonder and curiosity on his face.

"Consider yourself a very lucky person Mr. Potter. That wand has been sitting in this shop since 923 AD. It's wood is made from the Elder wood. A very difficult type of wand wood to master, however if mastered, it will become the strongest ally its owner can have. It has two cores inside of it. Thestral hair suspended in Basilisk venom. 9 inches in total length." Ollivander murmured even though Harry heard all of it. The wand in his hand had been untouched for slightly more than a millennia?

Ollivander looked at the wand once more and said "This wand…it's previous owner was Ignotus. Ignotus Arthur Peverell."

"Ignotus Arthur Peverell? Who was he?" Harry asked curious about his new wand.

"Very few know he was Mr. Potter. Even fewer know his exploits. After all, he was the Third Brother….."

"Third Brother?" Harry perked up at this because of the familiar term being used by the thestral he had met earlier as well. Ollivander looked at Harry before taking the seven galleons and said "There are things Mr. Potter that are secret. In a case such as this, it is better for it remain a secret."

"Please! My family magic remarked about the Third Brother as well! I want to know about what this Third Brother is!"

Ollivander froze at this tidbit of information.

"Your family magic told you about the Third Brother…..?"

"Yes! He said that an anonymous source said 'Make the Third Brother proud.' Do you know what that means?" Harry asked hoping that Ollivander knew the answer. However Ollivander had gone very pale. Very pale. Ollivander's eyes swerved from his right to left and to him again. Ollivander knelt down (The man was very tall) and grabbed his shoulders.

"You must not tell this to anyone Mr. Potter! No one, do you understand me?!"

"What?" Harry asked surprised at the ferocious tone that the usual kind man used.

"You must not tell anyone what you just told me. Do not tell anyone about your wand as well. Do you understand?"

"O-Okay. Just tell me why." Harry replied nervous because of the scared demeanor of the wandmaker.

"Things like this should remain a secret Mr. Potter. Good day Mr. Potter."

Disappointed Harry left the shop and went to Gringotts to return to Hogwarts via floo.

…

"Harry! Where were you?" Hermione asked him as he sat down for dinner at the far end of the Gryffindor table. Hermione's bushy hair was looking even more frazzled because of the workload that Professor Babbling and Vector were pouring in on the subjects of Runes and Arithmancy. However she looked very angry at Harry who had left her without informing her.

"Oh Hermione! I'm sorry I forgot to tell you I had to go Gringotts." Harry apologized as he took some potato and placed them on his plate.

"Gringotts? Why?" Hermione asked intrigued. As was usual in her intrigued face, her left eyebrow rose up. Her slightly pouty expression at being left out and the slight hurt look that she adopted because of not informing her of something made Harry's mouth dry. He really did feel sorry about leaving her out of the loop, however he had gone to Diagon alley so fast he had forgotten about Hermione.

"Well, magic apparently recognized me as an adult because of the Triwizard tournament. So gringotts asked me to come to become Lord Potter." Harry replied in a hushed tone while showing Hermione the Potter Lord Ring. Hermione looked shocked at first before grinning madly.

"Wow Harry! You are actually one of the 15 Lords of the Wizengamot!" Hermione gushed as she started to inspect the ring. Harry nodded as he said "Yeah. The goblins also gave me the Potter Family Grimoire."

"Wow. You have to give the Grimoire to read after you finish with it, Harry!" Hermione said as she looked lost at the mention of ancient magic. Harry smiled at the typical behavior of his best friend before saying "Of course Hermione."

Hermione hugged him and said "Thanks!"

Harry stiffened before melting into the hug. However the perfect hug was broken by the unwanted intervention by none other than Draco Malfoy.

The platinum blonde pale faced Slytherin trotted over to his section in the table and said "Oi Potter, dating the Mudblood slag are you now?"

Harry sighed as he glared at Draco. "What do you want Draco? And also stop using that derogatory word."

Draco snorted before pushing his chest in front of him pointing at a badge on his chest saying 'Support Cedric Diggory-The True Hogwarts Champion'. He pressed the button and the caption changed to 'Potter Stinks'. "How do you like it eh Potter? I made it myself. Last I heard everyone from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin bought them. I can also see a fair amount of lions wearing them Potter."

Harry looked around the Great Hall and saw that indeed the pale faced slytherin was telling the truth. Almost everyone in the Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff houses were wearing the badges. All of the Slytherins were wearing the badge whilst about two thirds of the Gryffindor house was wearing the badge. Facing burning red he turned to Malfoy and said "I do not care whether or not anyone is wearing that accursed badge Malfoy. Get out of my face. You are running my dinner."

Draco sneered as he said "You see Potter, now one cares about you anymore. I also happen to know what is going to happen in the First Task. You see I have a bet going on with father. He says you won't last five minutes. I said he's wrong. I believe you won't last a minute!"

Crabbe and Goyle guffawed at Draco's statement before nodding their heads.

Harry gritted his teeth before saying "Get. Out. Before. I. Do. Something. I. Will. Regret."

Draco shrugged before saying "And now let's talk about your choice in women Potter. At least with the weaselette, I could understand, she is a pureblood despite being poor, but seriously? Choosing a know it all mud-"

Before he could finish the word Harry's wand was pointed at Draco. Harry then hissed in parseltongue. ":I Dare You To Finish That Word.:"

Malfoy paled before shaking himself and took his own wand in his hand. "Heh, you think you can best me Potter?"

"It's LORD POTTER TO YOU SCUM!" Harry shouted as Draco quieted. The entire great hall quieted down as they turned their heads towards Harry surprise evident on their face. Draco's eyes swerved down to his right ring finger as the Potter Lord Ring glinted in the evening light. He narrowed his eyes and said "It's a shame how the Ancient and Noble House of Potter has fallen. To think that you, a half-blood is it's lord."

Harry had had enough. First he interrupted his moment with Hermione. Then he insulted him and reminded him of the fact that no one in the school besides Hermione liked him right now. Then he insulted Hermione and now he insulted his family.

"Depulso!" He roared as the banishment charm threw Draco, Crabbe and Goyle who were behind over to crash into the Hufflepuff table.

"50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Professor Snape shouted as Harry shrugged and exited the great hall with Hermione following him.

END OF CHAPTER

Some Excerpts and Spells From the Potter Grimoire.

Potter Family Grimoire

Greetings Fellow Potter. My name is Adonis. Adonis Poteria in the world of magic. I am the progenitor of our line if you are reading this grimoire, my descendant. This book, for a lack of term is a book full of the history of our family and our family magic. If you are wondering on where I come from, I come from Macedonia. Macedonia of Greece. It is a beautiful, if harsh place to be sure. The mundanes, the people without magic, go for military conquests in the name of Ares and the other gods of Olympus so frequently that it is a day to day occurrence for a battle to happen. The mundanes believe that we, the magicals are demigods or descendants of the gods to be able to use magic. Maybe there is some truth in that, however we will never know. However the main point remains that they force us to fight for them in their conquests and I am bound by my honor as an assassin of the Royal Court of Macedon to act in the interests of the king. Like any young child or man, you may find it quite disconcerting that I am an assassin. However, my father was one and his father was also an assassin. This has been our occupation for generations and it will continue to remain so. I do have quite the number of spells under my belt, if I may boast.

Mysticos Aithisi

This is a spell that my father commonly used in his assassinations. It mainly allows the caster to move freely without anyone in near vicinity being able to see, smell or hear the caster. It is quite the useful spell if I may say so.

Klisi tou Thanatou

This is a very simple spell. Literally translated, it means 'call of death', something that our family is heavily steeped into. It is a simple spell that needs to be pointed exactly at the heart of the victim and casted. Once the following conditions have been met, the victim's heart will simply stop, killing the victim…..as to whether it is painless or not, I will never know until someone decides to use the spell against me.

These are two very important spells that I pass unto to you, my descendant, and any other person you trust enough to pass these spells to. The next time we meet, it will be in the fields of Elysium, my descendant.

…

Greetings Fellow Potrera. My name is Augustus Evander Potrera. A member of the Magical Society of the Roman Empire. I must say, it is quite a weird feeling to be writing in a book for my future descendants. Julius was particularly bemused when I told him about my feelings. But when have my feelings ever mattered to him? He is simply my master, and I, his assassin. The one who does his dirty work behind his back. Truly, the man is an administration and military genius, however his arrogance truly knows no bounds. However it is unbecoming of me as a Roman to speak of my superior in such a manner.

For you my descendant I leave my two favorite spells which I hope will aid you in your magical journey.

Scindo

Truly a terrifying curse. The progenitor of the Diffindo cutting curse, this curse is use to simply cut every single nerve in the human body. It makes no outer appearance on the boy, but once cast on victim, you can guarantee in the least that the victim is at least paralyzed for life.

Damocles Gladio

The legendary spell of Damocles is something akin to a legend in the Magical Society of Rome. It is used for one reason only – Slaughter.

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Hello! My name is Alfred Potterer. I must say I am only 34, but writing in a grimoire that I read myself 20 years ago, is a very gratifying experience that I am sure you all will feel. Though with the Nordics creating trouble across the coastline, I guess the thought of writing in the grimoire must have slipped from my mind. Though I can't be all that biased to the Nordics. My wife is a Nordic witch to be fair. Though what her kinfolk find amusing in looting and pillaging the villages of us Britons I will never know. Talking about looting, I heard that four heirs of the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses have allied together to create, and I quote, 'A better Future for All Magical People in all of the Britannia islands'. An ambitious project to be sure. Rowena, my niece herself, the heiress to the Ravenclaw House asked me to make a writing of topics to teach young magicals for transfiguration. I must say I was delightedly pleased to do so.

…..I am rambling aren't I? My wife tells me it's endearing however I have my doubts. Anyway, my descendant, as is customary, I add my spells below this paragraph.

Chwiban

I must say this spell is very helpful. A sound based spell, when casted, it makes the victim fall into sleep almost akin to the Draught of Living Death. It's, forgive my lack of proper words, awesome!

Neo Chion Tachd

Not a spell for the faint hearted to be sure. In simple words, it turns the victim insane to almost satanic levels. Need I elaborate?

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You know I can hardly believe that I am writing in this thing 20 years after I read it. Well, for starters my name is Hardwin Potter. My father, Linfred of Stinchcombe told me that writing in the grimoire is an honor to behold, so I hope it is. My wife, Iolanthe Potter, or formerly Tolanthe Peverell, tells me a very peculiar story. I must say I didn't believe it until I saw the cloak of death with the insignia of death flowing in her hands itself. I will however stand by my word and respect the now lost Family of Peverell's traditions and pass the vaunted cloak down to my descendants. I must say though, the cloak gives me the willies even though as an assassin, I should be accustomed to willies.

Anyway, unlike my other ancestor's I have no special magic to call my own. However, as a former Peverell, my wife does. I shall hand over the quill to my wife.

….Hardwin is so melodramatic. Just because the Tale of Three Brothers is true and I possess one of the instruments of Death doesn't make a deity. However I am touched in the regard that he wishes for me to write in the grimoire. For my future grandchildren, great grand-children and so more I leave five magical spells that my grandfather Ignotus Aurelius Peverell and my father Antioch Cadmus Peverell became known for.

Hedfan Marwolaeth

Literally saying, it means, flight of death. Despite it's ominous name, it has a simple application really. It simply grants the user the ability to, well not fly, but levitate for hours on the end. However it was named for an entirely different reason that my grandfather Ignotus made me swear not to tell anyone, even my descendants.

Ceo Bas

Again, I simply cannot help but shake my head at my grandfather's fascination with death. The spell literally means Fog of Death, however giving credit to my grandfather, the spell literally makes a fog so dense and cold, that the person inside the fog feels as if it were being watched by death itself. Perhaps it is true as well.

Bas no neach ionaid

A very complicated and dangerous spell. Simply said, it is a spell that strips the victim of his or her magic. I must say, even my husband who is an assassin was put out by the gruesome details of the spell.

Siaradwch

Literally, it means Speak. The victim of the spell must speak truthfully while the spell is casted. Unlike the spell Veritas or the Veritaserum which occlumency can counter, there is no counter to this spell.

Wedi'I Haneru

It means Hallowed. It has a very specific purpose. It's purpose is only unlocked when all three pieces are brought together. I shall write its purpose below. However it will only be visible if you have brought all three together. Now it's purpose is to ….The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed Is Death

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Truly, those Warmongers in the Wizengamot are driving me crazy from my toes to my brain. War? Seriously? War with the muggles will cost us severely, even if we win, of which I am not sure we would even win, considering they outnumber us 100 to 1. However I will admit that the Statute of Secrecy is very important for the survival of our kind for we can no longer remain in the public's eye. Anyway, my name is Ralston Potter. I am the Leader of the Neutral Faction of the Wizengamot and Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. I will say that I am disappointed in the notion of various other people who believe that magical people with muggle heritage shouldn't be brought into the world. I wonder if it was because of this reason that my brother, Frederick Potter left for the New World. Last I heard, his daughter-in-law gave birth to his grandson, a cute and small boy named Abraham Potter.

As is customary, I leave two spells to you, my descendant.

Spiritus Inferni

A battle spell. Simply it means Spirit of Hades. Creates a huge firestorm that takes on the figure of a Cerberus and attacks the opponent with ferocious anger and vindictiveness.

Abira Titanis

Another battle spell. It creates a golem, or titan that will follow the caster's every command.

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What is this darned foolishness? Those Germans and Austrians are threatening our national interests and have gone to war with our muggle counterparts and yet that idiot of a minister, Archer Evermonde refuses to allow us to help the muggles in their war! Only two months have passed since the war started and hundreds of thousands of muggles have died. We, with our magic could have prevented those deaths! Well I did not write that all down just to rant. If you my descendant ever come between what you know is right and the law, choose what is right. That is the order of Henry Potter, your ancestor.

Now as the tradition goes, I must write two personal spells of mine.

Faudachas

Electrocution. I must say, I got the idea for the spell from muggles. Electricity is very interesting and the advancements that the muggle society has made with its help is astounding.

Dadansoddiad Nerfus

Nervous Breakdown. Heh. Does exactly as it means.