A/N: I would like to thank all of you who made some reviews.

About the problem with grammar, I find a program that helps me to decrease the errors. I know that it's not perfect yet. And the fact that English isn't my native language complicates things a little bit. I will take some time to edit the first chapter to improve it's reading.

I like to thank Kyron120867 by indicating Grammarly to me, which helps me immensely to revise this chapter.

A/N 2: I like to tell you that I based my ff on this one: s/13314585/1/A-Black-Appearance

I got some ideas from that ff, like the letter and the different parents, but I try to make some changes so it wouldn't look the same. But from now on, this ff and mine will take completely different pathways. This is just to show that I don't intend to plagiarize this ff.

Chapter 2 – Inheritance Test

Some time ago

Inside of Gringotts' doors, the goblin king was looking at some documents, a rough work, but he did everything he could to ensure the prosperity of his people. That was ridiculous difficult in the last times, because of some bigot wizards. When then, one document caught his attention. This specific document was about the emancipation of one of the greatest clients of the bank, the Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. And then, he remembered one document the late Lady Potter asked him to send to her Heir when he reached eleven years old. But he forgot. These times, the amount of work he had done had increased absurdly. Sighing with his error, the goblin king touch one button under his table and called for one of the bank's employees, using their language, the complicated gobbledegook language, which consisted of throat sounds, usually guttural, low and rough.

Some minutes later a goblin enters the room, bowing down. "You call me, Your Highness?" Asked the same goblin to the king. "Ah, yes Silverspear. I have a document in my hands, who may change things in your work." Said the goblin king with a stone face, which made a shiver going down through the spine of the account manager. "May I know what the document says, King Mokrul?" Asked the account manager, fearfully "Well, my dear Silverspear. This document attests to the emancipation of the one Lord Potter." Said Mokrul, while still keeping the stone face. The huge news made the Potter Account Manager's eyes were wide open. "Indeed this will change many things, my King." Said the goblin with a scary smile, which was replied by another. "So, now I need you to contact Lord Potter." Explained the goblin king, putting his hand on the desk and intertwining his fingers "But how? Every time I tried to contact him, I never receive an answer." Said Silverspear, which made Mokrul frown. "This was disturbing news. But I think someone is trying to stop our word to reach him. But I don't know how to contact him otherwise." Said the goblin king.

But just after he stopped to talk, an owl came up flying on the room, which made the two goblins frowning. "This was not supposed to happen." Said Mokrul whispering to himself. The snowy owl flew to the king's desk, landing with her chest pointing forward. And then the realization reached the goblin. "You are the Lord Potter's owl?" The owl nodded, but the goblin king had a strange feeling. Mokrul knew that no one reaches a high place being naïve, and deciding that it was better to be paranoid than to be caught off guard, he used his magic to verify if the owl had some kind of spells attached to her since she doesn't have a letter attached to her. As the magic worked, the expression of the goblin king was becoming more threatening.

Seeing this, Silverspear talked to his king, worried. "What is happening, your Highness?" The murderous glare of Mokrul turned to the account manager, which made shivers down to his spine. "Someone, who I think I know who is, put several spells on this animal. She is not an owl, she is a White Phoenix, who has a spell which made her stay in this form until someone ceases the spell effect. She has a spell which stopped her to form a bond with her familiar, beyond several tracking spells." With the description Mokrul was giving him, Silverspear was becoming disgusted. 'How someone can do that?' With quick and short grunts, the goblin king waved his hand and all the spells that were put in Hedwig faded away.

"Well, with that we have our answer, Silverspear. Wrote your letter to Lord Potter. I'm going to delve into an investigation to see who cast that spells." Said Mokrul. Silverspear bowed, before leaving the room, being followed by Hedwig. "This time I'll catch you, Dumbledore." Growled the goblin king after being alone.

At the same time

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was sitting in his office, looking at some parchment work on his table, some involving the new school term, some involving his work as a Chief Warlock, some with his work as a Supreme Mugwump and some involving his pawn, Harry James Potter. When he noticed something who made him panic, the charms he put on the White Phoenix have been removed. With his eyes open wide, Dumbledore rises from his chair and begun to wave his wand over a silver object. This object worked as a tracking spell put on Harry by himself, meaning that only he could track the boy.

After discovering the location of his pawn, the Headmaster was about to start running, when he felt his body tremble involuntarily and lose some strength, having to put one of his hands on the top of his table to avoid falling. Breathing heavily, the old man took 5 minutes to recover. After recovering, Dumbledore starts to run to the direction where Harry was. But it was too late, when he reached the room, it was empty. And he didn't know where Harry Potter was.

Gringotts

Meanwhile, Harry traveled through the white fire with his Phoenix. When the fire went out, Harry saw himself on the center of the Gringotts' Lobby, surrounded by, at least, 10 goblins, all of them holding weapons, which were pointed at him. They wore golden armors but doesn't seem made of gold, but another type of metal. However, their weapons seemed made of silver and were very threatening. "What do you want, wizard?" Asked one of the goblins harshly, touching the center of his chest with the tip of the spear. "Err… I'm sorry. I don't mean enter like that." Said Harry, sheepishly, with one of his hands on the back of his head. "I have an appointment with Silverspear, the Potter Account Manager." With that, the goblins retreat themselves, walking back to their positions. And then, another goblin appears in front of him. "I am Bloodfist. I will guide the way to your appointment." Harry blinked, frozen, before following the goblin.

Unsure of what to say, Harry thought that was better keep himself shut, and followed the goblin. The path they follow were unknown for the young wizard. Instead of taking the carts, they moved forward, through a double door, made of gold. The corridor that was guarded by the doors went on forever, at least as far as Harry's vision followed. On each side, there were countless doors, he chose not to count how many there were, and each of them had a different symbol engraved on the door.

After some time, the speed of the walk decreased, and the goblin turned on the right. And then, there was another double door, on the center was a crest. The crest was circular, with a Hungarian Horntail lying down, with his head resting on his front paws, which were crossed, and with one eye open. Above the dragon, there were two swords crossed, and in the middle of the swords was a large letter P. Under the dragon, there was a ribbon, like the Hogwarts' crest, where the family motto was. The motto said: Noli Opprimere Per Iram Draconis. What it meant: Don't force the dragon's anger. Above the crest, carved on the golden door was the family's name, the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter.

Going forward, Bloodfist opened the doors and bowed low. "Account Manager Silverspear, I am here with the Heir Potter to have the appointment with you." Following the goblin, Harry finally entered the room and was surprised. The room was very large, at least 23 feet wide and 16 feet length, at the end of the room was a very large desk made of dark mahogany, and behind the desk was a silver chair, where another goblin was. The new goblin was much younger than the most of their race, with fewer wrinkles and black hair, which reached up to his shoulders, besides the lack of glasses, a common thing between the goblins. But the most strike feature on the account manager's face was a deep frown, which was very uncommon since he was looking for some document. "Alright Bloodfist, you may leave." Said the account manager after rising his face from the document. Bowing low again, the first goblin left the room, closing the doors behind him.

"Welcome, Lord Potter." Greeted Silverspear, looking on Harry's face. "I admit I was not expecting you so early. But I think I should thank your magnificent phoenix." Said the goblin, with a sly grin on his face. "Err… I don't know exactly what's happening." Harry started to spoke, changing his body's weight between his feet. "I also know very little about my family's things. I only know I will be Lord Potter when I reach the age of 17, but nothing more." Said the Potter boy, which made the grin on the goblin's face disappear and be replaced by a frown. "How did you not know?" Asked the account manager. "I… erm… you know, my guardians were muggles, and they don't like much of magic. So they don't tell me anything." Said sheepishly the boy, which made Silverspear rolled his eyes. "I don't mean them, but your magical guardian." This time was Harry who frowns. "Magical guardian? What do you mean?"

The goblin blinked for some time before talking again. "The old coot doesn't tell you?!" Harry flinched slightly with the scream from the goblin. "Old coot?" Asked dumbly the raven-haired boy. "Dumbledore. He was your magical guardian." Answered the account manager. The answer made Harry's eyes open wide. "What!?" He screamed. "He never tells me! I know nothing about the magical guardian thing, but I know this shouldn't happen." Said the Potter, with anger. "It's right. He claimed your guardianship after the death of your parents. And the Ministry of Magic accepted that." Explained Silverspear. "And since when the Ministry is concerned about me? They just don't want to lose their poster boy." Said the boy, angrily, which made the goblin grinned. "Well, we can talk about this later. Now you have a letter to read." Said the account manager. "A letter!?" Asked Harry, skeptical. 'Why did I have to come here just to read a letter?' Thought the boy, bothered, his guts told him this letter was important, and he didn't like it, not even a little. Sighing, he takes the letter from Silverspear's hand and opened.

Dear Harry,

If you read this letter, then Voldemort has found us, James and I are dead and you have survived. It also means that we could never tell you the truth.

First let me tell you that we love you no matter what, and we will always be proud of you. I am sitting here in your nursery writing this letter and looking at you while you are sleeping. It is difficult for me to write this letter knowing that there a possibility that we will not survive. However, more than anything else. The reason is a prophecy made to Albus Dumbledore by Sybill Trelawney before you were born. The prophecy reads as follows.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

I know it is hard to comprehend but don't let this rule your life.

Now to the hardest part.

Even if we love you like our son, we are not your biological parents. Let me explain. When we discovered that I was pregnant, we were overjoyed. Our son was born on July 31. It was the happiest moment in our life. However, our luck didn't last. Our son, who we named Harry James Potter, was suffering from a rare and incurable disease and passed away only one day later. It broke our hearts to forfeit our beloved child like that. A few hours later, we were quite surprised, when someone knocked on our door. It was your mother. She told us that she couldn't keep you and that you would be in danger if she did. She begged us to take you in and raise you as our own. At first, we wanted to refuse because we didn't want to replace our son. However, in the end, we gave in. Your mother was relieved when we agreed. She didn't want to give you away but saw no other way to keep you safe.

Nobody, except the healer who was present at your birth, knew of your existence and he was obliviated by your mother. Her last request was to be obliviated as well, so nobody would find out. James did that after she kissed you on the forehead for the last time and I had gone inside with you. Then she left. We used a strong and very complicated glamour charm on you to make you look exactly like Harry. It was lucky that we hadn't told anyone of Harry's death. We buried him in secret the very same day. The next day Albus told us about the prophecy and we went into hiding.

Because of the possibility that this letter falls into the wrong hands, I will not write the name of your parents here. If you want to know them, go to Gringotts and take an inheritance test. I understand that all of this is a bit too much and probably very hard for you. Never forget that we will always love you.

Love,

Lily

OBS: Your mother doesn't know, but when we obliviate her, I use a modified version of the spell, so that, using a password, she could retrieve the memories about you when it was safe for her. The password I set, was the nickname she had for you: My little Arty. You can use it when you want, but only if you want.

Saying that Harry was shocked was an understatement. He was beyond, nothing could prepare him for this. How could he know that his parents never were his parents, that was crazy, and he doesn't know if he could get used to that for some time. Not being able to hold on anymore, he left the letter fall and broke to tears, again.

Besides that, the whole new thing, a prophecy. How in the holy hell his life was based on a fucking prophecy?! First, Sybill Trelawney, that fucking woman never did a good thing for someone, of so many people why she needed to said this prophecy to Dumbledore of all people? Second, how could Voldemort know about the prophecy? Someone had to tell him because no way he would spy on that woman. Third, how in the oblivion hell those two wizards live their own lives based on a fucking prophecy. Principally the Dark Lord Voldemort, he was beyond stupidity to believe some one-year-old baby could kill him.

Harry was outraged with that, the two strongest wizards of this century believed in some prophecy bullshit, and destroy his life in the process. And thought rationally, he wanted to kill the Albus bloody Dumbledore, the bastard knew about the prophecy before his birth and what did he do? Nothing! And then he kept doing nothing. If he was the bloody hero who will destroy Voldemort, why the old coot doesn't begin his training? Because he needed to have a childhood? Bullshit! He never had one to begin, the Dursleys made sure he didn't have one.

He doesn't know what to do in the future right now, but he has one thing he wants to do at this moment, and it was discovered all the truth about himself. So then, he cleans the tears that fell and turn to his account manager, who looked at him with no expression on his face. "Well, Silverspear. I want to perform an inheritance test. Mrs. Potter didn't explain much about me, so I want to know everything." Said, Harry. With a sad smile on his face, the goblin opens a drawer and took a bowl and some kind of special parchment. "Here. First, you need to cut your hand and let 10 drops of your blood fall on the bowl. I will mix, and then I will drop the blood on the parchment, and the results will appear gradually." Explained Silverspear, handing the bowl and a silver knife for Harry.

Without a word, Harry took the knife and cut his right index finger and let the blood drop, counting every drop. When the 10 drops of blood fell, the cut healed itself, which cause a surprise on Potter. Taking a deep breath, the emerald-eye boy delivered the bowl to his account manager and saw the goblin using the knife to mix the blood. After some time mixing, the goblin dropped the blood on the parchment, which glowed brightly for an entire minute. When the glow was gone, Harry saw, surprised, some kind of quill appear on the top of the parchment and begun to write automatically. The whole thing took 5 minutes to end, and then, Silverspear takes the parchment and begun to read. Sometimes his eyes widened a little but soon returned to normal. After reading the whole parchment, the goblin delivered to Harry, that without wasting time, begun to read.

INHERITANCE TEST RESULTS

Name: Arcturus Charlus Black Potter

Age: 14

Date of Birth: 31st July 1980

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Legal Status: Emancipated Minor

Mother: Narcissa Cassiopeia Malfoy néé Black

Father: Gwyn Henry Potter

Siblings: Draco Lucius Malfoy (Half-Brother)

Maternal Grandfather: Cygnus William Black

Maternal Grandmother: Druella Alice Black née Rosier

Paternal Grandfather: Charlus Alexander Potter

Paternal Grandmother: Dorea Kate Potter néé Black

Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of:

Black (by blood, mother)

Potter (by blood, father)

Vaults:

Black

#671 Black Family Vault: 80.560.200 Galleons 546 Sickles 367 Knuts

#670 Black Heirloom Vault: Wands, Books, Weapons, Jewelry

#669 Black Head of House Vault: 19.825.000 Galleons 139 Sickles 420 Knuts

Potter

#863 Potter Family Trust Vault: 20.000 Galleons 240 Sickles 300 Knuts (replenished annually from Family Vault)

#862 Potter Family Vault: 39.690.340 Galleons 497 Sickles 104 Knuts

#861 Potter Heirloom Vault: Wands, Books, Weapons, Jewelry

#860 Potter Head of House Vault: 13.150.669 Galleons 471 Sickles 938 Knuts

Properties:

Black

Black Manor, Dublin, Ireland (unplottable)

Grimmauld Place 12, London, England (unplottable)

Black Isle, New Zealand (unplottable)

Black Estate, Rome, Italy (unplottable)

Black House, Chicago, United States (unplottable)

Potter

Potter Manor, Abercarn, Wales

Potter Vila, Toulouse, France

Potter Cottage, Godrics Hollow (destroyed)

Businesses:

Black

20% Flourish & Blotts

45% Borgin and Burkes

35% Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions

100% Potage's Cauldron Shop

49% Twilfitt and Tattings

40% Daily Prophet

Potter

10% Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor

10% Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions

45% Quality Quidditch Supplies

30% Twilfitt and Tattings

40% nimbus Racing Broom Company

10% Daily Prophet

10% Ollivanders

Abilities:

Mage Sight (blocked)

Natural Occlumency (blocked)

Natural Elemental Magic (Lightning) [blocked]

Natural Healing Affinity (blocked)

Parseltongue

Other Information:

Strong Glamour Spell

Horcrux in scar (Tom Marvolo Riddle) blocks abilities and core

Blocked Core (30%)

Marriage contract between the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black and the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass

When he thought nothing could shocking him anymore, the inheritance test brought new levels of shocking news. On one side he was happy, because after all, Sirius still his family, in the end, he was a Black. He knew a little about the Black family. To be specific, he knew about the last students of the Black family to be in Hogwarts, Sirius, his little brother, and the infamous three Black Sisters. He read old versions of Daily Prophet, he knew too about the disown of Andromeda Black, due to marry a Muggleborn, Bellatrix's madness and her involvement with the fate of the Longbottom family, and the mysterious disappearance of Regulus Black, Sirius's youngest brother. And the death of the last remnants of the family, Orion, Walburga, his grandparents, Cygnus and Druella, and last, his great-grandfather, Arcturus Black, the last Lord Black.

But besides that, he was horrified when he looks at the name of his mother: Narcissa Black, the youngest of the three Black Sisters and the mother of the worst person of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. And worse, the prick was his half-brother. This thought made him sick, no way he wants to be related to that kind of person. Sighing, he looks to the other side of his family, he was more pleased, in the end, he was a Potter, his father was a Potter, but some things he could not understand, his father was related to James Potter? And how? 'Maybe Silverspear knows about this strange situation.' Thought Harry.

Seeing Harry getting out of his stupor, the account manager spoke again. "This is surprising results, I should say Lord Potter, or perhaps Lord Black, now?" The goblin had a playful smile on his face. "Well, I still want some answers first." Said Harry, with a serious face. "Of course. I will help with what I can." Said Silverspear, bowing his head slightly. "Well. First, my father was related to James Potter? This made me curious. How does this Lord thing work? And from where came all these titles? I still know very little about the pure-blood things, since Dumbledore didn't take his job as my Magical Guardian seriously." Sighing, the goblin started to explain some things to the raven-haired boy. "Yes, your father was related to James, who is in truth some kind of uncle to you, after all, James was Gwyn's cousin." Harry blinked dumbly, in awe with that revelation.

"Unfortunately they weren't close, because of your great-uncle and your grandfather. Once they discussed the future of the Potter Family, and things went very badly. They fight with each other. Then your grandfather leaves the family mansion and went to live with his wife and son, separated from his brother, sister-in-law, and nephew. After that, they rarely saw each other again." Explained Silverspear. "Now I'll explain where the titles came from." The boy nodded with his head, to let the goblin understand he was listening carefully to what was being said.

"The Black title comes from your mother's family. As Sirius Black was in prison and is currently on the run, he can't claim the title. Maybe if he clears his name he holds a chance to claim the title, but I think that is difficult to happen since he always hated his own family. And your government, which is beyond corrupt, will kill him first than pardoning his 'crimes'." Said the goblin sarcastically. "And you are the next oldest male in line. Even if you were not, you would get the title, as the only other possibility is Draco Malfoy. But, because of a requirement set by the former Lord Black, he can only claim the title if he doesn't claim the Malfoy title. And this is unlikely to happen, as there is no other heir to Malfoy title." With the explanation from the account manager, Harry could understand easily how he became the Heir from these two families.

"The Potter title came in the same way as the Black, the title came from your father's family. Your father specifically wasn't Lord Potter. James was, but then your father died, and how James doesn't have an Heir, you are the heir, since there no other Potter male to claim the title. And on the other hand, James Potter himself appointed you as his Heir, so in any case, you would have the Potter lordship in your shoulders." Harry was increasingly surprised by the revelations that appeared in his inheritance test.

"Well, now I'll explain a little about the business who will be expected by a Lord." Told him Silverspear. "First thing, the Lord from a House is responsible for all the other members, this means that they are your responsibility. Second, you'll control all the money from the houses, the business, and the Estate. This means you'll control how the money will be expended, then you can sell the share of the business you have, you can buy other shares, you can start a business for someone else, begin a partnership. You too can buy and sell your properties, buy lands without properties and this kind of thing. And last, being a Lord from a Most Ancient and Noble House, you have a sit on the Wizengamot, the Wizard Council, where the Laws is made, now you have two seats, but how you are in the school, you'll need a proxy, a person who will vote in your behavior until you can claim the seats by yourself. Unless you had permission from the Headmaster or the Deputy Headmistress to being away from the school when the Wizengamot meet is on." Harry made an effort to listen and understand what the goblin was saying, while he could understand most of that, he'll need to do some personal study to understand all of this business, and effectively made some changes on his accounts.

"Well, I can understand most of that, but I'll need to know more about everything before I can make some changes." Harry began to talk. "I need to know about this before anything else. As soon as I'm done, I'll meet with you again so I can make some changes in my accounts." He said to the little creature, who nods with his head. "But I can make at least one change since I will be Lord Potter, I want to emerge my trust vault in my family vault." Silverspear gave a small smile, his lips curved upwards to be exactly. "An intelligent move, I would say. But first, you'll need to accept the lordships and put the ring in your fingers." Explained the goblin. After that, he pushes a small button on his desk and talked on his language, which Harry couldn't understand. Soon after that, he turned back to the raven-haired boy again.

"Well, now I have to discuss other matters with you. The Horcrux in your scar." Potter could say that his expression became dark with that statement. "What is that, Silverspear?" Sighing deeply, the goblin began his explanation. "Horcrux is an extremely dark artifact. This is one of the foulest arts ever created. A maniac created this thing in an attempt to gain eternal life." Harry's eyes opened wide with that. "So that's how Voldemort managed to survive!" He all but screamed, which made the goblin raise an eyebrow. Harry smiled sheepishly with that.

"Continuing, this artifact needs a murder in a cold blood and a very dark ritual, which I will not speak, after that, a part of the soul of the people who did will be stored on the artifact. And when this person died, his body will vanish, but the soul continues on this plane, like a wrath." The boy's expression turned to anger to horror, and he became pale with the possibility of someone who would do something sick like that just to not die. "This is monstrous." He said, pale sick. "Yes, this thing is an aberration. But the worse of all is, destroy this kind of artifact is extremely difficult. Only two ways to destroy are known." Said Silverspear disgusted to need to speak about this.

"And that is?" Asked Harry "Basilisk Venom and a spell called Fiendfyre." That made the Potter opened his eyes wide. "I don't know anything about this spell, but I know where to find Basilisk Venom." Said him, which made the goblin's eyes almost jump out of his eyelids. "Where?!" Asked him, excitedly.

"In the Chamber of Secrets, in Hogwarts." Explained Harry, before he continues. "And the only people who can go there is me." Silverspear's eyes were shining with glee and a little greed. "But do you only have the poison there?" Asked him. "No, there is a whole Basilisk there." This time, instead of only his eyes, all of his whole face are glowing with joy. "Which length?" "I don't know exactly. But I think is around 70 feet." "70 feet?!" The goblin's expression became flabbergasted, he was thinking the Basilisk was around 30 feet, but 70, that's absurd.***

"That's quite impressive, but now we need to accelerate some things, my Lord. First, how we address you, Lord Black or Lord Potter?" Asked Silverspear to the young Lord. Harry needed to reach a decision, accept his new identity, his parents weren't his parents and yes, his uncle and aunt, although his father was dead, his mother was alive, and for his sake, she doesn't know about his existence. "I prefer to stick for Lord Black, but only at formal moments, I'm still want to be called by my name for those I can trust, so call me Arcturus." The goblin bows slightly to him and showed him a smile. "Thank you, Lord Black." Harry, or better Arcturus, showed he was a little uncomfortable in being called in such a formal way. "Well, Arcturus…" Silverspear was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Here are the rings, sir." Said one goblin after entered on the room. After he delivered the rings to Silverspear, he bowed to the goblin and Arcturus before leaving the room. "Like I was saying, I need to know which Lordship you will choose to accept, Arcturus." The Black boy blinked dumbly for a little time before speaking again. "I don't understand, I only can choose one?" That made the account manager laugh. "No, boy. I just want to know if you want to take the two Lordships or if you want to take only one." Arcturus' eyes opened in realization, finally understanding what the goblin was saying to him.

'This time I won't go again to be what they expect me to be. I will be myself! Not anymore that Harry Potter who was the Golden Good Boy, that Harry Potter who bowed his head to Dumbledore every time and accepts everything from everyone. No! Now, I am Arcturus Charlus Black Potter, and I'm proud to be who I am. The time to sniveling is over, now its time to show them myself, the cunning, ambitious, brave and fearless Arcturus.' The boy thought with his eyes closed before opened them with them burning with determination. "I will accept all of the Lordships that I inherited." Said Black with confidence. Silverspear nodded with respect. "Here, you can put one ring in each ring finger. Since you prefer to be addressed as Lord Black, you'll need to put the Black ring in your wand hand's ring finger. The Potter ring can stay on the other ring finger." The goblin explained delivering a box to Arcturus, who nodded understanding the procedure. "Before you could put the rings, we need to take care of the Horcrux first, 'cause I know that thing will try to interfere with the acceptance of the lordship." The account manager explained to him.

Before Potter could do anything, Silverspear pushed the button on his desk again, and said a few words in gobbledegook, and take the ring's box from Arcturus and put it on his desk. And then he indicated to the emerald-eyed boy follow him. The young Lord followed Silverspear to the end of the account manager's room, where had a door. Behind the door, there was a cart like the ones who were used to reach the vaults, but it seems more… reserved. Without a word, he entered the cart together with the goblin, and the cart began to move, faster than any other he used before. Less than 5 minutes later, the cart stopped. After disembarking the cart, the boy follows the goblin through a small corridor, who had approximately 16 feet length and 6 feet wide, at the end of the corridor there was a double golden door, with 9 feet height. Both walked fast and went through the door without stopping, and Arcturus' mouth dropped after seeing the place where he was.

This new room was big as hell, 65 feet length, 49 feet wide, and 32 feet height, the walls were made of some kind of rock. But just looking at them, it was possible to say that these rocks weren't simple, maybe they were magical rocks, maybe not. There were at least six pillars in the room, made of gold and connecting the floor to the ceiling. And in the center of the room, there was a round stone, however, it was not exactly a circle, the edge was irregular, meaning that the stone was natural, and not polished. "Welcome to the ritual chamber." Said Silverspear with an evil grin. "It has been some time since a human put a foot in this place. Take off all your clothes and lay off on your back on the stone. I will bring the healers to see your case. They will evaluate if you have other wounds on your body. If you have, they will heal you, undo your glamour and remove the Horcrux." Explain the goblin, looking to the young Lord seriously.

"Right. How much this will cost?" This made an evil smile appear on the face of the goblin. "Now you're speaking my tongue. I can say this will cost you 5 thousand galleons." Thinking about the price, Arcturus asked. "The galleons were just for you or for the healers too?" "For everyone." Answered Silverspear, seriously. "Then you can take 10 thousand, from the 669 Vault." The goblin got flabbergasted with that. Normally, the wizards always trying to give the least possible to goblins. However, the young Lord did the opposite, he increased the amount of money the goblins would earn. Bowing lower with the respect increasing, Silverspear leaves the ritual room to bring the healers, while Arcturus takes off all his clothes and lay off on his back in the stone.

5 minutes later, Silverspear came back with 6 healers, all of them with specific clothes which indicated they are healers. "Good, you are in position." Said one of them. Their clothes make it almost impossible to tell them apart. And they all seemed to be serious, all the time. "Close your eyes, and be ready. This will hurt like hell to you, wizard." Explained another healer.

Sighing, the young Lord closed his eyes. One person can be prepared for almost everything, but if there is one thing anyone couldn't be prepared is pain, even the least pain possible. Arcturus already knew that when the healers started to sing, in a grotesque voice, but this was different from the gobbledegook, and yet he couldn't understand what they're saying. And soon after the singing has started, the only thing that Black knew was pain, like he never had felt before. His screams filled the ritual chamber, they were very loud, and distressing too. Not long after the screaming starts, Arcturus felt his vision darken and lose his consciousness in the.