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A/N A lot of you are asking me to turn this into a story, so to test the water this is the second chapter of the previous idea I posted. I don't have a title yet, so any suggestions would be a big help. I can tell you if this story was to be written it would involve Harry taking a number of witches under house protection, many of the neutral families and few muggle-borns, Some of the Slytherin will also be neutral, as for final pairing.

Harry/Daphne/Hermione/Luna Hermione will Lady Potter, Daphne Lady Slytherin and Luna Lady Black.

Gringotts Potter Account Manager

After the will reading Harry had been led to another part of the bank, this according to the goblins was where all accounts were managed for those clients who were more wealthy than most. Harry wasn't sure what he was worth, in fact he didn't really care. Harry looked to his left where Hermione was holding his hands, he had been a little nervous of meeting his account manager and asked her if she would come with him. The headmaster had also asked if he could sit in on the meeting. Harry had out right refused, after all he should have heard his parents will last summer but the headmaster had neglected to inform him. Harry and Hermione turned as the door opened and a well dressed goblin walked in with a huge heavy ledger in his arms.

" Forgive my lateness but I had to collect a few things before we begin." The goblin took a seat behind his desk and then looked over to the young lord. "My name is Backslicer I've been the Account manager for the Most Ancient Noble House of Potter for over seventy years. I am pleased that you have finally come in to see us, now how would like me to address you. Lord Black or Mr potter."

Harry looked across to the Goblin. "Sir, does it have to be either of those two, I would prefer you to call me just Harry, if that is okay with you."

The goblin stayed silent for while and then pushed a pair spectacles onto his nose, he then opened the ledger. "If that is how you wish me to address Harry then I will do so. Now unlike your late godfather your parents left more of a traditional will for you look through." The goblin handed over two pieces of parchment to the young wizard who looked at each one. Most of it was the same as Sirius except there were not being projected. Harry looked down at what his parents had left to others and finally what he would inherit

"Backslicer have all these last request been granted? It seems my Parents had a great deal they wish to give away to different parties. Have all those parties received their share?"

The Goblin inclined his head. "The will was unsealed a few days after the deaths of your mother and father. Everyone who attended received what they were suppose to. All except the late lord Black of course who was locked up in Azkaban accused of betraying your parents."

Harry nodded and looked down the list of guardians he was suppose to go to, and then right at the bottom both Potters have made it quite clear he was to go nowhere near the Dursley for their hatred of magic, they also wanted Harry to under-go an inheritance test, just in case he was the head of some lesser vaults. Harry didn't know what that meant, but he noticed the old goblin had now placing a small chalice onto the desk, and beside was a wicked curved knife. Harry eyed the two items with a hint of worry. "I assume they are for the Inheritance ritual my parents wanted me to take part in."

Backslicer nodded. "Indeed, however we are not what your parents intended to find, but, it was requested in their will and so we have to perform it. Now if you could take this dagger and slice it across the palm of your hands. Do not worry the blade his enchanted so as the cut is made it will heal automatically. We only need a small amount of blood."

Harry took the knife and winced as he made a small cut in the palm of his hand. He held his palm over the chalice until a few drops had dripped in the cup. It was then like Backslicer had said the cut had healed. Harry watched as the goblin move the chalice and then laid out a large piece of old parchment across the desk. He then poured the contents of the chalice over the paper, where the blood began to run over the page and soon form a diagram of sorts. Listed at the top was a few details.

Harry James Potter fifteen years old 31/07/1980

Father: James Potter

Mother: Lily Ann Potter ( Evans)

Vaults entitled to four

Black Vault: 35 million galleons, nine hundred and sixty two and 54 knuts.

Potter main family vault :75 million galleons six hundred and thirty two sickles and 67 knuts

Harry James Potter: 50,000 galleons (Instruction to be refilled every year from the year of 1991)

Slytherin Vault: 1 million galleons, four hundred and forty three sickles, and 26 knuts (By right of Conquest)

Harry heard the sharp gasp from his friend Hermione, he too had been surprised by the results, not so much the Potter, Black and his trust vault, although he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to spend that amount in a life-time, but by the fact he was the Heir of Slytherin by right of conquest what ever that meant.

Backslicer examined the parchment. "Well, it looks like it was a good idea for you to take the test after all Harry. The rightful Heir was a one Tom Marvalo Riddle but he forfeited the title of Slytherin in the year of 1981 when you bested him in one on one combat. May I be the first to congratulate you on your new title of Lord Slytherin.

Harry placed his head in his hands, by some sick, twisted prank he was in fact the heir of Slytherin, he turned to Hermione and noticed the surprise on her face, but she hadn't said anything. Harry then watched as Backslicer produced two small boxes and opened them to show the head of house ring for Potter and another for house Slytherin. Harry took out the Potter ring and placed it on his fingers, suddenly his memories began to flash before his eyes like a picture show. He watched as he trained using Slytherin spell book he had found in a secret study in the chamber of secrets. He watched as he read the book and trained in using the spells, and how he had trained with Sirius in the private using the room of requirements and a time turner. He watched the battle which unfolded at the ministry and how he had heard the prophecy and finally the duel in which he had faced Voldemort and used several dark spells and parceltongue magic including casting two unforgivables. The memory then switched to his huge argument in Dumbledore office where it had suddenly cut off. Harry could hear the sound of a girl voice calling him.

"Harry, wake up, Harry" The young wizard slowly opened his eyes, and noticed the concern on his best friends face. He noticed he was still in the office of his account manager. It had then dawned on Harry just what had happened. Dumbledore had obliviated him of all those memories, that was the final straw for Harry, he would never trust Dumbledore again. Harry noticed Hermione was still looking at him with worried.

"I'm fine Hermione, must have been the family rings, the sudden infuse of magic, I guess." Harry then looked down at the the ring that had two snakes one on either side, and they were coiled around an emerald in the middle of the ring. Harry suddenly had flash back to how he had discovered the hidden study of Slytherin in the chamber.

Hogwarts Year four

Harry Potter was fed up, he was in his forth year at Hogwarts. The school had turned on him once again, this time someone had placed his name in the Goblet of fire, an ancient artefact that chose champions to compete in a tournament called the Tri-wizard Cup. Three school were competing and Hogwarts was playing host. Harry was hoping for a normal year, but obviously that was just too much to ask. When the three champions name had come out of the goblet he had clapped with the rest of the great hall. Cedric Diggory was an excellent choice to represent them at the tournament, and then it had happened. The Goblet had spat out another name. His name. Now his best friend Ron was calling him a cheat, and glory hog. Honestly if the arse actually though for once with his head instead of his mouth he might have realised that he couldn't possibly had placed his name in the Goblet due to the age line for a start. The twins had tried to fool the age line and suffered. Both had grown huge white beards, much to the amusement of the others in the Great hall. His friend Hermione though had been a surprise, although she hadn't accused him like Ron, he had noticed she did seem to be a lot less clingy with him. Harry had just wanted to vanish, maybe leave Hogwarts. He didn't want to deal with the transfigured badges that read Cedric Diggory, and then changed to Potter stinks every time he got close to one, or the constant hex attacks he had to defend himself against. Everywhere he looked eyes was on him, it was Heir of Slytherin all over again. Harry then had a brainstorm. The Chamber of Secrets, no one knew where it was except him, and Ron would be too damn stupid to even thing he had gone down there. Plus there was body of the dead, rotting Basilisk. Harry had learnt certain parts of it fetched huge amounts on the open market. Potion market especially. As he had killed it, then by law the spoils were his to do with as he wished. Reading in the library sometimes did come in handy. Making up his mind he made a beeline for the third corridor bathroom.

Harry entered the bathroom and wasn't surprised to see he had disturb Moaning Myrtle, who in fact seemed quite please to see him.

"Harry, what are you doing here? Did you come to see me?"

Harry groaned, and nodded. "Not only you Myrtle but I wanted to head back down to the chamber, how have you been anyway." Harry noticed the ghost appeared directly in front of him.

"I can't complain really, been pretty boring since your second year, no one uses this bathroom of course because of me. Why do you want to go down there?"

Harry then explained what was going on at school, the tournament and how his name was placed in the goblet, he told her about how the whole school had turned on him, even his best friends were avoiding him.

"Well Harry you could always die and spend the rest of your life with me here." Harry watched as the Mrytle was getting a little close for comfort. He smiled.

"Thanks Myrtyle I will keep that in mind." Harry then walked to the centre sink and found the tap with the small snake on the side. He closed his eyes, focused and hissed.

"Open" Harry stepped back as the whole centre began to open, until he could see the hole that would lead him to the chamber. Harry jumped down the hole, and held on for dear life as he slid round and round, until it threw him off at the bottom. Harry dusted himself down, he looked to where Lockhart had caused the cave in, there was just enough room for him to squeeze through, however to be on the save side Harry used a small blasting hex which cleared the rubble. He placed his wand back in the holster and carried on through until he came to the huge metal door. It was already swung open, not surprising really seeing how he and the others had been rescued by Fawkes. Harry was expecting a strong whiff of decaying Basilisk, but there wasn't any. He stepped into the chamber and looked around. The body of the Basilisk was still laid in the pool where he had killed it two years ago. He climbed down the stairs and walked towards the body. Harry was wondering how he was going to harvest this thing, when he got an idea.

"Dobby?" There was soft pop and Dobby the now free house-elf appeared before him.

"Great Harry potter called Dobby, What can Dobby do for great Harry Potter." Harry smiled down at the small elf and then pointed to the body. Dobby hadn't even see the Basilisk and jumped with fright when he laid eyes on it. "Harry Potter is greatest wizard of all to kill snake."

Harry appreciated the compliment. "Thank you Dobby, I called you here because I was wondering if you could help me harvest this body. I know this Basilisk is worth a lot of money for potion especially and the skin can be used to tamper armour.

Dobby turned to the body he clicked his fingers and Harry watched stunned as the whole body was soon reduced to nothing but bones. All the parts he could sell were in jar covered in status spells and the thick skin was rolled up and fastened with a strap. Harry turned to Dobby.

"Excellent Dobby." Harry watched as the small elf puffed out his chest with pride. "Now I know you're bound to Hogwarts, but is there anyway you can leave the wards and take this stuff to my Godfather Sirius Black, and ask that he stores it in his family vault."

Dobby nodded. "Old long beard not called Dobby, only if long beard calls Dobby will he have to tell. Dobby can take stuff to Great Harry Potter godfather." Dobby popped away with all the jars and the skin.

Harry had never had time to explore the chamber after he killed the Basilisk, but right now he didn't feel like being with the rest of the school. Harry noticed the huge bust of Slytherin, he walked around the pool. He noticed another small Snake engraved at the side of his head. Two years ago he had been running for his life, so he wasn't surprised he hadn't noticed. Harry closed his eyes and hissed.

"Open" There was loud rumbling and suddenly the wall began to part just like it did when you entered Diagon alley from the back of the Leaky Cauldron. The room wasn't that big, but Harry did noticed a small book case and a rather comfy chair. There were no portraits or such, but there was a small desk and on it was several books. One was a journal of Slytherin himself the other two were spell books. Harry flicked through the spell book at first he just saw random symbol, however the more he stared at the pages, the more noticed the symbols began to shift until he could read the text plain as day. Harry closed the book and read the title.

Salazar Slytherin book of Parcel tongue spells and magic.

Harry took a seat in the big comfy chair and had began to read. Suddenly Dobby popped back.

"Dogfather said he was happy to take ingredients long as great Harry Potter shares. Dogfather will take to Gringotts and get goblins to weigh it and any gold rendered is split between you and Dogfather."

Harry frowned playfully. "Deal tell the old mutt I accept." Harry watched as Dobby popped away, he laughed to himself and carried on reading.

Present Gringotts

Harry noticed Backslicer was trying to gain his attention. "Are you okay Lord Potter-Black, you seemed to be spacing out quite a bit." Harry nodded at the Goblin and then removed the ring, he slipped it onto his finger and suddenly the Magic of house Slytherin washed over him. He looked to his left hand where three rings were now on his fingers. Harry looked up at the Goblin.

"Backslicer a year ago the late lord Black bought remains of Basilisk do you know what was done with it? Harry watched as the goblin nodded.

"Indeed Mi lord, it was weighed and bought by ourselves. Such ingredients is hard to come by these days, we did ask the late lord Black how he had acquired it and he had been a little reserved in telling us. He said that he wanted his share to go into the Black vault and the other share to go in the Potter vault. Which reminds me. Inside the Black vault you will find another small gift for you."

Harry looked across to Backslicer. "Can I visit my vaults now?"

Deep within Gringotts

Harry and Hermione hands gripped the handle bars of the mine cart, he didn't know what a roller coaster was after all he had never ridden one, but that is how Hermione had described their ride. Harry looked to the track in front of them and noticed it lopped. Below them was nothing but an abyss of darkness, however something caught their eyes. A flicker of bright flames. As they got closer and lower they came to see what had been causing the flame it was a huge Dragon chained in the centre of column of pillars. Harry noticed it was being kept occupied by several Goblins while more was busy emptying one vault into another. BoneSlicer exited the cart, Harry noticed Hermione had grabbed hold of his arm tightly as the both looked at the dragon.

"Quickly Mi lord come along, don't worry about him. You now stand where the vaults of our most esteemed clients keep their gold and wealth. The team you see before you are actually busy emptying the Lestrange vault and everything in it into your vault. There was sudden shout and one of the goblin suddenly fell and started shaking violently."

"Excuse me Mi lord" Backslicer and the other goblins ran to where one of their own was now laid, the shakes had stopped and the poor goblin laid still. Harry noticed in its hand was a silver cup, and engraved on it was a badger. He could feel some nasty magic wash over him, and backed off quickly. He noticed Backslicer had also been drawn to the cup, suddenly there was a large shout.

"A Horcrux! Quickly send for the curse breakers, Mi lord please stand back." Harry stepped back, he wondered what a Horcrux was.

"Excuse Backslicer but what is a Horcrux?" Harry noticed his account manager turned to him and frowned.

"Dark magic Mi Lord, a Horcrux is a soul achor. A witch of wizard splits their sale by a ritual which calls for an act of murder. The soul piece is then attached to the items. Our curse breakers deal with them abroad on a regular basis. However we have never found one within our vaults. Had the Lestranges been alive and Bellatrix no name was present then she would be immediately executed.

Harry kept looking towards the cup, it must have been of great importance for them to break the rules and store in the vault. Harry suddenly fell and cried out as scar began to glow an angry red, Voldemort was using their connection again and he was pissed. The pain was ten time worse of what he had felt last year, suddenly Harry fell and knew no more.

Harry suddenly stood up and noticed he was no longer inside the mines of Gringotts, but was now stood in the hallway of a very expensive furnished house. He could hear screams coming from one of the rooms. Harry wand out charged into the room and what he saw made him sick. There on the floor was girl who couldn't have been more than seven, Voldemort was stood over her, and was chanting. Harry raised his wand but no spell would fire. He then charged towards Riddle, as he did he ghosted through the image. He got to his feet and then noticed the Dark lord wasn't alone. Harry's eyes were drawn to a small silver cup that was now sitting on the table. That was the same Cup he had seen at the vault. Harry also noticed there was a robed figure kneeling just outside the ritual circle. Harry watched helpless as the girl screamed, and the circle glowed brighter and brighter. He watched Voldemort raise his wand, however before he cast the spell he turned and his eyes narrowed.

"Potter! You have seen enough!" Harry suddenly found the vision fading, until he woke up, and sat up sharply. What had that been all about.