The Silence in Black & White

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Ch 1.

Harry lay on the bed farthest from the doors of the hospital wing, in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the dragon sword of Slytherin clutched in his hand, which it hadn’t left from the moment he picked it up, seconds before Voldemort’s headless body collapsed, and said head rolled to his feet.
Harry was perfectly fine, not scratch on him, but Dumbledore had insisted that he stay in the hospital wing. ‘Probably so he can watch me like a hawk again.’ Harry thought bitterly. Madam Pomfrey came in and sat his lunch on the bedside table. “How are we feeling Mr. Potter?”
Harry looked at her and smiled, that was another thing, Harry hadn’t spoken a word since the day before his defeat of Voldemort.
“Can I get you to talk to me?” Harry smirked and words appeared in the air in front of her face in emerald letters. ‘You can try, but we both know it’s a wasted effort.’ “I just don’t understand. Your perfectly healthy, except for your magic is twice as strong as Albus’s.” ‘I’ll speak, when I get ready.’ “Alright, I’ll leave you alone.” ‘Get some work done! It must be piling up!’ “You always know what to say, even when your not talking.”
Pomfrey left, and ten minutes later Narcissa Malfoy swooped in, looking so cheerful. “And how are you Mr. Potter?” Harry smiled, it was people like Narcissa; people who truly cared for Harry for himself, not the saviour of the wizarding world, that made killing Voldemort really worth it. And to think, if Dumbles hadn’t broken his trust then he never would have run away from the Dursley’s.
Harry stood on the stairs inside number four privet drive, little Whinging, Surrey, as Dumbledore spoke to his relatives. They had assured Dumbles that they had put Harry in his Place, by beating him, and slipping the drug into his food to make sure that he was asleep for the next few days.
“Good, that will be enough time for the date to pass by. You will get your two million pounds at the end of the week. Work him hard, I want the little shit almost completely broken when we get him at the end of August.”
Harry felt as if he were dying inside. Dumbledore was planning on stealing money from him. As he sat there and listen to the three of them, Vernon, Petunia and Dumbles, plot out his abusive summer something Dark uncurled in Harry.
He slipped, dead silent, back into his room and held out his hand. ‘Pack’ he hissed in parseltongue. All of his things, instead of flying into his trunk, simply disappeared from where they were and reappeared, nicely, in his trunk. He checked downstairs, everyone was sitting down there talking as if nothing was wrong
Harry then went into his aunts bedroom and hissed out, ‘Come to me, Harry Potter’s rightful inheritance!’ several rings and necklaces, both men’s and women’s, came flying to him, as well as a packet of paper. Harry looked at it, it was the deed to number 4.
Harry wandlessly shrunk his bag and put it in his pocket, wrapping his cloak around him. He sat on the stairs, waiting for everyone to leave. Dumbles left and Vernon and Petunia lumbered upstairs, Harry scooted back to avoid being trampled.
After he was sure they were asleep he crept from the house, sneaking around Mundungus Fletcher, who was passed out drunk across the street. ‘If the lazy sod gets fired because of this, he deserves it, stealing from Sirius!’
Harry hailed the knight bus and got off at the leaky cauldron. His body was moving on auto pilot as thoughts of revenge danced through his mind. He paid for a room and went up, thoughts on how he could ruin certain peoples lives. Harry settled into his room, eyes landing on an empty owl perch that came with the room. Dumbles had decided that Hedwig would be safer with the order, and since Harry knew he would get no mail that summer, he allowed her to go.
Feeling restless Harry fished out a dreamless sleep potion he had stolen from Snape and downed it. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
He awoke to the sun burning his eyes. “Shit!.” he rolled out of bed, shed his clothes and ran a hot bath. He emerged in a cloud of steam after scrubbing his skin red. He found a full breakfast laid out for him and ate in the buff.
Finally puling on some clothes, after sun bathing naked, he left his room; pulling the hood of his cloak up to hide his face.
“Good morning Tom.” “Good morning, what shall I call ye?” “Underhill.” “Alright, Mr. Underhill.” “I’ll be out shopping today, but I will return tonight.” “Very good sir.” “And if anyone asks about our mutual friend, he was never here.” “Of course Mr. Underhill.” Harry nodded and left. His first stop, Gringotts.
Harry entered the magical bank and walked up to a teller. “Mr?” “Underhill.” “Right, Underhill. Well Mr. Underhill, I suppose you want to see your account manager?” “Of course.” the goblin closed his station and led Harry to a pair of doors, he pressed a button that said, Potter/Black, and the doors opened to reveal a huge office with many desks and at least twenty goblins.
“Only a goblin can press one of those buttons. If a human tried they would be dropped into a bottomless mineshaft.” “Bottomless?” “Not really, but they’d be long dead before they ever hit the bottom.”
Harry was led around desks and through another pair of doors to a single room with two goblins sitting at one large table. “Mr. Underhill, to see his account managers.” the goblin said, smirking.
“Underhill? Is that what the most Ancient and beloved house of Potter is going by nowadays?” “It was necessary to throw certain people off my trail.” “Ah, yes. Nasty bit of business that. Was there anything you wanted?” “Yes, last night I heard something Dumbledore said to my relatives and it sparked my interest.” “Which was?” “Is there something I am needed to do? In regards to my money?” “You have to claim lordship over the Black and Potter vaults. You have been given years to do this, why now?”
“Forgive me.” Harry said, inclining his head to the goblins. “But I was not informed. If letters were sent out, I never got them.” “But your magical guardian was required, by law, to begin training you to take over as Lord Potter.” “I don’t even want to know who that is. What is a magical guardian?” “It is someone from the wizarding world who makes a monthly check on you. It is a requirement for all wizarding children raised as muggles. The magical guardian is also steward to the child’s vault if one exists.”
“You are saying that you know nothing?” “As much as I hate to admit it, I know nothing. All I’ve ever seen is my parent’s vault.” “The vault you withdraw from everytime?” “Yes, why?” “That is the Potter trust. It is filled with one million galleons, and lasts all through the child’s schooling. As soon as the wizard reaches their majority, or claims the family titles, the vault is sealed, refilled and kept ready for the next Potter heir.”
“I want to claim my lordship.” “That is good, two more days and it would have reverted to your steward.” “Can I Fire my steward?” “I suppose you can, why?” “I have reason’s to believe that my vaults have been stolen from. I know nothing of any other vault besides my trust fund vault and I don’t even have that key.” “No matter, the only key you have is the trust fund key, and that can be voided and new locks fitted on the Potter trust.” “Please, do it. And take the fee from the trust.”
“Very well. To claim the Lordship you will need to do a Blood test.” Harry held out his hand and waited. The goblins looked at each other before the Potter account manager picked up a silver knife and came around the table.
Harry held his hand out, palm up, and waited. Vrull, the Potter account manager cut his palm and collected the Blood in a vial. He walked back to his side of the desk and poured the Blood onto a long sheet of parchment. Vrull read the paper as soon as the Blood had finished spelling out words. “Harrison James Potter-Black. Child of Lily Black-Evans Potter and James henry Potter. Heir of Potter/Gryffindor, heir of Black/Ravenclaw, Blood-bonded heir of Slytherin.” “Blood-bonded? What does that mean?” “It means, that because the heir of Slytherin was reborn using your Blood, when he dies, assuming that you are still alive when he dies, the lordship passes on to you.”
“Why does it say my mother was a Black?” Vrull hopped down and was gone before he came back with a folder. “It appears that she and Sirius performed a sibling Blood ritual. He, as regent head of the Black/Ravenclaw line made her his sister by Blood and magic. He was your maternal Uncle, by Blood.”
Harry put his head down, a lone tear falling for Sirius. He looked back up and smiled. “How do I claim the lordships?” “Since you have passed the Blood test you may try the rings on and see if they accept you.” “And if they don’t?” “They will kill you.” Harry sighed and nodded. The two goblins, Vrull and Odom left the room, returning with another folder and two wooden boxes.
“This has just come to our attention. The steward Black has signed emancipation papers for you.” “He did? That sounds like something he would do.” Harry signed the papers, which rolled themselves up and disappeared in a puff of smoke. “Here are your rings.” Harry opened the one with the Gryffindor crest on it. It was a solid band of gold, an inch wide. A large ruby was set in the center. “This is the original ring, the heir’s ring is more fancy, bearing many lions and gryphons. Lord Gryffindor wasn’t very ostentatious.”
Harry slid the ring onto his right ring finger, it tightened and Harry felt his magic spike. Finally the ring sized to fit him comfortably. He opened the box with nothing on it, but was a solid Black wood. The Black/Ravenclaw ring was a silver, inch wide, band with a thing sheet of diamond shaped like a Royal herald. An onyx Raven was shown, mid-flight, with a tiny Scythe clutching in one talon.
“The most noble and Ancient house of Black/Ravenclaw, has always taken a lax approach to Death. Rowena herself is said to have died laughing at the age of two hundred and sixty-two.” Odom said, it was his Place as the Black account manager to inform it’s new Lord of the history behind the funny symbol on the ring. Harry slipped it on.
The ring warmed slightly, then pricked his finger and drew Blood. After a considerable amount of time the ring shrank to fit him. “Well, congratulations Lord Black-Potter.” “What do I do now?” “What ever you want. I would suggest hiring a law wizard to handle your business dealings.” “Business dealings?” “The Black’s and Potter’s have made numerous business deals. And you yourself have made a deal with, Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. You own one third of their business.”
“Alright, is there a law Wizard that my parent’s used?” “There is one. He was fired shortly after your parents passing. Consequently, he currently handles the Black estate.” “Why was he fired?” “He is a former General of the Dark Lord Grindelwald. His right hand man, he escaped persecution by fleeing Germany, where he was stationed, and set himself up as a law Wizard for families of a darker heritage. Sirius Black referred your parents there, told them that any servant of the Dark could keep people off your money.”
“Is he any good?” “Good? The man has never lost a case where he has appeared before the Wizengamot. He’s a political genius as well as just damn stubborn.”
“I like him already.” “You’ll like him even more when you see that no one is too big for him to sue. He’d sue the Queen if someone had a legitimate grievance.”
“Are you hinting at what I hope you are hinting at?” “Mr. Underhill! We would never tell our clients to sue headmaster Dumbledore for fraud and theft!” Harry smiled.
He thanked the goblins and left the bank a happy man.
A rich man.
A free man.