Harry Potter:blood legacy

"- About what?" the boy asked curiously, tilting his head.

"- Your scar."

"- What about it?"

"- Well, according to what everyone else has heard, you were supposed to have a single lightning bolt, not... this." She pointed at it.

"- It just turned into this one day." Harry shrugged. "If everyone supposedly knows about my scar, why hasn't anyone ever told me anything about it, and why does everyone know?"

"- I'm not sure about the answer to your last question," Bathsheba admitted. "After you-know-who died, news spread across the country that you defeated him. As for the first part, well, I didn't say anything when we first met because we barely knew each other, and I didn't want to seem rude. As for everyone else, I think people either didn't know who you were and just thought you had a strange scar, or they were so excited to meet the Boy Who Lived that they didn't notice, or maybe they thought you did something odd to it, or perhaps something else entirely."

"- Well, I didn't do anything to it." Harry rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I have another question. If I want to come here again, do I need to contact you or something?"

"- Hmm, not necessarily. If you'd like, you can ask a Muggle taxi to drop you off at Charing Cross Road or summon the Knight Bus."

"- The Knight Bus?"

"- Yes, it's a special bus for witches and wizards. Just step out onto any street and make sure no one's watching before you extend your wand, and it will show up soon. Pay the fare, and it will take you wherever you need to go. If you'd like, we can take it to your house now."

"- Sure." Harry smiled.

"- I didn't like that," the boy concluded as he stepped off the bus, holding a suitcase with all his school supplies in his left hand and a cage with his feathered postal worker in his right. The owl and Jet made several annoyed sounds, expressing their own dissatisfaction with the ride. The Knight Bus had felt like a very fast roller coaster—though Harry had never been on one—but without any safety measures. He had almost been thrown from his seat and nearly landed on his owl. He would have, if Bathsheba hadn't managed to catch him.

"- Understandable," the professor nodded. "That's why I prefer Apparition."

"- I liked that even less." Harry snorted.

"- You'll get used to it," Bathsheba shrugged. "Anyway, we're back. Do you want me to come in and talk to your family?" she asked, noticing the car in the driveway.

"- No, it's fine. If I have any questions, I'll just send my owl to you. That's okay, right?"

"- Of course. And you remember the rule about no underage magic during the summer, don't you?"

"- Yes." Harry nodded, doing his best to hide his disappointment at not being able to use magic at home. For now, all he could do was imagine what he might do to the Dursleys if not for the blasted restriction. Fortunately, his snakes could still keep them in check.

"- Good, and I'm glad I didn't mention the part where the trace doesn't actually activate until you're officially enrolled at Hogwarts," Bathsheba casually noted, causing Harry to stare at her in shock. "You do understand that I'm not supposed to tell you that, right?" A small smile played on her lips.

"- Of course." The boy grinned mischievously. "Completely understand."

"- Good." The professor realized she probably shouldn't have told him that, but there was something about the child that made her want to help him. And that smile—the pure joy and elation on his face—was worth it. Perhaps it was the impression she'd gotten about his relatives that drove her to assist him. "Are you sure you don't want me to come in and talk to your aunt and uncle?" she asked one last time, hoping he'd say yes.

"- I'm sure, thank you." Harry nodded. The woman barely resisted the urge to frown but nodded in agreement.

"- Alright, then I'll see you at Hogwarts," she said, bidding him farewell before Apparating away.

Harry shook his head before heading to the door, which was already open, so he didn't bother knocking. Once he had unpacked his belongings in his room, he remembered something that infuriated him, prompting him to head straight to the living room.

"- You lied to me, you fat pieces of pig dung!" he growled as he looked at Petunia and Vernon, ignoring Dudley. "You told me my parents were drunks who died in a car crash!"

"- What...what are you..." his uncle began, but Harry cut him off.

"- I met a teacher who works at the same school my parents attended! Why did you tell me they drunkenly died in a car accident when they were killed by a terrorist?!" At that moment, he noticed his relatives weren't focused on him but on something behind him. Harry turned around and saw an elderly man and woman staring at him with their mouths open. "Oh...hello," he mumbled awkwardly. "You must be Uncle Vernon's business partners. Well...I won't bother you." He smiled before quickly leaving the room.

The next day, Harry did end up summoning that crazy bus and made his way to Diagon Alley and Gringotts to ask questions he hadn't wanted to ask yesterday in the professor's presence. Yes, she had been nice, but he wasn't ready to trust her completely.

"- Excuse me," he said, approaching the head teller.

"- Ah, Mr. Potter." The goblin inclined his head. "How may Gringotts assist you today?"

"- I have questions about my family and its finances. I'd like to speak to someone who can provide answers."

"- Very well. Anything else, Mr. Potter?"

"- Not at the moment." Harry shook his head as another goblin appeared beside him.

"- He will escort you to the manager of the Potter family accounts," the head teller explained. "May your gold flow like a river, and may your enemies die a terrible death."

"- Thank you. May your gold flow like a river, and may your enemies drown in a vat of their own sweat." (Translator's note: What the heck? I can't tell if he's being serious or just messing around.)

"- Mr. Potter, where do you get such responses?" the goblin asked curiously.

"- I have an active imagination and relatives I dislike who sweat a lot," the boy shrugged.

"- Hah." The teller smirked. "You are an interesting human, Mr. Potter."

"- Thank you. As are you." Harry nodded before following his escort.

Harry sat in an empty compartment of the Hogwarts Express, dressed in black sneakers, blue jeans, and a gray shirt under a black hoodie. He was grateful to Professor Babbling for not forgetting to tell him how to find the platform; otherwise, he might have gotten stuck there.

The past few weeks had been spent with the Dursleys, who were less than pleased that their "dear" nephew had ruined an important business meeting. However, they couldn't express their anger since he still had his snakes—and now a wand. Aunt Petunia had tried pointing out that he couldn't use magic outside of school—knowledge she had because of Lily being a witch—but Harry had happily informed her that until he officially started at Hogwarts, he was allowed to use magic.

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