Legacy of Harry Potter

November 1994

Gringotts Wizarding Bank

Luna had returned back to the same room after a visit to the Ravenclaw vault. She, in her hands, was holding a stack of documents. The ring of Ravenclaw was adorned on her finger.

She approached Harry and without any word or hesitation placed a letter in front of Harry and took her seat casually on the other chair.

My magical heir… Hopefully, you are doing well… I am not sure if I should be even happy that I finally found my magical heir.

Harry raised his eyebrows at this particular statement and its bluntness. The style was something which resembled Luna. He continued reading.

Me being uncertain if I should be happy or not about my magical heir… It sounds absurd, does it not? Well, it is not. Why?

Let me tell you something. I assume you are knowledgeable enough to know about 'eyes of magic'. For most people, eyes of magic is a myth… nothing more than a legend. Well, it is a reality. I possess such eyes and so do you. Surprised?

If you did not know, then, register it- you possess eyes of magic.

And what does it entail? No one knows.

Yes, unlike other people, we could see pure magic in its actual form. Be it a ward, a magical spell, a runic formation or simple plain magic coursing through anyone's body, we can see it all.

All these things sound simple… but to see and feel magic is an extraordinary thing. You could understand the working of any magical spell in a moment. You can understand wards in mere moments.

For you drawing runic formation is nothing more than simply sketching using a quill.

All because you can see all of them.

Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance, if you know what they are, were devised by me and uses my power of 'magic of eyes' to know if a child is magical or not.

Hogwarts wards… that powerful ward was drawn by myself.

But are these the only power of eyes of magic? No. No one knows its true potential. Hopefully, you discover them further.

Now how do one possess 'eyes of magic'? Is it a matter of pure coincidence if someone possess it? Is it a matter of pure coincidence if someone is born with it?

No. It is not a matter of coincidence.

A person only true of heart… pure of soul could awaken such eyes. To feel magic… to see it… to manipulate it to your will… you must be as pure as magic itself. Any single shred of evil and you cannot have it.

And who other than any person who possess the same eyes as me to take over my mantle? Who better than a person who is pure at heart and soul? Who better than a person who has been blessed by magic itself?

To fulfil my quest, you have to do nothing. You only have to possess, the eyes of magic.

And now the absurdity of my uncertainty? To have such eyes, you are undoubtedly innocent… too innocent for this cruel world.

I have lived through the same. I have lived through all the bullying and suppression; you might have faced. Why? Just because, we are too innocent for this cruel world.

Our innocence… our simplicity makes us strange in the eyes of other people. And our strangeness makes us a prime target for this world to vent their anger.

I had been fortunate in my life, to have found my pillars of support early in my life. Helga Hufflepuff… Salazar… and Godric… they were the best of friends. They were siblings, I had always dreamt of. They were my protector and my saviour.

Thankfully, over a period of time, they had turned me into a fearsome lady. You will find more of story in my diaries.

I know, that you might have also gone through a lot in your life. And I am not sure of you have found your saviour.

But hopefully, I hope you do soon.

Continue living as truthfully and innocently as you have been till now. But also entail, some ferociousness.

The blessing you have… you are one moment away from becoming a powerful witch. Use it wisely. Never get bullied again.

Rowena Ravenclaw.

Harry read the entire letter with a mild surprise. This was truly unexpected.

Although, he had known somewhat of Rowena's life and her simplicity, contrary to her image now a days, Godric and Salzar had not written about her in so detail.

"I also have found my protectorate," Luna quipped from the side as he placed the letter on her stacks of documents.

Harry smiled in amusement and his gaze then landed on Sharptooth.

The goblin scratched his head as he whispered slowly, "Mr. Potter, if you would at least allow me to share this information with our king?"

Harry, in response, did not say a word and merely continued to stare at Sharptooth.

Understanding, he did not have options, the goblin produced a knife from his pant pockets. With a slashing motion, he made a cut on his palm.

Blood fell from the cut but it did not drop to the ground. The blood drops, instead were suspended in air.

"I Sharptooth, son of Whitetooth, pledges to never reveal to anyone whatever I have witnessed today."

The suspended blood drops, following the oath disappeared and the goblin was surrounded by a flash of light confirming the oath.

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