The grey heir

The cupboard under the stairs had never felt colder.

But Harry Potter didn't shiver.

He lay in the darkness, staring at the familiar crack in the ceiling. The smell of floor cleaner, old wood, and loneliness filled his lungs. This should have been suffocating. It used to be.

But not anymore.

He remembered war.

He remembered betrayal.

He remembered dying — and meeting **Death**.

And most of all, he remembered being given a gift:

A ring, black as night, etched with a mark older than any wand or wandmaker.

The **true Ring of the Peverell bloodline**, gifted by Death himself.

It pulsed now, faintly, beneath his shirt. A quiet promise in the dark.

> "Take back what was yours.

> The world will not cage you again."

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By the time the sun touched Privet Drive, the cupboard door hung open.

The Dursleys were asleep. Vernon's snores like thunder upstairs. Harry crept out the front door, left the key under the mat, and vanished into the morning mist.

Harry Potter — or rather, **Lord Peverell** — had already slipped beyond their reach.

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The **Leaky Cauldron** was quiet at sunrise. Just one lantern burned over the bar. The air smelled of smoke, stew, and old magic.

Harry pushed open the door and stepped in.

The barman — a thin, balding man with clouded eyes — looked up from a mug he was wiping. "You alright, lad? Bit early for school shopping."

Harry kept his posture small. Innocent. He gave a nervous smile.

"I… I think I'm in the wrong place, sir. Someone told me I could get to a shop called… Diagon Alley? From here?"

The man raised an eyebrow, then squinted.

"You alone?"

Harry nodded. "My parents… they passed. I'm just trying to find someone who can help me. I didn't know where else to go."

Tom's expression softened. He leaned his elbows on the bar.

"Well, you found the right place, strange as it is. That wall out back? Bit of a trick. I'll show you."

He grabbed a bent wand from behind the counter and led Harry into the small courtyard behind the pub.

"Three up, two across — like so…"

He tapped the bricks.

The wall rippled.

And then, with a great grinding of ancient stone, it opened like a mouth yawning wide.

Light spilled into the alley beyond. Shops came to life. The heartbeat of magic thrummed through the cobbled street.

**Diagon Alley**.

"Go straight on to Gringotts, that big white building at the end. They'll know what to do with you."

Harry bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, sir."

"Keep your wand ready when you get one," Tom said, giving him a wink. "And stay outta Knockturn."

Harry nodded, heart pounding.

He stepped into the alley.

And the world opened for the second time in his life.

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**Gringotts** loomed at the alley's end like a white mountain.

The goblins at the doors said nothing as he passed. Inside, chandeliers glinted above cold marble floors. The place was alive with the scent of old magic and richer secrets.

Harry walked straight to the nearest counter.

The goblin barely looked up. "State your business."

"I am Harry James Potter. I request a full **Sealed Inheritance Test** under House Law."

A pause.

The goblin snorted. "And what proof does a waif bring to demand such authority?"

Harry calmly placed a small scroll with Death's sigil on the counter — left for him before his return. The moment it touched the marble, the sigil glowed with quiet power.

The goblin's face went blank.

He stood without a word and rang a silver bell three times.

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They took him deeper than any student or visitor had gone.

Past gold. Past vaults. Into chambers lined with obsidian and flame.

There, a goblin in ceremonial crimson waited beside a basin of black fire.

"I am Ironbone, Keeper of Ancestral Records."

He gave a single nod. "That seal is older than the Ministry. It is valid. We proceed."

Harry placed his palm above the basin. His blood hissed in the flame. Magic surged.

A scroll unraveled in midair — glowing gold, etched with ancient runes. It updated itself line by line.

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Bloodline Record: Harry James Potter

Status:Reinserted into Temporal Continuum – Authorized by Death

Age:11 (Magically Recognized as Adult – Deathbound)

Magical Guardian:Albus Dumbledore – Status: Unlawfully Appointed

Sealed Wills Detected

James Potter – Illegally Sealed

Lily Evans-Potter – Illegally Sealed

Bloodlines Confirmed

Potter(via James Potter)

Peverell(via James Potter)

Gryffindor(via paternal line)

Slytherin (via Lily potter)

Black (Dorea potter neèBlack)

Wizengamot Seats

Potter-Active

Peverell– Dormant

Gryffindor– Dormant

Slytherin – Dormant

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Pedestals rose from the floor. Rings hovered, glowing with house magic:

Stag and Sun— Potter

Crimson lion — Gryffindor

Silver Serpent— Slytherin

Dark Obsidian thestral— Peverell(already worn)

Harry stepped forward. The magic knew him. Each ring slid into place with quiet acceptance.

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Primary Holdings

Potter

Vaults: 82M Galleons

Heirloom vault contains family herlooms and magic books

Potter Manor, Blackstone Keep

Holdings in Nimbus, St. Mungo's, Flourish & Blotts

Peverell

Vaults: 121M Galleons

Heirloom vault (contains wills of peverell brothers)

Black Hollow Fortress (Death-Warded Stronghold)

Artifacts: Hallows, Chronicle Stone, Crown of Shadows

Gryffindor

Vaults: 44M Galleons

Gryffindor Bastion (ruins)

Codex of Flameborn, Sword of Gryffindor (sealed)

Slytherin

Vaults: 57M Galleons

Heirloom vault (contain family magic books and rituals

Slytherin castle, hogwards castle,

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Ironbone's voice dropped low.

"You now possess more magic and legacy than any wizard of your generation. And yet your file states that Albus Dumbledore remains your guardian."

Harry's eyes gleamed. "Not for long."

Ironbone nodded solemnly.

"Do you wish to view the sealed will of James and Lily Potter, Lord Potter?"

Harry smiled.

But it was cold.

"Yes. Let's begin with what he tried to steal from me."