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The Fall of the House of Potter by bobmin (M)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Harry/Daphne, James/Lily, Neville/Luna/Susan
Length: 46,800
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Bobmin's Fic (Note, you will have to register at the site in order to view the story, but it is well worth it and the site has numerous other very excellent authors.)
Why this must be read: Picking one Bobmin fic is a difficult task. This fic rests on the premise that the Wizarding World, particularly the light, all trust and believe in Dumbledore's inability to get anything wrong. Harry's life therefore, is a result of James and Lily opting to listen to Dumbledore instead of protecting and loving their child like they should. AU from fifth year onwards, it starts with a bang and immediately throws Harry into a position of independence. After Voldemort taunts him about his parents, he goes to the bank to find out if it is true. From there, he immediately takes charge of his life, seeking to ensure that he and his are protected and that he can't be manipulated any longer. This includes accepting a marriage contract with Daphne Greengrass, though being Harry, it is done on his terms -- he wants her to accept its activation. What makes this a bit of a unique 'Harry taking charge' type of fic is that it presents a mature Harry who is tired of Dumbledore and others running his life as well as of being Potter. And in the end, you can't blame him for acting as he does.
“Is it possible that the will was just ignored? I mean, how else can you explain the fact that I wasn't raised by my parents?” he asked.
Griphook eyed the young human with a bit of a smirk. The information he was gleefully handing over would ignite the Wizarding world in a way that would make Voldemort look like a piker. “Gringotts prides itself on our ability to execute the financial matters for the Wizarding world, Master Potter. Your parents will never activated because the are not dead.”
Harry nodded. He had been told the same thing by Voldemort while they dueled yesterday.
The Goblin watched him carefully. The young human before him seemed to gather himself and the Goblin blinked at what he was seeing.
Power. Undiluted, untrained power. The Wizards had feared Voldemort's power, something that had been augmented by rituals and tools. The boy who sat before him was something different, something natural and untainted.
The urge to jump to his feet and dance in glee was powerful, but the Goblin restrained himself. He was, after all, a professional. The Wizarding world thought Riddle had been powerful? Little did they know that the boy they had so abused had the power to bring their world to its knees.
“So, they are alive?” Harry asked Griphook, his voice quiet, unemotional. Up until this visit he thought that perhaps someone else had killed them and people just assumed it was Voldemort. He could feel the anger building, snarling inside his skin to lash out, but he ruthlessly smothered it.
“It would appear so, Master Potter,” Griphook replied. “We have tried on numerous occasions to bring this to your attention, but you never answered your mail. And other than your first year visit, you haven't been back to the bank. We would have told you then, but your presence at that particular time caught us by surprise and we could not figure out a way of separating you from Dumbledore's agent.”
Harry nodded unhappily, Dumbledore had controlled his access to Diagon Alley, and Gringotts. And he had been controlling his mail. In first year he had visited Gringotts with Hagrid, and while he liked the man, he was truly one of Dumbledore's lackeys.
“Do you have any idea where they are?” he asked. He knew about Dumbledore's owl redirect that prevented him from getting any mail from unapproved sources. He thought initially that it had been put in place as a means of screening out fan mail. It was only later when he came to suspect a more sinister reason for the redirect.
Griphook shook his head. “I'm afraid not. The will can tell us only a few things. That they are alive, we are certain, and they are healthy and relatively happy.”
Harry looked up sharply. “Happy?”
“Oh, yes. The wax seals represent the color of the emotional state of the will bearers. We routinely monitor that sort of thing so that we know if the client committed suicide or not. Suicide or murder will often negate parts of a will, or the will in total. The emotional state at the time of death is very important, so the seals are continuously monitored. In your parents case, the seal has been a soft golden color for many years. Had one of your parents been unhappy, half the seal would be another color.”
Harry nodded sourly. This was getting worse and worse. “Wait. Didn't the Ministry declare my parents legally dead?”
Griphook leaned back on his chair and nodded with grim satisfaction. The boy was finally starting to think again. Sure, it was a shock, but later would be time enough to grieve. Now was a time for action.
“Yes. There were bodies, after all. We suspected that they were golems, but were never allowed to inspect them. I also understand that the paperwork took a long time to be filed, but eventually even we received copies of the declaration. We can't prove it, but we believe that Dumbledore tried to stall, or even block, the official declarations of death.”
Harry's lips twisted. Dumbledore. It always seemed to come back to Dumbledore. “So, what do I do now?”
The Fall of the House of Potter
Pairing: Harry/Daphne, James/Lily, Neville/Luna/Susan
Length: 46,800
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Bobmin's Fic (Note, you will have to register at the site in order to view the story, but it is well worth it and the site has numerous other very excellent authors.)
Why this must be read: Picking one Bobmin fic is a difficult task. This fic rests on the premise that the Wizarding World, particularly the light, all trust and believe in Dumbledore's inability to get anything wrong. Harry's life therefore, is a result of James and Lily opting to listen to Dumbledore instead of protecting and loving their child like they should. AU from fifth year onwards, it starts with a bang and immediately throws Harry into a position of independence. After Voldemort taunts him about his parents, he goes to the bank to find out if it is true. From there, he immediately takes charge of his life, seeking to ensure that he and his are protected and that he can't be manipulated any longer. This includes accepting a marriage contract with Daphne Greengrass, though being Harry, it is done on his terms -- he wants her to accept its activation. What makes this a bit of a unique 'Harry taking charge' type of fic is that it presents a mature Harry who is tired of Dumbledore and others running his life as well as of being Potter. And in the end, you can't blame him for acting as he does.
“Is it possible that the will was just ignored? I mean, how else can you explain the fact that I wasn't raised by my parents?” he asked.
Griphook eyed the young human with a bit of a smirk. The information he was gleefully handing over would ignite the Wizarding world in a way that would make Voldemort look like a piker. “Gringotts prides itself on our ability to execute the financial matters for the Wizarding world, Master Potter. Your parents will never activated because the are not dead.”
Harry nodded. He had been told the same thing by Voldemort while they dueled yesterday.
The Goblin watched him carefully. The young human before him seemed to gather himself and the Goblin blinked at what he was seeing.
Power. Undiluted, untrained power. The Wizards had feared Voldemort's power, something that had been augmented by rituals and tools. The boy who sat before him was something different, something natural and untainted.
The urge to jump to his feet and dance in glee was powerful, but the Goblin restrained himself. He was, after all, a professional. The Wizarding world thought Riddle had been powerful? Little did they know that the boy they had so abused had the power to bring their world to its knees.
“So, they are alive?” Harry asked Griphook, his voice quiet, unemotional. Up until this visit he thought that perhaps someone else had killed them and people just assumed it was Voldemort. He could feel the anger building, snarling inside his skin to lash out, but he ruthlessly smothered it.
“It would appear so, Master Potter,” Griphook replied. “We have tried on numerous occasions to bring this to your attention, but you never answered your mail. And other than your first year visit, you haven't been back to the bank. We would have told you then, but your presence at that particular time caught us by surprise and we could not figure out a way of separating you from Dumbledore's agent.”
Harry nodded unhappily, Dumbledore had controlled his access to Diagon Alley, and Gringotts. And he had been controlling his mail. In first year he had visited Gringotts with Hagrid, and while he liked the man, he was truly one of Dumbledore's lackeys.
“Do you have any idea where they are?” he asked. He knew about Dumbledore's owl redirect that prevented him from getting any mail from unapproved sources. He thought initially that it had been put in place as a means of screening out fan mail. It was only later when he came to suspect a more sinister reason for the redirect.
Griphook shook his head. “I'm afraid not. The will can tell us only a few things. That they are alive, we are certain, and they are healthy and relatively happy.”
Harry looked up sharply. “Happy?”
“Oh, yes. The wax seals represent the color of the emotional state of the will bearers. We routinely monitor that sort of thing so that we know if the client committed suicide or not. Suicide or murder will often negate parts of a will, or the will in total. The emotional state at the time of death is very important, so the seals are continuously monitored. In your parents case, the seal has been a soft golden color for many years. Had one of your parents been unhappy, half the seal would be another color.”
Harry nodded sourly. This was getting worse and worse. “Wait. Didn't the Ministry declare my parents legally dead?”
Griphook leaned back on his chair and nodded with grim satisfaction. The boy was finally starting to think again. Sure, it was a shock, but later would be time enough to grieve. Now was a time for action.
“Yes. There were bodies, after all. We suspected that they were golems, but were never allowed to inspect them. I also understand that the paperwork took a long time to be filed, but eventually even we received copies of the declaration. We can't prove it, but we believe that Dumbledore tried to stall, or even block, the official declarations of death.”
Harry's lips twisted. Dumbledore. It always seemed to come back to Dumbledore. “So, what do I do now?”
The Fall of the House of Potter