It was normal as it can be in Hogwarts. Aside from the fact that their new defense professor is horrible, it was good. Harry was getting visions of Sirius getting hurt, he wanted to go and find him; but his instincts told him that Sirius is safe. He will be safe.
It was dinner, when an owl came flying in. He was confused when it landed in front of him. It had a letter and a parchment.
Everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to do something. He was about to read with his eyes when—
"Read it out loud, Mr. Potter," The toad loudly said, clearly having no regard for the word "privacy".
Dear Heir Potter-Black,
Greetings, we are the goblins of Gringotts, here to tell you, that there have been two more family names attached to yours, it seems it came from your mother, the late Lady Potter. And these families are a very ancient and important client of the Goblin Nation itself.
Please use the parchment to confirm your heirship, three blood drops are needed to activate the blood test. The original copy would be placed within our records, you may keep the copy.
Sincerely,
The Goblin Nation
The letter turned into a goblin-iron blade. He looked at it horrified. He looked at his friends. Then to the Professors. They were also horrified by the turn of events.
"I would suggest you follow through it, Heir Potter-Black," Umbridge's mouth twitched when she said his titles, "Read it out loud as well,"
Blood Test
Name: Harrison James Potter-Black
Blood Status: Pureblood
That resulted in gasping, everyone knew that he's a halfblood. If he's a pureblood, then Lily Potter is a pureblood raised by muggles.
Father: James Fleamont Potter (Alive, in a suspended state)
Father's Blood Status: Pureblood
He almost dropped the parchment in shock, as he looked at his friends, then the professors who knew his parents.
Blood-Adopted Father: Sirius Black III (Alive, illegally imprisoned and convicted)
Blood-Adopted Father's Status: Pureblood
Harry smiled internally. Sirius told him about this. And results from the goblins cannot be forgotten nor could they claim it was forged because it used his blood, so when it said about Sirius's illegal imprisonment made him think that it would cause rumors, and it would reach the public.
The Ministry has no choice but to investigate Sirius's lack of trial.
Mother: Libertia Lahm Potter neé Heartfilia. Formally known as Lily Potter (Alive, in a suspended state)
Mother's Blood Status: Pureblood
That nailed the coffin. The Potter couple is still alive. With Lily Potter being confirmed as pureblood as well.
"Did that just mention that Lily was never named Lily?" Professor McGonagall asked in shock.
"I have never heard of the Heartfilias, if that's what you're wondering about," Neville immediately told him.
Heirships:
Peverell (Paternal)
Gryffindor (Paternal)
Black (Paternal)
Potter (Paternal)
Slytherin (Conquest)
Gaunt (Conquest)
Heartfilia (Maternal)
Ren (Maternal)
Xing (Maternal)
That caused some people to choke on air, especially on the Slytherin table. Harry glanced on the Head Table to see Dolores Umbridge losing color.
He was about to ask a question when he heard a glitching sound. Wands are pointed at the front. There was a man and a woman, both blondes. The woman's hair is more of a gold, she has brown eyes while the man has grey eyes.
The woman raised her hand and every wand was floating to the air. Not even the professors could do anything, the woman took fast steps towards him and cupped his face with her smooth hands, they were now both staring into each other's eyes.
"Is that him?" The man's gruff voice asked.
"He is," The woman smiled, "He is my grandson,"
His eyes widened. This woman his actual grandmother? She's so pretty.
Before anyone could register what was going on, he along with grandmother and the man disappeared within Hogwarts that was said that you can't apparate out of.
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In the small, dimly lit room where Harry had been taken, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The man and woman who claimed to be his grandparents were a stark contrast to the loving and caring parents he had always imagined. Their presence was overwhelming, and the man's piercing grey eyes seemed to bore into Harry's soul. He has a lightning bolt scar that is larger and longer than his.
"What do you want from me?" Harry repeated, his voice trembling. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than met the eye.
The woman, who had a softness in her eyes that reminded him of his mother, approached Harry with caution, keeping her distance from her imposing partner. She spoke gently, "We are here to get something from you."
Harry's confusion deepened. "Get something from me?"
The man, who had yet to introduce himself, answered in his gruff voice, "It is very important to your grandmother.. Something crucial and part of her,"
Harry's thoughts raced as he tried to process this information. Crucial and part of her? He couldn't even comprehend what they were saying. What did it all mean?
The woman continued, "I am Lucy Heartfilia, and this is my lover, Laxus Dreyar. The something I need to get from you would bring your parents back to life."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he absorbed Lucy's words. The idea of bringing his parents back to life was something he had only dreamed of, but it seemed almost impossible. He had grown up hearing stories about the greatness of James and Lily Potter, and the thought of having them back in his life was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Lucy's eyes held a mixture of hope and determination, and Laxus, while imposing in appearance, had a look of unwavering support for her. The room seemed to vibrate with an inexplicable energy.
"What do I need to do?" Harry finally asked, his voice filled with a newfound determination.
Lucy explained, "I need you to reach out deep within your magic,"
Laxus added, "You would see it as a blinding ball of light."
Harry felt a rush of anticipation and hope as he contemplated the possibility of reuniting with his long-lost parents. He had always yearned to know them, to learn from them, and to feel their love. If there was even a sliver of a chance that Lucy and Laxus could make this happen, he was willing to try.
Focusing on Lucy's words, he closed his eyes and delved deep within himself, searching for the core of his magical energy. It was like diving into an ocean of power, and there, at the center of it all, he saw a blinding ball of light. It pulsed with life and held a profound connection to his very being.
As he concentrated on that radiant light, Harry felt a powerful surge of energy coursing through him. He could sense the magic growing, expanding, and then... it happened. The ball of light began to resonate with an intensity he had never felt before. He could almost hear it sing in harmony with his own heartbeat.
Lucy and Laxus watched with bated breath as Harry's magic swelled and pulsed in response to their request. The room seemed to vibrate, and the air became charged with energy.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the magic subsided. The room fell silent, and Harry opened his eyes, feeling drained but exhilarated. The blinding ball of light had materialized in front of them then went to Lucy.
"What... what just happened?" Harry asked, his voice quivering with a mixture of awe and uncertainty.
Lucy smiled gently, her brown eyes filled with gratitude. "You've done it, Harrison. You've brought back what was once part of your mother, what is mine."
Harry had questions, he looked at her, "What do you mean?"
Lucy smiled ruefully, "I had a lot of magic, but when I was young, a part of my magic became too much and materialized into a being... Into a child, your mother,"
"Materialize...?" Harry murmured in confusion. He has never heard of that happening. His grandmother looked young, does that mean his mum materialized when she was a child?
"We call them Magical Child," She told him with a soothing voice. Harry listened intently as Lucy explained the concept of a Magical Child. It was a term he had never encountered before, and he was eager to understand the significance of it, especially when it came to his own mother.
Lucy continued, her voice gentle and filled with a deep sense of connection. "A Magical Child is a unique phenomenon in the world of magic. When a wizard or witch possesses an extraordinary amount of magical power, sometimes that power can take on a life of its own. It manifests as a separate, sentient being—a child."
Harry's mind reeled with the implications of what he was hearing. "So, you're saying that my mother was created from a part of your own magic? She's like... a manifestation of your power?"
Lucy nodded, her smile warm and bittersweet. "Yes, that's right. Lily, your mother, was once a part of me, given life by the abundance of magic I had within me. She was a separate entity, yet connected to me in ways that are difficult to explain."
Laxus, who had been observing the conversation with a watchful eye, spoke up, his voice gruff but earnest. "We believe that bringing the essence of your mother back to you, her own son, can help her regain her original form. It's a complex process, but with that magic and the connection you share, it is possible."
Harry's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions—joy, curiosity, and the desire to be reunited with his mother. "I want to help, I want to bring her back. What do we need to do?"
Lucy's eyes sparkled with appreciation for Harry's determination. "You don't have to do anything anymore, dear child. I'll bring them back.. For you,"