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A Nest of Vipers	By : Viking_Six-Nine_Actual Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 30655 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 3: A Once and Future Secret

Gringotts Bank, London, Britain, Late June, 1996
Gringotts was as busy as it ever was, when Harry entered with Daphne and Tracey entering just behind him. He went up and approached a Teller before he started talking, using the greeting Daphne had taught him.
“Greetings Goblin, may your sword stay sharp, and your gold multiply.”
“May your Coffers flow and your enemies fall before you, young Human. How can I help you?” The teller responded less put off than he would normally be.
“I’m Harry Potter, and I’d like to meet my Account Manager.”
“Ah yes Heir Potter, I will take you to meet with Account Manager Ragnok the Seventh.”
And so the goblin took them to meet with Ragnok. It was nothing like the winding rail coaster ride from his earlier trips to the bank, instead the goblin took him to the top floor via the stairs. The room they entered had several family crests adorning the walls as well as family photographs, and lots of files. In the middle of the office was a desk, sitting behind the desk, was a Goblin, and in front of the desk were several comfortable stuffed chairs.
“Greetings Heir Potter, but you won’t be going by that title for long I believe, May your Coffers flow and your enemies fall before you.” A goblin said rising when Harry entered the office.
“May your sword stay sharp, and your gold multiply Account Manager Ragnok.” Harry replied before starting with his requests. “I’d like to claim my rings, any inheritances that I may be entitled to as well as open marriage contracts with these fine ladies behind me.”
“All too easy Heir Potter, let’s do an inheritance ritual to verify you are who you say you are, as well as what titles you are entitled to. Also it will allow us to view your parent’s wills. Also let me finally convey my condolences both for the death of your parents, grandparents, and your Godfather. I knew your Grandfather very well, I took over the Potter accounts from my father, Ragnok the Sixth, around the same time he ascended to his warlock-ship. He and your father were good people for being wand-users.”
“Okay, what do I have to do?”
“It’s very simple, we use an enchanted goblin knife and parchment, as well as seven drops of your blood.” Seeing the small, brief instance of fear in Harry’s eyes he added: “Don’t worry the cut will heal after the blood is extracted.”
Nodding Harry Held out his hand, and Ragnok cut his palm allowing Harry to drip seven drops of blood onto, the parchment. As the drops fell onto the center of the parchment the drops flew into a circle before spinning and dissolving into the parchment with a flash of red light.
Picking up the parchment, Ragnok looked at it nodded and windlessly duplicated it, before handing one to Harry who looked at it before sinking further into his chair.
This is what it said:
Harry James Potter
Born: July 31, 1980
Son of Warlock James Fleamont Potter and Enchantress Lily Potter nee Evans
Titles:
- Warlock Head of the Noble and Most Ancient Houses of Black, Peverell, and Potter. (Paternal Inheritance)
- Warlock Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin. (Right of Conquest)
- Lord Head of the Noble House of Malfoy (Right of Conquest)
Active Betrothal Contracts:
- Pansy Parkinson: Contract Signed 1850, by Henry Potter I, and Florian Parkinson. Contract for the Eldest son of the House of Potter and the Eldest Daughter of the House Parkinson.
“Well Warlock Potter, it would seem you are an incredibly powerful wizard, who can have 4 additional wives as well as the one already contracted to you. You might even have to only find one more if the wording on one contract is worded how I think it is.” Ragnok said with a slight sly grin.
“What does right of conquest mean, Ragnok?”
“Right of Conquest is when a person successfully defeats members of a family three times, where the Conquer is not the aggressor, but such lordships have not been claimed in recent history. So Tell me Warlock Potter; the Slytherin families, and the Malfoy families, how did you beat them.”
“Well I’ll start with Slytherin because that is I think the most obvious. When I was a Baby Voldemort’s curse rebounded on him, when I stopped him from stealing the Sorcerer’s Stone in my first year, when I destroyed his diary and the memory of him in the Chamber of Secrets in my second year, when I escaped him in the Graveyard after he came back to life, and just recently at the Ministry when I was dueling him and Bellatrix, until the Aurors arrived with Dumbledore then he fled. As for the Malfoys, I’m not sure, I mean I’ve beaten Draco in Quidditch several times, but I not sure when I’ve bested Him or his father.”
“Well think, Warlock Potter have you ever dueled young Draco, or his father in a wizards duel, not in class of course. Or tricked him into doing something he didn’t want to do?”
“Of course, the Wizard’s Duel in our first year when he didn’t show, after the Chamber of Secrets incident in my second year I tricked his father into freeing his house elf, and I stunned him at the Ministry, when Lucius was arrested by the Aurors.”
A knock at the door, and the door opened to a reveal a younger goblin, holding five small boxes and several rolls of parchment.
“Here are the rings, inventories and wills you requested, Sir.” The goblin said with a bow before quickly exiting the office.
“Who were the Peverells, Ragnok? I don’t recognize that name.”
“They were once incredible craftsmen and inventors. They eventually created what wizards call the Deathly Hallows. There were three, an unbeatable wand, a stone that could contact the dead, and the invisibility cloak. Not some cloak with a simple disillusionment charm, No this is the one that all others are copied off of. The wand has an incredibly bloody history. It is also said that to unite the Hallows would make one the Master of Death.”
“Wow.”
“Indeed, now let’s try on these rings and see if they accept you.”
“So is this one of those times where if the ring doesn’t accept me, I’ll die?” Harry asked half as a joke.
“Well, of course, Warlock Potter. They’ll also allow you to control the wards of your various properties, ensure obedience from family members, and control the family magics.”
“Well then call please me Harry then, Ragnok.”
And so Harry tried on first the Potter ring, then the Black ring, and lastly the Peverell ring. With each ring he put on a brief golden flash appeared as the ring blinked out and back in to existence, disappearing into Harry’s finger and reappearing on his finger. As he added more it appeared as if the bands were disappearing and the crests were being added to the first band. Lastly he tried the Slytherin and the Malfoy rings. They too flashed out and into existence, but they had a longer time between reappearance, and they flashed silver.
“Now to the wills then Harry, your mother and father left a joint will, they named Sirius Black your godfather, and Alice Longbottom as your godmother. They also stipulated that if they were killed in the cottage in Godric’s Hollow, that 30 sickles be given each to Albus Dumbledore and Peter Pettigrew. I will initiate payment now. They state that it is because of Dumbledore told them to hide there and Peter was the secret keeper. They also stated that in the event of their deaths you were to go to First Sirius Black, then Frank and Alice Longbottom, Amelia Bones, Pandora Lovegood, and finally Andromeda and Ted Tonks. Apparently you should not have gone to the Dursley’s.”
Harry sat there gasping in shock, Dumbledore had to have known that his mother had never wanted her sister to raise him. All the memories of the torture his childhood, could it even be called that, came rushing back to him and he collapsed forward hitting his head on the desk, before blacking out.
Gringotts Hospital Wing, Late June, 1996
When he woke up Harry was in a circular room, and a female goblin in a white robe, was examining him. “Greetings Warlock Potter, may your gold flow, and your health flourish, I am Healer Agsia. Account Manager Ragnok, brought you here when you collapsed in his office. There are several spells on you, also you have a horcruxe in you.”
“A what?” Harry sputtered.
“A Horcruxe, is an object that a magic user uses to encase a part of one’s soul. In the event that someone is struck down the horcruxe anchors them to the world. In effect you cannot die. It appears to have happened about 13-14 years ago. In fact it should have possessed you several years ago, but it appears to be kept at bay by a very toxic and hazardous poison circulating through your bloodstream.”
“It’s Basilisk Venom. I was bitten by one in my second year at Hogwarts, and was saved by a phoenix.”
“Well we can remove the horcruxe, by a special ritual, with your permission of course. We would pull the soul fragment into a lower animal like a pig and let our young hunt the pig.”
“Fine then please do it, get it out of me. What of the spells acting on me?”
“One is a mail ward, the other is a bind on your magical power and learning, and the other is a block on your physical growth. We can remove them when we remove the horcruxe.”
“Yes please do. Thank you.”
It was dark outside when Harry again woke, but he had no idea of that yet. Daphne and Tracey had gone twice for food since he had collapsed. But in that time they had heard nothing, until a young goblin came to them and asked them to follow him. He led them to a cart, and down they went but when they first saw a vault, it turned abruptly and sent them roaring away from the vaults. Into a much better, well-lit cavern they were delivered and escorted into a circular chamber, with a stone pillar, like an altar. Harry sat on the stone shirtless, dried black blood dripping from his scar on his forehead, and taller, more muscular than they had previously seen him. Gone was the scrawny boy, who had been starved by his relatives. This was the man who would defeat the Dark Lord and wreak havoc on his enemies.
With him shirtless the girls could see countless scars crisscrossing his body from being whipped with a belt till he was 11. They could see the faded impressions of where the word ‘freak’ had been carved into his body. But the most prominent scars were the jagged marks on his left forearm, the puncture scar on his right shoulder, where the words ‘I must not tell lies’ were carved on his right hand, and finally the lightning bolt on his forehead. These last few marks would never fade, since they were created using Dark Magic.
He stood up and hugged the two girls, and from that moment, what had been a slight attraction mainly for convenience, turned into lust, possibly love from the girls to Harry. As he explained that he’d always wanted a large family growing up, he had decided that five wives wasn’t that bad considering, one of those was Pansy. They in turn assured him that since Pansy was a pureblood lady, she would be more accepting of him than he thought she would be. Especially if his cock was larger than Malfoy’s small pecker, they giggled. Apparently Pansy had often complained about Malfoy’s tiny pecker barely entering her, and then barely entering her before finishing and leaving her to get herself off. Harry chuckled to himself about this and that he had stolen a girl who had finally, but still recently lost her baby fat, and turned into a fairly beautiful woman. Add that to the other fact that Malfoy would no longer be inheriting a title and that he was going to steal two more beautiful women from the house of snakes.
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