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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 6
The Stone of Flamel: Part 2
(Diagon Alley & The Hogwarts Express)
July 31, 1991-The Leaky Cauldron, London

          Harry gasped loudly after Hagrid slowed the bike to a stop just outside of an old building with a beat-up sign that read ‘The Leaky Cauldron’. The ride from Surrey took them just under an hour, as Hagrid seemed to glide through traffic like there wasn’t any. As wild the ride was, Harry was smiling after, as he actually found the ride to be fun. However, while Harry enjoyed the ride, Lily did not, as she watched Hagrid drive crazily around to get to London. Even though she trusted Hagrid, him driving that bike like that with Harry on board was not something she enjoyed. As Hagrid shut off the motorcycle, Lily clearly gave a look to Harry that told him that he had to tell Hagrid not to go so fast next time. Harry, however, wasn’t paying attention to his mother as he got out of the side-car and jumped onto the sidewalk. He was still smiling as Hagrid got off of the motorcycle and stood in front of the eleven-year-old.
          “Well, I’m glad you ‘njoyed that, Harry.” Hagrid told him, returning his smile. “Of course, I was safer the las’ time you were on it. You ‘ere just a baby when you ‘ere las on it. It was just ‘fter your parents died.”
          “Hang on, you brought me to the Dursleys.” Harry frowned instantly after hearing this. “I thought Dumbledore was the one who did it.”
          “Aye, I’m ‘fraid that’s true Harry.” Hagrid nodded, removing his smile as well. “You see, Professor Dumbledore sent me to pick you up after your parents died and take you to your aunt’s home. He was there waiting for me when I arrived there, along with Professor McGonagall, and he personally placed you at the Dursley’s doorstep. I know that after dealing with your muggle family, you might not ‘prove of Professor Dumbledore’s actions during that time, but I assure you, he knows what he’s doing.”
          Harry looked away from Hagrid for a moment, processing the small amount of information he had just received. Once he acknowledged that Hagrid mentioned Professor McGonagall, he looked back up at the giant-sized man and asked: “Who’s Professor McGonagall? I know that she’s the Deputy Headmistress, as she sent mine and Neville’s letters, but why was she the one who sent it and not Dumbledore himself?”
          “Well, she’s one of the best teachers at Hogwarts.” Hagrid almost beamed proudly at answering Harry about McGonagall. “She’s also the head of Gryffindor, one of the four houses you might be sorted into this year. As for why Dumbledore not sending your letters, it’s procedure for the Deputy Headmaster to send them, I’m not sure why.”
          Harry nodded his understanding as he looked at the old building that they were about to enter. “Is this where I’m going to get my school supplies?” he asked uncertainly.
          “Goodness, no.” Hagrid responded, chuckling a bit. “This here is the Leaky Cauldron, an inn for wizards and witches alike. It’s also where we need to go to get to the place where we get your supplies.”
          With that, Hagrid opened the door and gestured Harry on through. When Harry entered the inn, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit area and looked around the semi-crowded room. Hagrid closed the door behind him and took a few steps forward, bringing everyone’s attention for a moment before they returned to their own interests. The innkeeper, however, smiled and nodded to Hagrid saying: “Ah, Hagrid. The usual, I presume.”
          “No thanks, Tom.” Hagrid replied, raising his hand in greeting. “Not today, I’m afraid. I’m on Hogwarts business, helping young Harry getting his school supplies.”
          The entire place became instantly quiet as all eyes turned upon young Harry. Tom, the innkeeper, almost gasped out loud saying: “Bless my soul; it’s Harry Potter!”
          Harry looked at everyone wide-eyed as everybody in the Leaky Cauldron got up from where they were sitting and one-by-one all took turns at shaking Harry’s hand. Harry was both shocked and amazed at how warmly everyone was acting towards him. He knew that he was famous, but the realization finally hit him about how famous he was to these people, especially when a woman named Doris Crockford kept taking turns at shaking his hand. Hagrid pushed Harry through the crowd as everyone kept trying to shake his hand. Hagrid stopped Harry when he saw a tall, thin and slightly pale man wearing a turban step up to them. Lily saw the man and was about to identify him to Harry, but the man spoke first.
          “Ha-arry Potter! I ca-can’t tell you how pl-please I am to m-meet you.” He said with a smile even though stuttering every other word. Lily recognized the man as Quirinus Quirrell, a man she knew of from his known obsession with the Dark Lords. However, she knew that he wasn’t interested in becoming one, at least not when she was alive.
          “Hello, Professor. I almost didn’t see you there.” Hagrid smiled at the man. Then, he turned to Harry. “Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He’ll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.”
          “Oh, hello there.” Harry said to the Professor and offered his hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”
          “F-fearfully f-fascinating subject.” Quirrell responded, still smiling but avoided shaking Harry’s hand. “N-not that y-you need it, hey P-Potter.”
          “Well, must be goin’ now.” Hagrid chuckled to all as he turned Harry towards the back of the inn. “Lots to buy.”
          Both Harry and Hagrid left the pub through the back exit with Lily following slowly behind them. Before exiting, Lily gave one last look at Quirrell and thought to herself that something was definitely off about him. She wasn’t sure what, but she felt that she shouldn’t trust him.
          Harry followed Hagrid outside and into a small area where a small brick wall stood and there was just enough room for the two of them. Hagrid pulled out an umbrella from his large brown coat and muttered something Harry could just barely make out. Afterwards, Hagrid tapped several sections of the brick wall five times and Harry watched in amazement as the wall shook and began to split open revealing a large open area where shops were lined up on either side as far as Harry could see. Lily saw the look on her son’s face and silently chuckled.
          “Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.” Hagrid smiled broadly as they stood there for a moment. Harry looked on in amazement as they slowly made their way forward, only stopping after hearing somebody call his name.
          “Harry!” Neville screamed as he ran straight towards them. However, Augusta grabbed him by his collar and stopped him halfway as Harry and Hagrid made their way to them. When they reached the Longbottoms, Harry smiled and hugged each Longbottom, saving his godmother for last. Even though it was less than a few days since they last saw each other, Harry was glad to see them here. Neville stared at Hagrid after greeting Harry as both Alice and Augusta chuckled.
          “Neville, this is Rubeus Hagrid.” Alice told her son with a smile. “You’ll both be seeing him at Hogwarts.”
          “’ello Neville.” Hagrid said with a wide smile. Neville slowly returned his smile after a moment. Afterwards, they shook hands before Hagrid turned his attention to both Alice and Augusta Longbottom. “Didn’t ‘xpect to see ‘ou ‘ere, Lady and Mrs. Longbottom. I thought ‘ou three ‘ould do ‘our shopping a bit ‘ater.”
          “We decide when to do our shopping for Neville, Hagrid.” Augusta said to him sternly, her smile on her face diminishing somewhat. “We only just arrived here a moment ago ourselves via Floo. We’re on our way to Gringotts if you haven’t been there yet.”
          “Gringotts?” Harry inquired.
          “Why it’s the Wizard Bank!” Hagrid answered, gesturing to the large, white building at the end of the street that they were on. “No safer place there is, ‘xcept Hogwarts, of course.”
          “It’s where every wizarding family does their banking, especially yours Harry.” Alice continued as they all began walking towards Gringotts. “Both of our families have multiple vaults inside their walls. More than any other wizard family, in fact.”
          Harry frowned slightly as he looked back at his mother, who smiled and nodded at him while following them behind. “It’s a long story, son.” Lily told him. “Let’s just say that your father’s family was very wealthy and have several vaults full of riches inside. We, your father and I, even set up a trust vault for you for school.”
          Harry nodded as they made their way to Gringotts with a slight look of surprise. He knew that he was famous for defeating Voldemort, but his knowledge about his family has been limited with the exception of what he learned from the Longbottoms. Harry stayed silent for the rest of the way until all of them enter through the double doors of Gringotts.
          An audible gasp from Harry echoed through the large room as he saw goblins all around sitting behind large desks on either side of them as they walked straight forward to the tallest desk with a very wrinkly goblin writing something down in a large book. Alice turned back to her godson and explained: “They’re goblins, Harry. They handle most of all wizard banking for us. They’re very dependable and trustworthy with every witch’s and wizard’s valuables, but they’re not exactly friendly. Stay close to Hagrid and follow us. Watch what Neville says to the main goblin, and after we leave, follow suit, understand?”
          “Yes, Godmum.” Harry answered as he did what Alice said. Neville made his way up to the old goblin with his mother and grandmother next to him. Hagrid stopped a few feet behind them with Harry standing next to him, indicating to everyone there that they were two separate parties. Lily stood silently watching the events play forth, remembering her first time within these walls. They stood there for several moments, almost a full minute, before Neville finally spoke to the goblin.
          “I, Neville Longbottom, heir apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom, wish to make a withdrawal from my trust vault.” He said to the goblin formally, although Harry barely heard him as Neville spoke with a low tone, almost a whisper.
          The goblin stopped writing and leaned over the desk, looking straight at Neville. “Does Mr. Neville Longbottom have his key?” The goblin frowned a little and asked.
          “Yes, sir.” Neville squeaked a little as he pulled a thin, gold string from around his neck and revealed his key from underneath his shirt. After showing his key to the head goblin, the goblin nodded with a slight smile and motioned for another goblin to attend to them. All three Longbottoms followed that goblin to the side exit as Harry and Hagrid made their way up to the head goblin.
          “Wait a minute.” Harry said as he looked up at Hagrid. “I don’t have my key.”
          “I have it, Harry.” Hagrid answered. “Dumbledore gave it to me for safe keeping. You’ll get it after we visit your trust vault. Just remember, say it exactly how Neville said it, except you are the heir apparent to House Potter, which is also Most Ancient and Noble. Understand?”
          “Yes, but why can’t you give me my key now?” Harry asked.
          “Well, because I have business with the head goblin as well.” The half-giant replied. “Dumbledore sent me on an important mission. I’m here to pick up something from one of the vaults, something very secret. I afraid I can’t tell you what, Harry, just that I’m supposed to watch over you today as well as pick up this item. Please don’t ask me further.”
          Harry nodded, although his curiosity was now piqued. However, Harry stepped up to the desk of the head goblin and said more firmly than Neville: “I, Harry Potter, heir apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, wish to make a withdrawal from my trust vault.”
          “And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?” The head goblin leaned over his desk again and looked at Harry and asked.
          “Wait a minute, I have it here somewhere.” Hagrid said as he searched his coat pockets. Finally, after a long moment, he pulled a small gold key from his upper coat pocket. “Ah, there’s the little devil.” He placed it on top of the desk before pulling out a small, thick bound letter from his shirt pocket. “There’s something else as well.” He said, handing the letter to the goblin. The goblin took it and looked at it while Hagrid continued. “Professor Dumbledore me this. It’s about you-know-what in vault you-know-which.”
          “Very well.” The head goblin responded, keeping the same frown. He then signaled another goblin to them. “This is Griphook. Please follow him to the antechamber as he will be taking you both to your desired vaults.”
          Harry nodded his understanding as he and Hagrid followed Griphook into the caverns the lied underneath Gringotts, with Hagrid muttering something about the ride going there.
          As soon as they all got on the trolley-car and Griphook started driving it, Harry immediately understood Hagrid’s disdain for the ride. While he knew and enjoyed how fast Hagrid drove the bike, this ride was a literal roller coaster with no support to stay on. In fact, the only way Harry felt that he could stay on was to hold onto Hagrid, who was groaning the entire time until they finally stopped at Harry’s trust vault. After a moment of getting their bearings, both Harry and Hagrid got off and Griphook opened Harry’s vault. Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw how full the vault was inside with golden and silver coins. Hagrid smiled down at Harry as the young wizard gasped loudly at seeing the amount of money he actually had.
          “Didn’t you think you parents leave you with nothin’, did you?” Hagrid asked with a chuckle. Harry didn’t respond though, he just stared at the money before looking behind himself to where his mother was silently watching with a smile. Griphook handed Harry two coin pouches after Harry regained his composer and Harry quickly filled them up as quick as he could. Afterwards, they got back on the trolley-car and headed to their next destination.
          “Vault 713.” Griphook said to them as they pulled to a stop again with another loud groan from Hagrid. Griphook got off of the cart literally unfazed by the ride and stood in front of a very large metal door. It was similar to Harry’s vault with the exception of there was no keyhole to unlock the door. However, Griphook simply raised his finger up the air and slowly lowered it toward the door, and as he did, the door slowly unlocked itself, revealing an empty vault save for one small item. It was a small greyish pouch that held something inside of it. Harry had no idea what it was, neither did Lily, but something made Lily suspect that Dumbledore wanted Harry to see Hagrid take this item from this vault. As Hagrid took the item from the vault, Harry looked at it with curiosity that made Lily wonder herself what was inside that pouch.
          “Best not reveal this to anyone, Harry.” Hagrid told him as he placed the item inside of his shirt pocket. Harry slowly nodded and they got back on to the cart to go back up to the building.
          After they got back up to the main lobby, Harry saw Augusta Longbottom waiting by the front doors alone. Hagrid gestured Harry forward when a goblin approached them. “Mr. Harry Potter, your presence is requested by our head. If you would accompany me please.”
          “Why?” Harry asked him.
          “I’m afraid that as both you and Mr. Neville Longbottom have declared yourselves to be future heads of your houses,” The goblin responded. “There is a procedure we need to have to both of you to do to verify your claim.”
          “Why didn’t you do this before Neville and I went to our vaults?” Harry asked the goblin sternly.
          “Because both Mr. Longbottom’s and your trust vaults belong to each one of you respectively.” The goblin explained. “However, being that there are many vaults listed in both Potter’s as well as Longbottom’s Houses, for us to grant you both access into them, we need to verify that you two are future lords and heir to your Houses.”
          “Best do what he wants, Harry.” Hagrid told him. “I’ll be waiting for you by the front entrance with Lady Augusta.”
          Harry followed the goblin into a separate room where both Alice and Neville were waiting. Neville was holding one of his fingers with his other hand as an elderly, thin goblin was looking at a piece of parchment very closely. Harry walked up to his god-brother as the goblin who escorted Harry closed the door behind them. As the door clicked shut, the older goblin looked up from the parchment and acknowledged Harry’s presence.
          “Ah, Mr. Potter, a pleasure to meet you, sir.” The goblin said to him. “I am Balrog, the president of this Gringotts. I’m also in charge of investigating claims made as Head of Houses, such as the ones that you and Mr. Longbottom have made. Speaking of your claim, Mr. Longbottom, I have verified that your claim as Heir Apparent of House Longbottom is indeed true. Upon your thirteenth birthday, you will be ‘Lord Neville Longbottom’ and will have all the rights and privileges that your name entitles you. You will also have access to all vaults in the Longbottom name, as well as partial ownership of all Longbottom buildings and seats on the Wizengamont. I would like to add that your blood has also verified that you are a descendent of the House of Peverell. Unfortunately, we cannot name you as Lord of a dead house. However, you will have access to the Peverell vaults after you claim your lordship. Is that acceptable, Mr. Longbottom?”
          After looking up at his mother, Neville answered. “Yes, sir.”
          “Excellent. Now, Mr. Potter, if you would be kind enough to step forward and present your finger.” Balrog said. As Harry did so, Balrog pulled out another piece of parchment and placed it upon the table in front of him. When Harry placed his hand over the parchment, Balrog took his quill and with its point, pierced the finger of Harry’s raised hand. Harry winced in pain, but made no sound as several drops of blood hit the middle of the parchment. “Thank you, Mr. Potter. You may step back now.”
          Harry grabbed his bleeding finger as he turned and made his way over to Alice and Neville. Alice pulled her wand out from her side pocket and waved it over Harry’s bleeding finger. In an instant, Harry’s finger stopped bleeding and the slight pain that accompanied it died out. Harry nodded his thanks to her and turned his attention to Balrog as the goblin examined the parchment that Harry’s blood had dropped onto.
          “Interesting.” Balrog said after a while. He then looked up from the parchment at both Harry and Neville. “The odds that both of you are descendants to the Peverell line are astronomical. Excuse me, Mr. Potter, but I’m happy to inform you that you are Heir Apparent to the House of Potter. You also have rights under the House of Black and Peverell as well. On your thirteenth birthday, you will be ‘Lord Harry Potter’ and will have all the rights and privileges that name entitles you. You will also have access to all the vaults in the Potter name as well as rights to enter the Black vaults and Peverell vaults. You will have partial control over your seats in the Wizengamont and have complete ownership over all buildings and properties in your family name. Is that acceptable, Mr. Potter?”
          “Of course, but why is it so odd that Neville and I are descendants to Peverell?” Harry inquired, looking at everyone in the room, his mother included. “Who are the Peverells?”
          “Why the Peverells are one of the original wizarding families, descending from Merlin himself.” Balrog told him. “The most famous of them are the three brothers Ignotus, Cadmus, and Antioch; the owners of what is known as the Deathly Hallows. However, the family slowly died out several generations after and any descendants were believed to have been extinguished. It is quite remarkable to find living magical descendants after so long.”
          “Weren’t both of our fathers descendants?” Neville asked.
          “Yes. However, they both turned down their lordships after they both married, and when they did so, they also declined their rights as Peverell descendants.” Balrog answered him. “Now, I’m afraid that I have other business to attend to, so unless you both have other needs, I have to ask you to leave at this time.”
          At that point, the door opened and the goblin who escorted Harry gestured for the three of them to follow them out. As they did so, Harry and Neville looked at each other and knew that they both had questions involving the Peverells. They soon joined Augusta and Hagrid at the entrance and they all made their way out of the bank.
          The rest of the day was spent doing their shopping for the school supplies. Hagrid was with them the entire time, much to Augusta’s displeasure, who told the large man repeatedly that he was no longer needed to protect Harry there. Hagrid nicely retorted that he was under Dumbledore’s orders to escort Harry the entire time and return him back to the care of the Dursleys. Augusta muttered something that Hagrid nor Alice understood, but Harry and Neville did as they giggled at hearing what she called Dumbledore. After a while, Harry and Neville arrived at their last stop; Ollivander’s. Hagrid departed for a moment telling them that he had one last stop to make, and for Harry to go on ahead.
          “Ah, I’ve been wondering when I’d be seeing you two, Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom.” A tall, thin man emerged from the back almost as soon as Harry and Neville entered the store. Without introducing himself, he shuffled through his shelves and picked out two thin black boxes from opposite shelves. He then brought them to the young wizards and opened each box revealing two different distinct wands. “Let’s see. Oak, and dragon heartstring, twelve inches for you Mr. Potter. Walnut, and unicorn hair, thirteen inches for you Mr. Longbottom.”
          Harry and Neville grabbed their respective wands and held them for a moment before Ollivander snatched them away from them. “No, no, definitely not those.” He said more to himself than to the wizards before him. An hour later, his counter was littered with wands of different colors and sizes. Finally, Ollivander pulled a wand from the far back of the store and walked over to Harry. “Perhaps this for you, Mr. Potter. Holly, and phoenix feather, eleven inches.”
          Harry held the wand for a moment, but all he got was Mr. Ollivander frowning at him. Ollivander took it from Harry’s grasp and examined the wand. “Hmm, I was sure that this wand would choose you.”
          “Can I try it?” Neville asked.
          “Of course. I don’t see why not at this point.” The elderly man replied, handing the wand to Neville. In that instant, Neville raised the wand above his head and red and gold sparks emerged from the tip. “Very, very curious. For both of you, this is very curious.”
          “I’m sorry, but why?” Harry asked.
          “Because the phoenix who gave his tail feather for that wand gave one other feather, Mr. Potter.” Ollivander explained. “The wand that has that feather as its core was the very one that gave you that scar.”
          Harry almost winced at the fact that Neville holding a wand that was twins with the wand that belonged to Voldemort. Neville looked at the wand wide-eyed at the exact wand and shuddered a bit. Ollivander went back searching behind his counter and pulled out one last wand for Harry to try.
          “I actually hope that this won’t work.” He said as he handed the wand to Harry. “Elm, and phoenix feather as well, twelves inches.”
          Harry took the wand from him and he felt red hot immediately as he literally began glowing in front of Neville and Ollivander. Harry, however, didn’t feel any pain as he raised the wand above his head and white sparks shot out of it.
          “Dear me, it looks like this wand has chosen you, Mr. Potter.” He told Harry. “I do suggest you be careful with that wand. Its previous owner was a very dark being indeed.”
          “And who was that person?” Harry asked, trembling a bit.
          “Why Morgana Le Fey, of course.”

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September 1, 1991- King’s Cross Station

          Harry was pushing his cart carrying all off his luggage between the two platforms following the Longbottoms to where they needed to go. On top of his cart, locked in his cage was a snow-white owl Hagrid had gotten him for his birthday when he left Ollivander’s that very day. Harry had studied about owls a little before thanks in part to his god-mother, so he named the owl Hedwig after reading a little about the history of magic. Just below Hedwig’s cage was Harry’s trunk with all of his school clothes, books, quills and ink, notebooks, parchments, as well as other magical supplies he needed. Harry was somewhat surprised that his trunk could fit everything that he bought inside of it, until Lily explained that these trunks were magically enchanted to store vast amounts of anything.
          Lily walked right behind Harry with a slight smile on her face. She was very happy that Harry was finally going to Hogwarts, and she was glad that he would be away from the Dursleys for the entire school term. However, the last month Harry had spent with them wasn’t pleasant for either of them. Although Harry had smartened up and hid in places where Vernon or Dudley couldn’t find him, when they did though, Vernon did whatever he could to try to get Hogwarts location from Harry. He even tried to use the branding iron a couple of times, but when Harry saw it, he took off for Thaddeus’ house across the street to hide. Lily had to calm Thaddeus down afterwards after he heard about the branding iron again as he nearly bolted to the Dursley home to have it out with Vernon. Thankfully, the rest of the month went by without much more incident.
          “Ah, here we are.” Augusta said as she approached a stone pillar directly in between platforms nine and ten. “Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Neville, you first.”
          Neville shook a bit as he started running strait for the pillar, pushing his cart with all his might. Within an instant, Neville disappeared into the pillar and with a nod to Alice, Augusta followed him there. Alice placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder and leaned closer to him.
          “Take a deep breath, Harry.” She told him. “When you’re ready, run straight for the pillar. I’ll be right with you.”
          Doing what his god-mother suggested, Harry started running straight towards the pillar pushing his cart in front of him. Alice was right behind him, keeping her hand on Harry’s shoulder as he pushed straight through the pillar and arrived on the other side. When Harry slowed his cart down, he gasped at the sights all around him. Neville was right in front of him looking around with the same look of amazement. Both Alice and Lily smiled at their sons’ wonderment of the magical world. Augusta even smiled as she saw the look on the two boys faces. Harry’s eyes looked all around the platform, seeing all sorts of magical items until he finally saw the train that would take him to Hogwarts: the Hogwarts Express.

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