Sliding into the living room, Harry smiled brightly at Percy. Percy smiled and ruffled his hair, the boy was practically buzzing with excitement. He could feel his magic sing it. Shaking his head he brought out a stick of dark translucent blue crystal with something glowing faintly inside. Harry had no idea where he pulled it out from, it had just appeared like it was there all along.

"Alright," he swished it and their fireplace turned from modern glass electronic-to a large brick white, a modern touch with the black veined marble at the top holding a nice little vase and their pictures above the mantle.

Harry had seen magic before but he had never seen it like his father just did. More of the things his father could do with water, summon food out of thin air, or make things out of thin air-and the lists goes on. Mostly making things he'd never seen. But never changing it from a different state to another.

"This is going to be so cool." He wondered as he watched his fathers wand disappear from where it came, he had always wanted to be like him. Magical. Strong and cool. Special in some way.

His father always told him he was, to him. That worked for him for awhile, but each time he heard about his father from his grandfather. How proud he was of his son, his dad. He wanted his dad to be proud of him just like his Grandfather was of Percy.

"Alright, we're going to the Leaky Cauldron. You have to say this clearly when you go through the floo." Percy explained as he grabbed some dust, and motioned for Harry to follow him into the very tall fireplace. A head taller then his father.

Nervously he stood beside him, his hand catching onto the end of his sleeve. "What's the floo?" He asked curiously and a bit nervously.

"Well, you know how an iris message works?" When Harry nodded Percy continued. "Well it kinda works like that, you can use it to talk to people just as a firey head instead of a misty cloud of colors. You can also travel from one place to another. It's a lot better then aperation in the wizarding world. But my travel is the best way. I want you to learn this way though. This travel is something you'll need when I'm not around to vapor travel." He wrapped his arm around him securely.

With that Percy threw down the dust, Harry shutting his eyes tightly as his father shouted his destination. And Harry felt the pull and the twisting and falling, his mouth stayed shut as his eyes were afraid he'd swallow a bug like when he's riding his Pegasus, Charmed. Just a lot more wild and uncomfortable. Uncontrolled.

When they arrived, Percy walked out gracefully while Harry stumbled with his father helping keep him upright. Amused Percy helped his son dust off as he looked around bewildered at the shop they were in. Well, tavern?

Confused at all the weirdly dressed people, he follows his father as he waited to see where they'd be going.

"Can I do magic like you?" Harry asked as his father came up to a brick wall, which opened when he went to take out his wand again, but the alley just opened for him.

Percy was glad no one saw that. "Yes, and no. Or at least I'm not sure. You can do Magic, with a wand. It'll take years of practice to master some form of the wandless. But you being my son I'm sure you can." He moved his hand to ruffle his kids hair.

Harry made a misuse as he fixed hair. His beanie coming into play as he shoved it back on.

Harry pointed out things on their short walk, Percy explained them as he tried to keep him to his side. Harry had a tendency to go off on his own while also dragging his father who knew they needed to go somewhere if they wanted to get anything today. He laughed when Harry stared wide eyed at the pet shop. The knifflers and owls all making a choir of noise outside to attract customers.

Finally they reached their destination, the wizarding bank for the wizarding world. Gringotts, the high white marbled building made Harry wide eyed in awe. It reminded him of Olympus-he was allowed to go when he had weekends with his father. Percy barely let him, because he wasn't really trying to associate with anyone there, but he wanted Harry to have some sort of family, and his only family was his father and the rest of the gods at this point.

After reading the warning Harry ran in to his father to find him being stared at by goblins, before they all got over their shock and exited their platform desks so quickly Harry was startled along with the few others in the bank dressed in similar robed fashion he'd seen. He watched as the goblins all got around his father and bowed.

His fathers face blushed a dark red as he tried to get them to stand but they didn't until Ragnorrok was rushing in to confirm what one of the goblins had run off to tell him. "Lord Perseus." He bowed as deep as he could.

The people that were there, flabbergasted and angry about being ignored watched shocked. Most never saw the King of Goblins, and to see him bowing to someone was strikingly shocking.

Embarrassed Percy flushed red at the attention. "Please, let's not make a fuss here. No bowing, no lord. Just call me Percy." He tells them, and Ragnorrok motioned his people away and back to their stations, and most left reluctantly as all watched fro' the corner of their eyes what would happen next.

"Why do they call you Lord?" A confused small voice asked behind them, Harry walking up to his dad to take his hand, just as confused as the voice they turned to. A silver haired blonde was staring at them with silver blue eyes of curiosity. A tall man with the same hair, and a woman with more yellow blonde stood there with shock on their faces at their son, at least they guessed was their son.

"Draco!" His father hissed.

Percy waved them off. "It's quite alright, it's just a question."

The Goblin king snarled. "It's disrespectful. I won't let the wizards disrespect a Lord such as you Lord Percy." He glared.

But he stopped when he felt a chill run down his small spine. His eyes met cold icy sea blue. "I think that's quite enough." He spoke sternly, and Harry wanted to snicker if he didn't know that the Goblin would hold it against him.

"Sorry." Draco said as he was pulled into his mother. His face scrunched up in frustration and confusion.

"It's okay. Kids are allowed to be curious." Percy smirked.

"We're truly sorry." The woman said softly, worried as she brought a hand to her sons shoulder to keep him in place.

Waving his hand he smiled. "It's alright Mrs-?" He pointedly looked at her.

Blushing she quickly responded. "Malfoy, but call me Narcissa." She smiled before pointing to her husband that was standing tensely beside her. "This is Lucius. My husband. And this is our son Draco."

He nodded. "My name is Perseus Jackson." Lucius nodded back. His eyes met Draco's, going to a much softer tone. "They call me Lord because I come from a very ancient family. I've stayed away so long, my line was thought extinct or even a myth."

Then he pinched his son who had stayed quiet. "Ow-okay I get it." Harry turned with a redness to his cheeks. "I'm Harry Potter-Jackson."

Their eyes widened at his name, and that confused Harry. Did they know him? Did is his father tell him-he vaguely remembered something along the lines, but he didn't quite care for that information but focused on the fact he was a wizard. He probably should ask again-when they weren't around so many people. It seemed some were eavesdropping and had heard him speak his name and were now openly staring with wide eyes.

"Lord Percy, we need to do a few things to let you and Master Potter Jackson to the vaults." Ragnorrok said as he finally decided to pipe up having felt chastised from Percy's earlier glare.

"Nice meeting you." Harry said as he looked to Draco, he smiled at the silver haired boy. Who in turn smiled back, a bit smaller then his own but he did so nonetheless with a polite nod.

"You too." Draco spoke, before his father started to take him away along with his fretting mother.

They were led to a long hallway before entering an office where another Goblin sat before getting up and bowing. Then getting to business straight away, Ragnorrok having left for his own duties after escorting them to Hawthorne.

The goblin had bowed before he started speaking to Percy. "We will start a blood test first, just a precaution." He explained as he grabbed some parchment and put it on the desk before them. "I just need three drops on this parchment."

Nervously Harry walked up and took the small dagger into his hands. He looked back at Percy who nodded. With that Harry poked his finger, glad the blade was sharp. He then let his blood flow three drops onto the parchment. All three landing in a triangle perfectly. Before writing started to write itself out on the old tan parchment.

Name:
(Harry) Hardleear Ace'Agustino Argento (formerly: Salazar-Riddle)Potter-Jackson

Parents:

Tom Riddle (Birth Father)

Severus Snape (Birth Mother through potion unknown)

Lily Potter neé Evans (blood adopted mother/deceased)

James Potter (blood adopted Father/deceased)

Lord Perseus Atlas Jackson (adoptive father/guardian)

Powers:

Wordless (100% blocked)
Wandless (100% blocked)
Metamorphagus (100% blocked)
Parseltongue (95% blocked)
Animagi (100% blocked)
Veela Charm ( 100% blocked)
Elemental (adopted) ( blocked)

Vaults:
Potter Trust
Lily's Personal Vault
James's Potter Vault
Potter family Vault
Black Family Vault
Peverell Family Vault
Riddle Vault
Gaunt Vault
Snape trust (lost key)
Gryffindor Vaults
Ravenclaw Vaults
Hufflepuff Vaults
Slytherin Vaults

Heir of houses to:
Gryffindor
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
Slytherin
Peverell
Potter (ring missing)
Gaunt
Riddle
Black

Properties:
Potter Manor (hidden)
Number 12 grimmauld place
Black Manor (hidden)
Hufflepuff lands, shops, trades, and properties
Slytherin lands, shops, trades, and properties
Ravenclaw lands, shops, trades and properties
Gryffindor lands, shops, trades and properties
4/4 of Hogwarts
(And more)

Creature Inheritance (Unknown)

Both were in shock as they read over the parchment, now being held in Percy's hands, he should have done this sooner. But he had wanted Harry to heal from his childhood abuse before he threw the boy into something like this-having two sets of parents? A madman having tried to kill him as a babe? He wasn't sure if would have handled it. He isn't sure how he'll handle it now as he showed Harry the parchment.

Harry just thought he was a normal boy, but in this case he was far from it, he had three dads-technically two. Considering one was the one who birthed him. Wasn't that a strange thought-he had always seen it as a woman. But he guessed anything would be possible in the world of magic-and even more so with the gods...

Percy frowned at the powers part and looked up at the Goblin. "Can you unblock all of these, and figure out who did it?"

"Yes, though the Elemental will become unblocked as he learns his magic." Hawthorne spoke as he wrote down something in a journal. He stood and walked around his desk. "If you would follow me to our healers. We can start the unblocking process today."

They soon found themselves in another room this one much more organized and clean. With female goblins in white uniforms buzzing around. "This will take a few hours." The goblin spoke to Percy.

"Okay." Percy checked his watch before frowning, they'd miss lunch.

"You could go get money while they do this Dad." Harry told him.

"You sure?" Percy asks and when Harry nods, he still reluctantly went off with Hawthorne for their wizarding money. While Harry was taken to a gurney by the females.

Percy entered a while later as they were just wrapping up, he was able to get cards, as well as a money pouch. As well as able to get some papers he was curious about. He gave one card to Harry as he talked beside him, Harry wincing every once in awhile when they had to tug at his magical core. Which was weird-he had always thought his magical core was just his gut instincts-or something along those lines.

Finally when they were done, Harry was tired but ready to face the rest of the day.

"Lord Perseus, while we were unblocking his magic and looking for who did so, we also found out that  that someone has been taking money from the Potter Vault, would you like it back?" Hawthorne asked a gleam in his beady eyes. His face twisted more deeply then earlier with a snarl. He was visibly angry at the audacity and upset that it was right under their noses.

"Times ten." Percy says, a icy coldness coming into his voice at the mention of someone doing such a thing. The goblin had smiled then-showing off pointy needle like teeth. Something Harry hoped never to find himself bitten by. The goblin looked excited at the prospect of revenge times ten. "Who?"

"Albus Dumbledore."

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After Gringotts, Percy walked them to the first store of the day. Madam Malkins, a nice place for robes and such. Harry guessed he'd be getting them there.

"Harry, go in and get fitted, I will go get some of the boring supplies while you are in there. Then we can go for some ice cream?" They walked into the entrance way. Hearing a person yell they would be right there.

Nodding, Harry responded. "Yeah, okay." He was then tossed the bag of money, even tho he had his card now. Then Percy left to go do what he said he would.

Feeling nervous all over again, Harry walked farther into the shop. Looking at all the robes, finding his eyes catching on some green robes every once and awhile.

Madam Malkins was a short smiling witch dressed in all mauve. She smiled at Harry. "Hogwarts Deary?" She asked, before he could reply she continued. "Get the lot of you here, another young man being fitted as we speak back here." She chuckled and motioned for him to follow her into the back where his eyes landed on the same boy from Gringotts.

'Draco' Harry's thoughts supplied as he watched a second witch pin black robes onto the boy. Then he found himself being stood up on a stool with a robe going over him as well as many tapes to measure him. Madam Malkins quickly got to work getting it to his length. He nearly blushed a she realized Draco was taller then him beside him.

"Hello Harry." Draco spoke casually if not a little bit excited.

"Hi Draco." Harry responded, a little put off. He forgot he never went to regular school. He was homeschooled by his father. Even though it was a struggle for Percy to do so. He was just an over protective father at times. He didn't want him going to a regular school and having problems like he did. Not with him smelling of him-of air only Poseidon's Grandson, as well as of his dad. He would be attacked on the spot by any monster able to come back from the underworld.

His ears prickled as the boy started talking. "My father is next door buying my books, and my mothers up the street looking at wands." Draco started up excitedly, but spoke in a droll bored tone. Harry had the thought he might just be a bit talkative when bored. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms, I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully my father into getting me one an I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Somehow that grated on Harry's nerves, he'd never bully his father into anything. His father would get it eventually, but on his own accord and because Harry never asked for anything. He didn't want to bother his Dad much. Though he has learned to go to his father for all his needs, he didn't ever bully him.

"Have you your own broom?" Draco went on to ask him as he didn't say anything.

"No." Harry said, not knowing or understanding why he would have a broom. He would ask his father later.

"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco asked.

"No, I just found out about this world." Harry responded with his brows merging in his confusion at to what type of sport it was. He assumed it was at least. Less it was a cleaning thing, he didn't consider Draco to have ever cleaned something in his life.

He was correct when Draco continued. "I do, Quidditch is the sport we play. We fly on broomsticks. We use four balls, a Quaffle, two bludgers and a Golden Snitch. Know what house you'll be in?"

Houses? What did that even mean? "No." Harry responded, getting annoyed at his lack of knowledge and at the fact Draco kept asking him questions.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they? But I know I'll be Slytherin," he smirked proudly. "All our family had been in there. There are four houses. Slytherin, Griffindork, bird-claw and Hufflepuff." Draco went on to explain.

Harry sighed in his head, Draco talked a lot. "Are you sure those are the houses?" He asked as it was obvious they weren't with how the boy spoke them with dripping tease.

Draco shrugged. He also shook his head. "Nope. My father told me of them."

"Draco, can I tell you something?" Harry asks his face impassive as he looked over at the silverette beside him. His annoyance had reached-maybe he needed to eat but he turned to the boy.

Shrugging again Draco responded with a small, "Sure."

"I wish I could put some people on Mute."

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