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A/N Thanks for your reviews and support.

WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review, my friend. Seeker center. Rebuilt no. Once it's broken there's nothing a human can do to fix it. Nope, that will be part of this chapter too.

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Harrison's POV

Gringotts had not changed at all since his last visit. Goblins still sneered at him as he walked past. With his silver apprentice ward stone back at the Dursley's, he didnt get the respect that it would have earned him.

When they got to one of the tellers Yaxley said polite but firmly, "Master Teller, young Harrison Potter would like to speak to someone about his inheritance."

Harrison despite the pain of his injuries stood straight when the goblin glanced down at him. Then the goblin sneered, "Then Mr. Potter will have to wait for a goblin specializing in inheritance."

Yaxley replied, "Then we will wait but this must be done today."

There was another sneer but no verbal answer. Both he and Yaxley stepped off to the side to wait. Harrison's gaze roamed around the area. He clocked each person that came close to them. His guard was up and until he was sure that he was safe it wouldn't be lowered.

Ten minutes later that a goblin came to get them. They were led down a hallway where the offices were.

When they reached an ornate door the goblin knocked. There was a gruff, "Enter," before they proceeded.

A large desk sat in the middle of the room. The walls were lined with different goblin made weapons. Each was sharp and likely had slain many enemies.

The goblin at the desk barely motioned for their escort to leave. Yaxley and Harrison stood by the desk until they were told in a rough voice to sit.

The goblin began looking between them, "I understand that you are here for the boy's inheritance. But by the looks of him, he should be seeing a healer instead."

Harrison responded, "I'm fine Master Goblin. The Foundation treated my wounds before we left. They should heal fine on their own."

The goblin replied it's dark eyes narrowing, "With potions, you will heal faster."

"I will have a healer look at him," said Yaxley, "We are here for him to take his Lordship back."

The goblin pulled out a knife and parchment before he said, "I'll need some drops of your blood to confirm it's you and to call the rings here."

As Harrison reached forward Yaxley grabbed his wrist firmly. It wasnt painful as it was his good hand but it did make the boy look over at his companion.

Yaxley demanded, "We will need an oath that his blood will only be used for an inheritance test and to call his rings."

A fierce grin took over the goblin's face. Instead of being offended the goblin seemed pleased to have this request. It would be something Harrison would remember for later.

Once the oath was made he allowed Yaxley to cut his palm on his good arm. The parchment glowed as his blood hit it. Two boxes appeared on the desk as if conjured.

The parchment was held out to him and Harrison read.

Name: Harrison James Potter
Blood status: Pureblood Legitimized
Father: James Charlus Potter (deceased), Sirius Orion Black by blood
Mother: Lily Marie Potter nee Evans
Godfathers: Sirius Black, Frank Longbottom
Godmothers: Alice Longbottom
Magical Core: Dark Grey 85% blocked
Lordships:
Potter
Black
Heirs
Heir:
Pendragon
Apprenticeship: Second Year
Ward Apprentice silver ranked
Abilities:
Animagus 100% blocked
Ward sense 50% blocked
Parseltongue 50% blocked
Spell crafting 100% blocked
Rune crafting 75% blocked
Inscriptions 100% blocked
Wandless magic 80% blocked

Harrison knew about his ward sense and parseltongue abilities. The other three he didnt know he had. With them being blocked it would make sense though. Something told him he wouldn't like whoever had set them.

Yaxley read it over as well a look of interest in blue eyes. It would be something to ask about at a later date. This was neither the time nor the place.

The goblin growled, "Blockages on magic. And your wizards call us barbaric. He will need to have the blocks undone. Especially those on his magic."

Harrison inquired, "How much?"

"Fifty galleons."

Harrison nodded as he said, "Then let us go ahead and do it. I want my magic back under my own power."

Yaxley's POV

Corbin watched as his young ward was taken away. Potter's magic was blocked. For someone to do that was completely immoral not to mention illegal. Not even the Dark Lord would do that to his enemies.

There was another knock on the door and a goblin entered carrying familiar paper. Adoption papers. They weren't wasting any time with it then.

Corbin immediately signed the papers. They would allow Corbin to take Harrison back to Yaxley manor. With these papers, no one would be able to remove the boy from his care.

He might seem like a cold-hearted Death Eater but he didnt like seeing children suffering. Seeing Harrison in the condition that he was in made the Lord's blood boil. Keeping a calm head was key in this kind of situation.

It wasn't until an hour later that Harrison returned. His magic was much more noticeable now. Not that it was weak, to begin with.

Corbin was a magic sensitive. This talent was almost as rare as the ward sensing. Harrison's magic had felt subdued earlier. He considered it to be due to his injuries. Feeling the magic now he realized how wrong he was.

This child was powerful. It was little wonder he had been able to stop the Dark Lord multiple times. The Light wanted to use him as a weapon. The Dark wanted him out of the way by any means necessary.

As a Ward Master's apprentice however he could no longer be the weapon the Light wanted. Ward Master's were sworn to neutrality the moment that they finished their apprenticeships. As long as Harrison continued upon his path he would not be in the Dark Lord's way.

Corbin didnt mind teaching their customs to the child. Tarloc had been correct in the fact that he was too old for the task.

At least his manor would no longer be so lonely. Being on his own for so long made him look forward to having someone in his manor. Someone that wasnt one of his house-elves.

He inquired gently as Harrison sat back in the chair, "How are you feeling?"

"Stronger sir," replied the black-haired boy, "My magic is healing the wounds faster now."

Corbin nodded. He would still have Malcolm check the kid. They had to be sure everything was healing the way it was supposed. Checking to make sure there weren't any other issues that needed to be taken care of.

The goblin said holding out the first box holding the Lordship rings, "This is the Potter Lordship ring. It goes on the index finger of your right hand. The Black Lordship ring will go above that."

Corbin watched in interest as the boy did as he was told. The Potter ring would be the easiest of the two. He was Potter by blood and magic. The Black Lordship would be a little trickier.

Sirius Black being a convicted murderer was unable to be named Lord. The only way that Harrison was even able to access either Lordship was that he had been legitimized at birth by a pureblood. He would have to have a child with another pureblood to keep his line pure.

Then there was the heirship. Legends told of the House of Pendragon. Originally a wizard Pureblood family it had fallen into ruin before the time of the Founders. If one searched further into it they would realize that the house had abandoned their squibs. Their magical line deteriorating until it went extinct.

At least until the time of Merlin. Merlin was both a powerful mage and a seeker. Much like the times were now it was dangerous to wield both magics so easily as he did.

During his magical schooling, Merlin had come across a young squire by the name of Arthur. While he followed the Knight code Arthur had what was known as a seeker center. Unlike so many others, his center had not shrunk with disuse. If anything it had grown strong than any Merlin had ever seen.

Knowing of the Legend of the Willblade he took the young squire to it. He gave the boy a promise. If you can wield this blade you can unite the country. In a time of great war and unending bloodshed, it was a ray of hope. A weight was placed on the young boy's shoulders. Instead of turning and running he stood firm with the courage of a lion.

Merlin led the boy to the island where Nimue was. A fellow seeker she had tested the boy's courage. Arthur held true to his code and never once called upon the seeker magic that flowed through him. He passed every test as a knight would.

Unbeknownst to them, they had been followed by an evil seeker and his hoard of knights. Merlin held off the seeker to the best of his ability but they were significantly outnumbered. Injured Arthur went for the Willblade seeking to save his first friend.

To the surprise of all Arthur was able to pull the Willblade from its stone sheath. No one knew exactly what happened after that. Only that Arthur and Merlin had walked out of the fight alive. Wounded but alive.

From that day on they were nearly inseparable. With Merlin's help, Arthur was able to create Camelot. With it after decades of struggle his homeland cane together under a single banner. Wizards and Seekers alike put aside their differences and came to help.

It would not be the last strife between the three sets of people but it did bring peace. A peace that lasted almost a millennia after the Willblade was returned to its sheath.

There had not been a Lord Pendragon since Arthur's death. It was said any Lord Light Dark or Grey who gained his favor would win in their struggles. If the Dark Lord found out about this unheard-of inheritance then things would only get harder for Harrison.

Then again the trial to receive the Lordship would not be an easy one. Avalon was long since last and with it so was the Willblade. The only reason why he knew of it was because of his grandfather. His grandfather was once a seeker who specifically went after Arthurian legends.

Corbin would have to show the boy where his seeker journals were in the Yaxley library. Then how to find his grandfather's portrait. The old man always hoped that Corbin would follow in his footsteps. Instead, Corbin had married young finding his love in Hogwarts.

Not wanting to leave her to go off as a seeker he had refused seeker training. The magic was there but it was weak. He hadn't even gone through an activation. To do so he would have to touch an amulet. That wasnt going to happen. Not as long as he still had a choice.