The Goblin stared, and Harry stared right back.
The Goblin stared harder, so he began staring back even harder.
Huffing, the goblin turned away, making Harry almost grin in victory...until the goblin barked at another goblin in the room and then rounded on him, they started to poke him with their long fingers that were pointy.
"Hey!" He protested, flinching away as he felt something strange was happening around him. Some sort of waves rose, circling him and wrapping him in their tendrils. "What is happening?" He yelled, trying to duck their attacks and sit up.
"Stop fighting the Magic, child." Healer Sharptooth barked, pushing him back to bed, "I am trying to cast a diagnostic charm to know how much memory you've lost."
"My memory is just fine." He snapped, "And what are you talking about? What charm? Magic doesn't exist." After saying that, he stopped short. Why did he sound like he was lisping and hissing again? Thank god his aunt and uncle were not there to hear him. With their blank look, he knew the Goblins didn't understand him either.
He sighed and repeated the words, taking care to speak English this time. Nobody ever understood him when he switched to the lisping language unintentionally. It made the Dursleys beat him even harder, declaring it to be 'abnormal'.
The goblin froze, stopping his poking for once and ignoring his lisp, "Who says magic doesn't exist?"
"It doesn't." He confirmed. "Uncle Vernon says so."
The goblin gave him a nasty smile, looking at him with sharp eyes, "I see. Then what is your name, child?"
"I am Freak."
Healer Sharptooth froze, then narrowed his eyes, "Beg your pardon?"
He cleared his throat, "My name is Freak. Freak er, Dursley, I guess." He gave a helpless shrug. He didnt know if he even had a last name, but that was his aunt and uncles so it made sense that he would share it as well.
Whatever he said it seemed to unnerve the 'goblin' as he shifted uncomfortably, exchanging significant looks with the other ones. "Listen to me Harry," Sharptooth looked at him, "First of all, your name is Harry. Not freak. Your 'uncle' is a nuisance to society who should be locked in Azkaban." He growled, which sent a cold shiver down Harrys back.
"Harry." He muttered in awe, "My name is Harry." He repeated, too stunned by the discovery to notice what the Sharptooth had said about his uncle.
"Yes, you're Harry." Sharptooth confirmed patiently, "Secondly, magic does exist. It's just well hidden from non-magical people for the well-being of both Magicals and Muggles."
"Really?" He - Harry, his name is - if what he said was true - interrupting, unable to hold on "Magic exists? And whose well-being? I don't understand, I am afraid."
"You would understand better, given you were left with those Muggle filths." Sharptooth spat the words out. "The way they beat you and starve you when you displayed accidental Magic."
Harry's brain was swarming trying to catch up with what he said. "Muggles?"
"Muggles are what we call the non-magical people."
"I see," He - Harry gulped, looking down at his hands, "And so you're saying I am a - what? Magical? Wiggle?"
"Wizard is the actual term," Sharptooth said with a smile. "You must remember doing something extraordinary? Something you can't explain to others."
"I do." Harry nodded, "I remember how Aunt Petunia tried to cut my hair again and again and it grew back overnight every time. I also remember, just a day ago. I was running from Dudley and somehow appeared on the roof of his school. Uncle Vernon was not happy."
"I see." Sharptooth said darkly, "Say, Harry, do you remember anything happening to you after the beating he gave?"
Harry frowned, trying to remember, "Er, no actually. The last thing I remember is being thrown against the wall." He said in a monotone voice, speaking in the third person's view. There was no point hiding it since Healer Sharptooth seemed to know everything. "Why do you ask, Healer Sharptooth?" He questioned, staying respectful.
Healer Sharptooth seemed to be surprised at his respectful tone, "Well then, let me explain a few things then." Harry nodded, listening carefully, "Sometimes, some of the members of the Wizarding family show creature inheritance when they reach maturity, especially wizards with a dark core. This is not something weird, or scary thing to happen to a wizard. It's perfectly normal, in fact, they are celebrated and revered. However, some of the wizards, mostly Muggle-born wizards, consider them evil and dark, try to kill them, and inspire others to do the same. But it happens simply because those pathetic fools do not understand how magic works. And the light side doesn't even care to teach them the glorious history of Magic. Are you following me, Harry?"
"Yes." Harry nodded, wondering why he was telling him this.
"A wizard generally gets a creature inheritance when they reach maturity. But sometimes, in extreme conditions - like life-threatening situations or any other emergencies, a wizard's magic may force their body to achieve a creature inheritance prematurely. You're understanding everything that I am saying, right?"
"Yes."
"The night your uncle gave you the beating, you almost died, Harry." Sharptooth said in a surprisingly gentle voice, "But your magic refused to let you die, so it dived deep into your soul and brought up a gift to save your life."
"You're saying that I have gone through some kind of creature inheritance?" Harry's voice croaked incredulously.
"It seems so." Sharptooth nodded.
Harry frowned, "But, I still feel like a human. How can I be an animal?"
Sharptooth smirked, "You have not seen yourself fully, Harry."
Harry widened his eyes and started to sit up, Sharptooth raised his hand, "Easy there." Before producing a full-body mirror out of nowhere. Harry gawked.
"Was that magic?"
"Yes." Sharptooth seems amused.
"Wow. Can you teach me?"
"You will be taught the finest art of magic in Hogwarts. Before you ask, it's a British school for wizards. You will go there when you're eleven."
"I see." Harry nodded, accepting his glasses back before remembering the reason the mirrors were created. He shifted around with difficulty, sitting up under their scrutiny. Harry tried to move his legs but found they had been bound together. He frowned, his hands came into contact with what he could only describe as a smooth, cool, strangely textured surface under a blanket. What was that?
"What?" Harry muttered, yanking the white blanket away. Instead of staring at legs that were tied together by some weird scaly leather thing, he found what looked like a long tubular object stretching from his waist back up to the bed where it tapered into a fine point. The edge of the textured surface is a couple of inches below his belly button. It was completely flat against his skin and was just too smooth of a transition from skin...to scales. A tail.
A snake tail. A snake tail that was moving and slashing around starting from his waist all the way down to the tip.
"WHAT?" Harry quietly screamed, trying to keep control of his voice.
"Easy there," Sharptooth guffawed, seemingly amused with his panic.
"You're not helping." Harry deadpanned, panic rising. He was a...a snake! A half-snake thingy!
"A naga, that's what you are." Sharptooth informed, rolling his eyes, "Rejoice, child. Naga is a truly powerful and very rare creature inheritance one comes to."
"I see." Harry muttered, feeling the smooth texture that was his tail and staring at the mirror, both fascinated as well as horrified "And what will I do? I have no parents, they died in a car accident, they said."
"Oh no, your parents are very much alive," Sharptooth said with a nasty grin.
"WHAT??" Harry shrieked so loudly, everyone in the room including himself flinched.
Sharptooth barked at one of the Goblins who ran out, bringing back a portfolio. Sharptooth went through it, producing a - parchment? He handed it to Harry, "It's your blood inheritance test result."
Harry grabbed the parchment at once, adjusted his glass, and started to read.
Name: Harry James No Name (Potter by birth, DISINHERITED)
Status: Wizard, Alive
Blood Status: Half-blood (By birth)
Familiar: Unknown
Magical core: Dark
Magical ability: Metamorphmagus
Creature: Naga
Family :
Birth father: James Fleamont Potter (Alive)
Birth mother: Lily Potter née Evans (Alive
Birth twin: James Charlus Potter Jr. (Alive, Male)
Godmother: Alice Longbottom née Fortescue (Alive, compromised)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (Alive, DISINHERITED)
Frank Longbottom (Alive, compromised)
Soul father: Tom Marvolo Riddle (Alive)
Inheritance :
Heir to -
Potter - disinherited
Black - disinherited
Lord to -
Riddle ( Muggle ) - By right of conquest
Gaunt - By right of conquest
Slytherin - By right of conquest
Peverell - By right of conquest
"Disinherited?" Harry muttered in an empty tone, hiding his disbelief and hurt.
"I guess you do have a long talk due," Sharptooth shrugged, "Hungry?"
His stomach growled, replying for him.
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After wolfing down the offered fruits while listening to the tales of the so-called 'Dark Lord and his conquests and then the so-called famous defeat in his supposed twin brother's hand, Harry sank into his seat with a sad expression marring his young face.
"Make no mistake child, magic never lies. Yes, we've all listened to the tales of your twin Jim Potter being the 'Boy-Who-Lived', but if magic says it was you who defeated him, then it was you."
"How can you say? I don't even know any magic, how can I have killed this Dark Lord person?"
"The Dark Lord 'person' as you say," Sharptooth sneered, "is the reason you're alive right now. So you must pay proper respect where it is due. And The Dark Lord is only temporarily defeated, he is not dead."
"How?" Harry whispered, "How is he the reason - "
"Why do you think we were successful in rescuing you after we were alerted of your Creature Inheritance? The Dark Lord is not a mere title people gave him, he is the Lord of Dark, which means to every dark cored wizard and dark creature. He looks after them. He made arrangements to create charms that will alert us of a new creature inheritance and their location and rescue them before the light side can kill them."
"I see," Harry mused, glancing at his own inheritance paper that said he was Dark cored too. "Then why did he attack me? Given he will be my Lord too."
"That only he can tell, I am afraid."
Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was too tired to think about it. "Who is Tom Marvolo Riddle?"
"That would be The Dark Lord's birth name."
Harry gaped, "What?" He yelled, "But- here, it says he's my, er - " He glanced at the parchment, squinting his eyes, "Soul father. What is a soul father?"
"It seems, there are ways of magic even our ancient magical knowledge can not understand." Sharptooth revealed grimly, "I am afraid, no matter what the tales are, soul mates are not real. The Dark Lord must have extensive knowledge of soul magic, what we deduced is the extensive practice of his soul magic ritual has created part of your soul which identifies him as its creator."
"I see." Harry sighed, not understanding, "What you're practically saying is that I am probably a result of his some kind of magical experiment. Maybe that's why the Potters disinherited me, even if they give birth to me? Or maybe he tried to claim me back that night and something went wrong?" God, that sounded so complicated!
"Cannot say what exactly went wrong that night, but it's not why you're disinherited." Sharptooth shook his head, "You were disinherited because they thought you to be a squib."
Harry frowned, "And what's a squib?"
"Squib is a non-magical person born to wizards." Sharptooth explained, "People think them to be a shame on their family, and it's a quite old tradition to cast them off and send them in muggle World to fend for themselves."
"But - " Harry panicked, "You said I am magical - "
"I did," Sharptooth confirmed, "And you are. They only assumed you to be a squib and cast you off." He explained, "If only they confirmed it with us."
"How do you know so much?"
"It's written on your papers." Sharptooth opened the portfolio again, searching through it and producing his disownment paper. "They were a closed contract, but to know your identity when we did the blood test, we reopened it." Harry hummed and started to read, his chest searing with the hurt he felt. He could have had parents and a twin brother. But no, they had to go and cast him off declaring him to be - Harry squinted his eyes, "Who is Albus Dumbledore?"
"The Light Lord." Sharptooth sneered in disgust, "Headmaster to Hogwarts school and source to our problem. He's the one standing between us dark creatures and our rights."
"It says here he confirmed me to be Squib," Harry muttered darkly. "Could it be because he may know I am a soul son of the Dark Lord?"
"Unlikely. He would have preferred to manipulate you or maybe kill you."
"I....see...." He sighed, closing his eyes with resignation, "So it seems, for my continuous survival, I will have to go to The Dark Lord AKA, my father."
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