Grandparents & Azkaban

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Word Count 2000

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"Boy Identify yourself!" an old aristocratic voice yelled out

Harry narrowed his eyes at the painting. With his eyesight, he read the name on the Metal Plate that was attached to the bottom of the painting. 

Charles Thomas Potter. And the painting of the woman next to him. Dorea Delphi Potter nee Black

'My Grandparents' Harry immediately realized who they were and started to chuckle he waved his hand and set up a silencing ward so the Goblins wouldn't be able to overhear him

"I didn't think I would be meeting my grandparents in such a strange way. My name is Harry Potter. If you truly are who you say you are. Then you would know my true name"

Dorea's eyes widened "Grandparents... Hadrian" she said with a small gasp in the end, her hands over her mouth

The Suits of Armor went back to their original positions

Charles however was even more surprised "Grandson? How are you so big? What year is it? How did you open this vault alone? Where are James and Lily?" he fired off one question after another.

Harry raised an eyebrow 'He is quite commanding for a painting' "Well in order, I used Rituals and Magical ingredients. It's 1991 (Harry turns 11 in like a month). I opened this Vault since I'm Lord Potter because I activated the 'Genesis Charter'. And my parents are dead. They died almost 10 years ago"

Dorea was openly crying. Charles just lowered his head as tears started to stream down "I see..."

"Who did it?" Dorea said with a cold tone "Who killed my child and my daughter-in-law?"

"Some half-blood who is calling himself Voldemort. He is..well was the Heir of Slytherin. That's before I blasted him apart when he tried to kill me as a baby. Still survived though. The fool made Horcruxes. So he is currently out there wandering around as a wraith" Harry said in a carefree tone

"And what are you doing to find him and kill him?" Charles pressed

Harry just laughed at the man "What am I doing? Absolutely nothing. Why should I waste my time looking for that idiot"

Harry slowly started walking around the Vault until he saw what he was looking for. The Lord Ring. An Enchanted Object that is linked to various properties belonging to the family. It acts as a key for them and has added protections against Legilimency and glows when it detects potions or poison in the food and drinks

"He killed your Parents!" Dorea yelled out and Harry just shook his head

"My parents died because they were idiots and followed Dumbledore. They fought a bloody war with Stunners because of Dumbles and his stupid ideology about giving people second chances. If Voldemort didn't kill them some of his other Lieutenants would have. I have little pity for my parents. They should have left this bloody country the moment they learned that they were having a child. Instead, they stayed here and died."

"How can you say that!" Charles roared "They were brave and fought for what's right! They-"

Harry cut him off "-Were idiots for getting caught up between two megalomaniacs. If they had just stayed neutral they would have lived. Well, we can't change the past. I'm here to grab everything and move.

Voldemort will return. And I have nothing to gain from him anymore. So why should I waste saving this backwater community by defeating him? I would rather be on some tropical island and continue my research"

Charles stayed silent before he thought of something "What about the charter? You need to marry multiple women"

Harry sighed in fake disappointment "And? Where did it say that the women need to be British? I can marry anyone I want as long as she is a witch"

"What about politics? The Potters are very influential in Britain. You are a Lord you can live like a true Noble!" Dorea said in a pleading tone making Harry laugh again

"Why would I bother to play politics with these idiots? I can wipe all of them out within a week, and that is not a bluff. The entire British Wizarding Community is the equivalent of a children's playground filled with inbred autistic kids. And you are asking me to play politics with them"

Charles stared grimly at Harry "Hadrian... Are you trying to be a Dark Lord"

"So naive. I don't care what those sheep think of me. I'm quite sure I am some long-lost hero in their heads, the next moment I will probably be a monster who eats children. I will continue down my path. Whether they live or die will depend on if they get in my way or not"

Harry put on the Lord's ring and waved his hands. The entire Vault was quickly stored away except for the paintings. The most important part. The Potter Books and Grimoire. Harry had finally got his hands on them

"Now what to do with you? Honestly, this is the last time we will be talking to each other. Do you want to be destroyed or be put in some box?"

Dorea sobbed, while Charles just looked sad "So this is how the Potter Line will end. In the hands of some Arrogant brat. Destroy us. I don't want to see it"

"Heh, if you think I'm going to die, old man, then you are more delusional than I thought. Then again you don't have all the facts so it's logical that you would assume that. The Potter name won't die out. Not now, not ever. But I will probably be remembered as a Dark Lord. See if I care... What's the most painless way to destroy a painting" Harry asked no one in particular and was suddenly lost in thought.

'How would one kill a painting painlessly? This could be fun to research. But it would take too much time and too many paintings. Wait there were a few in the Black Townhouse. Ok. I'm keeping them 'alive... intact?' Yeah, intact sounds right.'

Harry pointed his palms at the paintings. Suddenly Dorea and Charles froze. It looks like a normal oil painting. They couldn't move, hear, see or talk.

"Now its time to hit Azkaban"

~ Next day. During the night.

A young boy was using a broom to fly in the clouds, above the North Sea.

'Man using a broom sucks, but I have to save my mana just in case. I am about to break into the most guarded prison in Wizarding Britain all alone. And that at the age of 10. Talk about me being an overachiever'

After flying for a while Harry stops in the air, he was still hiding in the clouds. 'Oh I can see it. Well, it show time'

Harry stored away his broom inside his pocket space and started to free fall. Each second he was picking up more and more speed.

He could see Azkaban's design. It was a triangle-shaped building with thick stone walls. For some reason, there was also a hole shaped like a triangle going down to the bottom of the prison. Maybe for the dementors? So they could move through the prison more easily. 

Just when he was above the creepy castle Harry shifted in his Raven form and Slips past one of the bars on the windows.

The inside of the Castle was dirty. It had cobwebs everywhere, and it was very cold. There was frost all over the floors and walls.

'The effect of Dementors, I really need to kidnap one, so I can experiment on it. Oh the things I could learn from them. But that's for another day '

Harry carefully glides across the prison, making minimal noise and avoiding Dementors. Dementors aren't interested in animals so they don't care even if one shows up in front of them.

In the outer cells were the people who committed the least serious crimes. Bat as you go deeper the colder it is. In the deepest levels. Where the death eaters are being kept the entire floor there was a slight fog above the ice that covered all the cells. In each cell, the prisoners only had a thin straw mat.

Each prisoner was linked to a warming charm linked to their heart and internal organs. So they would freeze but not die. Every third day the dementors would pass the cells. Sucking the happiness out of the prisoners.

After a while the raven stopped in front of a certain cell. There was a mangy mutt inside the cell. It was curled up on the thin straw mat and was shivering. You could even see the ribs on its chest. 

Next to him was a woman who was giggling and lost in her muttering. 

'Sirius Black, and ironically next to him is his insane cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. How convenient to have both of my targets near each other. 

Harry quickly shifts into his human form. He took an aging potion before he arrived here. And was covered in black from head to toe. 

He stuns Sirius and Bellatrix. Naturally, since he was linked to the ward scheme his magic was detected and raised the alarms. 

"Huh!"

"Who's there?"

"My Lord?"

Harry ignores the prisoners. He calmly used his magic to pull both of them to the cell bars and transfigures both of them into hamsters. He levitates them and puts them in a small sack. 

'Man Forcefully transfiguring humans into something so small is tough. Lucky for me. I'm particularly good at Transfiguration. I'm an animagus after all. 

Now for the rest of these scumbags. All of them will be rescued by Voldemort sooner or later. Unfortunately for Tommy Boy. I'm not one to pass up a Buffet like this. Since they are from old and 'pure' families they should know some interesting magic.'

[ Emerald Soul Eating Flame]

Emerald fire left my hands and started to head for the cells. The prisoners started to scream out in pain, I could choose just to burn their body, their soul, or both. Currently, I'm burning their bodies, while their souls were being pulled into my Earing. A Soul Prison, where I slowly cook the souls of criminals and scumbags. And idiots who were stupid enough to attack me. 

Have I mentioned how much I Love Peverell Family Magic? 

As good as this Flame sounds. It actually has quite a lot of restrictions to use and takes quite a bit of power. You can only choose if you want to start SLOWLY cooking the soul to get a TINY bit of Spiritual Energy to permanently increase my own. Or you can choose to get their memories. I actually only have a 40% chance of getting their full memories. I got seriously lucky with Voldemort. And maybe it was just beginner luck. And the flame itself isn't useable in combat. Only when they are defeated or restrained and sealed, could the flame be used. 

I also took a bit of blood from each Death Eater. Maybe they will have some Blood Lock Safe in their homes. Since they are dead I doubt they will miss the money just sitting around there. 

Well looks like the guards are here. Time to run'

Harry shifted into his raven form and grabbed the small sack containing Sirius and Bellatrix who were transfigured as hamsters. Harry spread his wings and took off. Through the holes made for the Dementors. Just in time as guards and Dementors began to Swarm the Place. 

The first Breakout in Azkaban history. And nobody knew it was done by an Insane 10-year-old. 

'This one is for the history books. Maybe once I get so ridiculously powerful and unstoppable I will admit I did it. Just so I can put it in my Autobiography, that would be fun in its own right.

But for now. The Black Lordship, and more Importantly. The Black Family Library. It's all going to be mine'