5 Chapter 5 - Time Skip, and Horcrux (edited)

Authors Note: Drop a few power stones, please.

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After that, I continued the hellish training that was my master's torture practice. I now possess resistance to almost all types of poison, the ability to tolerate high amounts of electricity and pain, and immense strength (I am now at the age of 10 able to lift thirty tons like it's nothing). My strength came from the constructs ordering my house elves to increase the weight of all my daily use items (books included) and then when that stopped helping they used a switch I didn't even know existed to up the gravity. I mean when was that even installed. Either way, I will curse them to hell but I am happy with the results.

As for the studies I was doing my magic started to grow exponentially along with my body so I had lots of mana. Doing spells like Protego Diabolica or Fiendfyre was easy to cast but harder to control or extinguish. I have mastered all the spells I have ever come across and strengthened my will and concentration enough to be able to cast all the spells I have encountered without a wand with finesse. I later discovered that I gain twice or thrice the power of a spell if I use it in conjunction with parseltongue though there is likely more on the subject.

When I first went through Voldemorts life I speed ran it to check for remnants or extreme emotions attached to memories that I should get rid of. Now that I'm taking my time though I must say I was not expecting him to be the victim. He started out as a smart boy that wanted to uplift muggle-born rights. For that, he came up with a plan to have purebloods take some backlash from the petrifications of muggle-borns and eventually force it into a larger issue. As time went on muggle-borns were starting to become the majority of the wizarding world but they continued to leave back to the muggle world when they received low-level grunt jobs even after acing all their tests. He was hoping to get some generations to stay and rebel so they could rid of all blood segregation. But then he accidentally killed Myrtle one of his few real friends whom he wasn't wearing a mask around. A few days after he successfully creates a Horcrux from her death. Though there have been blank spots splattered inside without any context other than him hissing at a sink before it goes all goes dark until he exits.

From then on after every few visits to the chamber, he would get ever colder, showing less genuine emotion if any at all. That was when he decided to control the purebloods and rule the wizarding world. What's amazing about it is that he didn't even notice that he was changing until his sadistic nature and hatred were greater than his self-control. Even then he could care less about the changes wrought on him and wished only to rule unopposed.

"...I am never doing a ritual," I shuddered at the mere thought of what I might have turned into if I even tried. I took a look at my mindscape and started expanding it into the size of a small solar system since I would need a rest before I can make any planets. I got out to find a burger and a pack of chips in front of me. I wolfed it down and took about 5 mins to rest and recover.

"Tipsy," *pop* "take me to the training room."

"Yes Harry," she bobbed her head before taking my hand and popping us into the room. I had managed to get my elves to start calling me Harry for a while since master just doesn't feel good.

I was back in the darkroom and this time I called out for Dumbeldore, Grindelwald, and Nicholas Flamel. All three are living currently and can provide me with magic training if not alchemy knowledge though I might try to find and kill them just so they can teach me some of their personal spells and guide me to their books. The three instructors looked at each other for a second before Grindelwald came forward and started throwing spells left and right. I would feel the pain, the heat, and the cold, but after the training session with Grindelwald was done I would be fully healed when Dumbeldore tagged in and we repeated.

From then I learned to dodge using only the slightest of movements to adapt my own personal dueling stance that gives me an edge in magic-only fights. From there once I managed to start landing hits they stepped up their game and we continued. It took me about a week till I could beat peak Flamel, a month for old Dumbledore, 1 month and a week for peak Grindelwald, 1 month and 10 days for peak Dumbeldore with the elder wand.

Time Skip - 10 years old

I made my way through Diagon alley with casual muggle clothes looking as built as a twelve-year-old. I finally came before a great white building with vast bronze doors, and carven words above saying Gringotts Bank. There were two goblins with spears and swords standing right beside the door sneering at everyone entering and exiting. They were about two heads shorter than me. Had swarthy, clever faces, pointed beards, and very long fingers and feet.

I walked past them with neither of the guards paying me much attention. I got in the line with the least people trying to meet the teller and was forced to wait fifteen minutes.

"Next," the teller declared.

"Hello, I was wondering if Gringotts had a pamphlet or book that tells of all its services and whatnot."

The Goblin looked at me for a long second before pointing to a sofa with a small table on the side.

"Thank you."

I began flipping through the book that in summary said Gringotts would take a fee from vault owners every year for 'vault security upkeep' along with a fee of 4% to the account manager for investing. There were indeed inheritance tests for the price of 50 Galleons but the most a person would receive from those is a title and a yearly stipend from the ministry till they graduate from Hogwarts. This doesn't always happen though if the family in question writes a will leaving it to multiple potential people if some on the list are dead.

This means at most I'll be able to figure out if I have any ancient bloodlines besides Peverell, Gryffindor, and Potter but unless the owner of the vault setup the defenses with the goblins unable to claim the fortune then potential heirs may take it for themselves. As for their policy on dark items they have a law that any certain dark artifacts that have anything to do with soul magic will be cleared out and the vault claimed by the 'finder and the Goblins.'

'...Well, my job just got a whole lot easier. It feels a little too easy but this one would have been the hardest to get.'

I walked back over to the teller who had just finished up his new line of people. "Sir I would like to do an inheritance test."

He just grunted, "Fee?"

"You can deduct that from the potter vault."

"And do you have your key... Mr. Potter?"

I simply hand over my trust vault key.

"Ripper take this human for an inheritance test. Deduct the amount from the potter vaults."

Ripper bowed took the key and we went on the rollercoaster for my money. I emptied it all leaving a single galleon to keep the trust vault open. We went back up to the bank and through a series of doors to an Account manager Targon's room.

"Mr. Potter a pleasure to see you alive and well," Targon stated though there was a slight fall on his expression.

"Then why do you look so down?"

"I'm quite sure I don't." I narrowed my eyes at that but let it pass either way.

"The 50 Galleons for an inheritance test," he took it and put it on his desk.

"That will be ready in 5 to 10 minutes, so is there anything else I can help you with at the moment."

"Yes actually I was wondering wether the word Horcrucx meant anything to you along with the fact it's in a vault here."

Torgan freezes and looks up at me a rather nasty grin covering his face, "You are aware that raising a false alarm can result in a tax on your own Vault and that the person accused will be able to challenge you to a duel to press charges."

"Of course."

"Then tell me which vault it is."

"No thank you I want my finders fee after all, so wheres the contract."

The goblin frowns a little handing over the standard contract. The contract states that the finder may take up to half the value of the aforementioned vault that's in breach of the banks policy.

"I want my half to contain the Hufflepuff cup in the vault."

"Deal."

I signed the contract and Targon handed it off to a grunt to carry it out. We left for the inheritance room immediatley afterward.

Gringotts having collected the blood of all the previous vault owners can usually trace back all peoples heritages. They handed me a paper and a knife I gave back the knife using a mild cutting charm on the tip of my finger letting only a single drop touch the page. Would you look at that I'm an heir to Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryfindor, Potter, Peverel, and Evans. Five of those are bigwigs and would most definitely give me a lot of respect and attention that I don't want nor need right now.

"Are you going to show us the paper Mr. Potter?"

"Hmm...No I don't think I will."

Just then the grunt Goblin returned with the Cup in hand, "Mr. Potters claim was correct, Manager Targon."

"I see, *sigh* it seems your claim was correct Mr. Potter. As agreed upon here is your cup and the rest of your share is currently being transferred to your family vault."

"I'll see you next time then, Goodbye Manager Targon."

*cough* I slowly turned back around raising my eyebrows at him. He looked a little annoyed but had a silly grin on his face.

"You know I'm not allowed to tell you this until you become Lord Potter but...There is a magical contract for marriage listing you specifically heir Potter. For the life of me, I just can't seem to remember the details."

I slowly took out 15 galleons setting them down on the table but keeping hold of them. "Are you willing to make a vow on your life and magic to confirm that?" The goblin looked a little uncomfortable but glanced back down at the money. I increased it to 18.

"I, Targon, clan leader of the Ripjaw clan. Hereby swear on my life and magic that the information I just stated is true. So mote it be." On the last bit, he swiped the coins out. "Well, Mr. Potter do you want to know the details...?"

I paid him off with a total of 58 galleons to find out that Dumbeldore and Mrs. Weasley drew up a marriage contract to steal all but a single sickle from my vault. As soon as I turn of age I am supposed to marry Ginny which would send my money to them on my death. Though that can be rectified with a few particularly strong Confundus charms or an unfortunate accident.