Chapter 166 - My SI Stash #66 - Harry Potter: Lost Son by psychopath556 (HarryPotter) (1/2)

-More SI HP Fic~ SI as the lost son of Regulus Black, seems to be a slow fic!

Sypnosis: A Harry Potter fan has been reincarnated into the Harry Potter universe and will be attending Hogwarts, but he hasn't been reincarnated into the Boy-Who-Lived, oh no he is the lost son of another Ancient and Most Nobel house, and with his knowledge of future events and his perspective on how things have come to pass, you can just bet that he is going to make one hell of a splash

Rated: M

Words: 101K

Posted: m.fanfiction.net/s/12790082/1/Harry-Potter-Lost-Son (psychopath556)

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Chapter 1

You ever have one of those mornings where you really don't want to get out of bed? Not because it felt so nice just to continue to lie on, but because you just couldn't be bothered to get up and do anything because your head felt like someone had beat it to a pulp with a nine iron?

Well if you have you'll be familiar with how I'm feeling right about now. My head's splitting but I don't remember drinking last night. In fact, I haven't had a drink that would cause this kind of a headache since that poker night the guys and I had a few weeks back, man that was a night. Right now I just want to curl up in my sheets and… wait these aren't my sheets, they don't feel right.

Forcing my eyes to open, I look at the bed covers and blink seeing they were red. Okay that wasn't right. My sheets are black and grey, something's not right here. Pulling the covers down I sit up in the bed that wasn't mine, it was wooden and not my leather frame. It was a four post instead of my base and headboard, this was not my bed.

Looking around as my eyes adjust to the lighting I can see I was in an old room that felt oddly familiar. The walls were plastered over with an old pale and brown wallpaper that looks to have faded over the years. The floor was wooden boards that looked just as old as the rest of the room. There was a wardrobe, a dresser and a desk in the room but not much else. I could see the door with was opposite a window, both looked just as old and worn as the room.

The more I looked around the more I felt I recognised this place but I couldn't put my finger on it. But the questions on my mind was, where the hell was I, and how did I get here? I bring my hand up to rub the bridge between my eyes to try and soothe my headache but when I saw my hand I stopped.

It was smaller, not the hand of a twenty-three-year-old but the hand of a young child. It had none of the scars I got in my teen years but felt so familiar. I turned my head and my eyes bulged as I looked to the dresser mirror and my eyes widened as I saw the reflection that I hadn't been paying attention to. It was me that I saw but not the twenty-three year old me that was staring back, rather it was an eleven or twelve-year-old me looking back at me.

My black hair was short like my mother used to keep it instead of my shoulder length hair that I grew out during my college years. I looked down at myself to see I wasn't seeing things as I threw the covers off me to see I was in a pair of grey long sleeves pyjamas. Getting out of the bed I stumbled a bit, not used to this body. I made my way over to the dresser, my eyes wide as I looked myself over. I looked exactly the same as I did when I was younger, except my brown eyes were grey now and my cheekbones were a little higher.

Taking a deep breath I tried to remember what had happened but the last thing I remember was that I went to bed after a long night of gaming like I usually did. I couldn't remember coming here at all, wherever here was.

Looking in the mirror something white caught my eye. On the bedside table there were two letters. Walking over I looked at them, they both looked strange. The paper was thicker than normal and the first had the words ”read me” written on its front. While the second one had already been opened, its wax seal already pulled free from the lower half of the envelope.

I opened the first and took out the thick paper inside and started to read which only confused me more and first.

”Hello Magnus,

I suppose you're wondering where you are and how you got here. And why you look like your eleven-year-old self again.

Well, the answer is simple, Magic. Your old life had come to an end, rather abruptly as it turns out. So you've been reincarnated into a new world. Most think reincarnation happens from the moment you die and then you begin a new life. That is the way it normally is but there is the odd occasion when it can happen in the first eleven years of a person's life so that way the souls can merge into one and there aren't a lot of memories to interweave with the new soul. Some of them will start filtering in a few minutes once you've finished reading this and your new world will become very much recognisable to you, if it hasn't already. From there it'll be up to you on how you want to proceed, the world will be at your fingertips to enjoy.

But I'll just give you a quick rundown of your new self so you know what to expect. You're human obviously. You're eleven years old. Your birthday is the same as your last life. Your name is the same, except for your last name that will come later, and you are a wizard.

Yes you read right you're a wizard, magic exists in this world and the second you read the next letter you'll realise just where you are, and I know it will blow your mind with the possibilities that are open for you to enjoy, have fun.”

I sat down on the bed as I finished reading as I tried to process the information. I… died, I just died then, and now I've been reincarnated. This is just too weird. I can't really think of any way to dispute what the letter is telling me. I mean, I was twenty-three before I went to sleep and now I'm eleven, this is just too insane not to be real.

As I read the letter again I felt myself swallow slightly. So I'm a wizard, that's cool I guess an eleven-year-old wizard that sounds so familiar in some way. Turning over the other letter I looked at it again and froze seeing the wax seal, it was a shield with four animals on it, a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle, is that the crest I'm thinking of, it couldn't be… but it fits, am I in that world.

I quickly opened the letter and took out the thick sheet of paper inside, parchment that's what it was called, this type of paper. I unfolded it and read the starting line that any fan of the series has been wanting to read since reading the books and watching the movies.

”We are pleased to inform you, you have been accepted at Hogwarts School, for witchcraft and wizardry… holy shit, I'm in the world of Harry Potter.” I said as I read the line out loud not actually believing it the first time. But the second I did I felt like my head was being squeezed as images flashed before my eyes, memories, but these weren't mine they were the soul's that mine joined with, it was the life that was lead before I took over.

Memories of growing up in an orphanage, of having small accidental bouts of magic that made other children stay away from me. That made the caretaker of the orphanage keep me at a distance. Memories of receiving my letter, of being met by Professor McGonagall and being told about magic. Being brought here, to the leaky cauldron in London and given instructions on what to do. I could remember it like I actually lived it, weird.

Folding the letter back up and put it away. I could remember what it said already having already read it once apparently. I couldn't help but smile like a kid, which I guess I am again. An actual Hogwarts acceptance letter, talk about a strange feeling. And these memories. I'm an orphan whose mother died in childbirth, my father was never in the picture for some reason and I grew up never feeling that I belonged with the other children in the orphanage. Well I could certainly see why now.

Looking at the letter I was excited by it. The idea of going to Hogwarts was something that anyone would be excited about… but then it hit me what this actually meant. I was in Magical Britain, not ten years ago they had been embroiled in a civil war with Voldemort, who's set to return in four years from now in the final stage of the tri-wizard tournament. War was only four years away and I'm going to be thrown headlong into the middle of it by attending Hogwarts.

Shit, how the hell am I meant to deal with this? I get a new life only to realise that I have only a few years until I have to fight for my life. If I'm a half-blood or a muggle born then I'm really in the shit, which is the only options I can think of right now. I'll be fair game to death eaters when the war starts.

Wait…do I have to go to Hogwarts, surely there could be other magical schools in Britain that I could try. With the number of witches and wizards in Britain, even after the war, surely one school wouldn't be able to support the entire populace for magical education. There was barely seven hundred students in it in the movies there has to be more. But then it's probably the largest and the most well-known, but it just doesn't add up… now that I think of it not much in the Harry Potter books do.

The war ten years ago. How could one man have caused magical Britain so much chaos? Sure he had a couple hundred death eaters, at most, and then a mix match of other dark creatures around him. But there was no way they outnumbered the rest of magical Britain if they all stood against him he wouldn't have lasted the week, horcrux's or not. It only took one deflected killing curse to destroy his body, did no one think to actually use one on him in the first place.

But then with Dumbledore and his order, plus the corrupt ministry, I would think that none of them would condone using a so called unforgiveable even if it was to end a war. It's ridiculous if you ask me, labelling magic as light or dark. Their whole system is flawed, a hammer is a tool but it can be used to kill a man, the same can be done with magic it's the intent behind its use. Magical Britain is just so stagnant that they just can't see it, they're stuck in the eighteen hundreds for Christ sake. They need a wakeup call.

Voldemort may have been a murderous bastard, but he had it right in the first book when he spoke on the matter, ”There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it”.

Sure there were lines that a guy shouldn't cross with magic that crosses over into evil, but used right magic wasn't good or evil it was just magic. But if the ends justify the means, using dark magic to kill a so-called dark lord, who would kill countless, I'm pretty sure that justifies it. The same as using dark magic to protect yourself and others, it's justified, not evil.

There was just so much about magical Britain's logic that didn't make sense, at least to me. Hogwarts was the main example of this looking at the school from a serious point of view it was a complete joke. There was an entire castle to used, filled with hundreds of rooms, but there was only nine maybe ten core subjects taught, with a further seven in the elective years after third year, and only a handful of extracurricular subject to choose from. That was at most thirty rooms' worth of classes, and how can one professor per subject possibly teach seven hundred students. High schools with the same number of students need at least four or five, and even if each class used two classrooms each there would still be loads of rooms unused. That was probably why Dumbledore was able to justify making an entire half floor of the school out of bounds in the first book for his little philosopher stone test.

On top of all this, there was just no way, that Hogwarts was able to teach all aspects of magic with such a limited staff and extremely short curriculum list. Seventeen classes in seven years, what a joke. What about conjuration, alchemy, enchanting, Wizard law, magical healing, and I'm sure there are loads more subjects that Hogwarts probably doesn't even touch on. So how was it the best wizarding school in Britain, unless all the others were even worse than this?

Shaking my head I set the letters down as I resolved to think about the flaws of magical Britain another time. If I continued now I'd never stop and I could probably write another series of books on the matter on just the flaws alone. Right now I had to focus. There were things I had to do now that I remembered what was going on.

I quickly moved to get dressed as I saw my bag at the end of the bed with a couple of sets of spare clothes. I'd get breakfast after my business in the alley was done.

Once I was dressed in my jeans, t-shirt and jacket, I went to lift my Hogwarts letter, I blinked seeing that it was on its own, the other letter had disappeared. I guess it wasn't going to stay, it would be kind of hard to explain if someone found it. It's not exactly a fact I want people to know, if people knew I know what's going to happen in the future it could be very bad for me best to keep that fact on the down low.

With my letter in hand I headed over to the door out of my rented room. I knew the way down and out and my destination and I couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement as I walked down the corridor and the stairs as I thought about where I was actually going.

Stepping out the back door my eyes widened seeing a group of other people standing there as the wall parted. It was just as cool as in the movies watching the bricks part creating the doorway into the alley.

I walked through the gateway and into the alley after the people in front of me and I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping. It was as amazing as I thought it would be, the alley was bustling with activity not as busy as in the movie but still very busy. I had to keep my head down as I made my way down the narrowed alley through the crowd.

This was something else that confused me about magical Britain. Surely there were other places to shop in the country other than the alley. This couldn't be the only place that catered to the magicals of Britain. There would be no way it could accommodate everyone. Maybe there were smaller places hidden out in other locations the books and movies just didn't touch on? That had to be the case, just like other magical schools, they weren't brought up till the tri-wizard tournament there were bound to be others.

Finally, after about ten minutes of weaving in and out of the crowded alley I made it to the steps of Gringotts bank and sighed a breath of relief after the rather annoying task, before straightening myself out and starting up the steps. My Hogwarts letter still in hand as I made my way inside.

Stepping inside I looked around in slightly awe at the size of the place. It was much larger inside than it was out and I quickly remembered the reason, magical size enchantments like on the tents that were used at the Quidditch world cup and Hermione's bag. One of those, or something similar, those could come in handy in the future.

As I made my way through the room I saw all the goblins moving around and some other wizards and witches speaking with different tellers at their benches. I didn't know the proper protocols to follow at this time though I had some ideas on things from reading fanfictions. But I didn't know if they counted, and the Wiki didn't really give much more than the basics and so I decided to just wing it for now and hope for the best.

Walking right up to the head teller at the tallest desk I cleared my throat, ”Excuse me, my deepest apologies for disturbing you but I need some help.” I spoke keeping my tone as strong as I could which wasn't much given I was eleven years old.

The small goblin stopped his scribbling and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, ”A young wizard with manners? Now this is a rare sight. What business does a child have with Gringotts bank, and be quick, less my sword find your throat. Time is gold.” he spoke with an amused yet annoyed voice, likely trying to scare me, it didn't work.

I held up my letter to the goblin, ”I was told to come to Gringotts to get my school funds to buy my supplies for Hogwarts, I was hoping you could help me.” I stated plainly my voice solid.

The goblin took my letter giving me a curious look, likely because of my not reacting to his threat, and read through it quickly he nodded, ”I see, very well, you will need to undergo an inherency test first, to check that you are indeed legible for the funds. If you have magical relatives they or your house would be required to pay for your schooling.” he said as he waved his hand to another goblin who came over.

I heard them speak in some kind of language which I remembered was called goblin speak from the Wiki and before my letter was handed back to me, ”This goblin will show you to a meeting room where you shall have your blood tested. If you are not part of any house you shall be given the key to a Hogwarts student vault with your funds inside.” he said in dismissal.

I nodded and turned to follow the goblin who lead me to a set of double doors where I was lead inside, ”Wait here” the goblin said gruffly before leaving.

Looking around the room I could see there was decorated rather nicely, though it could do with a clean. There was a solid wood desk and two chairs in the middle of the room where I assumed I was to wait and so sat down in the chair facing the door to wait to be met.

After a minute or so the doors opened and a goblin came in pulling a large wooden box on wheels, he looked to me before grinning, ”Are you the to-be-student, who's here for an inherency test?” he asked.

I nodded my head stiffly, ”I am.” I replied as I watched the goblin approach the desk before stopping to open the wooden box and taking out a stone bowl that had a number of carved runes on its rim with a red ruby in its centre, and a curved knife with similar runes.

”I need your blood boy.” the goblin said with a grin as he sat at the desk and placed the bowl in front of me.

I looked at the bowl before speaking, ”How much do you need for the test?” I asked straight.

That seemed to take the goblin back for a moment at my unflinching, it would appear some of the fanfictions were right, goblins did like to make wizards squirm. Well I must have been a bit of a shock for them.

Shaking the shock off, the goblin cleared his throat, ”Five drops will be sufficient,” he said before handing me the knife.

I nodded back taking the knife and pressing the tip to the tip of my index finger and pressing hard enough to break the skin before holding it over the bowl and letting five drops fall in before taking my hand away.

I watch on with slight awe as I watched the cut close up as the same time as the runes on the blade glowed. So that's what they were for. I handing the knife back to the goblin.

As the goblin took the bowl back I watched on as he tapped the runes in a sequence as they light up and my blood was soaked into the ruby in the centre of the bowl. Seconds before a thick black smoke started to poor out of it, floating up and forming a shield.

My eyes widened as I recognised it from the wiki, I had seen it a number of times and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a shield divided into two, the top half with an armoured arm holding a sword and the bottom part with three birds, ravens or crows, I felt my mouth open seeing it before I looked at the goblin who looked to be just as shocked as I before he cleared his throat.

”Well this is most surprising, it would appear child that you are a lost son of the most ancient and most noble house of Black.” the goblin spoke as I looked back up at the crest as it faded away.

I was a Black, like Sirius, but…. But… ”How?” I asked openly not understanding how this could be, I knew that Sirius didn't have any kids, unless he did and I was him. I just couldn't think how else this would be possible.

The goblin grinned, ”Let's find out, shall we,” he said as he moved to the box and took out a quill and a sheet of parchment. ”I will need some more of your blood,” the goblin explained handing the bowl and knife back to me, ”ten drops this time. Once it's done I will use the quill to trace back your magical family lines for three generations on either family side. After that I'm required to hand you over to your families account manager, I believe he will have a number of things to discuss with you now that you have been identified as a son of the house of Black.”

I nodded taking the knife and once again cutting my finger and giving the required blood into the bowl. The same thing happened as before as I watched the cut on my finger heal before I passed the bowl over.

The goblin place the quill in the blood and in a couple of seconds it soaked it all in before he placed it on the parchment and we watched the magic take effect. The quill lifted up into the air and then proceeded to write, starting with my name and then going backwards. I watched with wide eyes as I saw my birth father's name written next to Sirius and my eyes were fixed on it.

”Regulus Arcturus Black is… my father?” I said in awe watching as the quill writes three generations backwards of the Black line before it started on my mother's side, ”And, Alisha Parker, was my mother?” I said looking on as I saw the quill scroll back three generations of the Parker family before stopping and falling still on the parchment.

The goblin quickly took the parchment and looked it over, ”Yes it would seem that your mother was a third generation witch, born to a lower power magical family but with three generations in her. She would be seen by most wizards to be better than most born from muggles, though not by much. But enough to make you the equivalent of a pure blood being both her child and the son of a pure blooded house with such lineage as the house of Black.” he said before rolling the parchment up. ”I will take this to the account manager for your new house so that he can confirm it. He will be with you momentarily to continue your business with Gringotts.” before moving to collect the other items back into the wooden box and dragging it behind him as he left the room.

I sat there as I tried to contemplate just what this meant. I was a Black… I was the son Regulus Black…that would make Sirius Black… my uncle. But if Sirius was removed from the Black family that would make me the last one of the Black family wouldn't it?

As I sat there trying to contemplate just what was happening the doors to the meeting room opened once again and another goblin came in this one wearing an all-black suit looking older than the last. I noticed he had the Black's house crest on a black sash over his coat, he immediately walked up to the table and looked at me with a somewhat hard gaze for a moment before speaking.

”Master Black, My name is Ironclaw, I am the account manager for the ancient and most noble house of Black. It is an honour to meet you, and a relief to know that the house of Black has once again been revived with your discovery.” he spoke with respect to me.

I had absolutely no idea where to begin right now. All this information in my head I didn't know where to start so until I had time to sit down and make a plan the best thing to do would be to go with the flow of things.

I steeled myself and nodded, ”Thank you, Account Manager Ironclaw, your words are most welcome. However I'm slightly uninformed at the moment being raised outside of the wizarding world, and behind on some things… I would seek your council as to how I should proceed from here. As you are no doubt loyal to my apparent house I believe I should trust your advice on things.” I replied knowing it could be taken one of two ways, luckily it went the better way. He grinned.

”Well I can see that you are quite wise seeking the help of others Master Black, and yes you are right, I and those of my clan have been loyal to the house of Black for close to two hundred years. It would be my honour to aid you until you can keep your own council.” he said giving me a toothy grin, ”Now, as you said you are just now re-joining the magical world I would ask if you have had your inoculations as of yet.”

I paused for a minute before speaking, ”I have had my inoculations for mundane diseases but if I am to go by what you are suggesting then there are others I am in need of… for the magical kind?” I asked.

Ironclaw nodded, ”Yes, young master there are. Normally I would send any common wizard to the wizarding hospital St Mungo's for theirs but for the last son of the house of black I would recommend seeing a Goblin healer for such as it would be faster and we can also offer a full magical scan to gauge any other latent magical abilities you have, house Black had a few in generations past, it could be possible that they reawakened in you.” he added. ”Our healers are trained in both wizard and goblin treatment. Given that Gringotts employs a number of wizards for various tasks. It is beneficial to be able to treat them in-house, should something go wrong on a job, rather than send them to be treated at a wizard hospital.”

I thought for a moment as I seemed to recall some mentions of magical diseases in the books, dragon pox and the like, I nodded, ”Yes thank you Ironclaw. I believe I will take you up on that offer.” I said with a bow of my head.

Ironclaw bowed back, ”Of course Young master. Please follow me and I will see you to our healers personally.”

Following Ironclaw, the goblin lead me from the meeting room and deeper into the bank and the through serval more doors until we came to a set of larger white doors. Passing through we came into what looked like an examination room and to the side sat a goblin in a white suit who turned to us as we entered. Ironclaw immediately approached him and the two conversed in goblin speak as I looked over the room.

There was a metal table with a thin cloth over it with a moveable curtain to provide privacy. In the display cases on the walls, there were jars that looked to be filled with different things ranging eyeballs of different animals to various fungi.

Hearing the talking stop I turned to the goblin pair as they approached me.

”Master Black, it is an honour to be able to provide aid to one of such an honourable and old house such as yours.” the goblin stated giving a bow, ”My name is Healer Bolgrif, and your Account manager informs me that you require Gringotts services in a medical review at this time and inoculations for diseases of the magical variety.”

I nodded, ”Yes that is true Healer Bolgrif. I have just recently re-joined the magical world and find myself unprepared in such matters so I asked my account manager to aid me in such, and here we are.” I stated

Bolgrif nodded, ”Indeed. Well if you would like to have a seat on the table I will retrieve the potions for you to take and I will then perform a magical medial scan in order to see if there is anything else I can aid you with before we move on to your magical check.”

I nodded and moved to sit down on the table as instructed and waited a few moments as the goblin leaves the room for a few minutes only to return with a wooden box with a number of phials. He then set it on the table beside me, ”Drink these Master Black, they will inoculate you from all known magical diseases.” he instructed.

I nodded and took up one of the phials and uncorked it giving a wince as I caught the scent, it was revolting, like someone had put three week old socks in a blender and put it on high, all I could do was hold my breath as I swallowed down each phial and try not to gag as each one tasted worse than the last.

As I set the last empty phial down I blanched, ”That was probably the single most disgusting experience of my life.” I said trying not to throw up from the aftertaste.

Bolgrif and Ironclaw gave a chuckle at my expense as Bolgrif stepped forward and raised a small wand and started to wave it in front of me, ”Yes most say that. But better the taste than the diseases they protect against.” he said before he started to chant as the tip of his wand glowed and I felt the magic wash over me like a tingling sensation against my skin.

I sat up and let him continue his scan for a few minutes more before he stopped and nodded, ”Master Black, I can find no other ailments on yourself at this time that will not naturally fix themselves on their own as you age and grow. With your permission I would begin your magical scan to test your magical core and check for any latent magical abilities.” he asked politely.

I swallowed slightly, a little nervous and nodded, ”Yes please continue healer Bolgrif.” I instructed as politely as I could back.

Bolgrif nodded back and raised his wand as he started to chant again. This time his wand tip glowing a bright blue instead of the white glow from before, and slowly as he continued the glow separated and small orbs of light broke off and changed colour for reasons I couldn't identify. Although apparently they were important as with each one Bolgrif raised an eyebrow and looked a little more excited as he continued. By the end there were three small lights in front of me, one a bright blue, the other a bright silver and a third a bright green.

Lowering his wand Bolgrif grinned, ”Well this is certainly a welcome surprise.” he stated looking to my account manager, ”It would seem you were right. Some of the Black family abilities have resurfaced.” he stated.

After a moment I cleared my throat, ”Would someone please tell me what these lights mean?” I asked as politely as I could. I was getting a little annoyed about being left in the dark here.

Bolgrif turned back to me with a toothy grin, ”Of course master Black, my apologies.” he stated before indicating to the light blue light, ”This orb represents your magical cores state. It is healthy and a good size for someone your age, indicating you will be magically powerful as you grow older.” he explained before moving on to the silver orb.

”This one is a latent magical ability that was thought lost to the Black family line, but it would appear with the addition of new blood and magic to the line has been enough to awaken it once more, if partially. Possessors of this ability can change their appearance at will with practice. Those with this skill are called Metamorphmagus. Though only partially awakened you will now have the range of abilities as a full user would have. You will still be able to do minor changes, Congratulations” he said giving me a toothy grin before moving on to the last,

”And this green orb represents another ability this one a full ability that you will be able to learn. Some wizards learn how to transform into different animals. This ability is called being an Animagus. Some are born with the ability to use this more easily than others, once you have learned what form you can take on you will find it easier than your peers should any of them try to achieve such transformations.” he finished.