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Pray For The Wicked

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Blood Identity Test


Full Name: Henrick Jameson “Harry” Potter-Black


Also Known As Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Evan James, Savior of The Wizarding World


Biological Mother: Lily Adriana Evans-Potter


Biological Father: Jameson Charlus Leo Potter


Blood Father: Sirius Orion Black


Godfather: Severus Tobias Snape


Godmother: Alice Longbottom




Lord Potter

Lord Peverell

Lord Slytherin

Lord Black


Heir Prince



Peverell Castle - Norway

Potter Manor - Scotland

Potter Cottage - England

¼ of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Marauders Mad Place - America

Slytherin Manor - England

Mortem Black Box - Karl Johans Gate, Oslo, Norway


To say that Harry, now Henrick was shocked would be the understatement of the century. He had only expected to inherent 1 Lordship and the Potter properties. He had always suspected that Harry was just a nickname. Henrick Jameson, that had a nice ring to it.  He collected all his rings and a sheet of parchment with the locations of his properties.


The Potter ring went on his left index finger. It was made of gold and small rubies with the Potter crest in the middle. Non Crudelis, Non Ignavus, Never Cruel, Never Cowardly. On his right middle finger was the Peverell ring. A simple band of black metal with the crest of The Deathly Hallows. On his left middle finger was supposed to be the Prince heir ring but he didn't feel ready to accept it. The Black ring went on his left ring finger. Made of gold, with the Black crest proudly standing out. Toujours Pur, words to live by. Not because of blood purity, no, it meant to always be pure to yourself.  


Instead of a ring, you had to claim the Slytherin lordship with a bracelet. Three bands of leather holding the Slytherin crest, connecting with a gold clasp.


As soon as he locked the clasp around his wrist a surge of magic went through his body. And his eyes flashed pure white for only a second, unknown to him.


He left the bank and realized it was already night. the street was almost empty, only a few people where last minute shopping before everything closed down for the day. He stood there in the middle of the street thinking over everything he had learned. Oh fuck  He began hurryingly walking down the street. A wave of nausea hit the green-eyed teen. His back collided with the nearest solid thing he could find, which was the outer Gringotts wall.


He took his head in his hands. Why can't I just be normal? ! He screamed in his head. All he ever wanted was to be normal. To have his parents with him again, but no, faith had some other bullshit up her sleeve.  With all the thoughts running through his head he didn't notice that he had begun crying and that I was raining. His lungs were on fire, oh shit he was having a panic attack.


Henrick suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. His eyes shot up, his eyes were too blurry from crying to see who the stranger was.


“Are you alright, child?” The smooth and silky voice of the oddly familiar stranger asked.


Unable to answer Henrick just shook his head. He shakingly sucked in a breath and tried to stand up.


He failed and fell into the arms of the stranger, unconscious.