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Harry Potter and the First Year of His New Life

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Harry Potter did not like it at the Dursleys’.

He didn’t like cooking all the meals and then not getting to eat them, he didn’t like weeding the flowers in the blazing sun without any water, he didn’t like sleeping in the cramped cupboard under the stairs, and he definitely didn’t like the punishments he received when he messed up his chores.

He didn’t like it, but he figured that was what life was like for everyone. That is, until a woman visited Number 4 Privet Drive.


Minerva McGonagall considered herself a proud woman, but she knew when to admit she was wrong.

An owl tapped on the window of her office in the middle of July, pulling her out of preparing classwork for the next school year. With a flick of her wand, the window opened and the large barn owl flew in.

“Thank you,” Minerva said to it, taking the letter. The owl flew away as she opened it and began to read.


Professor McGonagall,

It has come to our attention that a number of people have no recollection of certain events that took place in the past or their place in them. We are concerned that you may be one of them.

We would request that you report to Gringotts as soon as possible to undergo a full scan for memory charms and/or potions.

May your enemies quiver before you,
Chief Goblin, Gringotts Branch


Minerva was shocked. She had never been summoned to Gringotts before, but if this memory loss was as much of a problem as it sounded, she would go.


The large doors of Gringotts swung open as Minerva swept through them. A goblin looked up from its place at the long desk and stood up, moving toward a hallway branching off from the main room.

“This way, please,” the goblin said, motioning her over.

Minerva followed the goblin down the hall to a small office. “Please, sit,” the goblin said. When Minerva did, “Goblin Chief Griphook will be in shortly to see you.”

“Thank you,” Minerva said politely as the goblin exited the room.

As she waited, Minerva looked around the room. It seemed too barren to be a goblin’s personal office. The small creatures tended to display their treasures and the shelves were all bare.

“I apologize for the wait,” another goblin said, entering the office through a hidden door.

“That is quite alright,” Minerva replied, standing and bowing at the waist. “I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine," the goblin replied, bowing to her. "I am Griphook, Chief Goblin of the Gringotts branch of the Goblin Nation and Sole Executor of the Wishes and Accounts of the Noble and Most Ancient Houses of the Founders of Hogwarts."

Minerva was suitably impressed. Being responsible for even one of the Founders' Accounts was an honor, but being responsible for all four?

"If you would follow me, we can administer a full Inheritance and Health Scan to determine whether or not you have been affected."

Griphook led her through the hidden door and down a narrow corridor. They came to a brick wall and Minerva watched as Griphook ran one finger along the cracks. A doorway opened and the pair stepped through, into a much larger room.

Now this was a goblin's office.

Gold statues gleamed on all the shelves, inlaid gemstones glittering in the light. On the mahogany desk, a hunk of solid jade sat on a stack of parchment next to a small decorative box.

Griphook picked up the parchment and took a dagger out of the box. “Just one drop of blood on the parchment will show us all we need to know.”

Minerva took both items and pricked her finger. She put one drop of blood on the parchment and whispered a quick healing charm.

The blood spiralled across the page, sprawling quite shocking words.


Minerva Henrietta McGonagall
Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Gryffindor (Chosen By the Olde Magicks)

Robert McGonagall (Deceased)
Isobel McGonagall née Ross (Deceased)

Malcolm McGonagall (Deceased)
Robert McGonagall (Deceased)

Elphinstone Urquart (Alive; Compromised)

Minerva McGonagall’s Personal Vault
Ross Family Vault
Urquart Family Vault
Gryffindor Family Vault

All Speak- Animal (97% Blocked By Albus Dumbledore)

Core Block (50% Blocked By Albus Dumbledore; 34% Broken)

Memory Loss Spell (Administered By Albus Dumbledore Yearly)
Allegiance Potion (Focused on Albus Dumbledore, Gryffindor House, Light Magic; Administered By Albus Dumbledore Monthly)
Antagonism Potion (Focused on Slytherin House, Dark Magic; Administered By Albus Dumbledore Monthly)


Minerva was stunned. There was too much to take in. Heir to Gryffindor? All Speak?

But one thing jumped out at her.

"My husband is still alive?" She asked, tears threatening to break her stern mask.

Griphook handed her a handkerchief. Minerva dabbed her eyes before clenching it in her lap.

"If the test says he is, then he is," Griphook said gravely. "The test never lies."

Minerva stared at her husband’s name on the paper. She thought she had come to terms with his death years ago, but it seemed she never had.

Shaking herself once, Minerva looked up at Griphook. “How can I remove these potions and spells?”

“We can do a full purge as soon as you wish, but you may have to stay here for observation, depending on how well you take it,” Griphook replied.

Minerva nodded. “Let us get it over with.”

“Very well, then,” Griphook said, standing up. “If you would follow me to the exam room.”


As Minerva was undergoing the purge, Griphook went to inform his visitors of the recent events.

“She is doing well,” he said. “It was the right decision to bring her here first.

“I thought so. Minerva was always a strong woman,” one of them replied.

Griphook nodded. “I agree. Now who is next on the list?”

The other smiled warmly. “Remus Lupin.”

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Remus John Lupin was never your stereotypical Gryffindor.

He wasn’t boastful, he wasn’t all that reckless, and, if you asked him, he wasn’t brave.

That was the reason he didn’t know why he was standing in Gringotts, waiting to be tested for potions and spells.

“Mr. Lupin?” A goblin asked. “Follow me.” The goblin led him down a long hallway to a virtually empty office. “Please sit. Goblin Chief Griphook will be in shortly.”

Remus sat (in the same chair Minerva had sat just minutes ago), fiddling with a loose string on his jumper nervously.

He had gotten the letter asking for his presence only a few hours before, an owl somehow finding him in his ramshackle old cottage in the middle of nowhere. Remus suspected the shock of getting mail to be one of the reasons he actually came.

The only mail he had gotten in the past eight years was rejection letters from every place he had applied to work and check-in letters from the Ministry to make sure he wasn’t doing anything ‘savage.’

Both kinds put quite a damper on his day.

“Mr. Lupin?” a voice asked, pulling his attention to a goblin that appeared in the room. “I am Goblin Chief Griphook. If you would follow me.” Without waiting to see if he was following, Griphook turned and walked down a newly revealed hallway to a different office.

“As you were informed, you were asked to come to be tested for Spells and Potions, as well as to be purged of them,” Griphook stated. He picked up a piece of parchment and a small, well crafted dagger. “Please place one drop of blood on this parchment.”

Remus took the dagger carefully and pricked his finger. He squeezed a drop of blood out, and it fell on the parchment. The sight of the blood swirling and expanding was so mesmerising that he almost didn’t notice the words it was forming.


Remus John Lupin

Lyall Lupin (Deceased)
Hope Lupin née Howell (Deceased)

Sirius Orion Black III (Alive; Compromised)

Black Family Vault
Lupin Family Vault

Core Block (50% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)

Memory Loss Spell (Administered By Albus Dumbledore Yearly)
Allegiance Potion (Focused on Albus Dumbledore, Gryffindor House, Light Magic; Administered By Albus Dumbledore Monthly)
Antagonism Potion (Focused on Slytherin House, Dark Magic; Administered By Albus Dumbledore Monthly)


Remus stared in shock and anger at the parchment.

“Administered monthly?” he thought. “Is that why Dumbledore insists I come to Hogwarts every month? I knew his need to ‘check up on me’ was bullshit.”

“Mr. Lupin?” Griphook asked, eyeing the man warily.

“Get these things out of me,” Remus said, looking up at the goblin, eyes glinting dangerously.


“How did it go?”

“He seemed to take it well,” Griphook said to his visitors. “Though, I do believe he will be angry when he realises what all he forgot.”

“He has every right to.


When Remus woke up, it was to a familiar face hovering over his.

“P‘fessor?” he slurred. “What a’ you doin’ ‘ere?”

McGonagall smiled. “The same as you, Mr. Lupin. Getting my mind back.”

With his old professor’s help, Remus managed to sit up with a groan. “I haven’t felt this bad since that full moon in fifth year,” he huffed.

“That was a particularly horrible week for you,” Minerva replied.

When Remus looked up at her, he noticed that there was a twinkle in her eye and a small smile on her lips. “I assume you got good news on your test then?”

“The very best.”

The two talked for a few minutes, revealing that Dumbledore had done the same things to both of them.

All of a sudden, a thought occurred to Remus.

“Oh, Merlin. Harry,” he said. “I’ve never checked on him because Dumbledore said it wasn’t safe. Who knows what that bastard has done to him.”

“Neither did I,” Minerva admitted, standing up briskly. “I will go retrieve him.”


“Chief Griphook?” a goblin asked, poking their head into the room. “Minerva McGonagall has left the bank.”

Griphook nodded briskly and the goblin ducked back out. “Just as you said would happen,” he said, turning to his guests.

“All will be righted in the world.”

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The doorbell rang as the Dursleys were eating breakfast.

“Go get it, boy,” Vernon Dursley said, stuffing his face with bacon.

“Yes, sir,” Harry replied as he got up from where he was scrubbing the floor in the hallway. He pushed the bucket and brush toward the wall to get it out of the way before heading toward the door.

When he opened the door, he looked up at the woman standing outside. “Hello,” he said politely. “Can I help you?”

Minerva McGonagall looked down at the small boy in shock. This was Harry Potter? It couldn’t be. This boy was quite obviously malnourished, and his clothes were much too large for him. A fading bruise could be seen peeking out from under the collar of his shirt.

Combined with the fact that the wards around the house were laughably weak, Minerva had a sinking feeling that she wouldn’t like what she found in this house.

“May I speak to your Aunt and Uncle?” she asked the small boy.

Harry nodded. “They’re in the kitchen.”

Minerva stepped inside and followed him into the kitchen. Petunia Dursley sat ramrod straight in her chair, primly nibbling on toast while her disgusting husband ate everything else. Another plate sat untouched on the table.

“Petunia,” Minerva said sternly, watching Harry out of the corner of her eye.

Not wanting to get behind in his chores and be punished, Harry went back to scrubbing. He didn’t see Minerva’s horrified look.

Petunia looked up, eyes wide. She stood quickly and said, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to inform you that your services will no longer be needed. I will be taking Mr. Potter from your custody.”

“So you saddle us with this thing and now you’re taking it away? We wasted good money on that freak.” Vernon spat.

Minerva eyes glinted dangerously and she opened her mouth to reply just as Dudley Dursley barrelled into her from behind. He flopped into a chair and began shoveling the food on the untouched plate into his mouth. He spat it out just as quickly.

“Mummy! It’s cold!” he yelled, sticking his lip out in a pout.

“I’ll get you another plate, Duddykins,” Petunia cooed. “Boy!” she yelled. Harry scrambled to his feet. “Get Dudley a warm plate of food.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harry said, keeping his head down as he moved toward the stove.

“He will not be getting anyone food,” Minerva said angrily, putting an arm out to stop Harry from moving. Harry flinched at the quick movement. “You can get it yourself, as you are not paralyzed nor have any broken limbs. For now.” She turned her back to the family. “Come, Mr. Potter. We will collect your belongings and be on our way.”

Behind her, Petunia’s eyes widened. “That won’t be necessary!” she exclaimed, racing to get in front of Minerva. “Vernon will gather them, won’t you dear?” She gave her husband a look.

Catching on, Vernon said, “Of course! It would be no trouble! No trouble at all!” He hustled out of the room, banging into the walls of the hallway and narrowly missing the bucket of soapy water.

Suspicious, Minerva pushed past Petunia and watched as Vernon unlocked the cupboard under the stairs. Vernon froze when he felt her eyes on him.

“And just what are you doing?” Minerva asked, gaze piercing.

“Sir is just getting my stuff, ma’am,” Harry said quietly. He slipped past Vernon into the cupboard and came back out with a ratty old backpack. “We can go now.”

“That’s everything you have?” Minerva asked gently. When Harry nodded, she said, “Please go wait outside, dear. I will be out shortly.”

She waited until Harry was outside before turning to the Dursleys. “You should count yourself lucky that I will be reporting this to the proper authorities and not killing you on the spot,” she spat, voice shaking with fury. “You will never see that boy again, and you will not try to contact him in any way, shape, or form. He is a nine year old boy. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

At that, she whirled around and went to collect her charge, gently taking his hand and whisking him off to Diagon Alley.


After a strange whirling sensation, Harry and the lady popped out in front of a big white stone building. Harry puked a bit in his mouth, but swallowed it back down. He didn’t want to get punished for throwing up in public.

“Ma’am,” Harry said, tugging on the lady’s hand timidly. “What was that? It didn’t feel nice.”

“Call me Minerva, dear,” she replied with a kind smile. “That was Apparition. It takes a while to get used to, so it’s very common to feel sick afterwards.” She led him toward the building. “Come along, now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry still didn't really get it, but he knew that you could get punished for asking too many questions, so he stayed quiet. This lady was nice and he didn't want to push his luck.

Harry looked up at the building. “What is this place?”

“This is Gringotts.” At Harry’s confused look, Minerva said, “It’s a bank.” She nodded to a short creature standing beside the bronze doors. The creature bowed as Minerva opened the door. Harry smiled timidly back at it.

They went through another pair of doors, silver this time, and Harry gasped as they stepped into an enormous space.

More of the creatures were sitting behind a long counter, tending to customers and scribbling in books with long feathers. Minerva ushered him up to the counter and stopped in front of one of the creatures.

As Minerva talked to it, Harry stood on his tiptoes and peeked over the edge of the counter, watching with wide eyes as another creature counted a pile of rubies. When the creature noticed him, Harry quietly said, “Hello, sir.”

“Hello, young one,” the creature replied gruffly.

“Um, not to be rude, but what are you?” Harry asked curiously.

The creature grunted. “I am a goblin, young one.”

“Oh. Thank you." Harry watched the goblin count for a while before Minerva took Harry’s hand once more and led him down a hallway.


Remus sat in Griphook’s office nervously, waiting for McGonagall to return with his pup. He could finally clearly recall the day he had held Harry for the first time.


“Hey, Moons, I think the pup wants you,” Sirius said, walking over to him, Harry held in his arms.

“I don’t think so,” Remus replied, backing away. “He doesn’t like me.”

James snorted from his seat on the couch next to Lily. “You’ve barely touched him, Moony. How do you know?”

“Just hold him already,” Severus added, coming into the room with a cup of tea for Lily. “You’re being insufferable.”

“I’ll show you how,” Sirius said, standing in front of Remus. “Just hold your arms like this and you’ll be fine.” He placed Harry gently in Remus’ arms and stepped away. “There you go.”

Remus stared down at the tiny baby as Sirius wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned into his side. “I want one,” Sirius said softly, so only Remus could hear.

“One day,” Remus promised, turning his head to plant a kiss on Sirius’ forehead.


The door opening snapped Remus out of his memory, and he leapt to his feet to greet the new arrivals.

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“Now, Harry, through this door is someone who knew you when you were a baby,” Minerva explained.

Harry’s face brightened. “They knew me? Did they know my parents?”

“Yes, he did. He was one of their best friends,” Minerva replied, smiling down at him.

“Let’s go!” Harry exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that telling an adult what to do automatically earns you a slap.

Minerva pushed open the door and Harry darted in. His eyes skipped over the goblin behind the desk in the back and immediately went to the man standing in the middle of the room. He had a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

“Harry,” he breathed.

The boy tilted his head, a vague memory of that voice coming back to him. “Uncle Moony?”

The man beamed and knelt down in front of Harry. “Hello, pup. It’s been a long time,” he said tearfully.

Harry had learned long ago that physical touch meant pain, but something about this man made Harry want to hug him.

So he did.

The man held him tight against his chest and Harry had never felt safer than he did in that moment.

“I’m so glad to see you, pup,” the man said, pulling away and holding onto Harry’s shoulders. “I’m Remus. I knew you when you were a baby.”

Harry tilted his head again. “Why do I know you as Moony if your name is Remus?” he asked timidly.

Remus chuckled. “That’s the nickname your father always called me. I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”

“Oh.” Harry paused before shyly asking, “Can I still call you that?”

“Of course!” Remus replied, eyes shining.

The goblin behind Remus cleared his throat.

“Oh, yes, that’s right.” Remus looked Harry dead in the eyes and said, “We have to make sure that while you were staying with the-” He looked over at Minerva.

“Dursleys,” Minerva supplied, a stormy look on her face.

Remus scowled briefly. “That while you were staying with the Dursleys no magical forces were harming you,” he continued. “Chief Griphook just needs a tiny drop of your blood.”

Harry nodded. He knew that when adults asked you to do something you had to do it, so there was no point in protesting. “Alright,” he said, shaking slightly as Griphook came toward him with a knife.

Feeling the small boy shaking, Remus gently asked, “Do you want to hold my hand?”

Harry nodded again and gripped one of Remus’ hands. Griphook took his other hand and, using just the tip of the knife, pricked one of Harry’s fingers. A single drop of blood fell onto a piece of parchment and Harry watched in awe as it spelled out words.


Hadrian James Potter
Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin (By Right of Conquest)
Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of LeFay (By Right of Conquest)
Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter
Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell
Heir of the Noble House of Prince
Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black (Named as Heir by Lord Black)

Creature Inheritance:
Dark Fae (50% Blood-Adopted Father’s side; 100% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Veela (50% Father’s side; 100% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)

James Potter (Alive; Compromised)
Lily Potter née Evans (Deceased)
Severus Snape-Prince (Alive; Parent by Full Blood Adoption)

Potter Family Vault
Trust Fund- Hadrian Potter
Peverell Family Vault
Black Family Vault
LeFay Family Vault
Slytherin Family Vault

All Speak- Animal and Creature (100% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Parselmagic (100% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore; 25% Broken)
Mage Sight (100% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore; 14% Broken)

Core Block (75% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore; 12% Broken)
Core Block (FAILED by Molly Prewett)
IQ Block (75% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore; 5% Broken)

Allegiance Potion (Focused on Albus Dumbledore, Gryffindor House, Light Magic; Administered By Albus Dumbledore; Dormant until 11 years old)
Antagonism Potion (Focused on Slytherin House, Dark Magic; Administered By Albus Dumbledore; Dormant until 11 years old)


When he saw all that had been done to his pup, Remus pulled Harry- no, Hadrian close. How could he forget his pup’s name?

And how DARE Dumbledore do this to an innocent child?

Remus felt a growl rumble through his chest and his wolf pushed at the back of his mind, pressuring him to track down the old bastard and rip his throat out.

Hadrian whimpered quietly at his growl and Remus pushed the wolf down. “Sorry if I scared you, pup,” he murmured to Hadrian. “The results just made me a tad angry.”

“It’s okay,” Hadrian replied, a bit stunned. No adult had ever apologized to him before. He looked back down at the parchment. “Why does it say I have three parents?” he asked Griphook.

“It happens with same-sex couples in the wizarding world,” Griphook explained before turning away. “Now come, young one. You must be cleansed.”

Hadrian’s brow furrowed and he looked up at Remus in confusion. “What does he mean ‘cleansed?’”

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Hadrian was led into a huge room with a hard wooden floor and a vaulted ceiling. He still held tight to Remus’ hand.

When they reached the center of the room, Griphook turned to Hadrian and said, “We will have to perform many spells on you to remove the blocks, and they it may be painful.” Another goblin appeared behind him and handed him a vial. “If you would like, you can drink this and be asleep for all of it.”

“I won’t feel it if I’m asleep?” Hadrian asked nervously.

“You won’t,” Griphook confirmed.

Hadrian glanced up at Remus only to find the man smiling down at him. “Go ahead, pup. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

The small boy reached out and took the vial, swallowing it down quickly. The last thing he saw was his Uncle Moony’s smiling face, and he had never felt more safe.


“I’m told the cleansing went well,” one of Griphook’s guests said when the goblin entered the room.

“Very well,” Griphook replied. “Hadrian is young, he will do well.” He looked up at his guests. “Now it is your turn.”

“If that is what you wish,” the other guest said as she stood gracefully. “Come, dear,” she continued. “Let us fill in the holes in our memories.”


Hadrian woke slowly, but when he opened his eyes, he was assaulted by a riot of colors and whined in pain.

“It’s alright, pup,” Remus said gently, placing a pair of glasses on his face. “That’s just your Mage Sight. These glasses will help you until you get used to it.”

“Thank you,” Hadrian whispered, opening his eyes again and looking around the room. It had a lot of beds in it, and a few even had curtains pulled around them. He wanted to ask about them, but he didn’t know if he was allowed.

Remus noticed where he was looking and said, “Those are closed because other people are getting cleansed today, too.” He paused. “It seems the old goat’s reach has touched more than I ever could have thought,” he continued quietly, still staring at the curtains.

“Uncle Moony?”

Remus snapped out of his thoughts and turned to Hadrian was now sitting up. “Yes, pup?”

Hadrian looked down at his lap shyly. “Can you tell me about my parents?”

“Of course, pup.” Remus settled himself on the edge of the bed. “What would you like to know?”

“What did they look like?” Hadrian asked after a moment of thought.

Remus smiled down at him and pulled a battered old photograph out of his pocket. Handing it to Hadrian, he said, “This is them. Well, two of them.”

Hadrian watched in awe as the two people in the picture danced around, the woman-his mother’s red hair flying.

“That’s James,” Remus said, pointing to the man who looked remarkably like Hadrian. “And that is Lily.” This time he pointed to the woman.

“What about the other?” Hadrian asked. “The test said I had three. Do you have any pictures of the other?”

Remus shook his head sadly. “I don’t. The blocks put on my own mind made me believe he was my enemy.”

“Oh,” Hadrian said quietly. “But he isn’t, is he?”

“Not in the slightest,” Remus replied. “He can be a bit harsh at times, but he was one of the best friends I had.”

Hadrian thought back to the piece of paper. “What did it mean when it said ‘compromised’ by Dad-James’ name?”

“We don’t know, young one,” Griphook said, appearing next to the bed. Hadrian jumped and scooted closer to his uncle. Remus put an arm around him and held him close to his side. “It was thought that James Potter was dead, but it seems he is not,” Griphook continued.

“That’s good, right?” Hadrian looked up at Remus uncertainly. “That means you can find him and bring him back.”

Remus nodded and said, “You are absolutely correct, pup.” He looked at Griphook. “You can find him, I assume?”

“It is entirely possible,” Griphook responded. “Although it would require young Hadrian here to go through a ritual.”

Remus frowned, squeezing Hadrian tighter to his side. “I don’t know if-”

“I’ll do it,” a quiet voice said firmly. Both Griphook and Remus looked at Hadrian in shock. “If it helps to get him back, I’ll do it.”

Griphook nodded approvingly. “That’s settled. Though, we do need one more thing.”

“What’s that?” Remus asked.

“James Potter’s mate.”