Harry potter : Forgotten Lord

Taking the ring, and placing it on his left middle finger, he could feel a pulse; it was familiar, warm, comforting and reinsuring. The ring glowed once before fading, accepting him as the Potter family heir as he bonded with his ancestral magic's.

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Bloodmoon finally spoke up, after watching the whole ordeal, "Now you are bonded with your family magic, you will be able access areas and item that may have been previously denied to you, such as family tomes. This is a common practice amongst magical families to help protect family secrets.

The ring will also help protect your mind from wizards trained in mind arts, but I advise you to study mind arts sooner rather than later. Because the ring will only protect you fully against an average wizard, not one trained in mind arts like your magical guardian.

Trained wizards will eventually be able to overcome the magical protections, and the best the ring will be able to do is create a fog around your thoughts. They can still be seen, but they will be unclear," his account manager explained.

At the words mind arts, he couldn't help but feel nervous, not liking the idea of his mind being attacked. His mind had always been his own sanctuary, his private world to escape into. Deciding to ask Bloodmoon about it, so he would be better able to protect himself, "What do you mean by mind arts?"

Bloodmoon look at him for moment, seem to be weighing what to say. "Mind arts are the ability to influence and protect the mind. We all have natural barriers, but these grow as we age.

However, a wizard or witch trained in mind arts is able to view memories of another individual as well as influence the mind with the planting of compulsions and suggestions," the Goblin said sternly, before adding.

"Mind arts also help increase one's ability to recall information, suppress fears and physical pain. A witch or wizard trained in this ability is more capable. This magic is consider dark grey, and is tightly controlled by the ministry due to the damage it can inflict.

You understand Mr. Potter the seriousness of this skill, the only reason I told you this is so you can protect your secrets, and our business dealings," explained Bloodmoon with smile.

Nodding; he could understand why it was considered dangerous by the ministry, especially when dealing with another person's mind. Looking back to see Bloodmoon continuing to judge him, waiting for an answer to the unspoken question, "I understand, thank you for telling me. How would I go about learning how to defend my mind?" he asked.

"Mr. Potter, this skill is tightly controlled by the ministry, however most ancient and noble households' libraries contain books, as well other materials related to this skill.

Your parents, in their wisdom at the start of war moved their libraries into their vaults here, in case of being lost if their home was ever attacked. Otherwise, family history and priceless one of kind books and tomes could have been destroyed, with the knowledge being lost to the ages.

However, the more colourful books and tomes were moved into Peverell vault, to stop them from going missing, or being destroyed by ministry attempting to claim them for themselves."

"Colourful tomes?" Harry replied, raising an eyebrow at Bloodmoon's wording.

Bloodmoon answer, "Yes colourful," pausing before continuing "Some are more interesting texts, and knowledge, which cannot be sold on the standard magical market. Others are one of kind books that individuals could very well kill for, due to their worth and knowledge.

However discussing these tomes is pointless unless you are lord Peverell," pushing the case forward, drawing Harry attention back to the second ring.

Picking up the second ring, it seemed to pulse in his hand, calling to him. However as he went to put it on his left hand, next to the heir ring, it pulsed again. It seemed to call to him, willing itself to be on his right hand and before he realized it, the ring was on his right hand.

It pulsed aggressively into life; the engraved flames on ring began to glow before starting to dance along the ring, while the other symbols seemed to glow an unnatural red. Where the Potter ring had been warm and confronting, the Peverell ring burned with white hot fire, demanding, raging, and singing in joy within his blood, before diving deeper into him.

Then, it suddenly seemed to increase with a rage and intensity, prior to a wave of pain attacking his senses. His whole body was screaming, the pain greater than anything he had endured at his relatives, before closing his eyes and accepting the welcome darkness.

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( Bloodmoon Pov )

He watched with interest as young Mr. Potter reached for Peverell household ring, it had been interesting dealing with the young lord. He had been full of surprises, and had asked many questions of Bloodmoon throughout their discussions.

He couldn't help but feel hopeful, that by taking the time and energy to explain and help the young lord, it would help create a successful and trusting business relationship, just like the ones he had with the previous Lord Potters.

Flickers of flames caught his eye, causing him to wake from his internal pondering, causing him to grasp in shock at seeing the magical fire dancing across the lord's skin. 'The ring can't be rejecting him surely, the blood ritual had been performed when he was child,' were his immediate thoughts.

Then the idea of losing all of the commission he could have made from managing the Lords accounts, as well the loss of his promotion, and his life! Before hearing an unnatural scream of pain, as Mr. Potter passed out.

Quickly rushing to the door, and instructing the guard to bring a med-witch immediately, before checking to see if Mr. Potter was still alive. As he got closer he could clearly see the young lords' chest faintly rising and falling, before he thought, 'Good he's breathing, I may still get that promotion.'

The med-witch arrived in room and asked immediately, "What happened here?" as she rushed to young boy on floor, before beginning to cast several medical scanning charms.

He answered, "Mr. Potter just put on a head of house ring, which he claimed, through being the last of the line," gesturing to Mr. Potter's right hand.

Several minutes passed without a word, before med-witch spoke again, "He will live. The cause of the problem was his magical core had magical bindings on it, most likely from his parents. Therefore when claiming the ring, the house magic ripped the bindings from his core all at once, this can be an extremely painful experience."

Nodding at the med-witch's diagnosis, as she carefully explained the source of the problem, since he didn't know much about non-goblin magical healing, he gestured for the witch to continue her explanation. "Normally these magical bindings would be removed over a course of a year. He should wake up in the next couple hours, maybe a day at most. There should be no side effects, due to it being done by house magic, rather than by being done by another wizard."

"Please could you inform me as soon as he wakes, and please do not discuss anything that you have seen in here, Madam Healer," he instructed, before walking over to his desk, leaving young Mr. Potter in care of healer.

Thinking over what needed to be done, now that he had been given permission to investigate Potter accounts, he had to see the extent of the transactions, and the scale of damage that had been done to the portfolio.

He also had to find one of Potter household properties, what could act as a home for the young lord, since the Potter family manor had been destroyed in last days of war and hadn't been rebuilt during the last decade. His last thoughts before starting the demanding tasks ahead of him were, 'This is going to be a long day'.

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