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Red.

It was the only thing he saw as he gazed into the gem on his mysterious Amulet, Harry did not what it was, how it came to him or even where it came from the only thing he knew about the mysterious artifact was that it appeared in front of him on his 14th birthday. Simply hovering above him as he lay in bed, the second he grabbed the Amulet it glowed a bright red and after the glow faded as he held it in his hand he knew then and there that it just felt right, as if the Amulet was made for him or he was born for the Amulet. The Amulet felt alive in the palm of his hand he felt it pulsing as if it was a beating heart in tune with his own.

During the events of the Triwizarding tournament he relied on the Amulet many times, when he held it the Amulet gave of a certain power he found that he ran faster, he felt stronger and thought quicker. After a time he decided to show Hermione and eventually let her try it on. The funny thing was is that when she put it on it simply slid off her neck like it was never there and no amount of Sticking charms or other magic would stop the Amulet from Slipping off, they tried several times but it seemed that the only one who could wear the Amulet was Harry which reinforced the idea that it was made for him specifically.

It had been 13 years since Harry had defeated Voldemort and won the Second Wizarding war and in all that time he had not aged a day, as soon as the battle was over he snapped the Elder wand and threw the Resurrection stone into the Black lake and then went to go rest, it was when he woke up the next day that he realized that something was wrong as beside him on the bed was a fully mended Elder wand. The Resurrection stone had also returned to him it was at that point that He, Hermione and Ron started to look into the items and any and all references to the Hallows.

It took the trio 5 years to come to the colcusion that the strange title 'Master of Death' which was gained through being the master of all three of the Deathly Hallows was not a mere title and should be taken quite literally. After those 5 years Harry realized that his friends had started to look a little older than they did when they fought Voldemort and yet noticed that he himself did not age a day. Deciding to live in seclusion knowing that in a few years time people would be wondering as to why he had not aged like his friends, he returned to the Ancestral home of the Potters, a Manor located in Wiltshire.

During his time in Wiltshire Harry poured over every Document and article that the Wizarding world had on the subject of Immortality trying to find some way out of his curse, he tried everything he could think of: Blood rituals, Ancient magic, odd Curses and even going so far as to dabble a bit in the dark arts to see if there was a way to end immortality and although there were many Rituals and Ancient objects to stop Immortals and Immortality itself, none of the methods ever worked on Harry, believing that it had to do with the way he gained Immortality and so he turned to the more muggle side of death.

There was not a single thing Harry did not try, he threw himself off of the Empire state building, poisoned himself with some of the worst venoms known to man and even went to the Afghanistan war and got shot a few hundred times, nothing ever changed he simply regrew what body part was lost, or healed the injuries he was inflicted but there was nothing in this world that would kill him and it was agonizing, he eventually gave up knowing that for the rest of his life he would be alone to watch and wait as his friends slowly died and there was nothing he could do about it.

And so Harry turned his attention to the other strange matter of his life, the mysterious Amulet he had no idea about. There were refernces to the Amulet within the Potter library all saying the same thing that it appeared to the oldest surviving Potter once they turned 14, for many months he traced back the Potter line to the point that it reached another Lineage he also knew of, the Peverell line but there were no records of the Amulet before Ignotus Peverell, his ancestor, there were also no more records of anything before Ignotus Peverell about anything and so Harry believed that this was as far back as the records could stretch and that any further was not recorded.

Stumped Harry researched all the books in his personal library about all types of Magic that could tell him more about his Amulet and of any people who had it before Ignotus, Harry eventually stumbled upon the Inheritance Rite test that Gringotts does and it would be able to tell him more about his Family before the Peverells and hopefully more about the Amulet itself.

When he visited the Goblins at Gringotts, they at first denied him before he could get a word out, apparently loosing a dragon they legally owned and causing mass destruction in Gringotts as well as the breaking into and stealing from a vault that was under the goblins protection was not a good way to get into the goblins good graces, he apologized many times and eventually they told him that they would listen to his request. Once he told them what it was that he wanted to do, they grudgingly accepted if only to get him out of gringotts and the Goblin nation as fast as they could. The goblin presiding over the Rite, took a sharp knife and cut Harry's finger, the goblin held his finger over a bowl and allowed 5 droplets of blood to fall into the bowl before he shoved Harry's hand away and started muttering. What it was that he said Harry never knew but out of the bowl some words started to form out of a red smoke.

Inheritance Rite Results

Name: Harry James Potter.

Birthday: July 31st, 1980.

Parents -

Father: James Potter (deceased).

Mother: Lily Potter, née. Evans (deceased).

Heir to:

Potter Line.

Peverell Line.

Semptim dynasty.

Finally, after Months and months of searching Harry finally had a connection although he did not know what the Septim dynasty was as he had never heard of such a dynasty in both Muggle and Magical history, at least Harry knew what came before the Peverell's Harry spent many Years searching for an Answer to the question of what the hell was the Septim dynasty.

Eventually he had to go and ask Hermione to help him, something of which he was loathe to do, not because he did not like Hermione no it was more to do with the fact that he did not wish to see her looking as she did, older and more wiser it reminded him of the fact that each day she got closer and closer to death and he did not. He knew at this point he was absolutely obsessed with the Amulet, what it was and what it could possibly do and that it was not healthy to keep going but something in his gut told him he needed to keep going.

It took many years even after that for both Hermione and him to find any solid lead to the Septim dynasty and even that was just a single location, here in England called Fort Uriel a place that Muggles did not know about and that Magicals were weary of. Deciding that it would be better to leave for the fort in the Morning Harry went to sleep his dreams filled with Large four Armed beings and a great Dragon seemingly made out of fire as well as a word, just a single word 'Septim'.