On the foothills of Swiss Alps sat a cozy looking chalet. About four storey tall, it was surrounded by a well trimmed garden.The wood used was unlike anything seen.

It's eaves were beautifully decorated with carvings of mythical animals such as

Dragons, phoenixes, unicorns and fairies.

From it were hanging bronze lanterns with a crest of ravens and skulls. Below it in bold letters was the motto of House Black.

Toujours Por.

Always Pure.

The sides of the chalets were taken by large French windows directly overlooking the mountains. Despite the definite clash of architectural styles, the chalet somehow made it work.

The garden itself was surrounded by a hedge boundary, carefully trimmed and shaped. The garden was filled with flowers both seasonal and annual. Many of them shouldn't even grow in such environments Like roses ,tulips, lilies and daffodils.

On the backside of the chalet was a large

Swath of pine trees. Tall and ancient, it was a wonder that no one had cut them down for its wood.

Under one such pine, sat a boy. His body hadundergone several changes. His height had substantially increased, making him look somewhat like a 14 year old. His hair wasmessy but,rich and silky. The shirt he was wearing was clunging to his upper body, showing his well defined muscles underneath.

The image was completed by the addition of a well sculpted face, which showed signs of his black heritage; the high cheekbones and aristocratic features made him now look like a very handsome boy. Despite being around just eleven, it was easy to spot that he would grow into a handsome man and probably break more than a few hearts.

But the most striking feature of his face was not the aristocratic looks.It was the striking emerald green eyes which seemed to glow.

Currently, the boy was deep into his book.

The book itself looked heavily used and it's

pages were already turning yellow. The cover had faded but the title could still be made,

"Theory of Magic."

Besides him sat another stack of books with their top hidden beneath a leather Jacket.

"Harry... "

A voice called out from the inside of the house. Hearing it, the boy looked up and sighed. He hated being disturbed when reading. Carefully closing the book he kept it atop the other stack and hurried back home.

Opening the back door he was greeted by a

weird creature. It was small just about the height of seven years old. It had two large eyes and bat like ears.

But he was dressed immaculately in Butler Suit. Black Jacket, White Shirt, White Cufflinks, black ties and black polished shoes.

"Master Harry, Master is his study. " He said in a steady formal tone.

Usually Elves would be barely able to speak. But this was an elf serving both the House of Potter and House of Black. Nothing less than best would work.

Harry nodded and walked towards the study. The study was on second floor and the only way up there was from the stairs in front, that is, on the opposite side of the house. Despite its small appearance, the Chalet was quite big inside.

Great use of Space Expanding Runes, Elven magic and lots of Goblin help, had expanded the inside to at least thrice it's size. Even here, each room was further expanded.

Reaching the study room, he knocked on

the door.

"Enter" A middle aged voice commanded.

The study room was quite big. It's side walls were filled with books in both languages known and unknown. Most of them were in English, Latin or French. Few in Russian.

The walls around the door held shelves covered with artifacts. While the opposite wall was a large window facing the Alps.

And sitting in front of it was his Grandparents Charlus and Dorea Potter, the current Lord and Lady of House Potter. Arcturus Black the current Lord of House Black.

He made for a grand figure. Despite being in his fifties, he didn't look a year over his fourth decade. His muscles earned during the Grindelwald Wars were still maintained and further increased his imposing figure.

His long Black hairs were swept back and tied into a pony while two bangs framed his face. And the fortunate fact, he looked quite similar to his godfather.

Harry walked towards him and stood in front of the chair opposite him on the other .Side of the enormous wooden table.

"Grandpa,Grandma and Grand uncle" He politely greeted them with a slight bow and sat down.

"Hadrian." His Grand uncle nodded.

Hearing his real name Harry immediately got serious. It was only on rare occasions that his Grand uncle used his complete name.

"So. What are your plans for the Hogwarts?"

His grandfather asked suddenly.

Harry looked at him. As if think for a correct answer.

"I will take my family sit or any other sit I have Inherited or make alliances " Harry replied .

" Why do you want to go to Hogwarts.You already know what is going to be taught there. " His grandmother asked .

" I want to bring back the glory the Potter family and the family I have Inherited use to have ." Harry reply sincerelywith confidence .

" But why Hogwarts " Arcturus questioned .

" I will not let my family name slip any further from grace, In the higher echelons of the magical world. The Potters are a world renowned family. And we have prove that all around the world except the British in the past years and Hogwarts is the best place for that . "

" And how? " Dorea asked knowing that it was true .

Harry thought for a while before replying.

" Connections "

"Connections?" Arcturus repeated.

"Why do you think people still go to Hogwarts? It's ranked among the bottom in the rankings.

Its education standards are among the lowest in the world. Many of the subjects have been removed or merged.

So why do you thing the nobility still goes to Hogwarts? Why not Drumstrangs or Beauxbatons? Why not Salem or Ilvermorny? Or any other magical school ?

Hogwarts is the meeting ground for all the nobility. No one cares for your owls and newts. Most of them will probably join the family business anyway. So why?

It's all for meeting each other and building connections. That's why Hogwarts is the best place for that ."

" I knew I have chosen the right person to be my Heir. " Charlus replied his tone filled with pride .

"Great heavens ." Dorea exclaimed.

" What are we going to do about the Slytherin line " Dorea asked .

" I still don't get it how you arelinked to the Slytherin line ." Arcturus questioned .

" I believe I can answer that." Dorea cut in.

"I have studied the Slytherin line. You see few people really know the truth about him, people believe him to be the dark evil wizard who hates muggleborns.

That is not true. He didn't hate them. On the contrary he wanted to protect them. In those days witches and wizards were considered as creatures of hell, any person discovered, with the ability to perform magic was instantly imprisoned or killed.

That was one of the main reasons the founders constructed Hogwarts, to protect the magicals."

She was cut short by an irritated Charlus,

"We get it, but what does it have to do with the boy being the heir?"

"I am getting to it." Dorea snapped.

"Anyways where was I, yes after they built Hogwarts the founders went their separate ways. But out of all of them only Salazar stayed behind to teach the students.

The man had never married, so as such he had no children of his own, out of loneliness he adopted a boy, Marcus, and he name him Salazar jr although Marcus himself was a pure blood, his parents had been burnt alive by the muggle folk of his village.

Marcus was always hostile towards all muggle born students. Overtime as his hatred grew, so did his arrogance, he thought that every muggle was beneath him.

Salazar although always suspicious of his son,was blinded by his love, till one day he caught Marcus attacking a bunch of students, intend ing to molest them.

Salazar was so angry that he immediately kicked him out of Hogwarts.

After that, Salazar mostly kept to himself, never taking to anyone, always reminiscing.

It was during those days that he met his love, Dahlia Evansgel; she was a brilliant student, kind hearted, loyal and compassionate.

After her graduation she came back for her apprenticeship under Salazar. She was several years younger than him, but that didn't stop them from eventually falling in love.

In secrecy, a relationship was formed between them, knowing very well that the society won't accept such things.

They married in secret and had a girl, the mother however, died in childbirth. The child was named Anthea Evansgel.

This is a closely guarded secret of the Slytherin line.

The Evansgel have changed their name several times in the past years the last being Evans, but the line only ever had girl child and since only a boy can claim the family's inheritance,

they were never able to lay claim on the Slytherin line. Discarded and forgotten the line endured through the ages.

Waiting, waiting for the one who would help them achieve their rightful place. Alas there day never came, until now Harry.

Your mother as everyone believes was not a muggle born witch Harry.

She was pureblood, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. And now as the Head of House Slytherin it is your duty, my son to restore the line to its once former glory."

"So, Harry is a PUREBLOOD ." Charlus asked to no one in particular .

" I knew my sister married a idiot. " Arcturus commented while shaking his head at Charlus .

"Hey !!" Charlus exclaimed

" At Least the boy is smart.Takes after Dorea "Arcturus said smirking.

"Well quite the power he has that to at such a tender age, take after your grandfather after all then." Charlus Potter said.

"The boy may take after you in his power but his looks are clearly from me, after all we can't expect such a handsome boy from the potter's side can we?" Dorea Potter replied cheekily.

"Hey!" His grandfather relief indignantly as the rest of them burst out laughing.

"But, that aside ,Do visit Barkor Harry?" His grandmother asked with a serious expression once the laughter died down.

" Yes Grandma ."He replied,smiling at the sight of his family . He was graceful for getting such Grandparents.

Harry grinned at the thought of his first tutor .

Flashback

"Welcome Harry. I am glad, that you accepted my in vitation today. Come sit, we have much to discuss."

Ragnok said motioning to a chair in front of him.

Taking a seat, Harry thanked the goblin.

"So, what did you wish to discuss Ragnok?" Harry began.

Leaning forward Ragnok speaking in a hushed manner, as if afraid of leaking the news,

"Before we get to that, I need to clarify one thing, tell me Harry do you know what a time turner is?"

Harry nodded,

"A Time-Turner is a special timepiece in which an Hour-Reversal Charm has been encased. In simple language, it is a device used for time travel."

As an afterthought, he added, "Although

the maximum time a person can relive without potential harm to the timeline is restricted to five hours.

"Very good Harry, you just made my job a lot easier."

Ragnok appreciated.

"Now Harry what I am about to tell you is a very closely guarded secret of our race, the only reason I am telling you this is due to the fact that it concerns one of your ancestors." Here the goblin paused for effect,

"As you might have known time turners have been in circulation for a long period of time, they are useful without a doubt, but their biggest flaw as you earlier mentioned, is the five-hour time restriction.

I am proud to tell you that we here at Gringotts have in a way nullified that flaw. We have created a device which allows you to completely stop time."

Harry's widened to the size of saucers. Ragnok waited for a few moments to let him process the revelation,

"It was Salazar Slytherin himself, who helped us with the runes and charms for the device. In return he asked not for gold but the promise, that if, in the future, we ever come across his descendant, we allow, the person to use it.

To uphold our promise, I am offering you something better. Not only can you use the device for as long as you want/would also like to offer you a chance to be taught by goblin tutors.

You would be taught our ways, magic and the art of wielding a goblin made weapon.

Harry immediately, came back to his senses,

"Ragnok, I would be honored to learn from a goblin.

He replied bowing respectfully. When do we begin?"

He added with a grin.

Ragnok grinned in return, "Excellent, I will personally assign you my best warriors. We can begin today if you like? Come I will show you the room." Ragnok stood from his chair beckoning him to follow.

The room was located deep below the main Gringotts branch the entrance was guarded by a small army of goblin guards and further protected by a blood ward.

Stepping forward Ragnok pressed his thumb on the door. A trickle of blood fell from his thumb, onto the door. They waited for a minute but nothing happened, till suddenly the door swung open with a screeching noise.

The room appeared small from outside, that was but a delusion, the interior part of the room was massive. It had a 400 meter race track, a swimming pool, sword arena, dueling room, training dummies and every other training equipment one could think of.

"The device which we talked about is located beneath this room, when I activate it everything outside this room will be in a time freeze, only the occupants of this room will be in motion.

Ragnok said breaking him from his musing.

Harry nodded before a question suddenly popped into his mind

"Ragnok, you said time will stop outside this room but would that mean I would still age till the time I am in here?"

Ragnok shook his head in denial,

"No Harry anyone in this room is in a stasis. Only your mind will age, your age will be the same as it is today, irrespective of the time you spend here."Harry breathed in relief.

Suddenly his rings heated up, signaling a surprise assault.

Jumping aside he flexed his hand, drawing his wand from his holster. Taking aim he pointed it, at his attacker. To his surprise a goblin was standing in front of his wand, sheathing a small axe like weapon.

The goblin's whole body was covered with scars. He wore a simple chainmail shirt, coupled with a pair of trousers. Even though he dressed simple, Harry could tell he was a trained warrior.

Ragnok raised his hand, signaling both of them to stand down.

"Harry this is your trainer Barkor. I am sorry about the attack. It is just his way of testing your reflexes." Turning to the gobbling he spoke in an authoritative tone,

" I Barkor have appointed you as Harry's trainer, you are going to train him in the way of a goblin, any questions?"

The gobbling simply shook his head.

"Okay then I will leave you two to get acquainted. When I step outside this room, the device will be activated and, will remain so till Barkor doesn't deem your training complete."

With that Ragnok turned around and exited the room.

The goblin warrior scoffed and hoisted his weapon over his shoulder.

"I am Barkor your master newbie. I have been tasked to trainmaster newbie. I have been tasked to train you and train you I will.

But let me make one thing clear, just because Director Ragnok found you worthy doesn't mean I would as well.

You only earn my respect through hard work and dedication.

Harry bowed respectfully. "I understand Sir. I will train hard to earn your respect."

The goblin nodded in approval.

"We shall start with your physical training." Barkor told him.

"You cannot wield a weapon if you get tired with only a few swings. From today we shall do physical training at 6:00 am sharp, followed by breakfast at 10:00 am. At 10:30 am.

We shall begin with practicing goblin magic till 2:00 pm after which you will have one hour to have lunch.

At 3:00 pm we will have weapons training till 7:00 pm at the end of which, you are free to have dinner and complete your assignments, which I will give you after your training each day.

Harry nodded without protest. "I will do my best sir."

Barkor grunted in slight appreciation. "We are beginning late today nut we will stick to your schedule. You can start by giving me 8 rounds of the field. It is equivalent to 2 miles.

At Barkor's command Harry stood and waved his hand transfiguring his clothes to workout attire before running towards the track, beginning hislaps.

Though Harry did a little bit of running to keep in shape daily, he was still in no condition to run this much. At the end of fourth round, his entire body was screaming in protest.

But he didn't pay heed, steeling his resolve he kept on running.

At the end of 8 laps he was panting uncontrollably, he fell to his knees gasping, his shirt was drenched with sweat.

Barkor approached him with an amused expression.

"You did good newbie." He admitted.

"I was expecting you to collapse after the fourth lap. Stamina comes with time but only if you are dedicated. Now on your knees i want 50 push-ups then 75 sit-ups."

Groaning Harry began some traditional sit-ups. He did 20 without a problem but then, Barkor decided to turn on the heat.

He placed a 10-pound weight on his back. After each 10 push-ups, the weight was increased by 5 pounds.

After his set, Harry collapsed on the ground. He immediately sat up, when he felt a pinching hex onto his back.

"I don't remember giving you the permission to rest newbie. I want 75 sit-ups. Begin." Barkor growled

Not wanting to further aggravate the goblin.

Harry began as instructed. The physicalHarry began as instructed. The physical training was brutal, and Harry had no idea how he was going to survive it.

Barkor managed to fit numerous draining exercises in the two hours that they had to work out. He made Harry do lots of weight training, more running and he even began working Harry on speed.

By the end of his physical training Harry was ready to pass out.

"Ok newbie the physical aspect of your training is finished for today. Now you have 30 minutes for breakfast. Come with me." Barkor led him to what appeared to be a dining hall. Indicating for him to take a seat the goblin waved his hand as a large meal consisting of milk eggs and fruits appeared in front of him.

Harry immediately started eating. Noticing, that Barkor was still standing there, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Sir, I don't mean to pry but, why aren't you eating?"

The goblin gave a surprised expression. "You mean you are alright eating with a goblin?"

"Of course, sir, it would be my honor to dine with you." Harry replied truthfully.

Nodding Barkor took a seat, snapping his fingers as a meal similar to his appeared in front of him.

Harry didn't know at the time but his move just earned him a new-found respect in the eyes of his mentor.

At the end of 30 minutes the goblin, vanished the plates before leading Harry to their study room.

The goblin magic, as he learned was different from the human kind. It focused more on channeling the natural energy around oneself.

It didn't require a wand or an incantation, only the intent.

After the magic training, they had lunch consisting of simple meat and rice, after which they proceeded onto weapon's training.

The room where they trained was filled racks of weapons. Ranging from bows to axes to swords. Taking a sledgehammer from the rack Barkor twirled it in his hand.

"Today we will go over the basics of weapons and get you the hang of them. This as you can see is a sledgehammer. Tell me the strengths and weaknesses of this weapon"

"Umm" Harry hesitated for a moment, recalling from a hook he one read

"The weapon is"Umm" Harry hesitated for a moment, recalling from a book he once read.

"The weapon is heavy and is blunt so it cannot be used to swiftly kill an opponent.

But it could easily take out multiple enemies if the wielder has enough power."

Barkor threw him the sledgehammer, he barely caught it.

"Good you do know something after all. I don't expect this to be your weapon newbie but, we will practice with it nonetheless, you never know when you may need it.

A huge inflated tire appeared in front of him.

"Now for your training I want you to hit this tire for 45 minutes. We will start with diagonal swings from both sides for 30 minutes then, proceed with overhead swings. Begin" Barkor shouted.

Picking up the weapon Harry took a sliding grip with one hand on top of another. After taking a few, practice swings he took a step forward and with a diagonal swing stance smashed the tire.

He continued the process for 15 minutes before changing sides. After another he changed to overhead swings. At the end his muscles were sore, his arms and ribs were aching uncontrollably.

Giving him a moment to rest Barkor handed him his next weapon an axe.

"On your feet newbie, onto your second weapon, tell me the advantages and disadvantages of an axe."

Harry thought for a moment.

"An axe is heavier than a sword hence slower, but at the same time it will take out the opponent more quickly if the wielder puts the strength behind his attack." He said thoughtfully.

Barkor nodded impressed. Pointing to a thick log of wood nearby, he instructed.

"I want you to go there and strike that log till you break it, then I want you to conjure a new one and repeat the process again. You will continue doing this till you have chopped ten logs. Begin"

Grunting Harry did as instructed. He was under the delusion of thinking that it would be easy.

Sadly, he was quickly proven wrong. Even after 15 powerful strikes the wood gave no sign of breaking. He kept on going till finally after his 50th strike, the log finally snapped.

His victory was short lived, when he saw Barkor staring at him beckoning for him to move on. Sighing he began it all over again.

Finishing ten logs he couldn't conjure the strength to even stand, he collapsed flat on the ground unable to move an inch.

Taking pity Barkor handed him a pepper up potion, which he gulped in a single go, instantly feeling better.

Giving him a few moments to rest, Barkor picked up the next weapon: a bow.

"Now onto your third weapon, the bow, let's begin with its advantages and disadvantages."

"The bow is a long-ranged weapon useful for fighting enemies from a distance." He said thoughtfully,

"But if the enemy moves closer, then it is effectively useless and will be more of a hindrance."

Barkor nodded approvingly and handed him the bow,

"This bow has a special charm on it, when you pull back the string an arrow will automatically materialize. Go on try it I want to see your stance.

Taking the bow Harry quickly got into the correct stance, recalling from a movie. When he drew the string an arrow materialized, notched perfectly.

Barkor snapped his fingers conjuring a target 30 feet from him and motioned for him to fire. Composing himself Harry aimed straight at the centre of the target.

Everything around him ceased to exist it was just him and the red centre of the target, he let it go. The next moment an arrow was lodged just a few millimeters away from the centre.

"Very good newbie, I believe that practicing human magic did have its advantages for you. Your aim is very good, with practice you can easily make it perfect." Barkor said, congratulating him.

"Let's not waste our time then, I want you to keep shooting at the target, till you manage to hit the centre 5 times in a row. Begin"

Nodding, Harry got to his assigned task. It took a while but his arrows were surely, progressing in the right direction. After 30 minutes of nonstop firing he had finally managed to hit the centre five times in succession.

"That is enough for now newbie." Barkor said taking the bow from him.

"We will now proceed to our last weapon, a sword." From the rack, Barkor threw him a goblin made sword. As soon as he caught the sword he didn't even have a second to register when Barkor suddenly lunged at him, axe drawn.

His body, to his surprise moved on its own accord, blocking the fatal strike. Instinctively he moved to the side, jabbing his sword at the goblin,

Barkor easily dodged it pushing him back before running at him again. He managed to block many of Barkor's strikes before the goblin disarmed him.

"Very good newbie, my hunch was proven correct you are definitely a sword wielder." Barkor complimented while he sheathed his axe.

"But how was able to wield it without any practice sir?" Harry questioned confused.

Barkor chuckled lightly. "That newbie is your Black ancestry manifesting." Seeing Harry's blank expression, he elaborated,

"The Blacks, as is widely known had very proficient swordsmen Diank expression, ne elaborate, The BlackS, as is widely known had very proficient swordsmen in their bloodline.

When you became the head of the house the knowledge of your ancestors was passed onto you. It won't make you a professional swordsman but, will help you learn the basics."

Barkor then made him go through a number of sword stances and had him practice against a training dummy set on basic level.

At the end of the day Harry could barely walk in a straight line. Quickly eating his dinner, he asked Barkor for his room. He took a long hot bath to ease his sore muscles, prior to, proceeding for the homework, assigned by Barkor.

When Barkor peeked inside Harry's room he smiled at seeing Harry fast asleep.

Barkor closed the door laughing to himself, "The newbie is strong, but he would have to be stronger to face his destiny." He thought before heading to his own room.

Three years later * ( In orginal time line it's one month )

The previous months ( years ) been brutal for Harry. True to his word he trained nonstop. He would get up early in the morning, to start his exercise regime.

It would start with a 6-mile run, followed by a gym workout and sword practice in the end. Rest of the morning was devoted to his studies, with the help of his eidetic memory he had soon finished his O.W.L.

course and was well on his way towards N.E.W.T, along with his course work he also practiced dueling with his grandfather's help, who he heard was quite a duelist.

The evening was usually devoted to his strength training, during which he conditioned his muscles.

'Duck, Roll, Lunge, Jab, these were the only things playing in Harry's mind as he fought against the target dummy, this one set on the highest level.

The dummy anticipated his each and every move, not giving him an opening toFeeling the need to take drastic measures, Harry dropped to the ground.

The dummy hesitated for a second before running at Harry.

When it was upon him Harry jumped upwards, slashing the dummy, its sword broken in two pieces.

"Very good Harry" Harry turned around to see Ragnok approaching him. "Are you ready for today?"

Today was his final test. He had to fight against Ragnok's finest warrior in swordsmanship and archery, both of the positions held by his mentor and friend: Barkor.

He had spent a little over three year in the time room. His training had been fierce, each day worse than the previous. The process was difficult but he met it head on. He could now proudly say that he had completed his training.

He was well versed in the arts of sword fighting, archery and goblin magic.

"How can I be ready Ragnok, I have to defeat your best warrior. Winning is important to me but I don't want to disappoint Mentor Barkor."

Harry replied quietly.

Ragnok patted his back sympathetically. "Don't worry Harry you won't disappoint anybody.

Barkor will never admit it but I know he is very proud of you. Come let's go now, everyone is waiting for your fight."

Sighing Harry followed Ragnok to the fighting arena. Wishing Harry farewell Ragnok made his way to his designated seat.

After a few minutes a conch-horn sound signaling the entrance of Barkor. Harry bowed respectfully as Barkor came into the arena dressed in a proper warrior's attire with, a determined expression on his face.

Both walked to the centre of the arena. "Are you Lord Harry Potter ready to take the test?" a goblin shouted from above them.

Harry nodded, "I am"

Turning towards the crowd the goblin again shouted, "The first test will be the test of archery. Both of you have to fire thirty shots.

First half with eyes open then the remaining with your eyes closed." A pause for the dramatic effect, "You may begin."

Harry immediately picked up his bow and began firing at the target. His first fifteen shots just like Barkor were imbedded in the dead center tre of the target.

At the sound of a whistle he conjured a black cloth, wrapping it around his eyes and resumed shooting. He didn't have to look where he shot. He knew in his gut he was right.

After fourteen shots Harry waited for a moment to contemplate the situation.

"I cannot win like this. At this rate the best I could hopewin like this. At this rate the best I could hope for would be a tie. No that is not acceptable, to win I have to take a risk." He internally thought.

Changing his usual stance, he tilted the arrow just a little bit and twisted his fingers holding the arrow, he released it.

What his move did was that instead of the arrow flying straight it formed a small projectile motion revolving in its path. When he opened his eyes he was pleased to see the results.

Instead of embedding at the centre of the target the last arrow had pierced the target at the centre, lodging at a wall far behind

Barkor was stoic on the outside but internally was beaming with pride.

"Round One to Lord Harry Potter " The announcer shouted.

"The next round is sword fighting. Fighters prepare."

Shrinking his bow Harry pocketed it before drawing a sword from the weapons rack.

Making sure the opponents were ready the goblin announcer shouted. "Fighters ready"

Two positive nods, "Begin."

Wasting no time Barkor swiped at his legs, sensing the move Harry jumped up to avoid the strike. Drawing his sword Harry attacked, the two swords clashed sending vibrations up their arms

. Barkor pushed back and started raining glow after how on him Harry blocked themblow after blow upon him. Harry blocked them as best as he could but they were coming fast.

Harry realized that Barkor was cornering him against a wall. Quickly he devised a new plan.

Freeing his sword Harry ducked under an incoming strike. He then turned around and ran at the wall. Using his forward momentum, he climbed a few steps on the wall flipping back landing behind Barkor.

The goblin in the other hand was not so lucky realizing the trap too late he didn't have time to stop and slammed into the wall, hard.

Although his head was swollen a little, his expression was still determined. He sprinted forward and caught Harry's sword in a bind.

Harry tried pushing back but Barkor stood his ground. Grunting in annoyance an idea flashed into his mind. Pushing his weight onto is back leg he slid his sword towards Barkor's handle then pushed with all his might.

Both of their swords went flying. Before Barkor could retort Harry drew a dagger, hidden, underneath his sleeves and held it at the goblin's throat.

"Yield" He finally asked.

Laughter filled the arena as Barkor nodded, accepting his defeat. "Very good newbie you finally beat me. I am impressed."

Harry kneeled in front of the goblin. "It is because I had a great teacher."

Smiling emotionally Barkor stepped forward and hugged Harry. Harry was surprised for a moment before returning the hug.his head and waited for him to continue.

"Warrior Potter truly you are a remarkable young man, defeating our finest warrior at such a young age and risking your own life to protect one of our own." The proclamation was met by thunderous applause.

"For your services to the goblin nation / would like to award you with our nation's highest honor the title of Goblin General eral. If anyone objects speak now otherwise, never speak of it again."

The question was met with stunned silence, no one dare challenged Harry, and his claim went unopposed.

"Warrior, do you accept the position of Goblin General along with all the responsibilities that accompany it?"

Harry crossed his hand over his shoulder before answering loud enough for everyone to hear. "Yes Director Ragnok, I do."

"Do you so swear to be just and place the nation's interest before your own?"

"/swear." Harry vowed.

"Do you swear to protect the nation and fight for it unto your dying breath?"

"I swear."

"Then arise warrior" Ragnok said raising Harry from his position.

Three caskets were bought onto the stage.

Opening the first casket Ragnok took out two golden arm bands.

"The golden arm bands of power and wealth may they aid you in your times of need." The director placed the bands on Harry's arms.

Opening the second casket he took out a circular silver disk. He pressed the disk on his chest. Metallic vines shot from the disk enveloping his whole body, when they stopped his upper body was covered in a beautiful silvery blue armor, with the words, JUSTICE

FIRST GOBLIN SECOND"

"The badge of our nation, symbolizing that, no goblin is above the law, wear it with pride."

Ragnok said.

Finally, the last casket was opened revealing a small sword.

"The weapon fit for a general, I give you Excalibur, may it bring always bring you victory."

The director held out the sword for Harry. As soon as he grasped it expanded to fit him. The sword felt perfectly balanced in his hands.

The hilt was golden with diamonds encrusted in it while the blade was silvery white with the words Excalibur engraved in goblin tongue.

"With this I name you a goblin general, let our enemies fear your name. From this day"With this I name you a goblin general, let our enemies fear your name.

From this day forth you shall be known to every goblin as General Harry Potter" Ragnok's proclamation was met with loud cheers from everyone.

He raised his sword and chanted loudly for everyone to hear.

"FOR GRINGOTTS AND FOR THE NATION"

After the award ceremony Harry bode his farewell to Barkor and Ragnok before apparating home

Once he reached home he immediately headed for the library to talk to his grandparents.

"Ahh my son you are home." Dorea exclaimed when she saw him.

"Hello Grandma, how have you been?"

"So, what did you discuss with the goblins to day. It must have been important since it took you the majority of the day." Charlus asked him.

Smirking to himself he launched into a full detail of his goblin training.

It took a few minutes for his grandparents to make head and tail of it.

"Well Harry things never get dull around you." Charlus said regaining his composure.

"Don't listen to him Harry." Dorea Potter said scolding her husband. "I Am very proud of you Harry."

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The rest of the day was spent in talks with his grandparents. They advised him to start the job of reforming the family alliances.

By the end of the week of august felt he was ready to send out his formal letters for reforming the alliances with the ancient and noble houses. His first letter was addressed to the current head of The Ancient and Noble house of Bones, Lady Amelia Catherine Bones.

His letters were formal. He introduced himself as was required per the old ways, contacting them for a meeting to re-establish the alliance.

He had given them the opportunity to choose a place as per their liking. He hoped that this would show the sign of trust on his part.

The replies came within a few days. All the families were eager to meet him and had asked him to select a date as per his convenience.

He had also taken it upon himself to learn all that he could about his various houses, for that he had turned to the only two reliable sources his grandparents