Third POV

Harry gently handed the parchment to Griphook and he read it silently.
Name: Hadrian James Potter
Mother: Lillian Potter née Evans (deceased)
Father: James Potter (deceased)
Godfather(s): Sirius Black (deceased) and Remus Lupin
Godmother(s): Minerva McGonagall
Mate(s): Tom Riddle (Lord Voldemort), Severus Snape, and Draco Malfoy
Description(s): Submissive - Critically Endangered
Inheritance(s): Trinity Being, Nature Lord, and Siren
Magic Level: Merlin
Core Color: Gray
Affinity(s): Air, Water, Earth, Fire, Darkness, and Light
Heirship(s): Lupin, McGonagall, Slytherin, Riddle, Prince, Malfoy and Snape
Lordship(s): Potter, Evans, Black, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Peverell, Pendragon, and Emrys
Vault(s): Lupin Family Vault, McGonagall Family Vault, Slytherin Family Vault, Riddle Family Vault, Prince Family Vault, Snape Family Vault, Potter Personal Vault (large withdrawals done by Albus Dumbledore), Potter Family Vault (large withdrawals done by Albus Dumbledore), Potter School Tuition Vault (large withdrawals done by Hermione Granger, Ginerva Weasley, Molly Weasley, and Ron Weasley), Evans Personal Vault (large withdrawals done by Albus Dumbledore), Evans Family Vault (large withdrawals done by Albus Dumbledore), Black Personal Vault (large withdrawals done by Order of the Phoenix), Black Family Vault (large withdrawals done by Order of the Phoenix), Gryffindor Personal Vault, Gryffindor Family Vault, Gryffindor Hogwarts Vault (withdrawals done by Hogwarts Staff), Hufflepuff Personal Vault, Hufflepuff Family Vault, Hufflepuff Hogwarts Vault (withdrawals done by Hogwarts Staff), Ravenclaw Personal Vault, Ravenclaw Family Vault, Ravenclaw Hogwarts Vault (withdrawals done by Hogwarts Staff), Peverell Personal Vault, Peverell Family Vault, Pendragon Personal Vault, Pendragon Family Vault, Emrys Personal Vault, and Emrys Family Vault
Title(s): Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, Tom Riddle's Horcrux, Protector of Animals, Healer of Animals, Survivor of Abuse, Youngest Quidditch Player, Holder of the Cloak of Invisibility, Survivor of the Devil's Snare, Survivor of Enlarged Wizards Chess, Survivor of a Potions Riddle, Savior of the Sorcerer's Stone, Survivor of Armantualas, Bane of the Basilisk, Survivor of the Whomping Willow, Tamer of Hypogriffs, Survivor of a Werewolf Attack, Time Traveler, Caster of the Patronus Charm, Freer of the Innocent, Protector of Muggles, Condemner of the Sinners, Survivor of a Death Eater's Raid, Member of the Order of the Phoenix, Owner of the Marauder's Map, Survivor of Voldemort's Posession, Destroyer of the Prophecy, Immune to the Unforgivable Sins, Champion of Hogwarts, Survivor of the Hungarian Horntail, Survivor of the Merpeople, Survivor of the Sphinx, Survivor of a Hellhound, Winner of the Goblet of Fire, Member of the Slug Club, Owner of the Half-Blood Prince's Potions Book, First Successful Break-out of Gringotts, Rider of a Dragon, Owner of the Resurrection Stone, Purifier of Horcruxes, Owner of the Elder Wand, Owner of the Deathly Hallows, and Master of Death
Block(s):
Overall Magic: 50% blocked
Animagus Ability: 100% blocked
Elemental Ability: 100% blocked
Metamorphmagus Ability: 100% blocked
Master of Death Ability: 75% blocked
Potion Ability: 75% blocked
Occlumency Ability: 75% blocked
Brain Capacity: 40% blocked
Potion Influence(s):
Love: to Ginerva Weasley
Laziness
Blind Loyalty: to Albus Dumbledore, the Weasley Family, and the Gryffindor House
Friendship: to Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom
Inability to Concentrate
Blind Hatred: to studying, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, and the Slytherin House
Griphook was shocked by the results of many of the categories, but pushed it aside at the terrified rare submissive in front of him. "Shh, Harry, it's okay. We can fix most of this right now... Would you like that?" Harry nodded numbly, mind still processing the obvious betrayal Dumbledore fed him every year. "C-could you also get back a-all of the money taken from me? With interest?" Griphook smiled evilly inside of his mind, but gave a sweet one in reality. "Of course Harry. Us goblins hate thieves." Harry's mind gave him another shock, and he cowered in his seat, concerning Griphook greatly. "Please don't-don't hate me. I was just fol-following Dumbledore's commands. We-we only stole Voldemort's hor-horcrux." Griphook cooed softly, eyes softening upon Harry's worry. "It's okay Harry. We know why you did it, and I personally am proud that you did something so dangerous. Showing just how steadfast you are in your beliefs." Harry's eyes widened slightly, his lip twitching upward. "You mean it?" Griphook smiled, giving a mental sigh of relief as his dominant side eased up. "Yes. Why don't you follow me Harry, and we can get you those cleansing potions." Harry nodded and shakily stood up as Griphook walked to the door. With a wave of his hand, the heavy-looking doors opened, and they proceeded outside to a side chamber that held a huge potions lab inside. Griphook walked up to one of his good friends near one of the nearest cauldron, and gestured the timid Harry over. "Leonogas, this is Harry Potter. He has been put under several strong blocks and influential potions. Would you please bring us two of your strongest cleansing potions?" Leonogas nodded and walked into another room, leaving the other two standing near a still-bubbling cauldron. Less than a minute later, Leonogas came back out of the cabinet-like room and handed the potions to Griphook silently. Griphook gave a respective nod and brusquely walked out of the room, back towards his office. Though, just as they were suppose to turn into the doorway, Griphook continued on, going to a room several more doors down. Inside was a large open space, with a huge ancient ruin carved into the floor. Harry knew he recognized it from somewhere, but could not think of what the purpose of it was. "It is okay, Harry. This ruin symbolizes safety, and all that step inside of it are protected from any negative consequences of whatever may happen due to a certain action. Thus, if you step inside of this ruin and drink these potions, you will not be driven insane or to death from the overall pain that would be given would you have taken them outside of the ruin. This will also keep everyone outside of the circle safe from any harm coming from inside of the ruin. I apologize that I can not take away all the pain that you will be going through, but there is a reason we do not allow for these blocks to be put on others." Harry whimpered slightly and drew back from the circle, folding in on himself. "No more pain... please... I don't... I can't take..." Tears slowly fell down Harry's face and Griphook's dominant was angry now more than ever. How dare Dumbledore do this to a child, let alone a submissive creature! He gently grasped Harry's forearm and rubbed his back, slightly miffed at how much taller the tiny submissive was compared to him. "Everything will be alright Harry. All you need to do is take these two potions. Do you want for me to call your mates here, or maybe just one of them?" Harry jolted at the mention of his mates and he whimpered. "No... They hate me... I-I'll take the potions." Griphook furrowed his brow in anger towards Dumbledore and nodded stiffly, gently handing the potions to Harry. He took a deep breath and reluctantly stepped into the ruin circle, slightly loosening when nothing zapped him. Harry slowly walked to the center of the circle and sat down in a pretzel leg position, his tiger tail falling gently into his lap like a playful cat's. Harry sighed and quickly unstoppered the two vials of potions before scrunching up his nose at the terrible smell. He quickly gulped both down and almost gagged as the taste washed over his tongue. Luckily, he got both the potions down before the pain spread. It ran quickly through his veins, almost as if he was full of gas and someone had just dropped a smoldering cigarette into him. He burned, flames seemed to come off of his very own skin, singeing the clothes on his body. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his muscles convulsed and his eyes rolled. He felt his teeth clash together as the water in his body seemed to evaporate, re-materializing in the air. The air in his lungs left in one mighty gust and played above him, as he quickly fought to drag life back into him. He felt darkness at the corner of his mind, just as it sharpened, the darkness surrounded. Harry felt his body shrinking and twisting, bones snapping, skin ripping, DNA rewriting itself, his body morphing into something else. His agony seemed to last forever, until finally, after the third replay, his magic left him in a huge burst, ripping open his chest and dispersing into the air inside of the ruin. His mind drifted into darkness as he say a shadow in the distance. Slowly, the shade approached, but it did not feel ominous, almost as if a friend was welcoming one back into their home after a long time away. It felt... welcoming to Harry. Something that he never wanted to let go of. 'Master, you have finally found me.' Harry's astral form locked onto the golden eyes of the shade in front of him, but felt no surprise. "Have I finally entered into your domain, Death?" A small shiver seemed to go through the empty space around the two beings as the words were spoken, disrupting the silence. 'Yes, but you cannot stay here, Master. As much as I love to have finally met you, you still have much to do in the mortal world.' Harry nodded, an ancient sadness seeming to seep into him. "Yes, my old friend. Let us meet later, when I am not so busy, so we may speak as we did before. I am sorry to not have visited you in so long, Albus Dumbledore played with my mind and made me forget about you. I apologize for my weakness." The shade, now known as Death, shook his head, waving his boney hand in a careless gesture. 'It is okay, Master. But yes, we must speak later. I have missed our talks. But you must be going, just remember, Master, people have the ability to change. Do not think you were the only one effected by Dumbledore's schemes.' Harry felt himself being pulled away, but asked one last question, hope sparking within him. "Do you mean...?" Death nodded, and Harry smiled as he came back into the realm of life, sitting up, only to scare the horrified goblin so bad, Griphook fell backwards into a dead faint.