Trinity: Omniverse Traveling Cat 18 A Painful End.

"Yes, They like Bilby's, elves of Evans elves!"

"I see, are all Hogwarts elves here?"

"No! Those here only Evans elves, others don't from family!"

"Good, do I need to do something?"

"Elves only need the acceptance of the new master to allow came here to work!"

'Look like I won't have to take care of the entirety of the domain.'

-You should order complete silence on you and ban any other that wich to intrude.-

'Good for me.'

As he was about to speak, work came to him directly.

"I Harrison James Potter, clan head of clan Evans claim what his mine, by name, blood, and ancestry! As the clan head, I claim complete obedience and silence from those dwelling withing the hospice of the family! Should one out of the family intrude on those land he is to be catch and detain until justice is done!"

The instant he finishes, every elf who descend from the ones of Evans clan and present flash alongside the land, signifying their willingness to apply his decree and the of his acceptance of his claim.

"Each of the elves is to return to their cores until further notice. none of you would speak of this matter to anyone. Your loyalty is to clan Evans and them Hogwarts if the two conflicts know that your choice will determine your fate."

They know full well what those words mean but for them, it wasn't a treat, has he say their loyalty was to the clan first and foremost, everything his to be discarded.

"Bilby, I need you to lead me to the study again, there is the last task I need to complete before the and of the day came. Because of this, I will surely be out for a few days. Once I'm done, Hogwarts' book of acceptance will produce a new letter for me, you are to take it and respond that I will attend.

McGonagall is still the deputy Headmistress so I will need you to deliver the letter in the stack of responded invitation."

Hearing his new master, Bilby was elated that such heavy responsibility was given to him.

"Don't worry, Bilby will!"

"I count on you, now let's start."

Without another word, the two of them pop away to the study. Looking around the room, he asks the house-elf to move the furniture on the center of the study, freeing the incrusted runic circle containing the Clan coat of arms. Every knowledge related to what he would be attending came from the wristband, direct and unique link with the remnant of his ancestors left behind to guide the next generation. An event without Clan head from the last three hundred years, the remnant was linked to the wristband through family magic, as long as a single descendant still exists with enough blood with him stood still, the family will not go extinct.

Taking off the cast-off of Dudley, he stood naked in the middle of the circle, only his soul token and the family band remaining on him.

"I Harrison James Potter, son of Clan Evans, call upon the council of my ancestors to hear and judge my claim!"

The instant Harry utter those world, the study came in lockdown, Shutters fall in front of windows, cutting any light from the outside before runes light upon the eight corners of the room, sealing the s.p.a.ce from the outside until the end of the ritual. After those two tasks complete, the ritual circle flare-up in blood-colored light.

What Harry just invocate was the oldest family magic of old, the judgment by blood. Due to the violent nature of the ritual, very few old families have at the time made the necessary measure to hold it. To those days, it could be said that the clan was the only one still holding the means, at least in Britain.

When the light tone-up to a faint glimmering, the ghostly figures of the past Head could be seen, their attention solely on the skinny boy standing among them. While those forms weren't truly of ghosts, they possess enough hold on the living plane to pa.s.s the judgment one of their kins seek under them.

"I, Harrison James Potter seek the elder to grant this one the aisle of the clan and cleanse my being from those that have to taint my blood, mind, and magic!"

At the second verse, the entire room becomes dead cold, his breath immediately condensation, and his body subject to a heavy pressure nailing him in place, restricting him completely. A powerful wave of magic coming from ll side immediately crash on him and penetrate to the deepest part of his being. Wouldn't he have been confined to the void for eons, he is sure that he would be a reck right not.

As the wave of magic tears through him, his scar illuminates of an ominous inky dark black. A second later, the different blocks present on his magic and blood also manifest, bathing his body in blood red and emerald green. When the result appears, the stoic faces of the ghosts morph in an enraged expression and a disembodied voice resound in the place.

"Child, who dare to practice the foulest of magic upon our Heir!"

"One Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Child who dare to lay upon our Heir restriction of blood!"

"One Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"Child, who dare to bind the Heir of the clan magic!"

"One Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"Child, why claim you the cleansing of your bloodline upon our clan!"

"One Lily Potter, born of the clan have throw away her duty as one of the clan, as mother upon the order of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore the day the foulest magic was craved upon my flesh. One James Fleamont Potter, of House Potter, Peverell, Grinffondor, and father have to throw away his duty as my Lord, as a father on the order of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. One James Fleamont Potter has claimed my Heirs.h.i.+p of his House in favor of his second son."

With each response, the air became heavier and the displeasure grows stronger among the ghosts.

"Child what do you claim?"

"The total separation of my genitor by name, blood and magic, and the banishment of one Lily Potter and her descendant from the clan."

"As the conscious of the past, present, and future of the clan, we claim the clan blood of the mother and the blood of our enemies. On this day forth be it know that Clan Evans magic and Trueblood lay in the sole hands of the one reborn as the last Evans, raise, child, and claim your name."

"Alexander Daren Evans."

So mote it be."

"So mote it be." Whispered Alex.

The instant that both party claim judgment, the ritual circle came to life, pouring an untold amount of magic in the young boy's body. The first to be broke was his name.

In Gringott, Account manager Headcrusher was alerted when one of the stone floating in a gla.s.s container in the display of is office, broke. When he approaches and sees the one concerned, a bloodthirsty grin mare in complexion. The case containing the previously four stone separates around the broken stone, isolating it as the remain vanish and a new stone appears under the name of Alexander Daren Evans.

In Hogwarts, the book of acceptance suddenly came to life, his pages turning back to the date of 30 June 1980 where the name of Alexander Daren Evans appears while a day further the name of Harrison James Potter gains a second line as the date of 30 June 1991. The instant the new name appears, the quill resting on it side rose and a letter immediately transcribed. Once the letter did, it disappears along with the house-elf that had been waiting for it. In Minerva McGonagall, the acceptance pile gains another letter that will never be remarked.

Once the old name of Harry Potter ceases to be, the magic that was invading him began its work. Now came the gruesome part of the ritual. The magic settled in him connect to the one invading, clas.h.i.+ng for its existence. Because of the blocks it was under the fight was rapidly lost and the physical change starts.

Pain, an untold amount of pain came cras.h.i.+ng his brain in waves as his body was taken apart by the old magic. Every bone that has been broken and weakened by the constant abuse under the Dursley burst and melts before reforming to what they should be. Each damaged part of his body was melted by magic while it keeps its integrity. Flesh, nerves, skin, organs, and bones morph and grow under the effect of the magic.

While the vessel was constructed his lifeblood was drained, flowing directly in the ritual circle, feeding and further the change. The blocks on his magic crumble when the last drop of blood and magic has vanished his body. The leach on his head tried to burst the half-closed scar on the death of its last vessel, only to be trapped by the protection given to him, frantically searching for another host. Contain in by the running ritual and without a source of magic, it could only face its end, absorbed and integrated completely in the body.

When the last drop and magic exit Alex body, three others face a magical backlash while certain devices in the office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts blow away, cras.h.i.+ng the gla.s.s display and taking with them the surrounding trinkets. Still in the Alley in order to bring the final touch of her son party the following day, Lily Potter crumbles on the ground, unconscious before even touching the ground, rapidly lead to St Mungo after the pa.s.sant end to gawk at her form laying on the clobbered Alley.

In is room at Potter manor a young boy faces the same end but would only be discovered hours later.

Finally in the ministry of magic, Auror Sirius Black froze at his desk, a quill still in hand before is upper body falls on the still incomplete report.