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Harry whispered softly to himself, "Happy birthday to me," as he gazed down at his feet, unsure of what to do next.
The sound of his own voice echoed in the empty room, making him feel lonelier than ever.
Wishing for the impossible, Harry muttered under his breath, "I wish Moony and Padfoot were here." He missed them terribly, and their absence was almost too much to bear. Staring blankly at the wall, Harry found solace in the memory of his godfather, Sirius Black, who once regaled him with tales of his childhood with his younger brother Regulus.
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"Big brother!" Little Regulus had shouted excitedly at Sirius one day.
"Let's watch Annabeth!" Sirius, startled by his brother's sudden outburst, clutched his chest in mock horror.
"Um, maybe tomorrow?" he replied, trying to catch his breath. Little Regulus chimed in, "Siri, don't be so sensitive. There won't be any deaths!" He let out a huff.
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Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Sirius's sensitivity.
He knew that, underneath his tough exterior, his godfather was a soft-hearted man who loved deeply and cared about those around him.
Harry had been lost in thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, when he saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Intrigued, he turned to find a letter floating in front of him. Eagerly, Harry plucked it from the air, heart pounding with anticipation.
The words on the envelope, written in ornate script, were unmistakable: Harry James Potter. Excitement fizzed through him. Could it be from Moony or Padfoot or both? They had been out of touch for what felt like ages, and Harry missed them dearly.
Trembling with excitement, he tore the envelope open, barely daring to breathe. But as he scanned the contents of the letter, his face fell. It wasn't from Moony or Padfoot after all. It was from the bank.
"Awh," Harry murmured, his disappointment palpable. "I mean, Padfoot is on the run and Moony is busy... but the bank? They want to see me? I suppose I have nothing better to do."
""Apparition""
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Harry's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the room. He looked up and saw a goblin sitting on a chair.
"I'm afraid there's been a mistake. We need to conduct an inheritance test." Harry felt a pit form in his stomach as he processed the information. What did this mean? The goblin instructed to drop four drops of blood into a potion.
His mind raced as he complied, wondering what could it be. As the potion began to bubble and fizz, the goblin announced the results.
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Name: Hadrian Riddle né Potter
Blood Status: Pure-Blood
Father: Thomas Marvolo Riddle né Potter "Status - Alive"
Mother: James Fleamont Riddle né Potter "Status - Alive?"
God Mother: Lily Jade Evans "Status - Alive?"
God Father: Sirius Orion Black "Status - Alive"
Harry sat there in shock, staring at the parchment that contained his true identity.