Reborn in HP Verse

The halls of Gringotts were bustling with goblins on both sides, stamping papers, weighing gold, and performing various tasks. Dumbledore, accompanied by a black-haired, reddish-brown-eyed boy of about seven years old, walked to the end of the hall where an older goblin was reviewing documents. After a few moments, the goblin raised his head with a lazy, annoyed expression.

"What brings you here, Headmaster?" the goblin asked.

"I want a bloodline test for this lad," Dumbledore replied, pointing to the boy.

The goblin leaned over his desk to inspect the child before groaning, "Hrm..."

He straightened in his chair and snapped his fingers. Another goblin promptly approached. "Take them to the hall and perform a bloodline test," instructed the goblin. The second goblin nodded, motioned to them, and said, "This way."

After being escorted to a waiting hall, the goblin instructed, "Wait here," before exiting with a bang of the door.

"I think they don't like their jobs," the boy, Remi, observed.

"Oh, it's quite the opposite, young one. Goblins are the best blacksmiths in the magical world. Their love for gold and rare minerals far exceeds that of other races. It's the people who come to the bank that they hate," Dumbledore explained.

The goblin soon returned, carrying an apparatus adorned with globes, gold-lined pipes, and a printer-like device at its base. He pulled out a silver dagger from the machine and approached the boy.

"Give me your hand," the goblin demanded.

Remi extended his hand, and the goblin made a quick incision without warning.

"Ow!" Remi exclaimed, quickly hiding his hand in his pocket to conceal his rapid healing abilities.

'That was close,' he thought as the goblin inserted the bloodied dagger into the machine. The apparatus lit up with various colors as it processed the sample.

The goblin handed Remi a bandage, which he hastily applied to avoid raising suspicion. After a few moments, the lights dimmed, and a parchment was printed. The goblin tore it off and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's expression shifted from calm to intrigued as he examined the results.

"What does it say?" Remi asked, hoping to be connected to one of 28 Britain's Famous magical families.

"Well, lad, it says you're not related to any magical families or even to me. However, you do have a match with a vault owner. But last I checked, this vault..."

"Belongs to the muggle royal family of Britain," the goblin interjected. "I'll summon the overseer responsible for that vault," he added before leaving the room.

"I'm royalty? How?" Remi asked, confused.

Dumbledore handed him the parchment. It revealed his father was Prince Edward, Second son of Queen Elizabeth II who died cause of health issues which he read in a newspaper in young age from his memories of the previous owner, and his mother was Angelina Crawford, both listed as deceased.

'Not immediately helpful, but this could be useful in the future,' Remi thought to himself.

"I must inform the Minister so he can notify the British Prime Minister and the royal family," Dumbledore said just as the door opened again.

The goblin returned with a much older goblin with a crooked nose, dressed in a gold-lined suit adorned with a brooch bearing the royal family crest.

"Greetings. I am Nugnurff, the overseer of the royal family's vaults. You must be the one mentioned. Hand me the parchment," the goblin said.

Remi handed it over, and Nugnurff scrutinized the details before speaking. "Every royal family member who awakens a magical bloodline is entitled to access the vault.

However, you will need a signed letter from the current ruler and the family ring, which is kept at Buckingham Palace. Only then will we proceed with business."

The goblins left, and Dumbledore turned to Remi. "Our work here is done. Follow me."

As they exited the bank, Dumbledore said, "You'll go with Fawkes. I have a house on the outskirts of London. Inform the house elves if you need anything. I'll return tomorrow after my duties at the Ministry and school are complete."

Dumbledore whistled, and Fawkes, his phoenix, swooped down to perch beside him. "My friend, take our guest to the house near London and care for him until I return," he instructed.

The phoenix nodded and hopped onto Remi's head.

"It might be uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it," Dumbledore said.

"What do you mean?" Remi asked.

Before he could answer, they vanished in a burst of red light.

The next thing Remi knew, he was sprawled on the ground in front of a dilapidated two-story building surrounded by empty grasslands. He quickly recovered, thanks to his enhanced body and Devil Fruit powers.

"That was awesome!" Remi exclaimed, glancing at Fawkes, who now stood beside him.

"Fawkes, can we go somewhere where no one will disturb us?" asked Remi.

The phoenix obliged, and with a red swirl, they vanished. Moments later, they arrived on an uninhabited island in the middle of nowhere. This time, the side effects of the sudden transportation were minimal.

'The fruit is giving me quicker adaptability' Remi thought, steadying himself.

Fawkes perched on a rock, tilting his head as if to ask why they were there.

"I want to have a match, a spar to see how strong I am. Can this be our little secret?" Remi asked.

Fawkes chirped in agreement, nodding before giving a happy twirl in the air. Then, without further warning, the phoenix leapt into action, his wings spreading wide as he soared toward the boy.

Remi braced himself, summoning the full power of the mythical Zoan fruit he had consumed. Blue flames ignited around him, enveloping his body as his features shifted. His arms became massive, taloned wings, his feet turned into sharp claws, and his entire form transformed into a Blue phoenix 2 meters tall.

The two phoenixes clashed mid-air, talons meeting with a metallic ring. Sparks flew as Remi twisted in the air, narrowly avoiding Fawkes' sharp beak. With a powerful flap of his wings, he gained altitude and countered with a spinning dive, blue flames trailing behind him like a comet.

Fawkes dodged with ease, banking sharply to the left. He retaliated with a burst of golden fire, and though Remi crossed his wings to create a protective shield, he was caught off guard by a follow-up attack. A wave of golden fire hit his chest squarely, sending him crashing to the ground with such force that the impact created a crater around him.

Remi woke up coughing blood, his phoenix form dissipating. A vivid red burn mark glowed on his chest, slowly healing thanks to his blue flames.

'Looks like I'm not immune to phoenix fire' he thought grimly. 'And it's clear he's not holding back.'

Forcing himself up, Remi activated his phoenix form again. With a powerful sweep of his right wing, he launched a blue fireball the Bluebird technique of Marco. It sped toward Fawkes, but the phoenix dodged effortlessly.

The battle continued, Fawkes using apparition to teleport when he couldn't evade an attack outright. Remi, on the other hand, using talon strikes, throwing fireballs and relied on his wings to shield himself from the relentless golden fire. The once pristine island filled with greenery was left riddled with potholes and craters from their exchange.

Eventually, Remi lay sprawled on the charred ground, his clothes tattered and his bruises healing much slower than before. Fawkes landed beside him, holding magical herbs in his beak. Dropping them near Remi, the phoenix gestured for him to eat.

"Thank you, friend," Remi said, chewing the revitalizing herbs. Fawkes bent over his injuries, releasing a few tears that sped up the healing process.

As Remi's energy returned, his stomach growled loudly, causing him to rub his head sheepishly. "Shall we head home?"

Fawkes trilled in agreement, and with a flash, they returned to the manor.

The moment they arrived, a house-elf appeared beside them. "Young master, what happened to your clothes? I'll be dead if Master Dumbledore finds out!" the elf wailed, banging his head on the ground.

"Calm down! I burned my clothes while playing with Fawkes. See? No injuries!" Remi said, gesturing to his now-healed body. "Could you prepare a hot bath and a meal fit for ten people? Mostly meat, all kinds."

The elf sniffled but nodded. "Yes, master. Right away," he said before vanishing.

Fawkes trilled softly and flew toward an open window on the top floor, likely heading to Dumbledore's study.

When remi went inside the house the furniture was a mix of eccentricity and warmth. The sitting area was adorned with towering bookcases, each stuffed with old tomes, scrolls, and unusual items probably victory trophies. A crackling fire danced in a stone hearth, its flames flashing, giving a warm glow around the room.

A gilded mirror over the mantel reflected the faint sheen of enchanted silver instruments placed on neighboring tables, their subtle ticking and buzzing adding to the room's eerie atmosphere.

Plush, mismatched armchairs encircled the hearth, wrapped with colorful handmade shawls, while a low table held a hot pot of tea and a plate of lemon drops. The walls were covered with moving images of calm landscapes, Pictures with previous students and colleagues, with runes inscribed into the frames.

Light poured in from a magical skylight above, lighting the swirling patterns on the hardwood floor as if they were alive. Everywhere one looked, there was a sense of silent magic subtle but undoubtedly deep, like Dumbledore.

"Young Master, this way," said the elf from the second floor.

Remi followed him up to a narrow hallway that seemed far longer than the exterior of the house suggested. The corridor was lined with multiple doors, each one adorned with intricate carvings.

"I have cleaned the guest room after Master informed me of your arrival," Simon said, stopping in front of one of the doors. "Master also instructed me to tell you not to enter any of the other rooms on the second floor. If you wish to learn more about the magical world, Master recommends the books in the hall downstairs."

Opening the door, Simon revealed a cozy guest room with a soft, neatly made bed, a small desk by the window, and an attached bathroom. He gestured toward the bathroom. "Please call me if you need anything else by ringing that bell on the nightstand. I, Simon, will be at your service. For now, please wash up. I'll go prepare your dinner." With a small bow, the elf snapped his fingers and vanished.

Remi stepped into the bathroom and washed away the grime from the day's events. Afterward, he noticed a set of clean clothes neatly arranged on the bed. He slipped into them, surprised as the oversized garments began to shrink and adjust perfectly to his frame.

"Enchanted clothes. Handy," he muttered, admiring the fit.

His stomach growled as he made his way downstairs to find the dining table laden with a feast fit for a king. Plates of roasted meat, steaming vegetables, freshly baked bread, and even desserts awaited him. Without hesitation, Remi dug in, savoring each bite as his energy returned.

Once full, he wandered to the sitting area near the hearth, a book catching his eye on the low table: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.

He plopped onto the couch, flipping through the pages. The detailed descriptions of magical creatures, paired with moving illustrations, fascinated him. Exhaustion eventually crept in, and before he realized it, he had dozed off, the book still open in his lap.