11 Griffin, Snake and a Thestral

"You speak our tongue wizard, what is your name" The bank teller asked as he peered over the counter to look down at the child. "I am Harry Potter" Harry said as the goblins eyes lit up. "Do you have your vault key or wand Mr. Potter" the goblin asked as he continued looking into Harrys emerald green eyes, Harry confused looks at Hagrid. Hagrid awaking from his stupor, started to pat his chest and pants pockets. He reached his giant hand into an even more, giant sized pant pockets and pulled out a key that locked like a toy in his hands. "I got it right 'ere." Hagrid said as he handed the key to the goblin as he looked at Harry. "GripHook is the Potters account manager, I shall fetch him, so he can bring you to your vault Mr. Potter." The goblin stated as he hopped down from his pedestal and started walking towards a room behind him.

"Blimey 'Arry. How'd you know to speak goblin?" Hagrid asked as he looked at Harry, "I was taught by a person no longer in this time or world." Harry said as he looked down, Hagrid thinking the person perished recently didn't continue asking questions out of respect. Short, quick steps were heard as two goblins walked out of the backroom, that the teller walked into a moment ago. "This is my clan brother GripHook of the Iron Arm clan." The teller said as the GripHook walked around the counter and towards Harry. "May your blade become quenched by your enemies' blood." GripHook said "May gold coins fill your vault," replied Harry. Harry squinting his face 'dammit Merlin, whatever you did to me makes me just reply automatically.'

"Mr. Potter, I have been trying to reach you by owl for over two years, we have much to discuss." GripHook said through his smile showing his pointed teeth as he reached his hand out and Harry shook it. "Time is money, so if there is nothing else let us be off." GripHook said, as looked at the wizard and giant. "I'm here on official Hogwarts business. I need to get you know what, from you know where." Hagrid whispered to GripHook who nodded, understanding Hagrid's not to subtle whispers. "IronHook" GripHook said to the bank teller "get someone to send the Giant to vault number 713." GripHook turned to Harry and said "follow me Mr. Potter, we need to discuss your account" as he turned and walked away.

GripHook pushed open his office doors as he made his way behind the desk as Harry followed him in. GripHook pulled out a dagger and a bowl engraved in runes and set them on the desk as he looked at Harry. "This is an inheritance test" GripHook explained as he nodded towards the dagger and bowl. "You need to slice open your palm with the dagger and let seven blood drops fall into the bowl. This will tell me that you are who you claim to be, before we begin to discuss your account." GripHook said passing the dagger over to Harry. Harry picked up the dagger in his right hand holding his left hand over the bowl and sliced a clean line into the palm of his left hand. Harry counted the drops that fell into the bowl as soon as the seventh drop of blood fell into the bowl, red smoke started to bellow out of the bowl. Harry set down the dagger and noticed that the cut on his hand healed the moment the dagger fell from his hand. Harry continued watching the smoke rise as it began to take shapes. A griffin rose from the smoke, as a snake soon followed, as a Thestral appeared behind them both. "Interesting," GripHooked smiled gleefully as he knew that the account he managed just grew exponentially.