Chapter Eight

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In hindsight I didn't exactly know what possessed me to; but instead of going to the shop as Hagrid directed, I walked back right into the bank.

"Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time please," while remaining eye contact with the Goblin Teller otherwise I would have missed the small short nod.

"Thank you. I was wondering if there was any information that I could obtain regarding my parents."

The unmistakable look of shock and annoyance flashed in his/her eyes before receding just as quick.

"Follow me, I will take you to Ragnar, he's the Potter's account manager and I'm sure he would be able to answer all inquiries.

From the corner of my eyes I could see the unnamed Goblin Teller smirking after he caught my rather undignified response (of a wide open mouth).

Coming to a stop before a large door of an unknown room, the still unnamed Goblin Teller brought a gnarled fist within eye view and tapped sharply three times. Without warning, or even a goodbye, he simply stormed away leaving me standing there, awkwardly.

"Come in," answered a deep throaty voice inside.

Summoning all the courage I possessed, I walked into the room holding my head high while simultaneously glancing about the room. Said room was richly refurbished in an elegant yet simple style. There was a widely known saying that goes like this at least that's what Uncle Vernon always says: 'A man's office tells us a lot about his character. In this case he must be a man… urgh Goblin with some seriously good taste.

"So you are Anastasia Potter, the last member of the Ancient House of Potter," came a rather insipid drawl from an individual directly east of me.

"Yes that's me. I'm… Wait a minute! What does that mean? Ancient House of Potter. That sounds like aristocracy or something."

"You have answered your own question in a fashion," he answered.

"The Wizarding World is a society filled with its own social standings just like any other. You are also correct in assuming that an Ancient House is aristocratic in a way. Though I am surprised that you seem so uninformed, as I was assured you raised in the manner of typical Pureblood heirs. Though judging by that confused expression you bear you have absolutely no clue in what I'm harping on about, do you?"

Shaking myself out of stupor, I replied negatively.

"Firstly, we should check your parent's will, I have a feeling there may be some discrepancy. Though I'm curious, have you ever been in contact with a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore."