What's yours is mine and what's mine is still MINE!
E/N
~Gringotts, Management Level, Harry's POV~
As Sirius and I are led through long hallways I examined the many doors found on each side of the hall. Through the small windows on some of the doors, I can see numerous Goblins hard at work, but as I neared the doors the Goblins all seemed to tense and seem on edge.*I wonder what's wrong? Maybe they're working too hard?* I thought idly as I walked past not noticing that some of the Goblins I'd already passed from the view of, fainting on top of their desks while others shuddered as if they'd been exposed to something arctic.
{In any case, it's not my problem.} I thought as I turned my gaze back towards the Goblin that was guiding us. Not long after walking through a pair of large solid steel sets of gates we were led into a rather large chamber whose roof was supported by a number of huge pillars that rose so high that they faded into the darkness above our heads. At the end of this chamber, like all good chambers seemed to do, was a throne that was currently occupied by what he had to assume was the King, or Head Manager, of the British Gringotts.
"Welcome," The King Goblin started, "Lord Black and Heir Peverell-Potter-Black to my halls. I am Ragnok, sixth of the name, King of Goblins of Britain and I ask you, why have you come to my home?"
I watched from the corner of my eye as my Godfather bowed from the waist with his hands held straight at his sides, which I copied immediately, not because I felt any respect for the Goblin, but because my Godfather did and one does not show up your father in such situations.
"Please your Grace, feel free to address my Godson and I by our given names, otherwise we will be here all day saying Heir this and Lord that." Sirius offers graciously. Ragnok only nods in acceptance, not offering the same in exchange, but that's to be expected from a King.
"Your Grace, My Godson, and heir and I have only come to claim what is rightfully ours by blood and magic. We were not expecting to meet with you, your grace, simply our account managers, nor had we expected to arrive at such an awkward moment." Sirius stated calmly. But I could see the strain tighten around his eyes.
"Ahhh, yes. That was a rather poor example of our usual services, Lord Black. Our people do love to work after all, but sometimes they do push themselves a little too far. Please accept our apologies for such a showing. As compensation, all services for today will be free of charge." Ragnok said amicably. "Now, other than meeting your account managers, is there anything else you might need from the People?"
"Your Grace, my Godfather and I are currently living in Kyoto. Are there any Gringotts branches within Japan and if so, where would we be able to find them so we can avail ourselves of their services?" I asked politely. Because being polite never hurts.
Ragnok slowly shook his head before answering, "No, I'm afraid not Harry. We haven't been able to open a bank on Japanese soil due to the faction or factions that are in charge of that region, as they're even more reclusive than your fellow wizards and we haven't been able to contact their leadership." I was slightly surprised to find out that the Goblins were even aware of other factions. Which I commented on.
"While it's true we're now a reclusive people we still keep an eye out of the going on of the world above. It is the height of folly to ignore potential danger and we Goblins are no fools." He answered with a rather cruel sharp tooth smile.
"We Goblins have been aware of the three main factions since ancient times and have on numerous occasions in our history even been dragged into their many reckless wars." Ragnok shook his head, "So have your fellow witches and wizards and while it isn't taught in your schools," Ragnok scoffed when he said school, "I do know that the Unspeakables are fully aware of the three factions, but I am unsure if the higher up within your government take the three factions seriously or not, as many either refuse to believe that there are things out there with that much power or are generally too afraid to let this information spread out to common populace out fear that the muggle-borns would leave and join these factions. Not that I would blame them of course, ancestors know they'd probably do better there than with their own people." Ragnok finished snidely.
I had to agree with Ragnok's theory. {Say what you will about the pure blood agenda,} I thought {*but they're not totally stupid.' Because while they might hate muggle-borns, they also know that their economy, workforce, and population would collapse without them.}
"Now," Ragnok started to say as he got up off his throne, "Now that we've gotten the questions out of the way, I do believe it's time to settle what you've come here for. If you would follow me, I will lead you to where you need to go."Falling into step behind the Goblin King, while keeping a respectable distance, we were lead back out into the maze of hallways and before long were guided toward a group of offices with large golden plaques with various names printed in black bold texts on them.
Stopping in front of one of the doors with the simple word 'Black' emblazoned on it, Ragnok signaled toward the door. "Ah. Here is the house of Black office."
Sirius nods before turning to look at me, "Alright Harry, it shouldn't take too long to finish what I've come to do, I'll wait for you in the lobby, as I'm sure you'll be busy catching up with your manager for a while."
I sigh resignedly before smiling and nodding in agreement at my Godfather before he walks into the office with a grin on his face leaving Ragnok and I to resume our walk. Oddly enough this time he decides to walk at my side while occasionally giving me sidelong looks. We walk for maybe five more minutes before he comes to a stop, causing me to do the same. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, causing me to tilt my head in confusion as I wait for him to spit out whatever he has on his mind. {Whatever it is, it's causing him to look mighty nervous.} I thought puzzledly.
Coughing quietly to clear his throat Ragnok asks politely, "Ah, I've been meaning to ask Heir Potter, but why haven't you responded to any of our correspondence attempts over the years?"
I only looked at him confusedly before answering, "Your Grace, I am sorry to inform you, but I have never, not once, received any mail from you, or for that matter anyone from the wizarding world, in my life."
For a brief moment, the Goblin Lord's face went eerily still before he asked again, "Not even the summons letter we sent when you reached the age of six?"
The look of confusion on my face must have been clearly visible because he quickly explained. "Ah... So you were unaware of it then..."
I of course nod before explaining, "I've never received any mail during my imprisonment with Dursley's. I know this for a fact because my 'relatives', and I use that term very loosely, Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley would have taken great joy in forcing me to watch them burn any and all letters addressed to me while laughing in my face as they did so. So again, no, I've never received any sort of letter from Gringotts, I wasn't even aware this bank existed until recently." Though my use of 'recently' is a little looser than most as I'll probably outlive suns if I'm careful enough, so what's a century or two compared to that?
Whatever I said was causing Ragnok to sneer, but he quickly reigned in his composure when I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Ahem, yes well... You see Heir Potter, we've been trying to contact you because your, supposed, Magical Guardian, one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, has been constantly harassing your account manager, Gornuk. From the reports passed along to me by Gornuk, Mr. Dumbledore has been trying to not only gain access to your family's vaults but has, on numerous occasions, tried to write a betrothal contract. Of course, the Old Fool has been unable to proceed, thankfully, due to the fact that Lord Sirius Black has always been your actual legal guardian."
My eyes narrow dangerously at what I am being told and for the briefest of moments, I'm pretty sure my eyes took on their dragonic look since I saw Ragnok jump in fright and take a step away from me. "I see your Grace, then it is a very good thing that my manager has done his job and done it well…" I spit out in annoyance, before signing and asking, "Was there anything else that that Old Fool tried to do?"
It took Ragnok to gather his wits after the slight scare I'd seemed to have given him before he answered, "Y-yes it's been reported that he holds possession of your family's heirloom, an ancient invisibility cloak, which had been loaned to him by your father but he has since refused to return it on the grounds that he's holding it for you."
{Ahhh… So that's where Death's cloak is.} I thought before continuing my conversation with the Goblin King, "Ah, if that is all, then it doesn't matter your Grace, as that cloak is a Peverell heirloom which was passed down to the Potters, so once I claim the Peverell lordship I will be able to summon it and it's sibling items to me."
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~Gringotts, Management Level, Ragnok's PoV~
Trying to fight off the feeling of intense dread that has been crawling up and down my spine since meeting the little monster, who was currently in the guise of a small human child, I couldn't help but feel my eyes widen in alarm as I stared at the 'young boy', {Who has just stated that he was not only claiming the Potter Lordship, but also the Peverells family as well?!} I thought in alarm. {Two houses that are of the Most Ancient and Most Noble rank at that!}
{Ancestors damnit! This 'boy' isn't normal at all! With that presence of his and ownership of two powerful houses and being the only heir of a third!} He thought while rubbing his temples in an attempt to stave off the migraine he could feel building behind his eyes. {Thankfully, Gornuk resisted that old goat! As the boy seems to hold a grudge towards that old whiskered wanker.} With my curiosity sated, I nodded at the child before continuing to guide him to Gornuk's office.. {I'll let him deal with the demon child for a few hours.} I thought vindictively while also trying to work out how to get the little monster to ally with the Goblin nation.
~Gringotts, Management Level, Harry's PoV~
As I slowly followed at the Goblin King's side, I narrowed my eyes in thought, {I know for a fact that the resurrection stone is a Horcrux, thanks to Riddle's memories, but to think that Dumbledore had the cloak! Also, I don't think my father would have ever lent it to him, so Dumbledore had most likely taken it from Potter's Cottage sometime after he'd dumped me into Durzkaban... That means he probably knows about the hallows!} But upon thinking about a moment longer, I realized that it didn't matter in the end, {Because soon… Soon I will be getting it back! And there will be nothing he can do to stop me from claiming what is MINE!}
It wasn't long after our little talk in the hallway that I was led to another golden door, this one with the names 'Potter/Peverell' boldly emblazoned on its plaque. As soon as we neared the door Ragnok stops and gestures towards it. "Right then Heir potter, this here is the Potters, Peverell management office, the Goblin, Gornuk, inside will help you with all your needs..." Ragnok turns to leave before pausing and looking back while pondering something, "If possible Heir Potter, I would like to make a request?"
I looked at the leader of the Goblin nation, a little intrigued at what he wanted before nodding for him to continue with his request, "Of course your Grace, if it's something I can help you with I'll be glad to do it." I answered him cordially.
The King looked momentarily surprised that I agreed, {Odd, he must have expected me to say no.} "I-I... ahem, pardon me, Heir Potter..." He coughs to clear his throat, "If you would allow it, I would like to be present during your meeting between you and your House manager."
I raise an eyebrow at his request, idle wondering if this was a common occurrence, seeing nothing to really lose by accepting his request, but still curious as to why I nod and ask. "If that is what you want your Grace, I do not mind, but may I ask why?"
Ragnok grins widely, giving me a healthy flash of all his sharp teeth before responding, "I have a feeling that this meeting will bring about interesting things and I would like to talk to you about forming an alliance between you and the Goblin Nation."
This time it was my turn to look surprised {As far as I know from both Voldermort's memories and what Sirius has told me about Goblins, they usually don't like dealing with wizards and almost always try to swindle as much gold as they can from you, but so far, they've been quite helpful and polite…} But after thinking about the King's words a moment longer, I simply decided that it really doesn't matter in the end.
Coming to a decision quickly I answer the King, "That's fine your Grace, I don't see any reason to deny you witnessing my meeting with my family's manager, as I am sure you'll be willing to answer any questions I might have that the Potter's manager wouldn't have an answer too."
The King nods his acceptance before gently knocking on the golden door before gently opening the door allowing us both entrance into the rather well-appointed office then waving me to enter first before closing the door behind us both.
Sitting expertly behind a desk is a rather pale-looking Goblin who seemed a bit surprised to see his liege following me into his office before collecting himself and greeting us both, "G-g-greetings m'lord, I hadn't expected to see you with Heir Potter!" The older Goblin stammered. Ragnok shook his head at the other Goblin, "Gornuk, I am here simply as a guest at the moment, please pay me no mind and see to dealing with Heir Potter first."
With his lieges permission Gornuk turned back towards me and introduced himself, "Ah, yes. M-m-my apologies Heir Potter, I was just caught off guard seeing my King with you. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, my name is Gornuk and I have the pleasure of overseeing all of your portfolios, which are rather extensive. Please, m'lord and Heir Potter, do take a seat. Would either of you like a refreshment? Coffee or something stronger?" The old Goblin offered politely.
Taking our seats the King and I both shake our heads at the offer of refreshments. nod and quickly take a seat. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well Gornuk, I've reliably informed," I gave the King a small smirk, "that you've been trying to contact me for a while, I would first like to apologize for not replying, but as I have just informed his Grace, I have seemed to have had no luck in receiving any mail from Gringotts, or any mail at all for the matter and as such, I have been unaware of all attempts of contact," I informed my manager.
Gornuk turned toward Ragnok, who'd taken the seat next to me, who simply nodded in confirmation.
"I see... Then it's best we talk about that as well then as there has been a series of weird and rather vexing events happening... In any case, now that you're finally here, we can finally proceed to deal with them. Is there anything else I can help you with today?" He asks.
Gathering my thoughts I take a breath and then respond. "I have come to claim my Lordship Rings and initiate the process of moving my holdings to Kyoto, Japan. As of now, both the Potters and Peverells have joined with the Yokai Faction, as such we no longer wish to remain members of the British Wizarding community." Both pairs of Goblins eyes almost bug out of their skull at this declaration. {Doesn't that 'young boy' know that he is not only planning to single-handedly cripple the British Ministry of Magic, both politically and financially by moving two of the richest and politically connected Ancient Houses but us as well!?} Thought both King and his fellow Goblin in growing horror.
Seeing the growing alarm on both Goblins, I couldn't help but grin roguishly at Ragnok. "I, of course, would be open to speaking with the Yokai Faction leadership to open their borders and allow the Goblin Nation to open a branch in Kyoto. This will of course be in exchange for that alliance you spoke about King Ragnok, but now instead of an alliance between just your Grace and myself, it will be the Yokai faction as a whole, which I am sure both you and Lady Yasaka would fund to be beneficial to us all."
Gornuk, who looked like he was going to have a stroke at any moment, pulls out a small hand towel and begins to clean his sweaty brow while nervously flicking his eyes between his liege lord and the little demon who has taken a decade or more off his lifespan.
Ragnok said nothing for almost ten minutes before agreeing to my suggestion/subtle threat of ruination, "Of course Heir Potter, we of the Goblin Nation would be thankful for this chance to expand our services to our Eastern friends."
I nod in acceptance then towards manager Gornuk, "Now that we've dealt with the political aspect of my plan, I would also like to see if my parents left a copy of their Will within my vaults and to find out why said will wasn't executed.".
Gornuk, now mostly dry of his own sweat, nods briskly before getting up and moving over to a large filing cabinet on the far wall. Opening one of its drawers and shuffling about for a moment or two, he pulls out a folder, before placing it on his desk and flipping it open, and starts to read through what I think is an itinerary report. "Ahh, yes here we go. There is Indeed a combined Will from Mr. James Andrew Potter and his wife, Mrs. Lily Anne Potter. The Will had been processed a month before their deaths... Hmm…" The old Goblins paused for a moment as he mumbled aloud, "It seems that just following your parents' murders, one Albus Dumbledore had the Will sealed using his political positions within the Ministry. Oddly there was no explanation whatsoever as to why it was sealed." The Goblin picked up another piece of paper, giving it a quick once over, before making a jerky nod of his head and continuing, "You're in luck Heir Potter, we do appear to have a copy of your parents' Will, however it can only be opened by Lord Potter, which you would have been if you had received your Lordship Rings three years, since you're the only surviving member of the Potters family bloodline. As such, when you hadn't responded to our summons we moved to inform your Magical Guardian, which Mr Dumbledore proclaimed himself to be, that we unable to contact you, to which he claimed that you were currently in hiding for your safety and he would inform you himself regarding your lordships, which even at the time, I personally never believed he would, but I was unable to go around him." Gornuk sadly shook his head while I looked down in thought.
{Dumbledore again!} I had already suspected the Old Fool to be involved in this mess, but suspecting and actually having proof are two different things. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦."
Shaking my head to clear away thoughts of stabbing the Old Fool, repeatedly. I look away from the floor and back up toward where my account manager sat patiently before speaking, {There must be something within the will that he doesn't want me, or anyone, to see.}
Gornuk nods once more then gets up and once again walks toward the office file cabinet, opens one of it's drawers and pulls out a small red box and another folder, then walks back to his desk and hands them to me before commenting, "That Heir Potter is the Lord's ring, which I recommend you put on first, if it accepts you, it'll make you an adult recognized by magic and then you will be able to read your parents Will." Which he taps on while it sits on top of his desk.
Nodding in agreement, I quickly take out the Potters family Lord Ring and roll it around on the palm of my hand while taking a moment to examine it for a moment. The ring appeared to be made out of gold and had the engraving of a roaring griffin that had two small rubies for eyes. As I continued to look at the ring I found myself suddenly saying, "Ah, while I am here, I will also be claiming the Peverell Lordship, if you would, could please get that ring as well?." I ask Gornuk, who only looked surprised for a moment but nods and leaves in a hurry.
At my side, I can feel Ragnok continue to stare at me expectantly, while I just continue my inspection of my family's ring before shrugging and shoving it onto my ring finger. Immediately after I do so the ring begins to glow a faint red before I feel it connect with my magical core, it doesn't take long for it to settle and resize itself to the size of my finger. I smile at the subtle feeling the magic within the ring gives me. {It feels like it's saying; Welcome home...}
Then the ring vanishes from view, but I could still feel the connection, so it must have simply turned intangible, quite a useful function honestly. I noticed that I've received a new notification, so as I waited for Gornuk to come back from the Peverell vaults with the Lord's ring I decided to read it.
[DING DING!]
[Title has Evolved: Heir Lord Potter > Lord Potter]
[The holder of this title is the Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Potter.]
[The Potter's family bloodline is rumored to be one of the oldest families of magic users still existing till the modern era. Unfortunately, any records possibly able to confirm this rumor has either been lost to time, were not recorded in the first place or purposely destroyed. The earliest recorded history of the Potter family only dates as far back to the early 12th century, to one Linfred of Stinchcombe, who was then locally known as 'The Potterer' and was a well-known pioneering potioneer credited with creating the potions; Skele-Gro and Pepper up, which are still in use till this day. The Potters are also well known for their stance against corruption and tyranny and their members have been often recorded, usually at the forefront, fighting against such at every turn. Sadly, the once great family was almost extinguished during the last wizard civil war against the forces of You-Know-Who.]
[Family Motto: Per Quiescis Mobilitastis Dignitatem - Femper Fortis; In noble and quiet dignity, we remain steadfast.]
[Note: Potions made by the title holder are now 5-10% more potent.]
[Addendum I: The Potters are well known for making and drinking their own booze. 10% To all rep gains when dealing with alcoholics.]
[Addendum II: Holding the title of Lord makes you an adult in the eyes of Mother Magic.]
I nod in satisfaction and mentally close the window, just in time to watch Gornuk come in with another small box in hand, this one was black with the name Peverell inlaid in gold on it, which he handed to me when he neared.
"Lord Potter," I was impressed that he'd already noticed the Potter's ring being gone, "I must warn you, many Potters throughout the ages have tried to wear the Peverell ring to become Lord Peverell, but they have all been denied by the ring and were then punished severely by family magics or in the worst of cases, had all their magic consumed by the ring itself." Gornuk warned me.
{Well, that wasn't alarming at all.} I thought dryly myself.
I look at Gornuk and nod, "I see... Thank you for the warning Gornuk. However, the reason for that is because they lacked something crucial to become Lord Peverell." I informed the Goblin. I then opened the little black box and took the ring out. Looking at the ring I notice that the ring itself was made of some kind of deep black marble streaked through with veins of gold, while its sigil was golden with what appeared to be an engraved with the shape of a triangle with a circle inside followed by a line straight through of both shapes. "And that is that they weren't the Master of Death..." I said as I put on the ring ignoring the gasp of shock coming from two Goblins.
The moment the ring was fitted onto my ring finger it started to glow with a gray blackish light until it settled and just like the Potter ring had before it, resizes itself to fit on my finger then like before, it becomes intangible and vanished from view.
"You're the Master of Death!" They both shouted at the same time while pointing at me.
Ragnok and Gornuk gape at me and then at each other before turning back to me while I simply grin cheekily back at them. This carries on for a good minute before they both shake their heads in resignation at the same exact moment, which I found highly amusing.
"Yes, that's right. Master of Death in the flesh!" I continue to chuckle amusingly at both Goblins. I'm not surprised that they know what that title means and not just its a legend. After all, the Goblins are an old race and they have knowledge about just everything that has happened or is happening, within the Wizarding world.
"Now before we proceed any further, I have just one more thing to do. Come! I the Master of Death call upon you The Deathly Hallows to return to whence you belong!".
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~England, Little Hangleton, Gaunt Family Shack:~
In a little abandoned shack, that has long been abandoned and has since been further ravaged by time and neglect, something unusual was occurring from within it. Shining out through the shacks windows and various cracks was a bright flash of light followed by something small that shot out the ceiling and flew off in the general direction of London and at some clip at that. Reports would later say A micro meteor hit the shack.
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~Scotland, Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts, Headmasters Office~
Inside we see a very happy Dumbledore speaking to a thin man with a large and hooked nose. The hooked-nosed man has greasy black shoulder-length hair and cold black eyes.
This man seems rather unhappy, in fact, some would say he was in a very bad mood. The reason for this is that useless waste of man Mundungus Fletcher had caught sight of that cur Black and the Brat, Potter and had came running to tell Dumbledore who had then called him away from his lab down in the dungeons and now, now he's getting dragged into going kidnap- he means, rescuing the brat, because the Old Goat apparently was unable to call back the rest of the Order, since they were all over Britain looking for said brat; Potter.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore gets up from behind his desk and begins to walk toward his faithful companion, read: slave, Fawkes. "Come now Severus! We simply must catch them before they leave Gringotts!" The Old Goat said gaily.
However, unknown to him, was that his good mood was about to be ruined when his wand holster began to glow brightly, followed by one of his desk drawers. The items themselves seem to glow ever brighter until they, in a burst of light, sound and force, shoot out the window flying in high speed, destroying the desk and sending Dumbledore twirling through the air and in, Severus's opinion, some rather impressive flips against one of the nearby bookshelf. Severus and Fawkes could only gape in shock at having witnessed what had happened.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore can only groan in pain as he lays within the remains of what was a very expensive bookshelf filled with very thick, heavy, and very expensive books.
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~England, London, flying over the streets: A girl's PoV~
Flying high In the sky and hidden with magic we see a cute little girl with a slim body, shoulder-length blonde hair, and blue eyes, who appeared to be around nine years of age and flying on top of a broom, on her head she wears an oversized blue witch's hat. This girl's name is Le Fay Pendragon and she is a member of Golden Dawn, a magic organization where she studies magic. You see, she has a talent for magic casting and so far she has mastered all kinds of spells, even the forbidden ones.
However, today she's on her way to Diagon Alley to restock her potion ingredients. She's not really a fan of wanded magic users, they're so behind the times and are often times too arrogant for taste, but their magical ingredients are always top-notch, so she decided to bite the bullet and put up with the magical snobs.
When she had almost arrived at the alley, there was a glowing object that flew by her at a dangerously high speed which almost caused her to fall off her broom by surprising her, causing her to let out a small. "Eep!" In shock, as she holds onto her hat tightly as the object zipped passed by and unleashes a very strong gust of wind. When it had passed, she quickly looked toward the flying object only to watch it fly off at speeds not even she could match.
"What was that!? It was brimming with mana and it seems to be flying toward Diagon Alley!"
Enjoying the excitement of finding such a strange mystery, she smiles brightly and decides to follow the UFO, {Maybe I'll find adventure! Or! Or even some new magical thingy!} She thinks excitedly.
She had no idea that she was going to witness something that would change her life forever.
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~Gringotts, Gornuk's Office: Harry's PoV~
It didn't take long for three small orbs of light to come flying through the ceiling and causing a storm of dust and dirt, surprising both Ragnok and Gornuk.
The orbs stop and float for a few seconds in front of me, before then taking their original forms, and now, floating before me I see the Cloak, Wand, and Stone.
I quickly reach out and grab both the wand and cloak and put them into my inventory {I really don't need them per say, but they might come in handy someday} I thought to myself {...and I'd rather have them sitting in my inventory than someone using them with evil intentions.} Once I'd finished putting away the cloak and wand I reached out for the stone and activated one of my skills causing my eyes to glow momentarily, I can see the clearly evil and dark aura surrounding it. Now that I've confirmed that the stone is indeed a Horcrux I place it onto the desk in front of me while getting up from my seat and stepping back a bit.
The Goblins look on confusedly at my action, but I just grin at them and reach out with my palm open and then Oathkeeper appears in a brief flash of white light and I point it at the stone. It doesn't take long for a beam of light to shoot from its tip and even shorter before the soul shard began moaning and wailing in pain and despair, of course, makes both Ragnok and Gornuk jump up and hiss in both anger and disgust at what they see before them.
After a few minutes of this, I force out a little more power and with a final wail of pain the Horcrux is finally purified and vanishes in a puff of oily smoke, I smile for a job well done and sit back down while letting Oathkeeper go and as the Keyblade starts to fall it slowly vanishes in stream of bright motes of light.
While the Goblin's curse in as many human languages as they know, which for an international Bank, is a lot, I check my newest notification.
[DING DING!]
[You have been accepted by the Peverell's Lord ring and have collected all of the three Deathly Hallows!]
[Title has Evolved: Heir Peverell > Lord Peverell]
[The holder of this title is the Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Peverell.]
[The Peverells were an ancient family of magic users who are recorded to have died out sometime between the 12th and 14th centuries due to no male heirs able to carry on their family name. The bloodline however has been noted in several prominent other magical families, such as The Gaunts, Blacks and Potters. It is also rumored that the three Peverell brothers; Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus, are believed by some to be the subjects of the wizarding legend, 'The Tale of the Three Brothers.', who each possessed one item of the fabled items called; The Hallows. Some however argue that it is far more likely that the Brothers were simply the creators of the fabled items if they actually exist at all.]
[Family Motto: Mors in vita servit; In life, Death serves.]
[Note: Holders of this title are known for having the Devil's luck which adds 5-10% to all luck roll chances.]
[Addendum I: Peverells were well known for gambling. Usually with their lives. 10% To all rep gains when dealing with adrenaline junkies.]
[Addendum II: Holding the title of Lord makes you an adult in the eyes of Mother Magic.]
While Gornuk just stared at his desk where he'd just witnessed a soul shard being vanquished, I reached over to place the stone into my inventory with its fellows. Just as I'd done that Ragnok turns to me and just growls out, "And whose twisted cursed ancestor Horcrux was that?!" He demands.
I close my eyes before replying, "Voldermort's. The crazy bastard made several of the damn things, but I have destroyed all but one now." The Goblin King once again begins to curse something fierce, though I'm not surprised at his reaction. The process to create a Horcrux is not only something beyond horrendous, it was monstrous and the Dark Lord made five of the damn things! {Well six, but that one wasn't intentional and doesn't count.}
After several minutes of what I believe to be a rather impressive string of Goblin curse words, as no two sounded the same, Ragnok has finally calmed down enough to talk.
I turn to Gornuk, who is still wearing a look of pure disgust on his face, which again, I don't blame him before asking him, "Gornuk, I would like to read my parents' will now." He just picked up the folder and handed it to me.
I must admit, I'm a bit nervous about reading this document, as these are my parent's last words put to paper. But I pull myself together and finally open the folder, I begin to read the letter within while quickly skipping past all the legal mumbo jumbo and getting to the bequests and final personal messages.
This is the last Will and Testament of James Andrew Potter and Lily Anne Potter née Evans,
We, James Andrew Potter and Lily Anne Potter née Evans being of sound mind and judgment hereby make this, our last will and testament. All previous Wills are null in void.
First off, we name Sirius Orion Black as Harry's godfather and his legal Magical Guardian. If Sirius is unable to fulfill his role of guardian then we wish for the following people to care for him in this order:
Remus Lupin,
Frank and Alice Longbottom,
Amelia Susan Bones.
Secondly, If we are dead, then Peter Pettigrew has betrayed us and the Order, which would explain many of the deaths the Order has recently experienced. We had Peter be our secret keeper when Albus Dumbledore, the caster of the Fidelius Charm on our home in Godric's Hollow, suggested that we use Peter instead and use Sirius as a decoy.
Please send a copy of this will to the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, attention Amelia Bones to ensure the woman has a solid case.
I skipped the next section, as it was mostly diving up portions of the Potter's wealth to friends and family. Which weren't many on the family side of things.
To our son Harry James Potter, we leave you everything we have and it's our sincerest wish that you lead not only a fulfilling life but more importantly, a happy one.
We also state that under no circumstances is our son, Harry, to be placed with Lily's sister, Petunia Dursley and her husband Vernon Dursley, they're spiteful and hateful people who would never treat Harry with the love and care that he will need growing up parentless.
Harry, if you're reading this, then we're no longer among the living and we're so, SO, sorry for that! We deeply wish we could be with you so that we could experience all of your moments throughout your life, like the moments of triumph, and all your silly mistakes. Your first girlfriend, or friends 'wink wink' - Dad, the moments of joy, the struggles. Everything.
But know; KNOW Harry, that we LOVE you and we will always love you. Until the sun dies out and time itself stops having any meaning. We will love you, Harry. Forever.
Sincerely,
James Andrew Potter
Lily Anne Potternée Evans
Witnessed: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Gritting my teeth, I handed over the Will to Gornuk, who quickly read it before placing it back into the folder on his desk, while I closed my eyes to both think and to calm down.
{I already knew my parents loved me and it makes me happy to read their last words of care and love but It seems my suspicions were on the spot! That Old Fool not only sealed my parent's will but he also acted as the only witness. How he managed that, I have no idea, but if I had to guess, I'd think magic was involved...} I thought with dark humor {He clearly knew that Sirius was innocent, but he let him rot in Azkaban for almost eight years, and to top off the insult to injury, the Old Bastard went against my parent's expressed wishes and left me with the Dursleys! The son of a bitch is almost as malicious as Voldermort himself!} I thought angrily.
During my contemplation, I must have let some of my power leak because as soon as I opened my eyes again, I caught sight of both Ragnok and Gornuk hiding behind the only desk in the office with only their wide-open eyes looking at me from just above the rip of the desk.
"Umm… Sorry about that, I sort of lost my temper for a moment there, due to how much Dumbledore has tried to control my life," Sighing loudly I continued, "In any case, I thank you both for your time and help." I say while I get up off the borrowed chair, then turn and bow at the waist as a show of respect. This seemed to calm both Goblins down a tad as they moved to come out of their hiding spot.
Gornuk nods his head rapidly, while Ragnok, whose voice was an octave higher than before, speaks up for the both of them. "O-of course Lord Potter, it is our pleasure to help you in any way we can. Gornuk will immediately start preparing to move all Potter and Peverell assets to Kyoto as soon as possible. We hope that once talks are done concerning our alliance with the Yokai Faction, you'll consider doing business with Gringotts again." He finishes.
I smile and nod at Ragnok's offer, "Of course your Grace. While we're on the topic of my estate again, please also sell all properties, as I have no need for a home in this Merlin-forsaken country anymore."
Gornuk speaks up, "O-o-o-of c-c-course L-lord P-potter! It shall be done as you have asked. I have to say that it is a sad day that two of the oldest and richest magical houses are leaving to join another faction but we of Gringotts wish you a most rewarding endeavor going forward."
I smiled and was about to speak again when a younger and smaller Goblin dashed through the door making us all turn toward him in puzzlement.
"My Liege! Senior Manager! I have news! A Mr. Albus Dumbledore is in the lobby demanding, loudly and obnoxiously, that Lord Potter is to be brought out to him at once!".
Ragnok growls out in anger, "How dare this jump-up goat buggering Wizard come barging into Goblin land and make demands of us!"
As Ragnok was about to say something more he suddenly fell silent when a terribly cold and dark chuckle stops everyone on the spot and slowly they turn to the cause of such a dreadfully ominous noise only to jump back in fright as they caught sight of my cold and uncaring face and even colder look in my eyes as they started to glow ominously and take on their reptilian shape. The sheer bloodlust pouring off the young lord was felt from the very depths of Gringotts all the way to it's lobby far above ground causing one Albus Dumbledore to shiver as if someone had just done a jig on his grave.
Meanwhile, Sirius, who had been making his way back to the lobby, stopped suddenly as he felt the now familiar oppressive feeling of his Godson had begun filling the building around him. "Ohhhhh! Hahaha! What idiot pissed off Harry?!" He asks his escort, only to notice that they are quickly retreating deeper into their tunnels, causing him to grin in amusement and he decides to simply continue on.
The Goblins stuck in the room with the demon in child form only wanted to die or at the very least, pass out! Thankfully as sudden as the pressure had appeared, it had also suddenly stopped and while the Goblins caught their collective breath and hid any possible stains they may or may not have made, Harry began to walk towards the lobby.
"Let's go see what the Old Fool wants..."
The young Goblin, who just so happened to be an intern from the American branch of Gringotts, had only one thing to say regarding what he had just experienced, "That Old Goat is about to get wrecked..." Then he went back to trying to regain his breath while both Gornuk and Ragnok nodded tiredly in agreement.
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(Flashback Start: 5 minutes ago)
~Gringotts, Main Lobby: Dumbledore's PoV~
After being dug out of a pile of rubble and books, Severus and I rushed toward Gringotts with the help of Fawkes. {Unfortunately, it seems that I've worn out my welcome with the Goblins and their patience with my previous visits to badger... I mean, convince them to allow me access into the Potters vaults, but I don't let that stop me.} I idly thought while ignoring the low growls coming from the viciously little creatures.
Walking toward one of the creatures at random, "Bring out Harry Potter! The poor boy is in serious danger while being exposed out in the open! I must take him away for safety!" I ordered the Goblin, who only continued to stare at me for a moment before slowly shaking his head and looking at me in pity. This reaction was not what I had expected from the Goblins, sword waving and threats of bodily harm yes, pity no… Thankfully, my fellow wand-waving wizards and witches within the lobby stare on with awe and respect, as they should, but the Goblins are looking at me as if I was insane, which was concerning. Fortunately, it seemed that at least one of those creatures seemed to understand English, as I noticed him run off to wherever I hoped Harry was or to the Manager.
However, a few minutes later, just when I was starting to think that the little creature had gotten lost in one of their tunnels below, I, and everyone else within the building, felt an awful pressure and bloodlust pour throughout the building. Even Severus, who was a former Death Eater and has been in the presence of Voldermort himself, seemed perturbed and was now sweating and looking paler, if that was even possible, than he's had in years.
I myself can't help but tremble at the dread that shivered up my spine. Only for the pressure to disappear as quickly as it had arrived. Following a few moments after the pressure had vanished, the large security gate, found near the back of the main lobby, opened, and walking out from that gate was one Sirius Orion Black, wearing his trademark wolfish grin.
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~Gringotts, Main Lobby: General PoV~
"Ah, Sirius my boy! It's good to find you in such good health!" Dumbledore pompously and loudly.
Sirius just raises an eyebrow at him while giving a sidelong glance toward Severus before saying, "I'm afraid that I can't say that I feel the same way as you Headmaster. But enough about me, what are you doing here? And with Snivellus no less." Sirius asks while Severus sneers hatefully at him, but with a quick look from Dumbledore, he seems to settle down.
"We've come to get Young Harry, Sirius! The boy's in serious danger out here in the open! So we have to get him back to his relatives as it is the only safe place for him!" Dumbledore seems to actually believe whatever tripe he's selling!
But the only thing he receives is laughter from Sirius. "Hahahaha! you actually believe that, don't you?! Haha! Harry in danger! HAHAHA! As if!" Sirius suddenly narrows his eyes and glares at his former Headmaster.
"The only dangerous one is you Albus! Harry doesn't need your protection and he definitely doesn't need his so-called 'relatives' the Dursleys!".
Severus being his slimy self can't help but speak up.
"Just be quiet Black and hand over the Potter brat!" Sirius was about to say something but stopped and begins to madly grin as he looks behind Severus.
"And who is this brat you're speaking of?" A cold voice asks from behind Dumbledore and Snape, causing both men to jump and whirl around, only to see a young Harry Potter standing there glaring at them both. {He looks so much like his father! But those eyes are clearly Lily's!} Is what Severus thought. But this thought only causes him to become angry and in a foolish, in hindsight, decision he reaches out to grab Harry by the scruff of his arm.
"Arrogant and a show-off, just like your pathetic father! Now come along brat! I don't have al- argh!" Severus started to say only to start screaming out in pure agony as the boy was able to, in an amazing display of speed, grab a hold of Severus's wrist and then proceeded to crush it and his bones into so dust. Needless to say, Snape squealed like a stuck pig.
"Don't touch me asshole!" Harry all but snarled at the man now rolling around on the floor cradling his broken wrist. Everyone watching on from within the lobby winced as Harry then proceeded to pick up and throw the potion's professor out through the Banks main entrance and over the top of a young girl wearing a blue witches hat, who could only gape at the scene of a fully grown man being manhandled and thrown bodily over her head and sent crashing onto the streets below.
Dumbledore, of course, took a step back at such an amazing display of inhuman strength from a nine-year-old boy. "Harry, my boy! You shouldn't have done that! Severus was just concerned for your safety!" Dumbledore says in the clearly fake grandfatherly way while his eyes begin to do what Harry thought was creepy as hell, twinkle. Sadly, everyone who was watching on, thought the aging Hogwarts Headmaster was finally going senile.
Harry only scowls at the Headmaster. "Whatever, I don't have time to deal with this nonsense! Take your pet Death Eater and your crazy fire chicken and leave Dumbledore! I have far more important things to do today. Come on Godfather, we have to leave to do that errand before we can go back home." Harry states before turning away from Dumbledore and walking away.
Sirius nods in agreement, knowing that Harry was probably speaking about having to go to Romania to speak with one of the Vampires Clans. Quickly walking to catch up to Harry, who seemed to be slowly drawing the attention of the local populace, only to duck and dodge when they heard...
"Stupefy!" Yelled Dumbledore twice in quick succession, as he brandished his wand, which to many onlookers looked suspiciously like a different wand from his usual one, as he tries to knock out both Sirius and Harry with stunning spell only to have his eye almost fall out of his head from shock when he witnesses Harry catches his spell and crushes it with his bare hand.
Harry sighs deeply, before speaking to the senile old man "I was going to deal with you and your pet some other time, but I might as well give you a taste for what's to come! Know this Dumbledore! I'll make you pay for abandoning me to the Dursleys, who abused and tortured me for almost eight years! For knowing that Sirius was an innocent man and then letting him rot in Azkaban! For eight years!" The bystanders who had gathered around could only stare in disbelief at what they were hearing, some felt anger and others felt disgust at what the boy was accusing the Headmaster of. But Harry continued to speak, "And possibly worst of all! For keeping that piece of shit of a human who was the one who told the prophecy to Voldermort! He's the true reason my parents are dead! And you!, YOU! Not only did you save him from his just prison sentence, but you gave him a job! Teaching KIDS NO LESS!"
Sirius, who had been enjoying watching his Godson release some of the pent-up trauma he'd experienced growing up, only to snarl when he heard the later half of Harry's rant, before turning toward Snivellus, who was still struggling to get up onto his feet, and pulling out his wand and yelling at Severus "What?! You bastard!" Sirius roared while casting a few choice curses at the downed man.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore was starting to panic! The brat not only knew about things he shouldn't but was yelling them for everyone to hear!
Harry of course wasn't done. "The Wizarding world claims you're some kind of leader of the light! The most powerful wizard to have lived since Merlin himself, but that's just a ruse... A ruse you use to hide the manipulating bastard you are! But you know what?! That's fine! Let's just see who really is the Master of Light!". Harry waves his arm and once more his Keyblade: Oathkeeper appears in a sudden flash of light he points it right at the Old Fool.
Le Fay, who had been watching from the top of Gringotts stairs, has stars sparkling in her eyes as she recognizes the weapon that the boy was somehow using and excitedly began to wildly clap while the rest of the crowd can only gape in awe at the sight of such a uniquely beautiful weapon.
Harry's body begins to let out streams of light that seemed to dance around him before yelling at Dumbledore. "Get ready!"
Dumbledore can only look on in shock, at not only the amount of magic the boy is letting off but at the sight of such beautiful light dancing around him.
Just where did the brat get a hold of such power?! And what is that weapon he's holding? And most importantly, why is he feeling such dread?!.