The heir.

The goblin seeing that name quickly presses a button on the underside of the desk. Several silent alarms go off notifying higher people than him of what's going on. While this is happening the quill keeps drawing out names.

Heir of Wyllt, Heir of Gryffindor, Heir of Hufflepuff, Heir of Ravenclaw, Heir of Slytherin, Heir of Peverell. Before any more can be written another goblin burst into the door.

"Quickly repeat after me." The goblin says grabbing me.

"I lord Ryan Steele sole heir of the most ancient and noble house of Wyllt do hereby claim my inheritance and all rights that come with it from this day until my last day so I say so shall it be." I quickly recite with him. As soon as the words finish something locks onto me.

The will of magic itself judges me and soon rings start to appear one after another on my finger the most amazing one being a ring with a Merlin on it. Soon in front of me is all sorts of items that have been called by magic. Including a flowing silver cape and a white wand next to a dark grim looking ring that spits out a nasty cloud of goo and is disintegrated by magic itself. The hallows.

There's a strange feeling as the items bind to me. I feel it in my very soul as they vanish into the depth of my mind hiding inside my occulmency room.

A screen pops up in front of me the other can't see. [Soul bound items found. Binding complete.]

"Sorry about the rush my lord but if ministry got word about a minor being the next heir of lord Merlin himself I'm sure you'll find yourself quickly stripped of everything. This however grants you your lordship and makes you an emancipated lord." The goblin says baring his teeth at the thought of the ministry.

"That's fine i suppose, but won't they still be notified?" I ask the goblin.

"Oh yes but they can't do anything about it now. I'm sure they daily prophet is already printing what's going on as we speak." The goblin chuckles.

"That sounds fun. Hopefully I won't have to deal with people taking my pictures or anything like that?" I ask the muscular goblin.

"Of course this is sovereign ground and the daily prophet isn't allowed inside the doors." The goblin assures me. "Now let's get to a bigger room and discuss a few things seeing as this is probably going to be a very new experience for you." The goblin says leading me out of the room.

We make our way to a much more grand room with nice artwork and better furniture.

I sit down in a chair across from the goblin.

"Now first order of business is your lordship. You know have a vast majority of votes in the wizengamot. Which by now the seats have already been activated notifying others of the heirs arrival." The goblin says reading over the paper.

"Those rings you have on can be hidden and will protect you from any kind of mental attack and poisons such as love potion or things like that." The goblin says sneering in disgust at the thought of love potions.

I think about it for a second and the rings disappear.

"It's probably better for you to not show those in public at this point in time as there have been some unsavory groups making their way around." The goblin says.

"Thank you for the advice."

"Next up your accounts. All the accounts except for the slytherin account have massive fortunes. We ask that you not withdraw everything since that would be an enormous amount of money and it would literally break the economy to have it all withdrawn at once and spent since we use those coins to feed other accounts. This was of course approved by lord Merlin himself when the bank was founded." He tells me showing me a paper I can't read as it's mostly in a different language but there's an English name at the bottom Myrddin Wyllt or Merlin if you guys don't know.

"That's fine I don't know what I would do with so much money anyway." I say looking over the rows of number of galleons and sickles and knuts. Bitch I lived of $5 pizzas and cup ramen.

Next he pulls out a stack of papers. "These are the patents of certain potions and items that you currently own." I don't have time to read them before he pulls out another stack. "These are the properties you own in diagon and knockturn alley."

"Wait wait wait!" I wave my hands. He looks at me in confusion.

"I don't want to deal with literally any of this at all who is in charge of my account?" I ask him.

"As of now it's me. My lord." He says.

"And tell me in your opinion what should I do with these objects?" I ask him.

"Sign your name for a few of them then dump some of the others as they are losing you money since new potions have been invented." He says.

"Alright do that." I say picking up a pen as he passes me ones to sign and ones to get rid of.

"Next the shops and places I own. Do I get rent?" I ask him.

"Yes sir you own fine quality land and the rent you make a always paid on time." He says looking over the properties.

"Good now start buying up other properties that go up for sale." I tell him.

He nods and jots down some notes.

"Your in charge of all this I give you 10 million galleons to invest in whatever you want however I don't want to hear about literally any of it." I tell him as business makes my head hurt.

"Very good sir now onto the matter of your marriage contract." He says making my brain skid to a halt I don't recall that. He pulls out another piece of paper. At the top it says. Contract of marriage between the house of black and the house of slytherin.

The names were Ryan Steele and Bellatrix Black. It was fully binding and there was no escape.