My name is Harry Potter I am five years old, and for the last three and a half years I had been slowly assimilating the collective knowledge of my mother during my sleep. Everything from the day she was born till the day she died.
I knew spells, curses, charms and runes, I knew that by the fact that I was living in the Dursleys I had been Betrayed by Dumbledore, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew.
I also knew that I could no longer live in this place. I had been biding my time until my magical core was strong enough for me to apparate even if barely but today I was going to go to Gringotts and claim my inheritance, today I would be free.
Apparating to a secluded spot just around the corner from the Leaky Cauldron I quickly made my way through to the alley studiously ignoring the curious looks I received from passerbys I weaved my way through the masses of people on the way to the Bank.
Arriving at the bank and seeing an empty teller I quickly made my way over. Looking up at the Goblin I said in my most authoritative voice
"I wish to meet with Accounts Manager Ironhammer"
The teller turned sneering at me in the typical goblin fashion "And who would you be little wizard"
"I am busy and you, are not Ironhammer"
Follow me the goblin practically growled out and with that turned and walked briskly down the hall and through a door near the end following him he lead me through hallways of fine armour and blades before knocking on a door made of some sort of red metal with various runes carved into it.
The goblin who opened the door was much older than the teller who's name I didn't bother with and dressed in finer clothing than him as well. After a quick conversation in Gobbledygook he left leaving me alone with Ironhammer.
"May I presume you are aware of who I am Ironhammer"
"You may Mr Potter"
"Good" taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk I continued "Why was my Parents Will not followed?"
"Lily had tried being nice to Goblins when she was younger, when she first tried to open an account at Gringotts she was polite and courteous, she was almost tricked into signing a contract that would make her a virtual sex slave for those Goblins with weird fetishes as well she was saved from that life of servitude by the slimmest of chances, she accidentally knocked an ink pot over the parchment and when she noticed the ink didn't mark the contract in certain areas she cast a revealing spell, saw the contract and almost had a fit.
From that day on she both learned all she could about Goblins and hated them with a passion, from what she could tell Goblins seemed to instinctively hate everything that wasn't them, they barely tolerated other goblins, they had waged war with almost every other magical creature in the world on and off, seemingly the only reason that the Goblins weren't attacking Wizards at the moment was their massive ongoing war with Dwarves and that they seemed to take an inordinate amount of pleasure attempting and in most cases succeeding to steal from Wizards.
"Hmmm" the Goblin grumbled apparently in thought as he searched through several cabinets and and files, finding the one he wanted he opened it and replied "A Mr Albus Dumbledore enacted the will and carried it out, the copy he had differed from the one we did but as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot it was decided his copy was the more reliable one, by order of the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
"Very well Goblin bring me the forms so that I may secure my emancipation and succession to head of the moste Noble and Righteous House of Potter"
The goblin snapped his fingers and several papers appeared on the table in front of me, dredging up what little magic was left to me after the apparition and what little that had recovered in the short span since I directed it to my eyes using a simple and crude form of magesight, as expected the papers were covered in a light purple sheen indicating sort form of illusion or glamour covering them.
Looking back towards the Goblin "Does your incompetence know no bounds? Fetch me the papers necessary to secure my emancipation lest I find it in my best interest to have my monies stored elsewhere."
A low growl could be heard emanating from the Goblin, foul little beast that it was but it acquiesced to my request no other outward signs of aggression, which was good because I had to real hope of stopping it if it did get angry, it is times like these that the differences between me and Lily are most acute, she would never have walked into Gringotts acting like pissing off Goblins was her premier calling in life, me? Well I had a few less inhibitions, besides Goblins tried to rape my mum, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
Signing the appropriate papers while showing my barely veiled contempt for the Goblin race as a whole, I thought about a plan of action, it was clear Dumbledore wasn't someone in whom I should place my trust, Lily had done that... reluctanly, she always did think that his eyes twinkled just a little to much even for a supposedly benevolent old man.
I would need to go to a school if for nothing else than to keep my cover, Hogwarts was out as were any of the other schools in the United Kingdom, Lily spoke Italian, French, Latin and some Egyptian which left me with several options for my schooling problem, Salem School of Magic in Salem, America, the Suyuti Institute in Thebes, Egypt, the Enlightened school of Magic in Rome, Italy or the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic in Marseille, France.
As I finished signing the papers that marked me a legal adult at the age of five, a completely preposterous event but in this situation decidedly convenient, I couldn't help but think that despite how backward the Magical World is sometimes you cant help but love exactly that about it.
"Very well Goblin it appears we are finished here, now I would like to visit my vault will you be doing that or will you send one of your lackeys." Ironhammer seemed only too pleased to send me off with one of his lackeys, disgusting green thing that it was.
During the ride in the cart down to the Potter family vault I thought more on my schooling dilemma they were all good schools but they all had different specialties, the Americans focused on technomancy, the Egyptians on Curses, the Italians on Divination and the French on Enchantry. Thinking along those lines the Italians were out as were the Americans, my Egyptian was a bit spotty as well as curses not interesting me nearly as much as Enchantry and so I tentatively chose France as my first pick, depending how the next few years went.
Stepping out of the cart I walked over to my vault and waited for the Goblin to open it. As I moved to step I stopped "Goblin do you have a bottomless sack for sale?"
"Yes" The Goblin answered succinctly apparently it was less hostile than most, or perhaps just more pathetic.
"How much will it cost me to buy one off you?" The slight flash of anger and disappointment that surged across the Goblins face as I asked that question made me change my opinion on its character it wasn't less hostile than other Goblins just more sneaky and slightly better at concealing its general disdain for everything, I knew now its plan was to give the sack to me and extract its payment later, probably somewhere in the vicinity of my entire vault.
"200 Galleons" I looked at it and saw that it was serious 200 galleons was a four years wage for an entry level ministry employee. 200 galleons in the muggle world was just over 37 pounds of gold or about 450,000 pounds, the Goblin either thought since I was young I was naïve well that or I was mentally deficient.
"You will get 10 galleons Goblin and you will be ecstatic with it, Do we have a deal?"
"100 Galleons" It clearly thought negotiations were going to help.
"1 Galleon" It was wrong, I could see its eyes bug out of its head at the price drop, it was still more than one would pay in a store by more than 10 times but then again it was still 10 times less than what I offered.
I saw an emotion flit across its face that could only be described as unadulterated hatred a pretty universal expression even on these creatures it would seem.
"Fine" it all but growled "Ill take 10 galleons"
I gave it a blank look and replied "10 galleons is not on the proverbial table at the moment, the offer is a single galleon. Will you take it?"
Snarling the Goblin bares its teeth swearing in its ridiculous and nauseating language before agreeing and literally throwing the sack at me.
Stepping into my vault I can see the vast piles of gold stacked up all throughout, but for the moment they are not what im looking for, spying the cabinet that I wanted in a corner I went over and opened it revealing rows of wands and other magical foci, after half an hour or so of testing I took the two most compatible wands, one a 10 inch rosewood and Sphinx hair and the other 8 inch pine and trolls heartstring, both of them were quite weak wands and if I was to be entirely honest with myself the Sphinx hair wand was too powerful for me at the moment none the less I grabbed them both a couple of holsters which I put on my thighs and a ring with six small rubies surrounding a larger emerald, it wouldnt allow me to channel much magic through it but it would certainly help for small amounts of wandless magic.
With my wands secure I filled up my bag with several thousand galleons and one extra for the Goblin outside and left.
Throwing the coin at the Goblin I didn't even look to see if it caught it and got back in the cart, the ride out seemed to take a lot longer than the ride in, maybe it was because I had pissed this green abomination off, or maybe it was just because I wasn't concentrating on my schooling this time around.
Either way I couldn't wait to get out of this place and away from this green skinned abomination that looked like it wanted to literally eat me alive and talk to something civilized or at the very least human.
God I hate Goblins.