11 year old Harry Potter could only gawk at the sight of the interior of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. The interiors were amazing, despite how creepy the little poem was. It was like they were trying to chase away customers, but Harry approved and no doubts that the Goblins could actually do what they were hinting at.

As Hagrid guided him towards a goblin teller, his eyes fell on another goblin approaching them at a rapid but still reasonable place, navigating the crowds like they weren't even there. Intrigued, he stopped and waited for the goblin to arrive, much to Hagrid's confusion.

As soon as the goblin arrived he spoke, 'greetings, Lord Potter. I must ask you to come with me.' Hagrid looked quite confused and said, 'Bu' I need t' take 'im to 'is trus' vault.' The goblin, staring at Harry as though he was something special, replied undettered, 'No matter Master Hagrid. You may conclude your business with teller Ripjaw. It is the wish of Ragnok the Eighth, Director of the English Branch of Gringotts and Keeper of the House Potter Vaults to meet, and he does not like waiting.'

Obviously Hagrid knew the dangers of messing with goblins, so he simply said, 'Stay safe, eh Harry? Dumbledore will have my hide if something happens t' yeh.' And began murmuring to the teller.

Harry who was still yet to say a word began following the goblin that had moved away from him and was heading down a path full of doors covered with words like Malfoy, Bones, Lovegood, Tonks.

A few minutes of walking later they arrived at the very last door which read Potter.

Feeling a bit of nervous anticipation, Harry pushed open the door and looked in. The room was a typical Muggle office type with a plush carpet and a fire burning in a corner, with a table in the center. Behind the table sat another Goblin, this one looking quite old, with wrinkles covering his skin.

He spoke in a dry, raspy voice, as though he spent his time gargling with nails. 'Welcome Mr. Potter. I am your Vault Manager and Director of this branch of Gringotts. I do believe we have some business to start. Please take a seat'

Harry sat in one of the sofas and said, 'call me Harry, Director Ragnok. And what business do we have?'

Ragnok said, 'Why we have to cover your parents' wills, your inheritance test, your properties and we also have to get rid of that Merlin awful Horcrux in your head.'

'A what in my head?'

'A Horcrux. It is one of the most despicable forms of magic. To put it simply, Voldemort, the person who killed your parents, accidently put a bit of his soul in you, resulting in your scar. Now, how do you want to proceed?'

'Remove the Horcrux first please.'

He was guided to another room, where he was told to change into a hospital gown and lay down on a bed. As soon as he lay down in it, he felt the reaches of sleep and succumbed.

When he woke up around half an hour later he got to witness a death match between a possessed pig and 2 warrior goblins.

He was later guided back to Ragnok's room, accompanied by a goblin, Griphook. While Harry took his seat again, Griphook handed a folder to Ragnok, who gave a harsh muttering of curses-and later an order-in gobledegook before looking towards Harry who was lost in the runic patterns he saw in front on the ceiling. Clearing his throat to get the child's attention, he spoke, 'Mr. Potter, it has just come to my attention that you suffer from several problems like malnutrition, eyesight defects and unhealed injuries. Of the magical kind, there are blocks on your core and blocks on your magical abilities. Do not worry; we will get you potions that will get rid of them all.'

An astounded but weak Harry replied, 'thank you for your generosity, Director Ragnok. Can we move on to my inheritance test now?'

'Of course we can Mr. Potter. All we need is a drop of your blood,' he procured a vial, 'a strand of your hair' a muggle tweezers joined the vial, 'and some of your saliva.' Another vial joined the other components.

Harry dutifully gave what was asked of him and Ragnok mixed it all together before pouring the mixture on a scrap of parchment.

As they watched, words began appearing on the parchment, in gold ink.

Client: Harry James Potter

Race: Wizard

Pure blood

Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans

Father: James Charles Potter

Natural Abilities

Animagus: form unknown

Metamorphmagus: hair, height and face only (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Natural Occlumence and Legilimence: powerful shields and probes (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Flight: Without support (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

All tongue: every speech can be spoken (blocked by A. Dumbledore except Parseltoungue)

Seer: Mostly accurate prophetic dreams (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Wand less Magic: Very easy (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Wordless Magic: Very easy (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Dark arts: Natural without turning dark (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Veela Charm: from mothers side (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Rudimentary Magic: Other magic (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Conjuring: Natural (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Magical Countering: Subconsciously (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Quick Healing: all but the most fatal wounds (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Photographic memory: Infallible (blocked by A. Dumbledore)

Heritage

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter [Father]

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black [Grandmother, Godfather]

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell [Father]

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Flamel [Godmother]

The Most Noble House of Riddle [Right of Conquest]

The Most Noble House of Gaunt [Right of Conquest]

The Most Esteemed House of Gryffindor [Father]

The Most Esteemed House of Ravenclaw [Mother]

The Most Esteemed House of Hufflepuff [Mother]

The Most Esteemed House of Slytherin [Right of Conquest]

The Foreign House of the Gods(Greek) [Distant relation]

The Foreign House of the Emperor(Roman) [Distant relation]

The Foreign House of the Pharaoh(Egyptian) [Distant relation]

The Foreign House of White(French) [Distant relation]

The Foreign House of Vader(German) [Distant relation]

The Foreign House of the Jackson(American) [Distant relation]

The Foreign House of Eragon(Irish) [Distant relation]

The Royal House of Drakonids [Bloodline Magic]

The Royal House of Merlin [Prophecy Magic]

The Royal House of Le Fay [Prophecy Magic]

The Royal House of Death [Conditions met]

Harry took a break from reading the really long Parchment and asked, 'Director Ragnok-' 'call me Ragnok' '-what is Right of Conquest?' Ragnok frowned before asking, 'That is mentioned in front of your house?'

'In front of three, actually.'

Ragnok's eyes bugged out, he reached for the paper before coming to his senses and asking permission. As soon as it was granted, he snatched it up and read through it, before setting it down with a soft sigh and a few curses in gobledegook.

'Well, well, well Mr. Potter. It would seem you are quite an anomaly. Right of Conquest is a right reserved for only the Pure bloods and Half-bloods, which are 2 of the 5 groups in the magical world. It entitles any Pureblood, who defeated another Pure-or half-blood without an heir to seize control of that house as the Head.'

'Oh. And what are the "conditions" that I met?'

'This is sacred knowledge, Mr. Potter. One passed only from Director to Director of the various worldwide branches of Gringotts. The only reason I am ready to divulge this is because you are heir of both Peverell and Death.'

'What does that have to do with anything?'

'Reading the Tale of Three Brothers from Beetle the Bard should answer your question, Mr. Potter. You see, we goblins had always believed in the existence of the entity called Death, though we had no proof of his existence. That is until a millennium ago, when Death himself appeared to my forefather, Ragnok the First at sat exactly where you are currently seated.'

Disregarding the boy's astonished glance downwards, Ragnok continued his tale 'Death told him that his heir would be the first person to survive the killing curse, which he himself had invented, without formation of a horcrux. As you completed that, you are officially heir of Death.'

Harry was stumped, his 11 year old brain trying and barely succeeding to control the fact that was magically descended from such a powerful being.

Ragnok could not hold back a chuckle at the young heir's expression. 'I believe that we can move on to your Parents' will, yes?'

At that moment, there was a knock on the door and a goblin, Griphook if he remembered correctly and spoke, 'Director Ragnok the eighth, they have arrived, sir.'

Harry was quite put off by Ragnok's sharktooth grin. 'Let's go Mr. Potter. I believe it is time to meet the other beneficiaries of your parents' Will.'

And done.

Updated-4/4/2017