Stepping through the doors to Gringotts, Harry Potter gave a goblin standing at the door a nod in greeting. What he did not expect, however, was the look of surprise that spread across that goblin's face.
"Stay there," it grunted to him, before scarpering into a back office. Confused, Harry did exactly as he was tod; as Hagrid had once told him, you shouldn't mess with a goblin. The goblin emerged followed by another, one that Harry recognised.
"You're Griphook, aren't you?" he asked, looking the goblin up and down. The two goblins exchanged a glace, at which Griphook gave an approving look.
"I see what you mean, Snarktooth," he said. "He must be Goblin Friend."
"Im sorry?" Harry asked. The goblins in the surrounding area gasped as one, drawing the attention of the other wizards in the room.
"He apologises to a goblin? He recognises one too? Truly, he is Goblin Friend." Nods of assent were seen everywhere, and Harry's confusion continued to grow.
"Err, I'm sorry, I'm only being polite. Please don't bow," he hastened to add as goblins went to their knees.
"He requests we not bow?" Came a voice from one side. "Someone, send for the King. He must meet this wizard."
"Tell us, what is your name?" Came another.
"I'm Harry Potter. I'm sorry, but what's going on?"
"This is a grand day, Friend Potter," Griphook said, as a door slid open behind a row of desks, and a goblin in full battle regalia stepped out. As he approached, goblins fell to their knees once again, muttering under their breath.
"Griphook, what is the meaning of these summons?" the goblin asked as Griphook sank to his knees. Feeling rather awkward, Harry gave a stiff bow of his own, at which the Goblin's eyebrows arched.
"Ah, I see," he said, turning to face Harry. "For your honour this day, I name you Goblin Friend of the Goblin Nation. Please, walk with me."
Harry followed the Goblin back through the door he had come, and stepped in line behind as he started talking.
"I am Ragnuk the sixteenth. Ragnuk. With a 'u'."
"I'm sorry, but I thought your name was Ragnok," Harry said. The goblin stopped and gave him a slight glare.
"No. Ragnuk. Ragnok is a stupid name for a goblin."
Harry gave a noncommittal shrug and followed as Ragnuk started walking again.
"I have been looking for a wizard worthy of the title Ambassador for the Goblin Nation. You will accept, of course."
"Err, I'm sorry, but I'm only twelve."
"Most apologetic and obedient, aren't you? You would make for a fine son."
Ragnuk paused, before forcing Harry to his knees in front of him. He drew a sword from his side, and presented it to Harry.
"Rise, Harry Potter. I name you my adopted son. Now you shall need a fitting Goblin Name. We shall call you… Ragnok."