AN: This is my very first fanfic, I am not from an English speaking country therefore my grammar and spelling are a bit rusty. I wanted to do something in return for this community, because while I was pregnant (my son is now 10 weeks) I was restricted to the couch. And all of your wonderful stories kept me from losing my mind.

This story has no beta (yet), so I'll do my best to keep the faults to a minimum. Reviews, tips and ideas are more than welcome, if you must flame, do not expect an answer in return.

This story takes place after the final battle, I'm not promising to hold explicitly to the storyline created by J.K. Rowling and I'm not sure if I honor the epilogue. Simply because I do not know exactly how this story will go.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything J.K. Rowling has created; I do not earn any money from this writing. I'm simply having fun with this world, her characters and their possibility's.

Inheritance

The four of them made their way through the large hall of Gringotts. "God," Harry thought by himself. "Isn't magic great!" Only three weeks ago, a large, old, albino dragon made his way through the marble floor. It was as if nothing ever happened!

Harry could feel the nervousness of his two best friends; he himself wondered how the goblins would react to the thieves and destroyers of their livelihoods. His mate in life on the other hand, smirked at the fidgeting of the three friends. "Come on you guys!" Ginny exclaimed, "It's not like they're going to eat you, I think." She quickened her step and approached one of the tellers.

"Good afternoon kind sir," She said to a rather nasty looking goblin. "My friends and I would like to speak with the manager of this establishment." The goblin glared at the beautiful red haired witch. "Do you have an appointment?" he growled with a surprisingly low voice. He looked uninterested up from the counting and weighing of the expensive jewels and gems in front of him. When he saw the three friends looking nervously up to him, his already nasty demeanor changed to downright dangerous.

"What are you criminals doing in our bank?" The goblin hissed. Ginny interrupted the goblin sternly, "That's why we want to speak to the manager! My companions had a very good reason to break in and escape the dramatic way they did." Ginny continued, "Otherwise that maniac, of a Tom Riddle would still be alive and raging havoc! So stop this nonsense this instance and let us speak with the manager!" She added with a glare that would've made her mother proud.

The goblin looked flabbergasted at the fiery presence in front of him; he glanced at his colleague next to him. Silently asking what he should do with the inquiry presented to him. The goblin next to him, just shrugged, and continued to pile the galleons in front of him.

Without another word, the goblin stood and ran to the end of the hall. He went into a door and left the four witches and wizards standing in front of his now vacated counter. After a few minutes, what seemed like hours to Harry, he came back and walked around the counters approaching them.

"Ragnok will see you," he said while glaring nastily to Harry, Ron and Hermione and cowering slightly at the sight of Ginny. "Follow me, right this way." He led the group through the hall, to a door of the side at the end. They entered a small hallway leading up to another door, after knocking rapidly at the door he left in a hurry.

"Enter." A voice answered the knocking. Glancing at each other the otherwise brave friends cowardly backed away from the door. "Oh honestly!" Ginny exclaimed. She went to the door and opened it gesturing to her friends and partner to enter the chamber on the other side.

The three friends shuffled hesitantly inside, glancing up at the richly carved, dark wooden desk. Behind the desk an important looking goblin sat, writing on a long sheet of parchment. The four waited patiently for the goblin to stop writing and stood in front of the desk. Ragnok put his quill down and folded his hands in each other before looking up. He looked at the youngsters in front of him and with a nod of his head; four hard backed wooden chairs appeared in front of him.

"Take a seat." He said, "It is really rather daring to enter Gringotts Wizarding Bank, after the stunt you pulled not three weeks ago." He seemed to be speaking to Harry alone. "May I ask why you felt that breaking an entry was the only way to go?"

Harry fidgeted with his robes before answering. "Well, when I asked Griphook if there was a way to acquire an artifact out of another's vault," He started. "He told me that there was no way to obtain said artifact without the help of a Gringotts goblin. At that moment we and especially I, were fugitives. So we could not think of a way to just walk into Gringotts and ask for the help we required." He paused for a second glancing at Ron and Hermione, both were examining the points of their shoes intently, Ginny just nodded for him to continue. "After saving Griphook out of the dungeon of Malfoy Manor, I asked his assistance. We struck a deal; he would assist us in exchange of Gryffindor's sword. However, at the end he betrayed us and attempted to lock us in the Lestrange's vault. We had to escape, otherwise Tom would have won, and the dragon was our only way out." After this explanation, Harry took a deep breath and looked the ancient looking goblin in the eye. "We really want to apologize for all the trouble we caused you and your kind, if there is anything we can do to make it up to you…" He stopped when he saw the surprised expression on the face of the goblin.

"May I ask what this artifact was and why it was so important for the wars effort?" Ragnok asked. "Well," Harry answered. "Tom Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort, created horcruxes to insure him of immortality." Ragnok did not look surprised, as he already expected as much. He remained silent for Harry to continue.

"He created six deliberately and one accidently," Harry continued. "One of the six, Hufflepuff's goblet, was held in one of his true follower's vaults. That of the family Lestrange." After taking a deep breath, Harry added, "Without the destruction of the horcruxes Tom would have survived, again."

Ragnok remained silent for a few seconds; he looked at the young people in front of him and cleared his troath. "Griphook, we found." He began. "When he wanted to present the sword of Gryffindor to our king and me, it disappeared. We knew that could only happen if the deal that was struck was not honored." He stared at the witch and wizards that risked their lives to save one of his own, and pondered if he was going to tell them what happened to that less than a house elf of a goblin. Deciding they were entitled to learn of the faith of Griphook, he continued. "He tried to run away, because he knew he would get punished for helping you lot to get inside a high security vault and for not honoring a deal he made. He now awaits his faith in de dungeons of our king."

Hermione finally looked up from her shoes and asked a question that was playing on all of their minds. "What will happen to Griphook, sir?" Ragnok looked calculating at her. "That will be something for our king to decide. Griphook may be put to death or he will lose all his credibility in the goblin nation, which is might I ad, something far worse for a goblin then the possibility of death, because all of his family will be tainted by that dishonor." Hermione gulped at this and was ready to respond in an S.P.E.W. kind of way. Before she could say anything Ron cut her off, "I am sure the goblin king will know how to handle this situation as he seems fit." He looked warningly to Hermione, god knows he loves her but they cannot afford one of her 'Hermione fits' right now. She looked at Ron and was ready to argue with him, but before they could have one of their famous squabbles. Harry intervened by clearing his throat and raising his eyebrows, Hermione glared at Harry. However, when she met his eyes, she understood why she was cut off; she just nodded and continued to inspect the tip of her shoe.

Ragnok watched this silent exchange with hidden delight. He had heard of the passion Miss Granger has for the equality for all sentential beings. Clearing his throat he continued; "Furthermore I have discussed your situation with my king," He looked around and saw the tension in the faces of their saviors. "Because it was only for the wars effort, that you broke the rules of Gringotts. We will, just this once let things slide." The four humans in the room led out a sigh of relief. "However, it has come to our attention that there were certain 'reactions' you can call them, within our bank." It was clear to him that their breaths were again at a full stop, so he quickly continued. "It is my recommendation for you," He looked especially towards Harry and Hermione. "To look into your inheritance."

"May I ask why?" Harry wondered. "I can explain when you performed the ritual, if you're willing." "How does it work?" Hermione asked.

At this question, Ragnok took out a pure silver quill and a stack of sheepskin parchments. He laid out two sheets of the parchment and held out the silver quill. "You will have to draw a drop of blood from your wands hand index finger, with the tip of the quill and then put the quill in the middle of the parchment in front of you."

At this, Harry stood up, looked at Hermione and said; "I'll go first Hermione, I was planning to ask about my inheritance. Both from my parents and Sirius, so this is just one step further." He took the quill and pricked in his right index finger, when he put the quill in the middle of the sheet, it started to write instantly. Ragnok gestured he could led go now, he took another quill just like the first out of a drawer and gave this one to Hermione. "I don't know what good it will do, because as we all know I'm a muggleborn!" She shrugged and drew a drop of blood from her left index finger and put the quill in the middle of the sheet in front of her. Expecting it would remain at the spot she put it in, she gasped when the quill also started writing in a speed that could not be followed.