Chapter Two: Goblins and Findings.
Harry pulled on a pair of his better jeans, converse, a plain green T-shirt and a grey worn jacket, he had gotten a message from the Potter account manager Sharknail. The Goblin had explained that he had been trying to get a hold of him via his Magical Guardian at the age of eleven to explain the situation he was in. Shark gave him a single portkey in the shape of a kunt but it had different designs and glowed a little, his meeting was at 10 am and it was 9:50 at the moment, better to be early than late.
"Phoenix" He muttered the code word, and felt a sharp tug at his navel. He closed his eyes and mouth not knowing what would happen if he didn't. Then he felt the floor, cold stone like floor and his landing was far from graceful. He stood slowly, shaking off the light dust he had over his clothes and began to look around when he noticed a Goblin who seemed to be containing his laughter.
The Goblin coughed "I apologize, but that was the worse entrance I have ever seen." He spoke casually, he had slicked back oil black hair with beady yellow eyes, he was in a suit and glanced at his pocket watch "And I have seen a few, Mr. Potter."
Harry, straightened his glasses and nervously rubbed the back of his neck "It was a new experience for me." He said embarrassed.
The Goblin nodded with a feral grin "I believe Sharknail is done with his appointment Mr. Potter." He said walking towards the door "I shall show you to his office."
Harry nodded and followed the Goblin making sure his glasses weren't any more damaged than normal. It turned out that he was in a private Portkey area as most Portkey's would be sent to the main lobby unless asked otherwise. He was lead down a hall and then to a door with a Golden plate etched- The Ancient and Covert House of Potter: Account Manager Sharknail.
"Knock a single time Mr. Potter." The Goblin said bowing to Harry "May your accounts be full."
Harry bowed back "Thank you for your time." He said in a calm voice.
The Goblin rose a brow and started muttering something about owing Griphook two sickles as he walked away. Harry turned to the door and knocked a single time 'Enter' was heard and he did so. The room was very comfortable, a mix of Greys, Ruby, Emerald and Onyx they didn't argue or fight with each other but they complemented the other well almost too well.
Sharknail sat on a high desk of what looked like Ebony wood, it was vintage very vintage so was the other chairs and furniture. Shark had Silver hair that was held in a short ponytail, his teeth seemed sharper than normal and he looked feral almost with the green eyes that followed Harry to the front of the desk. "Mr. Potter." He said slowly.
"Pleasure to meet you Sharknail, I assume we will get to know the other well?" Harry spoke in a calm tone looking the Goblin in the eye to show respect.
"I offer you the same Mr. Potter." He said bowing his head a little "We have much to do on this day, First we shall preform a Vault test proving you are indeed Harry James Potter. Second will be a Magical test, this shall outline your special skills and abilities. Third we'll be opening the Potter Will as your magical Guardian Albus Dumbledore claimed that until you were of Age then it would be sealed and what should be the final step will be your Lordship claim." Shark nail explained, though he looked sharp and feral, his voice was soothing like water.
"Please call me Harry." Harry said waving his hand "So let's begin."
Shark smiled a little "Like Charlus and James you are, never let me call them Lord or Mr. Potter." He dug around in a his desk for a moment then pulled out a sliver dagger carved with runes and a sheet of black paper "Now, you will hold this dagger onto your index finger on your dominant hand until the blade glows red." He explained.
Harry nodded and took the dagger, pressing it to his index finger. He felt the sharp pain but ignored that, he had a Basilisk bite his arm this was nothing. After a few seconds the blade started to glow the red color.
"Now stab the paper, lightly." He ordered "I don't need another blasted hole, James nearly broke the desk." He sighed rubbing his forehead.
Harry smirked a little, sounded like something his father would do. He leaned down and pressed the dagger onto black paper enough to were the glow spread across the surface in a runic manner and then into English. Shark looked it over and nodded turning it so Harry could read it.
Harry James Potter, Son of Lily Emma Evans: Potter and James Adam Potter.
Estimated Balance: 71,838,132: Investments, Housing, Jewelry, Vault Contents and Bonds.
Vaults owned: Number 687: Trust Fund Vault, Number 99: Potter Family Vault, Number 819: Muggle Collection Vault, Number 117: Weaponry Vault, 009: Unknown Vault with a Thestral symbol on the door.
Estates: Potter Manor: Scotland, Phoenix Island: Sicily Peverell Grounds: Ireland, Vacation Homes: Thestral Retreat- Utah, USA. Shadow Walk-New York, USA. Shinigami Estate- Tokyo, Japan. Willow Lane- Moscow, Russia. Grim Cottage- Munich, Germany. Polar Rest- Toronto, Canada. Veela Ave- Paris, France. Marauder's Outback- Sydney, Australia.
Harry read with a small 'O' on his face, he didn't know that his family was this wealthy "Sir, Would you happen to know why the Potter's have an Island in Sicily?" He asked sliding the paper back to the Goblin.
Shark nodded "I do, you see the Potter's originally came here in the 43 AD. With the invasion of Britain from Rome, the Potter's had been renowned for their minds of battle and their superior luck if you will. A majority of the Potters were Spies, Scouts, Hunters and Trackers, but a smaller amount became Assassins and Bounty Hunters though not truly evil being they always fight for the side of Light in the end. Many that came here to fight, remained in England, Potter Manor merely grew to account for the changing of times." He explained to the Heir of the house, as he was instructed to do by the last manager Talon.
Harry soaked in the information, his house was ancient and now it was on its last leg. While Harry thought Shark put the Dagger away, burned the parchment and pulled out a small stone cup with red runes inscribed to the sides. "I shall require your blood once more, an example of your magic and you'll hold the cup." He said holding out a normal dagger, one that lacked the runes.
Harry nodded and placed the dagger on his palm slitting it open, he winced a little but didn't complain. He let the crimson liquid flow into the cup when it reached a certain point the wound closed itself and Harry pulled out his wand.
"Just focus your magic into a spark or wave at the cup, it shall absorb it."
He did as he was told and just like when he got the wand for the first time, red sparks flew out of the tip onto and into the cup that now shimmered a reddish, with green. Then he took the cup in his hands as Shark started to hum and mutter.
Within a minute the cup burst into flames, the fire flew into the air and Shark caught it forcing it onto a sliver of parchment. The cup was stuck to Harry's hands and he could not help but it was over as soon as it started "There, Take a look Harry." Shark said retrieving the cup from him and replacing it with the parchment.
Harry James Potter.
Age: 14
Main Descents of: Potter- Endangered, Peverell- Extinct, Black- Endangered (One Direct Heir:Sirius Orion Black), Evans- Unknown Wizard Background, Silver- American Family, Sparrow- Became Muggle, Slytherin- Extinct and Ravenclaw- Extinct.
Primary Hair color: Raven Black.
Eye color: Emerald Green.
Familiar: N/A *Recommends a Snake or Phoenix*
Magical Affinities: Defense- Natural, Dark Arts- Natural, Potions- Able, Charms- Natural, Care for Magical Creatures- Natural and Runes- Able.
Boggart: Dementor, Patronus: Stag, Wand Core: Phoenix Tail Feather.
Unique Traits: Slight Metamorphmagus: Limited to Hair and Eyes, Parsel Tongue: Unknown wither a Born trait or not, Animagus: Form Available, Shadow Walker: Ability to Sneak expertly with little training, Wand-less Magic, Healing Ability: Faster recovery of Stamina or wounds and Fire Nature.
Blocks: Mental Shielding: 90%, Magical Core: 75%, Healing Ability: 44%, Shadow Walker: 75%, Wand-Less: 100%, Parsel Tongue: 50%, Metamorphmagus: 99% and Fire Nature: 100%
Health Concerns: Scar tissue: Back, Chest, Legs (Abuse, Childhood), Myopia (Terrible), Brittle Bones (Malnutrition), Horcrux: Scar (Not a True Horcrux), Basilisk Venom: Left forearm (Disabled), Psychological Damage: Extent Unknown and Oblivation: Memories have been replaced or stopped.'
Harry growled in anger at the mention of blocks Dumbledore had the power to do this, he was surprised to not see the Heir of Gryffindor on here but he guessed it made sense. The Weasleys would be a better cover for the Gryffindor line anyway. The Potters must have always been close to Gryffindor without being family, he wondered what Ravenclaw would have been like to his ancestor based on what he knew they all were of the Trickster level. Slytherin thought was a surprise, he wondered if that was from the Potters or Evans side of the family.
The Meta thing made sense too he recalled his Aunt clipping his hair bald and it regrew overnight, that and it never changed in length at least until this year, ever since he met Sirius it had grown out into the mans pony tail style. He didn't know what a Shadow Walker was or a Fire Nature though he had an idea. "Sir…can you explain some of this to me?"
"Lets start with your family history. Now the Peverell House joined with the Potter House when Ignotus Peverells Grand-Son Godwyn' only produced one heir a Female Eva. Being that the name couldn't be carried with Eva and that the Peverell was an extremely Light house they had to find another Ancient House. It came down to the Potters, Bones and Longbottoms. Issac Potter was the only male within Eva's age, so they wrote a marriage contract." He explained the Peverell, and took a deep breath "The Silver Family was a Neutral Pure-Blooded family, they moved to America in the 16th century many of the Silver family had a talent for healing or health herbs and to my knowledge still do. The Sparrow Family fell quiet sometime ago but they were what many think gave the Potters their natural ability of flight. They aren't extinct merely turned Muggle through a line of Squibs." He took another deep breath "You have a direct Black connection through your Grandmother Dorea Potter Black. She was kicked from the family or at least became a laughing stock as I believe. The Blacks have an ability of Metal Arts that few have ever mastered. But they are also a Dark House with a 'Black' history. I do not know about the Ravenclaw or Slytherin connection, I am sorry."
Harry looked like he had been struck with a dull mace. He didn't know what to think, He would look through the Peverells information maybe he could find some answers to his questions. Along with the Sparrows, Silver and Black house, he knew there was little hope for finding anything of Ravenclaw or Slytherin. "What about this other stuff?"
Shark nodded "The Magical Affinities help you narrow down what classes you should be taking or what fields you should apply yourself in. However that doesn't mean you can't do well in other classes or subjects it will take more time for you to grasp the subject however" He spoke reading it off the page. "I imagine you have no idea what a Shadow Walker or Fire Nature is?"
Harry shrugged a little "No Sir."
"A Shadow Walker has the ability to nearly erase his/her presence in the form of sound and smell, either under a cloak of invisibility, hiding in plain sight or following on the roof will remove the visual aspect. It is mainly used for tracking or assassinations." He pulled out a file showing how his Father had the trait, must be the Potter Family trait. "Fire Nature is the ability to control or master Fire, to a level. It is a very hard task to learn a Nature and most wizards do not have one, your Mother did however she was also a Fire."
Shark glanced at the paper and frowned "This won't do… These Blocks will be removed, the Horcrux isn't really an issue you're lucky its not a true one. I imagine this is from our last Dark Lord Mr. Riddle. Before you ask all Goblins know who he is, being he has come in here several times in the past. But that is a story for another day. What we shall do is remove it and place it into a more suitable container and we'll start healing your body right away. If you were to place the Lord ring on at the moment it could kill you for being weak."
Harry shuddered a little at that thought "Alright then, thank you for explaining." He said with a small smile.
Shark nodded and pressed his thumb and index finger on two different runes. Within a minute two Goblins came jogging in "Hobb, get me the Potter Will of Lily and James." The Goblin named Hobb nodded and turned to leave quickly. "Polaros, You shall escort Mr. Potter to the ritual room where we will remove the Horcrux and start healing his body."
The Goblin nodded "Follow, Mr. Potter." He then turned to leave with Harry in tow.
Daphne was lightly kicking her foot as she read, it was a book on strategies and battle plans. Where her sister loved to read fairy-tales like the beetle and bard or Harry Potter, she loved Magic or Battles, even muggle ones like WW2 or the battle of Troy.
She wondered if Potter had taken her advice on seeking the Gringotts, if she was right then he will be a Lord by the end of the summer. Then Malfoy will have to keep his trap shut to the people Potter hangs around, like Granger or Weasley.
"Would Misses like a cup of tea?" Yola, her family elf squeaked.
"That would be lovely." She looked up marking her place.
Yola grinned happily "English, Dash of Sugar, stirred with a cinnamon stick and a cube of ice" She recalled with a gleam.
Daphne nodded "Yes, that is all Yola." The elf popped away, she started back on her book again.
Try as she might though, her thoughts drifted back to the Raven haired teen. She curled her toes a little at the thought of him, if the rumors and what she had gathered were as true as she thought they were then he was powerful, very powerful. A Full Patronus at thirteen was unheard of, most wizards could barely get a wisp or a small shield. That and if he lost the glasses and worked out just a little more he would be heavenly, most girls stopped thinking about him because he wasn't what they were thinking. The pretty boy with an award winning smile, the last thing this world needed was another Lockheart.
She thought Potter was attractive because he had that air of Mystery to him, he didn't really care what people said about him. The Chamber incident in Second Year led her to that conclusion, that and his eyes. Those eyes had to be cut from the precious gem they resembled so bright, cold, sharp and stunning, she would swear he could hex with just his eyes. He was Harry Potter after all, it wouldn't surprise her if he could.
The thing that bothered her wasn't Harry himself, it was his friends. Granger was a stuck up know it all, the fact she was a Muggle-Born made it worse because she thought things should be more modern. The System takes time to adapt, it needs a fine tooth comb not a bat. Weasley was a Bigot Racist on anything Slytherin or new, that and he was a Pig. Longbottom would be okay being that he knew the Greengrass family. She was a Slytherin after all this was nothing more than a chess game, she plays her cards right and who knows, maybe she'll win.
Harry grunted in pain as his forehead exploded, he was tied down to an alter to prevent him from harming a Goblin or himself. As he tried to thrash about, images flashed before his eyes almost like someone's life was ending, he saw children beating him up, he talked to snakes, bullied the bullies, found his past, killed, tortured and preformed evil so dark it made night look like morning. Slowly the last memory flowed through his eyes, a small cottage, a flash of green, a body with black hair fell at the stairs, the babies room, Lily Evans pleas to spare her son, another flash of green, the mass of red hit the floor and then another flash of green then nothing. NO! That was Voldemort! I am Harry James Potter, I have been beaten, I have talked to snakes, and I have not killed unless no other option was open, I will never torture and I am not EVIL!
Harry let out a roar as a black shade like spirit flowed from his scar to transform into a shade of a male, the shade laughed darkly and lunged for Harry. However he never made contact as a beam of silver light wrapped around the shadow and pulled it into a compass looking device. The reaction was almost instant slowly the pain went away, the straps loosened for a moment to catch his breath, he could feel the memories but his psyche was pushing them to the darker corners of his mind. "A good he's not dead." A Goblin growled, Another stepped forward "Shut it Ripmouth, Mr. Potter will begin on the blocks, it's going to hurt." The Goblin said in a formal voice, then they formed a small dance circle and started murmured in lower whispers.
The Goblins got into a small tight circle and started to chant in their language. Harry couldn't understand it but he didn't really want to.
His chest started to feel tighter and tighter, his head was pounding, the skin on his arms almost burned in pain. When he let out a scream of pain, his magic manifested and it flew around the room, cutting into the walls and burning through the straps. His chest was glowing, his bones cracked like they had just been broken and reset. He started to float lightly above the alter, he screamed in pain as the torches started to glow brighter and brighter then the flames licked towards him. Then another loud crack rang through the room and then the glowing settled softly, slowly his magic relaxed and he shakily sat up.
The other Goblins were looking at him in amazement and wonder, some were still on the floor from being pushed over and hiding from him. The walls were cracked, cut and indented, by the torches were scorch marks from his new found element. He looked down at the alter, it was cracked and severally damaged "I-I'm..."
A Goblin waved him off "Don't be sorry Mr. Potter, this was incredible to witness. We rarely use the unblocking alter being Blocks are illegal on anyone over 11. We'll fix the room and the alter, we should have expected this. You already had strength before but now you're well Warlock level. Don't expect anymore strength being most Magical beings level out around early puberty so the body can start its process." The Goblin said passing him his shirt and jeans. They had him disrobe so the runes on the table could make contact with his skin.
The doors opened and another Goblin entered, this one looked like a professor of sorts. Glasses and a white coat must be a doctor.
The Medical Goblin looked him over and then glanced at his chart. "Take off the glasses, you don't need them. Scar tissue should be fading within the day or two, hell he'll probably grow over the night as well. Horcrux is removed, here is that" He said handing Harry the instrument that looked like a compass "Your problem now and the Brittle bone will take a little bit of time, here they'll get you well again." The Goblin handed him a pouch of potions about twenty in all, each a blue bottle "Take one every night before bed, Goblins orders."
Harry nodded and placed the pouch onto his belt.
"Now the Venom was already negated by what looks like Phoenix tears, so it will be in your system for life. Now it's not a bad thing, being adjusted to Basilisk Venom means you're likely now resistant to Snake bites of all kind." The Goblin explained looking over a sheet of paper "The Psychological Damage you'll need to see either a Squib or Muggle-Born Therapist, the Oblivation will have to be handled by the Ministry. Well that looks like it's it, now get out"
Harry chuckled as he started to walk to Shark's office once more, Harry did remove his glasses and found slowly his vision shifted to see without them. He hated the things anyway. Sharknail was there waiting for him "You look much better Mr. Potter" He commented pulling out the envelop "The Potter Will." Shark said bringing back from space.
It was a single letter and looked like it was dropped via Owl, Shark opened it and pulled out three sheets of Paper "This is the last will and testament of Lily and James Potter, we have been tested and we are who we say we are. If someone is reading this then that means our plan to switch out Sirius Black for Peter Pettigrew was a failure and Peter has fallen or gave up willing, I hope it is the first. Should the later be true however, I would like to tell Mr. Pettigrew that I never cared for him anyway. How did you not figure this he was a Rat after all, Wasn't really my idea, I was bent on Remus but Sirius thought he was the spy...In hindsight that was a poor call...
I Lily Emma Evans Potter, give God-Mothership to one Marlene Mckinnon of my son Harry James Potter in the event of Sirius and Our deaths. In no order, NONE, shall my son be sent to live with his Aunt, I don't care if the sky is raining fire and her house has the only hose. Well said there dear, I James Adam Potter, give God-Fathership to one Sirius Black of my son Harry James Potter and he is the first guardian should we pass on. I'll miss you Pad-Foot, take care of Progslet for me will you, For Us, For us sorry.
To Remus John Lupin, we give you 100 thousand Galleons, a Hunting Cabin in northern Scotland and James' Snitch. When you see the moon, howl at it for us as well. Moony…Buy yourself some new robes and get a girl, or I'll haunt you, I'm Sirius, okay I'm James but still. Ignore the Prat.
To Andromeda Cassie Tonks, we leave 100 thousand Galleons, the little cottage in Utah. You and Ted should get out of England and explore the states a little, I'll miss you Andie, tell Nymie we'll miss her too. That kid you have, Nymie…she'll be a true Marauder one day…I'll put money on it. Take care of yourself Andie.
To Sirius Orion Black, we leave you with James' Sliver Bullet and his comic collection. Lily leaves you the bag of prank items she took from you in seventh year, It's in the Muggle Vault. Now if I find out you let my Son play that blasted Quidditch game before he is thirteen I will come back from the grave and murder you. Er, Well. As much as I love Quidditch I think I love my wife more, so just listen to her…eh Pads? I switch my bet by the way, He'll be a Seeker. Do try to take care of yourself Paddy.
Marlene Mckinnon, my best friend, Only Friend, Ignore the Prat. Now you've been my best friend since about second year, well there was 'Him' but I'd rather not discuss it. Anyway, I love you like a sister and would like to leave you with my diary, a few things in the last page of the book are yours. I didn't want the world to know what I left you. Love you always Lily. Don't I get to say anything? No.
To Minerva McGonagall, I know you never played favorites and were a tough professor, but I would be honored that if my Wand was recovered that it be sent to you. You taught me all about my skill and favorite art, let me play on the Quidditch team when I was arrogant and showed me the way to Head Boy. I'll never be able to thank you enough, James.
I, James Adam Potter, Would like to say my deepest apologies to Severus Snape. I made you a target for far to long Severus, I should have grown up by fifth year but I continued to torment you until Seventh Year and at that point we already were at odds. I would never admit this out loud but I was always jealous of you for having such a close friendship with Lily and for being better than me in Defense and Potions. When the incident in fifth year happened, I felt both sadness and joy. Sadness because I knew that I pushed you too far and in result made you lose your closet friend, Joy because I knew that Lily would be more accepting of me without you. Again I'm sorry Severus. I have no comment.
Based on the fact we have limited friends and even smaller amount of Family, We shall leave donations to certain organizations and families all anonymous of course. Which would be on the scrap of paper above.
So last is well…You Harry…We left you letters…We didn't think this would happen, we wanted to be with you every step to watch you fall and dust yourself off with that Potter grin and Evan eyes. We leave you with everything else that we own, you can get rid of it all or give it away to those you think deserve something.
Sign- Lily Emma Evans Potter, James Adam Potter." Shark said slowly and then massaged his throat.
"I need a copy of this sent to the Ministry of Magic, to Head Auora Bones to be exact. I've heard she's brilliant." Harry said quickly, he had the chance to free his God-Father and he was taking it.
Shark nodded "It shall be done, Here read the letters while I go and handle that and the affairs." He said slipping him the two notes and left the room.
Harry slowly with a steady hand took the one with the fine writing his father.
Dear, Harry or Progslet or Marauder Next-Generation Number 1.
Lily insisted I write you a letter, the problem is I have no idea what I'm to write. If you're reading this then it's likely you're around either eleven or twelve. I hope Sirius had taught you all the skills you have, I was so proud to find out you were a Shadow and Lily even more so when she saw you playing with the candles flame with no burns. I know you'll be down to two houses…because it was the same for me and your mum…Slytherin or Gryffindor…my dad told me he faced the similar choice and then he married a Slytherin. If I have one piece of advice for you son…it's that you should always follow your gut, if that gut tells you to spit death in the face then you do it. Walk in this world with no fear, hold your head to the level you have and nothing more. I love you with every being in my body, I pray to Merlin, the founders and fate that your Mother isn't dead and that you two are both okay but the chances of that are slim…Son I love you and I'm proud, I would be proud if you turned out worse than Voldemort…because you're my son. So I'll leave you with this son, if you got to sin at least do it with a grin.
Always: James Adam Potter- Prongs.
Harry was holding back tears in his eyes, his father had just told him exactly what he had been wanting to hear for years. Now he finally had it, it was like a weight being removed from his shoulders he was going to do his Father proud. Time to become the Marauder he was meant to be.
He swiped at his eyes to remove the stray leaks and shakily opened his mother's letter.
Dear Harry,
This is the fifth time I've written this because I always end up running the ink with tears, I just can't stand the thought of not watching you grow up, and to not see you play Quidditch (Thirteen) or prank your prat of a father. You'll end up hearing awful things about me, that I was a terrible Mud-Blood who stole a proper Pure-Blood. It was the other way around, I should add. Harry I love you and I want you to find love, even if it's only for a second because it's better to have and lost than to not had at all. Fight for those you want to protect, love your friends for they could be more than Family and Never, Never bow your head to a Dark Lord or Pure-Blood. It's not because you're better than them by blood, it's because you're a better person than they are, and I know you'll be. I am always looking out for you, Even if I have to fight tooth and nail to watch over you I will. Because I love you Harry, you are the greatest thing in my life and the best sense of joy and pride I have ever had. I'm still having trouble picturing you grow up without me and your dad, it just seems like it should never happen, that you'll never read this because we're there to tell you ourselves….I'm sorry…I'm rabbling at this point... Anyway, I'll leave you on this note. Not all Slytherin's are evil and not all Gryffindor's are saints.
Love, Mum.'
Harry was openly sobbing at this point, he wasn't making a sound but the tears and choking jester he was making was clear he was upset. If these were tears of happiness or of failure he didn't know. He held onto the one connection to his parents, the one thing he could trace back to them, this was them. For the longest time he didn't know what Love was, it was a strange feeling for him but slowly thanks to the Wizard World. Hermione, the Weasleys and his other friends started to warm him and now at this moment he knew what it felt like to be loved.
Sharknail entered the office once more, this time he was carrying a wooden box, ebony like everything else. "This is your ring." He said softly when Harry had stopped crying, he opened the box to show a simple, silver band with waves of bronze throughout it. The setting was a blue phoenix with four emeralds like a compass. "Place it on your right middle finger. You need to know that by becoming Lord of the House you will take on the responsibilities of your House. Debts, Marriage Contracts, Financial Issues and Ministry Duties."
Harry nodded slowly, he was ready for this being he never had been a child, no sense in acting like one now. So he slowly took the ring, then slid it on. He felt a cool presence spread through his finger and up to his mind. 'Wonderful, an heir I can work with. Welcome to the Potter Family, Lord Harry James Potter.' A voice whispered in his mind as the ring tightened around his finger and glowed a light white color. 'I am always available to my Heir. Call me Mother of Friend, When you're older I might share more with you.' The voice left softly, leaving a light cool feeling around his ears.
Sharknail bowed his head "Lord Potter, may I make a suggestion?" He asked after the bow.
Harry nodded "Of course." He said with a smile, Sharknail had done more for him than his relatives had in thirteen years.
"Visit your vaults, get a bottomless money bag and get a new wardrobe." He advised calmly, hands behind his back. "Then Fill out an Emancipation form, move into one of your many houses and start to train or buckle down."
Harry chuckled weakly "Sounds like a plan, Thank you for your time." He said extending his hand for the Goblin to shake.
Sharknail looked at the hand for a moment then grinned "Thank you, Lord Potter if you ever need me, I shall be available." He shook Harry's hand and moved to his desk, pressing a single rune and a familiar Goblin entered the room a few seconds later.
"Griphook?" Harry asked as he looked at the Goblin.
Griphook looked up at Harry and grinned in that feral manner "I'm surprised you remember me, Lord Potter."
"I try not to forget a face." He admitted with a grin.
Griphook nodded "Where shall I be taking you today, Lord Potter?" He asked with a raised brow.
Harry thought for a moment, figuring he had nothing better to do at the moment "Numbers 117, 99, 009 and 819. If you would Griphook, an extendable cash bag and a muggle card, you know what those are right?" He asked sheepishly.
Griphook nodded once "Yes we do, few Wizards use them but we have them available." He said turning to leave Sharknails office. "For the fee of 20 Galleons for the Bag and 15 Galleons for the card, every 6 months." He explained.
Harry gave a short bow to Sharknail and followed Griphook "Shouldn't be a problem." He said calmly.
"So which vault first, Lord Potter." Griphook asked with a feral grin on his face.
"Daphne!" Heather Greengrass yelled from her bedroom "Come here a moment Dear." Daphne got out of her chair and headed for her mother.
The House was fairly bright, a few small spots of shadows and darkness hit here and there. Her Mother had her own private bedroom and so did her Father, Jason Greengrass. They had been wed through a Marriage contract, though they cared about the other, it wasn't really love, more like need. Heather was like a larger copy of Astoria, brown hair, steel colored eyes and a slim frame but very curvy. "So, Dear. What's his name?" She asked with a knowing grin.
Daphne rose a brow quickly "I'm sorry?" She snapped lightly.
"Please, I don't need your special eyes to see you've got a boy in mind." Heather said with a teasing voice "So, what's his name? Is he in your year? The Yull ball will be going on this year, maybe he'll ask you."
"Mother!" Daphne said with a small blush on her face, which quickly vanished "We are merely Corespondents, he lacks information in this world and wanted my help."
Heather rose a brow, her face grew cold and her posture became stiff "A Muggleborn? Daphne..." She spoke in a voice dripping in ice.
Daphne growled "You think so little of me." She hissed "He's a Half-Blood raised by Muggles, who just so happens to come from an important Pure-House."
Comprehension dawned on Heather's face, her eyes started to sparkle and she giggled lightly "Well...I say this Half-Blood has his work cut out for him, then again." Again she had a knowing grin "I'm sure he's built for amazing things."
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A/n: Hello Hello, So I thank you all for the reviews and I hope this chapter was illuminating. Now Harry's abilities will not instantly work for him and he can't use them all at the same time. So my thoughts was that Harry is resourceful, with a lot of things and he is always lucky, so I figured he was the type to gain more than one thing from his Family, the Potters ability took me forever to think of and I thought I could have a lot of fun with it being that James was very rarely caught when pranking even before the cloak. Being that Daphne never made a large role in the books, she struck me as a background thinker who observed, so she knew much more than the normal person would. If anyone has any ideas for the situations they will find themselves in then I am all ears. So I'd like to hear your thoughts Love, Hate or just plain information- Sign with regards 'The Demon'