Harry smiled as he looked around his room ay 4 Privet Drive, he would soon be leaving this vile place forever. He smirked down at the pile of gifts from his so called 'friends'. Harry could literally feel the compulsions of the food and letters. He let out a laugh, the best part is he wouldn't even have to send thank you letters (courtesy of the old man's orders) so those imbeciles wouldn't even know that he wasn't hyped up on compulsion charms any more.
It was just two more minutes until the port key left, and Harry was all packed. Harry thanked whoever who was out there that he had bought a new trunk when he was in Diagon before third year. Said trunk was a multi-compartment with an automatic shrinking function, so he easily was able to pack all of things he wanted to keep (throwing out anything given by the betrayers). Harry laughed when he thought of what the looks on their faces would be when they found our he was gone. Speaking of which Harry wouldn't put it past the old fool (Dumbledore) to put tracking spells on him, 'best ask the Goblins if they can deal with that.' Speaking if spells that Dumbledore put l on him Harry distinctly remembered having a photographic memory, perhaps the destruction of that was Dumbledore's fault as well. Well he'd get the goblins to look into it, they had their own special form of magic that he was sure they'd be able to fix whatever that was wrong.
Harry quickly shrunk his trunk, and grabbed onto the portkey. He spun out of control, landed on his but, and cursed all magical transportation. He quickly stood up before anyone could recognize him, and hurried into Gringotts. Harry found a teller with no lines in front of him, and walked up to said goblin. Harry cleared his throat and waited for the goblin to acknowledge him. The goblin waited about two minutes before, finally, setting sped own his quill and looking down at Harry. "Yes?" Harry took a breath and looked at the goblin's name tag. "Hello," Harry grimaced and realized that there was no way he was going to be able to pronounce the goblin's name, and he wasn't going to make a fool out of himself by trying. "I have an appointment with Griphook to go over the contents of my godfather's will and to take an inheritance test." "Name?" "Harry Potter." The goblin glance at Harry's forehead, but quickly looked away. "Proof of identification?" "Er what?" The goblin gave Harry a look the clearly insinuates that he was an idiot. "Your vault key will suffice." "I am not in possession of my key and was never given my key. Multiple adults, who I suspect of thievery have always had my key and have never once allowed me to take possession of it." The goblin gave Harry a surprised look then quickly gave the goblin sitting at he head of the bank a look that could on,y be described as gear. "Griphook will discuss this with you and provide you with a new key, he will also make your old key unusable." Harry nodded his head everything making perfect sense, except for the look the goblins had given the other goblin, but he'd think about that more later. "Thank you." The goblin gave Harry a look that screamed surprise, and the then a smile that frankly would have scared the heck out of him two months ago (now all it did was amuse him). "Bloodfang will show you to Griphook's office." A smaller goblin that Harry hadn't notice walked up to, the quickly started walking down a hallway that Harry also hadn't notice.
Harry made no effort to converse with Bloodfang, and he in return also made no attempts at conversation. Harry studied the artwork lining the wall of the hallway. As far as he could tell they depicted the goblin wars, in excruciating detail. Harry couldn't help but to think that if Binn's was able to give lectures without sounding incredibly boring, that he wouldn't mind history at all. In fact judging by these paintings it would have been his favorite class. Soon the art work stopped and weapons started to line the walls. This intrigued Harry all the. Ore and he couldn't help but to admire the craftsmanship. Bloodfang made a sound of approval that had Harry casting him a curious look. "Potter's used to be exceptional warriors and carried n image ability to fight with a certain weapon by pure instinct alone. In recent times Potter's have buried their inner warrior and have so lots respect in my kinds eyes. However, it seems that another warrior has been born and this one has an eye for detail and fine work." With that the goblin clamped up and left Harry to stew in his new found knowledge.
Harry. Sat across form Griphook staring at the goblin in disbelief. "So you are telling e that not only was Dumbledore trying to steal the fortune I am about to inherit, but also has been stealing from my bank vaults for years. And no one had notice!" "Heir Potter Black Gringotts would like to express out sincerest apologies. We would also like to let you know that any goblins who had a hand not this will be prosecuted to the highest degree, all money taken will be returned plus interest whether in coins or property will be decided by the amount of money in the thieves bank accounts, also Gringotts will be adding one million galleon on top of the extra one thousand galleons the will be taken from the thieves." Harry took a deep breath. And tried to calm himself down, it wasn't working out to well for him. "What are the names of the vaults y gold was found in." Griphook smiled, see imp fly pleased that Harry had thought to ask such a question. "The vaults we're belong to a Molly Weasley, and Ronald Weasley, a Hermione Granger, a Ginerva Weasley, and a Albus Dumbledore. There is also a vault for the order of the phoenix." Harry forced down a snarl at the thought of his money going towards things and people he obviously didn't support. "Will you be able to get back all of my money?" Griphook gave Harry another one of those used to be terrifying smiles. "Yes, however, since Dumbledore is your magical guardian and he approves these transactions we will only be able to take your money back with a large amount of interest. This men's that we won't be able to take any legal action against any of them... So sadly no prison time." Harry let out a sigh, while prison time would appease him, extra money would have to be acceptable. "That is acceptable, please get started on reclaiming my money immediately." Griphook let looses another one of his would be terrifying smiles, which Harry easily returned.
"Well on to the inheritance test." Griphook took out a piece of parchment and placed in front of Harry. "The test itself is simple, all you have to do is take this," Griphook picked a plain looking knife and set it on top the the parchment, "and make a cut on the palm of your hand. Then you will have to let seven drops of blood drip on to the parchment. It's a fairly simple process." Harry nodded along and went to pick up the knife. "Remember seven drops, no more no less." Harry slowly cut open his hand and slightly tilted it downwards over the parchment. He watched as his blood fell from his hand and splashed on to the parchment, and moved it when he was done. If Harry wasn't to busy staring at his results he would have noticed his cut heal on it's own.
A/n: I know it's short, but I can't miss out on such a good cliff hanger opportunity!