To the dear Guest who gave me your request for more...
...Your wish is my command ;D
It had been easy to enter Diagon Alley, as was entering Gringotts.
Now they were waiting in one of the side-offices for a Heritage Trial for all three of them.
"I am Gragnok; I will be sorting out the ritual," the Goblin is polite, yet firm as they lay the sheets of parchment before the four; Remus also performing one to show how safe it is.
"Please use the blade to drop seven drops of blood onto the parchment."
Remus takes the blade, before carefully cutting his finger, moving his hand so the blood drips onto the page as the blood magically disappears from the blade's surface.
Petunia takes the knife next, then Harry, and finally Dudley, words scrawling out on the surface.
Harry's parchment grows as the end drops into her lap, Remus' only lengthening slightly as the pages are inspected.
Remus frowns, before raising a brow.
"I forgot the Werewolf Pack Heir one existed... Harry, can I see yours?"
Harry nods, as Remus stands, moving round to look, before smiling.
"Your Aunt's are due to being the first born of her and Lily; apparently you do have a Pureblood Squib parent, making Dudley a heir to the families you are descended from..." Remus states, the Goblin nodding in agreement.
"Those vaults are currently unused and unclaimed; we can fetch the keys once you are done with Miss Potter's list," they add.
"Meanwhile, most of Harry's are from James' side; obviously the Potters, the Blacks, thanks to Sirius as your Godfather... Peverell, too..." Remus pauses, "...You even have special privileges for being from Gryffindor; you can control the house at Hogwarts, including the teachers in charge of the school, and the old name is one of the Most Noble and Ancient Houses, like Black... Even without the Girl-Who-Lived status, you are very famous..." Remus remembers a question, raising his head.
"Has Albus Dumbledore done anything to any of these?"
"He has taken money and belongings from the Potter Vault, as Magical Guardian, until Miss Potter states otherwise, he has all access to any of her vaults," the Goblin nods.
"We'll have to deal with that, if possible. I also want to arrange one of your Core Tests, if possible."
"The request is noted."
Remus nods, as Harry smiles.
"Thank you, Mister Gragnok! May your gold and enemy's blood forever run freely!" she smiles, Petunia secretly smiling at the look of surprise and pleasure the Goblin gains.
"Of course, likewise..."
Three hours and a Will later, Harry and Petunia now wore a chain on which their rightful inheritance rings hung, as well as the name for another magical relation somewhere out there;
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
They went to the nearby ice cream parlour, where Harry found out she quite enjoyed the custard and green tea flavours - especially when it made Dudley rinkle his nose in disgust while he ate chocolate and vanilla.
"Wha~t?" Harry sang, spoon still in her mouth as she gave an innocent tilt of her head.
"How can you eat that?"
"It's yummy!"
"Eww..."
Petunia chuckled, as Remus smiled.
"So, what's our next lan of action? We can push for a trial for your Godfather, if you wish? All they did was say "we hve Pettigrew's fingr, not like he could have jut sliced it off in the chaos", whilst assuming he was the secret eeper without checking hi arm."
"Why his arm?" Petunia asked.
"All of You-Know-Who's followers obtain a link to him through something called the Dark Mark, which is always on the forearm. They didn't even check Siriu when thy threw him in Azkaban."
"Askaban? Sounds like the Latin Auschwitz," Petunia frowns.
Remus hesitates, before nodding.
"It's guarded by these creatures called Dementors, which fed off one's happy memories, leaving only their pain and torment behind. Since they are free of judgement, the inmates can't bribe them, but anyone who enters has a high hance of going mad with sorrow."
Harry frowns.
"Then we're getting God-dad out of there... Auntie, would we be able to have him live with us, after?"
"He's the Lord of the Black Family, like Grog told us. Lordships don't go to convicts, as they usually have several new lodgings and powers, such as seats in the Wizengamot - our Parliament - and the ability to hold sway over the members of the family." Remus stated.
Petunia nodded, before smiling.
"We'll see, first of all, we'll need that trial set up, all the evidence we can get, then there's his reaction to me."
"I'll talk to him; he'll be sent to St Mungo's for a psychological check up, then things will be up to all of us..."