A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I've been very busy with school and I have limited access to a computer
Please review, it helps me improve the story when I know if I should change something so don't believe that the released product is the final result
I know it's Morgan Le Fay but it just doesn't sound right without that extra syllable which would make it Morgana.
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'Thought'
flashback or quotes
"flashback spoken dialogue"
'flashback thought'
Inheritance?
"Mr. Potter, when you 'left' my office today, I did not expect to see you any time soon," Ragnok spoke in a friendly tone. 'Should I tell him what I've been setting up to do? Couldn't hurt the child anymore than he already seems to be right? It's not like it should or even would hurt him in any way.'
"L-Lord Ragnok, I'm sorry for the mess and damage I've c-caused when I er, 'left', earlier!" Harry stammered out. Though he still felt as powerful as ever, it had quite literally been beat into him that he should apologize for any issue no matter how slight and it compelled him to follow through despite being sure that the Dursleys would no longer harm him. For some reason, Ragnok nor any other goblin felt the need to clear or even clean up the damage Harry had caused with his mini-storm of magic. Breathing quickly to calm down, Harry, through his memory, tried to recall where all the objects were in their original placement and began focusing his energy to move groups of them back to where he believed them to be. It was during this that he seemed to glow green but when looking at the boy directly, it was as though it was a trick of the lights in the room.
Ragnok knew the boy was powerful, but to already have this level of control over wandless magic was unprecedented. To all magical races, the Grand Sorcerer Merlin was known to have the greatest magical power other than the Dark Sorceress Morgana Le Fay but that grew over time through unrelenting practice day in day out. The goblin felt that Harry Potter would reach a similar level of power or more, long before his majority.
When Ragnok's office was pretty much cleaned up, Harry calmed down, sat in the opposite chair, and waited for the goblin to speak. Though he had regained his composure from the great surprise of his client's skillful display of windless magic, the goblin Ragnok still nearly stumbled over his words when he began to speak even after nearly a minute of complete silence. "Well then, Mr. Potter, if we are to do any business, you will have to prove your identity, Gringotts policy. Are you prepared to do this?"
'I have to do this...' Harry contemplated. He knew he had to, to move on to a new chapter in his life in a sense, or else, as he figured, he'd be trapped with the Dursleys for an undetermined amount of time as well as probably losing the opportunity altogether.
Taking short and fast breaths, Harry held the dagger over his palm, closed his eyes, and quickly ran the sharp blade across, the stinging pain radiated from his open wound but only for a second as it closed in a near instant. The dagger had managed to gather more blood than Harry had intended to give it but it didn't matter as it absorbed it all in. It then began to glow green in confirmation but then, to both Ragnok's and Harry's shock, it slowly became a white light that turned into a soft, golden yellow light which, almost as though it were a campfire, basked the room in a warm heat.
When it disappeared, Harry was in a stunned silence as was Ragnok, but the goblin, instead of simply remaining still, burst into action and grabbed the dagger from Harry and stabbed it into an inconspicuous piece of parchment. The blood which had been absorbed by the dagger began leaking out and was then absorbed into the parchment. Words began to appear and though Harry wasn't able to read it from his position, Ragnok of course was able, and remained quiet which worried Harry, thinking maybe he did something wrong and it showed in his expression. He was about to apologize and leave but Ragnok held his hand up to stop him.
"This is an anomaly, Mr. Potter. Through their actions in the first war against the dark lord Voldemort, the Potter family became renowned and before their passing had begun their venture into business, though nothing major, it will allow you to live in comfort. That being said, this blood test really does show that you are who you say you are. However, there's an additional line which shows something ancient, something even I don't know, and I doubt even the current bank head would be able. And you shall learn about the reason why during your time at Hogwarts. We will work on translating this anomaly but in the meantime, I shall tell you of your assets," Ragnok said, pausing to breathe before continuing.
"Your house in Godric's Hollow has been destroyed but you do have a small apartment flat in the Alley previously owned by one Angela Potter about a century and a half ago and has been kept in use as storage since her passing. You have a trust vault and your family's main vault, the latter of which cannot be accessed until you become seventeen, while you are still able to withdraw money from your trust vault which is connected to your family vault."
Harry tried to follow along to the best of his abilities and his newfound power was helping him understand, though why, he was not sure. He felt as though it were translating what he was saying in terms he could understand and continued to listen to Ragnok.
"Now, for you to understand how this works, the Wizarding World uses three types of coins for its currency. The bronze knut, the silver sickle, and the gold galleon. There are 29 knuts in one sickle, 17 sickles for one galleon. In terms of Muggle (non-magical) money, a knut is worth 5 pence, the sickle is worth 1.5 pounds, and a galleon is worth twenty-five pounds," Ragnok explained. "In your trust vault, you have a thousand galleons to use however you wish and is refilled from your family vault at the end of every school year though, as I've told you, it has been inactive for six years. What lies in your family vault is far more than what lies in your trust, though it does not make you very rich, it allows you to live in moderate comfort. It contains about sixty thousand galleons, thirty-two thousand eight hundred and fifty two sickles, and nine thousand and eighty knuts. In Muggle terms, that would be 1551232 pounds. Aside from this, there is also an assortment of books and artifacts. Do you understand all this, Mr. Potter?
Harry gave a half-nod but remained quiet, he felt slightly overwhelmed by the number and so simply waited for the goblin to continue.
"Is there anything else you wish to know or do, Mr. Potter?" Ragnok asked, he could see the stunned look on Harry's face as clear as day and so prompted Harry to speak before he would pass out from what the goblin assumed as overwhelming information for the young boy.
"Is there anything that is directly-" Harry racked his mind for the word he wished to say and after a frustrated minute of silence for both parties in the bank office, he found it. "Related to me apart from my vaults or houses?" Harry didn't know much, but often times when Uncle Vernon was at work, either Petunia or Dudley would be watching or reading stories about the Middle Ages and he overheard a lot from their comments even though it mostly consisted of them mocking the characters for their lifestyle and various other things.
Ragnok looked through his list of files and pulled out a small folder which had the word 'Files & Contracts' stamped in read on the cover. "Let's see here..." The goblin spoke, flipping through as he did so. "Most of these pertain to the Potter family's investments but there is one marriage contract that has been cancelled. It was discovered by your father James the last time he came to file in some investments. If it was pushed to pass, you would have been married to one Daphne Greengrass. Your father, upon discovering this, contacted the still living Lord Corvus Greengrass. It was originally signed about 700 years ago by former minor house head Athelard Greengrass and your ancestor Edmund Potter as an agreement of peace to end the just as minor conflict the two families had over a pig. They weren't too binding with the contract and therefore, though the conditions were only met when you and Ms. Greengrass were born, it was easily annulled."
Harry sighed a half-understanding breath of relief. So his future would not be signed away to some girl he may end up hating. "Is there anything else I may do for you Mr. Potter?"
"Please c-call me H-Harry... Harry, just Harry." Harry replied in a murmur just loud enough for Ragnok to hear.
"Very well, H-Harry Harry just Harry, what other services may the goblins of Gringotts provide to you?" Ragnok wore a small smile, twitching in the goblin's attempt to not laugh. Though the humour was apparent in Ragnok's eyes.
Harry giggled a little at the joke which calmed his nerves and said in a more confident voice, though stuttering at the start, "C-could I withdraw two hundred galleons please?"
"No need to worry Harry, though the other goblins may look at humans with nothing more than disdain, the Potter family are one of few such peoples who have received our gratitude. From me more so than others as, during the last Goblin Rebellions, my ancestor Ragnok of the Twin Irons and his family were saved by the Potters from annihilation. Even though the relations between the goblin and human races had fallen at the time, it seemed that the Potters looked at everything differently and tried to stay uninvolved as much as they could, acting only when it was to save the lives of innocents on either side. Though it would be wise to remain as polite as you have tried to be, you need not fear us, we are not the blood-thirsty 'creatures' that the ministry, or rather certain individuals in the ministry portray us as, though, I suppose you wouldn't know of that, yes?" Ragnok told Harry in response to the fear he could sense in the boy.
"No sir, today is the first time I've actually been to a magical... establishment," Harry spoke, thankful that no stutter managed to invade his speech. "But I have met some other witches and wizards on the street. It seemed very obvious but I've always been told that magic wasn't real and those people were simply hooligans trying to steal money from me and my family."
Ragnok noticed the disdain with which Harry spoke the word 'family' but it wasn't his business to interfere in family matters unless requested. "If that is all, then Harry, I bid you farewell, and I recommend your first purchase to be a trunk..."
Harry didn't head to the small flat in Diagon Alley, he simply felt that he wasn't able to live on his own yet at his current stage of life though he sincerely wished he could. When he did return, the Dursleys had yet to return from wherever they had been scared off to. He had bought a trunk that had been charmed to be permanently feather-light and resizable for travel purposes as Lord Ragnok had recommended. Harry had ended up buying, from Flourish and Blotts, what he'd been told was the current first two years of Hogwarts and the basics in the electives along with several different history books and other books on the current workings of the British magical community.
He noticed there were many groups of books about him and though there were only one or two about the Fall of Voldemort and various theories of how he, Harry, survived the unsurvivable killing curse, the rest were all about his supposed great adventures against goblin armies, hordes of orcs, thunders of dragons which he felt was just ridiculous and though he didn't do it, he truly wished to burn them all. His parents were the ones who sacrificed their lives to save him and protect the community from Voldemort and everyone seemed to focus on only him. He was only a child for crying out loud! Luckily, Ragnok had helped Harry disguise himself with a very simple Muggle cap and glasses to avoid the swarms of unknowing witches and wizards.
Harry went to Dudley's second room and began making room for himself after he'd grabbed his few clothes from his cupboard and waited for his abusive family to return. All the events of the day, the adrenaline that had been rushing through him finally drained him, allowing Harry to finally feel his exhaustion. He lied upon his cousin's small bed and thought back to what Ragnok had said about his family line. There was an anomaly? It was ancient, so was it a code of sorts? Or was it some type of magic that no one knew about? Harry, feeling too tired to think too much, waited, though his efforts were for naught as he soon fell asleep.
The only dream Harry remembered vividly that night were filled with creatures that had massive eyes, sharp ears, and small bodies. They were all telling him something but for some reason he couldn't hear them, could not understand. Behind the massive group of all these tiny creatures though was a very dark presence, a woman with purplish skin and dark violet hair. He couldn't see her eyes but he saw an evil smirk on her full purple lips. 'Who is this? Where is this? What are these... creatures?'
A/N: Yea, seriously though, I wasn't sure how to write this chapter, I don't really plan it out but I'll try to keep updating even if updates are few and far in-between. Probably incorrectly worded idiom or w/e. Also the money conversions I don't really care about. I found it from another fanfic but I can't remember what it was called, though I'm sure I could find it after going through tens upon tens of other fanfics…
Also, just a Harry Potter fan fiction... opinion: I'm not necessarily against the idea but I really don't like how so many Harry Potter pics always have it so that Harry and/or the Potter family is so ridiculously extremely wealthy, with many houses, manors, or castles throughout Britain and the rest of the world and it just feels so over the top. Even if the story is good, it just bugs me so much. I know it's fanfic and it should be different from canon in some ways but so few fics, not that I've seen any, follow canon in terms of how the actual Potter family is, or at least what the wiki which updates according to Pottermore apparently, is. As in how the Potter family, until the 20th century, was rarely if ever at the forefront of magical society.
Edit: I've had a lot of time to think about this along with the reviews I've gotten for this chapter and I realize now that I did indeed make Harry somewhat poor, I apologize, however, I did explain why they were not as rich as a lot of people tend to expect from fanfictions so please re-read the chapter if you're confused as to why I made it this way. I will change the number but it won't be nearly as significant as one will expect because it'll actually fit the number that others have found even though the numbers are slightly different.
Thanks for reading, and please leave a review, it helps me to understand what I should improve or change.
