A/N Ok one or two people pointed out to me that I spelt Gringotts wrong so I corrected that in this chapter. Not much happens in this one but the bits in it will play a big part in the future chapters. Hope you enjoy, please review! Xxx
Disclaimer~ I am not JK Rowling, nor have I ever met JK Rowling and probably never will. Her brain, my imagination.
'Mr Potter? Mr Potter!' Harry's head swam. He opened his eyes but quickly shut them again, blinded by the bright light he slowly looked at Griphook and Sirius and remembered he was in the conference hall of Gringotts having just spoken to Salazar Slytherin. He noticed his wand was back in his pocket and slowly sat up.
Where did he start? Even though that conversation cleared so many things up he was still confused and had so many questions.
'Sirius, how come you were put in Azkaban without a trial?' Harry asked standing up and looking at Sirius he had a feeling that this also had something to do with Dumbledore but he had to be sure.
'Dumbledore put the Fidelius Charm on your parent's house making me the secret keeper. I stayed their Secret keeper until about two days before Halloween. I foolishly went to Dumbledore and asked if I could switch with Peter, this meaning even if I was captured and tortured I couldn't give them away. So we switched. Pettigrew then ran off to Voldemort and led him straight there. I arrived at the house on Halloween to find it destroyed. I immediately ran after Pettigrew and found him in a street. He shouted that I killed James and Lily and then exploded the street, killing eleven muggles at the same time. He then cut off his finger and transformed into his animagas form and ran into the sewers. Out of grief and despair as I was being dragged off all I could say was 'I killed James and Lily' knowing that essentially it was my fault because I asked to switch secret keepers.'
Harry thought about this new piece of information and wondered how he was ever going to remember all of this. He suddenly heard a voice in his head say 'that activated your knew skills and knowledge, use them well young one' and with that all his memories came flooding back to him. The first time he was beaten, his first accidental magic, his first day a Hogwarts, everything he'd learnt at Hogwarts as well as enough information of Defence and Uses of the Dark Arts and Potions to earn a Mastery and more. He knew at once this was what Slytherin was talking about and the new organized layout of his mind must be Occlumency.
He took a moment to relay all the new and old information and his new way of thinking. As everything finally came back into focus he realized he had only two more questions to ask.
'Griphook, won't you tell the Ministry that Sirius was here?' Harry asked, suddenly very worried as he realised that to the rest of the world Sirius was still a wanted criminal.
'Of course not.' Replied Griphook 'We keep all our customers information and secrets private.' Harry sighed in relief. He asked his final question.
'Is that everything? This has been a long and emotional day and I personally could sleep for days now.'
'Unfortunately there are couple more things you need to take care of. First, in is advised you place someone in charge of the Potter affairs and accounts.' Griphook said with a sympathetic look.
'I would like you to be in charge of that Griphook. You were the first Goblin I met and I trust you.' Harry said.
'Thank you Lord Potter. It is an Honour. Secondly and finally there is something in the trunk that your mother left for you that you will want to look at.'
Harry looked at Sirius for reassurance. This was a small thing compared to the things going on in the world but Harry felt it was extremely important to him.
He walked forward to where Griphook had gone over to and stood in front of the trunk. Griphook asked him to place his thumb on the lock and it clicked, identifying its true owner. Griphook then opened the second compartment and pulled out a tray with four white rings on. The whole tray pulsed with magical energy and Harry reached out to touch it.
'Lord Potter allow me to explain what these are before you touch them. These are True Bond Rings. When activated they disappear to the True friends of that person, apart from one which will be yours. Once placed on your Right hand middle finger they with change to the colour and gem that truly reflect your personality. If I may, I suggest writing a note to the people who get one. Only you and those people will be able to see them unless you grant someone access.' Griphook explained whilst hand Harry some parchment and a Self-Inking Quill. Harry quickly scribbled down:
These rings mean you are a true friend to me. Place them on your right hand middle finger and they will change to reflect your personality.
HP
Harry placed them on top of the rings and gently pressed each one of them with the palm of his hand. Soon only one was left. Harry picked it up and felt a rush of energy surge through him. He placed it on his right middle finger and it flashed once and it had transformed into a golden ring with a gleaming Emerald outlined in black. Harry turned to Griphook and asked:
'What does this mean?'
Griphook replied 'The golden ring means you have a heart of gold. Your intentions are pure yet the black outline means you will only do what you know is right and will benefit as many as possible. The Emerald means you are a confident character but you trust your friends and those around you and are true with your emotions.'
Harry felt overwhelmed with his words and the meanings behind this. He thanked Griphook and watched silently as Sirius shrank his new trunk and then followed him out the bank.
'Sirius, where do I go now?' Harry asked, knowing that when he found who the other Heirs where they would need to train. He knew deep down that this war would be anything but easy and he wanted to be ready.
'How about you stay at Grimmauld Place tonight, my house and then you can possible move into Potter Manor afterwards.' Sirius said and appparated them away. Harry walked inside and looked around. The place was horrible. He now knew why it was called Grim Old Place! He suddenly had a brainwave.
'Dobby! Winky!' He called, hoping they could hear him.
'POP' 'POP' The two little house elves appeared in front of him. They looked up at him with wide eyes and Harry noticed happily that Winky didn't smell like alcohol any more.
'How are you two?' Harry asked politely.
'Oh Harry Potter is such a great wizard! No-one ever asks how Dobby is. Dobby is good because Harry Potter has called Dobby and now Dobby gets to see Harry Potter!' Dobby squeaked jumping up and down and rocking on the back of his heels at the same time.
'Calm down Dobby. Now, are you two both still free elves?' Harry asked.
'Yes Harry Potter sir, Winky is free.' 'Yes Harry Potter, Dobby is still a free elf.'
'I know Dobby you like being free but how would you two like to become my House Elves?' Harry asked and smiled as their little faces lit up as they registered what had just been said.
'Oh yes please Mr Harry Potter Sir! Winky would love to Harry Potter!' Winky squealed, the first to react. Harry smiled at her and then looked over at Dobby. Dobby seemed like he was having a heart attack.
'Dobby, Dobby! Breathe! Slowly, with me in and out. In and out.' Harry said whilst trying to calm the houses elf down.
'Oh yes Harry Potter! You have just made me the mostest happiest house elf ever!' Dobby said whilst tears leaked out from his tennis ball eyes.
'Ok then, how do I...claim..you?'
'You hold out your wand and say that you agree for us to be in your control.' Winky squeaked.
'I, Harry Potter hereby take House Elves Winky and Dobby under my claim as Lord Potter, Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble house of Black and the Heir of Slytherin. I hereby promise to treat them well and pay them one Galleon a week. In my name I make this claim!' Harry stated. He didn't know if it was correct but it sounded official and guessing by the flash of light that glowed around Dobby and Winky he guessed he'd done it right.
'Thank you so much Mr Harry Potter Sir, we won't let you down!' said Dobby and then they both popped away.
Harry trudged upstairs, mentally and physically exhausted from the day. He found the bedroom that he shared with Ron and sat on his bed.
Ron. His heart twinged as he thought of all they had done together. They had laughed, played and not done homework. It was all a lie. It was all for his money. He wrote a letter to Griphook asking him to stop the withdrawals and only just sent it of before he lay down and fell straight to sleep.
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