A/N: And so it's time: Harry is finally returning to Britain. Let's see what happens.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Godzilla. I only own my original ideas.
Chapter 11: Return to the Magical World
It was finally time to begin this new journey. It was now July 31st, 1991. Asulmagus headed out from his lair, and prepared for his sendoff. As the Flamels had told him, a few day ago he'd gotten a letter delivered by an owl. The bird didn't seem fazed by his status, delivering its letter and flying off. He'd made sure his human clothes were properly packed, and had the list of equipment he'd need. He had questioned the Flamels during one of his regular visits why he needed to attend this 'Hogwarts' in particular, when they had told him of several other, equal or better schools closer by. They'd explained that his name had been down for Hogwarts since he was born, and that the process of transferring both took several months worth of paperwork and also a decent reason. Unfortunately, 'living halfway around the world from the school' wasn't a good enough reason. He headed to the center of the island, where the island's most frequent residents were gathered.
"So, the time has come for you to leave for now," said Mothra.
"It seems that way," said Asulmagus, "I'd love to not have to but…"
"We understand," said Rodan, "every hatching must leave the nest at some point. It's time for you to spread your wings, and find your path".
"Of course, this isn't goodbye forever," said Godzilla, "you're always welcome back here".
"Make sure to bring back some interesting new tales," said Anguirus, "I want to hear all about the new tricks you'll learn".
"Thank you," said Asulmagus, "and goodbye for now".
He then spread his wings and took to the skies, and has he flew off, the heard his friends roaring to send him off. Asulmagus gained altitude quickly, and started flying westward. Several hours later, the shores of England came into sight, and he landed on an island which was home to a rundown shack. The wind generated back his landing caused the roof of the shack to fall in. Luckily, the conditions inside showed that the place had been abandoned for years. He activated the Limiter, and assumed his human form. He headed down to the shore, and hopped into the rowboat sitting there.
He hopped it, and rowed to the mainland. Harry then wandered into town, heading for Charring Cross Road. He arrived in front of his destination: a dingy pub known as the Leaky Cauldron. He went inside, and thus crossed the threshold of the magical world. Inside the tavern, Harry approached the barkeep.
"Pardon me," said Harry, "I need to get into the shopping district".
"Of course," said the barkeep, "I'm Tom, by the way".
"I'm Harry," he said, nearly slipping and giving his other name.
Tom led him to an unassuming alleyway behind the bar, which looked like nothing of interest. Harry knew better, he could sense the magic seeping out from between the bricks. Tom pulled out his wand, and tapped specific bricks in a sequence. Harry watched as the 'wall' turned into an archway, revealing the area beyond.
"There you are," said Tom, "have a nice day".
Tom wandered off, leaving Harry to his business. He was slightly surprised Tom didn't question him, but wasn't bothered. Harry headed down the street, noting how this place seemed at minimum a century out of date. The Flamels had taken him to a wizarding district in Tokyo during one of his visits, and the difference was staggering: in Japan, the wizarding population was far more integrated, and knew how to blend mundane science with their spellwork.
Harry continued along, coming to Gringotts Bank. During his lessons, he'd learned that his human family was apparently quite wealthy. He entered the bank, and approached the teller, not knowing that he was already expected.
"Pardon me," said Harry to the goblin, "I need to speak with someone about accessing my vault".
"Your key?" asked the Goblin.
"Unfortunately I am not in possession of it," said Harry, "I am, however willing to take a blood test to confirm my vault access".
"As you wish," said the goblin, raising its brow slightly, "Follow me".
The goblin left his desk, and led Harry down the hall to a room labeled 'Master Brokehammer, Inheritance and Testing'. They went inside, up to the Goblin sitting behind the desk. Harry's guide whispered something to the other goblin, obviously Brokehammer. This goblin nodded, and gestured for Harry to sit down.
"Inheritance tests cost 5 Galleons," said Brokehammer, "if you are confirmed to belong to a particular family, the cost will automatically transferred from that vault. Otherwise, you'll be placed on a payment plan".
"I understand," said Harry, "I accept these terms, Master Brokehammer".
The goblin nodded, and pulled out a dagger and a flask, and handed them to Harry.
"Cut your left palm and allow seven drops of blood to fall into the flask," said Brokehammer.
Harry did just that, and watched as his blood dripped into flask. It wasn't red… no, it hadn't been for the past couple years. Rather, the liquid which dripped into the flask was florescent orange and even a bit luminous. Brokehammer looked at this oddly, but continued his job. He weaved subtle magic around the contents of the flask, and then poured it onto a piece of parchment he'd laid between them. As the blood hit the parchment, it soaked in, twisting into lines of text. Soon, both could see exactly what it said.
Name(s): Harry James Potter, Asulmagus
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Creature Status: Kaiju (Mutant Dragon)
Magical Core Status: Meta-stable
Nuclear Core Status: Stable
Heir to:
House Potter (Blood)
House Peverell (Blood and conquest)
House Gryffindor (Blood)
House Slytherin (Conquest)
Investment, Magical:
Flourish and Blotts Booksellers, 5%
Madam Malkin's Clothing: 10%
Gambol and Jukes Humor Products: 10%
Bolt Brooms: 50% (Majority Share)
Starlight Custom Wands, Orthogon Alley: 19%
Investments, Muggle:
Redacted: Currently Under review and processing by Potter accounts manager Griphook
Properties:
Potter Manor, location redacted for security reasons
Marauder's Den, London East End
Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow (Destroyed, AK/Protection charm interaction)
#4 Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey (Destroyed, Magical Core Outburst)
Lily's Rest, Isle of Man
James' Villa, Sicily
Cavern 19, Monster Island, Pacific Ocean (coordinates redacted)
The parchment continued along, listing his current bank account (He was absolutely loaded), current outstanding debts (None), Current payments (Several of interest, including an educational fund for poorer students and payments into the IKF).
'Well,' thought Harry, 'If I ever do end up going on a destructive rampage, I know I can pay for it'.
"Well, Mr. Potter," said Brokehammer, "You are quite the interesting being, aren't you? Don't worry, Gringotts values its customers… though be cautious who you allow to know: The British Ministry of Magic would likely take you into custody, label you a 'dark creature'. Confiscate your entire family fortune, and have you dissected".
"If they tired that, the Ministry would become a smoking crater," said Harry, "I am basically a walking nuclear apocalypse, after all".
"Indeed," said Brokehammer, "now then, I shall contact your account manager immediately, he will need to speak with you, and get you access to your Trust Vault. You do have other vaults, but until you're seventeen and officially become your head of house, you are not allowed full access".
"Thank you Brokehammer," said Harry.
A short time later, another goblin came in, and gestured for Harry to follow. He led Harry deeper into the building, and down to a minecart. They climbed in, and rode down into a network of caverns. Along the way, he heard voices hissing to each other.
"I smell a young one," said one voice, "a child of two worlds".
"His power… I've not felt such since I was naught but a hatching!" said another.
The cart rolled to a stop in front of a large door, and its passengers hopped out. Griphook turned to Harry, and looked at him sternly.
"Mr. Potter," said Griphook, "two years ago today your vaults were locked down to any withdrawals not authorized by the Potter Family. Your arrival here today has removed that lockdown. As a security measure, we are required to issue you a new vault key. Any and all previous keys are now unusable, meaning only the possessor of this new key may access your vaults. Here is your new key. Do not allow another to have it unless they have your absolute faith. As well, you will be able to retrieve you heir ring today".
Griphook handed over the key, which Harry accepted.
"Thank you Griphook," said Harry.
"Now then, I am assuming you would like to make a withdrawal?" asked Griphook.
"Yes, I would," said Harry.
Griphook nodded and took back the key, using it to open the vault. Inside, there were massive piles of gold, silver and copper coins. Harry knew how much he'd need for books, and understood how it would refill every year at the end of July. That said, he also took a bit extra out for personal use, as well as his ring. Griphook closed the vault afterwards and gave him back his key. They then rode back to the surface, while the voices Harry had heard got him thinking.
"Griphook? What kind of creatures do you have down here?" asked Harry.
"What makes you ask, Mr. Potter?" replied Griphook.
"I heard some voices hissing to each other," said Harry.
"Hmm… it could be due to your unusual status," said Griphook, "It might have been the dragons we employ as guards. I believe you should be able to meet one in a few years, most major families employ one, and the Potters are no exception".
Harry filed this information away for later, and eventually the cart arrived back at the boarding area. Harry and Griphook climbed out, and headed back to the main hall.
"This is where I leave you, Mr. Potter," said Griphook, "have a nice day".
"Thank you Griphook, and may your enemies fear your wrath," said Harry, remembering his lessons on courtesy towards goblins.
Griphook was surprised that his young client knew how to properly speak to his people. He watched his client leave the bank, heading for whatever lay ahead.
A/N: And there we are! Next time: A Day On the Town. See you then!