Meet Gordrath
JON BLACK: He's quite serious, an excellent warrior, adept at most weapons, is the best swordsman of the group, the tallest, quite good with a bow too.
He's been trained in complex Wizarding Politics by Arcturus Black, which is as good as it gets, trained to be the best Lord Black possible.
He has the most noble heart of the three and is the moral compass of the group.
It also gives him that reckless bravery the house of Lions is famous for.
The Banker's Hall, Gringotts
T-54 minutes to Polyjuice reversion
Gordrath had been given teller duty today. It was his good luck that the Human saviour was born today. There were much lesser humans to tolerate. Atleast until the Floo spat out Draco Malfoy, then followed by Lucius Malfoy.
"Aaaaaahhhhh..."
By spat out, it meant set hurtling outwards like a Goblin steel arrow, 15 feet out into the air, 6 feet high, with enough force that the Malfoy heir would've CRUSHED his head (a happy day indeed) had he not landed on his hands and then CARTWHEELED to a stand.
There was a heavy pause when every creature, human, goblin or even the kneazle following a family, stared at him in shock and awe.
On landing, he spread out his arms like an artist, let out a whoop of joy, bowed to his audience and then, remembering where he was, and who he was, he gave the Malfoy Sneer(TM) to everyone present, entering his hands into his pockets.
Lucius Malfoy walked with on with his walking stick, nonchalant, as if seeing sons blasted through the floo was an everyday sight, in his typical Malfoy Walk(TM). He didn't even glance back at his son and approached the Teller's desk.
Draco rushed elegantly to his side. Gordrath didn't believe someone could rush elegently. Lucius drawled (in the Malfoy Drawl(TM)) , taking out his key, "We will be withdrawing gold from the Malfoy vault ...Immediately."
He looked at Gordrath as if he was the dirtiest piece of mud in a swamp and as one both father and son gave the Malfoy Sneer(TM). Then Lucius handed over his key and stared at the ceiling as if looking at him had hurt his eyes.
"You heard father! Filth!" The young heir sneered, as if cross at a second's hesitation.
Gordrath, like every self respecting Goblin, hated the Malfoys. They were completely disrespectful and loathable humans who thought of goblins as their retainers
It was universally agreed upon within the Goblin Nation that should a rebellion ever breakout again, the first three targets would be cutting off Dumbledore's beard, stealing James Potter's Golden hand of Death and the balding of Lucius Malfoy.
So he took a cursory look at the key, which was indeed orignal and handed it to the cart goblin on duty.
"Take them."
Then Lucius inclined his head in some semblance of greeting of an undiscovered society, and Draco Malfoy scoffed at him as they moved to follow the cart goblin.
"Good riddance." he said sneering softly as they Malfoy Walked(TM) to the cart.
T-57 minutes to Polyjuice reversion
Alexa had struck gold! The floo to Diagon Alley, must have felt her desire to just relax so she was taken to the Flourish and Blotts, the famous bookshop.
She'd approached the counter and asked in Jon's body the books recommended for her age.
Then the shopkeeper recommended a specific book series. Alexa asked if was sure the name was correct.
The shopkeeper replied that the Adventures of Jim Potter and his squib brother Harry had sold a million copies worldwide.
Jon was actually quite comfortable in the cart but he had to act as if barely he was maintaining his composure.
After both he and Harry had given the customary sneer to the Cart goblin, and Harry if Jon knew him at all, was even enjoying the ride.
It still took about 25 minutes for cart to reach the lowest vaults. The vaults were a tunnel in the beginning, where the Cart went horizontally, but then they opened into a huge underground cavern which contained the older vaults. Then the cart went down like a corkscrew, passing many many hundred vaults with higher and higher securities.
Though comparatively new families in Britain, the Malfoys had enough wealth to buy the maximum security vaults. It was after all a matter of Status and Malfoys loved their station.
As they reached had approached their own vault, Harry nodded at Jon, who then immediately held Harry's hand, who had a look of concentration on his face.
The Thief's Downfall approached. As soon as they went under the potioned water, it didn't wash away their magic but instead flowed over their bodies like it was normal water, as if it had been purified.
Jon masked his happiness in an indifferent mask. Harry had said that his elemental magic should purify the water around them as it had done in the Thames.
The archers let them pass unharmed.
There were a few gaurds near the vaults. And the huge dragon was but 50 feet away. The cart stopped infront of their vault and Jon and Harry put on their sunglasses
Many nearby Goblins snickered. Harry drew out a small ochre coloured cylinder, pulled something and threw it into the cart. A huge amount of smoke spilled out.
"Goblins suck Father. Die you FUCKING bastards," said Harry and then Jon hit the cart goblin hard enough to knock him out.
T-27 minutes till Polyjuice Reversion
The air was filled with smoke as Harry and Jon jumped out and Harry drew out a huge gun-like launcher, that instead of bullets had big cartridges. Harry ran towards the Dragon, making a few goblins pause in shock while Jon ran towards the Pendragon vault.
'A 150 feet long fire breathing monster in the middle of a bank. That's asking for Chaos and when have I EVER disappointed.
"Hey You IMPOSTER, I am the REAL Dragon,"
Harry shouted at it. The Dragon looked surprised too, the spoiled brat that it was but glared at Harry and was just opening his mouth to burn him to Cinders when Harry pressed the trigger of the launcher, while shouting "Aaaaahhhh" at the top of his lungs, and fired the launcher.
It released one cartridge of Tear Gas and then ALL HELL broke loose. As every Dragon handler tells you, attack a Dragon in the eyes, they're its most sensitive part.
And mob controlling tear gas at point blank range? The dragon went BERSERK.
Harry, not desiring to die, had already dived behind a boulder nearby. Jon had reached the Pendragon vault and Harry took careful aim and shot his second gas grenade at the gaurds near Jon. His own eyes were stinging. They must be going through hell.
Then he ran towards Jon.
Dragon fire was everywhere. It was covering the stone, the ground the air and everything in it. The Dragon was melting the vaults' doors it was meant to protect, it couldn't see, and in the confusion, Jon had opened the vaults doors while the big eyed Goblins were crying on the floor and Harry, who reached him seconds later handed him the launcher and slashed at the middle part of the doors with his Blackflame, making several large cuts near the locks, such that it appeared they'd been cut open.
"Hurry up, Dear Father! The sword is waiting but the Goblins aren't.
And they together entered the Pendragon vault.
Jon rushed inside and launched the last two canisters on the 15 odd Gaurd Goblins. They never stood a chance with their visers open at the eyes.
And then he saw it. A chest stood there in the middle of the room, surrounded by nothing on all sides for ten feet. It was intricately carved upon with runes and 10th century paintings and covered in dust.
He forgot that no one undeserving could approach it. He forgot his doubts in himself. Jon rushed to it and opened it. A cloud of dust rose into the air and Jon found a cloth covering the contents.
He forgot of the chaos and creatures outside, of Goblins and Dragons and of Harry Potter, who gaurded his back, the most dangerous of them all, and simply stared at the cloth wrapping the thousand year old chest, ignoring the many fainted Goblins or the old Gold coins behind the chest.
He gathered the courage, removed the cloth and... sneezed.
"AAaachooOOO..."
The chest contents were very dusty. There was mouldy parchment, some animal skin garb and a rusty scabbard with an ornate sword stuck in it.
Jon sneezed and sneezed, picked up the rusty leather scabbard with one hand and there was no magical light enveloping him, no phoenix song, no rainbow in the middle of Gringotts. Jon sighed in disappointment.
He put the launcher in his expandible bag and rushed out.
The Goblins were reviving so Jon thumped four of then on the back of the head, rushed outside after shutting the box in a cloud of millennium old dust, pulling Harry along on the way.
Outside the Dragon was looking for a way to escape its chains. In the process, it had brought down most of the higher security vaults and was trying to burn down the others too. The tear gas was still working its magic.
"What's the escape plan?" Jon roared.
"Do you trust me, Dad?"
"Of course not Drakey."
"And here I thought you were foolish. Hedwig! Abort 15!"
Hedwig flamed in, grabbed hold of Jon and flamed him onto the back of the DRAGON. And then flamed away out of the madness of the bank
Harry meanwhile, was trying to cut through the Dragon's chains while the goblins tried attacked him. And Harry cut the Dragon free at the neck and grabbed the chain with both hands while the Dragon escaped
The Dragon suddenly seeing its freedom, flapped his wings for the first time, in god knew how many years, unrestrained, it was rising higher and higher into the underground air spewing dragon fire everywhere. Jon was on its lower back, holding on to its scale like he'd never let go.
Harry was climbing up a chain as fast as he could, up a flying dragon, in a body he wasn't comfortable with, while goblins threw swords and shot arrows at him.
'If there exists an activity which trumps this, I promise I'll surrender to fate.'"
But Harry wasn't Harry FUCKING Potter for nothing. He continued climbing as the dragon accommodated itself to its flight, holding each link like a lifeline, climbing like a monkey.
Soon he was too high to be reached by any weapon. The dragon's shaking was not making things easier as Harry reached the highest Link, grabbed hold of its metal collar attached to it, and swung up the steel spokes until he was on the Dragon's upper neck.
His hands were raw, his throat hoarse from the initial screaming, but he somehow had to find the strength to reach Jon.
So he slowly crawled down to Jon as Jon himself took out a bag out of the expandable pouch, the same bag stolen more than a month ago, wore it over his back. When Harry reached him just as the swerving blind Dragon was about to crash into the 2000 feet high ceiling, clutched his Father tightly and they jumped off the back of the dragon.
And Jon was holding onto his neck and screaming like a banshee into his ear as Harry pulled cord on side of the bag and the parachute immediately came out and due to the lack of blowing air, glided down slowly, till Harry pulled the cords and guided them to a landing at the second floor of the vaults.
"You fucking got it, didn't ya?"
"Of course I fucking got it, sonny."
Then they began running up, towards the horizontal rows of vaults. The Dragon meanwhile continued to cause havoc behind them.
They encountered a cart Goblin on the way, bringing down other families.
"Dragon gone BERSERK. Run for your lives."Jon yelled. They had only about 5 minutes of Polyjuice time left.
The Goblin began swearing something in his native language, then called them onto the cart and the cart speeded towards the main hall of Gringotts, at its maximum speed. Even then it took about 4 minutes to traverse the mile long tunnel.
The people at Gringotts that day would swear they saw Lucius and Draco running towards the floo, that morning of the Savior's birthday, and screaming at others to get out of the way, perhaps another of Jim Potter's miracle?
"Malfoy Manor!" They screamed in unision.
They reached the manor as Harry Potter and Jon Black. Jon didn't even move as he threw Lucius' key and wand onto the couch.
The floo threw Harry out.
"Forgot 'bout that."
Jon picked him up.
"12, Grimmauld Place"
Neither Walburga nor Orion would deign the world with their noble presence at 'the ungodly hour of seven.' Grimmauld Place was under the Fidelius, with the current Lord Black the secret keeper. The ministry won't register it.
The wards were so strong, Harry would've started bleeding without the Black blood of his Grandmother. Though atleast Harry wasn't thrown out.
Harry stepped out. Jon changed in the fireplace. Jon stepped out. Harry changed in the fireplace.
"Last time now, Harry."
"Of course."
Taking a deep breath, they both said, "The Leaky Cauldron."
And the two wizards vanished into the fire, uncaring of the Hurricane they were leaving behind.