After a moment of shuffling papers and making notes, Ragefist finally broke the uncomfortable silence. "Now that we have these memories I will begin the moment you leave looking through them and completing the necessary papers to file charges against Dumbledore." Pausing briefly as though measuring his words he continued. "I will be as delicate as possible and I, as well as the whole of the goblin nation, will endeavor to protect your privacy to the best of our abilities Lord Black."

Corvus nodded his understanding and send a grateful look to the goblin.

"Now onto the remainder of your business. You said that you would like to withdraw from your accounts and manage access. First, who would you like to allow access to? We can completely wipe the slate as they say and discontinue access to all others who have previously had access and leave only yourself while adding those you deem fit."

"You mention others…" Corvus said, reaching forward and picking up the parchment that held his inheritances. "Who all currently has access to any of my accounts aside from Dumbledore which we've already found out?"

Reaching to the side of his desk, Ragefist pulled out a sheaf of parchment and read aloud a list of names that shocked up with certain names but others weren't as big of a surprise. "Molly Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Ginerva Weasley, Arabella Figg, Alastor Moody, and Elphias Dodge."

Corvus could feel the rage and pain once more building as he fought to keep a handle on his magic. His magic, he realized, was so much stronger since the ritual. It felt lighter, freer. Almost as though it was a fist that had been tightly clenched for a long time and now was relaxed and loose. It was an amazing feeling. However, it also caused problems. Being that it felt so much harder to control and contain. As though there was so much more of it to work with that he wasn't sure how he managed before. This must be what Ragefist was talking about when he'd explained that his magic was in a constraint state of containment attempting to keep the now destroyed Horcrux at bay.

"The Weasleys… Ron, I'm not so surprised about but Mrs. Weasley….?" He said, astonished and more than a little betrayed. He'd always thought she cared for him, now he sees the truth.

"Corvus, I am so sorry." Neville said, shaking his head sadly. "I know you were close to the family."

Hermione refrained from speaking, her own rage burning in her chest at the betrayal of the people her love held most dear. Moving from her seat she went to Corvus to kneel in front of him, cradling his face in her hands. Leaning forward she gently pressed her lips to his in reassurance.

Corvus returned the affection, taking comfort in her touch. After a brief moment, he took a deep cleansing breath. "I'm alright. I'll deal with this later, we don't have time to feel it right now." Turning his attention back to Ragefist he nodded to continue.

"I need copies of all of the paperwork from tonight for my own records." At this Corvus looked to Neville who nodded. "I also need to know how much those people have taken and as with Dumbledore, I want everything back that they've taken. Every single knut."

At this Ragefist nodded and called once again for a guard to take a hastily scribbled note.

"Now as for who I want access now, only I and Hermione Granger should have access at this moment. Any other needed additions can be made at a later date." Corvus said and a tight voice, doing his all to keep his emotions in check and quickly quieting the refusals the brunette in question attempted. "Restrict all withdrawal requests to in-person visits only and please note that no letters with my supposed permission will be given out so if someone comes trying to use it for access they are not authentic."

At this last statement, Ragefist smiled a vicious smile. "And anyone who makes any such attempt will be added to those who are already facing charges."

Corvus returned the goblin's smile with a satisfied one of his own. "Now as to the matter of withdrawals today, I need enough funds to sustain us for at least three months as I'm not sure when I'll be able to make it back in person for more."

"Would you like someone to fetch it for you or go to your vault yourself and collect what you need?" Ragefist asked only to be told that someone bringing him the needed sum would be acceptable. The goblin nodded and made out another note in the seemingly endless stream of papers he sent off to do one thing or another.

"You said you had purchases in the alley to make before you leave, is this true Lord Black?" Rage fist asked expectantly.

"Yes, there are several things we need to acquire before we leave the city, and as quickly as possible as it is imperative we be gone before sunrise." Corvus answered, beginning to worry that they were running out of time.

Seeming to sense these worries, Ragefist reached for a blank sheet of parchment and a quill. "If you would prefer, Lord Black, you can make a list of all that you need and Gringotts can gather everything while we finish our business here."

The newly christened Lord Black was a little taken aback at the offer and looked to Neville for the ever-present council he had been since he had followed them from Hogwarts.

Seeing this, Ragefist spoke once more. "This is not a service we would normally offer but seeing all that has been done against you and that you are still facing, we understand the need for you to disappear for the time being and wish to give you the full extent of the aid you requested when you invoked the old rites of sanctuary. You are a friend to the goblin nation and we will get you out of London alive."

Corvus was astounded, to say the least. Unable to say anything else he simply nodded and took the offered items to make his list, turning to confer with the other two in order to make sure nothing was forgotten.

When the list was complete and more extensive than they were expecting, he handed the list over to Ragefist and spoke. "I thank you for this, for everything. Though I'm not sure how some of these things can be acquired at this time." Pointing to a section of the list he expanded. "I need an entirely new wardrobe thanks to my transformation. I need clothes that fit and, according to Neville, befit my station as the Lord of seven houses. Also, Hermione will need maternity clothes." He said, pausing for a moment and looking over to his girlfriend. "She's in the very early stages of her pregnancy. This is what pushed our hands to leave the school and London itself. Were either side of this war to find out about our child, the results would not be in our favor. Only those in this room and our reliable source inside the walls of Hogwarts are aware of this development and we need to keep it that way."

Ragefist took the list and looked it over before replying. "I understand the time-sensitivity but we goblins have our ways. I will send for someone to take your measurements and we will have everything dealt with and the cost will be pulled directly out of the account of your choosing."

Corvus nodded and told him to pull from the main Potter account. In just a few short moments a goblin was in the office with them to take the necessary measurements.

Turning to Neville while Harry and Hermione had their measurements taken, Ragefist began to speak. "Is there anything you need to take care of whilst your two companions are being fitted?"

"Yes, actually." The younger Gryffindor said, sitting up straighter in his seat. "I wanted to know if it's possible I might claim my Lordship as well? My parents are permanent residents of the Janice Thickey Ward in St. Mungo's with absolutely no chance of recovery. I know that it is an unusual circumstance however with the current political climate our little party needs all the help it can get."

"It is possible, Heir Longbottom. I took the liberty of calling for your family records and it seems that their will, like many of the noble houses during the war, laid in special provisions for the possibility that they were living but no longer able to maintain their duties as Head of the family. Had you not come to us now, a summons would have been sent to you upon reaching your maturity to come to claim your lordship."

Neville smiled a little sadly and nodded. "Good, I would like to claim it and to be on the safe side, run the same tests as before with Corvus. I want to make sure we get any surprises over with all at once."

Ragefist nodded and proceeded to produce more of the same parchment as before and offering the blade to the youngest Longbottom. Following the same pattern as Corvus had, he placed the required drops of blood on each parchment before handing the now clean blade back to the goblin.

After a moment the parchments began to glow, unsurprisingly. This time there were surprises, though thankfully not nearly as many. Looking over the parchment containing his inheritances, Neville was shocked but then began to laugh.

With a curious look at him, Corvus moved toward his friend and looked at him curiously, an eyebrow raised questioningly. The youngest Gryffindor simply shook his head and handed over the parchment. Upon reading the words written, the young Black Lord laughed softly as well.

"What has the two of you so amused?" Hermione asked, watching them curiously though she was unable to leave her place due to the measurements currently being taken.

"It would seem that between Corvus and myself, we are the sole heirs and owners of Hogwarts." Neville replied with a smirk. "We are effectively Dumbledore's bosses."

"What?! How?" The brunette asked disbelievingly.

"Corvus is the heir of three founders, Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. I am apparently the heir of the fourth, Hufflepuff." Neville answered, walking over and handing her the inheritance test results.

Lordships:
Longbottom (Blood)
Hufflepuff (Blood via Longbottom Line)

Inheritances:
Longbottom estate and vaults (Properties include Longbottom Manor, 14 Willow Way)
Hufflepuff estate and vaults (Properties include Hufflepuff Castle, Badger's Den, ¼ Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Turning to the goblin who had been quiet during this short conversation, scribbling away on the ever-growing stack of notes, Corvus spoke. "This will help us in taking the meddlesome old fool down?"

"Oh indeed, Lord Black." Ragefist answered with the goblin version of a smirk. "According to the Hogwarts charter, the founders, and by extension their heirs, retain the right to make decisions within the school. Up to and including the appointment or dismissal of the headmaster. The board of governors cannot overrule any decision made by the founders or their heirs and any changes or additions to the school's charter must be approved by them as well. It has been so long since an heir has come forward so these bylaws have been buried under decades of the board's dealings but it is still binding."

"Wicked." Corvus said with a smirk, the proper and articulate mask he'd been wearing since walking in the bank dropping for a moment in his excitement.. "This will be extremely useful."

"Agreed." Said Neville. "Though I think we should keep this bit of information amongst ourselves for the time begin. Let's not tip our hand too soon."

Corvus nodded his agreement. "Yes, better to keep some things close until the perfect moment. The moment that will give us the biggest advantage."

"Exactly." Neville replied. "I'm sure Luna will let us know when the time is right. She probably already knew all of this, come to think of it.

"Probably." Said the other two Gryffindors in agreement. "She seems to know everything." Hermione added.

"That she does." The youngest Longbottom said, a small wistful smile playing across his lips for the briefest of moments before pulling himself together and turning back to the other results resting on the goblin's desk.

"Are you kidding me!? This cannot be serious!" He burst out after taking a moment to study the parchment that held the results regarding any effects currently upon his person.

"What is it this time?" asked Corvus, mild exasperation tinging his voice.

"These potions and spells!" Neville answered angrily. "Apparently you aren't the only one whose entire being Dumbledore has been meddling with! Look at this!" He finished, thrusting the paper into his friend's hands.

Spells
facere metuebat Severus Snape – Albus Dumbledore
Compulsion – Albus Dumbledore
Obliviate – Albus Dumbledore

Potions
siphon fortitudinem – Albus Dumbledore
Tumultus amet – Albus Dumbledore

"The first spell is a fear spell directed toward Professor Snape." He explained, visibly restraining himself from exploding. "It's to make me afraid of him. The second and third, you know what they are. I'm just wondering why in Merlin's name he would use them on me."

"Well, now your unnatural fear of the greasy bat makes more sense, though to be fair most sane people are a little wary of the man." Corvus tried to soften the blow a bit with the latter statement.

"What are the potions?" Hermione called out, reminding them that she was currently being held hostage by a goblin with a tape measure.

Reading off the two potions out loud to Hermione, Corvus was thoroughly confused by her reaction. She had gasped sharply and paled dramatically. Even Neville, who had been so knowledgeable about the potions affecting Harry simply because of his upbringing, was unaware of the effects of these. Potions had not been his highest marks, for now glaringly obvious reasons.

"Neville! How are you still alive?" the brunette asked, her eyes slightly misty. "That combination could have killed you. You are incredibly lucky."

"What do you mean Mione?" Corvus asked, his anger towards the headmaster that had been simmering just beneath the surface began to once again boil within him. "What do these do?"

"Well…" She said cautiously, knowing Harry well enough to read what was going through his mind and anxious about the outcome of her words. "You know I tend to read books from higher years when I run out of assigned reading material…" She started only to be cut off, surprisingly by Neville this time.

"Just get to the point Hermione." He said a bit harshly.

"The first is a strength siphoning potion." She said in a rush. "Dumbledore has literally been draining your physical strength to make you weaker and most likely to make you meek and malleable." She finished quietly.

Neville took a deep breath and let it out through his nose several times, trying to wrangle his emotions into some semblance of control. Hearing how bad the first was he dreaded hearing the effects of the second potion but he needed to know. No matter how bad it was, it was better to know than to let it continue on without understanding the ramifications. Feeling Corvus take hold of his shoulder in support, Neville straightened his spine and waited for the next blow. "And the other?" He gritted out through his teeth.

"I… Neville… I'm sorry." Said the bookworm in a small and slightly broken voice. At that moment both boys knew just how bad this blow would be.

"Just… just tell me, Hermione." The youngest of the three asked, almost pleadingly. "I have to know."

"Tumultus amet is a dark spell." She began softly. "It was created during the time of the witch hunts. Parents feared for their children's safety so they… took measures to ensure they couldn't be found out." She paused a moment as if searching for the best way to force out what she was trying to explain. "Instead of hiding the child away, which would raise suspicion, they…. They locked away the child's powers." She finished with a wince, almost bracing herself for the explosion that was eminent.

"That means…." Neville began but couldn't bring himself to say the words.

"What Miss Granger means is that Albus Dumbledore has been very very naughty." Ragefist said, the look on his face matching his name. "It means that he has delved into magic so dark that all knowledge was thought to be eradicated." He continued, standing and walking around his desk to stand before the youngest Longbottom. "It means that Dumbledore has bound your magical core."

"He WHAT?!" yelled Corvus, radiating anger even as his friend was swaying where he stood from the maelstrom of his own emotions and the boy's magic flaring and surrounding him. "How! How could something so… so evil!" he continued to rage, angered on his friend's behalf.

"Lord Black, please," Ragefist said, indicating the effect the magical backlash of his anger was having on Neville. Immediately he fought for control, which was eminently harder than before they'd come to the bank, taking a few deep breaths before moving closer to Neville's side. By now Hermione was finished being prodded and measured and made her way over to the other two.

"I'm sorry Neville, I didn't realize…" Corvus said softly, nudging him into a seat when it looked as though he was about to lose his legs thanks to the shock. It looked as though Neville had completely shut down in an attempt to process what he'd just been told.

"What can be done?" Corvus snapped as he turned towards the goblin once more. "Can this be reversed?"

"Yes, Lord Black." Ragefist said with a nod. "We can cleanse him as we did you, though he will have much more severe side effects than you suffered. We must do this and quickly, it is only by the grace of magic herself that this boy is still breathing. We must unbind his core and put a stop to this strength siphoning with the utmost urgency."

Turning to Neville he spoke, though it could be seen that the goblin did make an effort to sound soothing. Not that it helped much, but the effort was appreciated. "Heir Longbottom, you must sign these papers to claim your title, lock down your vaults, and then we must get you into the cleansing chamber. We have not a moment to waste. Do you understand me?"

"I… I understand." Neville mumbled and signed where he was told, though he seemed to do so in some sort of a daze. The shock most likely, the others thought.

"If the two of you would wait here, we will take the new Lord Longbottom to the ritual chamber and cleanse these vile abominations from his system." Ragefist said to Corvus and Hermione. As they began to protest that they wanted to be with him, the goblin held up a hand. "His magic has been bound for who knows how long. Once we unbind it, the backlash could attack either of you. It will sense you as a threat. Even though he may not see you that way, his long-imprisoned magic will be wild and uncontrollable, it will lash out and I will not put either of you at such risk. It's bad for business." The last statement was more for appearance's sake than anything and they all knew it, but a goblin must not be seen to actually care about a human wizard.

Corvus understood though he did not like it in the least. Wrapping an arm around Hermione, he pulled her close to him, holding her to his chest for some much-needed comfort. "You will be notified when all is finished, and I will go over the ramifications once we've finished." Ragefist said and turned to lead Neville down the hall and out of sight.