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Chapter 11

Fleamont Potter and his wife, Euphemia, were entering Gringotts with a sour look on their faces. The reason for such a gloomy face was an easy one to explain. Not too long ago, the Potter family received a letter from their account manager at Gringotts, telling them to please go there at their earliest convenience. But of course, in Goblin language, that meant right now. So confused by the sudden letter, the Potter went their way to meet with Steelclaw. They hoped nothing serious was going on. Yet a horrible feeling came to them as they entered the magical bank.

All the Goblins there were running from one place to the next, carrying piles of paper from one place to the next. And it was not strange to see Goblins busy on any other day, but it was today that everything looked rather chaotic. So it baffled Fleamont and Euphemia both. What is going on here? Fleamont thought.

"Well, this is different. They are rather busy today, don't you think?" Euphemia said to her husband.

"They do look rather active today, and I wonder why," Fleamont said.

They approached the goblin in charge of that day, but he seemed rather busy with the amount of paperwork he was reading. He was not paying attention to them at all. Or perhaps he was, but he ignored them, something usual for any Goblin.

Fleamont sighed as he coughed loudly, bringing the attention of the Goblin.

"We have an important appointment with Steelclaw," he said in a firm voice.

The Goblin eyes curled and he smiled maliciously. That brought a strange sense of worry for both wizard and witch as they stared at the smiling goblin. A smiling Goblin? That's not a good sign. I don't like this at all. Euphemia thought nervously as she took her husband's hand in search of comfort. Fleamont smiled at her, trying to bring the tension down a few notches. It worried him, too. However, he must remain strong for her.

"Yes… we were waiting for you, lord Potter," the Goblin said with a twisted smile.

Soon after, a goblin guard came in and guided both of them to a conference room. The walk was longer than they wanted it to be.

"I don't like this, Fleamont, I don't like this at all," Euphemia said, whispering each word.

"Hey, hey, don't worry. We have done nothing wrong, so don't you worry, alright?" Fleamont said.

Euphemia wasn't so sure, but kept quiet. She was very nervous about the whole thing. "Try to think about something else, like James and Sirius… wait, don't think about that."

Euphemia snorted at the idea of thinking about those two. "If you're trying to get me to have a heart attack, you're doing a great job," she said.

"They are alone in our home. Merlin's bear. They are alone there! I don't even want to think about it!" Euphemia said, almost groaning.

"They are not children anymore, my dear. They can handle being alone for a few hours," Fleamont said, trying to convince himself about it. Euphemia only muttered about how irresponsible both were, however said nothing more. And it only took a few more minutes before they arrived at their location. The giant door could have been small in Fleamont opinion, yet he could only sigh, wondering about what could be behind such a door. Nothing bad, he hoped.

"Inside, my lord, my lady," the goblin said with a raspy voice.

"Thank you," said Fleamont.

As they entered the giant room, they noticed a group of people and goblins already there. Fleamont and Euphemia frowned at the same time as they recognized some of them. But it was still strange to see them. There, the Potters saw the Black, Malfoy, and Greengrass families. All with their account managers speaking in whispers away from each other. What is going on here? Fleamont thought, while getting even more confused by the whole thing. The Black and Malfoy were allied to an extent, Fleamont and Euphemia knew it. But they also understood that they were not allies. Not truly, since the Black had a bigger ego than the rest of the people there. They were also one of the oldest families, next to the Greengrass.

But it still brought up the question of what could it mean. To gather these families in one place, it must have been something truly important.

"Ugh, that skank is here," Euphemia said, growling at the sight of Walburga Black.

"Don't say that in her face," Fleamont said.

Euphemia only grunted but said nothing else. "Walburga and her beloved husband are here, with their lord Black," she said.

"Yeah, I see lord Arcturus Black… how old is he, anyway?" Fleamont asked.

"Pff, almost a hundred or something? Who cares," Euphemia said.

Another sound came in from behind them as they saw yet another family entering the room. Euphemia recognized immediately that one of them was not entirely human. A Veela? Here in Britain? She thought. As she then heard them speaking in French. It all made sense then for Euphemia. French laws aren't so cruel to them. But what are they doing here?

"Ah, lord Potter, lady Potter, I finally found you!"

They noticed their account manager finally arriving at the place from another door. Almost on the other side of the room. Steelclaw was carrying a bag of sheets in one hand, and for what Fleamont could see, their old friend seemed rather exhausted for an odd reason.

"Steelclaw, my old friend! I can now finally speak to someone about what is all of this," Fleamont said happily.

Steelclaw sighed as he finally got back his breath. He was too old for this. "I apologize for interrupting whatever you were doing today, my lord. But as you can see now, you aren't the only one asking for questions."

Fleamont nodded, and Euphemia and he walked away from the rest. They needed some privacy for whatever Steelclaw was going to speak to them.

"Now, Steelclaw, please tell what is going on."

Steelclaw nervously swallowed saliva as he took an ancient scroll of the many things he was carrying at that moment. "Things are terrible for you, my lord. Really, I can't think of something as bad as a thing in all my fifty years working for Gringotts."

"Steelclaw, what is it?" Euphemia asked, more worried than before.

"There has been a huge liquidation of assets. One of the biggest we have ever seen. And we have opened many ancient vaults that we have our hands full with the transferring not only gold but old artifacts to additional sets of vaults made out specifically to hold back any dark magic we may know or not know. But that is not the worst. King Ragnuk the Eight has ordered the complete destruction of some of our mines and vaults. "

"What?" Fleamont asked, astonished.

"What does that mean?" Euphemia asked.

"It means that, for lacks of a better word. Someone has opened the Pandora's Box in Gringotts," Steelclaw said, cleaning the sweat off his forehead.

Fleamont stared, baffled by what Steelclaw said. Goblins destroying vaults? And mines? Madness. Gringotts keep vaults open no matter what. Even if the family itself was long gone, their vaults remain. And adding the fact that Goblins waste no resources on anything. The whole liquidation and destruction of old vaults were more than just strange. It was right down bizarre. Something big is going on within the Goblin government. Fleamont would love to know more, but he had his mind somewhere else.

"But what does it mean? The complete destruction of mines and vaults?" Euphemia asked, still confused.

"My lady, as you understand. We at Gringotts kept our vaults open, always. It doesn't matter if the family in question is long dead. The reason of why we do that, is that there may be someone with the magic or blood to claim it. A long descendant or someone whose magic recognizes as the heir of the house, even if they share no blood."

"So there is always a way for the vaults to keep working, no matter how many years it takes," Fleamont said, adding to the conversation.

"Yes, but there are two things to understand here. This land… our home. The Goblins' stronghold where we have been living for centuries, was… giving to us," Steelclaw said, muttering lowly.

"Wait, by whom?" Euphemia asked.

"By King Arthur, and it was the first treaty ever made between humans and a magical race. A long forgotten treaty that only us know about. We built our home, and slowly dig deeper and deeper. But they gave this place to us. We don't own it. King Arthur wanted our help to face off, his half-sister Morgan le Fay, but it never came to pass. However, the treaty remains, and it still bound us to help King Arthur or anyone of the Pendragon family. Arthur's descendants."

"So if the heir of Pendragon come to Gringotts and demand your aid, you can only obey, does it?" Fleamont said.

"Yes, and he could demand anything of us," Steelclaw said.

"That's no good… but there are not Arthur's descendants. History says that he only had two children, and both die having no heir of themselves."

"Whose say, that it has to be Arthur's children? As long as they have their blood or magic itself recognized as heir them," Fleamont said, muttering slowly about the implications of all of it. Then he realized.

"Even if they are… Le Fay descendants…"

Fleamont and Euphemia went pale by that statement. "And adding the fact that so many ancient vaults are now opened and many other are being gained by the same person. You understand that a chain reaction is happening now," Steelclaw said.

"And by that you mean that…"

"That your family, the Potter are one of those families that are being affected by it."

Fleamont felt as his body lost all strength, if it wasn't for his beloved wife he would have lost it all. "Fleamont, please don't do that to me!" Euphemia said, fill with worried. As she could see her husband almost on his knees.

"Steelclaw, tell me the truth… how bad is it?" Fleamont asked in a low voice.

"Bad… is a house debt."

"Fuck," Fleamont could only say.

"Don't worry, my lord, if you look around, you could see that your family isn't the only one is this position!" Steelclaw said, trying to get a bright side. And it was anything but that, as Euphemia saw how Walburga literally passed out on the floor, while both Orion and Arcturus stared at their account manager in shock. The Malfoys weren't doing any better, and the Greengrass and the French family were practically catatonic in their own right. Every single one of us is going to face something awful right now. I even feel bad for Walburga. And that never happens. Merlin's beard. What is going to happen today? She thought.

"This is not a good day."

Soon enough, another goblin entered the conference room with a rather smug face. Or rather, a nasty grin that even some of the other goblins could only feel a shiver when looking at it. And they were right to feel such a thing, since Bogrod couldn't shake the feeling of reverence and resolve he was feeling, since he took the mantle as the account manager of what he could admit it was, one of the most powerful magical entities in the world. Since forever. She is going to change the world. I know it! Bogrod smiled and sat down in front of a big round table, where the rest of the goblins from their respective families sat.

Everyone wanted answers, others just wondered what would happen to them in the near hours. And Bogrod was more than just happy to explain all of it, and more.

"Welcome, my lords and ladies of nobles and ancient houses. I appreciate all of you coming here on such a short notice," Bogrod said, smiling at all of them.

"Enough of this, Bogrod! Tell us what is going on!"

The goblin in charge of the Malfoy vaults yelled, and lord Abraxas Malfoy only nodded, as he had a tired face and it looked as he wanted to kill whoever wanted control over his family. And Abraxas knew he wasn't the only one who thought the same. Arcturus, his old associate, not a friend since Slytherin had no friends. Stared at him with those annoying eyes he had always hated. But both knew that right now they needed each other support, for whatever was coming. They must protect their families and bloodline.

"Easy there, Roluck, the questions you want to know will be anwser shortly. I just want to make sure all of you understand why you're all here."

"We know what we are here, goblin! Someone wants to steal our family legacy, our name!" Walburga said, well, screamed.

"Enough, Walburga, you're making yourself look like a fool!" Orion, her husband, said.

"She always looks like a fool," Euphemia muttered, as Fleamont only sighed.

"But, Orion!"

"Silence, Walburga," Orion hissed.

Walburga sat down as she kept on glaring at Euphemia because she listened when she called her a fool. Euphemia, of course, couldn't care less if she did or not hear her. To say they hated each other would be a colossal understatement. Even when both were at Hogwarts they couldn't hold back their anger. And the reason for their animosity was a simple one. Perhaps a simple one was because back then Fleamont was Walburga infatuation. A sick type of infatuation. But Fleamont wasn't interested in Walburga, no matter how attractive the Black girl was back then. Euphemia and Fleamont were just destined to be together. And it was something that brought jealousy and anger to Walburga even today, 30 years later.

"Please, lady Black, my client doesn't care about taking your titles away from any of you," Bogrod said smiling.

Lord Greengrass noticed the type of words the goblin was using on them. Yes, their titles may be safe, but there was an underlying theme that was hiding away from all of them. He sighed, not knowing what he could do about it. His wife passed away four years ago, and his only daughter would graduate from Hogwarts next year. I must be ready for anything. Anabelle… I had to do what I have to protect our family. You above all. Lord Greengrass thought if he had to give his fortune away in order to save his daughter from whatever fate awaited her. He would without wasting time.

"There is still something you are hiding, master Bogrod," Lord Greengrass said.

"Not hiding, lord Greengrass, waiting."

"Waiting? What are we waiting," a man with a strong French accent said.

"Waiting for my client, the one responsible of all this, lord Delacour," Bogrod said.

The people there listened to a set of steps coming from the hallways outside the conference room. They were heavy steps, and each one had the name of everyone there. Their future and whatever horrors they would find would soon end, or began. Fleamont took Euphemia's hand since the lady of the house Potter looked ready to faint. The Black family was trying hard to look cold and arrogant but were failing miserably. The Malfoy wasn't so great either. Lord Greengrass sighed deeply and gripped his cane. Lord Delacour was whispering words of comfort to his wife. Since the Veela was trembling at the feeling of powerful magic nearby.

A few moments of silence came by, and soon it ended with the sound of the door opening. There, a powerful entity stood silently, watching all the people. They all looked at the witch standing there and could only whisper her name.

"The dark lady, Ainz Ooal Gown."

Galadriel groaned internally as she watched the people in the room. Every time she met new people, they all stared at her like she was a type of walking circus. Well, she was, technically, since her current outfit was a very intimidating one. Also, she knew her plans needed to start here. These families would be the first of many.

Ah, what should I do? Mm, I want their loyalty… But I can't afford to look weak.

Galadriel thought as she walked to the table. "Master Bogrod, thank you for all your hard work."

"Ah, my lady is a pleasure," Bogrod said. "I hope your talks with King Ragnuk went as you expected."

"Oh, it did."

Galadriel replied as she smiled behind her mask at the recent talks with the Goblin king. To discover the treaty between King Arthur and the Goblin was a blessing. It allowed her to act more freely around them, and having the Wizarding World bank at her debt was the best. She had to think of the right way to use them, but so far, Galadriel has bought a huge chunk of Gringotts property. Well, not buy technically. But the word could be used. King Ragnuk wanted to make sure Galadriel would not kick his people out of the land they had been living in for centuries. So they came up with an agreement. Galadriel would give them the right to live under the mountain from now on without worries of being expelled.

But in response, they would sell huge parts of Gringotts to her. Investments, assets, credit, all of that. Simply, around 65% of Gringotts would now belong to Galadriel, and for a bank in charge of the Wizarding World economy. That percentage was huge. Galadriel, for the lack of a better word, would control the Wizarding World economy. The creation of a monopoly was beginning. And adding the fact she was already investing to fill up the gap around the muggle world. Galadriel in a few decades would be the single most powerful person in the world.

"My lords, and ladies, I present you, lady Ainz Ooal Gown. Lady of the Great and Honorable Ancient Houses of Pendragon, Le Fay and Ravenclaw."

They could only stare in shock at the names of the houses. But what it was more, the complete power emanating from her. Fleamont could finally feel what so many backs at the Wizengamot told him. The aura of the dark lady was something entirely different from any normal wizard or witch. It was rather suffocating.

"Pleasure to meet all of you…" Galadriel said as she moved on with her presentation.

"Before we start with our meeting. I must first present myself properly."

Galadriel then shifted her combat outfit to a more elegant one. The reason for her sudden change of clothes was that she needed to create a better figure for herself in front of her future associates. She may be a Demon Empress, but she was still preparing for the future. If she wanted to save the Wizarding World from what would take place in a century or so from now on. She must act according to a leader. Would she be an excellent leader or a bad one? She would do her best. It didn't matter, truly. She wasn't heartless. Galadriel knew about the dark side of humanity. She suffered from it, like any human before.

Those experiences would serve her, to make a better world. One in her image.

Everyone saw now a woman with white hair and golden eyes. Two long black wings and a set of horns embedded in gems. And a beauty that wasn't normal. She was too perfect.

"Well, let's start our meeting, shall we?"