Harry Potter and the Death School
Ravenwood Magus
Chapter 2: Keys to Doors, and Goblin Forged
Gamma hoots happily upon hearing that young Harry would like to attend the Academy her friend and partner had started "wonderful!" said the old owl, nodding a bit "of course, we still need the Goblins help to forge a Key." she added. This confused Harry, why would they need a key?
Razorfang spoke at this point "we can deal with that in a small time, Lady Gamma, however, a more important, to us Goblins anyways, matter needs addressed first." the Goblin turns to the only Human in the room "Mister Potter, as you saw, your family left you quite a large sum of money in your vault, though truth be told that one you saw was your trust vault, set up by your mother for your school years. The Family Vault is locked down in stasis till your majority at 17, or you are emancipated. Your last Account Manager, we found, had been working with Dumbledore to remove funds, part of what the Healers found on you were trackers of Goblin make. Since then he has found himself a new position as one of the Dragon Pen feeders." Razorfang explained to the boy, though the way he said those last few words gave harry a clue that said goblin wasn't doing any feeding, but being the food.
"what does that mean for my account, sir? I don't know how to manage money or accounts, or how to do anything like that." Harry spoke, looking worried "I doubt you would make me take it all to Ravenwood...right?" he asked. Razorfang simply snorted, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the question.
"Absolutely not. The Potters have been an old family with Gringotts, and the Peverell line, which became the Potters, is older still. We wouldn't dare force the entire fortune of the family on you, Mister Potter, as that would be against the health and traditions of the Nation and one of its oldest clients." he assured the boy "however, we should use more of that trust vault, those clothes of yours are disgusting, and I can clearly see they are much to big for you. And yes, Mister Potter, our Healers are already addressing those marks and internal issues they detected that you tried to hide. Your Muggle relatives will be punished, we promise that. To harm a child, magical, goblin, or muggle, is a serious crime in all three worlds, and should the Wizards hear that muggles did that to you, they may rally the Death Eaters-" here he stopped for a second seeing the boys confusion "Followers of Voldemort, Mister Potter, his followers. The news may rally them to even try and recruit you, or worse, find you." he states, and then looks at Gamma as she was reading her list again "Lady Gamma, would your Headmaster be able to provide our goblin smiths with a rough image of what the Spiral Key would need in order to allow it usable on the door in our Nation?" he asked.
Gamma nodded, slipping her list away again under a wing "of course, I'll need to head back to him to do so, but I assume it wont take long to help young Harry and get everything he would need?" she questioned, looking at the Goblin. Harry just sat there quietly, thinking about everything that had happened today, it was all so much! First he finds out that he has magic, his own real magic, and then that someone, probably the one who killed his parents, had split his soul and stuck it in his head, and now he was going to go to another magical school that seemed way better then what he had been told about Hogwarts! It was all, in honesty, a bit much for his small eleven year old brain to wrap around, and he slowly reached up to pinch himself on the arm, thinking it all just a dream of some kind and he would wake up in that cupboard under the stairs again to Aunt Petunia banging on the door demanding breakfast…
Harry would be brought out of his thoughts by someone calling his name, and gently shaking his shoulder "Mister Potter? Are you there?" asked a Goblin Healer, frowning firmly. Well, Harry thought, he could be frowning, I couldn't tell really. He nodded, and then blinked as he noticed that he was now surrounded by Healer Goblins. He looked at them all a bit nervously.
"Um, did I do something wrong?" he asked, looking around at them all. The Goblin Healers all laugh a bit, then Razorfang speaks up "no, Mister Potter, we simply wished to escort you to the goblin-smiths, and then to get a few more potions to help your body and magical core." he answered simply, and motioned him to follow the Goblin horde. Harry followed them back down the tunnels, he was starting to feel a bit tired from all the walking and talking about such things he wasn't fully understanding. They entered a small room that was full of things for forging metalwork and weaponry, and a few goblins were there pounding on metal with hammers and chanting in the goblin language, not that Harry could understand it anyways. One of the goblin smiths came up to the group, watching as the Healers head off to the healers chambers to prepare the potions needed for the first Mage in quite a while.
"Smith Bloodforge" started Razorfang "how goes the forges this day?" he asked his fellow goblin, who simply grunted, and looked the Teller over.
"could be better, honestly. Wizards aren't as stupid anymore to buy our jewelry cause of the fact we increase the price for the quality" he grunts "whats the human for?" he asked, turning his sharp, beady eyes to Harry, who flinched lightly, and seemed to try and hide. Bloodforge, rough as he might be, could see the abuse radiating off the child instantly as soon as he looked at the child.
"yes, Bloodforge, the human wizards are getting smarter in that regard, but still pay for our services. As for Mr. Potter here, it seems our old Alliance is needed once again with the Spiral, for its Magic has called the Potter Heir to it, and he will need a Spiral Key for the Door." he explained, and at this point Harry spoke up.
"e-Excuse me? What exactly is the Spiral key? O-or the Spiral?" he asked "what does a door have to do with a new school?" he questioned curiously, showing both goblins the abuse wasn't just physical, and that the old coot Goblins disliked as a whole Nation was going to pay for not teaching the child what he should already know.
"The Spiral, Mr. Potter, is the Greater Universe, it used to be that all worlds were connected and all the same in the First World, as it was called." started Razorfang "here, sit here for just a minute" he adds, motioning to a chair for the child, who sat, listening "The First World was were we all came from, originally, but back then it was controlled by three brothers of amazing power, Titans, they were called. Dragon, Ymir, the Ice Giant, and the last brother, Triton. All three wielded insane power and magic, elemental as it was for each, and they sought to rule over the others. The fights that they caused tore the world to pieces, and many were lost. Some, like ours, became their own little galaxy, while most were saved by the magic of the Universe and the Song of Creation of Bartelby, and connected by magic pathways and doors, creating a Spiral shape, hence the name. The Spiral key-" and here Razorfang stopped, just before Harry felt a small sting of pain on his arm, looking down to see it bleeding lightly as Bloodforge walked away with some of his blood in a small silver cup "- is used to traverse these paths, however each key is blood bound, so only the one whose blood is in it can use it. Those who possess the magic of the Spiral, like that card of yours, are not Wizards or Witches like our world has, but Mages, able to summon up the most base forms of what True Magic is." he explained, while Harry watched as the Goblin blacksmith began to work, taking a small key shaped like mold, pouring molten silver into the mold, followed by a few drops of his blood from the cup. The Goblin then spoke in his own language, and was making small marks in charcoal on the mold casing, which started to glow as he spoke. After he finished doing what Harry assumed was Goblin magic, Bloodforge took a hammer and a chisel and broke open the molding, revealing a still cooling, but more solidified, key in it.
"Now Mr. Potter, watch, Blood Magic is banned in your Human classes, but Goblins do not believe in such, since Blood Magic can be a powerful defense against those who wish harm on you and those of your Blood." said Razorfang, Harry nodding as he listened to the Teller, watching as Bloodforge then took the cup of blood he held, and slowly poured it over the cooling key, it sizzling and hissing as the key glowed, and the blood seemed to be absorbed into the frame of the key. Inside himself, Harry felt something form, not a physical thing, he figured, but magic. Possibly involving the key. At this thought, the key vanished as soon as the last drop touched it, and then appeared in his hand, cool to the touch. He yelped in surprise, dropping the key in pure shock. "Well well, Mr. Potter, it seems like you took a grasp to how the magic of the key now works" chuckled Razorfang, watching as Harry picked the key up. Harry gazed at it, marveling at the workmanship of the key. It was about five inches long in length, silver in color, even after the blood had been added. The end with the teeth was a more classical three tooth key design, simple and plain, but in it Harry could see two Rubies, one brighter then the other, which he barely noticed in honesty. The handle of the key was a circle, but with a strange design in it, like a circle with a triangle and a line dividing it in half. This he shrugged at, and looked at Razorfang questioningly.
"What did you mean, the magic of the key?" he asked, gazing at the Goblin who had been so helpful so much today. Razorfang simple motioned to the key "you thought of the key when you saw it, correct?" at which Harry nodded "that is its magic. Its blood bound to you now, meaning you can summon it with a simple thought, and can put it somewhere safe where no one can touch it so long as you wish no one to touch it." he says. "try it again, put it in my hand, and then think of the key in yours." he suggested, holding out one small hand. Harry put it in the Goblins hand, and then thought of the key being in his own, watching as the key vanished with a small flash from Razorfangs palm, at which he felt a suddenly familiar weight in his hand, looking down as he noticed it now in his own hand.
"Wow, magic is so cool" he said softly, gazing at the key again, though for some reason he felt he really should know the symbol on the handle...it called to him, but he couldn't tell why. He pocketed the key, and then turned to Bloodforge, giving him a small bow "thank you, sir. Its amazing." he thanked the goblin, who seemed stunned at a wizard child thanking a goblin without being rude, and then gruffed, nodding in return "your welcome, Mister Potter. Take care of it now, and yourself." he said "now both of you, out of my forge, the boy needs to get to school." he huffed, and turned to his forge to begin the next project. Razorfang nodded, and then motioned to the Potter child to follow him out of the forges, and into the general halls of Gringotts once again "now, we should talk of your clothes, as those are ridiculous on you, and absolutely horrid." said his guide, tugging on one of the clearly too large sleeves "these are inexcusable, even for a muggle child of your size." he added, frowning "we will have one of our human assistants go with you to the Muggle world to acquire clothing. Ravenwood, from the texts, doesn't require the robes of Hogwarts, and their attire requirements are quite lax." he explained "none from here have gone to Ravenwood, but we do occasionally find some of their history books." he added, and soon the two were heading back to the surface.
Once back on the surface of the Bank, Harry would be led to a tall, redheaded male who seemed to be what Harry would call, once he knew of it, a 'punk goth' style of outfit. He his hair, long and in a soft ponytail behind him, reached only down to about his shoulder blades, and on one ear Harry could see an earring with a large, serrated fang on it. His clothes seemed well worn, but from use more then age, and were dark colors, but easily passable between both worlds, it seemed. His boots were thick and leather, and Harry almost wanted to think it was Dragon Hide, seeing the gloves he needed for Herbology, which was a mandatory Hogwarts class.
"Hello, names William Weasley, but just call me Bill, got it memorized?" the tall male asked, tapping a pair of fingers to the side of his temple, giving the young first year potential a friendly smirk. Harry simply nodded, and smiled back at him "course, long as you call me Harry" he responded in kind. Bill simply grinned, and patted him on the shoulder, though even he didn't miss the small flinch of the young boy.
"Cursebreaker Weasley will escort you through Muggle England, and help you find more suitable clothing. Gringotts has given him what the muggles call a Credit card, connected to your main family vault, and will be given to you after the trip." said Razorfang, the older goblin, who turned to Bill "make sure he is kept safe, Cursebreaker." he said, giving a firm nod to his fellow employee and a more tolerable Wizard. Bill gave him a nod as he gently turned, looking at the young Potter "come on kid, we got all day to get you some better clothes, those look horrible" he said, the male walking out, accompanied by the small Boy-Who-Lived. Harry followed, back through Diagon Alley, through the Leaky Cauldron, where he saw Hagrid drinking from a large tankard, and never saw the younger Weasley and Potter, and out into Muggle England, Bill motioning him to follow as he turned left.
The res of the day would be spent wandering the various clothing and gear shops of England, hunting down, first and foremost, better suited clothing. Harry eventually ended up getting a standard outfit for everyday wear, a deep forest green t-shirt that fit him better then anything he had ever worn before, and a pair of black slacks. Jeans he felt were too uncomfortable, and itched terribly on his legs. New socks and undergarments as well, with Bill burning it all in an alley with a flick of his wand and a quickly muttered Incendio spell. Harry was surprised at the flames, and then they went to get better shoes, the ones he wore before soon following the rest of his old clothes while he changed into a pair of simple running sneakers in a black color with green laces and highlights. Bill remarked something about him positively being Slytherin with all the green, but harry didn't really understand it, after all, Green had been his favorite color since he could remember, reminding him of his eyes, the plants he liked to work with, even if it was under order of Petunia Dursley and her hatred of doing labor herself, and soon the two were settled with a decent backpack for him, full of similar clothing styles and outfits, and even, after a quick expansion spell by Bill, a few Muggle suits for fancy parties. Soon the two were heading back towards Diagon Alley and Gringotts bank, and once more Harry found himself brought back before Razorfang, and soon they were walking down a lit hallway, ending in a chamber that was guarded by no less, Harry counted, by ten different Goblin Guards. 'Why so many guards?' He asked himself mentally, looking into the middle of the chamber 'and all for a single door?' he was curious about the door, as it sat in a small stone archway, on a raised platform. The door itself was made of a solid wood, Oak wood, he reasoned, and was well crafted and seemingly flawless. It was about five foot eleven or so in height, so high enough most normal humans could enter and exit as they pleased. The middle of it held a glass window that was, oddly enough, brightly lit as if there was a lightbulb on the other side. They approached said door, the guards keeping a close eye on the small group, and just as they reached it, it opened, and Gamma, the owl he talked to before, flew in through it, followed by an elderly gentleman with a beard long and white, he thought it looked appropriate on Santa..or, if he was right, a very powerful old wizard. The man was elderly, with wrinkled skin, but a well kept mustache and Beard, as well as eyebrows that seemed to defy gravity, all white as snow. One eye was holding a monocle, and the eyes gazed at Harry, almost like he was looking into his soul, with a deep ocean blue that showed no hint of knowing who he was.
"Hello, young Wizard" said the man, dressed in a robe and hat of a royal dark purple, with stars and moons across it. Holding in his hand was a staff that radiated magical power, and it seemed to, in harry's eyes, almost glow "your name, young man?" asked the elderly wizard.
"Harry Potter, sir." replied the boy, giving a small smile to the powerful wizard "I hope to learn a lot from your school, if you would have me." he said. "Well its nice to meet you, Mr. Potter" he was replied in kind "My name is Merle Ambrose, Headmaster of Ravenwood Academy of Magical Arts. If I may, my friend and familiar, Gamma here, said you hold a card of our magic already, may I see it?" he asked, prompting Harry to once again hold out his hand, and let the Wraith card appear in it once more. Headmaster Ambrose seemed surprised at the card itself, and examined it without touching "interesting, a Treasure Card, and you not even having a spelldeck yet. Mr. Potter, I do believe you will have a wonderful time at our school, and we hope to teach you how to use that card. Now, if I may, would you like to open the door with your key, and see your new school?" he asked, Gamma landing on the Headmasters shoulder. Harry looked to the Goblins, who simply nodded, before turning to the Headmaster once more with a gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face for the first time in a while.
"Headmaster, I think I would love to see my new school." he said, moving to the door beside the wizard, and sliding his key into the lock, turning it with a loud click, and opening a new chapter in his life.