Lord of Zenth Mage
Chapter: 9 Don't try me fools!
Harry woke up the next morning feeling extremely relaxed. Yes, he felt much better this morning. He remembered last night's knowledge transfer and the activities after that. He was now feeling more confident than he ever was before. Now, all he needed was to put good use of his knowledge. He just couldn't sit around with that much power. He needed action. He would first get rid of the manipulative Headmaster in order to freely take matters into his own hands as he sees fit. Second, he would put a stop to any ministry interference. He would even remove the minister if he is still a fool. And last but not least, he would not tolerate any death eater activity while his mission. Small cases or not, he would make the responsible death eaters wish they've never been born. Oh yes, they will know what it feels like to be victims for once in their lives.
Harry became aware of his surroundings. He felt two soft and warm bodies snuggled close to him on either of his sides. Feeling content, he reached out his hands and caressed them. The girls began to stir. They let out content noises with their eyes still closed.
"Morning sleep heads. You two look as beautiful and hot as ever this morning." Harry greeted them with a bright smile.
The girls flashed their own bright smiles, "G'morning to you too. And what have you in mind to be up this early?"
"Well I thought I might at least give you two a proper massage after your hard works last night. I think I'll head for a bath if you two aren't on for massage though." Harry told the girls with a grin, knowing full well what will come next.
"Hold it Mr.Potter. You will not leave this bed until we let you go, and that won't be until after your massage." Rupa said quickly while trying to sound authoritative but failing miserably covering her desperate desire. Mei Yuan nodded vigorously and grabbed Harry's arm.
Harry grinned and began his work. After an hour or so later, the three walked together toward the dining room. They joined Rajig and his now official girlfriend, Nattitta Injendaj. Nattitta was half way between 15 and 16. She had big innocent eyes and ever present smile on her face. She immediately became part of their group. She was also very talkative that even Rupa had to give her to lead the conversation.
Halfway through the mail, Harry remembered something. He groaned and stopped breakfast. He didn't want to deal with it just yet now, but he also knew he must act quickly. Things could get bad if not handled quickly and properly.
"Guys, I have to do something in my country. I need to do this if I want peace when I return to England." Harry announced the group.
"Now?" Mei Yuan asked.
"Now," replied Harry, "or it would get out of control."
"Harry, is it something to do with old snake face? If yes, count on me, I'll go with you." Rajig said enthusiastically while his hands hovered over his daggers.
"No. It's something else. I will tell you when I'm going to snake face." Harry said effectively erasing the disappointed look on Rajig's face.
"You'd better have a good reason for this Harry." Rupa said pensively.
"See you later guys." Harry waved to the others and disappeared with a chicken leg in his hand.
Harry reappeared in a dark corner of what looked like a meeting room for. He surveyed the room and found that he was in the right place. A long rectangular table was set in the middle of the room. Several witches and wizards were sitting around the table. They seemed to be in great discussion, or rather argument in Harry's opinion. While they were talking quickly and loudly, their Quick Quote Quills were scribbling furious on the table besides each one of them.
Moving pictures from newspaper clips were all over the room; on the walls, on the door, and some even on the table. A large "Daily Prophet" banner was hung from the ceiling. The letters were blinking proudly every now and then.
Harry's eyes swept over to a fat woman with thick glasses. She was now grinning madly over something she was saying. Harry listened to what she was saying.
"I say we give this article a full front page." She said gleefully. "I have been waiting for this too long. I always knew that brat was a coward."
A man as thin as a paper spoke out, looking doubtful, "Rita, do you think that the public would believe you, not that I don't believe it? How would you prove that he is what you are claiming him to be?"
Rita Skeeter just nodded her heads vigorously, "True, true, I must have a strong proof, and a strong proof I have. You see, since his fourth year, I placed a tracking spell on Potter. Mind you, it took me two full months to come up with that spell. But I think it has finally paid off. I can't always know where he is though. I can only know when he is at his relative's house. The spell would tell me once he leaves his relative's house. Then all I have to do is listen to his news in the wizarding world." Rita said never leaving her stupid grin from her face. "And now, my spell tells me that he left the house five days ago and I haven't heard any news of him in the wizarding world. It only means that he has run away as I expected. I always see him as a weak, and a weak he proves himself now. He is not only an attention seeker by telling lies, but also a coward."
Harry realized that she was talking about him. He also had to admit that he was quite impressed by her talent on placing a tracking spell on him without Dumbledore's knowledge. He thanks his brain for remembering this issue just in time. Should he have waited for another day; the Daily Prophet would have spread his supposed run away tale to the entire wizarding world. He stepped out of the shadow.
"I'm impressed Rita, dear. You must be awfully tired from following me. I'm sorry for that." Harry said while walking to the head place of the table. He cleared the Editor in Chief of the Daily Prophet with a wave of his hand and conjured a comfortable high-backed chair. He plopped down on the chair and leaned back comfortably. He could feel every eye in the room, at least about one and a half dozen pairs, trained on him. He mused what they would be thinking right now.
"Flies, people, flies." Harry reminded the whole occupants who were looking him with open mouths.
"Potter!" Rita squealed with mix emotion in her tone. She might be thinking how his victim gave himself to her to be used as a project, Harry mused.
"Now Rita, that was not very polite to greet your dear friend, is it?" Harry chided her with a fake disappointed tone.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you gone for good? What are…" She shot Harry with a series of question but was cut off by a snap of Harry's fingers.
"Rita, Rita, when are you going to learn proper manners?" Harry said, looking at Rita who was opening and closing her mouth making strange noises. "Now on to business, I come here to make a deal with you." Harry ignored the annoying sounds from the rest of the occupants. He clapped his hands and everyone's head except Rita's became smooth as a surface of a potato. Everything except noses was gone from the heads of the annoying occupants. It was like mobs of hair and sets of nose were being planted on potatoes.
Rita looked at the others with wide eyes, fear showing in her face. She looked at Harry cautiously as though he might curse her any minute. She seemed to get a grip of herself and spoke shakily, "Potter! What did you do to them? I'll let the world know what you did to them!"
Harry only grinned and put his hand on his heart, "Oh I'm hurt Rita dear." He straightened his face and looked at Rita coldly, all traces of playfulness gone, "Listen and listen carefully, Rita. I will tell this only once. Now, put your Quick Quote Quill away from my sight first."
Feeling a cold hand gripped her heart forcefully, Rita hastily put her quill and parchment in her bag. She shuddered at the thought of her heart being freeze by invisible hand. She looked up at Harry only to be shuddered more at the cold blazing green eyes that were staring at her every move.
"Good." Harry said in the same cold monotone. "You will never write ill about me or my friends from now on. Should I hear you write about me or my friends, you will be face with a severe consequences. Believe me; you don't want to face that. You will find out any, and I mean every, ill doings of Minister Fudge. Find out all you can and let the world know everything you find out. I want to see Fudge's corruptions and wrong doing in the Daily Prophet. Take your time to find out everything. That is an order. Understood?"
Rita couldn't find a word to protest as her mind made its decision to follow the order on its own. Despite the protest from her brain, she found herself nodding in understanding.
Seeing the nod, Harry smiled in satisfaction. As if his smile was a spell of encouragement, Rita voiced her question that was nagging her, "If you don't mind, Harry, I would like to know why you are asking me to do all of these. I mean, there are loads of people out there who are much more qualified than me for this task."
"Really Rita dear, you are underestimating your self too much. After all who would be better a person for this task than you who could dig out private conversations from right under Dumbledore's crooked nose. You could even pick a private conversation between Hermione and Krum."
Rita seemed to color with Harry's words. She took them as great compliment, the compliment from the boy-who-lived, the survivor of the Dark Lord's wrath. She grinned at Harry, "Consider it done then. And be assured that everything that appeared on the paper about you would be personally edited by me. I won't allow any ill writings about you."
Harry was a bit startled by the solemn voice. He hadn't expected his mind manipulation to work this good. But he wouldn't complain about this any way. "Good to hear, Rita dear. As for your project, I think you might want to start with Lucius Malfoy. He has been freed by Voldemort. He now has a rather interesting mark on his head. I want you to use him as one of Fudge's corruptions. You do know that Malfoy and Fudge get along quite well, don't you?"
"Yes I saw them in good relations before Lucius was sent to Azkaban. I will start from Lucius then." Rita replied, happy with a clue of where to start to defame the Minister of Magic.
"Good, I will be off then. I expect good news from you." Harry said while picking himself up from the chair. Then he added as a second thought, "You might need your animagus form to enter the Malfoy Manor. I have modified your animagus form to penetrate all sorts of wards unnoticed. Don't abuse that, or I will kill your animagus form. You know what would happen once your animagus is dead. So don't try me."
Seeing him began to leave, Rita called him hastily, "Wait! What about them?"
"Don't worry. They will be in normal states after an hour from now. When they are back to normal, all they will remember is they had a nice dinner, a nice chat, and a nice ball with Harry Potter here at the Daily Prophet headquarters. See you then." And with that Harry disappeared again, leaving an open mouthed Rita Skeeter. She felt like she had been dreaming. She snapped her self out and began her first task. A beetle replaced in her place and disappeared with a faint noise.
Hogwarts
Professor McGonagall strode along the hallway towards Headmaster's office. She had to tell Albus to look over Severus. The sneaky snake though he was, Severus had suffered quite enough. Severus hadn't been able to eat for five days now since Potter removed his mouth. He became thinner and paler. On top of all, he had returned from you-know-who's meeting with a haunted look in his eyes. He tried to write what had happened at the meeting, but was unable to move his hands every time he tried. His thin legs and arms got thinner and his hair a mess from not tending.
Professor McGonagall gave the password and ascended to the Headmaster's office. When she stood near the door she didn't hear the headmaster's usual invitation that always made her wonder how he knew who was behind the door. She figured he might be busy. She pushed open the door without knocking and entered the office room. She saw Albus peering into a mirror which was unusual for him. He was looking at himself thoroughly from the mirror and gave a satisfied smile. He looked up at the now freezing McGonagall and gave a sheepish grin, which was also out of his character.
"Oh hello Pro…Minerva. What may I assist you with?" Albus greeted her with a big smile.
"Oh right, Albus, I think we need to do something for Severus." Professor McGonagall said with a worried expression.
"What about him?" Dumbledore asked casually with a raise of his white eyebrows.
McGonagall fumed, "Albus, don't play around with me. You know he can't go on like this! Do something! As much as I am glad to see him suffer after what he did to Potter, it has to be stopped or he won't be long before he goes insane from mental suffering."
Dumbledore said, "Exactly Minerva! Severus deserved what is right for him. He should have known to be more civilized when dealing with his students. Besides, only Mr. Potter could revive what he did to Severus. You know as much as I do that there's nothing we could do." He paused, and then continued, "Is poppy here?"
McGonagall looked at him strangely before answering, "You know she arrived yesterday. Anyway, why do you ask?"
"I just might have a way to ensure the survival and sanity of Severus." Dumbledore replied casually.
McGonagall looked hopeful, "What is it Albus? How?"
"Tell Poppy to insert Potions through Severus' veins." Dumbledore gave her a more detailed account on what potions and how.
"Thanks Merlin, Albus. I'll just go and tell Poppy now." McGonagall said and turned back to leave. But she turned back to face Dubledore and handed him a sack full of sweets, "Oh I nearly forgot. Here are Lemon Drops and Mars Bars that you asked me to buy."
Dumbledore looked confused before receiving the sweets, "What…oh…thank you Minerva. I am much indebted to you."
McGonagall nodded distractedly from her thoughts. She walked out of the office and headed towards the infirmary. She couldn't help but think that Albus is a bit out of his character. His normally protectiveness of Severus was no where to be seen today. And he didn't even seem to remember that he didn't asked her to buy the sweets. He normally bought them himself or received as a gift from the students' parents.
She nearly bumped into someone who suddenly appeared from the dungeon way. Both of them managed to avoid each other and McGonagall gasped as she saw the person's face. "Albus! When did you get in here!"
"Now, now Minerva, I was just on my way from Severus to my Office." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes. Seeing her rather strange look he continued, "I was just seeing how Severus was doing. He's in a bad shape, I'm afraid." He lost his twinkle at the end of his words.
Seeing that McGonagall was still staring at him, he frowned and asked, "What is the matter Minerva dear? Have you heard of Mr. Potter's whereabouts?"
"N-no Albus." McGonagall stuttered, "I think you should go to your office quickly. There's an Albus in your office while you were with Severus." She finished with an extremely worried expression.
Dumbledore's eyes grew wide. Without a word he disappeared with a loud cracked. McGonagall barely registered that someone had just apparated inside Hogwarts where apparatation was not supposed to be possible before she ran back towards the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore stumbled into his office near his desk. He was beyond exhausted from apparating. It was highly energy consuming to apparate inside Hogwarts, therefore use only as emergency option. The first thing he noticed was the normally snoozing former Heads of Hogwarts. They were now wide-eyed and staring blankly at somewhere. They were staring at the same spot where his highly comfortable chair was. Upon closer inspection, he concluded that the portraits were frozen somewhere between their sentences. Strange…impossible…odd…absolutely impossible…extremely strange…the words swirled in his brain making him dizzy. He looked around and noticed that his pensieve was missing. His panic grew into a full blown fright. He hurried behind his desk and opened the drawer. He slumped down on his chair in relieve when he saw that every items were in the right place, including his sweets.
He popped a lemon drops into his mouth and sucked it tiredly. Suddenly, the office door burst open and a frantic McGonagall flew in. As soon as she saw Dumbledore sitting in his chair, she bombarded him with questions. "Albus, what was this all about? What happened? How do you apparated in Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore held out his hand to stop her and began to explain her. "Oof Oof Oof!" He promptly shut his mouth with utter surprise. He tried to speak again weakly, fearing the worst, "Meow! Meow! I'm a fool! Woop woop!"
He looked at McGonagall desperately for help. McGonagall looked confused for a moment before looking at him with disgust. "Albus! Stop playing around!"
Dumbledore tried again with all his might, "Grrr! I love socks! Psss! You're hot, love!"
Dumbledore's face turn red and his mustache twitched violent. His eyes nearly popped out of his socked. McGonagall looked at Dumbledore helplessly before waving her and wildly, "For Merlin's sake Albus! What is wrong with you?"
Dumbledore tried to say I don't know but came out as, "Hot chick! Boaah!" He promptly shut his mouth again with fears showing in his eyes once in many years. He was afraid of this mysterious incident. He was afraid of the silent intruder that had breached through the strongest wards in Britain. He was more afraid of coming outburst of McGonagall for saying such things to her.
He covered his mouth with both hands and dared to look at McGonagall. McGonagall looked torn between to burst out laughing and to scold him. Her normally stern face looked amusing with such emotions trying to dominate the place on her face.
Dumbledore slowly lowered his hands and tried speaking again, "I'm sorry Minerva." It worked! Albus thought. He decided to further his apology, drawing a little confidence from the previous sentence, "Pssst! I think you're hot! I want Chocolate!" He snapped shut his mouth with an audible 'tuck'.
Dumbledore groaned and ducked under his desk as a curse flew towards him. McGonagall's eyes bugged out as she realized she had just cursed the Headmaster. "Albus, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Dumbledore poked his head out from under the desk and held out his hand to stop her. He, however, didn't dare to try his luck again by speaking. He slumped down in his chair with a heavy sigh and put his head in his hands.
An amused snicker broke through the uncomfortable silence between Dumbledore and McGonagall. They both feel something warm and…strong…passed through them. The Hogwarts wards ripple and shimmered for a brief second. Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up, nearly disappearing under his hairline. He had not felt the wards active since he took over the Headmaster position years ago. 'This is not normal' he thought, fearing the worst. The enemy could be right behind at this moment and he wouldn't know what hit him even if he tried.
"What happened, Albus? I don't know if I could take in anymore surprise today. I've had enough." McGonagall asked. She looked ready to collapse at any moment.
A cheerful voice rang across the room before Dumbledore could say anything, "Don't worry professor. I will leave you in peace now. I'm sorry to give you trouble."
Both professors looked around the room wildly but saw nothing out of ordinary. "Who are you and how did you get in here?" Dumbledore asked not even noticing he could speak normally. He tried to sense the magical aura around the room. All he felt was that of McGonagall's.
Both professors jumped in surprise as a figure materialized out of thin air. A figure with wild messy hair stood before them looking extremely intimidating. A lightening bolt shape scar stood clear on the figure's forehead as a proud trademark of the figure. The figure stood about 6 feet tall. He was wearing muggle jean pant and t-shirt. His face was sharp like a well kept blade. His eyes were staring at the two professors like two sharp daggers. All in all, the figure looked aristocratic.
"Harry?" Both professors whispered with uncertainty in their tones. They were staring disbelievingly at the boy…no…man…before them. Gone were the little scrawny boy's signs. Gone were the scared looks on his eyes. Every negative sign was not to be seen in his feature. They could practically feel…and touch…the power and confidence radiating from the figure.
"Don't tell me you're already forgetting me," Harry said with a mock shock tone. "Good to see you two, professors." Harry gave them a grin which showed his white even teeth. He had shortened his hair to its original length. He preferred its original state to annoyingly long state. He couldn't just figure himself with long hair or with pony tail hanging from his head.
"Harry, what have you done to yourself? Where are your glasses?" Dumbledore seemed to be taking the role of questioning since McGonagall was still staring at Harry disbelievingly. She even had to hold onto the desk in order to support her shaky body.
"Why Albus, you sounds like it's a bad thing to be like this. I got rid of my glasses. Now I could feel the wind freely blowing with my eyes without those obscuring glasses." Harry replied simply.
"It's just that you've changed so much in such a short time. I think I need to sit down." Dumbledore said still not able to process what he was seeing.
Harry's grin widened and snickered, "Albus, might I remind you that you are sitting. And Professor McGonagall, I think you might need a chair." Harry said and out of nowhere a chair appeared right under McGonagall. She slumped down gratefully in it.
Dumbledore gathered his thoughts and asked Harry, "Harry, do you happened to know where the pensieve is?"
"It's you! You were here when Albus was with Severus! I wondered why Albus acted so different." McGonagall blurted out without paying attention to the fact that she was saving Harry from answering the question that he didn't want to answer right now. He had taken the pensieve to study some things that Albus must have hiding from him.
"Ten points to Gryffindor! Yes it was me Minerva. Thanks for the sweet by the way. I think Albus enjoyed the slightly modified version of the sweet you gave me." Harry replied with a big grin.
Comprehension dawn on Dumbledore's face and he chuckled merrily. It had been a long time he found himself the victim of a worthy prank. Yes…this was the first time since the Marauder terrors.
"That was ingenious one if you ask me. I didn't think I was going to be alive from Minerva's wrath…all thanks to you, Harry." Dumbledore said with a merry twinkle in his eyes.
"At your service, Albus," Harry said with a slight bow, "I'll be gladly at your service if you ever need to find out what Minerva's wrath could do."
"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall said, trying to plaster her infamous stern look on her face but forgetting to get rid of a twitch in the corner of her mouth.
"Well then…I must be off. I have something to do. Farewell Albus, Minerva!" Harry disappeared before any of the professors could utter a word. His last words hung in the air, "Just do what I told to Minerva about Severus."
Dumbledore and McGonagall were at a lost of words for so many times in a day. They both waved their hands wildly at the spot where Harry had just been. Their mouths were opening and closing like a fish out of water.
Dumbledore sent a pinching cursed to McGonagall, making her screamed in pain. "Albus! What was that for?"
"I'm merely making sure I'm not dreaming." Dumbledore said distractedly.
McGonagall, seeing Albus deep in thought, let the matter drop and sat quietly. The room went quiet. The only sound that could be heard was Fawkes' feather ruffling.
While Dumbledore and McGonagall were marveling over the event, Harry was scaring the lives out of the Goblins at Gringotts by appearing out of nowhere. Harry was enjoying this kind of traveling and it gave him. He was amused by the reaction he got when he appeared out of thin air.
The Goblins had always been proud of their wards around the bank. The wards had kept numerous accounts of intrusion through out the times from the founding of the bank up until now. Several Dark Lords had tried to breach the wards around the bank but to now avail. Now they were witnessing a miracle that they thought they would never experience. They had just felt their wards were force to let through a stranger before an intimidating figure appeared in the middle of the empty lobby. It was nearly midnight and their duty shifts were about to take place, therefore witnessing the event by nearly 50 of them. Their shifts change twice in every 24 hours: The first group was from midnight to noon, the second group was from noon to midnight.
Harry spoke to the Goblins, "I need to see the President of the bank." Annoyed at the lack of response, he added coldly, "Now!" That triggered all Goblins into action. Two of them disappeared with a crack while the others formed a defensive circle around him. Harry leaned on a desk nearby and looked around at the Goblins lazily. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, oblivious to the Goblins. He wondered his thoughts back to what he saw in Dumbledore's pensieve. He fumed with raged at what he saw, but his face remained as calm as ever. He would make everyone involved in what he saw pay what they had done to him.
Several loud cracks announced the arrival of the ones that he'd been waiting for. He remained still with eyes closed not acknowledging their arrival. He would wait until they present themselves, he decided. After all, he must show who the superior was if he intended to command around the Goblins.
There was a long silence. Neither group deciding to be the first to break the silence. Harry remained silent, leaning on the desk with his eyes closed. After about five minutes of complete silence, the Goblins were defeated in the silence war. An ancient voice spoke up quietly, but firmly, "I demand to know how you got in here, stranger."
Harry kept silent, not bothering to even open his eyes. He leaned on the desk as still as a stone. He could feel irritation and anger boiled up around him, making the air rippled with too much power. He could make out the outline figure of the Goblins around him with his eyes closed. He practiced the art of listening as a bat, the gift that the old monk of Shoaling had given him. Things became sharp and he could make out what is what. He could even make out how many wrinkles the Goblin closest to him had, considering how many wrinkles a Goblin had while visible.
"Speak up you human!" Another anger filled voice demanded coldly. Harry stayed unnerved by the voice that could make even Dumbledore shivered. He decided to stay with his act. He yawned widely without opening his eyes. Suddenly the air around the room went heavy with power and a strong, powerful force headed toward Harry with incredibly speed. Harry knew this would come in the end and had been prepared for this. Besides, his sharp sense kept him updated what was happening with the Goblins. Even a movement of a skin twitched was known to him, let alone the force that someone tried to harm him.
Harry motioned his left hand in circular movement, stopping the forced effectively. While the force suspended in the air he pushed his right hand to the force. The force returned to where it came from. There was an ear deafening boom as the force impact with something. It was quickly followed by something or someone being thrown to the hard wall with a sharp crack.
Harry opened his eyes slowly and looked around the Goblins coldly. He stood up straight, towering every Goblins. He swept his eyes around the room and saw that an ancient Goblin with expensive battle robs was pinned on the wall with invisible force. Blood was trickling down from the corner of its mouth and from its nose. He seemed to be knocked out cold.
Harry warned the gathering Goblins with icy voice, not even bothering to pretend to be cheerful, "Be careful who you are dealing with Goblins. I will not tolerate any more violence. I had thought better of you than to attack without warning."
Some Goblins gulped visibly, while the rest paled. Harry's eyes bored onto one Goblin and barked out loudly, making the Goblin shook violently, "Griphook!"
Griphook looked he might collapsed, but looked surprised a human speaking his name. No human had ever spoken a Goblin's name…not since Lord Grindelwald anyway. Griphook stepped out shakily and tried to speak with all his voice, "W-what d-do ya want?"
"How long have you been working here?" Harry asked with the same icy tone.
"A century ago," Griphook replied quietly, not wanting to anger the human who looked ready to murder him at any moment. He had never been this frightened before, not even Lord Grindelwald first came to Gringotts.
"And how long have you been working for the Potters?" Harry continued, never lowering his icy tone level.
"27 years after I started working at Gringotts." Griphook replied, his dread increasing with every answer he was giving. He sensed where this was leading, and hope it never come to that. But his wished was shattered by the next question from the human.
"You knew who Lord of the Potter family is? And you knew what the principles of the Potter family all along those years?"
Griphook could only nod weakly. He knew what was coming next.
"You know what a Lord of the Potter could do to you, don't you?" Harry asked, his eyes and tone became sharper with every word.
Griphook couldn't even nod this time and his knees buckled and gave way to the floor. His eyes, filled with fear, looked up at Harry weakly. He said shakily, "I…I…"
Harry cut him off, "And you know who the last Lord of Potter." Harry leaned down closer to Griphook who was cowering under his intense stare, "Be sure that you will be dealt with shortly, Griphook. I am highly disappointed with you."
Harry straightened up and looked around once again. He saw all Goblins including high ranking ones looking with wide eyes at the commotion between him and Griphook. They didn't seem to remember a word to speak out loud. Harry looked at two Goblins with the same expensive dress as the one on the wall and pointed his finger at them, "You two, when are you going to inform me about the will of Lord Black? Did you even think to inform me at all?"
The said two snapped out of their stupor and tried to look unnerved by Harry's sharp piercing stares. "What is it to do with you if we tell you or not? Don't try to order around human!" They snapped.
Harry's stare went cold, sending chills through the Goblins' spines. He snapped his fingers and one of them sailed through the room to the wall where his companion was. He met the same fate as his companion, being pinned to the wall painfully.
"Don't make me angry, you greedy goblin, I'll chopped your head off."
The other Goblins raised their hands together, forming a tight circle around Harry. Slowly, a white light glowed from the joint hands and a light doom began to form around Harry. Harry felt the air got heavy with the power from the Goblins. He was quite surprised by the amount of power the Goblin's could make. However, he was not worried the least. He raised his right hands over his head. He stood straight, right hand over his head, left hand just over his waist with palm up, and eyes closed. His posture looked like a sharp sward standing straight, ready to for whatever may come. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and his right hand splashed down from right to left. A bright red light shot out from his palm and cut the light doom diagonally. The doom split into two like cheese was cut with a knife. The Goblins' hands parted abruptly making the doom to explode outward. The Goblins were thrown across the room, knocking over the benches and the counters. Immediately, the tight, neat lobby became a mess with turned-over chairs, desks, and other items.
Harry stood still with eyes glowing forest green. His messy hair was moving like a bunch of tiny snakes. The sight of him was both fascinating and unnerving. The wind was swirling around him like a faithful servant. Harry spoke with a far away tone, "You Goblins have breached my limit. You have broken your promised to Lord Grindelwald. You shall face the consequences as your have agreed to Him. You are hereby subject to surrender Gringotts Bank, Northern Branch, to Harry James Potter, Lord Potter, Heir of the Black Throne, by the order of Lord Grindelwald according to the treaty of 1929 which states 'In return to the Mercy of Lord Grindelwald upon the Head of Goblins, the Goblin population shall never in any circumstances attack or attempt to harm the Heir of Lord Harold Sharten Potter Grindelwald. Should by any chance the Goblins breached said treaty, the Heir of Lord Grindelwald may execute the whole population of the Gringotts responsible for attempt murder or that said Gringotts branch may surrender to the Heir of Lord Grindelwald. The words of the Heir shall be the final and the Goblins shall comply Him every word.' You have been ordered and the order shall be carried out."
The wind around the room became more violent. Every Goblin felt something beyond their power was forcing them to kneel before the human against their will. However their minds went numb before they knew and they crawled toward Harry on their knees and bowed deeply. Harry spread his hands and ordered, "Rise!" The Goblins scrambled up and stood with heads bowed, waiting for further order.
"The head of Northern Gringotts Branch, come forward and state the current situation of the Bank's functioning." Harry said with authoritative voice.
The remaining goblin with expensive robs stepped forward and bowed, "I am Driphole the Greedy, Master. The Northern Branch of Gringotts is currently holding 329,830 ordinary accounts, 41 high security accounts, and 3 unreachable accounts. We deal businesses of all kind, ranging from ice-cream shop to the Ministry Top Secrete Research. We make 2.222 million galleons every hour. We have 12 Dragon Guards, 33 curse breakers, 50 researchers, 206 business advisors, 500 employees, and 3 heads of Northern Gringotts Bank. 250 out of 1500 employees are fully trained security guards. The remaining 1250 takes care of the daily functioning of the bank."
Harry was stunned by the information he was getting. If he was surprised, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he asked, "What are the 3 unreachable accounts?"
Driphole the Greedy replied, head bowed down, "Two of them have not been touch for centuries since the founding of this bank. The remaining one, however, was once opened in 1890 by young Lord Grindelwald. It had not been opened for centuries before that and it has been over a century after Lord Grindelwald."
"The other two?" Harry asked.
"Vault number one was that of the Founders of Hogwarts. It was the first vault to open at this bank. The second one, vault number 3, was that of the Evans. Its owners vanished as soon as it was being made after the Potter vault, vault number 2. Our research team found out that the Evans had vanished into the muggle world after their victory over the Daemon Lord Nutan who had yet to cross from the Daemon realm to human realm. While Nutan was in the process of crossing the realm, the Edgeer Evans and his wife somehow manage to close the realm door, stopping the Daemon Lord from ever entering this world. It was not well known due to the fact that not many of the wizarding world knew the plans of the Daemon Lord. We only know because the Evans, as all our customers, had to give their background information for future reference. Our research team had to work 3 years just to gather enough information."
"My mother was an Evans. Did you find out about her?" Harry asked curiously.
"Yes, Master, we found out she was indeed the heiress of the Evans, the owner of vault number 3. As soon as we were sure that she was the one, we contacted Albus Dumbledore, her magical guardian, to let her know her birth right heritage. Somehow, we were force to remain silent without a reason. Albus Dumbledore banned us from telling her anything and since he was her magical guardian, we could do nothing."
Harry fumed at the revelation. His mother was banned from inheriting her birthright heritage by some old crooked nose fool. What right did he do such thing? That fool!
"Did he also tell you not to let me know that I am the Heir of Grindelwald and Lord Potter?" Harry asked, already guessing what the answer might be.
End of Chapter (9)
