Red hair fell in front of sharp green eyes, the gleam inside of them as harder as steel, colder than the white death. A lazy smile stretched across the woman's face, not at all matching the look in her eyes.
"Irontooth," her voice so calm that it made shivers run down the Goblin's spine, her entire being screaming an unpredictable danger, "I have no wish to pull my ties from Gringotts, but I will if you start to become a liability. I am not above taking away 2 of the richest families from this establishment. So now, answer my question. Did 2 children, more specifically two 14-year-old children, come to this establishment? By the name of Astaron and Amaya."
"Ms. Evans-" A growl cut him off.
White teeth bared themselves in an animalistic manner, the Siren inside of her threatening to submerge this entire bank in water. "Mrs. Riddle, Irontooth. I want no disrespect shown to my husband."
The Goblin bowed his head. "Mrs. Riddle, you know under the Gringott's policy we cannot reveal the information of our customers a-"
A pair of hands slammed onto his desk, green eyes showing the vengeance of a Siren. "If they are my children, I do believe it does not matter. As their parent and guardian, I have the right to know. According to Gringott's policy of course."
Irontooth drummed his fingers, breathing easier as the Lady moved away from his desk. "Are you sure you saw them? This is a very heavy things to say Mrs. Riddle."
"Yes, I am. Now will you tell me?" Pale skin grew translucent, green eyes glossing over. Sirens were called sea demons for a reason.
The goblin shuffled through a few papers before bringing up a stack. "Two children by the name of Astaron Emilion Riddle and Amaya Thana Riddle came into the Diagon Alley Establishment of Gringotts. They requested 2 blood tests, 2 keys, blocks, and glamours tests, as well as the Heirships they are entitled to. 17 galleons were taken from the Slytherin and Gryffindor Vault respectively on the 31st of July 1994. The 2nd of August 1994, 100 galleons was taken by Amaya Riddle for shopping purposes. Monthly letters are to be mailed to them pertaining the transactions that were made from the vaults, as well as certain, ah, procedures to be sure no unlawful transactions were made from their vaults. A letter is to be shown to the Goblin manager of the vault, showing that the request had been approved by one of the heirs, their signature to be written in Veritaserum ink. The Lord or Lady of the house is the only one able to override such thing and needn't show any letter."
He began speaking again after he took a few breaths. "That is all that is noteworthy, everything else was simply explanations.
She gave a soft smile; her children were smart and showed some knowledge of business. The smile slipped off her face as she turned her attention to the Goblin once more. "Since it seems that I don't have to pull my family names from this bank, I have one other question. Why would they need the test for keys, blocks, and glamours? Who were they before they cleared it all up?"
The hesitance showed itself once more causing her anger to flare up once more. "T-that- That is classified Mrs. Riddle. You wi-"
She stood and stormed out, her magic leaking from her tall figure.
Red hair slowly turned brown, frightening green eyes melted into a silver, full pink lips thinning and darkening. Her voice was calm and smooth as she spoke, dripping with a deep malice. "Due to the incompetence of the Goblin, Irontooth, the O'Meara Family and the Gryffindor Family will be sinking all ties with the Gringotts Bank in 72 hours if this interference is not rectified immediately. Another establishment will be sought out and perhaps they will not fare as badly."
The doors in front of the bank slammed open as she strode out, her powerful figure crackling with magic. The crowds of Diagon Alley parted for her, many shying away from the powerful Lady.
A hawks' cry filled the silencing air of the Alley, landing gracefully on the outstretched arm providing. "Aphrodite." The majestic animal ruffled her feathers as she gripped the flesh carefully as to not hurt her mistress as the letter was untied.
A smile stretched onto the pale face.
It was from Ravan.
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'Gringotts. Letter. Narcissa.'
The 3 words coursed through the mind of Lucius Malfoy as he walked through his Manor with speed, his grey eyes smoldering. His cane hit the ground with a thump as he made his way to his study; surely his wife was already there and waiting for him. Paper crinkled in his hand as rage and fear coursed through him.
He opened the door to his study as calmly as he possibly could, cursing violently when he saw it was empty.
"Gabby!" The female house elf popped in; her eyes cast downward as she bowed lowly.
"What Master needs done?"
"Where's Narcissa?"
"Mistress Cissy is being in the stables. With horsies, giving num-nums to them." Lucius nodded before turning away, making his way to the stables.
Impatience twisted inside his gut as he walked, a scowl morphing on his face. The letter was crumbled more as his fist clenched around it tighter. The wax seal dug into his palm, but he could care less at the moment. All he was focused on right now was getting to his wife and getting to Gringotts.
The whining of horses reached his ears, causing him to relax marginally while he immediately began searching for his wife. After a few moments, Lucius found her sitting with the foals, petting them and feeding the mothers. Her soothing voice filled the air around her as she spoke to them kindly, the melodic lilt in her speech causing a peaceful atmosphere around the area.
Lucius relaxed more than he would have liked, his mind calmed by her voice. His creature purred at the sight, the sight of its mate always calming. A love and devotion pacified some of the anger and fear, instead turning fear into determination; the anger was not going to be easily swayed. Oh no, it was very steady in the way it was boiling, gradually gaining more and more heat.
"My love." Narcissa whipped around at his voice, a smile gracing her delicate features before turning into a look of worry.
"Lucius, what is wrong? Has something happened with Draco?" He shook his head, watching her shoulders loosen slightly; her son was the most important thing to her, Lucius knew that.
He cleared his throat before sighing. "A letter was delivered this afternoon, from Gringotts." Alarm shone through her blue irises.
"What about?"
Lucius closed his eyes before speaking. "Blocks; more specifically, to our memory and magic."
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Theodore Nott turned to another corridor of the extensive amounts of halls in Hogwarts. It got annoying sometimes, especially now when he had to go across practically the entirety of Hogwarts to make it to his next class.
Now was one of those times that he wondered if the headmaster purposely made the Slytherin schedules like this; just so that they could barely make it to their next class.
Swearing in Latin as the stairway he was on began to shift, he practically flew down the rest of the steps, leaping from the staircase to the floor once he was close enough. Grunting, he began walking once more, annoyance tingling through him. Theo checked the time on his watch before swearing violently and sprinting through the halls. 'Screw pureblood decorum. I'm not going to be late for Runes. I might as well just play a prank on Professor McGonagall if I wanted to lose points for Slytherin.' The Runes Professor was far from kind, not particularly understanding when a student is late because of the staircases. If you were late by more than 60 seconds, you'll lose 15 points, and it was only the 3rd day of school!
A warm scent stopped him, his elven creature pushing to the forefront of his mind. It was hot and spicy, but with a sweetish edge to it... honey? A purr rumbled through his chest as blue-grey eyes began swiveled around, searching for the location of the scent. The runes on his neck and arms glowed faintly at the scent of his mate.
"Theodore Nott." The voice was tantalizing, laced with a terribly erotic tone.
His mate was half-siren, half-veela, both very sexual creatures, Theo realized belatedly.
He stiffened when he felt a presence behind him, the scent nearly overwhelmingly strong and causing a pounding in his head. He made not a single move as a finger traced over his shoulder blades, up on the base of his neck and down his spine; only his moving chest showing that he was alive.
"So much control... look at me. Only move your head." Without really thinking much, he turned his head. Immediately, he met deep pools of chocolate, the darkness of them sending shivers through his body; he didn't dare let his eyes venture elsewhere.
"A gentleman too..."
Lips barely brushed his own, moving back before he could do anything. Smooth fingertips brushed the corners of his eyelids, causing his to close his eyes. A breathy laugh met his ears, his lips twitching into a smile at the lovely sound.
A paper was grazed against his fingers, instantly causing his hand to close around it. The fingers moved from where they were tracing lines over his cheeks and lips replaced them. Then they were gone, the presence disappearing, taking the tempting scent along with them.
He counted to 10 before opening his eyes and regaining a natural position. Theo was vaguely aware of the bell ringing, signaling classes had started but he really couldn't care less. His mate came to him and that was far more important than any points that were going to be taken from his house.
Eyes trailing over the letter, he read the words written on the vague note.
Seventh Floor, Left Corridor; Friday, 1700. Follow the scent.
A.T.R
Theo smiled and pocketed the note.
His mate was a little minx.
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Holy fuck! I managed to update within the month of March. That's pretty cool and quite the accomplishment I'll say.
I know all of you can probably guess who the lady at Gringotts is. And yes, it is she, but I thought it sounded really nice like that, and I wanted to have a little bit of fun with that... If you put your guess in the comments, no I'm not going to confirm it because where's the fun in that?
The splitting of the chapters actually helped me some, giving me ideas as well. How that happened and formed, I don't know but it helped me gain some more ideas for the and form it even better. Gradual progress, gradual progress...
HOPE ALL IS WELL!
