Dauntless Dimensions

Chapter III

The Daunted Home World

Hiro Yevon as Harry Potter guessed he could use his old name again when he appeared in the middle of a crowded street back on his home world. He looked around as people swerved to avoid him to see men, women, and children excitedly hunting around the cobbled stone path of the shopping district. He looked around to see blatant signs of magic so knew he had gotten the right place; he just had to find Gringotts Bank to see whether he did have money or something left by his birth parents.

Harry looked around at the many shops. They had open glass windows, and he had landed next to the ice cream shop, which out of most of the places in his line of sight was nicely kept and clean. It had ice creams of many different flavours and he could barely believe that they actually did cake flavoured ice cream. He would have to try some of that once he had dealt with everything he had to deal with.

The people were odd, wearing robes, which even back home with his sister and dad they hadn't worn robes in hundreds of years. Though, in many ways that other world was both more advanced and more primitive when compared to this world. However, Harry frowned as some people were moving as if they weren't wearing clothes underneath, and he looked up as the sun fanned down on them. It was a hot day and if he didn't have things to do, he would have removed his coat and bought a cake flavoured ice cream, not wear a robe like a dress.

At least the people wore different coloured robes, and some of them wore normal clothes under the robes, or didn't wear robes at all as they were wearing shorts and tee shirts, but they were getting some dirty looks form some robe wearers. It was amusing, it was as if they didn't realise, they could cut back to some shorts and tees too.

Harry thought about that, and nodded. It must be a wizard thing. His mother had a non-magical family, so it must arise in mortals all the time. Then the wizards and witches who have had it in the family for generations didn't like the first or second new-generationers coming along and being different. It was odd as Harry would have loved some shorts, but it seemed those running the place seemed to be a little too in love with traditional stuff. If he knew how hot it would be that day, he would have worn shorts and a tee shirt and put his coat away, but the UK normally wasn't that hot, but then it was summer.

Shrugging that thought off, Harry shook his head as he could see that the older generations didn't much care for the younger – or something like that – he was sure that not all mage were that arrogant or ignorant. He hoped at least. That would make his mission to save his world and punish its wrong doers all the more difficult.

"Hey moron, watch where you apparate!"

Harry was startled as a burly man with an accent was up in his face, glaring at him. Harry frowned before he realised apparate must be teleport to them, so he apparated out in front of people, startling them, and causing some to nearly fall down. He would have to remember that for further knowledge, and try to apparate to a back alley out of the way or something next time.

"Whoa, sorry, I'm new to it!" he quickly said, hoping the large man would just go away and leave him alone. It was strange speaking English again and was sure he picked up a slight change in accent.

"Sorry is not good enough!" he said with a sneer. His teeth were filthy, and he was wearing robes that were too small as they bulged against his bare fat. "I think you owe me compensation, you filthy, mud-blood!" he said smugly.

It was an amusing insult Harry thought as he raised his left eyebrow and smiled. "Oh… well okay," he agreed to the man's surprise. "Why don't we step over here," he said leading the man to the window of the ice cream parlour out of the way of pedestrians where loads of kids sat eating ice creams with parents in the opened shop.

Harry was walking away from the window a moment later while the huge man slid down it with his head bloodied. He knew he could count on magic for unbreakable glass. The kids inside could only stare in awe, some of the boys grinning in delight, except one fat boy who rushed out to check on his father.

Smiling as it was turning out to be a good day, as Harry had already gotten to beat up a moron who was outclassed and outmatched, and he had arrived in the correct place. Harry now just had to find the bank. He took a stroll looking through windows of bookshops, and a quidditch store that sold real flying broomsticks. He had to stare at them for a while for it to sink it. They looked awesome, he supposed. He would have to get himself a broom sometimes so he could fly around everywhere he couldn't teleport; it beat walking.

Then Harry came to a wand shop. He thought he might as well walk in and see whether he could buy a wand when his eyes caught something a bit further down. Looking back into the wand shop where some old man hid under an illusion to scare the hell out of new first years, or anyone, for a bit of fun no doubt when they came in, and all of the dirt and grime that covered the shop before changing his mind and walking a little further down.

Harry smiled as he entered the newer and spotlessly clean wand shop. It was nice and the wooden floor was spotlessly clean and polished with shelves around him with wands of different colours and materials from woods to plastic, and even fabrics.

The store carried all sorts of extras from little doilies with collectable figures that attach to the end of wands to notepads, pencils, notebooks, pens, backpacks, and holsters for wands of different colours and styles with patterns, some for kids that matched the toy collectables. He wandered around flabbergasted that it was so bright and clean compared to most of what he had seen in the alley.

"E-excuse m-me…?"

He turned to see a blonde girl wearing a name badge on her right breast saying "Wand Gadget Shop" 'Lisa' "Pleased to Help". She looked nervous and he wondered whether the blue-eyed girl had ever served a customer before. He would have thought that they would have been crowded with kids to get attachments for their wands, especially the girls as he eyed cute little bunnies and kittens that they would love.

"…can I help you?" she finished; her cheeks tinted red.

"Yep," he agreed with a wide grin. "I'm new in town and looking to buy a new wand. I did check out that place a couple doors down, but the place was filthy, and only had some creepy old man, but here, I get a cute girl serving me, much better!"

"U-umm… thanks," she said blushing deeper than before. "I-it's hard to start a business in the magical world. They're all so caught on the traditional places, even though we're cheaper, and they want to use quills and inkwells even though we have pens. They're crazy," she said with a sad sigh.

Harry frowned as he thought about that. "How about giant colourful signs?" he suggested thoughtfully. "Then for every wand sold give away a free toy to get the kids hooked. Then for every new first year, twenty percent off a new wand holster?! Everybody loves a bargain! Use their acceptance letters like vouchers and keep their names and addresses and then once a month send them a flyer about new toys or special offers."

"And who are you?"

They were interrupted as a busty blonde woman exited from a back room. She was stacked and liked to flaunt it. The girl looked like a smaller version of her so she must have been her mother. Her name tag said her name was 'Lizzy'.

"Hiro Yevon!" he said with a cheeky bow. "I'm just here to shop, but seems like a waste not to advertise. Trust me on this… maybe you could also send a cute girl like this one out with some discount vouchers to drum up business. I think to make money you need to spend as much as you can; even if you have to take a few hits it would be better than folding to a cesspool like that other wand shop. I would feel humiliated to lose to that dive."

"You're a businessman?" Lizzy asked hopefully. "We could use some proper business advice. It can be hard as most places are inherited and if not, they would fill a missing niche, and then the purebloods like to keep dives like Ollivanders afloat. I thought I would use my warding and rune talent to make something better, but still, they go to Ollivanders wand shop."

"Not really a business man, but my family does run its… own business I suppose," Harry said thoughtfully while shrugging. "And it is kind of common sense to advertise and offer discounts and sale prices to drum up interest!" he said, grinning. "You want people to notice you, and then when the kids come along, most not caring about something new, liking it in fact will force their parents' hands, and the cheaper prices and better quality will speak for itself. That other wand shop tries to run just off the income of a wand, which is why it would be dearer because it can't be often that people would buy one, but you can run off other revenues too, so you can sell cheaper, have sales, and because of the differences in wands people will come in for new colours or patterns, and everything."

Harry chuckled a little as she wrote some things down while he looked around, touching the odd wand before picking one up. It was a black-grey with little imprinted dots running the length with a black leather-bound handle. He could feel it swimming with energy and grinned as Lisa had followed him.

She smiled at his look. "Carbon Fibre!" she said brightly. "Lunar Fairy blood stabilised in a solution of mercury core," she said reading the label from where he found it.

"Then I think I'll take it!" he said while she nodded readily and watched him strap on a simple black wand holster upside down on his left forearm. It had a metal plate that ran on the underside of his arm.

The wand slid in perfectly.

"Thanks," he said before reading the prices and shrugged as he didn't know what they meant and pulled out two gold tiles and handed then to the wide-eyed girl, "and here, a tip for great service with a friendly smile," he finished giving her a small tile for herself.

Harry gave the blushing girl a wink and quickly exited the shop, back out into the street. He was pleased with his purchase. That was money well spent, even if he was certain he paid over the odds, he didn't mind. They were nice people, and smoking hot, so he felt good doing a nice thing for them both. Though, he felt that was conceited, but he was cool so he didn't care.

In the shop Lisa watched her mums' eyes widen as she ran a wand over the three small tiles. "Pure gold," she muttered in awe while turning as she watched Hiro Yevon slip away into the crowd.

It was after a few moments that Harry realized he should have probably asked one of the girls' which way to Gringotts Bank. However, after a quick sweep of the street with his eyes he saw some rich jerks. They were easy to recognize from their turned-up noses, sneering faces, and black silk robes done up neatly to show normal people that they weren't wearing clothes under, well he hoped they at least wore underwear. Going commando was okay when wearing trousers, but wearing a 'dress' was a no go.

The man carried a black cane with silver skull head, and had long, lose platinum blonde hair and cold grey eyes while his son had an angled face and his short platinum blonde hair slicked back with grease. They were both pale enough that they had obviously not gotten enough sun, but then he had heard about rich nobles before, breeding in among themselves and coming out with abnormalities, low tolerance to the sun seemed to be top of the list a long with weak bodies, so they marked both boxes.

Harry shrugged as he walked over to them while the man was dragging the boy from the quidditch shop, and he couldn't help but find the boys indignation amusing.

"Excuse me!" Harry interrupted them, and he had never seen two people glare so hard that he felt their hate and he had never met them before. Did people like this practice that? "Umm… well, I'm new to the magical world and was wondering whether you could point me towards Gringotts Bank?"

The man sneered harder, turning his nose up. "And what are you supposed to be!?" he demanded with a superior tone. "A filthy mud-blood, or filthier muggle!?" he continued sneering harder than ever and Harry figured the man must have practiced in the mirror.

"I don't know what a muggle is!" he replied with a shrug before he realised. "Oh, that must be what you call the rest of the human race because you're a freaking retard!" he said, pumping his right fist into his left palm. "If you must know, though," he continued, ignoring the anger in the man's face. "My mother was a witch born from no magic, but my dad… not too sure actually, but whatever. Insult my mother again and I won't be so nice!"

"Are you threatening me?!" the man demanded, spittle coming from his lips while he held his cane in his left hand, holding the silver skull in his right.

"Say it, don't spray it; were you born in a hovel or something?!" he asked laughing when suddenly the man drew a wand from his cane but Harry already had his sword in hand. It extended to full length as it touched the man's throat. Harry slammed him into to quidditch shop window and the man froze with his arms against the window as it caught his balance, and his son watched on in horror.

"Now instead of insulting my mother, I believe you were about to give me directions!" he said coldly as his emerald eyes were nearly alight with power.

"T-the m-marble b-building at the end of the a-alley!" he quickly stuttered out as he felt the sharpness of the blade on his skin and looked into those cold eyes. "G-Gringotts Wizarding Bank!"

His son could only stare, unable to do anything, and many people just walked passed, some even watching with grins, pointing and laughing. It seemed like this man had no friends when a large man charged from behind.

Harry moved back and sidestepped; the man crashed into the blonde man, toppling them to the floor and knocking himself out on the window. Harry recognised the large man from earlier. He had been trying to mug him. His son watched in as much shock as the blonde boy as their parents were being toyed with.

"Crabbe you fool!" the blonde man hissed out angrily as he extracted himself and stood up, eying Harry with caution he slid his wand back into his cane as he eyed the oddly made sword. "This isn't a boy you can charge at!" he hissed out before turning to his son. "Let's go Draco!" he said, grabbing his sons' arm and pulling him after him.

"Dad!" the boy whined. "Why didn't you teach that mud-blood a lesson…!?"

"Because I don't feel like dying today!" he said, looking straight ahead and not looking back.

Harry's sword folded back, and was soon back in its holster on the back of his waist, back under his coat. He got a few cheers and handshakes from some people who liked to see the 'Malfoy's' put down a few pegs, and looking at 'Crabbe', knocking him out was an extra bonus as his son tried waking him again as blood polled down his head.

Shrugging Harry was happy to head towards the huge marble building at the end of the alley. He could have asked anyone, but the damage with the loser and his son had already been done. He stopped on the steps up to the bank where two wrinkled creatures in golden armour stood either side of the doors with long magical spears.

They stood up straighter when he stopped to scrutinise them. They didn't budge an inch while he watched them, but their eyes watched his every movement.

"Goblins," Harry muttered to himself but they never tried to correct him, and he wouldn't have thought they would.

Harry waited a few moments more before giving them a nod each of respect before continuing up the steps into the magnificent marble building. It was lined with tall desks with many goblins busy working, and plenty of humans annoying them and being rude.

He sighed, shaking his head before he noticed a new goblin climbing up to a desk and made a gesture for him to step up as he took the 'gone to lunch' sign down, which was written in English and some kind of squiggly writing he took to be goblin that said 'stupid humans can't read this', and he found it amusing.

"Hi!" Harry said with a grin. "I was hoping I could speak with someone about any accounts I might have from my parents, and set up a new account."

"Very well, Mr.…?"

"Yevon, Hiro Yevon!" he answered the goblins question as he wrote some notes down.

"If you would follow me, Sir, I believe-."

"Oy, boy, out of the way!" interrupted a smug voice.

Harry turned around and glared at the man in the pinstripe suit with his lime green bowler hat. He was a plump man, and he lost every bit of bravado he had before as Harry didn't show any sign of recognition. The man was backed by a large black man and a man with a devil goatee. They were wearing blue robes with law style badges over their chests.

"Can't you see this nice gentleman was dealing with me?" Harry asked, gesturing the goblin, shocking all as he used such polite and respectful, though human terms for the goblin, the goblin more than anyone. "If you have to see someone wait in line like everybody else."

"Now see here!" the man retorted. "I'm the Minister of Magic! I'm very-!"

"Well if you're the minister then I'm sure you'll set a good example and wait your turn!" he said, turning back to the goblin. "Well mate, where were we?" he asked, thinking when a man reached to grab his shoulder. "Dude, touch me and I will knock you out and beat your pathetic minister into a hospital!" he said when he suddenly felt something poking his back and sighed.

He turned his head to see the black man towering over him, though funnily looked like he was pushing himself up on his toes, but he stopped glaring down as he heard the swish and looked down to see the long silver blade pressed against his crouch.

"Can you shoot me before I've cut 'it' off?" Harry asked and he felt the wand slowly leaving his back and he found it amusing as near everyone was watching the show.

"I thought not," Harry replied with a polite smile. "Now, I'm going to finish up here, leave with my bank teller, and you're going to wait your turn," he said as the Minister saw the blade pointing at him.

"Of-of course, where are my manners!?" he said and Harry's sword swished back, back into his coat when he had to step around a spell that smashed into the goblins desk, shaking it.

Harry raised his left hand, palm out. "Aero!" he hissed and a huge swirl of light green wind picked up and blew all three of the men back, crashing down into the far wall as they skidded the last few feet.

"Enough!"

It was a regal looking goblin as the ministers' men had been about to get up as Harry had made sure not to hurt them too much. He turned to Harry with a bow while several armed goblins charged in, coming to a stop, spears pointed at the minister and party before the goblin who had been dealing with Harry whispered something to his boss, and the boss turned to the minister.

"Minister Fudge!" he said angrily. "I have told you before, no cutting in line. If someone chooses to let you go first, I don't care but I do not take kindly to customers of your low wealth in my bank bullying customer, and even if you had more wealth I wouldn't care!" he said coolly before looking back to Harry. "If you would follow me, sir!" he said, about to lead the way when Fudge spoke up.

"H-he attacked me and my aurors, with a sword and then magic!" he said snidely. "You don't allow wizards to use magic in your bank. T-this is your land and he broke your laws!"

The new goblin eyed Fudge for a moment before he gave him a wicked grin. "Yes… and I chose not to care. Self-defence after all, and all of the goblins here are witness to your continued attacks!" he said while other goblins nodded and the minister sulked. Harry would have to see about punishing the greedy self-centred twerp.

"Please sir, this way," he said, leading Harry through some large oak double doors.

"It is good to see you looking so well Sire!" the goblin said once he led Harry into a large office. It was simple with a wooden desk and a comfortable leather chair at one end, and another the other side. The goblin took his seat while shuffling papers, and Harry took his, eyebrow raised. "We don't normally offer refreshments Sir, but if you would like something I shall have it brought in?"

"Umm… no thank you!" he replied, shrugging. " I think we should just get down to business. I'm sure I have way too much to be doing anyway, but I am curious… do you know who I am?" he asked after a few thoughtful moments.

"Oh yes, it has been foretold," the goblin agreed, nodding. "You are Harry James Potter, God of Heroes!"

"Well okay then," Harry said slowly. "What is it exactly you want from me?"

"To the point, I like that," the goblin said with a feral grin. "We only want fair representation within the ministry!" he said with a nod. "Even the Light Side of Magic looks down on us, saying they want to make change for us but never following through. If we have our place, we can make our voices be heard. We made a deal with Albus Dumbledore many years ago, and sided against Voldemort, but he has never come through with our deal… always fobbing us off with our concerns."

"I see-," Harry began with a frown. "That sounds like the Dumbledore I have heard about… when Dumbledore and Voldemort have fallen, you will have what you were promised. All I ask is you either help me or stay out of my way, and for you to make it your priority to not hinder me, and we're all good."

The goblin let out a breath and grinned. "An honour to serve you in any way that we can as an outside party, Sire," he replied gratefully. "The Goblin Clans shall be pleased to hear of your word. But excuse my manners, you may call me Mr. Manager… within Gringotts Bank it is of the highest rank… but my name in Kandahar," he said his name in grunt like sounds mixed with normal human sounds. "It means-."

"Black book," Harry answered to his surprise. "Like a black credit card. You are living up to your name."

Mr. Manager laughed hard for a moment. "In deed I am, but I've still never seen a black credit card, or black book for that matter."

"Someday," Harry suggested, amused. "But, how do you know about me?"

The goblin smiled slightly. "Humans aren't the only species with seers," he began. "They foretold your existence, one years ago. The evening of a muggle-born mages funeral… and the day Harry Potter left this world. We're rather good at maths and realised who this new god was likely to be, and here you are.

"It was also foretold that you would return from your self-imposed exile. If you had yet to hear Sir, Mr. Dumbledore is not having much of a good year as his wards had been discovered after your little show and tell during your friends' funeral. His cousin had quite a lot to say that is still revibrating through that foolish old human.

"You're set to have many people from both sides of… shall we say the line of the light and dark trying to make pacts or deals to secure their future, their safety, or just because they want something, someone to believe in. They won't know of what you are, but maybe they'll need you to be their hope. However, Dumbledore has committed some other, more pressing crimes against your inheritance however.

"It was at a time of great strife, so I'm afraid it has only just been noticed. And because of Voldemort's minions: The Death Eaters, and with your parents' murder," he sighed and Harry held in a groan. It didn't seem to be too bad, maybe more tiring than anything.

"I'm afraid Dumbledore took great liberty with some of your accounts," Mr. Manager said while frowning as he seemed to have to gather his thoughts, as he pulled his hands back from the desk and pulled back a large brown ledger before opening to some pages. "Dumbledore is tricky and rather clever, and using some temporary laws to supersede your mothers and father will. He gave himself guardianship of you, and is close to losing any right to mind children because of what he did, which could lose him his position as headmaster because of this… just a few nudges and I think he would at least fall from the school within a year or two given the right pressure in the right places.

"He had then used your family's wealth too…" the goblin trailed off with a sigh and shake of his head before going on with a small smile. "Because of the damage the Death Eaters liked to inflict on property it had become next to impossible to insure shops, and homes, not to mention the content. That was because insurance companies, ourselves included had to protect themselves, and created Death Eater premiums, which were too expensive for most to afford, especially if they fought against the Death Eaters.

"That left many people without, shops destroyed, homes in ruin, and people would have had to change, and adapt. They would never afford to rebuild the way things were. Therefore, Albus Dumbledore came to your vaults for the money. However," he stalled Harry with a grin

"In a fit of guilt or genius he wrote it all as loans," the goblin continued. "But the contracts left interest rates blank, and these people signed them," he said smirking smugly.

"They haven't paid any interest rates, have they?" Harry asked, surprised so many people could be that stupid.

"They haven't paid anything!" Mr. Manager replied with a wicked grin as Harry's eyes widened. "This means, according to the standard contracts Mr. Dumbledore used, we can foreclose on everyone unless of course, other arrangements could be made to repay the debts."

"Of course…!" Harry agreed thoughtfully. "May I…?" he asked, gesturing the ledger, and the goblin slid it over. He looked through it to his vaults. He owned a few, and was quite wealthy from what he could tell from reading it. The Potter family was ancient and scrimpers. "Maybe we could make some arrangements," he said flipping through the pages of the book.

"I don't want to put any kids out on the street, but I don't think their parents or guardians should get away with thinking that they just need to run to Dumbledore to get free hand outs," he continued before turning the book back to the goblin.

"Yes, we can't show you as a bad person, or a foolish free bank," the manager agreed quickly as he made notes. "I'm sure many of these people have something they could give up," he said reading through the lists of names. "Yes, a few have some powerful grimoires if my sources are correct! And they could come in handy to your celestial position!" he said with a nod. "Some have some money, businesses you can take, keeping them on to continue payments, and then daughters for marriage, and to take control of their families, and I'm sure there will be other things we can do for those with nothing to offer as a slight appeasement."

"Wait, marriage?" Harry asked while the goblin nodded.

"Yes," he agreed. "That will help in the long run sir, adding to your family power."

"You really want some seats on the wizengamot don't you?" Harry asked amusedly shaking his head. "I don't think we need to mention anything about marriage like that. There are a lot of names on that list and even if half of them have daughters between the age of say ten to twenty-one…" he trailed off shuddering as he kept naughty thoughts at bay.

"Well, don't think that pureblood parents won't offer anyway, and because of magical lore it would be a dishonour, and defy tradition to deny them, losing power, unfortunately," he replied, shrugging. "The least you could do if you want to keep your political power strong and make it stronger is give the girls the choice. That will show some disrespect to the head of their family, if their family are jerks, but who cares. They got so deep into debt in the first place, and you cannot wave any of the debt free of charge as that would lose you everything because of traditional-."

"-lore," Harry interrupted with a sigh while the goblin nodded. "Okay, let's forget about that for now because I want to know… someone said that… well something about Black?" he asked, trying to not mention anything further while his right hand absentmindedly stroked the gauntlet up his left sleeve while thinking.

"Oh yes I nearly forgot the Black finances'," he said skipping through the ledger. "Sirius Black; the rightful head, and last official Black is not dead, and only in Azkaban Prison. Dumbledore cannot gain access, only you could once of age and according to this you are of age, six years early, but whatever."

"I'm his heir?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yes," he agreed looking down. "Shortly after he was made your godfather, which doesn't include a Christening in the wizarding world as the mage have… quite a dislike of most muggle organised religions, and have quite good reason as the past is an indicator of the predigest! It's more of a ceremony of a different kind, just because they don't like most religions, doesn't mean they don't believe in gods. I mean you're sitting right before my eyes, not that that will ever leave this building."

"O-kay!" Harry said with a nod, confused, and sure all of this would lead into tradition and lore and befuddle him further. He would have to get some books, and maybe his godfather, coming from a pureblood line would help him understand. "So… my godfather is innocent?" he asked while he got a nod. "Okay," he sighed in frustration. "Tell me where I can find this prison so I can so and fetch him?!" he said as he stood, pulling off his backpack and dumping it on the desk.

"I need you to… put this in a new vault. I want the Potter and Black vaults all closed-."

"And Pendragon vault," the goblin interrupted with a smile. "The vault has been closed for a very long time. It is the last remanence of Camelot… it was created a while after Camelot's fall by Arthur's wizard grandson. We do not know much more about the bloodline, but they married into the Potter line, and have not since opened the vault out of respect."

Harry frowned thoughtfully before shaking his head. "As I was saying. I want the Potter, Black, and Pendragon vaults stut down, and made into one, under my name, of Hiro Yevon!" he said with a small grin while the goblin nodded in respect and honour. "However, I think shadowing the name Harry Potter over it should keep everyone from wondering 'what the hell' for a while if you get my drift."

"Of course, I would have done that anyway," Mr. Manager said, taking notes. "You have a mansion-cottage on the South Coast of Ireland I was thinking you and your family would enjoy as its out of the way and seems fitting. If it pleases you, I shall have a team of goblin searching through your vaults and cataloguing any treasures and valuables, especially items you may want to claim now."

"Well, if find Excalibur…" Harry said smirkingly and leaving the rest unsaid the goblin nodded his agreement.

"Then I shall send out missives My Lord," Mr. Manager said, "to those who are in debt with you so that they can begin to arrange some form of payment with you. We shall deal with all of the monetary and, less personal dealings, as you should know that marriage proposals and such will be brought directly to you."

"Can I ask you something before I leave?" Harry asked thoughtfully as he sat back in his seat. The goblin nodded. "You seem to know about some godly things, so maybe you could tell me, is Life a different god from Death or the same?" he asked, startling the goblin.

"As far as I know they're different goddesses," he replied, thoughtfully. "Unless they have been bound to become one, which seems unlikely because the cycle of life, death, and rebirth has not to my knowledge been interrupted," he said with a thoughtful frown.

"Could you find Life?" Harry asked as he thought about how lonely Death had been when she did him a favour. He felt like he owed it to her, to find Life and find out why they weren't talking to each other, not that Death seemed to need to speak, but he owed her.

"I'm not sure," he said thoughtfully. "If it were that simple any one could do it and she would never get any peace from morons with dreams of extra life and immortality."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Maybe… do you know their names? How they came to be? My story isn't all that interesting, but theirs?"

"Yes, well, okay, since you're interesting. They're two of the oldest gods on this Earth," he began the tale with Harry leaning forward to hear it. "The legend goes that long ago… before recorded history; they say millions of years, but that's likely an exaggeration, but for the story, millions of years into the past the Earth was called Eden. It was a lush place, free of illness, free of need or want, free of death, and even free of hunger. However, this world also lacked certain things that we now take for granted, certain amazing things like new life.

"Creativity was something that no one, not even the humans could comprehend. The world's evolution had been halted to a god's whims. They had never developed language and emotions were bare and primitive. However, that did not mean that the humans were stupid. You see, though they didn't know, there were two people, destined to become the gods, Life and Death.

"It began in the fabled garden of myth. The god didn't realise who he had. He toyed with Adam and Eve, and Life and Death, but I suppose you would know them better as Lilith and Pandora. Pandora was the first human, even though men in their arrogance and self-importance would have you believe Adam was the first human. She was immortal beyond Gods might. From her came Lilith, born from her loneliness, but God gave Pandora a vassal containing all of the nasties and goodies this world could have to offer. It was to amuse himself, to see whether she would get curious to look inside.

"However, Lilith despised this god, and wanted to destroy him. The serpent god Lucifer had been watching. She was weaker than any god at that time. However, she was smarter than most. She gave Lilith the gift of speech, parseltongue, the language of the snake," he said while Harry's eyes widened as the goblin nodded. "Yes, I understand that you have her blessing," he said while Harry wasn't sure whether that was good or bad, as Heg's weren't exactly very conversational while trying to eat you, and normal snakes were extremely rare back home.

"Using this language," the manager continued the story, "the serpent goddess told Lilith of a way to banish the god from Eden, and claim the world for Life and Death. That a cycle of rebirth will reign supreme upon the world and all she would have to do is convince Adam and Eve to eat. Eve was naïve. She existed as a fool for man to use. Lilith managed to convince her to eat an apple, and she convinced Adam in return.

"All that was needed was for a man and woman to eat, and Eden came to an end. Pandora became Life, opening the vassal, and all that stayed was hope. Lilith became Death, and Eve destroyed Adam becoming the first Angel of Rebirth. I couldn't tell you whether Eve was still alive, but it stands to reason that it is a possibility. After all of this the world began anew, and God left to the Celestium, his Heaven in fear of the combined power of Life and Death.

"This god has turned up throughout history, trying to regain his power. However, Life or Death would always stand in his way. God tried on many occasions to take over their domains, but he had never understood the soul. He could never see the soul. He created many magical races, trying to rewrite the world of humans, but he never could, and Life gifted us with souls just to piss him off."

Harry couldn't help laugh at that last part. "I think I could get used to hanging around with her, she sounds fun, but I guess you still wouldn't know where I could find her?"

"Sorry, My Lord!" he agreed with a nod. "Enough of that; I have already taken the liberty to have your home fixed up, and I'm sure you have a prison to visit. I shall have your bag put away… would you like for me to sort through it and anything such as clothes you might need, sent on?"

"Yeah, good idea!" he agreed as he stood up and the goblin passed him a set of keys.

"I took the liberty, sir, of adding in some luxuries from the muggle world," he said with a nod.

"Thank you," Harry said leaning over and shaking Mr. Manager's hand.

to be continued