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Slight change to this chapter, made a little mistake and thanks to loralee1 for pointing it out. Again thanks reviewers i am incorpirating some of your ideas so please keep them coming.
Upon entering Gringott's Harry got a tingling feeling down his spine, he had felt this before and he knew that it wouldn't be good news. That tingle could only mean one or two of two things, Death Eaters or Voldemort. Personally he really wasn't looking forward to this, he wanted to be trained up a bit more before taking on some of the enemy but he wasn't going to let any get away if he could help it. He scanned the crowd, unbeknown to him and anyone else due to the nature of his cloak his eyes darkened to a green so dark they were almost black, this signalled a change as he could now see through glamour charms and disguises, another plus with a magical animagus. Seeing three people in a group, two of which he would recognize anywhere, all under glamour charms he slyly drifted over to the nearest booth.
"Afternoon Griphook, if you would be as kind to get me Rucknil straight away I have some very important business that cannot, I repeat cannot wait" Harry whispered in a voice that made the normally unshakable goblin to sprint from the room and straight up the stairs to his boss's office and barge in, something that only fools and desperate fools would ever do. Luckily for him Rucknil didn't have company and with the news of the arrival and the nature of his arrival he made his way downstairs as quickly and discreetly as possible.
Appearing from a hidden entrance right behind his guest he was surprised to be spoken to first. "Rucknil, I wish to carry on doing my business here but for that arrangement to continue you will have to do me the favour of taking those three scumbags over there into your custody" Only then did Harry look at the head goblin, who's face was split in an almost scarily evil grin, and Harry was sure just about anyone else would of flinched.
"You know how to do business well Mr Potter, and I look forward to continuing it in the future" a short burst of gobbledegook later and nine of the most armed and deadly goblins emerged from nowhere, accosted the three wizards, plus a fourth who was trying to run off after just emerging from the cavern system. As the wizards were taken off to Merlin knows where, Harry was being led to the main office of the London branch of Gringott's.
Once seated Rucknil excused himself for a moment to make a fire call to ensure the prisoners were treated with the utmost care. Looking around the office, he couldn't help but be intimidated slightly, rare artefacts and weaponry hung from the walls, most of which were as priceless as they were magical. The chaos blades, Excalibur, Merlin's staff, the original treaty from the Wizengamont, the bow of Robin Hood and many others. Letting his magic scan the area he suddenly understood why, this was possibly the safest room in the world, it made Hogwarts wards look like a piece of cake, compared to these they were, well amateurish. Nobody, alive or dead, save maybe Merlin himself would be able to break into this room, and for that he was glad, some of the weapons in this room were truly evil creations and if Voldemort could get his hands on even one of them, the world would be in deep, deep shit.
"Mr Potter, very nice to meet you at last, I'm glad we could of started our business adventure on such a strong foot, you are unlike anything I imagined, from the spoiled brat to the misunderstood teenager, you are neither and for that you have my respect, now onto business" Rucknil stated "As I'm sure your aware you are an heir to one of the twelve families, now with the recent ending of the Dumbledore line, something I cannot say I am sad to see go, that leaves five of the original twelve left, as you are the highest ranked sitting at fourth on the register you can demand the Supreme Mugwump position at anytime during your life, as could your heir and so on so fourth, it also entitles you to the faults of all the families now without heirs as under the original family treaty. Any questions so far?" Harry shook his head in a negative; he was blown away, all the vaults that would mean he would get another six of the original gifts from Merlin, not including his own family's gift, 'sweet Merlin, seven of the original twelve, of course I will only be able to use the ones that accept me but even one more extra would be amazing. Looking back at Rucknil he realised he had drifted off for a minute in thought and nodded his head in readiness for the next splurge of words about to come out of the goblins mouth.
"OK then down to some paperwork, if you could read and sign these…" Half an hour later all Harry could think was how badly his hand hurt right now, and about how much of wizarding Britain he actually owned, including Hogwarts. Rucknil had left him for a while to do other business but had now returned and was looking at him with a calculating look. "I have another offer for you Mr Potter, one which has not been granted to any human since Godric Gryffindor was offered the same, he accepted and became a founder, I would advise you accept, it would be very worth your while I feel" Harry nodded his head to show that he understood so far with a determined glint in his eye, if the goblins were about to do something this rare for him there was little, or no chance he was going to turn it down, that would just be plain stupid. "We ask of only one thing, that you promise a binding oath to the goblins that you will do everything in your power to rid the world of at least two more of the original twelve, and one of them being the Slytherin line."
Harry gave a grim smile "I would gladly offer this but I am already prophesized to kill Voldemort and end that line, give me the other surviving lines and I will give you my answer" His eyes once more had darkened to almost black, the air crackling slightly around him, he needed this help he was sure of it, but would he kill an innocent family for the 'greater good' as it were, would that make him any better than the old bastard.
"Certainly they are the Moon's, Ross's, Westfield's and the Prince's of which one Severus Snape is the heir, do we have an agreement?" As the head goblin looked up to try and find his answer from the young mage in front of him he shrank back in fear, this boy could kill him easily and there was nothing he could do about it, at all. Rucknil just sat there and hoped above all hope that it wasn't him he was angry at.
A crooked grin appeared on his face his eyes reverting back to the original startling green but still with a hint of black and the danger still there. "Yes Rucknil, oh yes we do have an agreement, in fact I would be glad to end the Snape line for you, almost as much so as the Slytherin one itself" Having managed to get his anger under control Harry thought about his task, kill Voldermort and Snape, well he was going to do that anyway so why not get something for it.
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"Lunge boy, I thought you were supposed to be talented at this, come on now, attack me again and this time at least make me sweat a little" His tutor hollered at him. Turned out that the goblins offer was to train him up a bit in a special chamber which existed no where but everywhere, they could go anywhere on earth and yet no-one could see them or would bother them while they duelled and sparred or revised ancient material of spells, curses and everything else he found relevant.
Two month he had been at this, 12 hour days, 7 days a week, one month down another to go, he had improved a lot in the last month, the original skills were coming to him more and more, each spell he knew he could now cast somewhat and each of his gifts had been put on a bit of paper to be ticked off once complete, of the original ten he was down to just three remaining. Already under his belt were Transfiguration Master, inherited from his father, Charms master, inherited from his mother, Mind Magic's Master, inherited from Rowena Ravenclaw, Rune Master, Spell Crafter, High-Parsel Magic's and Master Elemental of Darkness. His Transportation Master was almost finished as well, he just need to complete a successful element/ vortex apparition whilst blowing up most of his surrounding's. The hardest above all thought were his two Blade Master talents, right now he could beat almost anyone in the world, but his trainer, an insane goblin by the name of Coatmaine said that the day he could beat him in a duel would be the day he passed his Masters test.
Time went by with Harry fighting day after day, studying for a time at night to expand his knowledge and sparring and duelling during the day. He was sure that 99 of people he faced in a duel right now would lose to him and 90 of them would be very easy, but for the nutter Coatmaine this wasn't good enough so still they trained. On a day just like any other something strange happened though, Coatmaine smiled. Harry was in the middle of a duel with one of the best goblin sword fighters with some of the best enhancements magic could provide to increase his speed, strength, power and everything else, but Harry had just beat him in about 10 minutes, incredible in itself yes, when combined with the weighted clothes and sword he was using unbelievable.
"You are ready my boy, to prove my point you will duel me, no magic just swords, if you win I will grant you your Master in them both if you lose, another month of 14 hour days instead of just 12. First remove your top, just wear trousers as its first blood, and call your sword" He nodded to a guard who removed the charms on the trousers and shoes Harry was wearing and nodded back to his captain, praying that the kid won, he was pretty sure he would, the kid was awesome even with the charms on, without them he didn't have a clue what he could do.
Harry removed his T-shirt and called for his sword, the sword appeared in his hand, power rushed through his veins, unlike anything he had ever felt, but then he hadn't touched his new wand yet, instead doing wandless magic, while alright was nothing compared to wand magic unless you were a sorcerer, which Harry was not. Swinging the sword in an expert cross before him and lining up before his opponent he felt poised and ready, confident in his ability and secure in the knowledge of his win, why he felt like this he didn't know, but he wasn't about to disappoint himself.
Coatmaine lay on the ground several minutes later more exhausted than he could ever remember being, the kids speed was the killer, he expected him to be fast because of wearing weighted clothes for so long but that was ridiculous, he also did something he had never managed before to the old goblin knowledge, combine both elemental and dragon forms in his fighting creating an extremely powerful yet graceful style, almost impossible to predict and deadly to even the most skilled Blade Masters in the world, whoever this kid faced in a duel he would not envy, add on his elemental magic and amazing grasp of magical casting they were in deep shit.
He was stunned, not by a spell but by his own skill and speed, he had just beaten one of the best sword wielder's on earth in fewer than ten minutes, which was unheard of. Then it hit him, he had combined the techniques of both the Masters into his own style, he realised that with a sword he was only ever going to be beaten by the very best, and this made him smile, yes he was given the gift, but he earned the right to call himself Blade Master by himself, it was his hard work for almost 4 months, he was proud of himself but he couldn't wait to get back to his friends.
That made him starts and realise something, the only 'people' he classed as friends these days were Hedwig and Flash, he had done a lot of thinking while in this 'room' and discovered that he didn't really like Ron, Hermione or Ginny, he felt almost forced to like them and wondered if this was another manipulation of Dumbledore but he doubted it, a pure-blood wizarding family with less money than most muggle-born families, a muggle-born witch with a desire to know everything she can. He got the feeling this had been planned so he never doubted his Gryffindor house placement, to be honest he had always wanted to study more but with Ron there he never say the point, plus there was a nagging at the back of his mind to play Quidditch every time studying came up. Through his study of Mind Magic's he knew this was an advanced form of legitimacy that was designed to alter the person mind slowly over time so that they would think they way the caster wanted them to. Only the Magic's of the mind that he had inherited from Rowena were enough to overturn this and return his mind to a natural state. This made him realise the only true friend of the human kind was probably Neville, although he wasn't entirely sure why he felt this way he did, he would have to go see Neville before the term started and speak with him.
Harry looked back on his training and once again thanked his ancestors that had deemed him worthy of such gifts, and the time they must have spent to Master them without the aids that he had. Along with his Ancestral sword, the Raven Blade another two families heirlooms had granted there access to themselves and bonded with him, interestingly these were of Hufflepuff line, a ring which when placed above a book would download the information into the persons mind, with such an organized mind thanks to his occlumency training Harry could go through between 3 or 4 books a week, but it did give him one hell of a headache, so he read some books normally. The other line to accept him was the Morton's, a famously dark sided family whose last heir was Grindlewald, but he wasn't going to complain about the armour, the gift was incredible to Harry. A form fitting battle robe of an easy to use design, he mused it must have been designed during a time of war and battle to be so perfect for its job, made from two different types of ancient dragon, the black and white variety and stitched together using the sinew from the muscles of a Siberian Basilisk, it was almost indestructible, and could absorb or deflect almost all minor hexes and curse totally while providing protection against every spell that existed, minus the unforgivable curses.
Early on in his training Harry had asked on of his tutors why they were called the unforgivable curses when there were a lot worse things you could do to people, for example dropping them in acid with a shield over there veins and brain so they would feel the pain of burning alive until the shields broke finally killing you rather than quite a humane way of dieing through the killing curse.
His answer, that they were the only curses in existence that were completely unblockable. The thing was a shield with half the power of a hex or curse would absorb the spell while dissolving, a shield with equal power would absorb the spell but would remain intact. Finally a shield with more power will be able to reflect the spell back on the caster, advanced shields could be made to add in the extra power on the way back, causing a spell to be much harder to block.
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After his final initiation, which involved the branding of his tattoos on his right chest to show he was a Master in the fields he had studied, they all left the room to carry on with there lives. Looking up at the clock Harry was stunned to see that it was only the 8th July, twelve days after he had gone in, but he knew for a fact that he had been in there for four months, what was going on. Throwing a curious glance at Rucknil, who had appeared to greet them out, he got a toothy grin in return and a waved response to follow him.
After following the goblin for a short time he found himself back in the head goblins office, they were joined by Coatmaine and his other trainers from the period in the room and they all had almost identical grins on there faces, looking back to Rucknil the older goblin set down his tea and looked up at the young man. Just before he was about to speak a bright flash of light, follow by a clap of thunder echoed in the room, when the light cleared all the goblin mouths in the room dropped at seeing a thunder phoenix sitting on the shoulder of Harry and that he was seemingly getting berated by the bird, for what they didn't know but they sure weren't going to interrupt the powerful creature for fear of it turning on them.
"Now Harry that you have your friend settled" he said casting a nervous glance at the bird sitting proudly on his master's lap with his chest Puffed out. "What you have to understand is that the reason you can go anywhere in the world, within the chamber, without much trouble is that it is 'out of time' so to speak. In the room when a month passes, only three days will have passed outside, only on these meeting points, every three days outside at midday, can we get into the room, or can people get out of it. The reason we never told you this before hand is the fact that most people, goblins, humans and any other species we have allowed entry into the room is that they, on the whole adjust better not knowing this information." Harry understood this and could very well see the reasoning behind it. In fact he was actually glad they had done this for him as he was sure he would have felt vulnerable and claustrophobic inside the chamber had he known this information.
"I thank you again Rucknil, your help has been incredible, my families trust and loyalty to the goblins, and there bank will be continued with me" He said respectfully before turning to take his leave, with Flash flying up and disappearing in another burst of light and thunder. As he almost reached the door he was called back by Rucknil now wearing a grim face, this couldn't be good news.
"I'm sorry to have to give you this news, both for fear of my health but also for fear you might destroy some of my room also" When he handed Harry a copy of the daily prophet he was confused, he was expecting something catastrophically bad, but the paper? What could have happened within the four days he had been gone?
All was revealed when the paper dropped open, his eyes darkened and a ethereal grow escaped his lips that was much closer to his nundu form than his human one, dropping the paper on the floor burning quite superbly with flames of the purest darkness, he turned and blew the doors off the hinges with a mere look and marched out the door pulling up his hood in one swift motion. Rucknil grimaced, that door was going to take ages to fix, 'oh well he thought, could have been a lot worse'. Taking one last glance down at the charred remains of the prophet he almost felt dory for Dumbledore, he was sure by this time next week he would have a few more holes torn in him. With a quick 'evanesco' he vanished the paper from his carpet, the memory however would always remain in his mind of Dumbledore waving to the crowd from the front cover sitting beside the headline 'Dumbledore fakes death to deal blow to the dark lord'