Edited: 7/4/22
Mary Rose Potter walked into Gringotts on her way to speak to her account manager, Griphook, to work out discrepancies with her accounts just after the second week of summer break. She entered the marble hall and made her way to the nearest desk without a customer.
"Mary Potter here to speak to Master Goblin Griphook, please."
The goblin looked down his long wrinkly nose at her. "One moment please, Miss Potter."
"Of course, Master Goblin...?" Mary trailed off at the end, realizing she didn't know his name.
"Bogrod," he told her.
"Thank you, Master Goblin Bogrod."
"Miss Potter, follow me." Griphook had snuck up on her and startled her. He led his way through a door off the side of the hall, expecting the rough rock tunnel this time, but there was more marble in this hall. Griphook led her to a second door and opened it, allowing her to pass him and enter the office. "Take a seat, Miss Potter," Griphook told her, making his way behind the giant mahogany desk. "We are here to talk about your accounts. I would like to ask; are you aware of any major withdrawals by Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley from your accounts?"
"No. No, I knew nothing about this."
"Perfect. Would you like your money back?"
"Yes, please. I had no idea that they were stealing from me. If you could, can you also block them from my vaults unless I'm with them?"
"Of course, Miss Potter. There is another matter I wish to speak with you about. This journal was left in Gringotts' possession to be given to you upon your emancipation, and, with the Triwizard Tournament, you are legally an adult. This journal was your mother's. I will give you time to read it through." With that, he left the room.
In the beginning, it was the standard journal, starting about mid-way through Lily's seventh year. Then, there was a very interesting entry.
May 4, 1980
I just learned that I am unable to have children. James and I have been looking into other options, like donors, but I think that we should just adopt. There is a war going on. I won't be able to help much if I'm pregnant for nine months. Later, we can go through with other options so our child can have siblings. There was an alert in the American Ministry that there was a magical child put into the foster system. We are going to adopt him or her. We even have a few names picked out already. If it is a girl she will be Mary Rose after my dear friend, Mary, and Rose for the flower trend in my family. If it is a boy, Harry James after James and his great-grandfather.
Mary had to read the entry multiple times before she could comprehend the meaning behind the words. I'm adopted.
Mary skimmed through the rest of it, skipping to the back to see the last entry.
Mary,
If you are reading this, then James and I are dead. If everything went according to plan, then you went to live with Sirius and Remus. Of course, if you are reading this, we were betrayed by Peter. He was our secret keeper. I hope that you grew up happy, healthy, and loved as we would have raised you, had we been given the chance. We did find out who your biological parents were in case you wanted to meet them. Your biological mother was Charity MacDowel. She died not long after we adopted you. Your father, Dean Winchester, is still alive to our knowledge. The goblins will not doubt help you locate him if you wanted to meet him. As far as we were told, he has no idea you exist, so it may take a little convincing. Live your life. We will always love you, no matter what House you are in.
Love,
Your mother,
Lily
Griphook chose that moment to reenter the office.
"Miss Potter, is there anything else we can help you with?"
"Yes, Master Goblin Griphook, could you help me find Dean Winchester?"
"Of course, Miss Potter." Then he rattled off a few lines of Gobbledegook. Another goblin came in with a map and spread it over the table. "Seven drops of blood in the middle, then state the name of the person you are trying to find." He handed her a silver knife to cut her finger. She nicked her finger, deep enough to bleed a decent amount onto the map.
"Dean Winchester," Mary said clearly. The blood gathered around a place near the center of South Dakota in the states. "Is there any way I can get DNA results and a Muggle passport as well as a plane ticket?"
"Of course, Miss Potter. We will arrange everything. Go get anything you may need and come back in an hour."
"Thank you very much, Master Goblin Griphook."
