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Gringotts Bank

"Well bring them in time is money" yelled RipClaw through the door. The head teller then escorts Harry into the office. Upon seeing Harry RipClaw could see the Potter resemblance in him, however he would still need to check with a blood test. "Harry Potter we expected you well before now and with your magical guardian as well oh where could he be." says RipClaw disdainfully. Harry gulps thinking magical guardian and this goblin seems bigger and more dangerous than the tellers. In the back of Harry's mind though he seems to recall from nowhere that goblins do not care for weakness and will exploit it at every chance. Gathering his courage Harry replies " I just learned I'm a wizard and I do not know of any magical guardian however I am Harry James Potter and would like access to my vault."

Hearing the steel in Harry's voice RipClaw chuckles " Well I guess we should get the test underway." Handing Harry an obsidian blade RipClaw says " Cut your palm and place it on this parchment it will reveal your family tree." Harry following RipClaw's instructions slices his palm and pressed the bleeding appendage to the parchment and as he does the blood is sucked within a blue flash occurs and the blood begins to form into a family tree with the names of his magical family. Pulling his hand away he notices that his hand has already stopped bleeding. RipClaw laughs and says " No hesitation I like that well you most definitely are who you claim to be Tobin you may leave back to the bank floor." When the head teller who's name was called Tobin left RipClaw then says to Harry " Yes so it is the last of the ancient and noble Potters whom stand before me. Your family has always been held with esteem here in this bank. Always dealt true and honest being bold brave and above all humble. Despite the fact that at one point they were fierce warriors and nobles. What questions do you have young master." "Well to start who is my magical guardian and why have I never met them?" Says Harry wondering what possible reason a guardian wouldn't have put a stop to the Dursleys? RipClaw says in a clipped tone "Albus Dumbledore is your magical guardian as to the why of the matter I have no clue, but he should have checked in with you at least once a year and brought you hear at the age of ten to set your accounts in order."

Hearing this Harry decided to ask a big question "What is the point of a magical guardian if they don't do their duty?" Harry frowned after asking the words leaving a fowl taste in his mouth. RipClaw laughed saying "You have a great point there while that is handled by the ministry your heritage, titles, and inheritance is handled here within these walls if you would like we could draw up the paper work to emancipate yourself. Effectively naming you the head of your house and giving you full access to all of your assets. Due to certain clauses on line extinction we could fast track this and have it finished before you leave." Harry contemplated this and thought well if there is a place my parents owned I could stay that would be nice and I would like access to all the vaults. Harry the replies "Yes that sounds like the best course of action." Drawing up the paper work RipClaw tells Harry lines to sign the pen using his own blood for the signature. Harry exclaims "Is that my blood being used as ink." RipClaw replies yes however as that blood quill is specifically attuned to your family it recognizes you and does not cause harm otherwise you would find this process very painful." Finishing the paper work on that he turns to his right and goes to a drawer unsealing it with his blood and pulls out a red velvet box placing it in front of Harry. "This is the Potter house ring to be worn by the head of the house. If the house of Potter recognizes you as head you will be Lord Potter." Harry slips the ring on his right ring finger it shrinks to fit and flashes blue in acceptance. RipClaw looks pleased and pulls out a folio with a leather strap holding it shut. "This is all of your family's current holdings business accounts and properties. Only two of the properties are serviceable however the third was destroyed and the ministry declared it a historic site. One would be the Potter Manor of BrightCraig the other being a sizable cottage about 6 miles outside Ottery St. Catchpole." Harry is awestruck by the information dump he just received not believing he now has two properties and many investments right before him. RipClaw pulls one last item out of the desk and says to Harry "Here is the key to your vaults let me take you." At these words Harry nods yes and follows RipClaw.

Ten minutes later and after a head-spinning ride on a mine cart they are deep deep underground and RipClaw points to a large door "Insert your key and stand back." Harry hurries to obey and upon completion RipClaw steps forward running his fingers down the door in a complex manner and you could hear a multitude of locks clicking. The vault doors open wide and Harry is astounded by suits of armor swords of extravagant beauty and piles and piles of gold his thoughts were along the lines of you could fill the Dursley's house to the brim and still have more left over. Suddenly in the middle of the vault some gold coins fell from the ceiling. "Well it looks like your business ventures are still paying off." States RipClaw matter of factly.

"I would grab that pouch there if I were you if my eyes don't fool me it should be an expanded moleskin with enchantments against thieving. One of the gold coins is worth 17 silver. While one silver is worth 29 copper. They are called galleons, sickles, and knuts respectively." Harry still overwhelmed grabbed the pouch and tied it to his belt and started to fill it with gold however he noticed it did not seem to get heavier or seem to fill. When Harry stuck his hand inside though it was there but with plenty of room. Turning a specific blade caught Harry's eye the scabbard was red with gold trimming the handle of the sword however was black as night making his way to it Harry picked up the sword to examine it more closely. When he picked it up he expected the handle of the sword to be cold but it was warm and pleasant like a summer day before it becomes sweltering. Pulling the sword free from the scabbard he sees a sword of sheer wonder a light platinum like metal and a dark black metal were forged together giving this sword a light and dark effect.

RipClaw grins and says to Harry " you have a keen eye for swords that blade isgoblin made one of the only items we have ever created that is not ours for the Potters sealed a pact with that sword so long as the head of the house Potter is no enemy ofthe Goblin nation that sword is theirs." "Can I take this sword with me and will people stare" asks Harry Potter thinking this is the coolest thing ever. RipClaw replies "It isyours to take however no one will see it till you call it forward with the need to use it strap the scabbard on and sheath the blade." Harry does as the Goblin asks and thesword and belt disappear reaching to where he knows it is it reappears once his hand is inches away. So freaking cool thinks Harry. Harry having collected plenty of gold now moves to exit the vault as he does he is handed a chain with two pendants. RipClaw tells Harry "That is a portkey to your properties the gold one with BC on it goes to your manor the one that looks like a cabin goes to your cottage after you finish your business in the alley please return so we can travel to your estates and assess them." Harry nods and thanks RipClaw for everything. Then escorted back out of the bank Harry looks for Hagrid but does not see him inside.

Harry heads back out into the alley in high spirits his day just keeps getting better. Harry looks around the entrance for Hagrid and sees him across the road at what seems like a stand for plant seeds of a strange assortment. Heading over Harry calls out to Hagrid. Hearing Harry he turns around and says well seems your all finished up there I'll give you a quick tour but must be getting back got to get the last of the seeds to professor sprout for the green house or shed have me hide. After a quick and not very informative tour Hagrid leaves Harry to do his shopping wondering where to start. Looking at the letter he figures a wand should be the first stop. Glancing down the alley his eyes come to rest on what seems to be an oddly old building compared to the others around it in faded gold scrawl it announces OLLIVANDERS MAKERS OF FINE WANDS SINCE 382BC. Well if that's true I could hardly do better. Walking in the shop it had a dusty eerie vibe and he saw no one behind the counter. However as soon as he thinks that out pops a man of thin frame clearly older with grayed hair wrinkles and a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Ah Harry Potter wondered when I would be seeing youit seems just yesterday that I sold your parents their first wands." Said the man. "Well let's get to work and find you a wand."

Stepping out from behind the counter he starts taking strange measurements with a tape measure with no numbers. The man leaves back behind the counter while the tape continues on taking measurements. After a few moments the man tells the instrument to stop bothering the customers and comes back with a box opening it saying " Yew Nine inches dragon heartstring flexible enough." As Harry picks it out of the case he yells nope not that one and pulls several new boxes off the shelves and pull them forward to the counter over the next ten minutes Harry is sure he has tried over 50 wands and not one has satisfied the man. Olivander mumbling to himself says "tricky customer I wonder I no well maybe nothing ventured nothing gained." Olivander as Harry has surmised comes back up front with two boxes. "These are my most unique wands if they don't fit I don't know what will." States Olivander. "The first is holly eleven inches with a phoenix feather core" as Harry picks it up he feels a strange feeling in his head and drops the wand. "Well not that one how about the second this wand is ancient and was made by my great great great great grandfather no one has ever been able to wield it yew ten inches basilisks horn as the core with very little yield." Harry picks up the wand and sparks soar from the end and Harry could swear he heard the wand hiss with anticipation. "Well that seems to be a perfect fit curious I've never seen anyone who had such a core and the wood is not common either. That will be 25 galleons as it is not in the subsidized for ministry wands due to age and never had the trace put on however there is no way to now have a good day." Harry leaves the shop glad to finally have a wand and be done feeling like an misfit no wand would ever choose. The rest of the day in the alley was filled with wandering around finding all his items, robes, books, and a nice expanded trunk with an ever light enchantment.

Finally finished with business in my the alley Harry heads back to Gringotts.