King Ragnok II:
Priya had resigned herself to just accepting the rollercoaster after Bloodaxe insisted that Priya and Harry follow him to see the King of the English Goblin Enclave, Ragnok II. She inquired if they had done anything wrong, to which Bloodaxe replied that Harry was simply inheriting what was rightfully his.
Bloodaxe explained the significance of the Peverell family – easily a family that was in league with the original "Big Four" that founded Hogwarts. The Peverell investments were at least twenty per cent of the original sum of money that had started Gringotts. The rest of the money had come from the four founders and Wizarding England at large. Peverell gold that was not jewellery or artefacts had been traded in and smelted into coinage. This event was of cultural significance – the Peverell vault had initially put the foundations of the Wizarding commerce system in place until other smaller accounts had begun to profit. Invictus Peverell had merely offered the money gratis because he believed that he had enough for his descendants, and he felt driven to improve the living conditions of all magical folk.
Bloodaxe then explained the proper protocol for meeting the Goblin king and told Harry to let his imagination run with his greeting. Harry walked into the Goblin throne room with Priya and stood deathly still as Ragnok nodded to Harry. Harry began after leaking enough magic into his voice, to eliminate his nervousness:
"Well met King Ragnok – King of the Goblin Nation. My humble salutations as you grace me and my adoptive mother with the privilege of your presence, and the presence of your court.
May you swim in an ocean of your enemy's blood. May your enemies die a slow prolonged death. Let them know the pain of their fingernails being pulled one by one. Let them feel the pain of pins being stuck in their eyeballs. Let them tear their vocal cords apart as they scream for mercy. Dismember them, piece by piece. Let their corpses fertilize the fields. Give them no mercy.
May your business holdings surpass your competitors so that they may envy your methods. Let them whisper secretly in hatred but also in admiration. Let them admit to themselves what they will not admit to their associates openly. That they have been beaten. Let your gold blot out the sun. Or let it surpass the combined holdings of Bill Gates, Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos if possible."
Then there was dead silence.
After a momentary pause, some of the court members sniggered loudly. Lord Ragnok's complaints about these titanic muggle businessmen had become quite common. Their stocks and company performance had a direct result on the exchange rate of the Galleon to the Pound. Goblins respected profit and King Ragnok respected these businessmen. And to think the boy knew of these individuals - He was oriented to running a business or at least was financially aware of the world at large, which easily scored brownie points with the Goblins.
King Ragnok replied,
"Truly Acolyte Peverell you have a silver tongue. I can sense that you are genuine. I sense that you like us, which is rather novel but not surprising. It has been a long time since I could feel magic emanating from an individual, it is sadly a gift that is not present anymore. And yes, I have been bothered by those three for years now. I want a cut into that market indeed. I have several stock options indeed, but creating and owning the technology is an entirely different affair.
Well met, Acolyte Peverell and Master Healer Priya Singh.
You have been invited to see me because of the importance of your ancestor. Invictus Peverell when he was alive, was the only man with who I ever had tea with, and he did not hesitate to get the economy started by contributing twenty per cent of the gold that was necessary. And that was not from his main account. He gave that gratis. Freely. However, I wanted to behold the boy who made my subjects laugh. A young man who insulted his own, called them out on their stupidity and extended an olive branch towards better relationships?
And your ideas, before you qualified for the Peverell Lineage demonstrated you are suited for the creation of war implements. But Invictus was no different. Yes, you are indeed Harry Potter, but your distant ancestor, Marcus Pottarius was married to Lucretia Peverell. You are also of that lineage too, and I am happy to address you as Acolyte Peverell.
Now, why did I call you here?
Why, quite simple young man. We are tired of Albus Dumbledore interfering with our business. He has been doing it with politics, in a subtle way. So, I have decided to get revenge on the old goat through you. While we do not generally meddle in Wizarding affairs, the Goblin nation recognises the sacrifice of your parents – contrary to the stupidity present on the street, the last Wizarding war destroyed infrastructure and killed innovation. It stifled ambition and creativity. We have lost much gold because business is slow.
No, businesses must thrive if we are to do well. The Muggle world has also embraced the free market. Yet, in the magical world Purebloods often block competition with oppressive laws. How is the gold to change hands regularly? Those morons.
I must explain what you have inherited. The Peverell Head of House left a portrait of himself. The portrait will guide you on your way to learning master crafting. We will take you to the vault, soon enough. We have also decided, out of respect to your ancestor and his great contribution to who we are today, to collate the information about the gifts and wealth that the public left for you, free of charge.
As for you Master Healer Priya Singh, tell me of the innovation that you have created – our magic recognises you as not only a protector of Lord Peverell but as a competent, talented Master Healer. It is in your blood, and it seems to me that you come from a great lineage of healers. Magic does not lie. Tell me, what you have wrought?"
Priya, with tears in her eye, now understanding why she had been called a Master Healer in the inheritance parchment gently spoke:
"Well met, King Ragnok. Forgive me for my tears – this is a special moment for me. Somebody has recognised my hard work. I created a Medi-Bracelet inspired by Muggle technology. It does a total diagnostic on any human, in line with what healers at St. Mungo's would need to quickly diagnose severe conditions. It performs the entire 75 spell Mungo Bonham diagnostic in only fifteen seconds. This takes at least three minutes with experienced casters. The Rune array was a bit clunky and my deceased friend helped with it, but we managed. If the bracelet is worn for an extended period it can show magical usage and physiological changes. I thought it would be useful to see the response of a patient to a treatment plan. I lost a friend to the last war because he died while they ran through the Bonham Triage. He had made something that could have saved himself and he could not even benefit from it."
King Ragnok replied:
"Young woman, do not worry. If your son has anything to say about it, your friend will be avenged. We congratulate you on your achievement. We wish you the best in your endeavours. From now on, V.I.P banking is available to you as a steward of House Potter/Peverell or for your own business. I appreciate the guile both of you have shown in keeping Albus Dumbledore out of the loop. Your direct actions have allowed us to open the largest account in our ledgers if you consider pure coinage and no other assets. That, we appreciate. I do hope that Peverell innovation will arrive in the English market, once more.
Young Lord Peverell, what I must say is not comfortable for your ears yet I must voice my concerns. After looking at the behaviour of Albus Dumbledore we suspect he is preparing for something. More interesting, is that his behaviour is an exact copy of how he behaved at the beginning of the last Wizarding war. Why do you think this is the case?
"I can do even better than that King Ragnok. I can confirm that Lord Moldypants is alive and that a piece of him attacked me last week Sunday. It came from my scar. I was clinically dead I think for a while. The only thing that saved my life was the arrival of a Lightning-Phoenix. I think she cried a gallon of tears into my open mouth to save me. I don't know much, but I read that a Pensieve can show memories. I don't know how to get the memories out of my head and if I can get help with that, I would be willing to show you.
All I know is that Lord Moldypants made himself into pieces and before he became Lord Voldemort, he was a person like anybody else, and he is connected to a place called Whool's Orphanage and it was established in 1930"
Priya immediately turned white with apprehension as she realised that Harry, apart from physical abuse had battled off Lord Voldemort before arriving at her class, last week Monday? She began to cry tears of sorrow as she found it unfair that a young man who should be concerned about his education had to be battling off psychopaths at his age. And Grace had arrived to save his life? He was clinically dead?
Lord Ragnok, in a rare show of emotion, came off the throne and walked to where Harry was standing. He calmly instructed….
"Just think about the things you would like to show me whatever you think is relevant and I will gently pull the memories from your head."
Slowly Harry sharpened his occlumentic trance and pulled out the entire altercation between himself and Lord Voldemort with crystal clear clarity. He included Vernon, Grace and even snippets from his mind-fortress where he had boxed away the foreign memories. He also included the dome over his house, his mage sight, his enhanced hearing from earlier and his use of the voice. King Ragnok slowly summoned the memories and put them into a small gem on his wrist. King Ragnok then spoke:
"Nobody knows anything about the Dark Lord. Not even the Goblins. Even the little sliver of information that he put himself away in pieces and that he is connected to a place – this is invaluable.
This is indeed a great favour you have offered to the Goblin Nation.
We will work towards ensuring that he and his ilk will never threaten our profits or our commerce again. I have an idea about how he may have preserved his soul, and it is an old legend that dates back to the Egyptian Canopic Jars. If he has truly done that, he has engaged in an unspeakable type of magic. When you get older, I will share this tale with you. Make no mistake, merely confirmation of this is invaluable."
Harry nodded and he understood that he unofficially had the support of the Goblins.
"Bloodaxe, review their holdings and take him to his vaults." King Ragnok commented as he dismissed the wizards. Harry lingered and looked at King Ragnok and after Priya and Bloodaxe had walked at least ten steps. With finality present in his voice, he replied:
"You do know me King Ragnok. Vengeance will be delivered eventually. The death of my enemies is coming at muzzle velocity. Those jackasses are already dead."
Harry bowed respectfully, as he walked out.
King Ragnok considered that Harry Potter had the mouth of a sailor, and had restrained himself. Perhaps his language would get more colourful as time went by? When Harry Potter had walked out of the room, Lord Ragnok laughed. He understood exactly Lord Peverell's motivations as his memories were summoned. The Magic he had sensed coming off the young man was combative and it demanded blood for blood. He would return in kind, what the Dark Lord and his lackeys deserved.
"We will get revenge for the Goblin blood the Dark Lord spilt – he and his ilk will pay. I have my tool. A whole Goblin family and a youngling killed in the last war and no repercussions? And you would flirt with Horcruxes? I will find every last one."
The new young Lord Peverell was going to pump his enemies full of holes. With guns. Lots of guns.