To the vaults:
Griphook was summoned by Bloodaxe as he carried both Harry and Priya to the necessary vaults. Harry was required to produce a drop of blood on a needle studded alcove at the entrance to the Potter Vault. As the door opened, suddenly the Latin that was carved into the steel, made sense to him – almost intrinsically.
The family motto was 'Honour thy Blood'. Gloriam Sanguinis.
There was a buzz from the familial magic, as he certainly felt recognition of its power, deep in his bones. He considered the information in the will and easily identified the trunks left for him in the Potter trustee vault. He dragged them out one by one as he eventually set aside a total of six rather huge trunks. They consisted of Hogwarts material, Lilly's Mastery Level research, Family Heirlooms and Baby toys. They were quite heavy, and Harry released that without the large caster wheels, he would have been able to pull any of them outside the vault. Why did they look like caster wheels from any standard hardware? Then it occurred that his mother had probably been responsible for the retrofit.
Ah, the advantages of clear labels and wheels. His mother possessed Hermione energy.
When he was finished, and the trunks were well outside the entrance to the Potter vault, Priya levitated the trunks and stacked them vertically, before Grace was summoned to transport them to the Singh residence. Then, the trolley cart slowly journeyed to the lowest level of Gringotts. This part of the cave system seemed to be so old, that the smell of the air changed and there was now only a singular track that seemed to be approaching a dead end.
When the group had arrived at the end of the tracks, they were forced to take a small walk before the majestic fifteen feet Peverell Vault stood before them. After Harry produced the necessary blood, he entered to immediately find the most majestic portrait he had ever seen. The man seemed to almost carry a brooding frown, and Harry began to honestly wonder if this was where he had inherited the trait. The imposing and severe-looking man spoke to Harry.
"Welcome descendant, I am sure you read the letter. Welcome….great-grandson? You look like Marcus. You must be a Potter. Who are your parents and grandparents?"
"Hello…..Invictus Peverell?" Harry replied, not sure if that was the correct manner to address him. When the portrait smiled, he relaxed and continued:
"Sadly, I am the last Potter. Harry Potter. They were all killed by a Dark Lord. It's a long story and right now my primary goal is to get a safe place to study magic and do other things noticed. I am fairly safe but I will be in danger in the future." Harry explained.
A sad expression appeared on Invictus' face. The Potters were all dead? How could?...he stopped midsentence. No, priorities were important. He could mourn Lucretia's descendants later. The boy needed to be protected. Portrait Invictus replied:
"Have no fear great-grandson. You may call me Invictus. Or just Grandfather. We are family and family takes care of each other. The red trunk has an emergency room called a null-box. You will place the null-box in your pocket and then you will expand it to the size you desire when you arrive at your home. It provides a space where magic is undetectable, and it is invisible too."
"That is…..really fantastic!"
"One of the more brilliant things we invented. And not to worry, I am coming along to keep you safe. You will shrink the portrait and use the string and wear me like a necklace. I will freeze myself still and appear unremarkable. I will observe as you go about your business. I will give you instructions when we arrive home.
The eight trunks contain everything you will need to learn under me. There is a red rune – that floats all the trunks. The blue one connects them."
Harry complied with the instructions.
"Good, after you press those two runes, the trunks will follow you."
The trunks followed Harry, as they reminded him of how suspensor fields were supposed to work within the Dune universe. Harry had to admit that this was extremely Si-Fi. When the eight trunks arrived outside the vault, the vault closed. Harry called Grace and apparated the trunks to Priya's Place.
Invictus could not help but bulge his eyes in surprise. His great-grandson had a Phoenix that used Lightning? Good grief. But it made sense. Perhaps his descendant was a herald of Lady Magic – a name that would be immortalised for many centuries to come? Invictus would investigate the entire story eventually. As he reduced himself to a small necklace, he now made his appearance still, hoping not to attract attention. He, however, was in for quite a surprise later.
Invictus continued to examine the brown-skinned woman, who seemed to be the boy's guardian. The expression on her face had been enough to determine what had happened – she had adopted his grandson. She also seemed to be deeply attached to the boy. He was curious to find out more, but he made up his mind that only within the safety of the null-box, that he would ask any questions to establish his bearings. The kart began its ascent upwards towards the upper levels of the bank.
On the way out of Gringotts, Harry stepped up to the Goblin at the information desk and asked if he could have his name. Harry told 'Sharpsand' that he and his guardian felt like they had been treated like a family member, he felt comfortable, and the business was to his liking. He explained that he was looking forward to conducting business again, and he hoped that the Goblin would have a good day. Harry then made a small bow.
Invictus who was observing the interactions realised that his initial predictions had been correct. The relationships between Wizards and Goblins had devolved. However, it seemed that his grandson who had recently claimed the Peverell Head of House ring, seemed to be respected and this put him at ease. The goblin produced the necessary items - three muggle credit cards all enveloped and labelled along with the moleskin pouch. Surprisingly the Goblin nodded his head. Even the Goblins who served the darker families appreciated the sentiment. The young Lord Peverell seemed reasonable and at least things didn't have to devolve into a shouting match about being a 'subhuman' and 'being forced to tolerate creatures that ought to be registered in the Ministry of Magic.'
While Silverdagger had taken an oath to keep all Gringotts business private, he then started to think about how he might skirt around the Gringotts oath by exploiting loopholes. This information could earn him a nice fat commission. Lord Malfoy was already powerful and had the right connections.