Normal talking: "Hi"
Gobbledegook: "Hi"
Parseltongue: "Hi"
Latin: "Hi"
French: "Hi"
Chapter 1
The start of it all
Harry: There are many things that I am but I'm not dumb, actually extremely far from it. I could be getting all A's and probably could have had 1 or 2 college degrees. If I didn't have to dumb myself down to Dudley. I have been to the town library most of my life because my relatives never look there. After you spend a decent time there you learn a lot! And the librarians are always helpful since I never hurt the books and since I'm the only kid in town that is nice to them they are a lot better to me than almost everyone that I have seen them work with. Every kid at the age of 4 "which I am" takes a test to see if they should go to a special school for the gifted that for some godforsaken reason I can't remember the name of; quite weird for me as I remember everything that I have ever read but also every interaction I've had or that's gone on by me. I hope that once I get in, I can get out of the hell hole that people call my house. I still don't understand why anyone thought that house was a good place to leave a kid. I understand that I have no other family but they can barely take care of their own son. He just hit 100 pounds and he's four like me. The problem is the school doesn't offer a full scholarship. So somehow a four-year-old has to find £7,000 per year. Well and getting accepted… But that's not the important part because my teachers are 99% sure that I'll get in.
What in the world is that owl doing on the front porch? Is that a letter attached to its leg?
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Sit Deus tuus influunt, ut ferrum tibi inimici tui.
"May your god flow, may your enemies die at your blade."
Griphook
Gringotts
Diagon Alley
Londen, England
July 31, 1984
Harry James Potter
4 Privet Dr.
Little Whinging, Surry
Dear Harry Potter,
We at Gringotts have seen some discrepancies on your accounts. We also have noticed that you have not responded to any of our letters. We politely request that you make your way to Gringotts at your soonest convenience, if you can't do that then we unpolitly tell you to come to Gringotts as soon as humanly possible. If you need transport to get here this letter will turn into a porkey if you say the phrase "May your gold flow". I do suggest that you get here soon before my superiors get even more insulted that you haven't responded to any of their letters. We await your response.
Potter account manager,
Griphook
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Harry: Gringotts? What in the world is that, and wait did it say accounts?! What in the love of gods is going on here? I would say it was a prank but the only one that knows my full name is the Dursleys and they could never write that nor could they figure out how to send it with an owl. But it is a rather rude letter basically telling me that I need to get there now and it doesn't matter if I'm busy. And I have never in my life have gotten a letter so why are they so upset that I haven't responded. It says that if I need transport then say may your gold flow… I guess there's only one way to find out what's happening here.
Harry: "May your gold flow"...
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{AN: I was going to leave it there but that's cruel, and this is also extremely short so I guess I'll give you some more. :)}
Harry: "Ahhh what was that! I thought it might be like a cab or something not just… whatever just happened there. Where am I? Wait, is this a marble floor? What in the love of gods is going on here?"
Ripclaw: "Ah monsieur Potter. I see that you have a lot of questions and they will be answered all in due time but I need you to follow me to your account manager's office. He will explain what's going on. Well, come on then get up!"
Harry: "Umm ok?". What is that? Well, I guess it doesn't matter, I won't even mention it. But what does he have to explain? Other than how I got here and where I am. Oh, wait they say that I have some accounts? What type of account is it?
Ripclaw: "Where here. Please just go through this door. Your account manager will talk to you about anything you need to know. Griphook you're going to have to explain everything to this human I don't think that you have to charge him. He has been respectful, well not that he has said anything but most wizards would have been yelling at me minutes ago."
H: " Why are you talking like I can't understand? Your acting like you're speaking a different language?"
Griphook: "Well that's unexpected... Your dismissed ripclaw. Well, we can come back to that later but we have some more important things to do. So you know nothing about your accounts right?"
Harry: " I didn't even know that I had an account. But before we get to that where am I? Is this Gringotts?"
Griphook: "Right in one Mr. Potter. There are a couple of things that I need you to do before we talk about your accounts, I need you to take an abilities/ blocks test, and then we need you to take an inheritance test. All I need is five drops of your blood on each of the papers please".
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{HA ha, I'm evil, I'm just going to leave it there because again I'm just extremely evil. But still love you all and thank you for reading this. Also sorry if it takes a little longer to post the next chapter, I'm busy getting caught in Ratatouille the musical on TikTok so yah… thanks again bye!}