Turning to Neville while Harry and Hermione had their measurements taken, Ragefist began to speak. "Is there anything you need to take care of whilst your two companions are being fitted?"

"Yes, actually." The younger Gryffindor said, sitting up straighter in his seat. "I wanted to know if it's possible I might claim my Lordship as well? My parents are permanent residents of the Janice Thickey Ward in St. Mungo's with absolutely no chance of recovery. I know that it is an unusual circumstance however with the current political climate our little party needs all the help it can get."

"It is possible, Heir Longbottom. I took the liberty of calling for your family records and it seems that their will, like many of the noble houses during the war, laid in special provisions for the possibility that they were living but no longer able to maintain their duties as Head of the family. Had you not come to us now, a summons would have been sent to you upon reaching your maturity to come claim your lordship."

Neville smiled a little sadly and nodded. "Good, I would like to claim it and to be on the safe side, run the same tests as before with Corvus. I want to make sure we get any surprises over with all at once."

Ragefist nodded and proceeded to produce more of the same parchment as before and offering the blade to the youngest Longbottom. Following the same pattern as Corvus had, he placed the required drops of blood on each parchment before handing the now clean blade back to the goblin.

After a moment the parchments began to glow, unsurprisingly. This time there were surprises, though thankfully not nearly as many. Looking over the parchment containing his inheritances, Neville was shocked but then began to laugh.

With a curious look at him, Corvus moved toward his friend and looked at him curiously, an eyebrow raised questioningly. The youngest Gryffindor simply shook his head and handed over the parchment. Upon reading the words written, the young Black Lord laughed softly as well.

"What has the two of you so amused?" Hermione asked, watching them curiously though she was unable to leave her place due to the measurements currently being taken.

"It would seem that between Corvus and myself, we are the sole heirs and owners of Hogwarts." Neville replied with a smirk. "We are effectively Dumbledore's bosses."

"What?! How?" The brunette asked disbelievingly.

"Corvus is the heir of three founders, Slytherin, Gyffindor, and Ravenclaw. I am apparently the heir of the fourth, Hufflepuff." Neville answered, walking over and handing her the inheritance test results.

Lordships:
Longbottom (Blood)
Hufflepuff (Blood via Longbottom Line)

Inheritances:
Longbottom estate and vaults (Properties include Longbottom Manor, 14 Willow Way)
Hufflepuff estate and vaults (Properties include Hufflepuff Castle, Badger's Den, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Turning to the goblin who had been quiet during this short conversation, scribbling away on the ever growing stack of notes, Corvus spoke. "This will help us in taking the meddlesome old fool down?"

"Oh indeed, Lord Black." Ragefist answered with the goblin version of a smirk. "According to the Hogwarts charter, the founders, and be extension their heirs, retain the right to make decisions within the school. Up to and including the appointment or dismissal of the headmaster. The board of governors cannot overrule any decision made by the founders or their heirs and any changes or additions to the school's charter must be approved by them as well. It has been so long since an heir has come forward so these bylaws have been buried under decades of the board's dealings but it is still binding."

"Wicked." Corvus said with a smirk. "This will be very useful."

"Agreed." Said Neville. "Though I think we should keep this bit of information amongst ourselves for the time begin. Let's not tip our hand too soon."

Corvus nodded his agreement. "Yes, better to keep some things close until the perfect moment. The moment that will give us the biggest advantage."

"Exactly." Neville replied. "I'm sure Luna will let us know when the time is right. She probably already knew all of this, come to think of it.

"Probably." Said the other two Gryffindors in agreement. "She seems to know everything." Hermione added.

"That she does." The youngest Longbottom said, a small wistful smile playing across his lips for the briefest of moments before pulling himself together and turning back to the other results resting on the goblin's desk.

"Are you kidding me!? This cannot be serious!" He burst out after taking a moment to study the parchment that held the results regarding any effects currently upon his person.

"What is it this time?" asked Corvus, mild exasperation tinging his voice.

"These potions and spells!" Neville answered angrily. "Apparently you aren't the only one who's entire being Dumbledore has been meddling with! Look at this!" He finished, thrusting the paper into his friend's hands.

Spells
facere metuebat Severus Snape – Albus Dumbledore
Compulsion – Albus Dumbledore
Obliviate – Albus Dumbledore

Potions
siphon fortitudinem – Albus Dumbledore
Tumultus amet – Albus Dumbledore

"The first spell is a fear spell directed toward Professor Snape." He explained, visibly restraining himself from exploding. "It's to make me afraid of him. The second and third, you know what they are. I'm just wondering why in Merlin's name he would use them on me."

"Well now your unnatural fear of the greasy bat makes more sense, though to be fair most sane people are a little wary of the man." Corvus tried to soften the blow a bit with the latter statement.

"What are the potions?" Hermione called out, reminding them that she was currently being held hostage by a goblin with a tape measure.

Reading off the two potions aloud to Hermione, Corvus was thoroughly confused by her reaction. She had gasped sharply and paled dramatically. Even Neville, who had been so knowledgeable about the potions effecting Harry simply because of his upbringing, were unaware of the effects of these. Potions had not been his highest marks, for now glaringly obvious reasons.

"Neville! How are you still alive?" the brunette asked, her eyes slightly misty. "That combination could have killed you. You are incredibly lucky."

"What do you mean Mione?" Corvus asked, his anger towards the headmaster that had been simmering just beneath the surface began to once again boil within him. "What do these do?"

"Well…" She said cautiously, knowing Harry well enough to read what was going through his mind and anxious of the outcome of her words. "You know I tend to read books from higher years when I run out of assigned reading material…" She started only to be cut off, surprisingly by Neville this time.

"Just get to the point Hermione." He said a bit harshly.

"The first is a strength siphoning potion." She said in a rush. "Dumbledore has literally been draining your physical strength to make you weaker and most likely to make you meek and maliable." She finished quietly.

Neville took a deep breath and let it out through his nose several times, trying to wrangle his emotions into some semblance of control. Hearing how bad the first was he dreaded hearing the effects of the second potion but he needed to know. No matter how bad it was, it was better to know than to let it continue on without understanding the ramifications. "And the other?" He gritted out through his teeth.

"I… Neville… I'm sorry." Said the bookworm in a small and slightly broken voice. In that moment both boys knew just how bad this blow would be.

"Just… just tell me Hermione." The youngest of the three asked, almost pleadingly. "I have to know."

"Tumultus amet is a dark spell." She began softly. "It was created during the time of the witch hunts. Parents feared for their children's safety so they… took measures to ensure they couldn't be found out." She paused a moment as if searching for the best way to force out what she was trying to explain. "Instead of hiding the child away, which would raise suspicion, they…. They locked away the child's powers." She finished with a wince, almost bracing herself for the explosion that was eminent.

"That means…." Neville began but couldn't bring himself to say the words.

"What Miss Granger means is that Albus Dumbledore has been very very naughty." Ragefist said, the look on his face matching his name. "It means that he has delved into magic so dark that all knowledge was thought to be eradicated." He continued, standing and walking around his desk to stand before the youngest Longbottom. "It means that Dumbledore has bound your magical core."

"He WHAT?!" yelled Corvus, radiating anger even as his friend was swaying where he stood from the maelstrom of his own emotions and the boy's magic flaring and surrounding him. "How! How could something so… so evil!" he continued to rage, angered on his friend's behalf.

"Lord Black, please." Ragefist said, indicating the effect the magical backlash of his anger was having on Neville. Immediately he fought for control, taking a few deep breaths before moving to Neville's side. By now Hermione was finished being prodded and measured and made her way over to the other two.

"I'm sorry Neville, I didn't realize…" Corvus said softly, nudging him into a seat when it looked as though he was about to lose his legs thanks to the shock.

"What can be done?" Corvus snapped as he turned towards the goblin once more. "Can this be reversed?"

"Yes, Lord Black." Ragefist said with a nod. "We can cleanse him as we did you, though he will have much more severe side effects than you suffered. We must do this and quickly, it is only by the grace of magic herself that this boy is still breathing. We must unbind his core and put a stop to his strength with the upmost urgency."

Turning to Neville he spoke, though it could be seen that the goblin did make an effort to sound soothing. Not that it helped much, but the effort was appreciated. "Heir Longbottom, you must sign these papers to claim your title, lock down your vaults, and then we must get you into the cleansing chamber. We have not a moment to waste. Do you understand me?"

"I… I understand." Neville mumbled and signed where he was told, though he seemed to do so in some sort of a daze. The shock most likely, the others thought.

"If the two of you would wait here, we will take the new Lord Longbottom to the ritual chamber and cleanse these vile abominations from his system." Ragefist said to Corvus and Hermione. As they began to protest that they wanted to be with him, the goblin held up a hand. "His magic has been bound for who knows how long. Once we unbind it, the backlash could attack either of you. It will sense you as a threat. Even though he may not see you that way, his long imprisoned magic will be wild and uncontrollable, it will lash out and I will not put either of you at such risk. It's bad for business." The last statement was more for appearances sake than anything and they all knew it, but a goblin must not be seen to actually care about a human wizard.

Corvus understood though he did not like it in the least. Wrapping an arm around Hermione, he pulled her close to him, holding her to his chest for some much needed comfort. "You will be notified when all is finished, and I will go over the ramifications once we've finished." Ragefist said and turned to lead Neville down the hall and out of sight.