AUTHORS NOTE
so I messed with the timeline a little bit. hogwarts is in session, its mid-september, the wedding went off without a hitch and harry, ron, and hermione are out still doing the horcrux hunt. that's when the ministry will fall.
DISCLAIMER: Im a dude im 26 not JK Rowling. dont own harry potter.
PROLOGUE:
"The dark lord has killed everyone in the lobby. he is making his way here sire, what shall we do?" Asked a medium height goblin armored in heavy battle armor, runes glowing in an ethereal light. he bowed to the golden throne and the goblin which sat upon it.
Raknok King of the gringotts goblin nation, thought and then said.
" Evacuate, and send the ring, AND scroll to mr. potter. it is time the blood returns. the WarMaster of the peverell line must rise or we shall fall. by my order. " the smaller goblin nodded his eyes wide in shock as he left the royal chambers and sealed them. giving the order to evacuate their people as their king made his way across the grand chamber.
Behind the throne to a small wooden door hidden behind a tapestry. he opened it and walked through into a small stone chamber, covered in centuries of dust. a pedastal sat in the middle on which a small handprint lay empty. Ragnok walked up and plaed his hand on it and felt a drop of blood leave his palm.
" I Ragnok, 6th of my name and 472nd King of the goblin People, Leader of the Gringott clan, and guardien of the ward ring and scroll of peverell hereby declare the need to great to refuse. As is My ancient duty I hereby beseech the powers to return what was given. To restore what was taken, and to bringforth the WarMaster of The last Scion Of Peverell. He who embodies the Loyalty of the lion, The fierceness of the badger, The darkness of the raven and the cunning of the snake, He who is the last son, of the last son. He who holds the powers through the blood of titles. Hear me fate weaver, and by the bargains of old obey. Return the linage of Harry potter to full strength and return what has been taken. so Mote it be!" there was a terrible thunder outside which shook the foundations of every magical home in britain. the evil felt terror, the rightious felt strength but all felt it.
Gasping for air where he fell ragnok pushed himself to his knees and spoke again.
"Gringotts wards of old, from days of blood and bone. Hear me now and answer my plea, the ring of wards so ancient and strong, long forgotten to peaceful song, now you are needed as the dark shall rise, to the champions hand with instructions now fly! " there was a burst of light and a small explosion. Ragnok fell to the ground dead. His task completed. Soon voldemorte would rue the day he attacked the goblin clan. And perhaps, dawn would come for them all.
