Iridescent
Author's Note: I'm really pleased you all enjoyed this past chapter. I really had a good time writing and creating the alias I wanted for Rowena, and I'm more than happy with the reader that had suggested about using the Queen's assistance to help him clear his name quicker. I had to re-write this chapter a few times, and I think that this settles it in many ways. This will be one of the last chapters with Harry in England, so we'll meet the Avengers very soon! I'll apologize for this taking so long, I'm in the process of moving, so it's a bit hectic! Anyway, thanks to suggestions, story alerts, community alerts, reviewers, and all those who added this story to favorites!
Also, as I've stated before, this is an AU, thus the years are tweaked to fit my story! P.S. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to send this to my editor, but I wanted to get this up before Super Storm Sandy hit. See its heading straight towards me, so I don't know if my power will go or anything. Stay safe everyone, hopefully this won't be bad! – CJG
Warning: This story contains homosexual relations, violence, foul language, extremely light sexual content, mentions child abuse and rape, and slight graphic content.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Avengers, or Harry Potter, I'm simply borrowing characters in hopes to make a relatively good fiction.
Chapter Four: Ehwaz
Ehwaz: The Rune of Momentum
If a few hours ago someone had told Griphook he would be tending to an alleged murder, he would have laughed. The Goblins hadn't dealt with any wizards illegally since Sirius Black, and that wasn't even by choice. Dumbledore had threatened to overrule any creature law that gave the Goblins freedom to move about the Wizarding world with ease. Sure, they lacked the respect they deserved, but they still were allowed to complete business in peace. If Dumbledore would have overturned the law, the goblins would be sent back to the depths that they had crawled from in the first place. Of course once they had learned that Sirius Black was not only innocent, but the perfect Lord for the family, they were eager to please. Lord Black was neither the kindest, nor sanest man, but he often brought Harry Potter to visit them.
They had gained much respect for Harry Potter when they had met him on his Eleventh birthday, the kindness and respect he showed for all was remarkable. He had thanked each Goblin he dealt with that day, and even going as far as expressing his pleasure of their wisdom and knowledge in a note not but a few days later. He had stood up for the Goblins on more than one occasion, and he had always been completely honest with any dealings he had with his money. He had been sixteen the last time they had handled any of his money, Harry had glided into Gringotts with the grace of a panther asking to speak with the goblin that controlled his bank and easily locked away everything he owned to everyone except Remus and Teddy Lupin. Not three hours later he had been picked up for the murder of over twelve people, though not one name had ever been mentioned on who he had killed.
The Goblins had always believed Harry to be innocent, but who would listen to the creatures that wallowed in said darkness? Who would believe anything that they had to say? They were only goblins to the wizards; they weren't even allowed to use the same washrooms, not that they would even if it wasn't against the law. They had known about the abuse he had suffered, and had tried on many occasions to set him free from the Dursleys. They had known about many different things, yet never once have they been able to help Harry Potter like he had been able to help them.
But today, Griphook had decided, today would be different.
With a nod he had made his decision, he was in need of contacting the current Head Goblin, who held all of the blood magic relics to test clients. Ragnok would be pleased to assist Harry, and he would be even more pleased to knock the ministry down a few notches in the mind of not only the wizarding world, but to show just how corrupt politics could be in the mundane world as well.
"Excuse me," Griphook said as he knocked on the door of the Head Goblin's door, hoping greatly that the goblin wasn't in the middle of a meeting. Making Lord Potter wait was not something he wanted to do. "Head teller Ragnok, I'm in need of assistance." The gobbledygook of course flowed with a welcome bit of formality; this was his boss he was working under at the time. He deserved much more respect than he was given.
"Yes, Teller Griphook, do come in." was the response he received. With ease he pushed into the room, the expression on his face was schooled into an emotionless mask, but underneath he was rather worried about Ragnok's reaction to Harry's innocence. Of course he was with the other goblins in the belief that Potter was an innocent, but he had a bond with the now adult that was something to envy. Harry had met Ragnok on his first visit to Gringotts, and they had hit it off in an uncharacteristic frenzy of interest. The older goblin had almost been too overprotective of the boy.
"Do pardon if I drop formality Head Teller," the sentence had collected the Head teller's attention in an instant. His brow slowly rising into his wrinkled forehead in interest, "You may not believe who I currently have sitting in Private room 13." Griphook said as he settled himself carefully onto the chair across from the head teller.
"Who might that be, Teller Griphook?"
"Harry Potter."
Rowena Ravenclaw had lived hundreds of years, if not thousands. She had seen many things, too many things in some cases, but she would not change a thing. The one thing she seemed to regret was leaving the wizarding world during this life. Of course it was for the best, she was the Queen, under constant watch, always under lock and key. She couldn't risk the rest of the world finding out she was actually one of the four founders of Hogwarts. That she wasn't the small white haired woman she played herself, but actually a six foot, black haired, cornflower blue eyed witch. It had been hard aging into a muggle, as a witch who hadn't aged before it was something completely new. It was odd to think that once this body died she would be returned to her normal state.
She exhaled slowly, attempting to ease her mind. It wasn't strange for her to be thinking of the wizarding world. On Thursdays she was often brought back to remembering one Harry Potter, whom she had completely lost track of on every radar she had.
The boy had crawled into her life quickly, even if it was unintentional at first. She had been on the way from a meeting in Surry when she stumbled upon the boy cowering in the park after what had appeared to be a rather violent fight, only to find the fight had been a beating for dirtying the floor when he had gone into the home after an exhaustingly hot day for water.
She had collected him, fixed him up, and offered him a home with her. He had denied it, saying that even though he wanted free, he had obligations and no matter how badly he wanted to escape he had no choice but to stay. They had agreed to keep in touch, Rowena mostly agreed out of interest and concern for the boy, and Harry simply because he desired someone to listen.
Listen she did, every week two days a week they met and talked. They shared knowledge and interests. Sometimes Harry had to wait until after dark because he couldn't slip away all the time, but he never missed their dates. That was until four years ago, she had waited for hours that Thursday, and she had waited even longer, going as far as sending out search groups. She couldn't enter the Wizarding world without revealing her identity, and it was not yet time.
Four years she had waited, she had worried, and she was gaining and her worry. What if something had happened in the wizarding world? What if Harry had died? What if he had gotten into trouble? The questions never ended, she couldn't help but be horrified.
There was a sudden tapping at the window of her bedroom, the one place where she could allow her true form to show. Her long raven colored hair billowed fell down her back, reaching just passed her shoulders. It was braided carefully, and wrapped into a bun atop her head. Her molten silver eyes glanced up to catch sight of a harsh looking mocha colored owl. Even at the sight she stood quickly to let the beast in, though the animal didn't give her enough time to shut the window. He simply swooped in, dropped the letter in her lap, and flew away. She had a puzzled expression on her face, but she shook her head and slowly opened the letter, reading the sentences that came after the opening sentence,
"Assistance is required in regards to revenge on the behalf of the betrayal of one Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world."
"Mr. Potter, It appears that you are indeed who you have said you are. Do forgive the caution." Ragnok said with a snarky smile, it came across as more of a grimace, but Harry didn't mind. He simply smiled a wide smile in return before nodding in understanding. They watched as the blue liquid now tainted with the red of his blood swirled to purple. Harry wordlessly casted a healing charm on his hand as he watched metallic objects started to show in the water.
Griphook took a ladle from the side of the large caldron and start fishing out rings. Harry was pleasantly surprised when he saw not two but five rings being fished out of the bubbling lilac liquid.
"It seems that you are quite a bit more than we perceived," Ragnok said, shocked staring at the different crests and the different ranks that in this time Harry had received. "Please reach forward and place the rings on your fingers, you won't need to wear them on your hands at all times, but it is suggested that you keep them either on a chain around your neck, or on your person at all times." The head teller said after clearing his throat. Carefully he handed Harry the first ring he was to claim, making sure not to touch it for fear of the wrath he would receive from the protective wards on the ring.
"This is the Potter ring of Lordship," the Goblin said, watching with awe as the ring practically crawled towards Harry, the ring was a rich red colored gem sitting atop a gold band. It settled on his ring finger with pride seeming to grow brightly before returning to its deep warm colored red. "This is the Black ring of Lordship," A silver ring seemed to react the same way, its obsidian stone seemed to turn light gray as it almost shrugged in relief as it relaxed on the middle finger, shrinking greatly from its large size to fit his spindly finger. "The Slytherin ring of Lordship." The ring with its silver band didn't crawl or struggle like the others, it formed a snake and slithered to his left ring finger and wrapped itself around the flesh. A small emerald grew from its mouth as it seemed to bite its tail so it would not slip. "The Pendragon ring of Dukeship," Ragnok continued, almost breathless as he stared wide eyed at the ring. He had given up handing the ring as this one crawled dragging itself desperately towards its new master who gently picked it up. He slipped it on to his index finger with care as he smiled at the eagerness of the silver band. He gently caressed the sky blue gem as he looked up waiting for the next ring.
The expression he saw on the face of the Goblin was one that a person couldn't even pay to see. The wide eyed slack jawed amazement that was on the face of not only Ragnok, but Griphook as well.
"The Merlin ring of Dukeship." It was almost as if he had stopped breathing. Harry honestly felt as if he could fly. Griphook was looking over the papers that were resting in his hand. The Merlin ring of Dukeship was an old looking ring; it was covered in runes and in small diamonds. It was priceless, obviously, as Merlin himself had been the last human to have worn the thing. It was a deep colored bronze and it seemed out of place with the other rings, but it had chosen to rest itself on his thumb, growing to fit the larger bone, before shrinking gracefully to the proper size.
Silence seemed to spread around the room. He had come from all of these bloodlines? Slytherin seemed to puzzle him the most, Gryffindor he could picture, but he had no idea that he was related to Salazar Slytherin. He was shocked, but honestly it made sense, at least it explained the Parseltongue without making him feel like Voldemort's spawn.
"These papers hold your current account holdings." Griphook breathed carefully, obviously attempting to keep his voice neutral. He started to hand the paper to Harry, wary of his shaking hand.
Harry took the paper from the Goblin's hand and leaned back into his chair, still drawling his thumb over the sky blue gem of the Pendragon ring. His eyes widening as he read the contents of the papers. Mouth carelessly falling agape, knowing he looked much like the Goblins that he had.
Account holdings of Harrison James Potter:
Inherited by Blood:
Vault 687 School funds of Lord Potter's Heir: 576,000 Galleons, 88,000 Sickels, and 79,000 Knuts.
Vault 685 clothing, jewels, weapons, and fund vault of Lord Potter: 70,342,831 Galleons, 198,023 Sickels, and 123,382 Knuts. (Vault holds two inner chambers of dress robes, every day wear, muggle clothing, and furnishing for a home. Two inner chambers full of elemental weapons, runic weapons, and countless other priceless artifacts)
Potter Properties include:
Marauder's Manor (Kenmare, Kerry, Ireland) (Inhabitable) (Currently uninhabited)
Baby's Hollow (Godric's Hollow, West Country, England) (Uninhabitable)
Potter Manor (Caerphilly, Gwent, Wales) (Inhabitable) (Inhabited by caretaker Mrs. Lund)
Lilly's garden (New York City, New York, America) (Inhabitable) (Inhabited by 1 Gibby the house elf)
Vault 711 clothing, jewels, funds, and furniture of Lord/Lady Black: 94,342,159 Galleons, 73,000 Sickels, and 14,234 Knuts (Vault holds four inner chambers of dress robes, every day wear, muggle clothing, and furnishing for a home. One inner chambers full of countless other priceless artifacts)
Black Properties include:
Black Manor (Portree, Isle of Skye, Scotland) (Inhabitable) (Inhabited by15 house elves)
Dark Vista (Unplottable) (Inhabitable) (Uninhabited)
Grimm's Tower (New York City, New York, America)
Vault 897 clothing, jewels, weapons, funds, and artifacts of Duke Pendragon: 423,523,958 Galleons, 4,062,123 Sickels, and 590,324 Knuts (Vault holds six inner chambers of dress robes, every day wear, muggle clothing, and furnishing for a home. Eight inner chambers full of elemental weapons, runic weapons, and countless other priceless artifacts)
Pendragon Properties include:
Pendragon Castle (Unplottable) (Inhabitable) (Currently habited by 120 house elves)
Pen's Cottage (Forbidden Forest, North Scotland) (Inhabitable) (Uninhabited)
Kinn's Escape (Unplottable city, Spain) (Inhabitable) (Currently inhabited by Mr. Jeeves)
Vault 12,874 jewels, clothing, weapons, funds, and artifacts of Lord Slytherin: 914,987,420 Galleons, 123,523 Sickels, and 189,743 Knuts. (Vault holds seven inner chambers of dress robes, every day wear, muggle clothing, and furnishing for a home. Four inner chambers full of elemental weapons, runic weapons, and countless other priceless artifacts)
Slytherin Properties include:
1/4th of Hogwarts castle (Unplottable) (Inhabitable) (Currently inhabited by 487 students 4 teachers and 27 ghosts)
Chamber of Serpents (Unplottable city, Germany) (Uninhabited) (Uninhabited)
Slytherin Castle (Unplottable city, Southern France) (Inhabitable) (Uninhabited)
Vault 12,893 jewels, clothing, weapons, funds, and artifacts of Duke Merlin: 10,234,683,012 Galleons, 52,092,520 Sickels, and 15,092,510 Knuts (Vault holds eighteen inner chambers of dress robes, every day wear, muggle clothing, and furnishing for a home. Ten inner chambers full of elemental weapons, runic weapons, and countless other priceless artifacts)
Merlin Properties include:
Merlin castle (Currently named Merlin's home for children): (Unplottable) (Inhabitable) (currently inhabited by 37 children and 4 caretakers)
Camelot (Unplottable city) (Inhabitable) (currently inhabited by 45 men, women, and children)
Dream wake Cottage (Ottery St. Catchpole, West Country, England) (Inhabitable) (Uninhabited)
Vault 1,253: Jewels, Clothing, weapons funds and artifacts of Count and Countess Carnarvon: 2,523,459,009 Galleons, 100,430,540 Sickels, and 520,740 Kunts (Vault holds 7 inner chambers of dress robes, muggle clothing, muggle furnishings, muggle weapons dating back to early 1700s, and rights to 14 Danish Warmblood Stallions, 8 Thoroughbred Stallions/Mares, and 15 unnamed breed from a magical breeder south of West Berkshire. Five sub chambers full of unorganized artifacts.)
Carnarvon Properties Include:
Highclere Castle (Highclere Park, Newbury, West Berkshire) (Inhabitable) (1,600 ewes, 840 Pheasant) (Currently Inhabited by 14 Maids/servents)
Carnarvon Estate (Unplottable) (Inhabitable) (currently uninhabited)
High Horn lounge (Newbury, West Berkshire) (business) (Inhabited) ( Currently bringing an income of 150,000 dollars annually)
Inherited by Law:
Vault 713 Flamel Family vault: Empty
Vault 987 jewelry, clothing, weapons, funds and artifacts of Lord Lestrange: 52,023,829 Galleons, 85,982 Sickels, and 56,009 Knuts. (Vault holds two inner chambers of dress robes, every day wear, muggle clothing, and furnishing for a home. Two inner chambers full of elemental weapons, runic weapons, and countless other priceless artifacts)
Lestrange Properties include:
Lestrange Manor (Montrose, Angus, Scotland) (Uninhabitable)
Shadow crest (Hogsmeade, Moray, Scotland) (Inhabitable) (Inhabited by Mr. and Mrs. Kirk Loiter)
"How am I the heir to the Lestrange vaults?" Harry questioned after a few moments of silence. The Goblins seem surprised by his questions, but they simply smile lightly.
"When Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange passed on their vaults were to pass to the next Lord of the Black family. They had thought you would not become the next Lord, which would have made Draco Malfoy the lord, as his mother's maiden name is Black." Griphook started to explain carefully.
"How does it feel to be the richest wizard in Britain, Mr. Potter?" Ragnok started to ask, though he was cut off as the strangest thing happened.
The door to the private room slammed open suddenly, startling everyone in the room. A tall dark haired woman surged through the door, a few goblins following with uncharacteristic babbling apologies. The woman's molten eyes locked onto Harry with large amounts of heat, but more worry than malice.
"Harry James Potter, you have four years of explanations to make up!"