Iridescent

Author's Note: Really great acceptance of the last chapter guys. I realize that Harry is ridiculously rich, but I feel like he had such a rough childhood, being obnoxiously rich would be a change. Plus you all know Harry; he'll use all of it for good! He may be hell bent on revenge right now, but you all know that his heart is still good. We already have well over 40 reviews since I posted last! I've had countless ads to favorites, as well as tons of story alerts and I couldn't be happier. I'm glad you all like Row, I can't wait to write more about her. Anyway, suggestions are always welcome! Please don't hold back, I love ideas! Also shout out to the 100th reviewer Wolf Fable. Thanks for reading!

I apologize for not posting; this last month has consisted of packing and buying a house. My landlord only gave us a week and a half to move out, so it's been nuts. Between building stalls, moving boxes, moving horses, cleaning, and painting I've been pulling out my hair. Next chapter should be up around the 13th, if not sooner. Next chapter will be the last chapter posted in Britain; the rest will be in America. Thanks for holding on guys, I love you! – 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 Five: Hagalaz

Hagalaz: The Rune of Disruption

There stood Rowena Ravenclaw in all her glory. Her long raven curls tumbled to her shoulder blades in a thick regal looking hairstyle. A midnight colored cloak hanging from her shoulders, covering a perfectly tailored sapphire colored silk dress. The dress matched her eyes almost perfectly, and seemed to contrast with her milky skin, and her dark hair. Harry could have sworn that if the lights were off they would almost be glowing. She was thin, but not disgustingly so, her body held curves that most women would, and have, killed for. On her finger was a platinum ring with the crest of Ravenclaw settled. She looked dangerous, and not like someone who you dealt with lightly.

There were a few moments of silence before Harry was standing and practically sprinting into the rapidly open arms of the one woman he had ever truly trusted. His arms wrapped around the older woman and laughter seemed to bubble from his chest. And even as he was smacked lightly on the back of his head before returning the embrace with vigor, he still held on as if she was a lifeline. He would have been embarrassed if he hadn't suddenly felt so utterly exhausted.

"Row, I missed you so much! I'm so sorry I missed our tea dates, I really didn't want to! I tried mum I really did." He was blabbing, but the woman who he saw as his adoptive mother was in front of him, and he couldn't stop himself from reacting. He couldn't help it, but as soon as he pulled back and started to babble. He knew he looked more like four year old than a twenty-two year old that he really was. He spilled it all, the abuse, the rape, the hurt, the betrayal. Even down to everyone who had been in the conspiracy. The goblins were almost as horrified as Rowena, but not nearly as blood thirsty as the ancient witch. With each wrong doing her expression darkened just a shade, and by the end of the story she looked fit to kill.

It seemed like another elephant entered the room, at some point Rowena had slowly guided Harry to sit down on a chair, and she had pulled up a seat and sat knee to knee with the boy. Offering what little comfort she could. She didn't want to frighten Harry, she knew he could be unpredictable when he was this emotional, and it was a good idea to proceed with caution. She sat listening with rapt attention, practically taking down mental notes, and updating plans of punishments upon the world that she had abandoned for so long.

"They had withheld my inheritance Row, I could have bought myself freedom so long ago, but somehow the ministry had locked 4 of my accounts until I turned 20." Harry whispered, finally calm enough to speak, his face held a heartbroken little smile as he looked up at her. "I could have come and lived with you Mum, I have the bloodline and qualifications to even work for you, but I couldn't. They only gave me my school vaults, and not even all of those." He couldn't even finish his statement completely before he was wrapped in a warming embrace.

"We will be getting our revenge, my little raven. No doubt about it, but I feel that we should take care of your vaults." Rowena said carefully, looking at Harry as a mother would look at a broken son. She gently traced his cheek with her pale piano player fingers before taking his hands in hers once more.

"My vaults, what about them?" Harry questioned carefully, clearly getting his voice and his strength back. Something about his foster mother always seemed to break him, than built him up again as a force to be reckoned with.

"We can make adjustments to ensure all of your funds are completely safe, Mr. Potter. We find ourselves... Eager to ensure you are protected." Griphook said eyeing the head Goblin, who nodded in agreement, his eyes sharp coal colored eyes narrowed, eye brow twitching in anger. He looked like a venomous snake, seconds away from laying his non-existent fangs into a not so innocent victim. "I'll go make the arrangements, Duke Pendragon."

Harry heard the Goblin mumbling horrifying plans under his breath, causing Harry to smile slightly. He had the same plan, make them pay… but how? How could he make them feel the pain that he had felt? He would be the first to admit that he was crazed about this. It was important, it needed to happen. He doubted he could even live a sane life if he even questioned that they didn't pay enough. He couldn't let them get away free. Not this time. Not ever again.

They sat and discussed quietly what would be the best course of action. Trying to think of less brutal ways, and more cruel actions that wouldn't shed nearly as much blood. No matter how badly he had wanted to slaughter the entirety of the British Wizarding World, he wouldn't. There were some (though few) who had stayed on his side, some who didn't need to bleed. Others who had simply fallen prey to mind binding magic, and others who were too afraid not follow their shepherd. Children who hadn't known better and parents who needed a good beating. There were few, but he knew most needed punished, and who was he to not grant them such?

"A mass Crucio?" Rowena supplied with a feral grin, causing Harry to laugh happily at the idea. It was more to cheer Harry up then to be taken seriously, but it was indeed a fine idea if someone asked Harry. The damn bastards deserved it.

"A mass spell of truth, they would have no choice but to be brutally honest?" Ragnok said carefully. A small smirk on his face, in truth it would work, but not nearly horrific enough.

"What about life debts, Mr. Potter." Griphook's voice cooed from the door. The three creatures sitting in the room stopped. Not moving for a single second. Now that was something, "Every wizard owes you a life debt. You could take the main betrayers magic, and force the rest under a new rule." At this the entire group seemed to perk up.

Take their magic? What better punishment than stealing their lives away. They would be forced to live their lives either as Squibs, or Muggles. He knew some would die; they wouldn't survive the muggle life after relying on magic, he knew some would do fine, but they would still suffer greatly. They would remember why, they would remember how it happened. Harry could only smile when he thought of how they would weep. How they would sob, and beg for forgiveness. Forcing them to accept a new ruler would be interesting, his eyes lingered momentarily on Rowena, who met his gaze with a nod. They both knew who would overtake them.

"Yes. I do like that very much. Rowena, Griphook, Ragnok are you interested in becoming overlords?" Harry asked while grinning like a fool at the expression on the expression on all of their faces, "What? We limit the amount of money a wizard is allowed to have in the bank. We force them under a new ruler. We create a new council, we choose the members for each species. It's a perfect plan." Harry's animalistic expression would have been unsettling if the others didn't have the same expression.

If anyone had walked into the room at that moment, they likely would have fled in the shear horror at the sight. There sat the three soon most powerful creatures in wizarding world, and the known (though wrongly accused) ex-convict, freshly out of Azkaban. Grinning like children at yule, over a plan that would likely cause the death of a large number of creatures.

"I made the security updates for your account holdings, Harry." Griphook said with a smile, he was still adjusting to using the man's name, not often wizards granted them with honor of using their given names, even less often wizards with such wealth and power. "I do need three drops of your blood though, to ensure that the blood wards will be set."

Harry accepted the paper that the goblin handed him with a nod, reading the paper with careful eyes. He gave the needed blood quickly, before regarding the paper. Paying close attention to detail, it read simply:

"All money of vaults 687 and 685 moved to vault 713. Sub vaults to be cleaned and inventoried before organized.

Contents of vault 226 moved to vault 711. Dark artifacts to be purified and charmed, before being locked into a quarantined sub vault for 25 days before use.

Dragons, blood ward activated vault lock, and gargoyles added to vaults 711, 713, and 897 as a security increase. Passwords will be added and set by current master of vaults, only being interchangeable by the master.

Dragons, gargoyles, and blood ward activated vault lock to be added to vaults 12,874 and 12,893 as a security increase Passwords will be added and set by current master of vaults, only being interchangeable by the master..

All properties that are inhabitable yet uninhabited will have 3 house-elves (or 1-3 human caretakers) sent to clean and update the home. Also a guardian will be added for the protection of the homes and estates. All caretakers will be keyed to the blood wards, and sworn to an unbreakable oath to remain on the grounds until released (by order or death) by their master."

"Perfect, I do ensure that these measures are taken Griphook, I trust you more than you could ever picture, be it unwise as it is." Harry said with a smile, slowly starting to rise from his chair. "I cannot wait to do more business with the both of you." He turned to leave the office, glamour back in place.

He pulled the hood back over his head and started out of the building, one Rowena Ravenclaw attached to his arm as he left reciting the line he was told to recite as he exited the wards of Gringotts.

"I, Harry James Potter, do here by activate the life debts of…"

TBC

A/N: Cliff hanger hanging from a cliff, and that's why they call him cliff hanger! "Can't. Hold. On. Much. LONGER"...I always loved that show as a child. Freaking between the lions... Why did you have to get cancled?! Well, anyway, be ready for the finished life debts, I apologize once more for it taking so long! We'll cover the complete revenge next chapter, which should be up the 13th as promised! If it isn't I wish you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and a Blessed Yule. The next chapter is in a few different points of views, and it may touch the avengers. Maybe… I haven't decided yet. Do you guys think it should?