Chapter 8

"Don't try too hard to be something you are not." -Daniel Radcliffe

After a few more hours in the car, of which Jamie was asleep for ninety percent of that time, they were in Stillwater, Minnesota. Sam gently woke Jamie up, who pointed at a sign that all the boys could see. It read 'Burning Headquarters'.

"That is really a rather sick joke," Jamie stated, as Dean parked the car.

"Because of the Witch Trials?" Sam asked, as both he and Dean put hands on Jamie's shoulders.

"Yeah, but muggles didn't find Witches very often, and on the occasion that they did, the witch or wizard would stop themselves from burning, and just pretend, and then disappear," Jamie stated, as he led the boys into the Tavern, and through the back, where he took out his wand, and touched the third up from a barrel, and two across, just like in Britain. "Welcome, brothers, to the Magical World."

Dean stared, in absolute awe of the buildings, the life, and the blatant displays of magic. Sam however was just in awe that this was his little brother's world. Jamie led them to a marble building.

"Okay, now this is the bank, I am going to ask the tellers for a few things, including an inheritance test, an abilities test, and an audit for my account. Please don't stare at the tellers, they are Goblins, and are very good with money, and are honestly very neutral in the wizarding world, they only care about making money," Jamie stated, and his brothers nodded, and Jamie led them into the bank. As he warned, there were goblins everywhere, and Sam and Dean just stared straight ahead, walking like they were Jamie's protectors, which in a way, they were.

"Hello, Master Goblin, May your gold ever flow," Jamie greeted one of the tellers, and he bowed slightly.

"May your enemies fall down at your feet. How can I help you?" The goblin asked.

"I would like to talk to whoever runs the Potter accounts," Jamie stated, with an air of confidence that the brothers had never heard before.

"Of course, right this way sirs," the goblin directed them, and Jamie followed the goblin to a private office. Out of the fireplace stepped a rather tall Goblin, who looked the three up and down.

"I am Stormbreaker, Manager of the Potter and Black accounts, how may I help you?" He asked.

"Hello, Master Goblin, I am Harry James Potter, or James Oliver Winchester, and I am here to get some money out of my account, ask about my finances, get both inheritance tests and abilities tests, as well as to request that you, Gringotts run a full audit on my account," Jamie stated, holding out his hand for the goblin to shake. Stormbreaker shook his hand.

"I will have to have proof of your identity, which can be done by me taking a bit of blood," He stated, fishing out a bowl and a silver knife. Jamie took the knife, and sliced his palm with no delay, and let the blood drip into the bowl. Stormbreaker poured the blood onto a sheet of parchment, and chanted under his breath. The blood on the parchment formed the words:

Name: James Oliver Winchester- Wizard

Parents: John Henry Winchester (Father) -Muggle, Mary Sandra Winchester née Campbell (Mother) -Witch

Siblings: Dean Eric Winchester and Samuel William Winchester.

Blood adopted by: James Fleamont Potter and Lily J. Potter née Evans

Magical abilities: Parseltongue (95% blocked), Legilimency (100% blocked), Metamorphmagus (99% blocked) Natural Animagus (100% blocked), and natural Wandless magic (95% blocked).

Spells and compulsions: Liking Ginerva Weasley, by A.P.W.B.D, magic blocks, by A.P.W.B.D, magical staitis, by A.P.W.B.D

Vaults: Potter family vault, Potter trust fund, Black Vault, Slytherin Vault, Gryffindor Valut, and the Peverell Vault

Lordships: Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Peverell

"Well, Mr. Winchester, we better get you to some goblin Healers, so they can remove the blocks on your magic," Stormbreaker told the group of three.

"While I am getting all the blocks removed, could you please give my brothers the same test?" Jamie asked, as he saw a goblin Healer approaching. Stormbreaker nodded, and Jamie bowed before following the Healer out of the room.

"So, which Winchester wants to go next?" The goblin asked, and Dean stepped forward. Stormbreaker passed him the knife, and Dean sliced his palm without even a wince, and let the blood flow into the bowl. Stormbreaker poured the blood on another sheet of parchment, and chanted under his breath again. Once again the brothers saw the blood form words on the parchment, then sink into the parchment. These words read:

Name: Dean Henry Winchester -Squib

Parents: John Henry Winchester (Father)- Muggle, Mary Sandra Winchester née Campbell (Mother)- Witch

Siblings: Samuel William Winchester and James Oliver Winchester

Magical abilities: Occlumency, Spell resistance

"Wait, Mom was a Witch, like Jamie?" Dean asked the goblin, who just nodded, and Sam stepped up to take the test. He also cut his palm, and let the blood flow into the bowl, which was miraculously clean, now come to think of it, so was the knife. The goblin once more pulled out parchment, and poured the blood onto the parchment, and chanted under his breath. Sam's parchment read:

Name: Samuel William Winchester - Wizard

Parents: John Henry Winchester (Father)- Muggle, Mary Sandra Winchester née Campbell (Mother)- Witch

Magical abilities: Occlumancy, Precognitive sight, and Spell resistance

Vaults: Campbell vault, and Men of Letters Vault

Lordships: Campbell

"Damn Sam, you are a wizard and a Lord!" Dean exclaimed. Sam just continued to stare at the parchment in shock. Not only was he a wizard, but he had vaults and he had a Lordship.

"Master Goblin Stormbreaker, do you have any books on the Campbells?" Sam asked on instinct. Stormbreaker nodded, and left for a moment, and returned with a book and a box.

"This, Lord Campbell, is your Lordship ring," Stormbreaker stated, handing Sam the box. Sam opened it, and saw a seal engraved in the metal. "Jamie will be able to claim all his Lordships when he turns 15, due to the 'Line Preservation Bill'."

"Wow," Sam exclaimed. He slid the ring on the pinky finger of his left hand, almost like it was an instinct, a reflex.

"Also in the book, Lord Campbell, is the key to your vaults, when Heir Potter returns, shall we head to the vaults?" Stormbreaker asked, hands behind his back. Sam nodded, and just sat down in a chair that magically appeared. Dean was grinning at the look of shock on Sam's face.