The Umbra Occultist: Harry Potter
Chapter 01: Meeting Hades
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Hi my beloved readers. This is a Harry Potter fic that I took the first chapter from another writer. The other writer doesn t log on often anymore so I haven t been able to reach him about it. I have, however, limited myself to the taking of only the first chapter since I don t want to be too much of a copycat. This chapter here is the second chapter that I wrote. The last one first one I actually wrote got carried away ad I had to force stop it. Toddles!
Please review so I'll know how you liked it.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or other published works that this fic might have some similarities with. Give credit to where credit is due.
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Chapter 03: Meeting Hades
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Harry woke slowly, he remembered his busy day yesterday and the very good food that he had eaten curtesy of Kipsy. Kipsy has somehow managed to get a few more elves to the Potter Linage. There is about thirty of them now. However, he suddenly felt cold as something curls into his side. Looking down he finds his ice dragon laying beside him watching him carefully. Harry gently pats his head and he rumbles at Harry.
Harry quietly slips out of bed and allows the slightly larger dragon to follow him for the day. Harry quietly slips down ad into the kitchens where they thankfully have muggle stoves, oven and fridge. Opening the freezer he finds a huge leg of lamb, carrots, and other stuff to create a very appetizing meal. Quickly moving through the kitchen he begins seasoning the lamb, mixing batter, and doing many other things as quickly as he could without magic. after about an hour Harry was caught by the head cook in the kitchen. "What is Master doing?" The tiny elf squeaks with fierce rage ad hurt in her eyes.
"I want to get a patron god for the house of Potter. I'm trying to make him a nice feast since I think that he might appreciate it better if I do it myself. Ca you get started o breakfast, please? I haven't been able to eat yet sice have been working." Flipsy becomes happy at the news and begins making breakfast for Harry as quickly as she could. Harry continues to cook even past Flipsy's finish ad Flipsy quickly began giving him hints and suggestions to make it better. After he felt that there was a huge feast for the god he began helping the elves to carry the food into the large formal dining hall.
As he places down the last piece of food he went to the center of the table to keep from making it seem that this was for himself. Clasping his hands together he quickly prays to Hades.
"Dear Hades, I know that most of the other Wizarding Noble Linages have a Patron God and that few would ever think of asking you to be their patron god. I just thought that I would be nice. If you hadn't have allowed my parents to die I would't have learned what I currently know about magic. I didn't even know about my noble heritage until I accidentally discovered the trunk in the attic. My name is Harry James Potter ad I just wanted to say thank you for making things turn out like this. At least I know that things could have been much worse. I have a very important question for you. I ... have an offering for you. I cooked a whole bunch of food for you despite not knowing what you would really like."
"Yes you did cook me a lot of food." Looking up wide eyed awe in his eyes he blushes as he looks at the god across the table from him. He was eating already and he appeared to be enjoying the lamb he cooked. Stammering for a moment at the sudden appearance of the beautiful god Harry finally manages to speak.
"Hades?" Nope, he doesn't speak he squeaks. Hades motion to the cold food that had been made for Harry's own breakfast.
"Yes, I am Hades. Not many people actually try to ask me to be their patron god. Most of them attempt to force it but eve more flee from the idea all together. Now what I would dearly love to know is what made you think of me and not Zeus or Poseidon." Harry slowly relaxes at the question as he prepares to tell the truth to himself again.
"For the longest time I thought I was going to work harder then anyone else to get anywhere. I was told my parents were drunks, I was forced to slave away while getting little in return. I ever expected for there to be anything for me like that huge amount of wealth. I didn't know who had blessed me so much to keep something like that growing despite me not having a clue it existed. I guess that I figured that you have doe more for me then the other two. I feel like I have a home here, in Potter Manor. I never had felt like I belonged before I found out about my magic. I figured that it would be wise to choose you as my patron least you get angry and take all my happiness away from me. This place makes me happy, you make me happy, money makes me happy." Harry sighs deeply as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Shaking his head to himself he hears Hades reply.
"So you think I did this on purpose? Just to make you happy?" Hades sounds so delight-filled about his answer that he only has the ability to groan at the miss understanding.
"That isn't what I meant thought it is true that you did that for me intentionally or not." Hades is eating as Harry looks back up at him. "I just wanted to say thank you for not stealing the last of my family belongings away from me. I didn't think I had anything. Even without meaning to you bless me yet there are more out there I want to share your blessing with. Sharing makes me very happy. It makes me feel good about myself even if I didn't do anything truly wonderful. I feel like I stole all of your blessings away from other people who deserve it just as much as I do. I do't want to hog it all to myself cause that would be selfish. I don't like being selfish..." Hades snaps his fingers causing for a few skeletal arms to reach toward his own food and heap it onto Harry's plate. Harry looks at him as if he is stupid.
"You like to share, yu say that it makes you feel good. I used to feel the same way. That was before people used me for their own gain. I sensed that your emotions are strongly pushed into your beliefs ad those words you told me. I do not believe that you are selfish. Even if you do it out of guilt you are still following your heart and your love. Not many people do that now days. I am highly impressed with you, Beautiful." Harry blushes brightly as the skeletal hands pass him his plate back to him. Slowly beginning to eat along side of Hades he can't help but wonder why he was being so nice to him.
"D-d-don't call me that!" Harry stutters as he realizes what he called him. Hades simply gives him an shit eating grin.
"Are you trying to tell your Patron God what to do?" Harry squeaks softly at the older man as he returns to normal. He is eating like he didn't give him that grin that sent shivers up his spine in both delight and terror. Delight since it meant that he could play tag with him and terror because there was nowhere he could hide from him. Harry slowly forces his hyperactive brain to slow down since this is supposed to be a formal event. Harry forces himself to eat the food he prepared until most of it is gone, somehow, and the god in front of him has made a choice of some sort.
Harry quickly begins picking up the empty dishes and carrying them to the kitchen. He knows that Hades has been staring at him almost nonstop since they, Harry and the elves, started cleaning up. Looking at Hades for a briefly moment he startles as he sees an older boy beside him who looks about fifteen or so. Waiting patiently for his new Patron God to finish speaking with the boy he continues cleaning up the area while doing his best to avoid the two of them in their discussion. "Harry, come here." Harry gently hands the dishes he has to the nearest person who turns out to be a zombie. Shaking his head Harry walks over to them two of them and realizes that there are a lot of Zombies walking around the room cleaning up after the meals.
"What is with all the Zombies, Lord Hades?" Harry looks at the zombies with childish delight that he wasn't able to hide very well. He is astonished that they are not trying to eat him. Turning to Hades he realizes that he has missed something. "Why aren't they trying to eat me?" The older boy scoffs at him for some reason before it clicks in his brain. "Are you Hades' son?! How is that possible? Are you a god? You are pretty, Mister. How old are you?" He raises one finger to tell him to stops and he realizes that he was rambling.
"The Zombies are people I summoned to get this estate back into working gear. They aren't trying to eat you because they prefer the leftovers from the table. Yes, I am his son. By impregnating a human woman. ot a god, I'm a Demigod. And I'm what? And I'm fifteen." Harry blushes ripely as he said that out loud.
"Your pretty, I've never seen anybody like you before. You are exotic!" The older teenager has the decency to scowl as he blushes.
"You are't old enough."Harry blinks in total confusion as he turns toward Hades questioningly to find him face palming.
"What are you talking about 'I am not old enough' for? I've done kitchen work all my life. I am a hard worker. At least I hope I am... I've not really many people to compare to." The boy blushes as he realizes something that excludes Harry for the moment. Huffing with annoyance he turns to Hades. "What do you need, Lord Hades?" Hades motions toward the older boy.
"This is my son. He is going to teach you how to use a sword properly. He might have other things to teach you if you do well. His name is Nico Di Angelo and I expect for you to obey him as you would me. Understood?" Harry nods eagerly as he smiles at Hades previous seat and blinks as he looks around for him again. Shrugging it off Harry turns to Nico. Seeing that annoyed look on his face he asks a question.
"What stances are we going to start off in? I know that learning stances is the beginning to become adept at the least. I also know that I need to start weight training so I'll be able to hold the blade for long periods of time without tiring. Where do you want me to start?" Nico looks at him astonishment in his eyes for the first time that Harry seen it. Nico scowls again and motions for him to follow him. Walking through the area Nico walks aimlessly before they arrive in the armory of the manor. There was a few other things such as the pile of 'weight gear' in the corner. Nico almost stops him at the sight of the runes on the outside but Harry tells him the truth.
"According to Mummy's Letter these are what the majority of the Potter Linage used for weight training. She told me that she had to craft her own to use since these are keyed into the Potter Linage and blood. As long as I am a Potter I will be able to wear these. it will hurt people other then me when they try to touch them. That is why most of them are burnt when their users are slain in combat." Nico simply ods in interest as he looks at the strange runes. Surely enough they slowly started adding weight to her limbs the longer he wore them. He first started out running laps around the main manor house with Nico behind him carefully watching that the weights aren't too powerful for him to carry. He ran none stop for three hours. Then he tripped and caught himself before continuing.
"That is enough running for now. We need to start practicing other thinks like cartwheels and squats." Harry nods to him as he continues by rolling into a cartwheel. Somehow he was able to pull it off from a run. After thirty minutes of cartwheels he begins doing the crunches. They make him sore but he continues out of sheer determination to get strong. After as doing as many different exercises for the day for just as many minutes each he was finally allowed to take the weights off.
Walking to the house he goes inside and walks toward his bedroom, the Heir's Suite, and begins taking a shower in his private bathroom. Feeling the tremors under his skin is something that he will never forget. He quickly uses the beautifying products to help clean and groom himself. It feels relaxing to just slather lotion on his sore muscles and to sit for a while.
Getting out of the shower he quickly dries off as he places his training gear on his nightstand. Hearing a soft knock at his door he opens it to find Nico wearing a frown leaning against the well next to the door. "Yes, Mister Di Angelo?" Harry asks happily as he knows that he should be grateful to him. Nico raises an eyebrow at the name for him.
"I was wondering where I will be sleeping. You own the house so you should choose so thank I don't get into any magic traps." Harry blushes as he bows at the waist quickly.
"My apologies, I completely forgot about getting you a room. Kipsy?" He stands straight as Kipsy appears next to him. Kipsy looks rather nervous about Nico for some reason. "Kipsy are you willing to help us figure out where Mister Di Angelo will sleep? If possible we will need two copies of complete maps of this building's interior so we don't get too lost." Kipsy shuffles nervously as he glances at Nico.
"Kipsy be happy to help but Kipsy has a question for Mister Di Angelo." Nico nods to show him that he is listening to him. Kipsy takes a death breath before blurting out, "Can Kipsy have a Cerberus puppy? They make good guard doggies and Kipsy think that one can help Master Harry to battle better. Him appears to be more of a teamwork person. At least, that is what Kipsy has observed." Kipsy gives him the most adorable puppy eyes and Harry's heart melts.
Harry then realizes something. "If I'm getting the puppy then shoudln't I go to the place that the puppies are at to try to get a bonded? I've already got the Dragon and the Phoenix but now at the thought of a Cerberus my magic feels like it is itching. Hopefully this will be the last one since I don't know how to take care of all of them." Harry sighs deeply as he realizes that he can barely attend to the two pets like this. They probably thought he abandon him. Hearing a croon from behind him he sees Whitey tumble out of the large wardrobe and he is carrying Umbra on his back.
"Whitey! Umbra! What are the two of you doing in there?" Gently scooping Whitey up into his arms he sees that he is about the size of a fully grown cat now.
Nico gently reaches out and caresses Whitey's feathery crest on his head. "Whitey is to mundane. I'd personally call her Bianca since it means white. Plus Bianca is more musical and pretty, just like Bianca the Feathery Dragon." Harry smiles at him and he gets sniffed by Bianca. Turning towards the bed he walks over to the bedside and pulls a huge steak out of the drawer and begins letting Bianca tear into it. Grimacing at the new mess Nico whistles sharply, as if commanding for somebody to 'come here' and like he wasn't patient at all. As Harry was about to ask him about it three zombies walks into the room and see the mess that the dragon hatchling is making.
Taking off her bracelet she turns it back into a trunk and sees Nico stiffen and start twitching. Pondering why he would suddenly do that she gasps. Opening it to the hearth room that she placed the eggs in she slowly prods at them with her magic one at a time. None of them reacted but one that shies away from her. It was the deep orange egg and it was glowing some. "Get the orange egg and the itching will stop. Nico jumps down into the trunk and touches the orange egg.
CRACK!
It began splintering rapidly as the egg shell peals itself off of the baby inside. Strangely enough, it is a a very adorable ocean blue dragon. It hums loudly at Nico who just stands there shell shocked before Harry realizes something as Nico asks, "Why did it hatch for me? I... Do I have magic?" He sounds sad as he gently hugs the baby dragon closer to himself. The baby doesn't deny him what he wants.
"I guess that Hades had an unknown need for you to discover it. The egg would have only hatched if it has somebody that is own magic resonates with the other's magic. We should take these Eggs and try to get them to hatch if at all possible. I'd hate to be cramped inside one of those things." Harry shudders softly before Nico stands and begins climbing the stairs to the lid of the trunk. Harry quickly follows after him with Umbra on her shoulder. As they exit the trunk a pair of owls fly into the room. One says Nico's name and both of them bear the seal of Gringotts.
Harry quickly opens the letter for him and sees a few important documents. Harry glances over at Nico who has also taken the letter for himself and opened it. "Nico, how do the goblins know about you? Do you have a vault at Gringotts?" Nico shrugs at her with honesty on his face.
"For all I know I could, I don't remember anything before the age of ten. I got dipped into the river of forgetfulness called Styx. I even forgot my Mom." Nico looks so down that Harry hugs him from behind and rubs his back. Nico doesn't cry for some reason so Harry figures that it is fine with him. I wish that he could be happy despite forgetting his Mum. Sure, I don't have memories of my own either but he had them and they are now gone. That is just bad. Harry steps back some and Nico turns around to face him.
They two of them look at the blue dragon and Nico quietly says, "Camiro. Your name is Camiro. Camiro means beautiful in Italian."Camiro croons at Nico as Harry walks over to Bianca. Bianca lay, curled up, in front of his hearth of the suite. Kipsy still stands where he was forgotten and Nico looks at the two of them.
"I doubt that Dad will want me to give away one of Cerberus' pups but if you ask nicely he might let you buy them. He has plenty of money and can get anything he wants with ease so I don't know how we can convince him. Can you think of anything?" Harry shakes his head before snapping his fingers suddenly. Turning to the nearby desk he strides over to it and begins writing with a quill. After a few brief moments he has something that he wants on the paper.
Kipsy looks down at the item he wants and slaps himself on his forehead. Popping away silently the two of them wait briefly before Kipsy pops back into the room with a shrunken head. It was a male head and he kept looking at the two of them. Kipsy finally got tired and gave him to Harry before waiting patiently. "So you are my new owner." She didn't appear very happy with him at all. Harry pauses before an idea hits him.
Glancing at Kipsy for a moment Harry speaks. "No, I want you be your friend. And it is because that you are one of my new friends that I have a gift for you." The head turns on its thread to look at him in astonishment before scowling. Harry motions for Kipsy to come closer.
"Kipsy, can you help me by going to buy a powerstone? I want for it to be somehow attached to this young man. I think it would be wise to do so since he might be able to levitate and move around by himself is he does so. Plus he might want to study some time on things he doesn't know so we need a way for him to hold books or write note. For all we know he could discover the cure for cancer." The head gapes at him before nodding to himself. Kipsy walks over to the painting behind the headboard of the bed and slides it to the side.
There behind it was a vault. Kipsy gently touches the vault before it clicks over. Inside is three fairly large power stones, each was just about the size of the combined tip-to first knuckle of a grown woman's fingers. Kipsy walks over to the head as he ponders how they are going to do it. "I can swallow those. I have enough room inside my head for them and I can cough them up when they need charging." Harry grins before he plucks them away from Kipsy and begins charging them as quickly as possible. Thankfully the night has come and it was about bed time.
Gently placing one on his tongue at a time he allows the head to swallow all three of them. The head gasps for some reason. "Did you realize that by me eating those I absorbed them as my own magical core?! I can now become a wizard!" Harry didn't freeze like Nico did but he did smile at the head.
"That is wonderful news. But first I want to know what you want us to call you. What is your name?" The head froze as it tilts ands begins hovering. Harry releases the thread meant to hold the Deluxe Athena Shrunken Head. He floats around as he looks around. Finally after several minutes of silence the head snaps his fingers.
"Can I be Alex?" Harry nods to him before patting his head affectionately.
"You are hereby christened Alex Potter!" He said it as a joke but the glow that came from him and went into the head showed that yes, that he is christened. "Uh, ops? I am sorry I should have asked if you wanted to be a Potter like me. I apologize, I should have been more polite. Now not only are you my brother by magic but you are next in line to the house of Potter... I need to get you a trust-no, not a trust vault-your own vault. I guess that I need to talk to Griphook, my account manager about how much money is going to be placed inside your vault every month. We will both talk to him about it." Alex nods to him before realizing something.
"Potter? As in Harry Potter?" He is calm on the outside but Harry knows that he has something on his mind.
"Yes, Alex. I am in fact Harry Potter. I should have Introduced myself sooner since that would have been the proper thing to do." Alex grins at him as he laughs light heartedly.
"You apologize for adopting me into the most prestigious family in Britain right now?! Oh, I get it. You didn't want to force me to be a family member! But Harry, you are the most famous person the whole world over right now. Anybody would kills, torture or even slave away to be adopted into your family. It is a very honorable family and even the Dark wizards recognize that. There is no need to apologize since you have done me a very good favor by adopting me like this. I truly appreciate it." Alex smiles widely at him and Harry blinks owlishly. His eyes are wide and his mouth has a 'O' shape while his checks are like a fish.
Shaking his head he slaps himself. Then he snaps his fingers. Turning toward Alex he asks, "Is there any way that we can get you something to do while we sleep? I don't know if you even sleep at all. Maybe to rest all you got to do is recharge your core." Alex grins thoughtfully and mischievously while looking around.
"I would like to be granted access to your library if at all possible. I know the Potters have some very hard to reach books and they surely have some hidden knowledge inside of them." Harry nods to him as he looks at Kipsy. Kipsy snaps his fingers causing another elf to appear as happy as can be.
"What can Dinky do for Master?" The elf asks quite cheerfully. Harry motions at Alex and Dinky gasps. "Him have magic of the Potter family! That not be possible!"
Harry gently taps the elf's head to get his attention. "I gave him some of my magic. He is now a Potter and you will treat him as you would me. If he has any requests please do try to help him with those as long as what he asks is reasonable when he explains it. For now, if he asks for stuff, buy it out of the main vault until we can get him his own vault." Kipsy nods and bows to Alex happily.
"What can Dinky do for Master Bobblehead?" Harry clears his throat causing Dinky to know he shoudln't have called him that.
"I am sorry Dinky, I should have told you his name. He is Alex Potter. If you have time do tell the other elves that Alex is to be treated with respect and kindness. I understand if you slip up and get informal with him since you might share interest of stuff such as brewing potions but do try to make him happy as you would me." Dinky looks up at him and gapes at him after a few moments he gently hugs Harry.
"Dinky likes Master Harry Sir. Master is very kind and understanding. Dinky was freed because Dinky messed up with former Master. Former master was a very bad man and Dinky never expected to live Dinky's full life. Dinky truly appreciates the kindness that Mast has shown Dinky. Dinky has never been so spoiled." Dinky separates and gives him an infectious grins from ear to ear. Harry instantly started smiling at him.
Alex speaks up quietly. "Dinky, how many more abandon elves are there?" Harry drops the smile and wait for an answer as well.
"There be at least one hundred world wide. Every day an elf dies from lack of bonded. Dinky just happy that Kipsy summoned Dinky to help the Potter linage. Dinky never thought that Dinky would be loved by anyone." Dinky sighs deeply before he mutters something barely audible. "Dinky still cannot have children..." Harry hears it before kneeling next to Dinky surprising the elf while giving him a stern look.
"Dinky." He says reprimanding him. "Since when did I say that you couldn't have children. As long as you don't have more than five I am more than happy to let you find a partner for life. It has to be somebody that you love though and they have to treat you right and vice versa." Dinky tackles him causing him to thump onto his rear from where he had been kneeling next to the hyper elf.
"DINKY SO HAPPY! DINKY LOVES YOU MASTER! DINKY GETS TO HAVE FIVE BABY ELVES!" Dinky cuddles up with Harry as he forces himself to calm down. Sitting up some Dinky apologizes. "Dinky is sorry, Dinky shouldn't have yelled like that but Dinky is so happy for Dinky and other elves. Master truly spoils us elves and we do anything to make you happy for what happiness Master has given us homeless elves." Harry sits up and gently places Dinky onto the bed beside him as he turns his bracelet back into a trunk. Pulling out a notebook and a paint brush that he was smart enough to buy he begins writing a letter to Griphook.
Greetings to thee, Honorable Accountant Griphook,
This is Harry, your client and 'Lordling' as you called me. I have a request for you. I have just discovered a few things from my house elves that worry me and I cannot get it off of my mind despite all of my tries. It makes me very regretful that such things are happening unnoticed.
I have been speaking with Kipsy and a few other elves. I just discovered from an elf he recruited from 'the wild' that there are at least a hundred homeless elves. He also mentioned that elves die without a bonded. I think that they are absolutely adorable and I cannot fathom the cute little things being sad all alone while I am feed, happy and healthy. I've decided to start a new charity. I think I will call it S.P.E.W.
SPEW is going to be the Society of the Promotion of Elvish Welfare. I want these elves to have people that care for them and who will treat them as beloved yet eccentric family members. My mother's journal on elves told me that most elves are owned by the nobility or by those with enough money. I want this society to recruit people who are not afraid of toil or slavery as some might view it as. I don't know if there are any books on it but I will have to start getting a few quills to start writing a few books while I tell them everything.
"I want the SPEW program to be live a muggle foster home for the elves. They need at least three meals a day, chores to make them happy, and whatever else they need. However, I want the families that they are placed with to give them at least five free hours a day to craft things to sell. Things like potions will help to pay for medical needs, food, and other things that the elves use. If possible start coordinating with another group ad ask them what they know about elves.
Besides that I now have a Patron God, Hades is it. His son somehow moved in with me and has magic of his own. I want for you to help come up with a few teachers for five months from now at the earliest. I will get him started on learning wandless magic since I know the basics to use it at the least. If possible get a few music players with relaxing music like stuff that people use for yoga or the sounds of the ocean. That might help him to relax and it will help him to meditate to find his core.
I think that is all for now, let me read your letter to me that I just got.
Harry reaches back for the letter that the owl delivered to him. reading it throughly he almost has an heart attack. He didn't even know how wealthy he was!
Greeting to thee, Honorable Lordling Human Harry,
This is Director Ragnok from Gringotts. I am happy to say that I would be delighted to meet with you. My advisors are also meeting with us, they seem interested in the boy who has so many kind things to offer to our people. Never in a million years would I have expected for someone like you to show up and mae me happy again.
Before I get carried away with the reason behind my letter I must introduce myself and my story some as you did for me and my three advisors when you wrote those letters. I have always been from one of the more civil clans of the goblin race. The majority of us wish to be left alone and are well versed in insults that would get us attacked by humans. My clan never has much of a problem with this quirk as we were raised to be civilized.
I grew up being taught human mannerism since I was being prepared to take over for my father as King of the Goblin Nation. That is why I am called Ragnok. Ragnok means Most High Holy King in the Goblin tongue. So I studied and I prepared for many year. I never got to have much of a childhood that was expected of my race either. My father was always trying to calm the people and failed many times which caused our people to mere bankers. I, since I have become Ragnok, have learned to allow my goblins more time to practice their war games since it keeps them calm and stops goblin-human wars.
Many of my people favor me simply because I keep peace between our two races far better than my father did. I was always taught everything, from politics of your people to weaponry of mine own. From the letters I have read from you you have learned to fend your yourself quite well if you were able to seamlessly hide your true skill.
Now to my point. I would, at any rate, be very happy to meet with you even if you walked into my throne room covered in cow dung. When my people started telling everyone of how you defended Griphook from my General, the leader of my protective services, many goblins became happy. Even now my daughter wishes to meet you in person if only to find out why you are so respectful to our people. They were delighted that a human cared enough about them to possibly try to defend a complete stranger to the point of painful legilimency and being torn apart on the inside.
I truly wish that you would come visit me today, I am aware from Griphook that you are ill prepared but I am too interested in you to patiently wait two weeks to meet you. If you are willing I will speak about the contract and several other things, such as getting a few goblin tutors for you.
If you didn't notice from what I said many goblins are signing a petition that you be made into an honorary goblin. I wasn't sure who was the last person to have the title and I am not even sure if you would accept as a human the titles of a goblin. Many of the wealthier goblins are pitching in to help create the structure for the library. We are carving it out of black marble. We also have decided to call it the Harry James Potter National Goblin Library. I know it is a long ame but many of the goblins on the other councils, like the scribe council, insist that it be named such and I do try to make my people very happy.
I am normally a very jealous goblin but today I feel that I am a confused goblin. Not only did you offer to help my people but you have been completely honest with Griphook when speaking to him and you have brought us many things such as the owls that none of owned the breed of, the baby supplies for my secretary and a few others in need, and you have even sworn to write a book and send its proceeds to Gringotts to help my people in front of Griphook. You swore o you magic and that, while being incredibly stupid, is something that will kill you if you even dare to back out on it.
I must stop ranting, I ask that you use a spell called. Gracius Harium. It, when directed at your human hair, will allow it to grow much longer. It will grow to reach the floor to be exact. Use it on yourself and any humans you bring with you. Make sure that your elves braid your hair nicely so that it. Please come and visit me tomorrow if at all possible.
Tonight just sleep well.
Director Ragnok Royden
Harry stares at the letter before turning to Dinky and looking at Alex and Nico. "Hey, tomorrow we have an appointment at Gringotts with the bank Director. We need some sleep. Alex, do you want to come with us?" Alex nods to him happily as Harry turns to Kipsy. "Kipsy, we need for Nico to be placed in the room beside me. Make sure that he sleeps until morning about eight o'clock to get fully rested. We need to go to bed now since it is so late in the day. Let's sleep well." Harry walks over to the bed and slips under the cover. He falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.
