CRACK

"Master Harry Potter, sir! How is Dobby to be helping yous?" A small smile appeared on Harry's face as he stared down at the house-elf.

"What have I told you about calling me just Harry?" Dobby's eyes glistened with mischeviousness as he shook his head.

"Never, would Dobby do that, sirs. Dobby be owings Master Harry Potter sir, so much." They both nodded, knowing that the same conversation would be held every time Dobby was summoned.

"Dobby, today my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, even though I never entered. Dumbledore has told me there is no way around the magical binding contract. I have sworn on my life and magic that I did not enter myself into the Goblet, and neither did I ask someone else to do so for me. I also swore that if they did not do everything in their power to find a way out for me, that I would drag them all down with me, during this competition." He held a hand up as Dobby looked to say something. "After swearing such an oath and storming out, I found myself here." He swept a hand around the abandoned classroom. "Where I believed that the power I put behind the oath has broken many enchantments and blocks on my mind and magic. I need to find out WHO placed such blocks on me and WHY. Do you know of anyone who can help me?"

By the end of this speech Dobby's eyes were wide and filled with tears as he started up at him.

"Oh Mister Harry Potter sir, that is MOST dreadful. Never, never, ever, had Dobby imagined that he might have blocks on his magics, sir. Dobby will most certainly help all he can sir. Bad magics it be, to bind another, Dobby will not have it! Such evillness done to someone so pure! Dobby knows of goblins that will help Mister Harry Potter sir. But theys will not speak to house-elf that is not bonded to a master. But," Dobby looked up hopefully. "If Mister Harry Potter sir, were to BOND with Dobby. Then Dobby could most definitely speak to the goblins on his behalf. Dobby could set up an appointment for meeting with goblins."

Harry thought for a minute, he had never heard about goblins helping wizards in such a way. But he also knew that goblins had magics that witches and wizards did not. He wondered if they could possibly help him remove any remaining blocks, and find out who set them.

"Very well, how do I bond with you?" A large grin broke out across Dobby's face and his ears flapped while he jumped up and down.

"Oh, tis easy Mister Harry Potter sir. You just say 'I Lord Harry James Potter do hearby accept the house-elf known as Dobby, and all his descendants, into my service until such a time I deem them unworthy and present them with clothes.' then you grasp Dobby's hand with your hand that has Lord ring and wes be bonded."

"Lord? Ring? I'm not a Lord, and I definitely don't have a Lord ring."

"Oh no Mister Harry Potter sir, you is Lord of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter. Yous be having many vaults and properties and should have been given the Lord ring when yous were emancipated on your fourteenth birthday. Orphans of Most Noble and Ancient houses is being emancipated whens they turn fourteen sir."

Harry's magic immediately started swirling around him again, as his anger once again reached new heights. Desks and chairs were tossed around the abandoned classroom as if caught in a tornado. Dobby stood fearfully, eyes wide on the child he worshiped. Harry's eyes were glowing green as his magic became tangible in its intensity. Eventually Harry forced it back, though his eyes were still haunted, the repressed power lying in wait for a target of Harry's ire. He turned to Dobby again.

"I think I need to meet with the goblins immediately. Can you take a person with you when you disapparate?"

"Oh course Mister Harry Potter sir. Dobby can take you now?" He held out a hand, which Harry promptly took and with a CRACK they left Hogwarts behind.

They just outside Gringotts, which despite the late hour was still open. Harry hurried into the bank as quickly as possible, and approached the first teller he saw.

"Yes?" The goblin sneered, not bothering to look up from the paperwork he was engrossed in. Harry drew himself up and made the decision to be as formal as possible.

"I'm Harry James Potter I demand to know why I did not receive my Lord ring, notification of my emancipation, or notification of my holdings within your bank upon my fourteenth birthday, as is the law for the last living heir of a Most Noble and Ancient Family." The goblin jerked at his words and his eyes flew to Harry's forehead, then back down to his face. Harry kept a mask of impassiveness as he stared at the goblin, chin held high, magic still barely held a bay in his anger.

"Mr. Potter, we were expecting you many months ago. We send you a missive before your birthday requesting your presence to go over the details of your emancipation, your holdings with us, and to of course turn over your rings. We received a reply from your guardian at the time that you were waiving your emancipation, and had no wish to meet with us." Harry barely stopped himself from exploding, although his aura became very visible, and his eyes were glowing again.

"I said no such things to anyone, and I don't know what guardian you are talking about as it is obviously not my muggle relatives I am currently forced to live with. I wish to proceed with what should have happened months ago. i would also like to speak to someone about possible blocks on my mind and magic. Due to certain events earlier this evening I believe I have broken through some enchantments that were placed on me. I wish to be check for any more spells or blocks, and I want to know WHO placed them in the first place." Leveling the goblin with a glare he continued. "I demand that I be seen at once as it is obvious someone has lied to you and has been tampering with myself and possibly my holdings here."

The goblin bared his teeth at the barely concealed accusation of the bank's incompetence.

"Very well. BoneCrusher!" Another goblin appeared at his side. "Escort Mr. Potter to see his account manager, and call one of the cursebreakers and healers to see him immediately after he is done there."

Harry nodded, and followed BoneCrusher down many hallways before they stopped at a large emblazoned door. There was a large plaque Harry read as he was ushered inside.

Griphook

Potter, Black, Gryffindor Account Manager