please note that the timeline is 10 years in the future so hurry will only be going to Hogwarts in 2001

Chapter 2

"Who are you?! How did you get in here?!"

Harry ignores what he assumes to be a guard in favour of looking at the creature sitting behind the extravagant desk. From notes and pictures he remembers from his parents' journals he makes that assumption that he is in the presence of Director Ragnorak, the leader of the goblin nation in Britain and the accountant of the Potter holdings.

Harry sends an amused smile at the Director, making sure to not show any of his teeth, and releases the tight hold that he always keeps on his magic and lets it run free. The goblins in the room feel as if a heavy weight has suddenly been put upon their shoulders.

"Might I suggest, Director Ragnorak, that you order your guards to not raise their weapons to cliental? Especially against one who has come to speak to you since you are directly in charge of his accounts." Harry watches as the Director's eyes widen in surprise and shock at the implications of what has just been said. "And its probably a good idea to do it as soon as possible. You see its been awhile since I have had a good fight and since I know that the Goblin Nation is a nation filled with warriors, I doubt I can contain the excitement and thirst for battle that is currently burning through my veins."

As the last word is spoken Harry takes control of his magic and exerts a small amount of pressure on the rest of the occupants in the room. The goblins surrounding Harry all begin to tremble due to the pressure being applied to them.

To the surprise of nearly everyone in the room Director Ragnorak bursts into laughter. The rest of the goblins in the room are too surprised to do anything but stare at their leader in astonishment. After calming down, the Director waves his hand in the air to signal that the guards should stand down and go back to their previous positions in the room.

"It has been years since anyone has ever been able to make me laugh like that." The Director swipes a tear from his eye as he stands up and walks around his desk to stand before Harry. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Heir Potter."

"The pleasure and honour is all mine, Director Ragnorak. Please call me Harry." Harry holds out his hand, a gesture he learnt means friendship from what he read of the goblin culture. The Director raises an eyebrow at the outstretched hand while Harry smirks at him. "In my few short years of living in this world, I have learnt that having friends makes everything quite a bit more bearable. Don't you think, Director?"

The Director smiles and shakes the offered hand. "You are more a like than you predecessors than you will ever know Harry." He gestures to the seat in front of his desk before walking back to his chair. "We have a number of things to discuss but before I get to that, is there anything you would like to talk about before then?"

Harry sits in the offered seat, crosses one leg over the other, and closes his eyes in concentration, using occlumency to gather his thoughts. "Yes, there are a number of things. First and foremost is that I know that as of today I am eligible to be emancipated. I want that to be done and soon as possible, as well as discretely as possible. Next, I would like copies of all the accounts of all the vaults I happen to own."

The Director nods his head and waves over two guards. After giving instructions, one guard hurries out the room while the other walks over to a cabinet and searches through its contents. "The emancipation shall be happening here and now as it pertains to the wishes in your parents' last will and testament. The accounts are being gathered as we speak by one of my most trusted employees." Talks are paused as a bowl decorated with rune carvings and gems is placed right in the middle of the desk. The Director opens a desk draw and producers a ceremonial dagger before placing a blank parchment in the bowl.

"Before we can emancipate you, it's a good idea to first find out if you are the heir to any other House besides that of Potter. Cut the palm of your right hand and squeeze the blood over the blank parchment."

Harry does as instructed and spills blood onto the parchment until the Director signals that its enough. Harry wipes his hand free of the excess blood with a rag given to him by one of the guards. The Director takes the parchment out of the bowl and places it on the desk.

Head of House Potter

Head of House Peverell

Heir of House Black

Head of House Gryffindor

Heir of House Slytherin (conquest)

The Director looks at the list in astonishment. If this was accurate, and it always was, that would make the young boy sitting in front of him the richest person in Magical Britain. Maybe even the world. Looking up at said boy, the Director is taken aback at the look of sheer concentration and determination present in those emerald green eyes. If he looked closely enough, he could see the sparkle of pure magical power. Right then and there, Director Ragnorak decided to treat Harry as a person of similar standing instead of that as a young boy.

Before a word is spoken about the list, the goblin that ran out the room earlier runs back inside carrying an armful of files and handing it to the Director. After sorting through the files and papers the Director places in front of Harry a parchment and what he believes to be a blood quill.

"Before we go further with our discussion it would be best for you to become Head of House Potter. This will enable me to speak freely about all matters that pertain to you, you House, and this list."

Harry reads through the file of pages before giving a slight nod and signing where directed to by the Director. When he's finished he is handed a ring with the Potter crest on it and told to put his left index finger.

"The Potter ring will allow you sign letters and documents with the Potter crest as well as validate your position as Head of House Potter for when you cast your vote in the Wizengamot. The ring also protects the mind from those who would try and steal family secrets through the use of the mind arts."

Harry sits still and silent for a moment to process everything that has happened so far. He looks up at the Director with a gaze that promises pain for whoever gets in his was. "Director Ragnorak, please inform me of who was looking after the Potter accounts and what changes he or she has made as well as any transactions made."

The Director, quickly catching on to Harry's train of thought, spreads out all the pages in the Potter file before picking one up and reading its contents.

"Albus Dumbledore was in charge of the accounts due to him being your magical guardian. He moved several artefacts from the main Potter vault to his own personal vault. He made payments to vaults belong to himself, Molly Prewett, and one belong to a group called the order of the Phoenix. He also set up a marriage contract between you and Ginny Weasley, daughter of Molly Prewett. He has also been using money from the Potter vault to-"

Crash

The Director snaps his head up at the sound of something breaking. As he glances around the room, he only realises what is going on when he sees 3 of his personal guards struggling to stay on their feet due to the amount of magical pressure being exerted by Harry. Glancing at the young man in front of him, his head jerks back in fright.

Harry is sitting quietly in his seat, the epitome of poise, calm, and grace. His eyes, however, tell an entirely different story. Harry's eyes contained so much rage and anger that the Director, for the first time in decades, felt scared for the life of both himself and his people. Green flames were flickering on the edges of Harry's eyes, allowing him to give off an image of that as a demon. The Director knew then and there that he was sitting in the presence of not a wizard or even human, but that of the most dangerous predator he has ever met.

"Director Ragnorak, I want you to get me back all that was stolen from my family. I want the highest penalties to be placed on both Dumbledore and Molly Prewett. After that is done, I want that marriage contract destroyed. Next, I have a list of people left to me by my parents. I want everyone on that list to pay back their debts to House Potter before the 1st of September. If they are not paid you then have my permission to do as you see fit to get back what rightfully belongs to my family." Harry reaches in to his jacket pocket and places a page on the desk before focusing his intense gaze upon the Director. "Am I understood, Director Ragnorak?"

The Director can do nothing but nod his head. At seeing this, Harry uses the full strength of his occlumens training to calm himself and his magic down, allowing the Director to send out his orders.

"Director, as a sign of friendship to the Goblin Nation, I would like to give back all jewellery and weaponry that was made by your Nation that are in any vaults that I may own."

At hearing this, all the goblins in the room became still as statues. Such a gesture has never been made in history. To even think of it world be considered insane. The Director was about to say yes before one of his most trusted advisors spoke up.

"Why? You are obviously intelligent so you know of the horrid relations between our two races. Why do all this?"

"Payment, employment, protection, and friendship." Answers Harry without the slightest hesitation. "Payment to pay off any and all debts that I may have inherited to your Nation through being the Head of these houses. Employment because I know for a fact and without a doubt that the Goblin Nation have the best craftsmen and women to ever walk this earth. Protection for myself and for my family for when I eventually get around to building one. And lastly, friendship. My vision for the future is to create a world where all species and races have an equal say in what happens in the world they live in. Magical Britain is behind the rest of the world when it comes to this aspect and I plan on changing that. I will need help from powerful friends and allies. Who better than those who make it their life's work to look after the money used by everyone else?"

The room is completely silent, the goblins not knowing what to say and Harry just waiting to hear their reply. Director Ragnorak get up out of his chair and walks in front of Harry before kneeling down and bowing his head.

"Thank you for this gift Lord Potter. You have no idea what this means to my people and eye." The goblins in the room all follow their leader's example and kneel down before Harry, who just sits there and gives them all a genuine smile.

"Director please stand up. Its unbefitting for one such as yourself to bow before anyone. And please instruct the rest of your people to stand as well. I never want my friends to ever bow to me. I am not a king, just someone trying to get back what is rightfully his and then help build a better future for those who follow after me."

"On behalf of my people, we graciously except the conditions of this gift. Thank you, Harry."

They shake hands to seal the deal. Harry then waits for the Director to sit at his desk again and write down the orders of what will happen at the end of this meeting.

"Director, due to you being the accountant of the Potter estate I know that you are aware of the secret Potter Cottage located in the mountains of the Forbidden Forest. I plan on making that my home as soon as I am done with business here in the Alley, as I know that it is on an unplottable piece of land. I need your best warders to set up the best defences money can buy. I will even pay triple to have it done by 5pm today."

The Director writes down his instructions before handing it over to a guard who quickly runs out the room.

"Next, I would like to commission your best blacksmith. While growing up, I became fascinated by the fighting art of boxing. I fully intend to incorporate that into a fighting style when using my magic. I need two bracers that act like wand holsters, can only be worn by me, and can channel magic through them when holding my wands." The Director nods his head and writes down the instructions while listening to Harry. "I want the Potter crest to be on both bracers as I plan on making this a family tradition. I plan on becoming Head of the other Houses after I finish school or if there is a need for it. For now, I am content to just be their Heir for now. No need for any unwanted attention."

"Harry, I must ask, you know about your title here in the wizarding world? Whether you want that attention or not, you already have it?"

"I had my assumptions but I was never certain. From what little my relatives were able to tell me from what they learnt from Dumbledore, I had my guesses about what things would be like when I came back. I do not plan on hiding, but I also do not believe in letting my enemies know of all that I am capable."

The Director looks at the young man sitting in front of him in awe. To show such maturity and intelligence at his age is almost unthinkable. He had a clear plan for the future and he intended to see it through, no matter the cost. It was something he admired and respected in individuals.

"Is there anything else we can help you with Harry?"

Harry sits in contemplation for a bit. He finally looks up at the Director as he lifts a finger to point at his lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"What can be done about this?"