CHAPTER 3

Diagon Alley was a respected shopping district. The streets were neat and tidy and clearly marked for the shopper's convenience.

So it comes as no surprize that when a bunch of "bikers" came riding into the alley, there were some people who got the fright of their lives. Being wizards did not allow many to experience the JOYS of muggle technology.

Much worse than that is then seeing those "bikers" dismount their "monstrosities" and enter the Goblin bank.

But alas, there is always Murphy's Law and surprises come in threes.

As the last person walked through the doors to the bank, every last motorbike vanished into thin air.

Now this would usually not be a big event or something to get the Daily Prophet involved in, but the people who entered the bank drew enough attention by themselves to warrant a huge gathering outside.

"Did my old eyes just see who I think I saw?" An old lady who sold wares in sight of the bank asked the man standing next to her.

"Well Agnes, if you think you saw Sirius Black, Hagrid, Augusta Longbottom and some other folks just waltz right into Gringots bank, then YES. You saw what you saw." The man answered Agnes and moved to get a closer look at the people inside.

Now you should know by now that Goblins take security and secrecy very seriously (try saying that three times fast)…

The party of people had just waited less than a few seconds when a being of legend spoke with respect to a Goblin Teller. The Teller all but had a heart attack, but composed himself enough to lead the group of people to a private room for further business.

The Teller then rushed off to summon his own leader in such a way that it would have cost him his head in any other circumstance.

Teller Spike knew when he entered Chief Ragnarok's office his life was either forfeit or hoisted to new standards. He preferred new standards, but was not too hopeful of the other choice if he did not speak fast enough.

"Pardon your grace for the matter is great and the formalities mean less than dragon dung as we speak!" Spike flung himself as low to the floor as possible to avoid any projectiles heading his way.

"How dare you barge in here with not even a knock to my door?" Chief Ragnarok slammed his massive fists onto his table making it crack with the force.

"I speak only a few words then you my Lord my do with me as you wish, for then I would have died an honourable death." Spike had the courage to lift his head to the height of beheading and await his fate.

Chief Ragnarok was a wise and fearsome leader. His father died in battle and the chieftain position was passed onto him by way of battle for power.

Seeing a young Teller burst into his office and fling himself to the floor came as a mild shock to the powerful goblin. Then to see the same Teller beg for word and then accept death upon it made for a true shock.

"SPEAK" was all his mind could come up with after the Teller lifted his head in courage.

"The prophesized one is here." The Teller said and hand of cold ice gripped Ragnarok's spine.

Not waiting for much else he jumped over the desk, grabbed the Teller and all but marched him back to the private room he just came from.

Ragnarok's thoughts…

( It is true then. Voldemort has chosen to follow that idiot Dumbledore's ramblings and activate a false seer's prophecy. The poor child will have one hell of a life if Fate decides to play Her games with him. I just hope and pray to the Goddess that he ends up with people found worthy by Magic to teach and guide him on this path.)

Stopping in front of the private room, Ragnarok gently knocked three times and waited for answer, knowing that inside that room waited a few VERY powerful wizards and witches who would all be training their wands to the door by now.

He introduced himself and who was with him and was allowed entry to the room. Introductions were made and he and his fellows were scanned for any traces of foul play.

Ragnarok was floored by the amount of power held by these people and thanked his patience for asking first before acting.

As the introductions was made and small talk done to assess the situation, Healer Tess began her scans on Harry and was for the lack of words in English, NOT AMUSED by what she found.

Healers swear oaths to never harm or lend injury to another, be it human, beast or nature.

At that moment Healer Tess would gladly forfeit her oath to damage Dumbledore in the most creative ways her healer mind could conjure up.

Her WORDS shocked her Chieftain to the core and left the rest of the room in stunned silence.

Ragnarok swore under his breath and sent off an immediate summons to the Head of the Auror department, Amelia Bones. This matter just got much worse than any of them could handle without the assistance of the law.

Amelia arrived in a matter of minutes after the summons and took control of the chaos that was the private room.

Healer Tess gave a simple explanation of "Lord Potter is a ticking time bomb" and that was the start of a fantastic mind setting to work to save a disaster situation from continuing further than they needed it to at the present moment.

Amelia gave orders to who she needed and respectfully begged where she had to. Lord Harry James Potter, last of the Potter clan will live beyond this day even if it meant she had to give her life for his.

As calm settled back in the room, Ragnarok approached Amelia and handed her a glass with water in it.

"I am glad you responded so quickly to my summons. Your handle on chaos situations was quite refreshing to me. Yet I find myself outmatched by your knowledge of Beast History. I had no idea you were a guardian or that your ancestors were born to the pledge. I salute you Guardian Bones, as one Guardian to another." Ragnarok hit his fist to his chest over his heart and bowed his head in respect to Amelia.

To say Amelia was floored by the show of respect by the Goblin Chief would have been the understatement of the millennium, but being the kind of person she was, she schooled her face faster than a blink of the eye and saluted back.

"I found the matter and the time of the summons to be too much of an coincidence to be ignored or not take extreme interest in it. You see, Dumbledore was not the only one with sensory wards on some people's houses. The false seer foretold of "The one born as the seventh month dies". Well excuse me for thinking that there are more than just humans who were born as the "seventh" month dies." Amelia shook her head in frustration.

"Any person with SOME mental capacity would ASK questions and seek answers to such a wide declaration. I will not bother to go into too much detail about this, yet we came to the conclusion on just WHO Dumbledore chose when he sent the Potter's and the Longbottom's into hiding." Amelia paused here to take a sip of water and that was just enough time for "MOUNT AUGUSTA" to explode.

"That son of a… He targeted MY family!? He dared… I am well within my mind to do things to that excuse of a human being that would scar my family heritage for generations far past my Neville's trice great grandchildren!" Augusta shouted at the top of her voice while waving her hands in the air and walking in a circle.

"Madam Longbottom! I find myself in the position to assist you in much of your cursing, yet it brings us nowhere at this current moment. We have the means to do justice and play the GAME as it were according to OUR rules now. Dumbledore is still awaiting Hagrid and young Harry here. We are now in control of the "PROPHECY" if you were to think on it for a second." Whispering Wind spoke from his seat in the corner of the room and for the first time in more than an hour, sent the whole room into silence.

The only sound being that of Harry softly snoring in Andromeda's arms.