Chapter One Huh?
"Mr. Powers! What do you think you are doing? Running off like that in the middle of muggle London. Do you know what could have happened to you young man! Drop that illusion at once. Your guardian and I have been worried sick since you ran off."
Looking toward the entrance to Gringotts the man infront of the goblin flinched and burst into a puff of smoke. The odorless and obvious illusory smoke disipated revealing a young boy of maybe thirteen years old. Looking away from the boy the goblin see the owner of the loud and stern voice.
"But ma'am you were taking forever with Uncle David examining everyone around him." Looking at the man behind the woman.
Glancing back at here companion she sighed." Regardless of the circumstances running of like that was not appriopriate. While you are in the United Kingdom you must be carefull. This is not the United States and you must give a proper image of our nation while here. Your inheritance is such that we could not restrict you from coming here, but you will be subject to the laws of this nation while here."
Looking back at the man we now know is Michael's uncle David she extends the same warning.
"Be warned that the customs here are different than our own nation. You young man must be carefull of your abilities and you Mr Emmons must keep your clothes on in public."
Quiet sniggering comes from the young man as the elder gets flushed in indignation.
"That was a magical accident and took a week to wear off. I wasn't going to wait a week to do my important work. I cast muggle aversion charms. How was I to know there was a wizarding field trip to Mount Rushmore. They completely ruined my work. Took me a month to get back on schedule."
"Regardless of the circumstances. I will again caution you. After this will reading is dealt with, I will be returning to the U.S. regardless. As Mr Powers' only living relative you will have to be responsible for him." Turning around the woman notices the goblin audience and clears her through.
"My apologies Master Teller. Time is gold and we are wasting yours. May gold fill your coffers, I am Mrs. Sabrina Roberts liason from the department of Mystic Relations in the United Magical States of America. Although this young man," here she looks at Michael cooly,"is an American Citizen due to his ancestry he is also a British citizen. This should not be a problem, but I am here to make certain the will reading goes smoothly. As you have the paper work in hand I believe we can conclude our business quickly."
"Yes, all that is required at this point is a blood sample to verify the inheritence." Pulling out a small spherical crystal and handing it to Michael. The quiet uncle, however, was no longer standing in the background instead he was holding the goblins arm away from the boy.
"And will this test cause any harm to the boys liver?" was the man's question as he squeezed the goblins arm. Wincing in pain the normally stoic goblin shook his head in the negative.
"No sir, the test requires only one drop of blood to verify any inheritences on record with Gringotts in no way does it affect the liver."
Nodding his head in acceptance the Uncle released the goblins arm and stepped out of the way.
Rolling his eyes at his uncle's eccentricities he accepted the stone and felt a single sharp jab to his palm and it was over. Handing back the orb with a single drop of blood within it back to the goblin. Placing the orb into an ornate silver device several images displayed above it.
"Are there supposed to be four symbols for Gryffindor?" asked the clueless young man.
"No," came Mrs. Robert's reply," it appears you stand to inherit a bit more than we were aware of before."
"That you are." Came the goblins reply." These are the crests for the Gryffindor, Prewitt, Bigglesworth, and Munchhousen. The first two left a total of seven vaults inside should hold a list of all assets as they stand. The next two are somewhat interesting though. The only asset they list is an unplottable island and all that is on it. The second is slightly more morbid. The Munchhousen family owned a hospital in the mid thirties in the United States. The lease is still in effect and you recieve money from that standing account regardless that the owners were not involved in the workings of the Hospital. The island has no name, but the hospital is known as the St. Charles Hospital for the Disturbed. It has a brother school here in the U.K. called St. Brutus but the land was sold to the government before the family died off."
"Well Mike you got yourself a hot bit of property there,"came the uncles voice," did a two year stint there when I was younger. Never seen such a collection of crazy people. They had good food though."
Mrs Roberts eyed the man. "I wasn't aware you had medical training."
"What? Why would I have medical training?" He looked at her as if she were crazy.
"But you just said you worked in that hospital." she stated looking at him in confusion.
"I didn't work there I.. ooof." His reply was cut off by his nephew who jabbed him with his elbow.
"He was there as a cook not a nurse."
Rubbing his gut David decided to play along with the kid who was obviously delusional. (Cough pot calling kettle black cough).
"Might we please continue?" came the annoyed goblin.
"Is there anything else to be done?." Was Michael's response.
"Here are your keys. The vault numbers are on them and that concludes our business. Good Day." and with that the goblin placed a closed sign at his counter and walked away quickly.
"Well gentlmen, it appears out time together is at an end. However, I will be remaining in contact with you over the year and should you need anything let me know. You are currently an important connection between our two nations. Should any trouble arise be certain to contact me." With a nod to the two gentlemen she walked to the exit and freedom.
Pulling his nephew into a one armed hug as the government liason walked out of the area he suggests the one thing the boy was very excited to do.
"Shall we see what you've just recieved Mr Moneybags?"
Shrugging out of the man's embrace he raced over to another open teller burning with curiousity over what he had just gotten from a bunch of dead relatives.