As Harry was left alone in the conference room, he shifted nervously on his feet for a few moments before selecting a chair at the table. It was a comfortable chair, designed specifically for the person using it sink into the chair in bliss. It made dealing with the wizards easier for the goblins. However, Harry was only sitting on the very edge of the chair and so manage to escape its charm.
Shifting now and then, the young wizard was slowly settling down as he stared at his hands on the polished wooden table. What was he doing? Rushing off foolishly like he had at the end of the year, though at least he was only putting himself in danger. Unless one took the prophecy into account, then he was putting the whole world in danger by venturing out of the safety of his relatives home. But did he believe in the prohecy? Or them in general? Obviously Dumbledore and Voldemort believed in it a great deal.
The contemplating frown was deepening upon the facial features of the wizard as he sat there, staring at his hands and being oblivious that he was no longer alone in the room. Iceshred was standing quietly next to a tapestry of a pile of gold coins, watching the young Heir to his largest account. It was hard to find similarities to the past Potter Lords and Heirs he had worked closely with, some even called a friend. For all intents and purposes, the wizarding sitting slouched in the chair looked like an ill bred beggar. There was nothing noble looking about him. Ungroomed hair, clothes that were obviously muggle, glasses that didn't suit his facial features at all. Upon closer inspection, not only where the clothes muggle but they were obviously way to large for him and looked to be of the poorest grade of material.
However, it wasn't just the physical appearance of the Potter Heir that caused alarm in the goblin, but rather the body language. It suggested someone attempting to hide, someone scared and nervous and well.. a squib. The magic humming around the boy suggested a few spells in place, though he could not be sure of what. The moment the boy became aware of the goblin was easy to detect, for his head jerked in his direction and his body became rigid.
Once eye contact was made, Iceshred knew that not all was lost. For in those green eyes, he saw power and emotion, the anger simmering there was the brightest to see but it soon was replaced by nervousness and curiosity.
"Mr. Potter." The goblin stated in way of greeting as he approached the wizard.
"Hello, Sir. I assume you are Iceshred?" The greeting was returned as Harry rose to his feet, abit akwardly.
"Indeed, I assume you have come in response to the letter you recieved today?" Without waiting for a reply, Iceshred settled into a chair which shifted in size and height to accomodate him at the table. "I must ask you if you have recieved any of our other communications over your life."
The goblin lifted a clawed hand and traced a pattern in the air, which caused a thick leather hide binder to appear upon the table. An emblem of two griffins, profile shot, was embossed upon the leather, each griffin standing upon their hind paws so that their forepaws were outstretched to meet one another. The wings of the griffins were out stretched, a wand took up the space between each hind paw to create a triangle.
Harry had sat after the goblin, his attention upon the book and the griffins with open curiosity. Iceshred, upon seeing the curiousity, sneered and pushed the binder closer to the young wizard so he could get a better look at it.
"That, Mr. Potter, is the insignia of the Potter Bloodline. Is this the first time you've seen it?"
"Yes, it is, and to answer your previous question, the letter I recieved today was the first communication i've recieved from Gringotts." This was answered after a few moments, after taking in his fill of memorizing the insignia of his ancestors. Looking to Iceshred, he took a deep breath.
"Sir, there are many things I do not know. The information in your letter was enough to thoroughly confuse me. Please take into account that yes; I live with muggles and was raised by muggles. What you may not know is that I had no idea I was a wizard until my eleventh birthday. I did not know my parents were wizards, I did not know magic was real. Please treat me like a muggleborn."
Iceshred was quiet for several minutes, simply staring at Harry as if weighing his words. It wasn't hard to believe with what he had seen, heard and witnessed. It was unusual for goblins to interact with wizards outside of Gringotts business. But it was not unheard of for an account manager to befriend a wizard, when their wealth was the size of the Potters. It was because of the simple reason that there would be much contact between the Lord and the account manager, the better the relationship then the easier it was for both parties to profit. And the Heir of the Potter fortune not knowing his responsibilities, well it ultimately affected his standing with Gringotts. Thus, becoming a Gringotts business.
"You will need a wizard tutor, Mr. Potter. One to teach you about being a Pureblood and the responsibilies that comes with being a Heir, which leads to Lord, of a bloodline. To be quite frank, Mr. Potter, you are currently a disgrace to your ancestors. There is nothing about you that states your of Noble blood, that your wealthy and should be someone to take seriously. You look like a muggleborn, who is uneducated, mannerless, and quite poor. You resemble someone who could be mistaken for a squib, especially the way you behave when you believe yourself to be alone." This was all spoken with a sneer, the smaller being managing to look down his nose at the wizard.
All at once, Harry exploded from his seat in a burst of anger. The lips of the boy were even being to curl in what could of been a goblin expression of showing teeth, but it never fully materialized. The anger was as quick to die as it was to ignite, and he was soon slumping back down into the chair.
"Your right.. but I wont be some blood purist who things muggleborns and halfbloods, which I am by the way, are lesser creatures. I have a friend who is a werewolf and another who is a half giant, I wont foresake their friendship!"
"Who says you must, Mr. Potter?" Came the sneering voice of the Goblin, though there was a hint of amusement to the tone. "Your one of the wealthiest wizards in Britain. You can be and do as you wish. "
Cut off in mid rant, Harry blinked at the goblin and emitted an, 'oh.' Which Iceshred simply ignored and continued on. "I suggest, with your political position, that you contact a wealthy pureblood family to help tutor you. I have a list of families, in which your family held alliances or business contracts with. Do you know of anyone that could possibly do this?"
"Well there is Ron Weasely.. but he isn't exactly wealthy. I have a friend, Neville Longbottom, but I don't rightly know if he is wealthy. Then there is my school rival, Draco Malfoy."
Malfoy was stated a joke, which was obviously a personal joke, that the goblin did not understand since he began nodding at the Malfoy name.
"The Malfoy family would be the perfect tutors, however the Longbottoms would be able to do this aswell. Not quite as wealthy or of the same level of the Malfoys, though. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer the Malfoys over the Longbottoms?" At this question, Harry gave a rapid nod of his head several times. Lifting his clawed finger, Iceshred made another tracing motion in the air.
"Now that the tutor business is over, I suggest you file for emancipation so that your muggle relatives or your Headmaster can not interfere at any level." With this stated, the goblin tapped the emblem on the leather twice and then made an upward motion. From the side of the book, a sheet appeared which was placed infront of Harry.
"This is your emancipation papers. A drop of your blood is required to prove you are indeed the Heir to the Potter Bloodline and the last living wizard." A small sheathed knife appeared upon the table with the same motif as the leather binder. Bravely, Harry unsheathed the knife and poked his finger so a drop could fall upon the paper. The blood formed the Potter Insignia, though it was all in red.
As soon as the insignia was finished, a bright glow surrounded Harry for several moments before fading into his skin. Upon opening his eyes, Harry immediately noticed several changes. The first and foremost was that his eyes hurt and his vision was blurry. The second was felt as he tipped his head foreward while rubbing his eyes after removing his glasses, and that was the brush of something soft and silky against his cheek, neck and arm. It took a few moments for his vision to clear after he stopped rubbing his eyes, which he noticed he had perfect vision, and then he noticed his hair was now long enough to fall just below his shoulderblades.
"Lord Potter, it is a pleasure to greet you and I hope gold paves the road of your future." The now standing Iceshred stated, while giving a mild bow that just used the inclination of his head. "By accepting emancipation, your status changed from Heir to Lord. It is customary for Lords of your stature to have long hair. As for your eyes, it long been known that the male Potters had poor eyesight until becoming Lord. "
".. i see.." Harry stated, though he was looking around at the world which seemd so much more vibrant than before. Obviously, his glasses had not been of the correct prescription before. The hair would take getting used to, he thought as he ran his fingers through it and then tucked it behind his ears.
Anything else that might of been said was cut off as the door opened, admitting Griphook and one Augusta Longbottom.