"So where are we going to train now." I asked
"Oh! yeah I lied we aren't going to train instead its time for you to go back to earth and prepare for things." Death said looking chagrined. "Now just walk through this veil and Vanish to Gringotts."
"Ok" I said with a shrug of my shoulder. I slowly stepped forward into the archway. I entered the portal and felt a jerk behind the navel and I was whisked stomach first into the magical world. Where I landed unceremoniously on my behind in the Department of Mysteries. I stood up dusting of my jeans while I stand. I take one step forward and Vanish from the dank air of the underground ministry. All that is left behind is a whisper of noise.
I showed up right in a side alley splitting off of Knockturn alley. I then peeked my head out and looked around. Seeing nothing I stepped out of the side alley and walked up the dank and dark alleyway. Finally after becoming invisible and escaping the old disgusting hags, werewolves and vampires. I reached Diagon alley. Where I picked up my pace and stepped into the shadow of the imposing snow white marble building called Gringotts, the wizarding bank. I stepped past the guards while reading the warning.
"Enter, stranger, but take heed. Of what awaits the sin of greed For those who take, but do not earn. Must pay most dearly in their turn. So if you seek beneath our floors. A treasure that was never yours. Thief, you have been warned, beware. Of finding more than treasure there." Then I pushed the grand oak doors open, entering the large marble entryway of Gringotts.
The Master of Death walked with resounding steps through the goblin made hallway. Several goblins looked up from their work and stared at him. He reached his destination and asked. "Master goblin I would like to check up on the Potter Vaults."
The goblin he addressed stopped writing and looked up staring with beady black eyes. "And who would you be to claim any right to the Potter Vaults."
The child smirked and said with amusement. "Why Harry Potter of course." The goblins eyes widened, then he called for an assistant.
"You go get Griphook and bring him to me." The chief snarled in Gobbledegook the language of goblins. Several minutes later a young goblin came.
"Master Bogrod?"
"Griphook take Mister Potter to the inheritance testing room." The old goblin snarled. Griphook turned and looked at the boy.
"Come with me Mister Potter we will verify if your claim is at all true." The goblin sneered or at least it looked like he did with goblins it's pretty hard to tell.
The two beings walked through the grand building of Gringotts towards the inheritance chambers.
The inheritance chamber were mostly used for checking what someone inherited thus the name but they were also used for checking for liars trying to steel someone else's financials. "Now Mr. Potter you will drink a potion that the goblins have in stock here and if you are a Potter than you will glow a golden light if not a Potter you will experience and excruciating pain." The goblin finished with a scary looking smirk.
"I assure you Clerk Griphook that I am indeed who I claim to be." Harry said with a haughty look befitting only the most pampered of lords. The goblin sneered one last time in obvious frustration at being called a clerk than walked over to a shelf filled with hundreds of little bottles. He picked one out and gave to Harry.
"Please drink this and we shall see Mister Potter." The boy swung his head back with the potion at his lips and gulped it down shuddering only once.
"Bleh! Bloody Death that's disgusting" The goblin quirked it's eyebrow at the odd phrase. "Umm nothing seems to be happening." After which of course a bright light suddenly appeared surrounding Harry. The goblin screwed his eyes shut and turned around looking at the specially enchanted paper to see what appeared. The light finally disappeared and word started to appear on the paper.
Lord Harold James Potter son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Anne Potter. Heir and Lord of Potter's Family, Heir of Black Family Heir of Slytherin's Family, Lord of Peverell Family, Heir and Lord of Gryffindor's Family, Lord and Master of Death.
The goblin's jaw dropped open as he finished the last couple word he slowly turned and looked up at Harry Potter. "You know you could catch flies like Griphook." The boy laughed.
"There are no flies in the Inheritance chambers" Griphook snapped his jaw clacking shut with an audible snap. Than he appeared to calm himself and apologized for the goblin's mistake. " We are most sorry Lord Potter for the misunderstanding but it was understood by Gringotts that you where in fact dead."
"Oh no, there was no actual mistake, by all mortal realm standards I technically was dead." He explained hastily not wanting anyone to misunderstand.
The goblin blinked once in confusion looked up and opened his mouth. "Mortal realms?"
"Ah! Yes you saw the paper right as it clearly stated I am in fact the Master of Death." His eyes twinkling merrily. "Now on to more interesting matter I would like to know the state of the Potter Vaults."
"Of course Lord Potter." Griphook said after he finished gaping. "The Potter Vaults as of right now contain near five million galleons any more detailed and you will have to go down and open the Potter Vault."
"Than Master Griphook let us be one our merry way down to the Vaults." And he promptly turned towards the door and walked out of the room on his way down the coaster and along with Griphook.
"Bloody Hell I don't think I could ever take another ride like that again. Ohhh, Aghh!" Harry finished with a moaning and groaning.
The goblin grinned than said. "Lord Potter please place your hand on this part of the wall." He said with gesture to said part of wall. The portion of this wall and a hole surrounded by a gorgeous intricate design of a dragon with a thin metallic needle sticking out of it.
"Are you sure I really don't like thin pointy things sticking in me." He said looking at the needle with apprehension.
The goblin sighed and replied. "Yes Lord Potter." Harry grimaced at poke his finger on the needle drawing a drop of blood. A small key issued out from a little slot below the needle. He Grabbed it immediately and stuck it in the keyhole while the Vault recorded his magical signature.
A golden light shone through the crack while the door opened up revealing more and more of the Potter monetary assets. Once it opened the boy's mouth opened wide in awe of all the treasure in his vault. It had rubies the size of tennis balls and huge pile of gold along with smaller piles of knuts and sickles. Leaning against a wall was a beautiful looking staff of blackthorn wood with three cores inside of it as said by a sign near it. The staff cores were surprisingly dark, it had Threstal blood, a Basilisk fang and Dementor skin which in Harries opinion is kinda gross.
The two entities walked over to another wall near the entryway that had a magical sign that recorded the last withdrawal and any failed or tried withdrawals that were not supposed to be legal. Harry looked at the thing and read. "The Potter Vault have five million four hundred thousand and six hundred thirty-two galleons, five thousand sickles and one-hundred thousand knuts." He paused and whistled at his amount of wealth than continued. "Last withdrawal was August 10, 1980, the last withdrawal tried was June 21, 1982. A year after I left. Apparently by the Ministry of Magic." He rolled his eyes and snorted at the blatant idiocy of the ministry. Than returned to reading. "Last unauthorized withdrawal of five hundred thousand galleons by one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Harry glanced at Griphook noticing an unholy gleam in his eye at Ablus' thievery. " Withdrawal was on October thirty first nineteen eighty-nine." He swore and mumbled. "Dang it now I owe Death." Griphook looked up at Harry in amusement.
"Master Griphook." He said adopting a tone of formality. "I hope that anything stolen of mine will be returned to this vault and." Harry paused only barely, an eager gleam and a slight smile appearing on his face before he spoke again. "That Dumblebore be treated as a Death Eater who broke into Gringotts and stole Nicholas Flamels stone."
"Of course Lord Potter." The goblin said in a voice that promised pain to the enemy.
"Now I request that we go to the Potter trust vault."
"Right away sir." Griphook proclaimed. They both than walked outside of the vault and boarded the cart traveling up to Vault 687.
Harry's trust vault had an oval shaped door instead of the perfectly circular door for the main Potter Vault.
Harry opened it with a small golden key. Once the door opened he walked in and immediately saw how much smaller a gold pile it was compared to the Potter family Vault. "Ok this is fine I'll use this vault until I reach seventeen." He said with a clap of his hands as if deciding it was final. "And I need a pouch or something that's tied to this vault so I don't have to keep returning here for money."
"Of course Lord Potter we have a moleskin pouch that needs a bit of blood and your key to this vault to link it."
"Than that concludes by business for today and we may now go back up to the surface." Harry states while turning on his foot and marching out of the vault and sitting in the carriage. Griphook slowly follows him out and activates the cart taking them back out.
After activating the pouch and leading Lord Potter back the main hall Griphook returns to Bogrod's side and exclaims in gobbledegook to him. "Lord Potter has many secrets sir, and we would do well to ally ourselves to him when the time comes."
Bogrod glances sharply at Griphook in surprise and than looks at Harry Potter. "Perhaps we shall Griphook but, until than we shall make sure he has the Goblin Nations best interest's at heart."
While Harry was exiting the building he heard the two goblins talking and he thought: Ahh the wonders of Goblins thinking the Master of Death can't understand Gobbledegook.
As he stepped out into the cold brisk weather of England he decided to get an owl for himself and walked into Diagon alley
At Eeylops Owl Emporium a young lady immediately spotted him and asked. "What a sweet young lad like you doing here? Where are your parents."
"I am here because I wish to buy an owl milady." The green eyed boy said with a smirk. Than he put on a downcast look and said in response to her second question. "My parent died during the war I now stay with an old family friend." He snorted in his head at that old family friend indeed.
"Oh you poor dear I am sorry I asked well you just carry on with your shopping dear." She turned back to the counter with a sad look on her face.
Harry immediately took off towards the back looking for a proper flying animal that would be perfect for the Master of Death. He looks around spotting brown ugly owls, black little crows that had a blue sheen to their coats and finally his eyes come to rest on a white snowy owl that's yellow eyes lock onto his. "Well aren't you pretty." He mumbles. "There seems to be something wrong with you though." Harry puts his finger on chin and his elbow on his other hand trying to find out what is wrong, than he sees it. A faint little shimmer around the owl indicating that the owl has a glimmer on it. "Ha! Oh I am a genius, figured it out bet you didn't think any one would little creature. Now what are you exactly?" He said.
He pointed the palm of his hand at it and murmured. "Aufero habitu." The things disguise started to disolve starting from it's head and slowly making it's way down to it's feet.
Where once stood a beautiful snowy owl now stood a black pheonix with eyes that are slightly more yellow than it originaly was. In fact it kind of looked like a basilisk's eyes. Suddenly I realized what the creature was, it was called a Basinix which in Harry's opinion is a rather stupid name. It was immortal like all pheonixes were. It's ancestors were in fact a basilisk and a pheonix of course. It's tears were known to completly stop someone's soul from passing on and than return it into it's body. The Basinix's head moved slightly to the side in curiosity as if wondering if why I hand't died yet. I than said to it. "You know little pheonix there is a reason I haven't died yet after all." I leaned in closer. "I am the Master of Death."
The bird's eyes widened almost imperceptibly and it let out a slight noise that instead of like a normal pheonix that filled you with hope and joy this creatures call made me feel cold and well more dead than I already felt. It lept from it's perch and landed on my shoulder and dropped a black and golden tear.
I lept up in surprise at a small bond forming between me and the bird. " What! why the heck are you becoming a familiar just because your a death bird doesn't mean you bond with the Master of Death." The stupid bird just stared stubbornly at me some more. "Fine." I sigh. "Just get back into your disguise and we'll leave." I turned my back on it and the owl was immediatly back in place.
I called out to the owner of the store. "Miss!"
"Yes little child?" The girl simpered.
"I would like to buy this white owl."
She donned a uncertain expression. "I don't know that owl has never liked any other person and most people return it almost immediatly."
"Well milady I am not most people." I said with a fake smile.
"Oh well than the owl cost ten sickles. Mostly cause no one else wants it." She developed a grimace and than said. "Just promise you won't bring her back she always gives me the creeps."
"Of course madam." I handed over the money and left.
Before I could make it out I heard the lady calling out to me. "Hey kid whats your name anyway."
I smirked in anticipation at what would happen after I made it known. "Why Harry Potter of course madam." I laughed at her expression of complete utter surprise, than turned around and left with the Death Pheonix following closely behind.
After I had made it out of the building and Vanished to Potter Manor and said to the bird. "Well little birdey here is my house the Potter ancestral manor." I stepped inside starting my new destiny.