The group of four entered through a door that Bloodclaw lead them to. They were in a hallway that had a solid gold door at the end of it. They walked to it and the goblin knocked.
"Enter," They heard through the door.
"Your client and his family," Bloodclaw announced when they entered. There was another more older looking and taller goblin sitting in his chair. He too had watched what was happening in the bank as it pertained to his client and agreed to see him. This was technically the first meeting they have ever have in this timeline but Harry had met him before in the old timeline.
"Thank you Bloodclaw," Ironfang nodded to his fellow goblin. "I will take it from here." He said crisply. Bloodclaw nodded his head and bowed. He nodded to the others as he passed by. They nodded back. He paused at the door.
"How did you know the aurors names?" Bloodclaw asked Thomas and Artorius. "They never introduced themselves." This was something that had bothered the goblin so he decided to ask the question.
"We like to be prepared," Thomas replied. "Keeps from being on the receiving end of a nasty surprise." Artorius nodded his agreement while Bloodclaw nodded thoughtfully.
As he left, Ironfang turned to Harry, "How may I be of assistance Mr. Potter?"
"Please, call me Harry," The raven haired wizard replied. "And I was wondering if it would be possible to retrieve my key or to make a new one?"
"You should always have your key with you." Ironfang frowned. "Where is it now?"
"I left it with friends because I didn't want my muggle relatives to find it." Harry said. "They're not...good people. If they found out about my vault..." He trailed off and shook his head. "It doesn't matter; I won't be seeing them again which leads into my other question but would it be easier to make a new key or should I get the other one back?"
"Gringotts can summon it here," Ironfang told him. "For a small fee of course." He added.
"Of course," Harry nodded. "Take whatever is necessary from my vault."
"Your next question?" Ironfang prompted.
"Would it be possible to see if I could stay in a property that my family owned," Harry said. "That is; if they had any. I only know about the house in Godric's Hollow."
Ironfang held back a frown, "The Potter family has many properties across the world," He told Harry. "However you are not allowed to go to any of them without the permission of your magical guardian."
"Magical guardian?" Harry inquired.
"Someone who is legally responsible for an individual and their well being in the magical world," Ironfang replied with a frown. How much did this boy not know? "Judging from your tone you have not been informed. Tell me, do you live in the muggle world?"
"I did." Harry nodded. "With my muggle relatives. Why do you ask? Who is my magical guardian," Harry asked, pretending not to know the answer.
"Albus Dumbledore." Ironfang said with a nod of understanding. He had inherited the Potter accounts after his father, Snarlfang, had passed away at the age of 146 and he wasn't told any specifics of the Potter family will which was sealed by the Wizengamot at the behest of the new Chief Warlock; Albus Dumbledore. Ironfang was suspicious of this move but he couldn't prove that the old wizard had any ulterior motives though he watched him like a hawk. So far nothing bad happened. "He is the magical guardian of those who are of none magical birth or are raised in the muggle world much like yourself. He gained this power when he accepted the role of Headmaster of Hogwarts; just like his predecessors. If you write to him..." He trailed off when Harry slowly shook his head.
"He's been busy this summer," Harry said. "Probably to do with the Triwizard tournament," At the goblins raised eyebrows he added, "People talk and sometimes it's better to just listen though I have no idea as to why they decided to bring the tournament back."
"You do not think it is a good idea?" Ironfang asked with interest.
"No," Harry shook his head. "I've done some research and frankly the person who thought to bring it back is an idiot and the ones who went with it aren't any better. There was a reason that it was discontinued but they seem to be ignoring that fact."
"Indeed." Ironfang rumbled. There was a short pause before he spoke again, "Is there anything else that you wanted to discuss?"
"Two things," Harry began. "One; I wish to know if it would be possible for me to be emancipated in the magical world and potentially the muggle one. Two; I've been advised by my cousins to seek the services of your healers for this," He pointed to his scar. "They said that your healers may be more qualified to deal with it than anyone else."
"The papers for your magical emancipation can be processed here and copies will be sent to the ministry," Ironfang stated. "Technically you could have been recognized as your head of house when you turned eleven as you are the last of the Potter line but you never made any formal inquiry."
"I was not informed that I could do that." Harry murmured. "Would have been so much better." He muttered to himself though he was heard by everyone else in the room. He already knew all of this but still couldn't help but think about what could have been. "Was that the only time I could have taken up the mantle as the head of my own house without having to file any papers?"
"No," Ironfang nodded. "You could have tried again when you were thirteen but no one raised this issue with us or the Ministry so that opportunity was missed."
"Is that the only way that one can become the head of the family in my case?"
"The treaty that was signed between our races states that for something like this, a representative from Wizard kind and another from Goblin kind must be notified of ones intent to become head of their house," Ironfang began. "If you tell one group they are obligated to inform the other so everyone is on the same page. Trust me; it was rather nasty when we were not. Another rebellion almost occurred before this clause was added to the treaty. There were blood feuds left and right - between the same house in some cases.
"Now, in your case Mr. Potter, you would have been granted the title immediately after you asked because as I said, you are the last of your house. Sometimes we are required to come forward especially when one reaches their majority or if they were required to be at a will reading though if they were to send someone in their place that wouldn't have counted against them but for anything else we cannot actively do so because the person in question may or may not want it until they are ready. Or their magical guardian had not deemed them ready and they would wait until they were seventeen. There would have been no resistance when you turned eleven but now there will be a review by the committees who handle emancipations for the Ministry and Gringotts."
"Because I didn't come forward before?" Harry asked and he received a nod. He sighed, "I'll do whatever is required of me to make sure that it goes through."
Ironfang raised his eyebrows slightly at the wording that was used. Normally wizards demanded things to be done but the young man in front of him wasn't doing such a thing. This would bear watching.
"As for the second part of your questioning," He said before narrowing his eyes. "I will answer it when you or one of your cousins explain to me how there are three of you before me yet the wards in my office tell me that there is another person here?"
There was a long beat of silence that was eventually broken by Thomas, "Come out Harry."
Ironfang jumped when a second more older looking Harry Potter appeared from under an invisibility cloak. He growled out, "What is the meaning of this?! Who is this, and what is he doing here?!"
*My name is Hadrian Jamieson Potter-Black, master goblin,* The older Harry said in the goblins native tongue. *And if you allow us to explain, things may become more clear.*
The goblin still had his eyes narrowed, "And why should I?" He hissed. "What's to stop me from summoning reinforcements and having you all locked up for questioning?!"
"Because it was my family that helped broker a peace of sorts between our two races," The older Harry explained. "A peace that has lasted for quite sometime; so long in fact that the previous king has called house Potter a friend of the Goblin nation. That means that any goblin who betrays or harms someone with Potter blood will have their entire clan wiped out first before they themselves are killed. Go ahead Ironfang, call your backup and see what happens."
Something like that was a little known fact outside of the two party's in question. Goblins normally detested anything or anyone that was not goblin; wizards especially. Mainly because wizards had always treated them like filth though it was uncalled for. They were nothing if not honorable however and kept their word when it came to something like this. The hook clan in the last timeline was killed because of Griphook's betrayal when Harry proved his innocence and paid a hefty fine.
"Let's not forget that there were many people who saw me in the lobby," The younger Harry added. "and even more people saw me out in the alley. I wonder what would happen if the Ministry caught wind that I didn't step out of the bank for a very long time. While I detest my fame I have no doubt that the outcry of the boy-who-lived being detained by what the Ministry calls lowly creatures that the Minister would abandoned the treaty and take up arms against the Goblin nation. Whether they have a fighting chance or not is not the point."
"The reputation of this branch took a hit roughly three years ago when someone broke in and you didn't catch them," Artorius pointed out. "What do you think is going to happen when they find out that you practically held a friend of the goblin nation along with his family against their will when they have done nothing wrong?"
"In conclusion master goblin," Thomas put in his two cents. "Your choices are limited but you do have a choice none the less. Choose wisely; lest you reap something that you wish you hadn't sowed."
The four non-goblins stared at Ironfang, waiting patiently to hear his response. They didn't have to wait long.
"Fine," The goblin growled. "But I need to speak to my king. This situation is most irregular."
"Bring him along with a pensive," Thomas murmured. "We have a lot to discuss. Oh don't worry," He added with a smile. "No harm will come to your king. After all, what could we possibly do to a great goblin warrior?" He asked with slightly narrowed eyes.
Ironfang observed Thomas with a critical eye. He noticed that even in the lobby that his posture was always tense even when he was relaxed. A posture that told the goblin that Thomas was always prepared to fight; even when he was at rest. Ironfang was confident in his abilities as a fighter but not too confident; especially against someone he was sure was not entirely human.
Finally the goblin says, "Very well." He scurried off to a fire place to send a message directly to his king and the others wait for a very long meeting.
Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble house of Bones, Head of the DMLE, was in a rather foul mood at the moment. She was only mildly irritated before when there were reports of fights breaking out between some of the visitors from other countries and some of the citizens in Britain. Honestly, did any of them not realize that we are supposed to make sure that everything is secure for the world cup? She thought at the time. We didn't need to have to send aurors out to handle petty squabbles between people who thought it prudent to antagonize those who were not from the British Isles.
Her irritation increased when her boss informed her that the Unspeakables had picked up a massive amount of magical energy where the cup was to be held yesterday. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem in a restricted magical area but no one who was supposed to be working was behind it. So Cornelius Fudge, in all his infinite wisdom, declared that Amelia would be the one to handle the investigation despite the fact that it was not her department and she already had her hands tied by over seeing security for the world cup. That still didn't stop Fudge from adding that to her plate with the comment of, "My dear Amelia, why stress over something like that? This is the World cup; not a war council! The energy spike is more important right now; not the security. After all, this is peace time and I doubt anything terrible will happen."
Amelia had to count backwards from thirty to stop herself from cursing the Minister as he rambled on. When he left she contemplated on taking a shot of the firewhiskey that she had stashed in one of her desk drawers. When Dawlish and his trainee showed up and told them what happened earlier at Gringotts she promised herself that she would have two shots.
"What in the name of Merlin, Morgana, and Mordred were you thinking?!" She hissed at the trainee in front of her. "Well?!" She snapped when he didn't immediately answer. Warrington began to swell in indignation. How dare this bitch speak to him like that?! Before he could open his mouth, Dawlish spoke up.
"He wasn't thinking at all ma'am." He said and Warrington glared at him. "And I am ashamed to say that I failed to stop it from getting out of hand."
"Kiss her arse some more why don't you?" Warrington muttered under his breath but Dawlish smacked him upside the head. "Ow! What the-" Dawlish hit him with a silencing spell and a body bind then turned back to Amelia.
"You better take a look at this boss," He pulled out a vial with his memory before he put his wand away. He wasn't as fast as he used to be but he still had some juice left in him. He placed the memory on the table. "It would be better if you did."
Amelia pulled out her portable pensive from her drawer and grabbed the memory before placing it in the pensive. She tapped the side of it with her wand and the memory was projected right above it which made her eyes level with both it and the two people in front of her. Her mood increased as she watched the events unfold. She was impressed with the two men that failed to introduce themselves while knowing exactly who Dawlish and the young trainee were. She made a mental note to investigate their claims about Hogwarts education and ranking. If it was true she would talk to her niece about potentially hiring tutors. She hid a frown at the thought her niece or rather her behavior. Her niece had a rather bubbly personality much like her mother Martha but earlier she was rather subdued. When she questioned Susan about all she got was a shake of Susan's head and a smile. Amelia didn't press for more answers but she would continue to watch her niece.
She tuned back in to the memory and almost hexed Warrington when she saw him go for his wand in the memory. She was greatful that the young man in the memory stopped him from causing another rebellion. She watched as Dawlish explain that the young Potter heir was needed at the Ministry. She raised an eyebrow at that. I don't remember wanting Mr. Potter here, nor do I remember anyone else needing him. She thought but kept quiet. She watched as the two young men in the memory effortlessly dismantle the request entirely. She wanted meet these two in person.
She glared at Warrington when he started spouting that Noble birth nonsense and when he misidentified himself as an auror. She hid a smile when Warrington was struck with the young man's cane. She internally groaned when Warrington unnecessarily pointed out that he had been hit. She couldn't help but be more impressed when Warrington was disarmed quickly and it took all her years as an auror to stop herself from laughing when Warrington was spanked like a naughty child.
Amelia pulled out a piece of parchment and copied down the names Thomas Jason Black and Artorius Claudius Black. She would see if their papers were real as there was supposed to be copies of them in the department of Customs and Border protection. They did not seem suspect but she wouldn't risk the safety of those in Britain because she did not think they weren't suspicious.
She really wanted to strangle the little shit that was sitting across her desk when he kept spouting off nonsense. A small smirk was on her lips when she heard the rebuttal from the one known as Thomas. As the memory ended she let the silence that permeated the room as she watched the event unfold in front of her linger for a moment or so before she spoke.
"Let's begin with you and what you did correctly." She said to Warrington. She paused for dramatic effect. "Absolute shit," She said bluntly. "That is what you did correctly Mr. Warrington."
"You have a lot of gall but no brains," She continued as Warrington's eyes flashed with what he thought was righteous indignation. "You violated protocol several times, you misidentified yourself as an Auror when you are a trainee! You damn near started a bloody rebellion because your head is so far up your own arse that I don't need to chew it out right now - you do it for me every time you open your mouth! You threatened two people who were not armed and are potentially members of an Ancient and Noble house! Regardless of the fact that they are foreigners, the wrath of a family of that status is worse than whatever you think you can dish out!"
Amelia took a calming breath before she spoke again.
"You know that a trainee can only have three marks on their record before they are tossed out of the program," She began and she noticed that Warrington's eyes were no longer angry. They looked delighted in fact. "You have no marks on your record - until now." Amelia hid another grin as the fire returned to Warrington's eyes.
She held up a finger.
"Your first mark was when you failed to properly identify yourself. In a tense situation such as that; honesty is the best policy. Dishonesty get's people hurt or killed. Two," She held up another finger. "You nearly started a war that we cannot afford and do not need after having to deal with two previous ones. One of which lasted for eleven years and destroyed the morale of everyone here until He-who-must-not-be-named was defeated. By the same person you attempted to grab in fact. Three," She held up another finger. "You threatened a civilian like some thug hired out of Knockturn Alley. This is the Department on Magical Law Enforcement; not some playground where you can throw your weight around and make demands of people because of your supposed nobility. As long as I am head of it I will not allow such behavior become common place amongst the Auror force. Congratulations, you have just received three marks in a single outing; a new record for the books.
"Your time here has come to an end and I will make sure that you are never allowed an opportunity like this again."
She ordered Dawlish to remove the body bind but not the silencing spell. What happened next went exactly how Amelia wanted it to. Warrington went for his second wand and cast a silent cutting curse at Amelia who batted it out of the way with her wand and hit Warrington with a stunning spell that sent him flying across the room and into a wall.
"Add attacking the head of the department and a well known pureblood house that helped shape this society," She murmured. She pressed her intercom on her desk, "Melody, send in security to take Mr. Warrington to the ministry cells please." After receiving an affirmative from her secretary, she turned to Dawlish. "Now explain to me why it was so important for Mr. Potter to come here?"
Dawlish sighed and began his tale.
King Ragnok of the goblin nation sat down in shock. His day had started out like any other day until the arrival of the young Potter heir. He didn't agree with the Chief Warlocks decision to seal the wills of the Potter lord and his lady but protocol dictated that while the goblins were to make sure the wills were followed to the letter, the Ministry had to ask them to do so but if the wills were sealed then nothing could be done.
Admittedly, Ragnok felt that it was stupid because at the end of the day it was the goblins who had to do the work but he conceded that since it was wills belonging to wizards it would ultimately be their decision to let them be seen or not. He would still think it was stupid but would uphold the agreement that was made - until such a time that it was no longer required.
He very rarely laughed while he worked but he couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle that happened in the lobby. He was intrigued when he got a message from Ironfang and headed to his fellow goblin's office. He was shocked by there being two Harry Potter's there and his hand moved towards a dagger he kept on him. It was only Ironfang's words that stayed his hand and he agreed to view the memories that were being offered to them.
Goblin pensives were different from the normal ones in the way that any memory that was altered would be rejected and the pensive would not work until the false memory was removed. The way to know that it wouldn't work was if it glowed red. When the memories were deposited the pensive was still operational and both goblins entered it while several guards watched the four non-goblins.
Watching the Potter heirs life including things that hadn't happened yet caused both goblins to stiffen in shock. Their shock lasted throughout the viewing and they still sat frozen in their seats after it was over.
"All of you clear out," Ragnok barked at the guards after he snapped out of his shock. His words eased the tension that was building and snapped Ironfang out of his stupor. "We have business to discuss."
"My lord?" One of the guards frowned in confusion. The other guards shifted slightly.
"Just go," Ragnok waved a hand. "What we need to talk about will discussed between us and no one else. Now leave." He glared at all of them until they slowly left the room. When the last guard left he turned to the four humans. "On behalf of my people I apologize for the injustice that we have done. I know that it has yet to happen and I will make sure that it won't but the fact that it happened at all leaves me rather upset. Therefore I offer my services and the services of my people to help you rid the world of Tom Riddle. I will not go back on the agreement that my father made with your ancestor. You are a friend of the goblin nation and it will stay that way." He leapt out of his chair and bowed to both Harry's. "I know I have no right to ask this but please consider my offer. We will take you to our healers and have that soul fragment removed and whatever damage you have gained over the years will be fixed regardless on whether you accept though."
All the other occupants in the room looked bewildered that the king of the Goblin nation was bowing to a human and pleading with him. Even Thomas, who saw it coming, stared the leader of the goblin nation in disbelief.
"Why are you bowing to me?" The younger Harry asked. "I'm a wizard in your territory. Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
"When something like what happened to you in the future happens it is the responsibility of the King to make it right and punish those that need to be punished." Ragnok explained as he looked up. "We failed you and we continue to do so because of our restrictions but we will do what we can to make it right."
"If you truly mean that then please stand up; the very idea of someone bowing to me makes me feel uncomfortable," Harry murmured. When Ragnok stood up he added, "I won't lie to you King Ragnok; I do not trust goblins at the moment but you have the means to help and just as much stake in this as I do. I accept your offer but I will make your nation pay if me and my family get hurt. I don't threaten," He told Ironfang who growled at him. Thomas growled at the goblin in warning as Harry spoke again, "but I will not stand back if I am betrayed. I've done that too many times in my life - I will not do so again."
"I understand though I'm sure that I do not need to tell you that the same will happen to you should you betray us," Ragnok replied and he received a nod for his answer. "Now with that unpleasantness out of the way let's take of that scar for you then the cup in the Lestrange vault. This way." He walked to the door and the others followed as he lead them in the direction of their healers.
"Ok we got the ring," Esmeralda told the group as she entered their base of operations holding a small box. Bertram and Wilfred followed behind her. "It wasn't that difficult to be honest. The wards around the Gaunt shack apart from the parsel ones were easy to bring down." She waved her hand and a trunk appeared in front of her. She opened it and placed the box inside. "I'll get started on tracking Sirius. Harry estimated that in the last timeline he was somewhere in South America so I'll try and get him there."
"Did you guys switch the bones out?" Tristan asked his Uncles and his brother's mate.
"Yep!" Bertram grinned at his nephew. "That was even easier that slipping into the Shack."
"What did you switch them with?" Emmett asked with a glint in his eyes. When there was plans to remove the bones of Tom Riddle Senior, Emmett suggested switching them out. He said that there was a good chance that Voldemort could just use another ritual with someone else's bones if his fathers remains weren't there. He said he read a lot of Fanfiction especially Harry Potter fanfiction and one of his favorites involved Sirius and Remus switching the bones out and replacing them with a squirrels that was transfigured into human bones. Voldemort still came back but as an over grown squirrel human hybrid with a voice that put Alvin and the chipmunks to shame.
Emmett said not to use an animal but the idea of switching things around had merit. He said that with a massive amount smugness that was aimed towards his wife who merely rolled her eyes at him. She thought that he obsessed over things like that too much but conceded that it was a good plan.
"A rubber skeleton," Bertram said cheerfully. Despite not getting the reaction he hoped for he continued none the less. "It was the best that I could think of besides plastic but if I used that the dark wannabe might become a giant lego man." He shuddered. "I love lego's too much to ruin them by letting him become one."
Wilfred rolled his eyes though he could see that his brother in all but blood and name was clearly distressed so he spoke up.
"That end is good for now; how's everything with your young counterparts," He asked the other magic users.
"Fine at the moment," Hermione murmured. "It's a good thing that we were prepared for the knowledge upload otherwise we would be very tired right now. My younger self is playing her role well. It's dealing with the Weasley's and such that will prove to be a challenge."
Daphne put a hand on Hermione's shoulder when her sister wife shivered as she remembered the crazed look in Ron's eyes from the last timeline when he attacked them. She had nightmares from time to time about that night. It had nothing to do with being attacked and everything to do with who attacked them. She had trusted Ron with her life and he tortured her because he felt slighted.
"Don't worry aunt Mione," Minerva walked over to her and hugged the witch as tight as she could without hurting her. "If they hurt you I'll bite them as hard as I can in retribution." She said firmly.
"Count us in!" Her brothers, cousins, and Henry chirped not noticing Emmett and Embry's silent warnings. Their mothers raised their eyebrows at them.
"What are the rules when it comes to humans?" They said. The kids grumbled under their breaths. "Speak up."
"No hitting, biting, maiming or killing no matter how irritating or deserving they are of it," The kids all droned in unison then whined, "But mom..."
"No buts," Their mothers said firmly. Tanya added. "You all know the rule though I'm sure the sentiment is appreciated."
"Of course," Hermione nodded to her then smiled at the kids. "Thank you but I don't want you to get in trouble. Our younger counterparts will handle it. Your uncles and parents will help - especially your fathers."
Tristan, Erik, and Minerva winced in sympathy for those who would potentially incur their father's ire. Though they did reason that if the person or people in question were stupid enough to do that then perhaps they shouldn't be so sympathetic. The other kids were thinking the same thing with their dads.
"Ok right now we need to find Sirius and bring him back here," Esmeralda murmured. "Hopefully we can convince him that Artorius would act as regent until his name is cleared."
"Can Artorius even get it," Kate asked them. "I mean, he's an American and I know that a lot of the wizards here don't like their American counterparts and vice versa."
"Doesn't matter," Neville told her. "Anyone that is named regent by the head of house will remain so until the head of house says other wise. No one - Not even the Minister for Magic or the Queen of England - can change it. It helps that Artorius has Black blood in his veins but they will need proof of birth..."
"I got it covered," Esmeralda told him. She waved a hand and several papers appeared on the coffee table. "I have a friend who worked in customs and she taught me some tricks when she got canned. It will work better when the goblins start helping out. My magic is strong and I can fool a good number of people but the Goblins will make things more legit with hardly any questions asked."
"Do you ever get tired?" Narcissa asked. "Magically I mean."
"It's been awhile since I have," Esmeralda admitted. "It takes a lot for me to get tired that way and the last time I did I was out for almost a month while my core was healing."
"How old are you exactly?" Teddy asked her almost absently. He had been thinking of ways to get his parents together so he could be born but so far was drawing a blank. When he noticed the silence that followed he looked around the room. The females looked at him with raised eyebrows and males looked at him in horror. "What?" He asked frowning.
"Dude!" Tristan, Erik, and Henry howled. Tristan went on for them. "You never ask a woman that. You either get a math equation or a look that suggest that you're about to lose a very important piece of equipment! We're still technically babies and even we know that."
The older males kept quiet but they winced at the thought of losing a specific part of their body. Their mates smirked at them before looking at a paling Teddy.
"Sorry," He murmured. "I wasn't thinking."
"No shit," The Matthew twins and Henry said in unison. Their mothers screeched at them but it was Minerva who tried to be the voice of reason.
"Leave them be aunt Rose, Mama," She told them. "They're boys - saying something vulgar is in their nature and it cannot be helped."
"As if you never swear," Her brothers snapped at her. Minerva sniffed and held her nose up in the air.
"I know not what you speak brother," She said. "A lady has no need for such language."
Lady my ass, Her brothers thought but kept silent as their mother was still glaring at them. Henry said nothing as well.
"Ok I'm gonna go find Harry's dog father," Esmeralda said before turning to Teddy. "The answer to your question is very, very old." She walked towards her work station with Henry wanting to follow but he didn't move. Rosalie pursed her lips and sighed through her nose. She waved Henry off to go join the magic user but she told him that they would discuss his language.
Everyone went milling about until Bertram pulled out his mirror and answered it. It was a frustrated Thomas on the other end.
"What's up?" Bertram asked him. "Trouble at the bank?"
"No that's gone extremely well," Thomas replied quickly. "Harry is about to do the ritual to remove the fragment but I just saw something that is not so good about the world cup attack."
"What is it?" Bertram asked and everyone waited for the answer.
"There will be vampires there," Thomas said solemnly. "the kind that were magic users before they were turned."