Harry Potter and the Gem of Power

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Chapter 4: Bloodlines

Speech types:

~Parseltongue~

Spells

Parselmagic

"Normal Speech"

'Thoughts'

(Gobbledygook)

(Previously)

"Brace… yourself… Harry Potter…" It tells me, before I feel myself being crushed from all sides, and just as I try to block the thing, the feeling stops, and I feel the ground under my feet. I hear someone yelling something, and, as I start losing consciousness, I see a girl, around my age, looking down at me, her hair was bright red.

"Hello. I'm Harry, Harry Potter," I mumble, as loud as I can, and I see her eyes grow round and hear her yell something over her shoulder. I then pass out.

(Present)

"Ginny, what did you say he said his name was?" I hear someone ask. Someone I don't know or remember.

"Ron, he said it was Harry Potter, but I don't see the scar, yet his eyes are vivid green." I hear a girl's voice reply, and assume it was Ginny talking.

"Well, when he wakes up, we-" Ron starts, but stops, and I feel a hand on my forehead, right where my scar is. I wake up, and grab his arm, and remove it from my forehead. I hear a surprised yelp, and I open my eyes.

"Who are you, and what are you doing. Don't touch my scar, or I'll end you." I demand, and see nearly 10 people, all with red hair pointing wooden sticks at me. I laugh at them, then flick my hand. The sticks fly from their hands, and land next to me. "Watch where you're pointing your sticks. I don't like being threatened, or treated like something unnatural."

"How- what- Who-" Ginny asks, with wide eyes full of fear.

"Please, don't fear me. I don't mean any harm. Unless you do, then I shall end you." I deadpan, without taking my eyes of her. "Now, where am I, and how can I get to Gringotts?"

"Um, Harry, what do you mean, 'Where am I'? You apparated here, so you must know where you are," asked other woman, I'm guessing the mother.

"No, I didn't. Now, this is the last time I'm asking. Where am I, and how can I get to Gringotts?" I reply, and I feel my temper grow, and see a faint glow surround me.

"Harry, there's no need to get angry. You're at the Burrow, and you can use the floo to get to Gringotts." the Mother quickly tells me, and I feel my temper stop growing, but it doesn't die down.

"Thanks. Now, I'll go to Gringotts, and let you get on with your day." I tell them, and get off the couch, leaving their sticks alone. I walk over to their fireplace.

'How do I use the floo?' I ask the voice.

"Use the powder, and yell Diagon Alley, or let magically send you there." It replies, and I ask what it mean, magically getting me there. "I use your magic to temporarily control the floo, and send you straight to Gringotts."

'Magically it is, please.' I reply, and let it use my magic to control the floo.

Green fire appears in the fireplace, and I walk into it, and I feel my magic wrap around me. Then, I feel a sudden stop, and I feel something resist my entry. I fight back, and I slowly start moving again. I feel the resistance increase, and I feel myself get angry.

"LET ME ENTER" I order the thing, and I feel the resistance stop, and let me through. "Thanks."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I feel my feet hit the ground, and I can see again. I first notice the spear pointed at my face, and I react and grab it, and cause it to explode in flames using my magic. I feel about 10 other spear move towards me, and I send my magic as a pulse outwards, and the spear burn as well.

(How is that possible? He is human, and yet rendered our Goblin magic useless!) I hear someone say, so I reply.

(I don't take possible threats lightly. If I feel that I'm in danger, I fight back. I also don't think that I rendered you magic useless. I simply forced my will onto it, and it resisted. The fire was the result of our wills fighting.) I reply, before walking forward. I hear gasps of surprise from behind me, and I look at the Goblin who gasped. (What is your name, Warrior? My name is Harry Potter, and I need to access my vault.)

(You understand and speak Gobbledygook, young sir. Not many wizard take the time to learn it. My name is Griphook, and I'm afraid you are to put under arrest for attacking us.) Griphook replied, with a sad grin.

(I didn't attack you. I defended myself from a possible attack. So, as I see it, I'm not in the wrong. Yet neither are you. So we're even, Warrior Griphook.) I reply, using the respectful title most Goblins have.

(You are a very strange wizard, young sir. You respect us, know our language, and can talk your way out of our cells. Not many people can do even one of those things.) Griphook replies, looking ready to faint from shock.

(Well, I believe we wizards are very narcissistic, and we have an ego the size of Hogwarts, and we believe we are superior to everything else. I feel that wizards are actually inferior or equal to Goblins, Dwarves, and First Elves. We are, however, most definitely, equal to House Elves.) I explain, and see Griphook faint in shock.

(What is the commotion up here? And why isn't this wizard subdued yet?) a new voice asks, and I turn around, seeing the Ruler of the Goblin Nation, Ragnok, looking at me.

Knowing that I need to impress him, I bow low, exposing my neck to him, and reply to him, in Gobbledygook.

(My apologies Director Ragnok, I seem to have surprised the Goblins here with my sudden entrance, and seeing the spears pointed at my head, I reacted and destroyed the weapons. If you wish, I shall pay for the cost of replacing the spears.) I answer before the other Goblins, still bowing.

(I'm surprised. A wizard, first bowing to me, the speaking in Goblin, and finally respecting us. What is your name, young sir?) The Director asked, in Goblin.

(My name is Harry Potter, and I would like to access my vaults. If it's not an inconvenience to you, that is.) I reply, using as much respect as I could.

(Very well. You have impressed me, so you may access your vaults. Do you have your key?) The Director Ragnok asked, surprising the goblin entourage around us.

(I don't have a key, however, I believe you can use some of my blood as a replacement to the key? As well as seeing all my vaults?) I ask, kneeling, no longer bowing.

(Yes, that is true. You are a very odd wizard. You know many things most wizard over look, and you respect us. Very well however, you may follow me.) Director Ragnok answered, before spinning and walking away from me.

As I follow, I nod my head to the Goblins, and see their shock at being respected by a wizard. They return the nod, and go back to work.

(Are you aware of how the blood test works, and what the steps are?) The Director asks me as we head to the cart.

(I'm afraid not, but I am however aware that this cart can go about 10 times faster than this, and would like it to go at that speed, if you are okay with that, that is?) I amend my request, and to my extreme pleasure, they increase the speed to the fastest.

(Yahoo, this is better than riding a broom. I wish I could own one of this and use it constantly.) I exclaim, enjoying the ride, and wishing it would never end.

(Not many people know we can go faster or slower. How did you know?) The Director Ragnok asked, impressed with my knowledge.

(I studied the magic involved in the making of this cart, and saw that it could go much faster or half the speed it was before) I answered, surprised by the looks of shock on the Goblin's face. (Why are you always surprised by me? I'm not that odd, am I?)

(Yes you are, Mister Potter.) The Director Ragnok answered, and surprised everyone present, including me, by using my last name not just using wizard.

(Now, get ready to stop, because the stop is very quick at this speed.) the Driver warned us.

(Thanks for the warning, Warrior.) I replied, and was pleased that none of the Goblins were surprised this time.

As the driver warned me, the stop was very sudden, and I nearly flew out of the cart. My magic, however, saved me, by sticking me to the cart.

(I'm surprised, Young Warrior. You can already control your magic very well already. Not many people could use their magic to stick them to the cart.) The Goblin next to me sneered at me.

(Well, I'm not the average wizard now am I?) I asked, and got a number of the goblins to chuckle.

(That you are not, young Warrior, that you are definitely not.) The Director Ragnok chuckled out.

Once out of the cart, we walked in silence, until we got to the ritual chamber.

(Please cut your index finger, and let 7 drops of blood fall on the parchment paper, Mr. Potter.) The Director Ragnok explained to me.

I cut open my finger, and watched 7 drops fall, before I healed the cut. The parchment paper glowed for several moments, before the glowing dimmed and went away. The Goblins all looked at the parchment in shock and then gave it to me.

(Young Warrior, you have -)

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