A/N: Hey everyone I'm back with chapter 3. I want to thank all of you who read and reviewed the story it means a lot to me. And I want to thank everyone else too. So here I go.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. So don't go spreading rumors.
angelicmayuka- I know that it seems rushed and hopefully that will not be the case any more. I'm really trying.
ladysavay- Yes I understand what you are trying to say and I can say without a doubt that this will be the last you will see of those words. Harry said that to Hermione because he did not completely know what was going on with Dumbledore and didn't want to cast accusations all around the place. Hermione did it because she hoped Ron would come to his senses but I get what you're saying.
Katzztar- Ron's injuries are non-canon, but he loves to make himself out to be more important than he really is.
Harry immediately lowered his wand and gawked at the Goblin in his room. "Excuse me?" He asked.
Griphook sighed. "I said it is time to claim your inheritance and become the next Lord Gryffindor."
"No I heard you the first time Griphook but how is that possible. I can't be the next Lord Gryffindor this must be some sort of mistake."
"The Goblin Nation does not make mistakes boy." He snarled, slightly offended. Had he not been mad he would have realized that Harry actually called him by his name. "Now come with me your presence is required by Bloodroot your account manager." Harry hesitated, he wasn't sure that he should. Griphook sighed again. "What is the matter Mr. Potter?" He asked getting very annoyed.
Harry fidgeted with his hands. "How do I know that I can trust you?" Honestly, Harry did not know where that question came from, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with his many dealings with Dumbledore.
"It is a reasonable question but you don't really know if you can trust me or not you will just have to risk it. However Goblins do not harm clients so I can say with confidence that you will be safe with me."
Harry let out a small chuckle. "Well at least you're honest, unlike some people." He added under his breath. "Very well I shall come with you but give me a moment I need to tell my relatives that I'm going."
He walked down the stairs. Vernon was watching the telly while Dudley was on his new computer. "Uncle Vernon."
"What boy?" He growled his eyes never leaving the TV.
"I will be gone for a few hours to do something with people like me so I won't be here." Vernon looked at him an ugly sneer crossing his face before it passed it looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Another thought struck Harry. "Uh it would be better for you if you didn't tell anyone where I was, because my people will show up here to look for me."
This time his uncle did say something to him. "It's nothing dangerous that could get us in trouble is it?"
"No Uncle Vernon."
"Good." He grunted and turned back to the TV.
"Ok Griphook I'm ready now."
"Excellent." Griphook paused and smiled or was it sneer one could never tell with a Goblin.
"Is something the matter?"
This wizard is certainly something if he can remember my name. "No it's just that you remembered who I was Mr. Potter."
"Please just call me Harry and of course I remember you. You were the one who took me to my vault how could I forget you?"
Griphook smiled and took Harry's hand took a single step forward and vanished with a pop.
Downstairs Vernon got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to see his wife setting the table. "The boy just left said he had some business to take care of."
"Did he say what it was about?"
"No clue Petunia, just said not to mention it otherwise we'll get more freaks at our door." Petunia shuddered, she hated anything unnatural and magic was as unnatural as you could get.
They reappeared in a grand room with golden stone columns and stone busts of important goblins. Sitting regally behind his polished mahogany desk was the fiercest goblin Harry had ever seen but given that he had only seen Griphook he could only assume.
"Ah good work Griphook. Welcome to Gringotts bank Mr. Potter I am the Potters Account manager Bloodroot." Bloodroot stood up from behind his desk he was only about four feet tall but Harry was afraid of him.
Harry held out his hand Bloodroot looked at him strangely but shook it anyway. "Pleased to meet you and you can call me Harry." Bloodroot nodded and sat down.
"Do you know why you are here Mr. Po- err Harry?' Bloodroot asked him.
"Something about being the next Lord Gryffindor. Are you sure about that I mean that can't be right."
"We Goblins never make mistakes." He reached under the desk and brought out a book that appeared to be even bigger than Hogwarts A History was. "This book was created by the founders. Whenever their Heir was born it would be magically recorded here in this book." Harry examined the cover. There were two wizards and two witches, under each were their names. He quickly spotted Gryffindor in his golden robes. He noticed that they each had an animal surrounding them. For Gryffindor it was a majestic Lion, For Huffelpuff it was a shiny Badger, Salazar's was a giant sleek black and red Snake that was wrapped around his shoulders and on the shoulder of Ravenclaw was a pure black Raven.
Under their picture was a banner that read "Magic is not a Gift but a Burden."
Surprisingly only the first page had any writing, the rest of the book was completely blank.
There were about twelve names written on the page. These were the ones that caught his attention.
Gellert Dorian Grindelwald, next to his mane it stated Heir of Helga Huffelpuff. Age 152. Inheritance Fathers side.
Tom Marvolo Riddle Harry gasped as he came upon his name. His stated that he was the Heir to Salazar Slytherin. Age 69. Inheritance Mothers side. "Guess he wasn't lying." Harry thought.
Then he spotted his name.
Harry James Potter, Heir of Godric Gryffindor and partial Heir of Salazar Slytherin. Age 15. Inheritance Mothers side for Gryffindor. Inheritance by rights of conquest for Slytheirn.
He could only stare stupidly at the book his mouth agape. "So you see Mr. Potter we have not made any type of mistakes."
"How come no one has ever told me about this before?" Harry asked still a little dazed at this news.
Bloodroot's features darkened. "I was wondering the same thing and it turns out that Albus Dumbledore was the one keeping this information from you."
There was a moment of silence and Harry exploded. "That fucking bastard how dare he keep this from me," Spittle flew from his mouth in his anger but he managed to calm himself down slightly, "and how did you find out?" He was still breathing heavily his fists clenched tightly in anger.
He pulled out the letter and handed it to Harry who read it twice before giving it back. He noticed that at the very bottom of the letter was Dumbledore's name. "I don't understand."
"You see Mr. Potter we have been sending you this letter twice every year ever since you entered the magical world on. We began to grow suspicious when you never replied or answered any of the letters so we figured someone was stealing your mail. So we mailed this letter." He indicated to the one Harry just read. "It had two charms on it. One would detect the person who opened the letter and the other would return it to me. When the letter came back, I realized that it had been Dumbledore who was keeping you away which is why I sent Griphook to collect you. It seems to me that Dumbledore did not want you to claim this birthright."
"Why would he want to do that?" Harry asked. He was beginning to question Dumbledore. If he was keeping this from him who knew what else the man was hiding.
"Because if you accept this, gift your inheritance, your power would increase exponentially, you would gain new powers that would put both Dumbledore and the one you call Voldemort to shame. Your power would rival that of Gryffindor himself."
Harry's head snapped up. "What?"
Bloodroot smiled or was it sneered maybe it could have been a grimace, Harry couldn't tell but it made Bloodroot look even scarier than he already was and Harry silently swore to himself that he would never piss off a goblin. "You would be the most magical and politically powerful person in the wizarding world, and it would make your job of killing Voldemort even easier."
A grin slowly spread across Harry's face. "How soon can we do it?"
"Right away, but," Bloodroot added holding up his hand "there are some other things that must be taken care of first."
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"Well as I said I am the Potters account manager which means that I am in charge of taking care of your vault's."
"Vaults?" He interrupted, "I thought I only had one." Harry said.
Bloodroot growled. "No Harry that is just your trust vault that your parents set up for you, the Potter family vaults contain much more."
"How do I get access to them?"
"Well normally you would have to wait until you came of age to access the family vaults however your godfather Sirius Black decided to emancipate you about two months ago, so Harry you are now legally an adult. Congratulations Lord Potter." Harry felt a tug in his heart when Bloodroot mentioned Sirius but he pushed it aside. Sirius would not want him to cry over his death. Slowly a smile crawled onto Harry's face.
"So that means that I am a legal adult in the eyes of the law!" He shouted excitedly and he broke out laughing.
Chuckling himself Bloodroot nodded. "Yes and it means that you now have access to all your gold, which, considering how old the Potter family line is, it is quite a lot and you can also do magic outside of school." Harry cheered. "Not only that but you will also be known as Lord Potter head of the Potter family." Bloodroot snapped his fingers and a ring appeared in his hand.
"This is the Potter family ring." He said presenting it to Harry. It was a gold ring with a golden Griffin. It was reared on it back legs and in its gold talons it clutched an emerald that size of Harry's knuckles. "When you wear this people will know of your status change."
Harry slipped the finger onto his finger, there was a flash of blinding green light and then it vanished. Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket and he withdrew his Gringotts key. "Excellent it seems that your key has been returned to you Lord Potter."
Harry groaned. "Please there is no need for the Lord Potter just call me Harry."
"Very well Harry, are you ready to accept your inheritance and become the new Lord Gryffindor?"
"Yes." Harry replied still looking at his family ring.
"Good then follow me." Bloodroot said walking out of his office to the carts that would take them to their destinations.
Riddle Manor.
Voldemort hissed his dismissal to his Death Eaters and waited impatiently as they left. Retreating to his private chambers, he drew the curtains on the window and lit a single candle that he set on a small table next to a red high back leather armchair.
Nagini slithered onto his shoulders and he stroked her head with a finger. Lifting up the sleeve on his left hand, he pressed against his own dark mark. His was much different from those of the Death Eaters. His was an angry red and using it, he could summon any single Death Eater he wanted directly to him. "Morsmordre Elm." He hissed.
After about five minutes, there was a small pop, a crash and a loud curse before the person picked themselve up off the floor. "My Lord." The person said bowing slightly.
The room was dark except for the part that was lit by the candle so Voldemort could not see his face just the man's general outline but he was delighted that he had a new spy in Hogwarts. "What news do you have for me Elm?" It was not the person's real name but it fit him quite well.
"It seems that Potter and his mudblood," There was a noticeable hitch in the man's voice when he said mudblood. "Have gotten together and are a couple now."
"That is interesting. What else?"
"There was also an altercation between the blood traitor Weasley and Potter." Again the was another hitch in his voice as he said blood traitor. "And it seems that Potter is having some problems with Dumbledore."
Voldemort laughed. "That is good news, any idea where he is staying?"
"As far as I know he is still staying with his relatives." Voldemort nodded and from within his robes he withdrew a blue potion.
"Drink up." He said tossing the potion to the man who drank it. "You have done well Elm. Leave me now." And the man vanished.
Pressing his mark again, he summoned Snape who sank to his knees. "Severus have you been brewing the mind control potion correctly?"
"Yes I have my Lord why?"
"My spy seems to be resisting it."
"Perhaps if you told me who the spy was I could make it specifically for him." Snape suggested.
"No I cannot risk Dumbledore finding out about him. Increase the concentration of the potion. Go now Severus and if I find out you are lying the consequences will be severe." Snape could only nod before he vanished from the room leaving Voldemort alone with his snake.
Harry, Bloodroot and Griphook were speeding down into the bowels of Gringotts on one of the old rusty carts. Harry stopped keeping track of the time after about ten minutes and decided to just take in the fast moving sights. At one time he heard a loud roar and several screams before the rushing wind ripped them away.
His mind wandered to the founder's book and a thought struck him. "Bloodroot." Harry yelled over the wind. "In the book it says that I am a partial heir to the Slytherin by rights of conquest, what does that mean." Suddenly the cart came to an abrupt halt throwing Harry forward.
Bloodroot laughed as Harry tumbled out of the cart rubbing his forehead. "Voldemort tried to kill you he failed to do so and you were still alive so because he lost to you, you have a claim on his inheritance as the Heir of Slytherin. Since he did not die completely you are only a partial heir. If you defeat him you will have full claim and vice versa."
Harry nodded in understanding still rubbing his forehead. "Please hurry if you get lost here it will be very disastrous." Griphook said. He was carrying a lantern and was waiting at the foot of a trail.
The trail had many twists and turns and Harry thought that they might have gone through a loop at one time. It took almost as long as the cart ride but soon they came upon a large opening. Griphook ran ahead and clapped three times and light flooded the cavern.
Harry gasped as he saw four stone guardians. "These are the founder's vaults. They contain vast riches and many of the founder's valuables. Gryffindor's is the second vault." They began walking toward a giant stone lion that was about twice the size of Harry. Bloodroot handed him a dagger.
Harry walked closer to the lion and saw a small indentation on the right paw of the lion. He grasped the handle and sliced his palm open. His blood dripped into the hole and glowed briefly before vanishing. For a minute noting happened and Harry turned to Bloodroot and Griphook, "Was something sup-" He was cut off by an earsplitting roar that shook the whole cavern, causing large chunks of stone to fall down but a magical shield covered them preventing injury. Harry looked up in time to see the eyes of the lion glow before it burst into dust revealing a large golden door.
While he was coughing and waving the dust away Bloodroot and Griphook were activating the tumblers in the vault. Loud deep rumbles were heard as the door gave a loud echoing click and swung open to reveal the inside of the vault.
Harry's jaw hit the floor as he saw the inside of the vault. There were mountains upon mountains of Galleons stacked high to the ceiling. There was not a single Knut or Sickle in sight. Swords, shining suits of armor, books and paintings surrounded the mountains of gold. In the center there was a large clearing and on a large smooth stone sat a ring.
Harry slowly reached out and grabbed the ring. It was heavier than his own family ring and instead of a Griffin; there was a huge golden lion. Its eyes were made of small ruby's and clutched in its paws was another Ruby that shone blood red and seemed to give off a faint glow.
"You must wear it." Bloodroot said and stepped back slightly. Harry nodded and slipped the ring onto his finger. At first, it didn't fit but it glowed slightly and now it fit snugly on Harry's finger.
A low humming noise filled his ears and blocked out all other sounds. The world started to spin and he began to hear a man's voice, before the ring exploded and surrounded Harry in a dome of red light, he passed out.
Griphook and Bloodroot watched the entire process in awe. They ran forward when he collapsed but the dome of light would not let them pass so they retreated to a safe distance and waited.
Harry stood motionless staring at the old man that stood in front of him wearing outrageously bright red robes and a twinkle much like Dumbledore's in his green eyes only his was much more intense. "Do you know who I am Harry?"
"Yes you're Godric Gryffindor." He said remembering him from the picture on the book.
Gryffindor smiled widely. "Yes I am and you my boy are the Heir to the Gryffindor title. Are you ready for this great responsibility?"
"I not sure." Harry replied.
Godric laughed and Harry looked at him questioningly. "I would have been worried if you were."
"Where are we?" Harry asked gazing at the many trees that surrounded him.
"We are inside of your mind young Harry." Harry gaped like a fish causing Godric to laugh lightly again.
"Now I shall tell you of the powers that you will have. You will need to master them and that will be very hard. I must know are you ready for this?" Harry nodded looking excited. "First you shall be a master at Transfiguration like I was." He said proudly. Harry felt something constrict within him.
"Second you shall be a master of wand less and silent magic." Again another constricting feeling. "Thirdly you will be able to control fire and become a fire elemental like I was." This time flames erupted from the ground and surrounded him with its warmth before vanishing shortly after.
"And lastly you shall become a master at the mind arts just as I once was." Harry collapsed onto the ground and howled in pain as he clutched his head. The pain only lasted a few seconds before it stopped. He looked up into Gryffindor's eyes, which were so much like his own.
"You are destined to do great things Harry. Make your ancestors proud."
Bloodroot and Griphook were beginning to get worried. It had been three hours since Harry had fainted and the red barrier that was protecting him still had not gone down.
Suddenly the ground shook and the inside of the vault was illuminated by a bright gold light. Bloodroot and Griphook looked up to see Harry glowing and floating several feet off the ground. He glowed brighter and brighter until they had to shield their eyes.
Magic began pouring off Harry in waves. It washed over the two goblins and sent them to their knees. Never before in their life had they ever felt magic this powerful. There was a loud boom and they were knocked flat onto their backs as a golden wave of magic passed over them.
They looked up to see Harry sit up. His hair was standing on end and he looked ready to pass out. Everything about him was the same except for one thing.
His once green eyes now had flecks of gold in them. "I just met Godric Gryffindor." He said with a smile before falling into the land of Morpheus.
Seconds Later
Hedwig had decided to go hunting before she returned to her master. She knew that once she was back at that wretched place food would be small and unsatisfying.
She had just spotted the fattest juiciest rat ever and was diving in for the kill when everything grew white in front of her. Hedwig's wings froze and now she was falling.
A golden glow enveloped her body just before she crashed into the cold unforgiving ground.
13 hours later (around four in the morning)
Mad-eye Moody grumbled as the fire spit him out on the rug. He got up grumbling and dusted himself off. Mrs. Figg gave a disapproving cluck and shooed the man out of her living room.
Moody hated magical travel. Ever since he had lost his leg, every type of wizard travel had become a bother to him. Quickly placing a Disillusionment charm on himself, he headed to number four to relieve Mundungus. "Get yer smell arse home and take a shower you stink." He said to the man who grinned at him before vanishing with a small pop.
Moody settled down behind a bush and observed the house. His magical eye made a small noise as it moved, he saw two people in bed one was extreamly fat and the other very skinny, another very fat one in the living room, and his magical eye scanned Harry's room.
Nothing. It was empty. He scanned the rest of the house and only saw three occupants when there should have been four. He jumped up and ran as fast as his leg would let him back to Arabella's house. Scaring the old woman out of her wits as he burst through the door, he activated the floo shouting "Dumbledore's office." "Albus! Albus!" Moody's disembodied head shouted. Said man ran into his office in baby blue robes grinning like an idiot.
Dumbledore was sipping hot cocoa and combing his beard all while mentally going through his plans. "Well I managed to kill Sirius before he could cause too much trouble." Dumbledore sighed. He hated wasting lives especially one that was so good, but Sirius knew too much and it would have ruined his plans. "Harry seems to be doing well, although I will have to do something about his rebelliousness towards me. It is a shame about what happened between him and Ronald but maybe I could set him up with Ginevra but his main problem right now was the Granger girl and Harry going out with her."
He set his brush down and sat on the edge of his bed as a frown marred his face. "She is too smart, and it could prove bothersome if she decided that she cannot trust me. She could cause Harry to stray from his path." The frown vanished replaced by a smile. "I know what I'll do I shall have Severus brew a love potion keyed into young Ms. Weasley and another potion that will make Granger hate Potter. This is perfect!" He exclaimed.
"The Weasleys would never question me and if Harry is in love with Ginny I will be able to control him better by using her. It's perfect." He said grinning like a small child in a candy store. He picked up his empty mug about to call an elf for a refill when he heard his name begin called and rushed into his office still grinning like a fool.
"Ah Alastor to what do I owe this very late pleasure." He asked.
"Potter is missing." He said gravely and it sent Dumbledore's good mood crashing to the ground.
"What?" He asked dumbly.
"I said Potters missing. I started my shift, checked the house, and didn't see him and I immediately came here."
"Are you sure he wasn't out for a stroll?"
Moody was silent. "It's bloody four in the morning why the hell would he do that. Albus I'm telling you he's missing."
"Yes ok I am coming through." Moody pulled his head out of the fire and moments later Dumbledore came through and the two headed for number four. Not bothering to knock Dumbledore unlocked the door and barged in. Dudley saw the two and clutched his bottom before fainting.
The two wizards made their way to Harry's room. Moody went in first and examined the room before bending over and picking something off the floor. "A clue Alastor?"
"Uh it might be." He answered back and placed the object in Dumbledore's outstretched hand.
It was a small figurine of a grinning man that was flipping him the bird. "Fuck!" Albus yelled and hurled the figurine at a wall in a fit of rage.
A/N: Well here is the end of chapter 3. There are some very interesting things going on in this chapter. Not a real cliffhanger but it'll do.
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