*Twisted 28*
The Office of the Director
Gringotts Bank
"Come in Lord Potter, Lady Potter. I'm Ragnok Sharptooth, Director of Gringotts and King of The Goblin horde. Please have a seat, we have much to discuss."
The director's office was extremely plush, it exuded power of the goblin he was. The walls were white marble; the carved relief's showing Goblin Battles of old in fine detail. Weapons on the walls were fine and shown like the sun. It was a very intimidating room.
"Thank you, your majesty, May your gold flow like rivers and your enemies die at your feet. Yes We do have a lot to discuss, I need to accept my Lordship, and see if my parents had a will. I also have a problem I believe only you can help me with but it must be kept One hundred percent quiet." Harry wrote a word on a piece of parchment and slid it across the desk.
Ragnok looked at the word, a look of anger and disgust crossed his face. "You know Lord Potter I could kill you for just saying this word."
Harry smiled. "Then you know what it is?"
Ragnok's growl was not to be ignored as he spoke. "It is the most foul magic, against goblin law to even have knowledge of it."
Harry Looked at Ragnok, with eyes of steel green. "Then I have come to the right place. Tom Marvolo Riddle or Voldemort made seven of them two are in this bank at this moment. One is in the vault of Bellatrix Le Strange it is the cup of Helga Hufflepuff's, the other resides in my scar. I know where the others are. Can you safely dispose of them?"
Ragnok pressed something beneath his desk and the ugliest goblin Harry had ever seen entered the room. Ragnok motioned him over and they spoke in gobbledygook. The other Goblin left in one very big hurry.
"We will check the vault while we talk. If what you say is, true the Le Strange vault is forfeit and half will be transferred to you as a reward. We will also remove the one from your scar today. Now to other business while we wait." Ragnok pulled a box from another drawer. On the top were two crossed swords held by a griffon. "If you would lord Potter cut your finger with this dagger and allow several drops of blood to drop on the seal."
Harry did as instructed as the last drop fell, the box opened. Three rings were set inside the box. Two were rings for a man, one was a woman's ring. Harry lifted the first ring from the case. It was beautiful, solid gold with a sword being carried in a griffins mouth inlaid in a perfect ruby as red as fresh blood. He slid it on the ring finger of his right hand. He felt the magic of the ring connect with him it felt warm and inviting. The second ring was platinum with a P inset in a perfect emerald. He slid it on the same finger the rings melded together and another surge of magic over took his scenes. "WOW!" was all he could say.
He took the third ring let a drop of blood fall on the stone it disappeared within the stone. He then placed it on Pansy's finger. She almost passed out from the power it gave her.
Ragnok then brought out a stack of books. "These are your accounts as of this morning Lord Potter, take them with you when you leave." He said as he handed them to Harry. "They are self updating and we also maintain copies of them here."
Two goblins in white robes then entered the office. "The Healers have come for you Lord Potter, the removal of the offence in your scar will take about an hour. Would you like your wife to accompany you?"
Harry looked at Pansy who seemed a bit scared. She looked in his eyes with Love Harry had never known and she spoke. "Where he goes I go!" She said very forcefully.
The two healers Led Harry and Pansy down the Hall to an ancient elevator, the gate slammed shut with a ringing bang and began to descend. It moved so fast there feet slowly lifted off the floor, and they floated just inches from the floor of the elevator.
After a few minutes, it began to slow and there feet gently touched down on the floor as they came to a stop. Harry laughed a little.
"Now that was an elevator ride."
Pansy gave him a look as if you have to be kidding.
Harry was led into a room covered in Runes from floor to ceiling. Pansy was placed in a room just above it where she could view what was happening.
Harry was told to strip off his clothes and lay in the indent in the center of the room. As he did several runes started glowing. The oldest of the two healers walked about the room counter clockwise tapping runes and chanting in Gobbledygook. On his forth trip around the room Harry Began to glow and his scar burst open. A black tarry substance began oozing from his scar. The second healer went to Harry and collected the black substance. Then pure red blood began pouring out of his scar and an ugly puke green mist rose above his head it screamed an unholy scream and dissipated.
Harry rose from the floor covered in sweat and was shaking; the healer wiped the blood from his face carefully and noticed that Harry's scar was gone.
Pansy came rushing into the room and held to Harry like a lifeline to a drowning person.
He had not even noticed he was still naked as the day he was born.
The office of Albus Dumbledore
Albus went to his chair at his desk and sat down as Minerva followed him in; she placed her hands on his desk starring at him. "YOU LIED TO ME ALBUS, You told me you checked up on him, that he had a happy childhood, WHY?" She sat down with a look Albus never wanted to see again. After a few seconds wait looking at him in ways that would make the killing curse the easy way out. "WHY ALBUS TELL ME NOW, AND YOU BETTER NOT SAY THE GREATER GOOD BECAUSE WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S HIPOGRIFF SHIT!"
Albus had his number one answer shot out from under him. "I constructed blood wards around that house it's the only family he has left!"
Minerva about hit the ceiling. "Did you even consider the fact those require love of family. PETUNIA HATED LILLY IN RESPECT SHE HATES HARRY! The wards may be there…but they will not work! Did you even consider that?"
Albus was slowly sinking in to the chair he had taken from the Potter vaults. "There is more to it but I'm not at liberty to say."
"So you set up a child for almost ten years of abuse. There is no reason what so ever to do that. I told you they were the worse sort of muggles imaginable. You… You set that sweet little boy, whose parents were my friends, they trusted us. You betrayed that trust!"
Minerva was so angry she was incoherent.
"It looks like Harry will now fix it himself. You no longer can tell him where to live and I guarantee he will not return to those muggles. Just pray, it's not the Parkinson house. Good day headmaster!" She turned and stormed out of the room.
Albus sighed as one of his little silver instruments on his shelves gave off black smoke whistled and died. The wards on Privet Drive just crashed.