Chapter 4
It was all foggy and Harry was there, wearing the dementor's cloak. Thousands of screams reached his ears like a delicious melody of pain. He never felt so blissful…he wanted to souls to scream…to scream…
And he jerked up from his bed, sweat pearling his face. Yet, delight ruled within his mind. It was the strangest dream he ever had ; the most disturbing and yet the most pleasant. It felt like he wanted to souls to scream, to beg for mercy. But Harry also felt revolted…What was wrong with his mind? He quickly pushed the controversial thoughts aside and checked time. Noon…Merlin, I slept that long?
He stood up, stretching himself and got dressed. He decided that it was high time he replied to Gringotts. He grabbed a quill and scribbled on a parchment, setting a meeting at 3 pm. He then attached the letter to Hedwig's claw. The owl hooted, before nibbling his ear and flying away. Harry smiled, before starting to plan his summer. He should spend time looking for books and studying, understand the concept and structure of magic. He should also learn arithmancy, runes for spellcraft and catch up on potions. Or at least learn basic necessary potion recipe by heart such as the blood resplenishing one. And ofcourse, he must attempt wandless magic and study offensive witchcraft and battle techniques. He sighed, cursing himself for not studying when he had the chance to. Without any knowledges, how on earth would he go and defeat Voldemort?
By facing Voldemort in a battle and declaring his undying love….ha..ha..ha Harry thought, darkly.
His stomach grumbled ; He didn't have lunch yet so he climbed down the stairs. The pub wasn't
crowded as this morning. Harry sat at the counter
"Hullo Harold! Wanna drink something?" Alistair asked, cheerfully.
"Nah..do you serve lunch here?"
"Oh no , sorry we don't. Only breakfast. There's a good chinese at the corner" Alistair informed him.
Harry thanked him before heading to the chinese restaurant, ordering some whon ton and cantonese rice. He paid, left and went back to his room. He should go to Diagon Alley ; he didn't want to be invisible but he didn't want to be recognised. Maybe he should wear the dementor's cloak. Hopefully it would make people stay away from him, and he didn't wanted to be pointed out as a Hogwart's student either.
To Hell if I scared people's shit out! Harry snickered, pulling the dementor's coat out. He kept it folded
and walked through Charing Cross Road before reaching the Leaky Cauldron. He wore the cloak, realising that it had shrunken to his size. A feeling of security overflowed him. He no longer felt anxious…he no longer felt anything. It was strange in it's own way. He pulled the hood up and entered the wizarding inn.
The place was unusually silent ; only couple of customers were spotted, all arboring grim looks.
Oh yes…Voldemort IS back. Several wanted posters were hung around the place. Harry traversed the pub, ignoring anxious looks people threw at him. He reached Diagon Alley ; it seemed that the wizarding shopping arcade most of it's liveliness. People walked rapidly, avoiding each other. Several aurors were stationed there, watching everything with attention. Harry weaved his way to Gringotts, easily. Kingsley eyed him suspiciously and pedestrians coiled around him. He guess he was looking intimidating, wearing this cloak.
Upon entrance, he greeted a goblin and asked for Ragnok.
"And may I ask who is willing to see Ragnok?" The goblin spurted out menacingly. Harry couldn't help but smile
"Harry Potter, master goblin" Harry said. The goblin's eyes widened at the display of curtesy
"Hold out your hand". Harry did as instructed and stuck a few fingers of his left hand from under his cloak. The goblin used a needle to retrieve a drop of Harry's blood and casted an identification spell on it.
Goblin magic… Harry stared in awe.
"Please follow me, Mr Potter". Harry reached a small meeting room ; all furnitures were carved in white marble. The room was beautiful. Harry spotted two goblins sitting at the sides of the table. He recognised Griphook. The other one was probably Ragnok
" Greetings Masters Griphook and Ragnok" Harry said, inclining his head curtly. Griphook was obviously flabbergasted ; he didn't expect Harry to remember his name. Ragnok just grinned
"Thank you for joining us today, Mr Potgter" Ragnok greeted. Harry sat down, pulling his hood up.
"As you are aware of, we are present to discuss your inheritance" Ragnok continued. Harry nodded.
"You are now the Lord of the lines Potter and Black" Griphook announced. "The following presents the capital of both lines, some being kept within our vaults". Griphook handed Harry two parchments. Harry gasped, his jaw hanging
Black Line
Assets : 30% Borgin and Burke
5% Comets broom maker
Family Vault:
- 180 000 galleons net
-74 books and other tomes of knowledge
-4 portraits
-98 magical artefacts (including 81 suspected dark)
-131 203 galleons worth jewellery and family heirlooms
Properties : 12 Grimmauld Place
Potter Line:
Assets :
-25% Hogwarts school of Wizardry
-15% Flourish and Blotts printing company
-12% Zonko Jokes shop
-5% Nimbus broom maker
Muggle Assets:
-9,7% Stanford's & Winchester construction company
Family Vault :
-430 000 galleons net
-12 732 books and other tomes of knowledge
-27 portraits
-53 muggle based weapons
-26 magical artefacts (including 2 suspected dark)
-67 000 galleons worth jewellery and family heirlooms
Properties : Godric's Hollow village
To say that Harry was shocked was the understatement of the year. He knew he had money but he never knew he was so damn rich!
Ragnok stared at him before saying
"As the Lord of the Black line you have to right to choose whoever may enter the vault, withdraw money, earn from the assets or be disowned…"
"Is there anyone allowed to do so?" Harry asked. Ragnok smiled wickedly, before answering. " I believe that Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange still earn from some of the assets…"
Harry reacted immediately.
"I thereby ban and disown Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and Bellatrix Lestrange Nee Black."
The Goblin nodded in aknowledgement. Griphook was filling in paperwork when he decided to meet Harry's gaze.
"As a Lord of the two lines, do you wish to merge them together?"
"What do you mean? " Harry asked, perplexed.
"Would you want to be known as Lord Potter, Lord Black or a new line that merge both families therefore creating a new name?" Griphook explained patiently
" So I will craft a new family name? And I will change mine?" Harry wondered. The possibilities are interesting. It would help him become anonymous…
"Yes, if you chose not to be Harry James Potter. You are not only the Potter heir but also the Black heir."
"I want to merge the two lines and craft myself a new name" Harry decided. Griphook turned back to the paperwork, discussing with Ragnok.
"Then please pick a new name Mr Potter, and take your time" Ragnok smiled. Harry asked for a quill and some parchments…
Harry Potter…..Phytia Terror…ridiculous… Harry scratched out the first proposition
Harry James Potter….anagrams are so interesting….Harry thought for a while, before scribbling down his new name excitedly
Ajas Terror Mephysto.