Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.
Some of the concepts that will be in this fic are from other Fan fictions about Harry Potter with my own twist on them. So I would like to acknowledge all the Harry Potter fan writers on this site for great work and hundreds of hours of reading. This is an AU story.
Chapter 3
Return to The Wizarding World
Harry slept very little his mind was restless, anxious for the next day to arrive. Harry's mind was racing with ideas and plans all night. Where to start? How to reach London? Where is Gringotts Bank? What to do with the Dursleys' while he is away? He rose from bed and began his new morning routine. First, he made his way to his guardian's bedroom. They were still in the same state. Then made his way downstairs collected the mail and made breakfast. Harry made a note to add a trip to the market to his to do list.
Before Harry could leave the house to go to the Surrey Library he needed to secure the house. Harry's biggest concern was uninvited visitors or a return visit by Dumbledore. Harry walked through the house making sure all windows were locked and the blinds pulled. He double checked the front door, it was still locked, and stacked several boxes in front of it to make it extra secure. Lastly, he returned to his guardian's bedroom. He checked once again to insure they were not breathing or had a heartbeat. He sat for an hour in a chair in the corner of the room weighing the risks of leaving the house unattended. Harry decided if there was to be any resolution to this situation he must leave the house. Harry stood and retrieved his uncle's keys, billfold and made his way to the backdoor. Locking the door behind him he scurried around hidden until he thought it safe. Cautiously, Harry stepped out onto the road and made his way to the Surrey Library.
Harry arrived at the Surrey Library. Luck was on his side, he did not have any chance encounters with Dudley's gang of misfits. He entered the library, spotted the librarian and walked up to her.
"Mrs. Ascot?" Harry had come to know the librarian from his daily visits and felt confident she could help him.
"Harry its good to see you again" Replied Mrs. Ascot. "How have you been?"
"I have been fine thank you for asking." Harry smiled at the librarian. "May I ask you a question?"
"Sure Harry you know I will help in anyway I can".
"Is there a bus or rail that I could take to get to London's main library? I have received permission from my aunt to go but she has left me the task of finding my way." Mrs. Ascot did not ask more questions. She had her feelings about Harry's situation at home. Not many boys his age spend there day at the library as a retreat.
"Well then, the number sixty eight bus for London picks up on the corner every two hours starting at six in the morning, Monday through Friday. Unfortunately, your adventure will have to wait till then."
"Thank you Mrs. Ascot is there a schedule book I could look at?"
"We do not have one available but when you arrive at the London terminal you will find them there."
Harry expressed his thanks and found his way to the section of the library that had atlases. He searched for the most up to date atlas of London and the surrounding areas. He spent some time putting it to his memory and returned to the Dursley's.
To occupy his time on Sunday, Harry took a brief trip to the super market. After he returned and put away the things he bought and prepared himself something to eat, he decided to explore his mind's library.
First Harry explored the outside of his library. He touched the walls, they felt very solid. He walked back away from the library but not too far and noticed that with the mist that surrounded the library it was very difficult to see the building. He returned to the front door and entered. He found the atlas floating in the middle of the room on the first floor.
After climbed up to the second floor; Harry pulled the map of London out of the atlas and pinned it to a wall, then filed the book in its appropriate place. He stared at the map for several moments, filled with excitement at the thought of venturing there to discover more of his parents. Finally, he pulled himself away, returning to himself and retiring for the night.
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Monday morning Harry was awake even before the sun. He did his usual morning inspection, showered and dressed. After a small meal he exited the house as he did the days before. Harry arrived at the bus stop at five fifty. At precisely six o'clock the bus arrived; Harry boarded the bus and an hour bus trip later found Harry at London's main bus terminal. He searched out the bus and underground schedules, put them to memory and took the underground to the British National Library in King's Cross.
As Harry walked across the library quad, he looked around in wonder. This was the largest building Harry had ever seen. The library was red brick faced and many stories tall with angled roofs and a clock tower in the center. Harry walked in the main doors and stood in line to be helped by one of the librarians at the large counter.
Harry spoke briefly with the librarian and was directed to the rare books section where he could find further help from someone in that area. He found it quickly and searched out the librarian for that section. The Librarian greeted Harry, a look of curiosity on his face to be finding a young boy in his section.
"May I help you young man?"
"Yes, thank you. Sir, I was told by Mrs. Ascot of the Surrey Library I could find a Latin dictionary here. I found two words in a book that I do not know the meaning and when I inquired I was told they were Latin. I have come here to find a Latin dictionary. Could you please help me with this?" Harry asked as he pulled the slip of paper with 'Eximius Sensus', written on it from his pocket.
A knowing look reflected in the librarian's eyes when he read the words on the paper. He looked at Harry curiously; "Where did you find these?" he asked Harry. The librarian seemed to be becoming increasingly nervous.
Seeing the look on the librarian's face, Harry asked, "You know the meaning of these words? Do you know about magic? I'm Harry." Harry's voiced was filled with excitement and found his voice rising too loud for a library setting.
The librarian glanced around; "lower your voice please!" when he turned his attention back towards Harry again that's when he saw it. On Harry's forehead the lightning bolt shaped scar. The librarian's eyes filled with recognition and surprise.
Whispering the librarian introduced himself, "My name is Mr. Foreven, Clark Foreven. You must keep your voice down, Mr. Potter. Muggles must not know about us, it is against our law. Come with me, please." Mr. Foreven directed Harry towards an office located at the back wall.
Harry was thrilled that he had found a wizard, he had so many questions. Thinking of which question to ask first a thought came to Harry. I did not give my full name yet, Mr. Foreven addressed me as Mr. Potter. Hesitantly, Harry followed Mr. Foreven into the small office. The door closed behind them, Harry asked,
"Mr. Foreven how did you know my name?" Mr. Foreven sat behind his desk and looked at Harry.
"Mr. Potter you are a very famous person in our world and that scar on your forehead is like a beacon. No matter where you go people will know you by it." Harry placed his hand on his forehead touching his scar. "Do not worry yourself Mr. Potter. I will not tell anyone that I have seen you here today. I would not like the attention it would bring me as the first person to see you in almost nine years." Harry lowered his hand and asked.
"But why am I famous? And please call me Harry. Mr. Potter is my father." Again Harry could see the surprise on Mr. Foreven's face before he replied.
"Am I to assume Mr. Pot… I mean Harry" Mr. Foreven smiled. "That you do not even know your own history? No?" Harry shook his head in the negative. "Well nine years ago on Halloween night you defeated the most evil wizard of our age. You stopped a war that had been going on for years. Your guardians have not told you this?" Mr. Foreven had a concerned look on his face.
"No sir, my guardians are what did you call them; Muggles. They have told me nothing of the wizarding world. I came across an old book my Aunt had hidden. It was from my mum, which is where I found those words. The only thing that they told me was that my parents died in a car crash and that I was like my parents, a wizard."
Harry did not want to show just how little he knew. Mr. Foreven seemed much taken back by this news. Harry continued. "I recently received letters from my parents that where to be given to me this year. In them I was told I was a wizard and to go to Gringotts, but my guardians do not know where it is. Could you help me? That is one of the reasons I'm in London." Mr. Foreven looked thoughtful for a moment before replying.
"First Harry, call me Clark. Gringotts is a bank in Diagon Alley. I can instruct you on how to arrive there. As for this," Clark held up the slip of paper. "This is a spell. All spells are in Latin. Spells originated from Latin but there are some exceptions. Eximius Sensus is a super sense spell. It enhances your senses. May I demonstrate for you Harry?" Harry nodded.
Clark pulled out his wand and performed the pattern Harry had seen in the book then said Eximius Sensus pointing the wand at Harry. Harry's world expanded, it was like he had eyes in the back of his head. He could see everything in the small office even what was behind him. Harry thought 'How useful this would have been when I was avoiding Dudley's gang'. Looking at Mr. Foreven, Harry noticed a soft yellow glow surrounding the librarian.
Curious Harry asked, "Clark, why are you glowing yellow?" Surprised Mr. Foreven asked Harry, "Very interesting, Harry, are you glowing?" Harry looked down at his hands and saw he was surrounded by a dark red light. Excited Harry answered, "Yes, red, dark red, amazing." The librarian looked at Harry with a wide grin. He seemed thoroughly impressed with Harry.
"Harry that glow is our magical aura, the darker the color the more powerful our magic is. That dark red is the high end of the magic spectrum. You are a very powerful wizard Harry." It was Harry's turn to be surprised.
"Now Harry I have been gone from the front too long. Let me give you the directions to Diagon Alley and Gringotts. May I suggest that you buy a hat of some kind to cover your scar until you can get a cloak with a hood? You need to go to Charing Cross Road. You will see a sign for The Leaky Cauldron. Don't worry about the muggles they cannot see it. Go to the Inn keeper, his name is Tom. Just ask him to open the gateway to Diagon Alley for you then follow the alley and don't make any turns, Gringotts is the big white building. Got it?" Harry nodded and rose from the chair Mr. Foreven had offered him.
He offered his hand to Clark. "Thank you for all your help today Clark, I do not know how I would have found it without you." Clark shook Harry's hand. "There is nothing to thank me for Harry. It is I who should be thanking you. He-who-must-not-be-named would have come after me and my family eventually, I am muggle born so I was on his list somewhere." Clark opened the office door guiding Harry out, closing the door after them. Harry stood outside the door for a moment and watched the librarian return to his desk. Harry wondered, 'He-who-must-not-be-named'? Does he mean Voldemort?'
Harry made his way to Charing Cross Road with only a little difficulty. He did not wish to leave the library so soon but he knew he had to find Diagon Alley before it grew much later. Harry was truly astonished by the amount of books the London Library held. On his way to The Leaky Cauldron Harry used Mr. Foreven's advice and found a shop that sold hats. He found a plain ball cap and purchased it and pulled it on his head over his scar.
From a distance Harry spotted a sign that didn't seem to fit between the other signs. As he grew closer he was able to read the out of place sign 'THE LEAKY CAULDRON'. It was between a book shop and a record store and just as Mr. Foreven said people didn't seem to take notice of it. A bit nervous to see what was on the other side, Harry slowly opened the door. Once inside Harry was in awe of how different it was than any other place he had seen. Harry could tell it was a very old place, the tables and chairs were much worn. It was dark and shabby looking; several booth tables lined the walls with a large fireplace on one wall. Harry could see a narrow hall that led to a handsome wooden staircase. The inn was not crowded but all the people where wearing robes like the ones he saw in his memories.
Harry walked over to the bar where he found an older man tending it, when the old man met Harry's eyes he smiled a toothless smile. Fearfully, Harry asked if he could speak to a man named Tom.
"Well you have found him, what can I do for you young man?"
Harry explained, "I was told you could open the alley for me."
Feeling important the old man replied, "Sure my boy, follow me."
Harry followed; the old man led him to a back courtyard where he tapped a pattern on the brick wall with his wand. "Three up… two across..." the bricks began to pull away forming an archway. "There you go young man, have fun." Tom turned, returning to his bar.
To his delight Harry's senses were still heightened from the spell when he walked into Diagon Alley. The narrow alley had people walking up and down the sidewalks. The people were draped in all different color robes; some had moving patterns on them, such as stars and moons. Every store was unique from the next; some items being sold Harry recognized and some where lost to him. The store closest to him had a sign reading Apothecary Shop, the window was filled with various size and colored bottles. Harry read some of the labels, bat spleen, eel's eyes, and other equally strange concoctions. Remembering the directions given by Mr. Foreven Harry began walking down the cobble street.
As he walked he read the shop's signs and peered in the windows. He glimpsed different color owls in Eeylops Owl Emporium, he spied different size cauldrons in the cauldron shop, and he spotted the Quality Quidditch Supplies Harry would have to remember to ask what Quidditch is. Harry took in the names of all the shops and what they looked like, Flourish & Blott's Book Store, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Harry wished he had more time to stroll up and down Diagon Alley, wanting to enter and explore each shop.
Harry stayed focused on his task and continued on to Gringotts Bank. It was a large white marble building in the center of the alley. Harry climbed the few steps to the burnished bronze doors. Flanked on each side of the doors were creatures in matching scarlet and gold uniforms. Harry assumed these were the goblins that his father wrote about in his letter. Each goblin nodded toward Harry as he entered, Harry returning the gesture to the surprise of the goblins. He entered a small entrance and continued to the next set of doors, these were silver. As Harry reached for the door he noticed an engraving, he paused to read it.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there. (HPSS by J.K. Rowling)
Another set of uniformed goblins adorned these doors. Harry gestured to the goblins and they nodded in return. Beyond the silver doors lay a vast marble hall crowded with counters. Behind each counter sat more goblins, Harry estimated there to be at least a hundred goblins. Every where Harry looked along the walls were an abundance of doors too many to count. Harry approached a counter with an available goblin.
Harry made eye contact with the goblin and bowed his head slightly toward him. "Sir, I request an encounter with Ragnok. It is regarding family business."
Looking down at Harry the goblin rudely asked, "What business would a child have with the Director of Gringotts Britain? Who are you?"
With all his courage Harry looked the goblin in the eyes and demanded, "Tell Ragnok that Harry Potter is here to see him. If he does not wish a meeting with me then inform him I am pulling all Potter assets out of Gringotts."
The goblin sneered down at Harry, "Griphook take MISTER Potter to see Ragnok." Another goblin stepped forward and bowed his head to Harry.
"Follow me Mr. Potter." Before Harry could return the gesture Griphook spun around and began to walk towards one of the doors along the wall.
Entering one of the more plain doors, Harry was led into a small office. Dozens of shelves lined the wall. There were ledgers and parchment scattered about on each shelf. In the center of the small room was a desk with a chair on each side, Griphook took the seat behind the desk.
Harry stood next to the other chair, confused Harry insisted, "I was to be taken to Ragnok!"
Griphook gave Harry a feral grin and replied, "If you are who you claim to be," Griphook took a piece of parchment from a drawer and placed it close to Harry. "Place a drop of blood on this, the wizard parchment will determine if you leave this room alive." Next to the parchment Griphook placed a small dagger.
With some uncertainty Harry lifted the dagger and drew it across his thumb. A small droplet of blood formed and dropped onto the parchment. To Harry's amazement words began to form on the paper, Harry Potter; Son of James & Lily Potter. Instinct, Harry raised his wounded thumb to his mouth but found the small cut had already healed.
Angrily Harry demanded again, "Now take me to Ragnok!" The smirk of confidence on Griphook's face was replaced by what could be fear. Griphook stood and turned towards the wall were a door appeared. With less contempt Griphook spoke, "Follow me, Mr. Potter."
Griphook led Harry down what seemed like unending corridors, after several turns they arrived outside another set of doors. These set of doors were golden again flanked by uniformed goblins. Without hesitation Griphook knocked on the doors then turned and retreated down yet another hall.
A moment later the golden doors opened allowing Harry to enter. Unlike the first office this office was huge and extravagantly furnished with the same colors as the uniformed goblins. A large white marble desk sat before Harry, behind the desk in a high backed chair sat yet another goblin. The goblin appeared more distinguish in dress than the previous goblins Harry encountered. Harry concluded this was Ragnok. The goblin did not look up and continued scrawling on the parchment before him. Indifference in his voice the goblin simply said, "Sit." Harry seated himself in one of the two high backed wooden chairs that sat in front of the marble desk.
Without looking up Ragnok inquired, "Mr. Harry Potter you are not to be expected for some time. Why are you here?"
Harry squared his shoulders and in the most adult way he stated, "I claim End of Line, family law of 1013. I claim my birthright."
At this the goblin laid his quill down and looked up. With an inquisitive look, Ragnok asked Harry, "How do you know of the family law or how to claim your birthright? This is not knowledge you should have at this age." From his pocket Harry pulled out the three letters from his parents.
"I believe instructions were left that in the event of my parents' death I was to be placed in the care of my godfather, Sirius Black. If he was unable to care for me I was to be placed with Remus Lupin or Albus Dumbledore. I understand there is a Will stating just that. I was to be given letters written by my parents on my seventeenth birthday by my guardian. I also am aware that a letter was left with your bank that was to be delivered to me if all mentioned in the Will perished with my parents. Is this not true?"
Uneasy Ragnok responded, "Yes, Mr. Potter." Before he could continue Harry interrupted,
"I was placed in the care of my mother's sister, against my parents' wishes. Am I to assume that everyone in the Will has perished? In that case, why has Gringotts not delivered the letter to me? I suppose there is an explanation for this and as to why I have not received statements regarding my trust vault?" Harry considered these appropriate questions.
He had scanned a few legal books while visiting the Surrey Library. "At this time I feel I must pull my family's entire holding out of Gringotts." Harry hoped this would encourage Ragnok to answer his questions.
Finished, Harry placed the three letters on the goblin's desk. With the threat of losing the Potter Family estate and the effects this could have on the reputation of Gringotts, the goblins indifferent treatment of Harry quickly turned more welcoming. To ensure the truth of these allegations, Ragnok placed a crystal on each letter, with each letter the crystal glowed confirming authenticity. Ragnok read each letter with great intensity, as he read the last words he placed his clawed hand over a red crystal on the edge of the desk.
Moments later three goblins entered, in the lead was Griphook.
Ragnok rose from behind his desk and approached the three goblins. He stood in front of one of the unknown goblins. Ragnok pulled a sword from his hip and in one fluid motion he sliced the goblins head clean off. He then turned to Griphook as the two door guards rushed in and retrieved the lifeless body.
With rage Ragnok commanded, "A crime has been committed by Gringotts. I want a full investigation and I want answers now. Why was the Potter Will not read? What excuse is there for why the wishes of the Potter's were not carried out? Mr. Potter has not received any statements of his trust vault, why is this? Everyone involved will be punished!"
Queasy from the unexpected actions of Ragnok, Harry turned away to avoid seeing more of the brutal scene.
"Forgive me, Mr. Potter. That was my assistant, for the last nine years I have entrusted him with the Potter accounts. I hold him personally responsible for my lack of knowledge of your situation. I will not allow this to happen again, I will personally handle any future actions of the Potter estate."
Still in disbelief, Harry nodded in agreement. Several minutes later, six goblins entered the office and placed five large, thick tomes along with one small on the marble desk.
"Mr. Potter," said Ragnok pointing to the small tome, "This is your trust vault account ledger." Opening it, "It appears that there has been no activity on the account since it was opened ten years ago. With the interest accrued the balance is now, one million eight hundred fifty two thousand one hundred twenty six galleons." Addressing Harry, Ragnok asked, "Do you have your key?"
Still in awe of the large monetary figure Harry's answer was delayed, "No, I have not been given any keys. I have no memory of receiving a key."
"We will inquire into that matter as well. When we have located the key it will be destroyed and a new one will be issued."
Ragnok then drew Harry's attention to the large tomes on the desk.
"Claiming your birthright gives you access to these account ledgers, the accounts of your ancestors. I believe the letter your father has left you in the family vault will give you more instruction of these accounts. These five vaults have been with Gringotts for over a thousand years, with no activity in the last nine hundred years."
Ragnok turned his attention to the stunned look on Harry's face. Harry was speechless everything was happening so swiftly he was finding it hard to keep up. He flipped through the pages of one large tome on the top of the pile. 'Six vaults, unbelievable, I did not expect to find all this.' He picked up the small tome; he scanned the pages putting it to memory.
While Ragnok gave Harry a moment with his thoughts a parchment appeared on his desk. He retrieved and read it, "It appears Albus Dumbledore appointed himself your magical guardian before the Will was to be read. He postponed the reading of the Will until you reached age seventeen. He assured us that he was aware of the contents of the Will and made the appropriate arrangements in regards to your care. He is in possession of your key and has informed us he would give it on your eleventh birthday when you are to be enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry next year.
"What of the bank statements?" asked Harry "Should they not still have come to me?" Ragnok continued reading the parchment. "The statement letters are being sent Mr. Potter, you still claim not to have received them?"
"That is correct, sir", replied Harry.
"We will look into this further, Mr. Potter. It may take a bit longer to inquire into that matter. Until then I will have your statements delivered by official Gringotts curriers to you."
"Thank you, Sir." Harry bowed his head to Ragnok.
"Am I to assume Mr. Potter that you do not know what transpired after the night your parents were killed?"
"No, Ragnok, why was I not placed with Sirius Black, he is my godfather and he was to be my guardian? Why would he allow me to be placed with anyone else?"
"Mr. Potter, Sirius Black has been in Azkaban Prison since the night of your parents' death. He is the one that betrayed there secret hiding place to Voldemort."
Furious Harry asked, "What?"
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Harry was being held in his mother's lap watching his parents and Sirius as they spoke. "I know Wormtail doesn't have the strongest of minds, sorry Peter, but I would be the obvious choice so make Peter the Secret Keeper. No one would ever suspect it was him." said Sirius.
"Ok Padfoot, we need to tell Dumbledore that we made the switch first thing." Replied his Da then looked over at Peter. "You ok with this Peter, it's a big responsibility?"
"Ya James it's no problem." Peter had an impish smile on his face that Harry did not trust.
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Harry vigorously shook his head looking back at Ragnok. "Sirius was not the secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew was. They switched at the last minute. My father was to tell Dumbledore."
"How is it that you know this Mr. Potter, you were just a baby?" Harry pointed to the trust vault tome. "Open it to any page, tell me what page number."
Ragnok looked at Harry for a moment before doing as he asked. "Page number forty nine Mr. Potter." Harry proceeded to recite the page word for word, number for number.
It was Ragnoks turn to be speechless. "I remember every thing I have seen, heard, touched, smelled, or read from the time I was born Ragnok. I was in the room when they made the switch."
"Mr. Potter, if you would allow Gringotts to have that memory, I will do all in my power to see that your godfather is released from prison." Confusion showed on Harry's face. Ragnok sat in his chair and spoke into a different colored crystal, "I need a memory extract."
Moments later a middle aged wizard with brown shoulder length hair and hazel eyes in a robe the colors of the bank entered the office. "You requested a memory extract, sir?"
"Yes" Ragnok replied nodding his head towards Harry.
The Wizard walked over to Harry and studied him. "Ok young man, think about the memory I need to extract." Harry nodded in agreement. The wizard placed the tip of his wand to Harry's temple and said 'extractum memoria'. Nothing happened. The wizard looked at Ragnok. "He must be a natural occlumens. I'll have to go in and get it."
"What is Occlumens?" Asked Harry
"It is a way to protect your mind from intruders. The memory needs to be outside your Occlumency shield to extract it. If you do not know how to do that I will have to break into your mind to get it."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. He closed his eyes and entered his library. There he found the new memory and put it into a book like the others. He then copied it then carried the copy out of the library and placed it on the ground. In a far off voice Harry said "try again please".
The wizard placed his wand tip to Harry's temple again. 'Extractum memoria' this time the memory came out. He placed it in an unbreakable bottle and gave it to Ragnok.
Harry watched as the book disappeared from his mind before returning to reality. "Did you get it that time?"
"Yes we did young man." Replied the wizard pointing to the bottle that Ragnok had placed on his desk with a silvery liquid in it.
Ragnok spoke then, "This is Mr. Crandall; he is my personal solicitor and the best that Gringotts has to offer. With your permission I would like to assign him to this case and to represent you in any matters. Would that be acceptable?" Harry had noticed that Ragnok had not spoken his name since the Wizard had entered the room. Harry looked at the wizard for a moment then gave his permission with the nod of his head towards Ragnok.
Ragnok turned back to the wizard. "This is a level ten security matter, what is said will not be repeated without my own or his approval. Do you accept the client and the case Mr. Crandall?"
The wizards face paled considerably at the security level. If he willingly or unwillingly broke security it would end his life. He looked from Ragnok, who he had worked for, for forty years and then back to the boy. Ragnok had never issued a level ten. Whatever this was about he wanted in. "Yes I accept on both." A light surrounded the wizard for a moment before fading.
"Mr. Crandall, I would like to introduce you to Harry Potter." Harry stood took off his ball cap and held out his hand. Mr. Crandall knew at that moment he had made the right decision. He shook Harry's hand and then took the other seat. Everything was explained to him by Ragnok. Then both of them viewed the memory Harry had given.
"I will have Mr. Black out of Azkaban within the week. Where can I find you, if I need to speak to you?" He directed his question to Harry.
Harry looked from Ragnok to Mr. Crandall and back again with a look of panic in his eyes. He had not expected anyone to have to contact him. He could not let anyone come to the Dursleys house.
Ragnok could see the look in Harry's eyes. To put any fear he had to rest, he said: "Mr. Potter I have just declared any conversation in this office as level 10 security matter. Anything said here can not leave this room without your approval or both Mr. Crandall and I would forfeit our lives. If you are having other troubles that you need help with, we can and will assist you." Harry was filled with indecision.
"I think I may have killed my guardians." Harry blurted out. "My Uncle was about to 'beat the freak out of me or kill me trying' his words. When he came at me I held up my hands and he froze. The same thing happened to my Aunt and cousin when they charged at me. I don't know if they are dead or not but they have not moved in over a week."
Harry went on to explain everything that had happened to him at the hands of the Dursleys. With this admission it seemed a dam was opened and it all spilled out. He then explained the events of the past week. He told them about the letters, packing the house, the trip to the library, finding the wizard Mr. Foreven and there conversation, everything. Mr. Crandall placed his hand on Harry's shoulder giving a reassuring squeeze when needed. When Harry was done he was exhausted but felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Ragnok spoke first, "Mr. Potter after what you told us, I am of the opinion to leave your guardians in whatever condition they are in. Mr. Crandall can you locate Mr. Foreven, have him forget his encounter with Mr. Potter. Then return here and await Mr. Potter while he visits his Family Vaults. I suspect he could be in them for sometime. He may even be in them till morning. Then accompany him back to his home and find out the condition of his guardians. From what he has told us I do not believe them to be dead. We will decide what to do from there. The Potter family has extensive holdings and properties, Mr. Potter will not have to remain at that location."
"Yes, Sir, I shall return as soon as possible. I will also get started on the Black issue. Some heads in the ministry will role, maybe even the ministers. Mr. Potter I will see you soon." Mr. Crandall removed himself from the office.
"Now Mr. Potter about your trust vault key," Harry held up his hand to stop Ragnok. "If Dumbledore has the original it would be better if that key did not disappear. Please move all but one galleon to my family vault. I have already had an encounter with him and do not wish to involve him further." Ragnok conceded.
Griphook appeared at the door. "Griphook take Mr. Potter to the Potter Family Vaults. If he wishes to remain there for the evening make sure he is not disturbed and has the appropriate accommodations. We will read the copy of the Potter Will when he returns." Griphook bowed. Harry stood and bowed to Ragnok. "I appreciate your time and your help." Harry turned and walked out of the office.