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 4
Legacy
It was a thrilling ride down to the vaults. Twists and turns made the ride very exciting. It seemed liked it would never end, they passed an underground lake, he spotted what he thought to be a dragon and saw countless guards in front of the endless vault doors. The cart came to a sudden stop in front of Vault 7, a set of double doors made of what looked like iron. In the center where the doors came together was a brilliant crest.
Griphook exited the cart followed by Harry. Harry stood and examined every inch of the amazing shield. In the center of the shield, a creature with the body and mane of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle stood courageously ready to leap with a sword in its claw. Next to it stood a mythical looking bird ready to take flight out of the flames, in its beak was a wand.
"What is this?" Harry asked pointing at the crest on the doors.
"That is the Potter Family crest, Mr. Potter, the creatures you see there are a Griffon and a Phoenix." replied Griphook irritated at the question. "State your full name." directed Griphook.
Complying Harry stated, "Harry James Potter" From inside the vault the sounds of sliding metal could be heard followed by a series of what sounded like locks being opened. The hinges creaked from the strain of years of neglect as it slowly opened inward. Harry stood wide-eyed at the vision before him, suits of armor, racks of robes and cloaks, jewelry boxes, medieval weapons, chests overflowing with gems, and stacks of trunks in two neat rows.
Harry stuttered under his breath, "A-ma-zing!"
"Pull this rope if you require my return." stated Griphook dryly. Harry nodded still speechless.
'UNBELIEVABLE, all mine?' played like a broken record player in Harry's thoughts over and over again.
Harry stepped inside scanning the massive never-ending cavern, his eyes halting on an odd sight. A few meters into the vault on the left sat a large old fashioned settee accompanied by three matching overstuffed chairs surrounding a long, low wooden table. In front of the set of furniture were two easels holding painted portraits, one of a distinguished looking man and the other of a gracefully dressed woman. Above the settee hung a huge painting of a large classic manor bordered with beautiful gardens, a stone walkway leading to a welcoming front door.
Harry's eyes were drawn to the bookshelves that lead away from the portraits. The shelves lined one side of the vault each overflowing with hundreds of books. Scattered along the front of the shelves were pedestals, each pedestal held a single opened book, some with protective glass coverings. Harry was stunned by what he spied next, gold, piles of gold reaching to the roof of the cavern. Harry resisted the temptation to pinch himself, it was all so unbelievable.
Needing a moment, Harry walked over to the settee area and plop down noticing a letter on the wood table. "Harry Potter", was written in the same hand as the letter from his father on the envelope. Overwhelmed Harry decided to wait to read his father's letter. He knew the letter held further instructions and more needed information, he just wanted to rest after all the happenings today. A low rumble came from his stomach; Harry looked up to see if Griphook had taken his leave. To his relief Griphook was still standing just outside the vault doors, "Griphook what time is it?" Harry inquired.
"It is just after three in the afternoon Mr. Potter. Is there something that you require?" Griphook replied anxious to return to his work.
"I missed lunch today. Ragnok mentioned I could be provided with anything I needed. Can I request some food to be brought here to the vault?" Griphook nodded and made his way back up the tunnels. Only minutes passed and he returned with two other goblins that were carrying large covered silver serving platters. Griphook instructed Harry that the platters were refilling platters, all he needed to do was replace the lid and it would be replenished with fresh hot meals. Delighted, 'I love magic!' Harry thought to himself. Harry sat on the settee in front of the platters and filled his empty stomach. With a full belly, Harry re-covered the platters and reclined back on the settee closing his eyes filled with contentment.
Harry awoke to someone clearing there throat as to get his attention. Startled Harry sat up looking around, he was a bit disoriented. Harry realized he had fallen fast asleep. He looked around at his surroundings, it wasn't a dream, and he was still in the Potter Family Vault. Seeing the platters on the table he looked towards the vault doors, Griphook was not there. 'If it was not Griphook who…
How long have I been asleep, oh no the Dursleys?
Panic stricken Harry ran to the rope Griphook had shown him earlier and he tugged on it. Several minutes later Griphook arrived in a mining cart outside the double doors.
Harry snapped at Griphook, "What time is it?"
"Mr. Potter it is 4 O'clock in the morning. You require my service?" Griphook asked annoyed at being called up at such an hour.
Apologetic Harry said, "Griphook I am sorry for waking you. I have been away from my guardians too long." Before Harry could plead any further Griphook held up his hand to halt Harry. Griphook's demeanor changed somewhat with Harry's apology, he was not accustomed to such warmth.
"Calm yourself Mr. Potter. I have been informed by Ragnok that the house is being monitored. No person will be permitted to enter the premises. I have been instructed to reassure you that things will be taken care of in your absence."
With guilt in his voice, "I would like to thank you for your prompt attention and once again apologize for waking you." Harry responded.
"I must thank YOU for your kindness Mr. Potter. Goblins are not accustomed to such proper treatment." Griphook bowed to Harry and returned to his cart.
Calmed, Harry turned back towards the settee and the portraits. He sat back down, remembering his avoidance of reading his father's letter he now lifted it and broke the wax seal. The letter sprung out of Harry's hands, unfolded and began to speak to him in a familiar voice.
"Harry if you are in possession of this letter, you have read my initial letter to you. Once again I express my sadness of not being there with you son. Before I go any further I must ask you to close the vault doors. Potter business is to be shared with no one. Say 'continue' when we have privacy."
Harry stood and walked to the doors, when Harry's hand made contact with the door it began to close on its own. The doors came together and the locks closed. Harry returned to the floating letter. 'Continue'
"This letter posses a magic which allows me to know, that you are not yet seventeen. With this change I am concerned our intended plan has not come to pass. There are some things best not written and told in person, which is the reason I have brought you here. The portraits that are before you are your grandparents. Allow me to introduce you to your grandparents, Harold and Esther Potter. Due to our untimely passing your mother and I were unable to provide you with our portraits. I will leave the rest of the details to your grandparents."
Baffled Harry's thoughts wondered, 'What does he mean they will tell me of the details?'
The letter continued, "You must know Harry that the Potters have always stood on the forefront in the fight against the dark. You must carry this on Harry. Beside the letter is a ring." Harry looked to the table and spotted the ring that he did not recall seeing there before.
"You are the only Potter left to carry on the fight as well as the traditions of the Potters'. Carry the Potter name with pride Harry and son please do not let the name end with you. The ring serves a purpose; it is the family ring Harry, placing this ring on your finger will change who you are. You will be Lord Potter; head of the family with the privileges and rights to everything Potter. The responsibility and burden are now laid in your hands. There is something I need to share with you Harry, some would say you are much too young, but I feel you will need this knowledge to aid you in what lies ahead. There is a prophecy Harry….
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." (HPOP by J.K. Rowling)
"We believe this prophecy is yours, there is only one other possible person that the prophecy can belong to, Neville Longbottom. You both were born on July 31st and his parents have aided us in defying Voldemort on three occasions. The Longbottoms have been forced into hiding as well. The mark will be the answer to this question." Harry ran a finger over the scar on his forehead. "Harry I am sorry I am not there to show you what wonders the family vault holds. I can imagine the sparkle in your eyes so like your mother's when you see it for the first time. Hold us in your heart Harry. I love you son, I will see you when the time comes. Da."
Harry sat, his emotions threatening to overflow, he must control them; he needed to ensure every word was put to memory. The letter dropped back on the table and folded itself. Harry picked up the ring; he stared at it and thought of the words his father said. His emotions could not be dammed any longer; the tears flowed down his cheeks. Speaking out loud barely audible, "It's me Da, I'm the one he marked, and it is my prophecy. You did not die in vane father, Voldemort is gone."
"Hello, Harry." Harry nearly fell off the settee with the joyful greeting. Suspiciously, Harry looked around the room, trying to locate the intruder. "Over here, Harry." Harry looked toward the portrait of his grandfather, who was looking back at him. "I'm your Granddad Harold, Harry. It is so wonderful to finally lay eyes on you. What a strapping young man, takes after his father wouldn't you say Esther?"
"How, how are you talking to me, you're a painting?" Harry's head was spinning as he righted himself on the settee.
Dumbfounded Harry started rambling not even paying attention to the portraits, "It's…It's just so much to take in. Not two days ago, I was introduced to the wizarding world. I have become Lord Potter; I have become owner of several vaults. I am the subject of a prophecy I don't understand and now painting are talking to me. I am so confused and I have SO many questions I don't know where to begin." By the odd look on his grandfather's face, Harry realized he was babbling. Dazed, Harry introduced himself, "I am Harry, Harry Potter. It is nice to… meet you?"
Joyfully, the portrait introduced his wife, "This is your grandmother Harry, Esther Potter." He pointed towards the painting beside his own.
"Hello Harry, it is so nice to see you. You are such a handsome young boy, just like my James. Harold doesn't he look just like our James. Except for those beautiful eyes, those you get from you lovely mother, Lily. We were never fortunate enough to meet you before your parents were forced into hiding. Tragically, Harold and I died shortly after in a most terrible accident. How old are you now, my dear?"
"I just turned ten." Harry replied still a little dazed.
Harry enjoyed the next few hours getting to know his grandparents and hearing stories of his own parents. Blissfully Harry listened to his grandparents go on and on, "Oh and when James introduced us to Lily, wonderful just wonderful your mother was…" By the time the stories reached the deaths of Harry's parents his grandmother was crying uncontrollably. Harry's grandfather moved into her frame to console her. Harry found he also had tears running down his face, yet again. "Harry my boy? Are you ok there son?" asked Harold with concern.
Harry found he was not ok, he felt compelled to share his own life with his new found family. He told them of the Dursleys and the sequence of events that led him to the vault. As the story unraveled he felt lighter and more at peace, quite different from when he shared the chain of events with Ragnok.
With great sympathy his grandfather replied, "It weighs heavy on our hearts to know what terrible a situation you were in. What was Dumbledore thinking, your mother explained her relationship with her sister to us. Your aunt despises magic and all related. Harry you must know that your mother would never have placed you with her sister." Harry was touched by his grandparents concern.
"Now if you feel up to it Harry we have a lot to discuss about the Potter family business." Before his grandfather could continue Harry stood up and started pacing.
"Granddad, when I confronted Ragnok I claimed my birthright, he told me that I now have access to five vaults not including my trust." His grandma gasped. "Have I made a grave mistake?" Harry pleaded.
"Harry what you have done is not forbidden or discouraged. All Potter heirs are given the choice to claim it, but every Potter receives the particulars before deciding. Potters of the past turned it down because of the fame and attention it would bring us. The Potter family has always treasured our privacy in regards to family matters. By claiming your birthright you have just added another level of attention to yourself that is all. But you say there are five vaults? I know that you should have been given access to three. This one obviously, the other two are Godric Gryffindor's and Rowena Ravenclaw's, two of the founders of Hogwarts. But the last two vaults I was not aware of."
"I'm descendant from founders of Hogwarts?" asked Harry surprised.
"Four found Hogwarts, you are descendant of two" answered his grandfather. "Godric Gryffindor's first son married Rowena Ravenclaw's eldest daughter. Their first born son changed his name to Potter to avoid the unwanted attention he would receive when he attended Hogwarts. It is a burden to be the son of the founders, there is a higher expectation. Just as you carry the same burden for being a Potter, so much is expected from you already Harry."
Harry's stomach protested its lack of nourishment. "Perhaps you should eat Harry." His grandfather laughed. "We can discuss the mystery vaults, after you attend to your hunger."
Harry lifted the cover of one of the trays and to his amusement he found a warm breakfast ready to eat. Harry ate till his belly was thoroughly satisfied, letting his thoughts wonder while he ate. 'Last of the Potter line? Is it all possible? Please do not let this be a dream. I could not bear to return to the Dursley's. I have always been a no one, how can I am be famous?' Harry thoughts were interrupted by a long gong that echoed through the cavernous vault.
His grandfather spoke from his portrait, "Harry there is someone requesting permission to enter the vault." Harry went to the door and it opened, Mr. Crandall was standing on the other side. Mr. Crandall had a similar reaction to the sight of the richly filled vault.
"I… I… I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Potter but we were expecting you back before now. Is there anything that I can help you with?"
"My apologies Mr. Crandall time as gotten away from me. Please, I need just a moment." Harry returned and stood in front of the portraits. Whispering, "Granddad, Mr. Crandall is Ragnok's private solicitor and under Gringotts security level ten, whatever that is. I have requested the services of Mr. Crandall as my personal solicitor, there is so much to handle, and I need help. I would like to appoint him the Potter family solicitor. Is that ok?"
Harry's grandfather agreed with glee, "That is quite suitable, Harry. In my present state I would not be of much help. It is a wise decision; you are already making the Potters proud."
"Harry, remember you are Lord Potter, it is your decision to make. If you find him trustworthy, it is at your discretion to hire him, as the Potter family solicitor he falls under the family law of silence." Harry approached Mr. Crandall who was still standing by the vault doors. "Mr. Crandall I would like to expand my previous offer, would you accept the position of Potter family solicitor as well?"
Mr. Crandall contemplated the offer and replied, "I would be honor to accept the position, Mr. Potter."
Harry waved Mr. Crandall into the vault and closed the door behind them.
"Mr. Crandall, I would like to introduce you to my grandfather, Lord Harold Potter and this is my grandmother Esther Potter." Harry pointed to each portrait as he introduced them.
Mr. Crandall took the offered seat in front of the portraits. The group discussed the urgent matters at hand; the state of the Dursley's, how to get the release of Sirius from Azkaban and where Harry would go to live.
During the planning, the conversations had in Ragnok's office were discussed. Harry recalled a subject he wanted to revisit with Mr. Crandall.
"Mr. Crandall you said that I was a…, natural occlumens… are there books on the subject." It was Harry's grandfather that answered.
"Harry, there are many books on the subject here in the Potter library. Just use the Index book on the pedestal. Speak the topic of interest and it will list the books available, choose the title and the book will be brought to you." Harry nodded his understanding and walked to the pedestal leaving them to continue the conversation.
The index book had grooves on the edge of the pages lettered from A to Z. Harry opened the book to the O tab. He spoke to the index "Occlumens, all books" Occlumens appeared at the top of the page; just below that the titles of books began to appear.Harry chose the titles and the books starting floating from their spots on the shelves to a table beside Harry. The books he chose were 'Occlumency: Defend your Mind, Sorting the Mind: A Beginners Guide to Occlumency, Traps for the Occlumens, Hide Your Mind, and Advanced Occlumency. Harry took the opportunity to select other topics; Goblin law and language, wizarding law, Latin dictionary, Potter family history and lastly Hogwarts: A History. Harry was now standing next to nearly fifty books, 'Just some light reading' thought Harry with a ridiculous grin on his face.
"Harry" his grandfather called. "See that shelf over there," he pointed to a shelf behind Harry, "the one with the line of wands? Go to the shelf and hold your hand over each wand." Harry complied and walked to the shelf, following his grandfather's instructions, he placed his hand over each wand. After placing his hand over the first fifteen wands with no reaction, he placed his hand over the next wand and it shot into his hand.
"AH, Redwood and Griffon crest feather, twelve inches, a very powerful wand, Harry. I believe the feather comes from Godric's animagus form, very good indeed." Harry smiled as his grandfather explained.
Holding the wand, it seemed to fit perfectly in his hand as though it had always belonged to him. This is his wand now, his first wand.
Harry started to wave the wand around, "No, Harry you mustn't do that. You could unintentionally injure yourself or someone around you." Mr. Crandall stated excitedly jumping up from his place in the chair.
Mr. Crandall walked to Harry, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry was quite startled by Mr. Crandall's exclamation and showed on his face.
"Harry I do apologize for reprimanding you so, but please promise me you will not attempt any magic until you have been properly instructed," requested Mr. Crandall.
"I…I promise Mr. Crandall" replied Harry shyly. Harry looked into the eyes of the solicitor and did not find the anger he expected to find.
He found guilt instead, "Harry, I have no excuse to yell at you so, especially after all the unfortunate events that have taken place in your young life. Again Harry my apologies."
Harry simply replied, "Accepted Mr. Crandall."
"Harry" his grandfather called to him. "Are you ok son?" Harry looked over at the portraits and nodded his head.
"Ok Harry if you're sure, we have a couple more things to talk about before you leave today." His grandfather beckoned Harry over.
After Harry composed himself and returned to his seat, Harold continued. "First, Harry, the family ring has a few family spells cast on it. No one can see it on your finger unless you allow it. It will protect you against most minor curses, jinx, and hexes. Lastly, it is what is known as a family portkey, it will take you to Potter Manor, to this vault or back to where you portkeyed from." With a look of confusion Harry asked, "What is a portkey?"
"It is a mode of transportation in the wizarding world. To use it just say Potter manor, vault, or return then say activate. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I think" nodded Harry undecidedly.
"There is a trunk over there; it was left to you by your father. This is a very special trunk, Harry. These types of trunks are designed and hand-made by a family that is as old as ours. They have been allies of the Potter family for generations. When you open it you will see seven separate compartments. You will notice there are two normal size compartments and the rest are various sizes; a kitchen, living room, bedroom, bath and a library. What makes these trunks so unique is you can shrink them to fit in your pocket and they are as light as a feather."
Harry stood inspecting the wondrousness of the trunk. Harold continued to instruct and direct Harry on how to use the trunk. He explained he would need to furnish it to his liking later. Harry impatient to start placed his stack of selected books in one of the two normal size compartments. Harry would explore the rest of the trunk later.
"Wow granddad this is amazing. Thank you."
"You must thank your father, Harry. Now that Mr. Crandall is present we can discuss the two other vaults that Harry has gained access to. I was thinking; there is a simple solution to identify the vaults. At first I thought of the possibility it could be your mum's family but she was muggle born, muggles do not hold accounts at Gringotts." Harold stated.
"Harold, I can arrange for a Prosapia Nemus ritual, it would take a couple days but Ragnok can see to it." offered Mr. Crandall
"What does this ritual do, Mr. Crandall?" asked Harry.
"It is a family tree ritual, Harry. It will produce a written family tree; it lists your ancestry as well as their powers. The ritual is most commonly used by wealthy pureblood families to aid in arranging marriages. It ensures the line will continue to be pure and they do not have any common relatives. Some wealthier muggle born witches and wizards will use it to determine if there is any other magic in their ancestry besides themselves. This ritual will help us determine your relationship to the former vault owners and how they came to be in your possession" explained Mr. Crandall.
Harold and Harry both consented to have the ritual performed. They spent the next hour sharing their previous chats with Mr. Crandall and finalizing the plans for the performance of the ritual.
Mr. Crandall and Harry took their leave; returning to Ragnok's office. Harry enjoyed the return ride just as much as the ride down. Mr. Crandall informed Ragnok of Harry's decision to have the Prosapia Nemus ritual performed. Before exiting Ragnok's office Harry placed his hat back on his head covering his infamous scar.
It was midafternoon when they re-entered Diagon Alley. Harry was stilled awed by the wonders of the alley. Harry felt a special connection to the people walking up and down the alley; they carried magic with them just as he does. Mr. Crandall led Harry to a small area down the alley from the bank; a lone wizard stood directing the appearing and disappearing foot traffic.
"It's called Apparition, Harry. It is a mode of transportation here in the wizarding world," explained Mr. Crandall.
"Muggles write stories about a thing called teleportation; it takes you from one place to the other without having to walk or drive." Harry stated.
"Yes, Harry it is somewhat like that," replied Mr. Crandall. "I am going to side-long apperate us to your guardians' house. Just hold onto my arm, don't let go." Harry grabbed Mr. Crandall's arm and nodded he was ready.
Harry realized when they arrived in an alley way just down from number four Privet Drive that he had experienced the same sensation of being squeezed through a pipe before. It was the day he appeared on the school roof. Harry recounted the story to Mr. Crandall as they exited the alley.
"I imagine it must have been accidental magic, Harry; it is rare but does occur. It is something you should not attempt again. Apparition is monitored by the ministry and you are not of age nor have a license to do so. We do not want the unneeded attention, understand?" Harry reassured Mr. Crandall it would not happen again.
Just before they stepped out into the street; Mr. Crandall pulled his wand out and motioned at his robes, suddenly he was standing in a muggle suit and tie. As they neared the Dursley's home a man stepped out in front of them. Mr. Crandall greeted the man kindly.
The stranger replied in a low voice, "Mr. Crandall there has been no activity in or around the residence. I have detected several Wards surrounding the house. There is a variety; Anti-Apparition, anti-portkey, two monitoring wards and one ward I do not recognize. There is a blood ward as well, a very powerful one. I have not encountered any other wizards in the area although there is a squib living on the other side of the road; five houses down."
Harry interrupted the man, "That is Mrs. Figg's house. She is a nice lady, though she has entirely too many cats."
The man continued ignoring Harry, "The squib keeps close watch over the Dursley home. She has walked past the house several times today. I suggest you use the back to gain entrance. I would warn you not to use your wand; it will activate the monitoring ward. That concludes my report, sir."
"Thank you Mr. Kelly, you may return to Ragnok for further assignment." Mr. Kelly walked passed them up the street away from where Harry and Mr. Crandall stood.
Mr. Crandall turned to Harry, "We will have little time once in the house, Harry." Harry led Mr. Crandall around to the back door of the house; using his uncle's keys he unlocked the door. They entered the kitchen; Mr. Crandall noticed that the kitchen was ridiculously clean. The two made there way to the cupboard under the stairs; opening the door Mr. Crandall spotted a portly boy who almost filled the whole cupboard. Mr. Crandall reached out and touched Dudley's face and examined him very closely.
"Your guardians are not dead, Harry. It appears you have petrified them; it is like turning them to stone. Fortunate for us it can be reversed." Mr. Crandall searched his pocket and pulled out a small trunk the size appropriate for a doll house. He sat it on the floor and touched the latch with his forefinger; the trunk began to grow in size. Once it was the size of a large trunk; Mr. Crandall returned his attention to Harry, "This is much like the trunk you received from your father, but contains only two compartments. Can you help me place Dudley in first?"
Mr. Crandall stepped towards Dudley preparing to lift the large weight, "I can do it," informed Harry as he flicked his fingers towards Dudley; the body began to float just above the floor. He directed Dudley's body out of the cupboard into the trunk. Harry had not mentioned in any previous conversations that he had this ability.
Mr. Crandall's reaction was utter surprise, "That is wandless magic, Harry. Where did you learn to do that?"
"I have always been able to make things move, even when I was a baby." Again Mr. Crandall was shocked and it took him a moment to recover.
"Harry could you get your Aunt and Uncle from upstairs? I don't think we should stay here too long. I don't know what those other wards do; someone could already be on their way here." Harry ran up the stairs and a few moments later came back floating both his guardians in front of him. He lowered them into the trunk. Mr. Crandall closed the lid, and touching the latch again, it shrunk back to its original size; he then placed it back in his pocket.
"Ok Harry we must make with haste; get the papers and things you said you found along with the mail."
Harry ran to the front door, grabbed the recently delivered mail. He then went back into the kitchen; grabbing the box with his mother's letters, he also grabbed Uncle Vernon's briefcase. Harry and Mr. Crandall walked back out the kitchen door to the garden; they made their way around the house to the front and started down the street.
Reaching the alley they turned to check that their exit was not seen; Harry heard a 'pop' come from the direction of the Dursley's house. There standing in front of his uncle's house was Professor Dumbledore. Mr. Crandall grabbed Harry and pulled him into the alley while pulling a small chain from his pocket. "Grab hold of this Harry." Harry touched the chain and felt a pull behind his navel. He was spinning around and around, he closed his eyes to keep from getting sick before crashing to the ground.
When Harry opened his eyes he was in a small room with Mr. Crandall that was empty except a lone door. Mr. Crandall leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "We have to wait here, Gringotts security will be by in a minute to fetch us."
"What was that Mr. Crandall, it almost made me sick from the spinning?" Harry was still sitting on the floor looking a little green.
"That Harry was a portkey, don't worry they are not all that bad. This" Mr. Crandall held up the chain, "is an emergency portkey. Since it had to go through the Gringotts wards it was a lot rougher than normal. I didn't want to apperate with Dumbledore so close. Having to side-along it would have made too much noise. This portkey is silent and untraceable." Mr. Crandall explained. "Now what really surprised me was that Albus Dumbledore showed up and not the Aurors. Those must be his wards." Mr. Crandall had a concentrated look on his face. Harry could tell he was a bit perplexed by Dumbledore's presence.
"Harry I don't know what Dumbledore is playing at, but I think you need to be somewhere that he can not find you. And I am going to have to pull a few more strings at the ministry to get some answers and get your godfather out as soon as possible." Mr. Crandall said still concentrating. After a few more minutes of silence the door opened and two goblins walked in to the room both with swords drawn.
"State your name." The goblin demanded. "Scott Crandall." "Harry Potter." Both said compliantly. The guards lowered their swords. "Follow us," instructed the guards. The two followed the guards who led them directly to Ragnok's office.
Ragnok looked up when the two entered. Mr. Crandall pulled the tiny trunk from his pocket and placed it on Ragnok's desk then sat down. "Petrified, I don't know how, I couldn't use my wand in the house. It was warded for wand use. Also there was an unidentified monitoring ward on the house. We got out not one minute before Albus Dumbledore himself showed up. I had to emergency Portkey us both away."
Ragnok regarded the small matchbox size trunk with a feral grin on his face while listening to Mr. Crandall. Harry sat down in the other chair. After Mr. Crandall finished Ragnok looked to Harry.
"Are you sure you don't want us to deal with the Dursleys our way Mr. Potter." Ragnok was almost snarling.
"As much as I would like them to suffer the same way I did at their hands, I do not wish it. I think what we previously discussed will be fine."
"Very well Mr. Potter, as you wish. You have my respect, it is not often or easily earned but you have. The Dursleys will be dealt with per your instructions. I believe you now need a place to stay. Potter manor would be the best place. It is unplottable and heavily warded. I believe all you need do is say Potter manor and activate." Harry looked surprised that Ragnok knew about the rings abilities.
"I know everything about the Potters. It is my job as their account manager." Harry nodded to Ragnok then stood up. He held out his hand to Ragnok to shake. Ragnok took his hand then bowed his head slightly to Harry.
"Thank you Ragnok, I will be in touch. May your vault overflow with gold" Granddad had told Harry that line as a show of respect to the goblins. Ragnok got what Harry could only describe as a smirk on his face. Turning to Mr. Crandall, Harry added. "I will meet you at my vault each day at four, until I can find another way of communication." Harry held out his hand again.
Mr. Crandall took it. "Have a good night Harry." Harry stepped back "Potter Manor, activate"