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A/N: This story is being written as a response to a challenge posted by The Last of the Pendragons. A reminder to all dedicated fan fiction readers, I am in need of a beta so if you would like to take on this arduous task then please private message me.

Enjoy!

-Prie

Chapter 4 –

It took a good while before the goblins Harry wanted to see arrived. It wasn't that they were slow; no it was the argument behind the door leading to the room Harry and Tonks currently occupied. Griphook and his father, Ragnarock, were discussing what to do with the Potter accounts being held. There was no way that Harry knew who Ragnarock was, it was inconceivable to think that, he hadn't met with anyone in the Potter line since Charlus had given him a certain goblin artifact held within his vault for services to the Potter family. How the mighty had fallen, while Ragnarock knew the Potter family kept to tradition and married within the pureblood circles, James' marriage to the muggle-born Lily Evans caused quite a stir in the older crowd. How funny it was hearing aging purebloods gossip about how James had destroyed the Potter line by mingling with the 'dirty', only Ragnarock knew from his uncle's dealings with the Evans family in Italy that James had kept to tradition and just looked outside of England. Charlus delivering the marriage contract had cemented what Ragnarock had felt towards his old friend. Compassion for those who were less fortunate and retribution for those who dared harm the weak.

Griphook continued in his line of arguments that this would be a downgrade from his current lowly position. He had personally seen the Potter vault when young Harry ventured into the depths of Gringotts some four years previous. While certainly a healthy amount for any half-blood, his job as a senior teller gave him more power and in the Goblin nation power determined respect and ability to marry.

"Griphook, quiet, you know nothing of our society if you know nothing of the Potter Clan."

"Father, forgive my ignorance, but how can you even consider such a prospect of managing the Potter vault. It might have a hundred thousand galleons, nothing compared to the prestige of being bank manager."

"Griphook, my son, when this day is done you will never believe the power this human has given you. I have not managed an account in nigh fifty years, back when you were but a newborn before I was made manager before the first anniversary of your birth. It was I who managed the Potter's account, I who made them fifty thousand galleons in a single year, I who was given the Tiara of the Empress. For whatever reason this nation believes when we give something to the human race they are in attempt only borrowing could not be more wrong. The Diamond Empress gave Arturius that tiara for helping design our death ward, you know the one upon the main entry way."

Ragnarock sighed in exasperation as he knew his son's world would change in the next few minutes. His family, guardians of lines of the kings for the past nine hundred years and today his son knew nothing of the power they held. It is his duty to his nation to protect those lines. Many had died out over the year or had lost the ability to rule through birth of only females. Now with only the Black and Potter lines remaining, a single marriage ties the Celtic and Romantic magics.

"Father, I refuse, I'm sorry but I have worked to long and hard to be shoved aside to cover for a child I served on my first day as a teller. No father, I'm sorry."

Griphook turned to begin his walk down the long hallway back up to the bank lobby. His father had been in charge of this bank for years and never had helped him. He worked for the last fifteen years to get where he was and to think that his father never lifted a finger to give him a head start. No, Harry Potter, no matter how powerful in the Wizarding world, would never control him.

"Griphook you WILL remember your station son!" yelled Ragnarock down the hallway. "Get back here, You and only You will serve the Potter Clan as their accountant. That Griphook or you my son may find another job."

"Then good-bye father."

Griphook never looked back. A life, full of luxury awaited him behind the door his father stood at but he would never know.

Ragnarock turned around and gave a discontented sigh. Why couldn't his son just trust him? Was it really that hard to know Ragnarock only wanted what was best for him? With a heavy heart Ragnarock contained his emotions and with a stone like face he entered the conference room. At the far end Harry Potter stood with an arm lazily hanging off the back of a chair and a young woman sitting next to him. He didn't know how to approach the woman; hopefully Mr. Potter would follow proper etiquette.

"Mr. Potter."

"Duke."

"I'm dreadfully sorry Duke Potter, I wasn't aware you had assumed your title. Please accept my deepest apologizes."

"You could not have known. To my right is Auror Tonks, Lord Black's second cousin through his Aunt's daughter and you already know my name, but I seem to have missed yours."

"Ragnarock your Grace, just lowly Ragnarock of the Goblin Nation here to help rectify a problem you have encountered."

"Well Chieftain Ragnarock, my accounts do have a problem and it must be rectified immediately. Your blood was charged in keeping our records accurate and supplementing my blood with current updates. Your blood has not kept our records for near decade and a half. Please explain to this lowly human, how could such a travesty occur?"

Harry knew it; he had put Ragnarock in a place he didn't want to be. Ragnarock was the only male in his line left now that Griphook was gone. He had no clue where he was going to find a replacement for himself and to couple that problem with the all too reasonable demands for information coming from Duke Potter. Maybe he could talk with his son after he cooled down and could explain what was going on.

Then the whole issue with the Potter vaults was coming to head. He had charged his assistant some fifteen years ago with teaching his son how to run the high security vaults. Lights began to go off in the Chieftain's head as realization hit as to why his son walked out.

Harry watched the goblin in front of him carefully as Sirius had taught him. His eyes never wavered from the goblin's face as the goblin looked for any sign of weakness. Harry stood his ground before Ragnarock snapped his fingers and a piece of parchment appeared upon the old wooden table. Ragnarock slowly read its contents, his facial expression never changing.

"Your vaults were mistakenly placed in accounting protocol that requires the reactivation by said family in our error. I have already begun to rectify the issue and within the next half hour they should all have been cleared of the goblin curses. Is there anything I may do to repair your trust in my bank Your Grace?"

Harry sat still for a second, eyes never wavering, while he thought about what was said. He could let it pass, but that would be showing a sign of weakness and he couldn't afford to do such a thing here. Another option was move his funds elsewhere, but he feared breaking some unknown treaty between his family and the goblins.

"Chieftain Ragnarock, we shall just have to hope then that nothing is missing from the last accounting." There it was that easy. Harry had plainly stated that he was okay with everything as long as nothing was missing. That was perfectly acceptable. Nothing gone, no harm. "I however must leave to finish some school shopping. If you would please have my trust vault emptied into a Bottom-less Bag."

Ragnarock turned around and quickly wrote out a number on a piece of parchment and then gave it to a finely dressed Goblin Warrior who ran out of the meeting room only to return a few minutes later with a Bottom-less Bag which was full of his trust vault. While it was only a few thousand galleons and is nothing compared to the wealth he controlled with the Potter Estate alone, it was nearly double what Arthur Weasley made in a year.

"Thank you Ragnarock. I will be at the Ministry next Tuesday. I expect everything to be finished in regards to my vaults. I shall see you then."

Harry then stood, offered his arm to Tonks before tapping her chest with his wand and seeing the Black family crest appearing. He smiled at it knowing how happy Tonk's Mother would be upon seeing her old family robes again. Thus the two left Gringotts, heading directly towards Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"These things really happened. We changed the world, and then we fucked up the end game."

AN: Sorry for the long wait. I hope to have more up soon, but personal life seems to love getting in the way. Next time Order meeting and Shopping.