Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Warnings: Violence , and Mature Themes.

Chapter 9

Harry's head was spinning with all the information that Perenelle had tried to tell Harry about interacting with Goblins. He never knew there were so many things that could be interpreted from just a smile.

Walking down the streets of Diagon Alley, he was immensely thankful for the hooded cloaks that concealed his face. He didn't want to be mobbed after all. Perenelle had said that she also had some work at the bank, that would require his presence for it, and had suggested to get done it together with Harry's business at the bank today itself. Perenelle had suggested that Hermione stay behind and occupy herself at the library, she told them that it would be better if Harry was the only one that showed up at the bank today. Hermione had appeared torn between the idea of spending some quality time in the newly discovered Library, and her desire to help Harry at the bank, but had relented after Harry told her that he could handle it himself.

Walking up the marble steps to the entrance of the bank, Harry brought his hands to the hood of his cloak and lowered it; Perenelle had said that Goblins didn't react to disguises that well and he would be better off without one. Perenelle walked away going down a different corridor and told him that she would find him after she had completed her work.

Fingering the letter held in his hands, he waited in line for his turn to come. Waiting patiently, Harry observed that people that were ahead of him in the line, and was thankful for the guidance that he had received earlier in the day.

As his turn came up, he stood confidently and said in a strong voice, "I would like to request an audience with Senior Accountant Bloodroot please." Harry said.

The Goblin stared down at him, a sneer plastered on his face.

"Name?" he grunted.

"Harry James Potter." Harry replied confidently. The Goblin directed a fierce look at him as soon as he had given him his name.

Harry barely flinched at the look he was receiving, and calmly looked at the Goblin straight in the eyes. Harry held his amusement in check as he saw the Goblin scowl before he punched a button on his desk (Harry assumed) and said, "A Goblin will escort you shortly, wait in the waiting lounge."

Still looking at the Goblin directly in the eye, Harry said, "Thank you for your time." And promptly went towards the waiting lounge.

He had barely sat down on the couch as a Goblin appeared and motioned for him to follow him. Harry had to practically jog to keep up with the Goblin as he was led down various hallways. 'For creatures having such short legs, they move surprisingly fast.' Harry thought.

The Goblin escorted him to a set of red coloured doors that had intricate carvings on it. He motioned for Harry to enter, and waited for him to make a move. Shrugging, Harry opened the door, and stepped into Bloodroot's office.

"Mr Potter, I've been expecting you, please have a seat." The Goblin was more refined than the others at the bank, and was wearing copious amounts of gold ornaments on his person. He had spare amounts of white hair that was trimmed to perfection, and unlike normal Goblins, didn't have hair growing out of his ears.

"Thank You." Harry said, as he took a seat. "I assume you have received a letter from Lord Black?"

"You would be correct in your assumption Mr. Potter. I presume you want to go through with it?" Bloodroot asked, his eyes gleaming.

Harry hesitated. But steeled his resolve, and said confidently, "Yes." He couldn't afford to back down now.

Bloodroot stood up, and motioned for Harry to do the same. Harry got up and followed Bloodroot through a door that was behind his desk.

"I have made all the arrangements for your emancipation, when you walk out of this bank you will be an adult in the eyes of the Wizarding world." Bloodroot said.

Harry nodded. "I would also like to have my parent's will read. I would appreciate it if you could inform the concerned authorities."

Bloodroot didn't react to the statement, but as they entered yet another office he said, "It will be done."

The office that they had entered didn't have adequate lighting, and he felt a tingle go down his spine as he entered the threshold. Harry was feeling distinctly uncomfortable without his wand, and he clenched his fists tightly to ebb his nervousness. At the centre of the office, was a desk and a single chair lighted by a single desk lamp. As he approached the table, Harry spotted several documents spread out neatly on it.

Harry sat down on the desk and read the documents. He was unable to understand many of the official terms but summarizing the documents in his mind, he realized that it was basically granting him an adult status in the Wizarding world.

There were three documents in total, and six places for him to sign.

"Everything seems to be in order Bloodroot." Harry said as he put the final document down.

Bloodroot inclined his head slightly, and dug out a unique quill with an unusually sharp tip from his clothes.

"This is a Blood-Quill Mr. Potter. You need to sign these documents in your blood. It will sting a bit, but make sure that your hand doesn't falter."

Harry nodded and held out his hand, palm upwards. Bloodroot's smile was positively terrifying.

Harry grabbed the quill firmly and signed his name. Blood red ink seemed to soak into the parchment and was accompanied by a stinging pain in the back of his hand. Harry hardly noticed it. Signing at the remaining five spaces, Harry put down the quill and looked at his hand. He was fascinated as he watched the wound, shaped in the same way as his name fade into the skin, leaving unblemished skin in its wake.

"Congratulations Lord Potter. You are now emancipated; if you would follow me I will lead you to the Potter accounts manager." Bloodroot said with a deep bow.

Harry followed him, and was met with the sight of a familiar Goblin. If he remembered correctly, he was the same Goblin that had escorted him to his Vault the first time he had visited his Vault, back in first year.

"Griphook?" Harry questioned.

"Yes Lord Potter."

"Pardon my rudeness, but what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I'm the Potter account manager my Lord." Griphook said, and motioned for him to take a seat.

"Thank you for your help Bloodroot, I'm sure you have pressing matters that need attending to." Griphook said with a dismissive wave of his hands. Bloodroot bowed once and left the chambers. Harry raised an inquisitive eyebrow towards Griphook.

"Think nothing of it My Lord. It is simply standard procedure." Griphook stated.

Harry wasn't convinced that it was 'standard procedure' but put the thought out of his mind. He noticed that Griphook's office was more welcoming that the office of Bloodroot and he wasn't dressed as glarishly as Bloodroot was.

"First off, congratulations. I have been eagerly awaiting for you to claim your Lordship. I was handling the Potter's accounts for your parents and your grandparents. My family has been serving the Potter line for a long time." Griphook said.

Harry was surprised by the information, but kept his cool. It would not serve him well if he was surprised by anything. He was Lord Potter now and had to act as such.

"Thank you. I would like to read my parent's will now Griphook." Harry said.

"Your parents never had a written will My Lord. They had however left specific instructions regarding your inheritance." Griphook said.

Harry frowned at this. He had really been looking forward to reading his parent's words.

"What are these instructions exactly?" Harry asked.

"It all boils down to the fact that you are the sole heir of the Potter fortune. Apart from that, they had had left specific instruction that you were not to be a part of any contracts or any other entanglements without your consent. As a result, you wouldn't be a part of any Arranged Marriages." Griphook said.

Harry was silently thanking his parents for their foresight.

"Could you show me my portfolio? It would help me decide my next order of business." Harry said.

Griphook nodded silently and handed him a leather bound folder.

"Your parents had liquidated all their shares and holdings during the last war. A brilliant move if I say so myself. So all that that Potter Vault holds right now is your Liquid assets and a majority of the personal belongings of Potter Manor." Griphook said.

Harry's head snapped up at this new information. "So everything wasn't destroyed?" Harry asked breathily.

"No, My Lord. The Potters have always been a warrior family and as such have made many enemies throughout their legacy. They had an agreement with Gringotts that allowed them to transport their important belongings to a special Vault meant for that purpose." Griphook said.

Harry nodded and looked at the forgotten Portfolio in front of him.

Potter Family Vault

Liquid assets:-

2,103,900,000 Galleons

13,967,900 Sickles

239,567 Knuts

Shares and Holdings:-

NIL

Others:-

Assorted Personal Items

Trust Fund for Harry James Potter

Harry was dumbfounded by the amount of money that was his now. He had known that his parents were wealthy, but this was ridiculous. He took a moment to compose himself, and then looking at Griphook said, "Griphook, I would like you to tell me how much would it cost to restore Potter Manor to its former glory? I intend to make a few changes in the layout though."

Griphook was pensive for a moment before he said, "My Lord, I cannot give you an estimate, but I assure you that you will not be having any shortage of funds if that is what you are worried about. May I suggest that you visit your Vault and in the meantime I will get a hold of the best construction workers that the Wizarding World has to offer."

Harry nodded eagerly. It wasn't the gold that he was eager to see, it was the thought of owning things that belonged to his family that made them priceless in his mind.

"If you would follow me, My Lord." Griphook said as he led Harry through many of the bank's complex hallways before he was standing in front of the infamous Gringotts carts. Harry grinned inwardly and got in the cart, he had enjoyed his last cart ride immensely.

The ride was considerably longer than his previous one and as they descended deeper into the labyrinth beneath Gringotts, Harry noticed that the walls were lined with marble, instead of the upper levels that were lined with stone; and was quite classy in his opinion.

"Potter Family Vault." Griphook announced as the cart slowed down to a stop. Harry stepped out of the cart behind Griphook and was awed by the sight before him. The vault door was a circular door of what appeared to be pure gold and in the centre of it was the Potter Family crest. A silver shield, with two swords criss-crossing behind the shield, its blade and hilt protruding outwards from the bottom and top respectively. At the centre of the shield was a Yin-Yang symbol with a black Phoenix ascending upwards along the white part of the symbol and a white Basilisk along the black portion of the symbol. The crest was not fully visible as the vault doors were covered in a thick layer of dust. Harry was surprised at seeing this, he had figured that the Goblins would have made sure that the Vault would be properly maintained.

Harry walked slowly towards the vault door, his eyes fixed unwaveringly at his family's crest. As Harry approached closer to the crest, he could make out faint markings written all along the circumference of the circle. He recognized them as Runes, again berating himself for not learning them. He stood in front of the door and then turned around and looked at Griphook, an expectant expression on his face.

"Place your hand on the vault door My Lord." Griphook said helpfully.

Harry shrugged and placed his hand on the door, more specifically on the crest. As soon as his hand made contact with the crest, a gong-like sound permeated the space and the Door seemed to lose its filthy appearance and regained its former lustrous appearance. There was a sudden hiss of released air and the Vault door slid sideways into the wall. Harry was surprised to see a fairly furnished room, decorated with a couple of portraits and a single couch at the far wall. In the centre of the room was a table with a single chair that was almost throne-like in its appearance.

Walking into the vault, Harry noticed that there was another door that apparently led nowhere. Harry again turned expectant eyes towards Griphook.

Griphook, still standing outside the vault door began his explanation.

"This room is where you can conduct all your withdrawals. All the money belonging to you, My Lord, is stored separately in an underground chamber with no access to the outside. You must simply sit on the throne and write out the amount of money you wish to withdraw. The door inside the room leads to a cavern that has all the other Potter Family heirlooms and the recovered items from Potter Manor."

Harry thanked the goblin for his help and asked if he could be left alone for some time. Griphook acquiesced and told him that he will be returning to the top levels of the bank to contact various Construction Contractors, and that he would be sending another Goblin down here immediately. Harry thanked him and the Vault door closed on its own accord.

Harry walked to the door and opened it quietly . . .

(End Chapter)

A/N:- I'm really sorry for the shortness of this chapter . . . but I had a lot of difficulty writing this out. Next Chapter will be out much quicker than this.

I need some ideas on how much you want Harry to use the Dark Arts (He's a Vampire after all. . . ), and Hermione for that matter. . . . but I will definitely not be making them evil, and your thoughts about the amount of smut in the fic. ( But It Definitely Won't Be A Smut Fic.)

And I had another Idea of introducing some Elves (Not House-Elves) that may bond to a Witch/Wizard, and help in the upkeep of the house of their chosen Master. Harry could feed off them when he gets low on Blood ( Only the Female Elves of course). But Hermione( And eventually Daphne and Tonks) will be feeding exclusively from Harry. I would appreciate it if you could tell me your thoughts via a Review . . . .