Summary: What if Harry Potter was actually schizophrenic?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Thank you all again!
"The voice"
"Normal speaking"
After the trip to his vault in which he learned what protections the bank uses (from standard vault all the way to the high security vaults) Harry was finally being led to the manager of his vaults, at least he thought.
It just so happened that the one that had 'the answers that you seek' was the bank manager. Or at least that's what it said on the door.
"We just need to make sure that you are who you say you are, Mr. Potter."
The goblin manager motioned for Harry to sit across from him. As Harry sat down he asked how that would be done. The goblin gave him a toothy grin, reached into his desk and pulled out what seemed to be a ceremonial dagger. The boy looked on with mild interest as the goblin continued to take a few more things out. A quill, parchment and a crystal that was as clear as sky all joined the dagger on his desk. Once done the goblin looked at Harry as if expecting something.
"It would seem that you're expected to know what to do. Going to have to disappoint the man."
Harry took a breath and, making sure that his tone was respectful, said
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no idea as to what is expected of me. I was raised by what wizards call 'muggles' so I do not know any of the obvious norms of society or rituals. If you would be willing to tell me as to what this does and how to do it, I would be glad to help."
Looking into the shell shocked goblin's face he hoped that he hadn't laid it on too thick. He looked on in interest as the goblin recovered rather quickly and started to laugh. As the laughter died down the goblin explained why he had been laughing.
"You're here telling me that you were raised by Muggles and the wizarding world thinks that you were raised by a pure-blooded family and being trained to be the best Auror in the world or some other crap like that! It gives me great pleasure to be the first to be trusted with this information. Let me guess, you don't want anyone else to know?"
"Spot on my man!"
Harry nodded his head and the goblin had a look of deep thought. For a few moments no one spoke until the goblin looked at Harry again and gave him a grin.
"Would it be alright if I contacted someone to give you a 'crash course', as the muggles say, of the wizarding world? We can't have Harry Potter acting like a little brat, now do we."
"I would very much like that sir."
"Of course, it will have to be done after our business is finished!" The goblin took on a look of importance and told the boy to listen very closely.
"Blood does not lie. In the wizarding world, you can take a potion that will can you into someone else. You can buy crystals that will change your voice. With a single spell, you can make someone bend to your very will. You could also be under a curse since you were born that has affected your magic somehow but the blood that flows through your veins cannot change. That is why we test your blood instead of anything else."
"Maybe you should ask if you can take notes." Harry ignored the voice and continued to listen to what the goblin was saying with great interest.
"Now, because you are such an important customer to Gringotts, we are willing to offer you a test that will test you for curses after we see if you are Harry Potter."
The boy looked quite interested but also knew that things like these were never free.
"How much is this going to cost me? And what about a test to make sure that I am not bent to someone elses will?"
The goblin gave the boy a smile "It would cost about 50 galleons to a regular customer that came in and asked for it but for you we are offering it for half price. And for the other… This is a closely guarded secret so you mustn't tell anyone. Only our most elite customers know of this but our silver entrance doors cancel that specific spell. Once you walk through our doors you are here of your own free will."
The goblin looked quite satisfied with himself.
"That would be a useful thing to have. I told you I liked them! Now ask him why he's telling you all this! There's always a catch."
The goblin smirked and this time he looked extremely dangerous once he heard the boy's question.
"Because if you are not Harry Potter you will be killed and all your gold will be taken."
"You sure you're Harry Potter?"
The voice sounded amused for some reason that the boy could not tell.
"What do I have to do?"
He stared in amazement and wonder as the quill, using his own blood, wrote down all pertinent information about him that the bank should know.
Harrison James Potter (11)
Father: James Charles Potter (Deceased)
Mother: Lily Victoria Potter (née Evans) (Deceased)
Heir to: Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin (by conquest)
Vaults: Main Potter Vault, Potter Trust Vault, Lily Evans Vault, Main Black Vault, Black Trust Vault, Gryffindor Vault, Slytherin Vault
Properties: Potter Mansion, 25 Godric's Hallow, Black Mansion, Black Tower, Gryffindor House, Slytherin Mansion, Number 12 Grimauld Place, Hogwarts (50%)
Once the quill dropped the boy looked at the goblin with wide eyes and asked with a small voice "Now what?"
The boy held the crystal in his right hand and looked on with great interest as it flashed every colour of the rainbow.
"And where it stops nobody knows! … That can't be good."
It was the understatement of the century. As the boy looked at the crystal who had suddenly stopped at a blood red colour he could see the goblins scared face in his peripheral vision. He couldn't help but feel a little scared himself.
It just so happened that he had a piece of soul from the man who had tried to kill him within his scar.
As the goblin healers explained to him how they would be taking the piece out, the boy couldn't help but think that he was forgetting something.
"I'll give you three hints: It's big, hairy and it breathes."