AN: Chapter fifteen!
Last of the four. I should next update in two weeks, if all goes well.
This story is disclaimed.
His bank teller was an elderly goblin, glasses perched precariously on his nose. Strange how goblins seem odder than anthropomorphic talking animals…
"It is common procedure, Mr. Meyers, to test the ancestry of muggleborn students to see whether they are descended from a wizarding family," the teller stated. "Cut yourself with this knife and let your blood fall on this parchment. The names of any kin whose assets are in Gringotts will then appear."
He handed Fakir a small, very sharp knife, and a cream-colored parchment titled: "Ancestry."
Glancing hesitantly at the professor behind him, then at the duck in his satchel, Fakir clenched the knife and pricked his finger. The things I do for you…
A drop of blood hit the parchment, spread across it in thin spidery lines, and sank in. Letters began to appear, scrawled in red ink – blood, Fakir supposed – till finally, was the name: Drosselmeyer.
AN: If you want an explanation for the currency and money issues, please PM me.
See you next update! Same duck-time, same duck-channel!