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Chapter 5. Ripclaw and the strange encounter.
Ripclaw thought that this night would be as forgettable as the rest of the evenings ever since the death of James and Lily Potter. but that was nothing compared to what happened that fateful night when two travelers returned.
It started in the early morning hours of the 22nd of March 1986. There he was finally resting after another frustrating day of not knowing where the heir of Potter was when a scared goblin came and almost broke his door with his incessant knocking.
After taking his family ax from the armory, he answered the door. The goblin was a youth, a stupid upstart that had made a bad impression on the Leader of the Nation, and not because he lacked ambition, but because he seemed improperly greedy with a dark family.
"Griphook, what do you want?" Asked Ripclaw.
"A house-elf and a Veela child are here, asking for the administrator of the Potter accounts." Answered the goblin night teller.
Ripclaw scratched an ear and then turned to Reine, his wife, Reine said with a curved eyebrow on her face. "Go see what is that all about, I'm sure there is a story behind it," she winked at him. Ripclaw wanted to growl at his wife for enticing him. Still, he kept his council and turned to Griphook and said, "Very well,"
In the servant's office, he became mute and scared, something that rarely happened as he witnessed how the elf and the Veela shapeshifted to children, very powerful children. The boy introduced himself. "My name is Harry James Potter, and you are?"
"I'm Ripclaw the administrator of the Potter accounts, and who is the young witch next to you?"
Hermione nodded at the question and she replied to the question herself. "Good to meet you Mr. Ripclaw, my name is Hermione Jean Granger, how do you do?"
"I'm baffled at the magic you just performed, you scared the bank teller Griphook, and you took years from my life Miss Granger and Mr. Potter. I've never thought you would be so gifted, but I must say I am more astounded at your magical core Miss Granger. It's quite brilliant."
"Her mind is more impressive, her magic is only one of many gifts. Now, Mr. Ripclaw as you can tell, we are a bit more complicated than your average magicals. Before we begin, I want to know, do you report to Albus too many names Dumbledore?" asked Harry.
"No, as a matter of fact he is banned from Gringotts, unless you don't make an appearance on your tenth birthday. It was one of the arrangements of your parent's last will and testament. Now then, let's go through the vellum and the blood verification process and from there on we can continue," said Ripclaw.
Both Harry and Hermione nodded. Once the bureaucratic process of identification by the Goblins was complete, Hermione looked at Ripclaw and said quite seriously.
"Okay, we have a couple of things to take care of. One, we need Harry to know the contents of his parents will. We need to put a prophecy to rest. We need to gather information on how to break or topple a corrupt magical government. We need to hang Albus Dumbledore by his beard. We also need to give a voice to the magical sentient beings and bring magical England out of the dark ages. But, most importantly we need you to keep our secrets, can you do that Mr. Ripclaw?"
Ripclaw felt the blood in his body return to its normal flow. These children were not children but time travelers, time travelers on a mission to correct the damage. He blinked in complicity and replied, "I can,"
"Good, I would like to see the will first," said Harry. "You can read it at a later time, to the rest of the interested parties. I already know I'm the heir and I have an idea of the contents. But I want to see if there is more information in regards to my status as a magical orphan child. Can you help me Mr. Ripclaw?"
Ripclaw blinked, in a regular reading, he would say no, but, this was not a regular situation, so he smiled, this kid was extraordinary. But then he knew nothing about this exchange was typical, so he summoned the parchment and handed the will to them.
Harry and Hermione joined their heads as the two did a fast read, the two did a silent conversation and smiled. Well, Ripclaw had a hard time hiding his feeling of dread from those sweet faces smiling so viciously over a document.
In retrospect, the Potter fortune was not as big as the Black, Malfoy, or Lestrange fortunes. But Harry was able to take enough money to purchase a couple of inconsequential things for mundanes, but not for themselves, two magical kids.
Harry turned around and inquired, "Administrator Ripclaw, is it possible to have a copy of this document?"
Ripclaw nodded, and he then aided Harry in creating a master vault Key. Harry then instructed the goblin to have his very decent fortune transferred to a different vault, and leave a 30 sickles in his Main Vault. He added that the orders in the will, and all the beneficiaries remained frozen except for himself. And, if Albus Dumbledore, the phony grandfather, stepped in and tried to get into his Main Vault, he then became the recipient of the wrath of the Goblins regarding thieves.
Hermione added, "Harry, you could also respect the deadline of your tenth birthday, that way, nobody knows you are lost and unbound, that is until the 31st of July 1990,"
"I can, yes, I gather, my parents were more suspicious of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix in their last days," reasoned Harry.
"I don't blame them. Now, my parents need protection from the ministry and bigots," said Hermione.
"I need to make the Dursleys pay," added Harry.
"Yeah, I need to kick the crap out of Brenda Smith," said Hermione.
"Agreed, we do need to make a list of those that deserve priority," added Harry.
"You're right, we need a list," said Hermione.
"Have I told you how good it is to see you so willing to gut and take vengeance on our enemies?" Asked Harry.
Hermione blushed prettily and replied, "Not vengeance Harry, justice."
"Of course," agreed Harry.
Ripclaw felt the sparks of magic around, like chaos ready for release, and shook his head trying not to snicker. "Could you keep in touch with me? I gather you and I will share many interesting stories."
"Of course, now, do you mind if I go check some of the things in storage inside my vault?" Asked Harry.
"No, of course not, let's go," said Ripclaw.
Later.
Harry apparated to 4 Privet Drive as an elf. He noticed the blood wards and how they got fried earlier. He theorized they probably were destroyed at the moment of his and Hermione's souls' arrival back in time.
He got inside and noticed how the family slept so easily, even knowing that he, a little boy, was lost to them. Oh well, they all deserved a special piece in Hell. Marge was sleeping in the spare bedroom, Ripper was on her feet. Not a sound out of place, just as though he had never existed.
He snapped his fingers and all the occupants of Number 4 Privet Drive became immobilized. Marge got turned into a female bulldog and on the same night due to her condition of being in heat, lost her virginity to Ripper. It seemed like soulmates finally meeting after a long wait. Harry decided to just lock them in the cupboard under the stairs and gave them privacy through their entire affair without disruptions.
Hermione transfigured Petunia into a potted Petunia bush, and Dudley into an earthworm that got placed inside the pot, but Vernon, Vernon remained in his typical shape and asleep.
Vernon woke up to the Freak's voice.
"Hey, Uncle Vernon, wake up! Inland Revenue Inspector Jones is at the door asking for you!"
Vernon felt like jumping up and sucker-punching the annoying boy, but when he opened his eyes, all he could move was his eyeballs.
The little freak was looking at him with unbridled glee. He began to sweat.
"Man, for so long, I wanted you to feel just a bit of the fright I have felt ever since I was stranded in this hell hole you call a home," said Harry.