(AN: I don't own the Potterverse. All rights belong to Mrs Joanne K Rowling. I make no money from this, and I'm certainly not a Red-haired British author born July 31st 1965.)
"Speech"
"Foreign Language"
"Translation of a foreign Language"
'Thoughts'
Spells and Incantations
"Prophecy"
'Non-Verbal Magic'
§Parseltongue§
§Parselmagic§
Narrator
*Sound Effect*
Written words (Letters, Books, etc.)
Chapter 3: Who am I?
Harry POV
Wednesday, July 31st 1991 4:25 PM, Ragnok's Office, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, London, UK
"Mister Potter, it's good to see you, I'm glad you're better now." my account manager told me, he looked angry.
"Did I do something wrong, sir?" I was a little worried about what was wrong.
Ragnok took a deep breath "My apologies Mister Potter, it's not you I'm angry at. I'm angry at myself for not having checked your files earlier."
"What do you mean, sir?" I asked.
"When your parents passed away, although I was saddened, I saw an opportunity. I had wanted to learn foreign sword fighting techniques for a while. I thought seeing as no Potter was here, and capable of giving me orders I could depart. So shortly after Yule 1981 I handed the Potter accounts to my cousin's son, and left for Japan. It appears Dumbledore has been bribing him since before the end of January 1981. I only returned last night from Brazil, knowing you would be arriving soon to take control over your accounts."
"What did they take, what did they do?" I asked, I was getting angry.
Ragnok sighed. "They took 47 million Galleons, an invisibility cloak inherited from the Peverell family. As well as a pensieve, 79 books, and the Potter and Peverell family Grimoires. And mister Dumbledore also made a betrothal contract for you and Miss Ginevra Molly Weasley."
I blinked, then blinked again. "What?!"
"My apologies mister Potter." Ragnok sighed "I have had Shortclaw, my nephew arrested, and have declared that mister Dumbledore is to be arrested as soon as he enters Gringotts soil."
"What can be done to get my property back? And can the betrothal contract be cancelled?"
"The money taken can be traced rather easily. My nephew was quite silly, he kept notes on all the transactions in a safe in his home. G470.000 went to Shortclaw's vault. G100.000 were converted to GBP and transferred to a Barclays account in the name of one Vernon Dursley. There was also some money transferred into Molly Prewett's vault, supposedly as a part of the betrothal contract. There was also a planned transfer of G100 a day to mister Ronald Weasley's vault, to start on september 1st. The rest was put in an assortment of accounts and vaults, at Gringotts, with the Banca Internazionale de Ménise or BIM, Brussels Branch, and with a few muggle banks."
"What are you doing about it? And what about the contract, and the artefacts?" I questioned.
"We've repossessed all the gold, except for what was stored at the BIM. The contract can be ripped up by you whenever you desire. And for the artefacts I recommend you send the Potter House-elves after them."
"Why can I rip up the contract whenever I want?"
"You can rip up the contract, because the contract was illegal. Albus Dumbledore has no more right to sign a betrothal contract for you, than you do for him. The Potter family bylaws state that in the Potter family only the Lord Potter, the Lady Potter, or the of-age Heir Potter can create a betrothal contract for anyone but themselves. Thus the only people that have ever held the authority to make a betrothal contract for you were your Potter Grandparents and your Parents, and they never did."
Harry pondered this for a moment "My grandfather was still alive when I was born?"
Ragnok looked saddened "Your grandparents and great-grandmother were killed by Lord Voldemort on August 17th 1980 at the Dowager's Dwelling in Ponsongath where your great-grandmother was living."
"Why hasn't the gold at the BIM been repossessed?" I asked.
"It's because it's a different magical bank belonging to the Ménise family, and they're also our fiercest competitors in Europe. Though they're quite an honourable family. We've already sent a letter to the head of the Belgian branch."
"Ok. Is there some sort of test I can do to see what kind of special abilities I have? How about what titles I have?" I questioned.
He raised his eyebrows at me "You seem awfully well informed for someone who'd never seen a Goblin before this morning."
I blushed, "Hagrid told me you will provide any service for the right price, I thought it was worth a shot. He told me about someone he knew who could talk to animals."
He looked a little suspiciously at me then he grabbed two parchments and a knife "Prick your finger, three drops on the parchments."
I did, it said the following.
Bloodline Test
Harold James Potter b. July 31st 1980
Father: Lord James Charlus Potter b. March 27th 1960
Mother: Lady Lily Marie Potter (née Evans) b. January 30th 1960
Godfather (through Godparent ritual): Lord Sirius Orion Black b. November 3rd 1959
Godmother (through Godparent ritual): Lady Alice Mary Longbottom (née Fortescue) b. June 30th 1960
—
Lord of the Founding House of Gryffindor (Paternal)
Lord of the Founding House of Hufflepuff (Paternal)
Lord of the Founding House of Slytherin (Maternal)
Heir of the Founding House of Peverell (Paternal)
Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter (Paternal)
Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Black (Paternal, and as Godfather's Heir)
Lord of the Ancient House of Evans (Maternal)
My account manager read the parchment and fell off his chair. I stood up and ran over to him.
"Ragnok, are you alright?" He didn't so much as twitch.
I ran to the door and opened it. "Help!" I shouted.
The goblin sitting behind the desk ran into the room. "What happened?" He shouted.
"I don't know, he just fell off his chair." I said frantically.
The secretary looked at me in surprise "Congratulations, you managed to make a Goblin faint, quite the feat." Then he waved his hand and a jet of water shot out of it and into Ragnok's face.
I heard a groan then Ragnok stirred. He said something in the Goblin tongue, and his assistant answered, then he bowed and left.
"Are you alright Ragnok?" I questioned, concerned about my account manager.
He sat down again "I'll be fine, thank you." He sighed "Mister Potter, you're probably the richest and most powerful man in Britain. I've sent my assistant to collect your Lord and Heir rings."
"Could we now go over the results of my abilities test?"
Abilities Test
Harold James Potter b. July 31st 1980
Magical Abilities:
Beast speaker (recent partial block removed, block only allowed parseltongue)
Metamorphmagus (recent block removed)
Non-Magical gifts:
IQ: 134 (recent inhibitor removed)
Eidetic Memory (recent block removed)
"Well congratulations mister Potter, you're quite the wizard." Ragnok said.
"Say Ragnok, how come the Slytherin and Evans lines are maternal? I thought my mother was a muggleborn?" I asked.
"She was, however, a lot of muggleborns descend from squibs. We don't know what re-activates the magic, nor what causes the magic of those rare muggleborns with no known squib ancestors. In fact, although your mother didn't know it, your and your mother's green eyes come from the Slytherin Family Magic."
"Does that happen often? That families thought extinct are re-discovered?" I questioned, it was one of the few questions I didn't know the answer to yet.
"Sadly it doesn't happen often. One of the Goblin treaties stated that none of our kind are allowed to offer a lineage test unless specifically asked for by a client."
"Who's the genius who thought of that? That just causes money to lie around collecting metaphorical dust in vaults."
"I agree, mister Potter, none of us like it either."
"What's the Godparent Ritual?" I asked, although Aphrodite had already told me the answer I wasn't supposed to know.
"The Godparent Ritual is a ritual that involves an oath by the godparent to the parents and the child that they will do anything and everything in their power to protect the child, and they will never allow harm to come upon the godchild directly or indirectly."
"Oh, okay. Say, could I see my parent's wills? I just realised, that was the initial reason why I wanted to see you."
"Of course Harry." He said, then he opened a drawer and handed me a thick roll of parchment. "I had this collected whilst you were with the healers."
"Erm… How do I open this?"
The Goblin snickered at me before snapping his fingers.
September 28th 1981
The Last Will and Testament of Lord James Charlus Potter and Lady Lily Marie Potter (née Evans)
We, the rightful Lord and Lady Potter hereby declare we are of sound mind and body.
To Sirius Orion Black we leave G100.000 . We know you don't really need it, so please, have some fun.
To Remus John Lupin we leave G200.000 Hahahaha we're dead, you can't give it back. We also leave you the cabin outside Hastings. We left you a surprise in the basement.
To Peter Patrick Pettigrew if we died of natural causes we leave you G100.000. If we're killed by Lord Voldemort we're leaving you K2. Peter Patrick Pettigrew was our real secret keeper, we spread the word Sirius was the secret keeper but that wasn't true. Professor Dumbledore can testify to this, he cast the Fidelius charm.
To Franklin and Alice Longbottom we leave G100.000 . We know you don't really need it, so use it to spoil Neville for us.
To Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood we leave G100.000 . We know you don't really need it, so use it to spoil Luna for us.
To Amelia Bones we leave G100.000 . We know you don't really need it, so use it to spoil Susan for us. We're sorry for your loss of Edgar and Julia, and we hope that, should we die, Harry and Susan still get to grow up like siblings or cousins.
We leave all other worldly possessions to our son and Heir Harold "Harry" James Potter. We also declare that until our son turns eleven his guardian should get a monthly stipend of G300 from the Potter family vault. The Potter seat in the Wizengamot is to be held by Harold's guardian, until his eleventh birthday. His Royal Highness Account Manager Ragnok VIII will have full authority to manage the Potter accounts, should he be unable to continue said duty we ask that he pass the accounts over to someone he trusts. Once Harold turns eleven he is to be emancipated and declared Lord Potter.
Until Harold's eleventh birthday guardianship should go to the following.
Lord Franklin and Lady Alice Longbottom (Godmother through Godparent ritual)
Heir Sirius Orion Black (Godfather through Godparent ritual)
Regent Amelia Susan Bones (Close family friend)
Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood (Close family friends)
Lord Cyrus and Lady Roxanne Greengrass (James' second cousin)
Should none of the above be available Harold should be raised by a member family of the Great Alliance.
If none of them be available Harold should be raised by a british light or neutral family that swears to not have served or have intention to serve the man known as Lord Voldemort.
Under no circumstance is Harold to be raised by the Dursleys. Lily's sister Petunia and her Husband Vernon are horrid people who hate magic and would probably abuse our son.
Harry, we love you. If you're reading this we're so sorry we didn't get the chance to raise you ourselves. We hope you still had a happy childhood.
Signed: Lord James Charlus Potter and Lady Lily Marie Potter
Witnesses: Heir Sirius Orion Black, Chief Warlock Dumbledore, His Royal Highness Account Manager Ragnok VIII.
I was shocked, and also saddened. It was the first time I had read my parent's handwriting. "His Royal Highness?" I questioned.
"My father is the His Royal Highness King Ragnok VII of the Goblin Nation in what you would call the British Isles, Scandinavia and Western Europe. I am his eldest son."
"My apologies, your Highness, I mean no offence."
"Don't worry, Heir Potter. It was quite refreshing to have someone not grovelling. Please call me Ragnok."
At this moment I heard a knock on the door. Ragnok shouted something, and the door opened. His assistant entered with a pile of ornate boxes and some parchments.
"Aha, we have everything we need to get you emancipated and declared a Lord now." Ragnok said. Then, as his assistant left he went looking in his drawers for something.
As soon as he put said object on the table I recognised it. It was a bloodquill.
"What's that?" I lied.
"That is a bloodquill. It's a Class 4 restricted dark artefact. If you ever see this anywhere but in a bank or a government office. Call the DMLE. They're restricted to the signing of official contracts. You're going to sign these documents, then we'll discreetly file them with the ministry, and you'll officially be emancipated without anyone knowing it. Then we'll register your ability as a metamorph and your beastspeaking ability."
"Is there any way to register those abilities in a foreign country? I don't trust the ministry. From what I've heard they're one of the most corrupt places on earth."
"Well, the law states that a magical ability should be registered within 3 months of discovering it. You could always register it with the ICW." Ragnok smirked.
"Yes, please." I smirked back.
After ten minutes of tedious paperwork I finally wrote my last signature.
"I hate bureaucracy." I muttered.
"I like you." Ragnok smiled back. "Now for the titles." Then he handed me the first ring. It was a rather large golden ring with a ruby in it. The words Audentis Fortuna Iuvat were carved in it. There was also the carving of a golden Gryffin in the ruby, something that couldn't have been done without magic.
I slipped it on and it shrunk to fit my finger. There was a flash of red, and suddenly I felt information about the Gryffindor family flood my mind.
This process continued until I slipped on the silver band with black gem heir ring of the black family.
"Congratulations, Lord Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Potter, Evans, Heir Peverell, Black."
I blinked. "Please call me Harry, and I'd appreciate it if you kept my titles secret. In fact, is it possible for me to set up registered fake identities that are associated with my titles?"
"What do you mean with registered fake identities?" the Goblin asked, looking a little confused.
"Would it be possible to have registered identities with a Gringotts vault, OWL and NEWT results, a birth certificate, and everything else required to invent a new person? Without anyone knowing the person we've invented is actually Harry Potter in disguise."
"That should be possible, although I must ask. Why on earth would you want such a thing?" The Goblin asked, perplexed.
"Imagine for a moment, Albus Dumbledore who thinks I'm a tiny thing that can be manipulated so easily I'd hand over my family fortune if he asked nicely. Suddenly sees on the front page of the Daily Prophet HARRY POTTER: RICHEST AND MOST POWERFUL MAN IN BRITAIN! He'd be coming to me before you could say Galleon to demand I hand over my lordships to him then swear an oath on my life and magic to always obey what he tells me. That or he'll obliviate me. However if he sees JOHNATHAN SMITH: HEIR OF GRYFFINDOR on the front page of the Daily Prophet he'll be trying to get me to join the light, but he won't do too much to me. Which would allow me to start making changes in the Wizengamot and the Wizarding world."
Ragnok looked at me for a moment before he started laughing, he had a deep booming laugh.
"I like you Harry. I'll do it on one condition." Ragnok said.
"What is it?" I asked suspiciously.
"I want to either be there, or get a memory of the moment you reveal to Dumbledore what your fake identities are." he smirked at me.
I smiled. "Deal!"
"Now, I have a question. Are there any English speaking nations with bad relations with Britain?"
"The MACUSA and the UMCC rather dislike Britain." He answered after having pondered the question for a moment.
"The MA-what now?"
Ragnok smirked. "Right, you're muggle-raised aren't you? MACUSA stands for MAgical Congress of the United States of America, and the UMCC is the United Magical Canadian Confederation."
Harry frowned. "In that case, I'd like Tyler Tremblay, age 19, born in the UMCC in Vancouver to be the Lord Gryffindor. Laurent Dubois, age 22, born in Montreal is to be the Lord Hufflepuff. Elijah Hernandez, age 27 born in Houston is to be Lord Slytherin and finally Noah Evans, age 25 is to become Lord Evans."
As Harry said this Ragnok was scribbling on a piece of parchment. "Of course Harry. Now you'll just need to decide what you'd like each of your identities to look like."
"How much would it cost to have a picture taken of each of my identities?" I asked. It seemed like the easiest option to me.
"K3 per picture" he said, then he got up and walked towards the door "Follow me please."
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Wednesday, July 31st 1991 5:01 PM, Photo studio 3, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, London, UK
I had walked through so many tunnels and corridors that if you'd told me we were now under the palace of Westminster I would've believed you.
Then suddenly Ragnok stopped, and turned towards a door on his right.
We entered and I saw a photo camera, a white wall, and a few lights. There was also, surprisingly, a wardrobe in the corner.
"Why the wardrobe?" I asked.
"We're Gringotts, we like to be prepared for everything. The robes are enchanted with auto-fitting charms." Ragnok smirked. "So Harry, if you would pick an outfit and turn into Mr Tremblay that'd be appreciated."
"Erm… quick question. How on earth do I change my body?" I asked, I had seen Tonks do it before, but I hadn't tried it myself yet.
"First I recommend you put on a robe. However baggy those clothes may be, I don't think they're quite large enough for a nineteen-year-old male human." Ragnok said.
I blushed and did so. I had grabbed a navy blue robe. It didn't feel so awkward to get naked in front of a Goblin, I had after all shown my naked body to over a dozen Goblins.
"Now Harry, what you're going to do is this. Imagine your body, picture it in your mind. Then picture it changing into whatever shape you like. Then feel the change, feel your magic change your body."
I pictured myself turning into a brown-haired brown-eyed man with a rather round face. I felt my body change. Then I heard Ragnok start laughing.
I opened my eyes, and I was confused. I'd felt a change yet I was still the same height as my account manager.
"Harry, I think you forgot most people grow between their eleventh and nineteenth birthday. You haven't grown an inch."
I blushed bright red, then I imagined myself growing to 1m78.
"Very well, Harry, though I must ask. Why are you blushing? You do know you can simply not blush. You're a metamorphmagus, you can blush green if you want."
I pouted. Then I moved in front of the camera.
"Harry, please stop pouting. And smile for the camera."
We continued doing this for the other three fake identities. Laurent Dubois was a tall blonde with blue eyes. Elijah Hernandez had black hair, dark brown eyes and a curly tipped moustache. He was also rather tanned, he looked mexican. Or at least that was what Harry thought, he'd never actually met a mexican. Noah Evans had light brown hair, blue eyes and a short beard and moustache.
"If I may ask, Ragnok." I said, as we were walking back to his office. It felt weird to address a crown prince by his first name. "Why are you managing my account if you're the crown prince? Not that I mind, of course."
He did something I thought might've been a smile. "It's been a long standing tradition at Gringotts that the close relatives of the King managed the accounts of The Founding Families, they're Emrys, Le Fey, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Peverell. None of those families have had a sitting Lord since the Peverell Family Magic found Algol Gaunt unworthy of the lordship in 1830. However, we knew that the Potters descended from the Peverells, and we suspected they descended from at least one other Founding family. So the royal family took over the Potter account."
"And it seems you've been doing quite a good job at it. Except for your nephew of course."
"Again I apologise, my little brother and I were twins, he has always been quite sore about the fact he was born eight minutes later. It appears he turned that soreness into dishonour, then passed it to his son." The crown prince said, looking disgruntled.
"Why wasn't I raised by any of the people in the will? Why was I instead raised by the Dursleys?"
"Dumbledore. He abused his power as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot to have your parent's will sealed for, and I quote: The security of our hero and saviour, Harry Potter. Then he had Heir Black imprisoned in Azkaban without a trial, for being an accomplice to the deaths of your parents and for having killed 13 people including one Peter Pettigrew in a muggle street, which violated the Statute of Secrecy." Ragnok growled.
"Ragnok, how-"
At this moment I heard a knock on the door. I looked around only to see Ragnok's assistant at the door. He said something I couldn't understand. Then Ragnok answered in what I presumed was the Goblin Tongue.
A man entered the room, he was wearing a fancy suit. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes and he looked like he was in his late thirties.
"Good afternoon Ragnok, how are you?" he said in a french accent.
Ragnok smiled "Ah, Richard. I was hoping your brother would send you." he said as he shook the hand of the man I now knew was named Richard.
"This is my client, The Lord Harold Potter." He introduced me.
The man turned to me and nodded. "Conte Richard Ménise."
"The pleasure is all mine, and please, call me Harry." I said.
"Richard runs the magical side of the Belgian branch of the Banca Internazionale de Ménise."
"So, Rhagnoke. How can ze BIM elp Gringotts today?" Richard asked.
"We have credible information that Albus Dumbledore has G17.542.368 S12 K23 in 5 different accounts at your bank. That money was stolen from the Potter Family accounts here in Gringotts." Ragnok said, then he handed over a pile of parchments."
Richard grabbed the parchments and started looking through them. As he did I felt his magic start flaring. He looked furious. "Le bâtard! Il ose cacher son or volé dans notre banque!" He shouted.
"That bastard! He dares hide his stolen gold in our bank!"
Then to my surprise he pulled a cell phone from his pocket and started dialling.
"Bonjour Anna, c'est Richard, peux-tu me passer mon frère? C'est urgent. Merci."
"Hello Anna, it's Richard, could you pass me my brother? It's quite urgent. Thank you."
"Daniel, c'est Richard. Je suis à Gringotts, Ragnok VIII viens de me passer des preuves irréfutables que Dumbledore a volé 17,5 millions de Gallions du Seigneur Potter et les a cachés dans notre banque!"
"Daniel, it's Richard. I'm at Gringotts, Ragnok VIII just handed me irrefutable proof that Dumbledore stole 17.5 million Galleons from Lord Potter and hid them in our bank!"
I saw he was clearly furious. Even if I could only understand a bit of what he said. Richard paced around for a few minutes before he spoke again.
"Quelle excellente idée. Je lui dirais."
"What an excellent idea. I'll tell him immediately."
"Bien sur. Ce sera fait."
"Of course. It'll be done."
"À plus tard, frérot."
"See you later, brother."
Richard looked at me and then at Ragnok. "I have good news. I just called my Brother. He's ze head of ze Belgian Branch of Banca Internazionale de Ménise. He's had the information you provided confirmed and we've seen that the majority of the 18.4 million Galleons he has stored with us are indeed rightfully yours. To compensate for the fact that we never caught him at it we've decided to give you the entire contents of the vault. I've been asked to invite you to come visit us in Brussels in the near future." Then he turned towards Ragnok. "Although I'm unhappy with the circumstances, it's been a pleasure as always."
"Of course. And please, pass your regards to your family."
"To all 2465 members of my family?" Richard asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face.
I choked on my own spittle. "I'm sorry, did you say 2465 family members?"
Richard smirked, "We're a very old family."
Ragnok said. "I meant your close relatives. Your father, brother, your sons and your wife."
Richard just smirked at him. "Have a nice day."
"Cheeky Bugger" Ragnok muttered, then he handed over a pile of parchments from the side of his desk. "This is all the evidence we've collected against criminal Dumbledore today." We have a copy of this in our own archives.
"Could you please have a copy of this made and placed in my family vault?" I asked.
"Of course Harry." Ragnok said then he made a note on a piece of parchment.. "Is there anything else Gringotts can do for you today?"
"Two things actually. Firstly, could I get an overview of the value in monies and properties of each of my families sent to me? And secondly, what can you tell me about the British magical media?"
"Of course, I'll make the overviews and send them to you as soon as possible. Now that the mail redirect wards have been removed that'll be no problem. As for British magical media. There is only one actual newspaper, The Daily Prophet. There are a few magazines. But for actual news people read The Daily Prophet. Then again, it has a casual relationship with the truth. But many brits take it as the, what do muggles call it? The gospel truth."
"Do any of my familes own shares in The Daily Prophet?" I questioned. It was refreshing to not know the answer to a question.
He rummaged through a few papers then said. "The Potters own 10%, the Evanses 3% and the Blacks 15%"
"Ok, I'd like you to quietly purchase another 23%. Please make sure to buy those shares without anyone outside of Gringotts knowing I own them? Oh, and if it's necessary I'm willing to pay a little above value if that means I'll get majority ownership by the end of the week."
"That won't be so hard, Harry."
"Could I get a copy of my parents' will? I'd like to send it to the head of the Magical Ministry of Justice." I said, then I realised something. "Erm, who runs the Magical Ministry of Justice?"
"That would be Madam Bones, Lady Regent of the Ancient and Noble house of Bones."
"Do I have a bank account in a muggle bank?" I asked.
"Not that I'm aware of. However we provide all the services a muggle bank does, including Debit and Credit cards."
"That's exactly what I wanted to know, could I have one of each, billed to the Potter Family vault? Please. Also, is there some way to pay in the magical world without carrying around large bags of gold?"
"It'll be ready by the time you leave." Ragnok said before writing something on a piece of parchment and throwing it in a little basket on the corner of his desk that I hadn't noticed before. "As for the paying in the magical world, there are three options. You can use a Lord's ring or Heir ring in the store. You can use a checkbook which is rather inconvenient as it requires a drop of blood every time. And there's our specially enchanted pouches. They cost G25 but they're very secure. You can fit up to G100.000 in them, and once it's bound to you it'd take a team of senior Gringotts cursebreakers 8 hours to get inside."
"I just realised something. I have no idea of the value of the Potter Vaults. What're the Potter vaults worth?"
Ragnok smirked, and grabbed a piece of parchment from a drawer. "G S239.214 K98.356"
I fainted. And Ragnok burst out laughing, before he waved his hand and splashed me with water. I groaned and woke up. Then I sat back on my chair.
"I'm terribly sorry, I thought you said I was worth 3 billion Galleons." I asked.
"Oh no, you're not worth 3 billion Galleons." He said and I sighed, relieved. "You're worth a lot more. Those are only the Potter assets at Gringotts. There's still all your other families. Then there's the fact that there are rumours that your families kept gold in their family residences. And that your families also kept assets with the BIM."
I groaned, then I smashed my head onto the desk. Ragnok promptly burst out laughing again.
"My apologies, Harry." he said. "But I had never expected anyone to be unhappy they're probably the richest man in the world."
"You know what. I'm going to put that aside, and appreciate the fact I can buy a Lamborghini a week, every week, for the rest of my life."
"Harry, you can buy a Lamborghini a week based on the interests of your vaults. Now is there anything else we at Gringotts can do for you?" Ragnok asked.
"Yes, actually. First of all, is there a way to get to muggle London from Gringotts without walking through a magical shopping district?"
"Of course." Ragnok said, then he smirked. I felt weary now. "For a fee of course."
I sighed. "Take it from my vault. Could I also get one of those super safe Gringotts money bags with G50.000 and," I pondered for a moment. "10.000 Pounds Sterling?"
"They'll be ready by the time you leave. Anything else?" Ragnok answered after writing another note and again dropping it in the little basket.
I pondered for a moment. Then I smirked. "Four things, first, could you book me a room in a hotel nearby, under my name please. Secondly, could you call me a cab outside your muggle exit? Thirdly, how would you recommend I learn the Goblin Language and Traditions?"
"Of course Harry, it'll be done. As for the Goblin Language and Traditions. There are a few books, published by Gringotts. I can sell you the first one and have it waiting for you as you leave through the muggle exit."
"How much would it cost?" I asked, knowing that with Goblins the price could go anywhere from G10 to G50.000.
"Oooh, quite expensive." Ragnok said, I paled until he smirked. "It'll cost you 20 whole Galleons."
I raised my eyebrows, unimpressed. "Do it."
"There's just one problem now." Ragnok said after he'd seemingly put the order in the basket. "Apparently you can't count. You forgot the fourth thing."
"I need some advice." I smirked. "You see, I have this account manager. He's been quite helpful but he has a horrible taste of humour. However, he's still gone above and beyond for me today. What would be a good reward for his hard work?"
"I think signing him on as the account manager for your other accounts is a good idea." Ragnok said.
"Do you now? And how much would such a thing cost me?" I asked, seemingly nonchalant as I studied my fingernails.
"G200.000 per year, per account." He answered promptly.
I raised my eyebrows. "G1.000.000 per year? Are you sure you weren't a comedian in your last life?" Ragnok looked a little insulted. "I have a better idea, for every deal you close, every profitable investment or return. You get 5% of what I earned."
"If I was a comedian in my last life you were a clown." He answered with a snort. Then he countered "20%"
"4.5%"
"19%"
"4%"
"17%" Ragnok Growled.
"3.5%" I smirked back. "I'm sure there are plenty of Goblins who would love what is probably the biggest promotion in Gringotts history."
"15%"
"3%"
"12.5%"
"1%, Take it or leave it."
He shivered then muttered almost disgustedly. "10%"
I smiled. "I was hoping you would say that. If you could write up the paperwork, I'll be back tomorrow at 4pm to sign it."
Then I shook the stunned Goblin's hand and walked out the door.
A few moments later the Goblin came to his senses. He realised what had happened and burst out laughing. 10 minutes later his assistant would come in wondering what on earth was happening. Only to find his boss, the crown prince rolling around on the floor. Laughing.
AN2: I hope you enjoyed the third chapter of Bound to Rewind. If you did, please do Favourite, Follow and Review. I want to know what you think!
AN3: Thank you to ThyMother2251 for being an absolutely delightful Beta.
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PriscillaJimenez: I hadn't thought of it yet. I'll take it into consideration.