The sun had begun its slow descent over Diagon Alley, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone streets. Inside the bustling wizarding bank of Gringotts, goblins perched atop high stools went about their business, skillfully managing dozens of wizarding clients and their money. Amidst the clinking of galleons, sickles, and knuts, Harry Potter stumbled out of the fireplace with a whooshing sound, his glasses askew and hair even messier than usual. He quickly regained his balance and straightened his glasses, blinking against the sudden brightness of the bank's interior.
As his eyes finally adapted to the unexpected luminosity, Harry found himself awestruck by the spectacle before him. The bank's hall was vast, boasting marble floors and towering pillars that extended upwards to a domed ceiling adorned with intricate gold designs. The walls were adorned with glistening crystals that emitted a gentle, radiant glow. The air carried a hint of money and magic, creating a unique ambiance. Even though he had visited Gringotts merely a month ago, Harry still felt astonished by the opulence displayed in front of him.
"Are you going to keep standing there, Harry? Come on, we need to go. " It was Pansy's voice that finally broke him out of his trance.
Harry blinked and turned his attention to the impatient-looking girl in front of him. "Right. Sorry about that," he told her, slightly abashed.
Pansy sighed, linking their arms together before guiding him toward one of the less busy counters. While they waited in line, Pansy turned to him, offering an amused smile. "By the way, I really enjoyed the way you came out of the Floo, Harry. I must admit, I had never seen anything like it," she remarked, playfully giving him a thumbs-up.
Harry could feel his ears burning with embarrassment due to Pansy's words. He was hoping against hope that she hadn't noticed his clumsy entrance. "Oh, come on. Cut me some slack, Pansy. You know it was my first time," he protested.
Pansy couldn't help but giggle as Harry pouted at her in response. She gently patted his arm and leaned closer to kiss him on the cheek. Meanwhile, their turn finally arrived. As they stepped up to the counter, a senior goblin peered down at them from above.
"State your purpose at Gringotts," he asked in a disinterested tone.
In response, Harry fumbled in his robes for a crumpled piece of parchment, which he unfolded to reveal a letter adorned with the Gringotts emblem.
"I have an appointment with the Slytherin account manager," he informed the goblin, handing over the letter.
The senior goblin, identified by the nameplate "Teethgnasher," arched an eyebrow, briefly scrutinizing the letter. "Very well. Everything seems to be in order. Please, follow me," he said, hopping down from his stool.
Sharing a glance, Harry and Pansy trailed after the goblin. He led them through a door at the back of the large hall and into a corridor lined with doors on both sides. As the two of them hurried after the surprisingly swift goblin, Harry managed to catch glimpses of nameplates on the doors and realized they must be the personal offices of other account managers.
After a brisk walk, Teethgnasher stopped in front of a particularly ornate door. Its surface was etched with serpentine patterns that seemed to come alive in the dim light. The goblin produced a small, silver key from a pouch at his waist and inserted it into the lock. With a smooth turn, the door swung open, revealing a lavishly furnished office inside.
"Wait in here," Teethgnasher instructed, gesturing for Harry and Pansy to enter. "The Slytherin account manager will be with you shortly."
As they stepped into the opulent office, Harry and Pansy couldn't help but be impressed. The room was adorned with elegant dark wood furniture, and the walls were lined with shelves holding leather-bound ledgers and ancient scrolls. A large desk dominated the centre of the room, behind which stood a high-backed chair that seemed almost throne-like.
Harry and Pansy exchanged looks before deciding to take their seats. They only had to wait for a few minutes before the Slytherin account manager finally appeared. Harry sat upright in his chair as the door swung open and in walked a goblin, not as aged as Teethgnasher but with an air of authority around him. His sharp eyes assessed Harry and Pansy as he advanced towards his desk and seated himself across from them
"Greetings," he said in a voice that held a trace of formality. "I am Silverglimmer, the Slytherin account manager. How may I be of service to you today, Mr. Potter?"
Harry glanced at Pansy by his side, and she offered him an encouraging smile in return. Feeling somewhat more reassured by her presence, he took a deep breath before turning to face the goblin in front of him.
"As you may recall from my letter, Silverglimmer, I wish to take the Slytherin heirship test," he informed the stern-looking goblin.
In response, Silverglimmer leaned forward, his hands steepled before him. "And may I ask why you desire to do so, Mr Potter? To my knowledge, House Potter has had no connection with the Slytherin House for the past thousand years."
"Because I'm a Parselmouth," Harry answered confidently.
Silverglimmer began to chuckle heartily at Harry's response, catching him off guard. "The Dark Lord could also speak Parseltongue, Mr Potter, yet that did not make him Lord Slytherin."
Harry and Pansy exchanged shocked glances at this revelation. Silverglimmer noticed their reaction, and his dark eyes twinkled with amusement. "Ah, so you were not aware of that," he commented, studying them curiously. "Yes, Lord Voldemort was never considered Lord Slytherin, Mr Potter. Though he could converse with snakes, much like you, the family magic still rejected the dark lord on sight. So, do you truly believe you will succeed when he could not?"
Silverglimmer's words planted seeds of doubt in Harry's mind. After all, if even the all-powerful Lord Voldemort wasn't deemed worthy of the Slytherin heirship, what chances did he stand?
Pansy, on the other hand, wasn't so easily discouraged. Her mouth set in a firm line, she shot Silverglimmer an intense glare. "Regardless of that, goblin, we still wish to take the inheritance test. Can you arrange that or not?"
Silverglimmer glanced at Harry, seeking confirmation of Pansy's words. With a slight nod from Harry, the goblin's expression turned sour, as though he had tasted something unpleasant. "Very well. As you wish, Mr. Potter. However, it is my duty to inform you that if the family magic rejects you, you'll be required to pay a fine of four thousand galleons to Gringotts—for wasting my time."
Harry's eyes almost bugged out of his head upon hearing the outrageous fine. He couldn't believe he'll have to pay almost twenty thousand pounds if he failed the inheritance test.
Silverglimmer noticed Harry's reaction and chuckled darkly. "Do you still wish to take the inheritance test, Mr Potter?" he asked after a few moments, a malicious smile playing on his ugly lips.
For a moment, Harry felt the temptation to say 'no', but one look at Pansy changed his mind. She was gazing at him, her eyes pleading for his trust. Harry knew he was taking a big gamble but he couldn't say no to her. So, when he turned to Silverglimmer and answered affirmatively, the goblin looked stunned.
As Silverglimmer recovered from the surprise, he muttered under his breath about 'stupid, time-wasting wizards' as he stood up from his chair. Marching to the left-side corner of his office, the goblin retrieved a small, ornate green box from a secure safe on the wall.
Harry and Pansy leaned forward in unison, their eyes wide with intrigue as he placed it on the desk before them.
"Wh-What is it, Silverglimmer?" Harry asked the goblin in a hushed voice.
Instead of providing an immediate answer, Silverglimmer opened the box with a flourish, revealing a gleaming silver ring. The ring bore the crest of Slytherin – a coiled serpent, emerald eyes staring menacingly.
"This," the goblin began, "is the Heir of Slytherin's ring. It has been passed down through generations and kept in our vaults for centuries. According to ancient records, this ring is what determines the next heir of the family."
Harry's tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his suddenly dry lips. "So, what do I have to do?"
Silverglimmer grinned wickedly, his sharp teeth gleaming dangerously as he addressed Harry's question. "You simply need to retrieve the ring from the box, Mr. Potter. The family magic will take care of everything after that."
Goosebumps prickled on the back of Harry's hand as he sensed the subtle threat in the goblin's voice. He couldn't shake the feeling that the ugly bastard was concealing something from him. Still, Harry had made up his mind and he wasn't going to take a step back now. He glanced at Pansy from the corner of his eye and saw her biting her lips nervously.
Silently, Harry prayed to Merlin as he reached for the ring within the case. After all, he knew that if he happened to fail, he would have to part with a huge chunk of his inheritance. This, in turn, would leave him with only a fixed amount of money for the foreseeable future, considering that he still had many years to wait before gaining full access to the Potter family vault.
However, as it turned out, Harry had no reason to worry. He effortlessly lifted the silver ring from the box and slid it onto his index finger. The ring automatically resized to fit his finger perfectly.
Suddenly, Pansy burst into hysterical laughter as Harry showed her the new accessory on his finger. "I knew it, Harry. I absolutely knew it," she exclaimed in delight, embracing him tightly around the waist.
Silverglimmer nearly staggered in his seat, realizing he had been completely mistaken about Harry. He could scarcely believe that the boy before him was the new Heir of Slytherin. For a fleeting moment, he questioned if it might be some sort of trick. However, that wasn't the case; the Heir ring had unmistakably chosen Harry Potter as the next head of House Slytherin. It finally dawned on the proud goblin just how much trouble he was in. His conduct had been so unprofessional with his most important client, and now he was surely going to lose the patronage of House Slytherin. Despite this, Silverglimmer knew he had to make an effort to rectify the situation. Perhaps the future Lord Slytherin would show him mercy and wouldn't hand his family account to another rival clan.
"Forgive me, my Lord," Silverglimmer began, bowing his head in apology. "I had no idea—none whatsoever."
At once, Pansy opened her mouth, undoubtedly preparing to berate the poor goblin for his earlier behaviour. However, Harry stopped her with a subtle gesture.
"It's alright, Pansy. Silverglimmer just made a small mistake. I'm sure he regrets it very much. Isn't that right?" Harry directed the question to the remorseful goblin.
Silverglimmer sighed in relief and grabbed the offered lifeline with both hands, nodding vigorously. "Yes, my lord Slytherin, I regret it from the bottom of my heart."
"Look, Pansy, he's apologizing," said Harry, clapping his hands together. "Shouldn't we consider forgiving the poor fellow?"
If the choice truly rested with Pansy, she would have fed the repulsive creature in front of her to the dragons. However, she was aware that wasn't what Harry wanted to hear from her. So, in the end, she grudgingly nodded her head.
"You're right, Harry," she ground out through clenched teeth.
Silverglimmer cast Pansy a gaze brimming with profound gratitude for her words. "Thank you, Ms. Parkinson. Your kindness is greatly appreciated."
Amusement flickered on Harry's lips as he observed the once-proud creature now almost grovelling before him. "Okay, now, let's get down to business, Silverglimmer. I need a couple of things from you today. I'm sure that won't be a problem for you," he inquired of the goblin with a hint of sarcasm.
Immediately, the goblin bowed his head in acknowledgement. "I am entirely at your service, Heir Slytherin."
Harry nodded, pleased by the answer. "Firstly, I need a comprehensive list of my holdings, followed by a visit to the Slytherin Vault," he apprised his account manager.
Silverglimmer bobbed his head in swift agreement. "Absolutely, my lord. Right away," he responded, reaching inside his desk to retrieve a weighty, leather-bound ledger from the top drawer.
"This contains a complete account of all Slytherin assets, my lord," Silverglimmer stated, extending the ledger to Harry. "You'll find everything you need within it." He then pressed a small button on his desk. A few seconds later, a gentle knock resonated on the door. Harry turned in his seat, his eyes widening in surprise as a beautiful creature entered the office.
"Father, you called me," the new arrival addressed Silverglimmer in a voice as sweet as honey.
Harry observed a fond smile gracing Silverglimmer's lips as he addressed the stunning female goblin. "Yes, daughter. Our Heir Slytherin here needs to visit his family vault. I want you to accompany him and Ms Parkinson to the lower levels."
The female goblin shot Harry a look of astonishment. Harry himself felt mesmerized as he gazed at her gorgeous amber eyes and long lashes. His eyes then drifted down to her ample chest, straining against her red short-sleeve shirt and black vest.
Finally, the female goblin regained her composure and gracefully bowed to Harry "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Heir Slytherin. I am Vivienne, at your service."
Remembering a scene from an old muggle movie, Harry gently took Vivienne's hand and brought it to his lips. He placed a soft, respectful kiss on her knuckles, his emerald green eyes locked onto hers.
Vivienne's cheeks tinged with a delicate blush at Harry's action, and a small, surprised smile touched her lips.
While this exchange was unfolding, Pansy scowled upon noticing how Harry was eyeing the female goblin. She could clearly see the barely hidden lust in his green eyes. Unable to help herself, she cleared her throat loudly, causing Harry to abruptly release Vivienne's hand.
"Can we go down to the vault now?" she asked Harry, her voice tinged with annoyance.
Harry's cheeks turned a little pink as he realized he was flirting with another girl in Pansy's presence. "Of course. I apologize, Pansy," he said to the irritated-looking girl before turning to Vivienne.
"After you, Vivienne," he said to the stunning female goblin, gesturing for her to take the lead.
Vivienne blushed again as she guided them out of Silverglimmer's office. Harry and Pansy followed her deeper into the labyrinthine passageways of Gringotts until they finally entered a narrow stone corridor illuminated by flaming torches. Looking down, Harry noticed small railway tracks on the floor. Vivienne whistled, and a small mine cart came hurtling out of the darkness.
Harry and Pansy climbed into the backseat while Vivienne took the driver's position. Drawing from past experiences, both Hogwarts students braced themselves as the cart suddenly set off. After an exhilarating roller-coaster ride during which the cart descended much deeper underground than even the Potter vault, it eventually came to a halt beside a sizable door within the passage wall.
Vivienne disembarked first, followed promptly by Harry and Pansy. The female goblin used an ancient, golden key to unlock the door before stepping aside.
Pansy's initial annoyance melted into fascination as Vivienne opened the door, granting her the first glimpse of the interior of the Slytherin vault. The expansive room was filled with rows upon rows of neatly stacked shelves, each holding a treasure trove of magical ingredients, artefacts, and riches.
Harry couldn't suppress the gasp of amazement that escaped him as he stepped into the Slytherin vault, closely followed by Pansy. They exchanged bright-eyed glances before rushing deeper into the vault.
Over the next twenty minutes, the two of them ran around like a pair of excited children at an amusement park, discovering numerous priceless artefacts and jewellery within the vault.
As Harry was busy admiring a long dagger on the wall, Pansy suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. "This is absolutely mind-blowing, Harry. I can't believe some of the things that are here," she said excitedly, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. "So, did something special catch your eye?"
"There's a replica of Slytherin's locket that I liked the most," Pansy answered after a moment of thought.
Harry hummed thoughtfully. "Would you like to take it?"
Pansy's eyes widened in surprise at Harry's words. "Are you serious right now?" she asked, stepping in front of him.
Harry shrugged in reply. "Consider it an early birthday present," he said easily.
Pansy let out an excited squeal and pounced on Harry, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The two of them kissed each other for a long time until they had to break apart to refill their oxygen supply.
Harry stared at Pansy with wonder in his bright green eyes. "Wow. That was something else," he praised her, touching his bruised lips.
"That was nothing, Potter," Pansy told Harry in a breathless voice as she began to fondle his dick through his jeans. "The real party's only just starting now."
With that, she quickly went down on her knees, and Harry's eyes closed in pleasure as she began to suck him off.
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