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Chapter 2

As Harry approached the towering edifice of Gringotts Bank, he couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation mingled with excitement. The massive white columns seemed to reach for the sky, a testament to the wealth and power held within. As he stepped through the grand entrance, he was immediately struck by the coolness of the marble floors and the dim lighting that lent an air of mystery to the place.

He made his way to one of the counters, where a stern-looking goblin was busy tallying figures on a large scroll. Harry cleared his throat nervously, causing the goblin to look up with a glare.

"Yes, what do you want?" the goblin grunted, clearly not in the mood for pleasantries.

"I, uh, I need to speak with someone about… my family's vault," Harry stammered, trying to keep his nerves in check.

The goblin's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "And what is your name, wizard?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much he should reveal. But then he remembered the golden scars on his arms, the remnants of the broken time turners, and the newfound foresight that seemed to course through his veins. He knew that he was meant to be here, that this was his chance to claim his birthright.

"All I know is that my name is Harry...or something similar. I have been sheltered and hidden. I've only just returned to the magical world," Harry said, not quite lying but not being completely truthful. "I believe an inheritance test would suffice?"

The goblin sneered at him. "Those tests don't come cheap. They cost two galleons."

Harry almost laughed. That was much cheaper than any test had been in his own time in the future. "I can afford it."

He held out the two galleons as proof. The goblin sneered once more and hesitated, as if wanting to turn him away. But in the end the money won out and the goblin snatched it. He then produced a paper and a blood quill.

"Use this quill and write inheritance. It will activate the magic upon the paper," he instructed as he offered both to Harry.

Harry took it as instructed and didn't even flinch when he felt his shortened name etch into the back of his hand. If the goblin noticed, he didn't show it. Soon Harry watched as blood filled the paper like spiderwebs across its surface. The goblin snatched it up before Harry could make out any of the words.

To his surprise, the goblin's expression softened slightly, a hint of recognition flickering in his eyes.

"Ah, Peverell," the goblin murmured, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe there was a mention of your family in our records. Follow me."

Harry followed the goblin through a maze of corridors and winding staircases, his anticipation growing with each step. The family name was familiar, but only as a fairytale to Harry. And now he was a living member of it. He knew it must have something to do with his new ability...and his blood of course. Finally, they reached a heavy iron door adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and serpents. The goblin produced a small key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock, turning it with a satisfying click.

As the door swung open, Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him. The vault was enormous, stretching far into the darkness with rows upon rows of gleaming treasure. Gold coins, precious gems, and ancient artifacts sparkled in the dim light, casting an ethereal glow upon the walls.

"This is the Peverell family vault," the goblin explained, gesturing for Harry to enter. "As the sole heir, everything here belongs to you."

Harry stepped inside, hardly daring to believe his luck. He ran his fingers over the piles of gold and jewels, marveling at the sheer magnitude of wealth before him. But amidst the riches, there was something else that caught his eye – a small, ornate box tucked away in the corner of the vault.

Curiosity piqued, Harry approached the box and lifted the lid with trembling hands. Inside, he found a collection of old parchment scrolls, each one bound with a ribbon of silver.

"What are these?" Harry asked, turning to the goblin with a furrowed brow.

The goblin regarded him with a shrewd gaze. "Those are the ancient writings of the Peverell family, passed down through the generations. They contain knowledge and secrets that have been guarded for centuries."

Harry's heart raced with excitement as he carefully unrolled one of the scrolls. The words seemed to dance before his eyes, revealing tales of magic and adventure that had long been forgotten. And as he read, he realized that he possessed a power far greater than he had ever imagined – the power to shape his own destiny.

With newfound determination, Harry rolled up the scrolls and tucked them into his cloak. He knew that his journey was just beginning, that there were challenges and obstacles ahead. But armed with the knowledge of his heritage and the strength of his ancestors, he was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As he stepped out of the vault and into the bright sunlight of Diagon Alley, Harry couldn't help but smile. He was Hardrian Peverell, the last of his line, and he was ready to embrace his destiny.

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