Climbing the stone steps, Harry thought back to the conversation he heard yesterday between Mrs. Figg and the fire person, about money being transferred into her vault and wondered if the financial transactions of this marvellous new world worked the same way it did in non-magical society. He remembered the plastic card that Aunt Petunia used in stores to buy things, accessing her bank account. He hoped his parents had something similar. Approaching the entrance, he noticed two short, humanoid beings armoured in steel, holding sharp spears with stern, imposing expressions. His attention was drawn to a plaque on the door, where an intriguing poem was etched:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn

Must pay most dearly in their turn

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

A shudder runs through him as he reads it, he promises to be careful when dealing with the Goblins. He walks up to an empty counter where he could see a stern faced goblin counting gems and putting them in a bag.

"Excuse me, sir, can you help me?" Harry politely asks

The goblin looks down to see a child and snarls

"Where are your parents, human?"

Shivering in fear Harry replies "My parents are dead sir, I only recently found out about the wizarding world, I wanted to know if my parents had an account here"

"What is your name child?" The goblin asks a little more softly

"Harry Potter, sir" Harry shyly answers

The goblin sharply glances towards Harry's forehead and sees a small part of the scar not hidden behind the fringe of his hair, he climbs down from the counter and calls out to Harry

"Come with me child"

Harry shores up his courage and walks behind the goblin and asks him, "What is your name, sir?"

"My name is Sharptooth" says the goblin

After walking through several doors and narrow tunnels, they finally arrive at a door, Sharptooth knocks on the door and asks Harry to wait outside before stepping in. He enters a largely utilitarian office with a sharp axe mounted on the wall behind the desk where the occupant of the office sat with a nameplate which read Barchoke, Potter Accounts Manager

"What is it?" Asks Barchoke

"Sir, there's a child who came here claiming to be Harry Potter, he has the scar on his forehead, he appears to be completely unaware of the magical world" says Sharptooth

"Meddling old goat" mutters Barchoke before saying "Bring him in"

Sharptooth steps out and finds Harry standing there nervously shuffling his feet, he asks Harry to follow him and they step into the office.

Harry enters the room and sees the goblin behind the desk looking straight at him, he nervously approaches the desk and waits.

Barchoke looks at Sharptooth and talks to him in a strange language, Sharptooth hurries away before bringing a stepchair meant for a child to sit and then leaves the office, Barchoke indicates for Harry to take a seat.

Once he does, Barchoke says "For security reasons, we have to identify you are Harry Potter, poke your thumb and put a drop of blood on this" saying that he passes a small dagger and an ornate basin carved with different symbols to Harry

Harry pricks his thumb and squeezes out a drop of blood into the basin and is astonished when the wound heals automatically.

Barchoke chuckles and tells Harry "The dagger is enchanted to automatically heal any cut it makes"

After a few moments the symbol glow in a bright golden colour, Barchoke smiles in satisfaction and puts the bowl back in its place on the side.

He looks at Harry and says "Now that the identification is over, can you tell me why you are here Heir Potter"

Harry looks confused at the new address prompting Barchoke to explain "You are the heir to the Potter title and fortune, which makes you Heir Potter"

Harry nods but is still confused and resolves to find out about all of this later, he wants to get on with finding out about his parents before he has to return to Mrs. Figgs house.

"Sir, please call me Harry" he says before adding "Can you tell me more about my family,, what their names were, what did they do and how did they die?"

Barchoke is visibly upset to hear that Harry doesn't know anything about his parents and his legacy, he takes a deep breath, calms down and starts telling Harry briefly "You are the heir to one of the oldest magical families still around, House Potter is recognised as an 'Ancient and Noble House' which means it has a seat on the Wizengamot the magical equivalent of the parliament's house of lords. Your family has a long and storied history in the magical world, starting from Linfred of Stinchcombe, also called the Potterer, he was a pioneering potioneer who is credited with the invention of many medicinal potions, to Fleamont Potter your grandfather, he invented the Sleakeazy's Hair Potion which can be used for taming and styling hair."

He collects his thoughts and continues "Your parents, James and Lily, on the other hand developed a reputation for being courageous fighters. A few years before you were born, a war broke out in the wizarding world."

He thinks about how he could explain the war to a child, saying "It was started by the most powerful dark wizard of the time, he called himself Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord's insurgency was supported by a group of violent dark witches and wizards called Death Eaters, they fought for the ideology that only the purebloods, people who were descendents of wizards and witches for generations, had the right to wield magic, and those that were born to non magical parents, like your mother had stolen their magic."

"The Dark Lord was opposed by the Ministry of Magic and a covert organisation called the Order of the Phoenix. The Order of the Phoenix was led by a man called Albus Dumbledore, he is the Headmaster of Britain's biggest magical school and the chief warlock of the Wizengamot. He led a group of people who resisted the attempted coup of the Wizarding World, your parents were part of this organisation, your father was also a part of the Ministry of Magic, he was an auror, a part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and your mother was an employee in the Department of Mysteries before she took a break when you were born, she was one of the brightest witches to have come through in the recent years and was pursuing a mastery in both charms and potions."

"A few months after your birth, Lord and Lady Potter went into hiding and locked down their accounts with us until you or they could reactivate them. Then we heard they were killed in an effort to protect you, on the 31st Oct 1981 and you became the only known person to survive the killing curse, which then rebounded on to the Dark Lord, that saved you and destroyed the body of the dark lord thereby ending the war"

He continues "The end of the war brought about widespread fame and love for you, and you were given the moniker "The Boy Who Lived" by the press. After you were removed from your parents house, Dumbledore took control of you and claimed to place you where you would be safest"

Hearing all this, Harry feels tears brimming in eyes at the thought of his parents dying to save his life and thinks back to all the lies the Dursleys told him about them, which makes him very angry and even more resolved to never be under their power again.

Harry responds with anger and determination in his eyes he says "Sir, can you help me? I want to live up to my family's legacy and make sure my parents' death isn't in vain. I don't want to go back to my relatives, they don't seem to like magic and they hate me."

Barchoke looks at Harry's reaction and sees that he will fight against injustice, which appeals to the goblin's warrior side. He sees the frail form of the child and realises he has been mistreated and is malnourished, he decides to help Harry more than most clients would get from Goblins because he could make a valuable ally in the future for the Goblin Nation, he sends a message to the leader of the Goblin Nation, Ragnok, asking for permission to aid the boy and get him some assistance from the healers. Meanwhile, he expands on what Harry can do to get control of his own life, "You have a number of choices going forward if you want to live up to your legacy, your family is fairly wealthy and have properties across the globe. I'd suggest you go to you family's seat of power, Potter Hall in Wales, there you'll find portraits of various ancestors who will be able to guide you, you can get there by using a portkey, a teleportation device, which is in your family vault"

Thinking about the profits which could have been gained but he has no control over, he brings up the licensed products saying "There are multiple products which are using your name and moniker without giving you a share of the profits, the wealth you will gain from that can come in handy if you want to continue fighting for the same rights your parents stood for. To get royalties you will need an attorney who can send notices to the companies using your image and take them to court for settlements."

Harry reluctantly admits his ignorance about financial matters, he asks "I do not know anything about royalties or attorneys." He thinks back to how often the Dursleys complained about having to spend money on him, "Do you know anybody that can handle my affairs, could you recommend anybody"

Barchoke has a shark like smile on his face as he says "I know just the man, he and his wife were mentioned as a potential guardians for you in your parents' wills, he was born to non-magical parents just like your mother and had to face a lot of difficulties and has grown to become one of the best attorneys in the magical world. I could ask him to get him in touch with you after our business"

As Harry was pondering about the man and why he wasn't placed with them if his parents' will suggested him and was going to raise the question to Barchoke, they were interrupted by Sharptooth knocking on his door and urgently talking to Barchoke in what Harry now guessed was the Goblins' language. Barchoke gets a surprised expression on his face and hurries out, while doing so he tells Harry "Sit here for a while child, I'll be back soon, someone will bring you a snack and some juice"

Barchoke hurries to the last room in the cavernous corridor and enters the office of the Head of the Gringotts, he sees the leader of the Goblin Nation, a large and imposing person, he bows low and addresses him "King Ragnok, thank you for agreeing to my request for a meeting"

Ragnok nods his head in greeting and replies "I was told you were meeting an important client of yours, what was so urgent that you had to send a message to me in the middle of your duties?"

Barchoke realising the importance of what he's about to say carefully considers his words and says "Your majesty, the client I was in a meeting with was Heir Potter, he seems to have been completely ignorant of the wizarding world and his family, he also looked to be in poor health, the wound from the killing curse looks completely untreated, I wanted your permission to take him to our healers and curse breakers so that he could be looked at"

Ragnok looks shocked at Barchoke asking for permission to go above and beyond what an account manager would do for his client, he queries "And why should we offer services to a wizard?"

Barchoke gets a sly smile on his face as he proceeds to tell him of his plan "Your majesty, if we could help young Heir Potter and set him on his path to understanding the power he could wield in the Wizengamot and the Wizarding populace. We would have a sympathetic voice to speak for us, we could finally have an ally who actually acts on getting us the right to live outside the caves underground and maybe even be allowed to open our own businesses.

Understanding dawns on Ragnok as he fully comprehends the implications of this step "I haven't met a human who has ever stood up for us since his mother defended the security forces posted outside from stray spellfire during the attack on Diagon Alley, if you think he is like his mother and will help us, we should do our utmost to aid him as much as we can without compromising our neutrality openly, the living situation is getting dire in the caves under the bank with our population being at its highest in centuries, anything beyond that is a bonus that can be thought about later"

Upon getting the acquiescence to his request, Barchoke bows again before his King "I'll take your leave, your majesty, the child is still in my office and I'd like to extend our offer of aid to him"

Ragnok dismisses him with a nod and Barchoke goes back to his office thinking of the child and decides to right by the child while doing his utmost to help the Nation's cause.

He enters his office to see the child nibbling on the biscuits, he takes his place behind the table and gestures for Harry to complete eating. After the food was cleared away, he suggests "Before we go to your vault to get your portkey, I can take you to one of our healers and getting you looked at, the scar on your forehead looks far too fresh for a 5 year old injury, wounds caused by curses usually require special treatment and help from curse breakers, the best of which are employed by our bank"

Harry isn't sure that is necessary and is reluctant to a healer or a doctor after having heard the horror stories from the other kids in his school, but resolves to brave through it because he did not want to constantly feel his gaze drawn to what he once thought was a cool scar, now that he knows that his parents being murdered was the reason he has it, he doesn't want to look at it, so he accepts Barchoke's offer and nods in acceptance.

Harry is led down deeper into the tunnels to a large hall-like room with rows of beds with kinder looking female goblins wearing a doctor's coat.

"Lie down on the bed" says Barchoke to Harry, pointing to a bed nearby before walking over to one of the goblins. They proceed to have a conversation before both of them come to Harry's bedside.

The kind looking woman/female goblin smiles at Harry and introduces herself "Hello Heir Potter, my name is Freylka, I am a healer and I'd like to do a small check up on you, lie down and relax child, this will only take a moment". Saying so, she waves a small round blinking device from his head till his feet and proceeds to go through the readings. After a few moments of looking at the reports, she has a fast whispered conversation with Barchoke, before telling Harry he was done for the day.

Barchoke takes Harry back to his office and once they're settled, he calmly explains "There is a residue in your scar that needs to be cleaned and there's a small tap into your magic which is going towards protecting your relatives house. The healers are working on treatment and I will send you a letter when we finalise it. Don't worry we will do our best to help you with both the problems. You are also suffering from Malnutrition, there are nutritional potions to help with that readily available, once we get you in touch with Ted Tonks, he will easily be able to procure them for you"

Harry nods in gratitude at all the help he has been given, he feels himself start to tire and get sleepy, he asks "Sir, can we go to the vault to retrieve the portkey? I would like to get settled there and get some rest"

Barchoke, seeing that this has already been a pretty exhausting day for the young boy, takes him to the cart which will lead them down to his vault. They get into the cart and hurtles down the tracks at a breakneck speed before seeming going through a waterfall, it finally comes to a stop in a large opening in the cave, Barchoke tells Harry to stay put before rushing out carrying something that was making a loud ringing noise, after ringing it for a while, Barchoke indicates for Harry to get off the cart and follow him. They reach a large metal door embossed with a crest featuring a Griffin holding a wand in one of its claws and a sword in the other. Barchoke asks Harry to step forward and place his hand on the small indentation, once he does, they hear a series of locks clicking open and finally the door opens inward.

"Whoa!" exclaims Harry seeing the piles of treasure stacked from floor to ceiling in the room in neat rows of gold, silver and bronze coins and cabinets packed with different kinds of jewellery.

"Is this all mine?" asks Harry, looking around in awe

"Yes, Heir Potter, all of this belongs to your family, but you will only be able to access the money from this vault once you reach your majority" says Barchoke chuckling at the child's wondrous gaze around the room.

Spinning around Harry sees that apart from the coins, there's shelves with lots of books, some looking quite ancient, and in the middle on a pedestal which was glowing were 3 rings and a thick tome. He starts walking towards it.

Barchoke says warningly "Stop, Heir Potter, those rings are for the Lord, Lady and the Heir of the house, you will be able to take up the ring on your 7th birthday in a few weeks, which will make your position official, touching them now might have dire consequences. For now, take the large silver key on the table next to it, that key will take you to your family's ancestral home directly from here when you say Potter Hall, it only works for those with Potter blood or if the Lady's ring accepts them."

Harry walks over to the table with Barchoke following closely behind, he turns to Barchoke before expressing his gratitude "Thank you for all the help sir, I will wait for your letter about the treatment procedures"

Barchoke nods and says "I will try to inform you as soon as possible, in the meanwhile, I will contact Ted Tonks and start working with him to get things moving and ensure you are not forced to go back to your relatives, take care child"

Harry says "Potter Hall" and feels a tug starting at his navel and feels himself getting pulled through a swirl of colours before being abruptly thrown to the ground. He rights himself and looks up to see large wrought iron gates with a grand P carved onto them, he sees a place to insert the key he just used to travel and twists the key into it, the gates creak open and he sees a long pathway leading up to a grand house built with white marble.