Another chapter, so soon? Who is she? (A desperate college student trying to avoid her finals, that's who). Oh well, enjoy!
Chapter Three
The train ride went quickly. Harry studied the little page he was given on goblin customs over and over again, committing it to memory. He and Luna practiced their greetings and other small details together, but otherwise the two sat in comfortable silence. Harry was a little concerned that Ron or Hermione never found him but the peace he found did not make him inclined to go and find them.
Soon, the train was pulling into Kings Cross Station. Grabbing his things, Harry exited the train and headed towards the barrier wall when someone stopped him.
"Harry" a familiar voice called out.
Harry turned around to find Hermione rushing towards him, worry etched into her face.
"Harry Potter, where were you?" she yelled. "Ron and I were worried sick!"
"I was with Luna," Harry replied. "I didn't see you two at any point this morning so Luna and I just stuck together, sorry."
Hermione sighed before gently wrapping her arms around Harry. Fighting the flinch, he wrapped his arms around his friend.
"When did you get back from St. Mungos?"
Hermione's eyes dulled slightly at the mention of the hospital. "I only got back about two days ago. Just enough to pack up to leave."
Harry shrunk in on himself feeling guilty for her injuries that landed her in the hospital for that length of time. Seeing this, Hermione was immediately re awakened.
"No no no, Harry James Potter. You are not to feel guilty over something that you had no control over!"
"But- I-"
"No buts! You did not force me to go and you certainly did not encourage those death eaters to attack us!"
Letting out a small sign of defeat, Harry nodded, mumbling under his breath but otherwise letting the issue drop.
"Oh! Harry I'm sorry but-" Hermione said with a grimace, eyes darting over to where her parents stood waiting for her. "My parents are here and I really need to go. But I will write to you this summer ok?! You better write me to!" She yelled over her shoulder as she headed off to her parents.
Smiling at his best friend's antics, he felt a pang of jealousy but pushed it to the side. He was used to it at this point but seeing his friend with their parents never made being an orphan much easier. Harry shrugged off the depressing thoughts and looked around. There was a group of members of the order of the phoenix, but Harry quickly realised that he couldn't go with them. He needed to get to Diagon, and fast.
Looking around, his eyes caught a family of platinum blondes getting in a fire grate and quickly made his decision. Nerves started to fill him slightly but he had no other choice. He weaved through the crowds with practiced ease before arriving at the fireplace. He saw two jars sitting on the edge of the fireplace, one with a small plaque that read "5 Knuts per pinch". Harry quickly fished out the five bronze coins before stepping in the fire grates.
Calling up the rest of his Gryfindor courage, he clearly stated "DIagon Alley" as he watched a group of panicked Order members make their way to the floo through bright green flames.
Gritting his teeth and slamming his eyes shut, Harry was reminded of how much he hated floo travel, but oh well. He started to feel a slowing sensation before he cam tumbling out of a grate into the Leaky Cauldron.
Standing still for a moment, Harry grasped at his balance before finally being able to stand up straight with the world standing still. He quickly gathered himself before borderline speed walking through the pub and into the alley. He knew the members of the Order could probably guess where he went and he didn't have much time.
His suspicions were confirmed as he was only a couple stores distance from Gringotts when he heard shouts erupt behind him.
"Harry! Stop"
"Harry Potter, get back here!"
"Please get back here Potter!"
More and more shouts came and Harry broke into a full blown sprint, quickly entering the bank and heading to the first empty teller.
With panting breath and wild eyes, Harry quickly approached the goblin.
"Master Teller, May you enemies fall at your sword," Harry rushed out.
"And may you gold multiply," the Goblin said looking pleasantly surprised. "What may I help you with Mr-"
"Potter," Harry almost yelled, panic filling him as he heard the commotion outside get closer to the door. "I need to see Wrathsword!"
Following Harry's panicked gaze, the goblin quickly nodded his head and summoned another worker before turning back to Harry.
"Go, quickly. Farkit will bring you to your account manager."
Harry quickly mumbled his face before following the goblin behind the tellers and into a hallway. Relief came crashing in as he heard Moody's voice cry out in the lobby.
"You have quite the entourage Mr. Potter" Farkit mentioned.
Harry let out a small snort. "I didn't choose them. I knew if I went with them there was no way I would be able to get myself here this summer."
Farkit nodded in understanding but otherwise stayed silent. Harry didn't mind the silence as it allowed him to collect himself. Rather quickly, the pair reached a set of double doors with a golden plaque on it. "Wrathsword,Manager for the accounts of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black".
Harry took one more calming breath as he heard a gravely voice say from inside, "Come in."
Harry gently pushed open the doors, leaving Farkit behind with a nod of appreciation. Focusing on the new goblin, Harry was quite surprised at his appearance. Wrathsword was a younger looking goblin, with a large scar across his face.
"Master Wrathsword, may your sword be coated with the blood of your enemies."
"And may your vaults overflow from your conquests. Welcome Mr. Potter. I see Sirius has taken to teaching you our ways. "
Harry let a small smile slip out. "Yes, though he never managed to teach me in person."
"Ah yes, I saw the letters go out. I am sorry for you loss Mr. Potter."
"Thank you," Harry said, his voice full once again with grief. "Speaking of letters, My godfather said something about tests?"
Wrathswords eyes widened in understanding as he reached underneath his desk for a ritual bowl and small dagger.
"You need three tests, Mr. Potter. First is an inheritance test. This will take care of the parentage test as well, so we can confirm that you are who you say you are. The second is a magical read test. This is to see if you are under and compulsions, blocks etc. It will also give us a better look into your magical count number. Lastly is your medical records test. Your godfather was on good terms with the goblin nation and had requested a full medical service for you upon your arrival. "
Harry's head was starting to spin. The medical tests made him slightly nervous but something stuck out beyond that. "Magical count number? What's that?"
The Goblin sighed in response.
"We have our work cut out for us today apparently, and it's already pretty late," he said, gesturing to the clock on his desk.
"Oh! What time do you close tonight?" Harry said, some concern lacing his voice.
"We don't close, it's more for your kind's sake that we end meetings at certain times. We can stay here for as long as you need," Wrathsword assured him.
Relief washed over Harry as he nodded in understanding.
"Moving on, because we do have quite a bit of information to get through tonight, the magical count number is basically the strength of your magical core. Each number has a classification that is an easy way of comparison. It is also important to know so you can not over extend your core. Most witches and wizards find their number out at eleven, fifteen and seventeen, each age coinciding with a large development of your core. Some parents will have their children tested at even younger ages if they have an exceptionally high number of accidental magic incidents. As I am not the Potter account manager, I do not know if you were tested."
Taking in this information, many questions began to form in Harry's head. "Who's the Potter account manager and may I talk to him?"
"Rodnuff is the account manager for the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. It might be a good idea for him to be here as well, but before I have the jurisdiction we need you to take the inheritance tests," Wrathsword said, gesturing to the semi-forgotten items on the table.
Harry nodded and looked up at the goblin, his one question clear in his eyes.
"Take the dagger, and put three drops of blood into the bowl, magic will heal the cut."
Harry almost snorted at the reassurance that was hidden in the last part of that sentence. A cut from a clean and sharp dagger was the least of his worries. He quickly grabbed the dagger and made a rather large cut on his palms without a flinch. Letting three drops hit the bowl, he watched in wonder as the cut was immediately healed up.
Wrathsword watched on in fascination and concern, but shook himself from his musings. He reached into a small drawer and picked up a potion that swirled a bright bright gold. He poured the potion into the bowl then poured the whole concoction on an open sheet of parchment.
Wonder filled Harry as the potion seemed to melt into the paper, leaving not a drop on the desk and the paper completely dry. He watched on in mild panic as words began appearing on the paper in a very similar fashion to a certain diary. Once he calmed himself, the writing had stopped.
"Well, well Mr. Potter. This is quite possibly the most interesting results sheet I have ever seen," Wrathsword said as he handed the paper over to Harry.
Official Gringotts Inheritance Test
Administer : Wrathsword, Black Family Account Manager
Date: June 25th, 1995
Client Name: Harry James Potter (Current Name)
Matias Gaunt Riddle (True Name)
Paternity Results:
Father (Biological): Tom Marvalo Riddle Jr. (Halfblood)
Mother (Biological) : Antha Shafiq (Pureblood)
Father (Adoptive): James Fleamont Potter (Pureblood)
Mother (Adoptive): Lily Jane Potter nee Evans (Muggleborn)
Guardian Results:
Godfather (Original) : Regulus Arcturus Black (legitimate bond)
Godmother (Original) : Narcissa Irma Malfoy Nee Black (legitimate bond)
Godfather(Adoptive) : Sirius Black (legitimate bond)
Godmother (Adoptive) : Alice Longbottom (illegitimate bond)
House Title Results:
Heir to House('s):
Slytherin
Safiq
Black
Potter
Peverell
House Eligible for Lord:
Potter
Black
Current Magical Guardian
Albus Percivel Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (Illegal)
End of Test Results
All the two beings in the room could do was stare in shocked silence at the paper on the desk.
"I-... WHAT?!" Harry screamed, his magic begging to whip around him.
"Mr. — um, Potter? Please calm down!" Wrathsword asked.
Harry's eyes only grew more panicked when he observed the damage his magic was doing to the room. This however only served to go against the desired result.
"Mr. Potter, PLEASE CONTROL YOUR MAGIC!" Wrathsword yelled, trying to protect the valuables in his office.
The yelling somehow got through to Harry as the magical storm began to dissipate. Soon the only sound left in the room was the frantic breathing of the teen sitting in the office.
"Wrathsword," Harry said, voice sounding desperate to his own ears. "Is there any way that the result can be a fluke?"
The goblin almost took offense at the accidental insult but moved on. There were more important things going on here besides his pride.
"These tests are perfect and cannot be tricked , I assure you," Warthsword replied.
Harry nodded dumbly, unable to say much.
"How- how can I be his s-, son?" he said, choking on the word.
"That is something I do not have the answers for. We are going to have to call a meeting with all of your account managers. That might take a while to arrange, so I have a plan. We go ahead with the rest of the tests, then if there is anything you need treatment for, we can address that first before going into a meeting with all of your account managers. Is this acceptable for you?" Wrathsword said, being oddly considerate.
Harry could only nod along as the goblin began to prepare the set up for the next two tests. The process was the same as the first, so Harry numbly took the dagger across his palm and let his blood drop in once more. He watched on with glazed over eyes as Wrathswrod conducted the magical read test. Harry watched on with anxiety as the second scroll began to write out much more information.
Official Gringotts Magical Core Read Test
Administer : Wrathsword, Black Family Account Manager
Date: June 25th, 1995
Current Magic Count Level - 550 (Magi)
Current Acting Magic:
Magical Core Blocker
25% Blocked
Cast by Lily Potter (Adoptive Mother)
Status : Active and at full strength
Applied January 18th of 1981
Magical Core Blocker
60% Blocked
Cast by Albus Percivel Wulfric Brian Dumbledore ( Illegal Guardian)
Status : Active and at 90% Strength
Applied November 1st of 1981
Compulsions (No Outside effects*)
Preference Towards Gryffindor (Applied September 1st of 1991)
Hate of Slytherin (Applied September 1st of 1991)
Ignore Hufflepuff(Applied September 1st of 1991)
Ignore Ravenclaw(Applied September 1st of 1991)
Trust of Weasleys(Applied September 1st of 1991)
Trust of Muggleborns (Applied September 1st of 1991)
Distrust of self proclaims "purebloods" or "blood purists"(Applied September 1st of 1991)
Trust of Albus Dumbledore(Applied September 1st of 1991)
Distrust of Severus Snape (Applied September 1st of 1991)
Distrust of Lord Voldemore (Tom Marvalo Riddle) (Applied September 1st of 1991)
Compulsions (Outer Effects)
Hate towards Matias (Dursley Family)* (Applied November 1st of 1981)
Hate towards Matias (Severus Snape)* (Applied September 1st of 1991)
Hate towards Matias (Tom Marvalo Riddle)* (Applied September 1st of 1991)
Informative Note:
Indicates a compulsion that directly affects the victim
Indicates a compulsion that affects those in the victims daily life
Other Active Curses / Enchantments / Blocks:
Eidetic Memory Block (Active, 75% Blocked, 90% Strength)
Parselmagic Block (Active, 100% Blocked, 15% Strength (Failing))
Glamour (Active, 100% Strength)
Active Potions / foreign magical items:
Phoenix Tears (Neutralized)
Basilisk Venom (Neutralized)
End of Test Results
Harry wanted to cry. How could so much happen to him? Why were there so many compulsions on him? Screw dignity, his entire life was turning out to be one massive lie. This time, complete and utter shock was replaced by a deep, deep feeling of betrayal.
"Can these be removed?" Harry asked, the tears that were in his eyes threatening to spill over.
"Of course. Everything but the phoenix tears and basilisk venom will be removed. Those two will not do any harm and could possibly have some benefits for you," Wrathsword said. "But we need the health evaluation in order to move on."
Harry nodded his head and repeated the blood sacrifice for hopefully the last time that day.
Wrathsword held in a sigh as he got one last piece of parchment out of his desk. Pouring the last concoction on the paper, he felt his eyes go wide as the medical record simply went on and on and on. The parchment had to expand itself to be at least 7 feet long.
Eyes darting from the paper to Harry, shock ran through his body.
"Mr. Potter, how are you not dead?!" the goblin exclaimed. He quickly reached for a small intercom-like device and summoned a healer to the office.
Thirty seconds later the door was thrown open by another goblin.
"Wrathsword," the new goblin said, disapproval clear in her voice. "Why did you have to use such profanities on the healers channel? I have not heard you curse that bad since….."
The goblin trailed off as she caught sight of the extremely long paper paper before she immediately sprang into action.
"No wonder you're so worked up," she murmured as she quickly approached Harry. "My name is Healer Ragling, Head Healer here at Gringotts. Would you come with me, we can get you all healed up.
Harry was shocked at the softened in her voice but nodded and rose, ready to follow the healer.
"Ragling," Wrathsword said. "He needs a full magical cleanse as well."
Letting out a string of her own curses, Ragling nodded in understanding and lead Harry out of the office and into the labyrinth of hallways that made up Gringotts.
Neither Harry nor Ragling looked back to see the absolutely murderous expression that Wrathsword could no longer hold back.
"I hope Dumbledore has his affairs in order." he murmured to himself. Determination pooled itself in his mind as he started to call the other account managers. He had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it.
Dumbledore decided that today was a positively horrible day. How did the child know to come here? Sirius he internally seethed. He was sure the mutt had something to do with this. He was always a little too close to breaking free of his manipulations for his comfort.
Sitting in a chair in Gringotts, like some commoner, Dumbledore had to put all the effort he could into not letting his magic show his anger at the situation, He would like to be able to continue decent relations with the goblins after today, but they were being most unhelpful.
He couldn't believe the disrespect they were showing him. He was Harry Potter's guardian dammit! He should be able to go into that meeting room, but was being blocked due to 'house secrets'. He had no clue what was going on but he didn't like it one bit. He had put too much effort into making sure Harry would be the perfect little light child, his efforts couldn't go to wait now.