- TEN HOURS PT I -
Hour 1 - 8:12pm - August 2nd, 1976 - Solar System - Universe Designation: 1.638.2
The heat bounced off of his skin. Radiation fueled his body, granting him more strength and resilience than a thousand men combined. Harry Potter's skin glowed a bright golden hue as power coursed through him. His altered physiology meant that his strength only grew the more he was exposed to sunlight. Hovering only a few meters from the Sun's surface certainly granted him a boost of power that would let him perform every action he needed to perform tonight. After all, it was tonight that Harry would change this universe's future forever. In the span of ten hours, he planned on dealing with the Voldemort threat, destabilizing the Ministry of Magic, and planting the seeds for beneficial changes for both wizards, no-maj, and magical creatures alike. That is, if he succeeded. In Harry's case, failure was always an option.
Peering back in the direction of Earth, Harry smiled. It was nothing but a speck of blue and green in the distance, and yet everything he had ever loved or known was on that rock. If he wanted to, he could destroy it. He could break it into a million pieces or destabilize the planet's core, and yet he wouldn't. He couldn't. Nor would he let anyone else do harm to the planet or anyone on it. And so he shot off away from the Sun, appearing as nothing more than a speck of flesh as she flew toward Earth at the speed of light. He slowed to a stop above orbit, peering down at the United Kingdom. All the problems of his first life occurred on the tiny island. A seemingly inconsequential Blood War based on the purity of one's heritage. A silly concept.
Of course, Harry was a bit biased, given the state of his own blood. He wasn't entirely human any more. After receiving several augmentations in the Domus Mortis, Harry had become stronger. Much stronger. He had regained all the body parts he had lost in his fights with the other Gladiators, while enhancing what was there. The DNA of two different alien species from across the universe gave him immense strength, resilience, and dexterity, allowing him to withstand practically anything. The DNA also allowed him to do a number of things, from flying without a broom, firing beams of raw energy from his eyes, and adapting to any type of damage done to his body. If he was beaten in a fight, his body would recover and grow stronger to withstand the same type of damage. A handy ability.
It was with these two new genetic enhancements that Harry had felt comfortable enough to escape the Domus Mortis. While he had been unable to prove it, he felt he could now go toe-to-toe with the likes of Furva and walk away relatively unscathed. At least, he hoped. Harry shook himself, trying his best to clear his thoughts as he focused on the task at hand. Sounds from across the planet reached his hyper-sensitive ears, giving him a good idea of events occurring. He focused on sounds coming from the United Kingdom, his eyes flashing slightly as he used his enhanced sight to scan the island. He spotted the six magical signatures easily. Five artifacts and the main host. Voldemort.
One was in the castle. One was in London. One in Wiltshire. One in the Outer Hebrides. One in Little Hangleton, which was about forty miles south of London. The sixth piece, and the vessel, was located several miles south-west of Liverpool. He had ten hours to make everything work. Once again at the speed of light, Harry shot down into orbit, his eyes setting on the fragment in Wiltshire. Malfoy Manor.
Within a moment, he was hovering over the manor in question, his green eyes boring down on the estate. The grounds of Malfoy Manor were silent, almost serene in the moonlight. But Harry could feel the darkness radiating from the estate, curling around the building like unseen smoke. They flashed once again as he scanned the interior, looking for the artifact. Harry spotted it in Abraxus Malfoy's study. Harry hovered over the estate for only a moment, examining the wards surrounding the manor. He placed a hand against the edge of the barrier, a soft golden light emanating from his palm. Emerald light spread from his hand throughout the wards, finding each weak point before unravelling the defense with surgical precision. Once the wards had completely crumbled to the ground, Harry descended further down.
He flew through one of the open windows on the second floor, landing inside a restroom. The faint smell of rosemary caught Harry's nose as he silently moved through the home. He thought of Lucius Malfoy's sneering face and Draco Malfoy's obnoxious personality. Harry shook the memories away, though. This wasn't about the Malfoy's—it was about Voldemort's diary. Eventually, Harry made it to the study where the diary resided, finding Abraxus Malfoy inside. The man was sitting at the desk in the center of the room, nursing a glass of wine while examining a stack of parchment. He was completely unaware of Harry's presence as he stepped through the threshold of the study.
"The diary," Harry spoke, his voice charmed to be much deeper than his normal voice.
Abraxus' head shot up at Harry's statement, his eyes widening in shock as his hand reaching for his wand. Harry's eyes glowed a bright emerald green. A millisecond later, two emerald green lasers shot across the room, cutting straight through the man's wrist. Abraxus cried out in pain as his hand fell from his wrist, falling onto the table. The beams of energy swept against the desk, cutting the wand in half as well. Before Abraxus could so much as move from his wounded position, Harry had crossed the room, grabbing Abraxus by the throat.
Abraxus slowly raised his right hand, motioning to one of the drawers of his desk. Several enchantments laid on the drawer, indicating that it was cursed to only open for a Malfoy. With ease, Harry clenched his fist, tearing right through the man's throat. Blood splattered across Harry's hood as Abraxus' lifeless body collapsed to the floor. Turning back to the desk, Harry grabbed the drawer and easily tore it open, finding a black diary sitting inside. Without hesitation, his heat vision kicked on, sending two beams of energy through the diary. The diary itself burst into flames, a black mist escaping the confines of the book. The face of Lord Voldemort appeared within the mist, letting out a blood-curling scream before disappearing from the study. One down. Four to go.
The storm was fierce, waves crashing against the jagged rocks as if the sea itself were trying to warn others to stay away. Harry landed with barely a splash, his feet steady on the slippery rocks. The cave holding the second fragment loomed ahead, dark and eerily welcoming. The wards surrounding the cave were different. Ancient and primal. Evidence of Voldemort's immense paranoia. Harry's senses picked apart the enchantments, his mind quickly mapping the wards structures like he had above Malfoy Manor. Placing his hand against the ward itself, Harry released a controlled burst of solar energy, watching with amusement as Voldemort's meticulous warding was torn to literal pieces that began to fall from the sky.
Harry stepped into the cold cave, the air heavy with a stench of decay. Harry ignored it, though, focusing instead on the fragment ahead. Eventually, he encountered the clearing where the fragment was held. A small patch of land with a basin at the center which contained the fragment. Surrounding the small patch of land was a lake, which Harry knew housed the decay he both sensed and smelled. As soon as he touched down on the land, the water began to stir. His eyes surveyed the water surrounding him, his amusement only growing as the creatures below the surface stirred.
The Inferi emerged slowly, their dead eyes locking onto him with conviction. He was aware of these creatures. Magical zombies created by dark wizards to carry out their bidding. The Inferi were only weak to beheading and fire, two things Harry was very good at. These creatures, no doubt created by Voldemort to guard his Horcrux, had been designed to instill terror in anyone who dared trespass into the cave.
Harry wasn't just anyone.
The red and gold glow around him intensified, illuminating the cavern in warm, radiant light. The Inferi continued up the beach of the island, completely unaware of the carnage awaiting them. Their decayed flesh smoked under the onslaught of solar energy, though they continued to march toward Harry. The former Gladiator raised his hand, unleashing a pulse of heat that vaporized the nearest wave of undead. He held the heat above him, watching with satisfaction as the rest retreated into the shadows. They seemed unwilling to challenge the living sun above the water.
The Inferi dealt with, Harry turned back to the central basin. Harry's eyes glistened with energy as he examined the basin with his vision. He spotted the locket submerged beneath the glowing potion. He could feel the dark magic radiating from it. Malevolent and unyielding. Voldemort's trap required the potion to be drunk to access the locket. A clever deterrent. One that held no power here. Using his heat vision once again, Harry cut the basin in half. The potion spilled out onto the ground below, revealing the locket within. Removing a small container from one of the pouches on his belt, Harry tossed the locket inside before returning the container to his pouch.
Harry took a deep breath, his senses already locking onto his next target: Little Hangleton. Harry shot out of the cave and into the sky, a black streak cutting through the darkness.
The village of Little Hangleton was shrouded in mist, its rolling hills dotted with shadows of long-abandoned homes and withered trees. Harry descended from the sky, landing silently near the edge of the decrepit village, his footsteps making no sound as he approached the shack. The building was a decaying ruin, its walls sagging with age and neglect. Yet even in its crumbling state, the surrounding air thrummed with dark energy. The Gaunt family's legacy of hatred and obsession clung to the land like a curse. Harry's enhanced senses picked up the faint, toxic hum of enchantments laced through the structure. The magic was old. Crude in its construction but still potent.
Harry approached the door, his eyes examining the wards. Once again, he spotted them with ease. The layers of protections surrounding the building laid out for Harry to see, much as they had been outside of Malfoy Manor and the cave. Placing his hand against the barrier, Harry once again released a surge of energy. Once the protective wards had crumbled into dust around the shack, he approached the front door. He effortlessly passed through the closed door, tearing a hole through it as he stepped into the entryway.
Inside, the air was suffocating. Thick with decay and latent malice echoing from the Gaunt family's dark magic. The faint smell of mold and mildew mixed with the hatred surrounding the magic, creating a depressing atmosphere. The room itself was sparse, only furnished with a crooked table and a rickety chair. Harry's eyes flashed momentarily as he surveyed the interior, his vision focusing on a faint glimmer beneath the rotting floorboards. Bending down, he ripped the boards from the floor, sending it flying into the roof.
The opening revealed a crude wooden box. It was covered in protective runes that shimmered faintly in the dim light. The ring within pulsed with malevolence, its dark energy coiling outward like an invisible serpent. Upon opening the box, he spotted the ring in question. A golden ring with an onyx-black stone embedded at the top. Harry knew what it was. The Resurrection Stone. One of the three Deathly Hallows. Harry was aware of the other two and their locations as well. The Elder Wand was with Albus Dumbledore. The Cloak of Invisibility was in the hands of James Potter. He could unite them, but he knew that wasn't a good idea.
Harry's gaze lingered on the Resurrection Stone for a moment. Memories of loved ones tugged on his mind as he resisted the idea of combining the Hallows. Their faces flashed before him like ghosts in the periphery of his vision. James and Lily. Sirius. Hermione. Ron. Luna. Neville. They seemed so close and yet just out of reach. He knew he would never see them again. These Hallows were linked to this universe and this universe's souls. James, Lily, and Sirius were still alive. Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Neville hadn't been born yet. Possessing the Resurrection Stone would do nothing for him at the moment.
Taking the ring carefully in his hand, Harry examined it for a moment and the curse that laid upon it. It was intricate. A masterpiece of Voldemort's cruelty designed to destroy anyone who dared touch it. But Harry wasn't just anyone. His enhanced resilience and his solar energy shielded him from its worst effects. Channeling precise pulses of solar energy through his fingertips, Harry carefully neutralized the curse, each thread of dark magic disintegrating under his touch. When the last remnants of the curse dissolved, he pried the Resurrection Stone free from the ring.
With the enchantment and curses gone and the Resurrection Stone detached, Harry placed the ring on the ground and allowed his heat vision to slice the ring in half. Once again, a black mist rose from the broken ring, letting out a blood curling scream before flying off out the door of the shack. Three down, two to go. Pulling out a container from his pouch once again, Harry carefully placed the Resurrection Stone inside before returning the container to the pouch on his belt. Peering down at his watch, Harry smiled. Ahead of schedule. He had some time to kill. Shooting out of the shack through the roof, Harry flew at the speed of light toward the sun. He wanted to recharge before he finished this.
Hour 2 - 9:08pm - August 2nd, 1976 - Earth - Universe Designation: 1.638.2
His trip to Hogwarts had been quick. He wasn't there to fix the wards or submit his lesson plans, meaning all he had to do was get in, enter the Room of Hidden Things, find the diadem, and place it inside the secure pouch on his belt that held the Locket. Once he had it, he exited the room and flew out one of the open windows on the seventh floor, heading for his next target. Gringotts Bank in London. He had a very pointed conversation that needed to be had with the Goblins that worked there. Both about the dark artifact lying in their vaults and their future in the wizarding world. Very exciting stuff.
Harry flew over the City of London. Wanting to avoid being spotted by the no-maj and any magicals, Harry apparated midair, appearing with a Crack! on the main street of Diagon Alley. Given it was a little past nine in the evening, there were few still traversing the alley. A few dark-aligned wizards and witches moved out of Knockturn Alley, while several shop owners were in the process of closing down for the night. Harry pulled down his hood, revealing his glamoured face. He now had long blonde hair with locks that blocked his lightning-bolt scar from view. His emerald green eyes had also shifted to a deep blue shade. Disguised to avoid detection, Harry quickly made his way into Gringotts Bank.
The inside was exactly as he remembered it. A vast marble hall stretching along the length of the building with doors leading off to the vault passageways with around a hundred goblins sitting at them. The vaults themselves stretched miles beneath London, connected by passageways Harry had never been able to decipher or understand while studying in the Domus Mortis. And that was saying something, given Harry had gone out of his way to learn everything there was to learn about the goblins and Gringotts.
So when Harry reached the Head Goblin manning the podium at the end of the hall, which separated the hall from the offices behind it, Harry spoke in the goblins native tongue. "Gronth mal'karn, dralthravok. Krash vel'tharn grith gorn thrul'valn Thragnorlash'gron. Thrasharn kor vul'drak Voldemort'gor nar grol'mok vel'vorth gortharn," The sentences roughly translated to...Honored greetings, vault keeper. I seek dialogue with the chief of this grand establishment. It concerns the dishonourable Lord Voldemort and the current climate of this diseased world.
The Head Goblin manning the podium raised an eyebrow, his interest peaked as he leaned down to face Harry. The goblin took a moment to examine Harry's appearance and clothing before speaking. "Vorn thrak'nor grith vel'tharn groth?" And who wishes to engage in this dialogue?
Harry bowed, the guttural language escaping his lips. He took note of the other goblins nearby examining the interaction with interest. It was exceedingly rare for a wizard to speak the goblin language fluently. Some tried, though they were farm from masters. It was just as rare to see a wizard show such respect to a goblin. Most wizards in this time period looked down on goblins and magical creatures. "Nak'dor Harrek Jaemes Pottar. Thrak'nor vel'korr groth'tarn vyrn'thrall greshok'tor anor, vayl'rak Pottar'khazarn. Gor'dak vorr vel'mord myrn tor'skav." My name is Harry James Potter. I wish to speak with the chief and the manager of the vaults of this establishment. Specifically, the Potter vaults. I will have proof of identity for them to see.
The Head Goblin's eyebrow remained raised, though he continued to examine Harry with a bit of distrust. He turned to one of the goblins nearby and nodded. The younger goblin quickly retreated behind the podium, moving toward the offices. It took only a few moments before the young goblin returned with two goblins in tow. Harry recognized them immediately. Ragnok, the goblin in charge or running and maintaining Gringotts. And Torvik, the manager of the Potter, Black, and Longbottom accounts. He had died shortly before Harry started attending Hogwarts, with the three accounts remaining in limbo until the Domus Mortis arrived and destroyed everything. Now though, the goblin was very alive.
Torvik examined Harry for a moment. "My associate, Zock, says you go by the name Harry Potter. I was unaware the Potters sired another child,"
Harry smiled. The glamour charms he had placed on himself were not strong. Certainly not strong enough to deter the goblins natural ability to detect them. The three goblins in front of him knew he was hiding his true appearance from them. He refused to reveal himself here. His voice lowered to a whisper. "I am indeed Harry Potter. I will provide proof of my identity once we are in the privacy of an office,"
Torvik and Ragnok exchanged a cautious look, before Ragnok nodded. He turned and began walking toward the hallway lined with dozens of offices behind the podium. Torvik gave Harry another cautious expression before following behind his boss, motioning for Harry to follow. A minute later and the three were in Ragnok's office. Ragnok took his seat, examining Harry with interest while Torvik stood at his right side. Harry remained standing. He bowed to the chief goblin seated before him, speaking once more in Grimnash. "Vrash tharak mok, Grishnakh-vorek. Kharak d'molg krath vun'duk thorakh malak'dorn vok gathrok." Thank you for speaking with me, Chief Overseer. May your enemies suffer fates worse than death by your hands.
Ragnok raised an eyebrow at the greeting. He bowed his head slightly. His eyes narrowed, however, when Harry released his glamours. His blonde hair shrunk and returned to jet-black, his deep blue eyes returning to their natural shade of green. The two goblins didn't move an inch, though they continued to examine Harry with caution. Ragnok soon spoke. "You are indeed, Harry Potter?"
"I am,"
"And your proof?" asked Torvik.
"My memories," Harry turned to Ragnok. "With your permission, I would like to remove memories from my mind and place them within a Pensieve for yourself and Vaultkeeper Torvik to review. Once you both have examined my memories, you can choose whether to hear me out,"
Ragnok continued to look at Harry for another few minutes. Eventually, his mouth shifted into a foul grin. He leaned forward, his nails sliding over the desk as he spoke. "We will examine your memories, so-called Potter. Torvik will review them first. I will do so afterwards. After that, we will conduct our own investigation. I believe a blood-test will be more than adequate along with your memories to prove your identity,"
"Very well," Harry nodded.
Torvik snapped his fingers. A pensieve appeared over the table, hovering between Harry and Ragnok. Not one to waste time, Harry placed the tip of his finger against his right temple. In a display of wandless and wordless magic unseen by someone his 'age', Harry pulled a thin string of pure blue magic from his mind. He dropped the memories into the pensieve, watching them disperse into black mist. Harry leaned back as Torvik closed his eyes and placed his hand inside the water. This would take a while.
Hour 3 - 10:26pm - August 2nd, 1976 - Earth - Universe Designation: 1.638.2
By the time Ragnok exited the memories, both goblins held looks of pure disbelief. And Harry hadn't even shown them all of it. He showed them bits of his original life. His mother's death. Pieces of his life with the Dursley's, his acceptance to Hogwarts, the Philosopher's Stone event, the Basilisk, the Triwizard Tournament, and the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. Harry then showed them his capture by the Domus Mortis, his time there, and his eventual escape. There were of course many things he hadn't shown him. Harry couldn't afford to tell anyone all of his secrets. Those were reserved only for himself.
Ragnok removed a large piece of parchment from his desk, placing it on the polished wooden surface before addressing Harry. "I have examined many sets of memories in my lifetime. If it wasn't for that fact, I would question the validity of your memories and your sanity. But those, at first watch, don't seem fabricated. This blood test will validate your claims,"
"Understood, Chief Overseer," Harry produced a small pocket-knife from his robes. The hard-light structure of the knife allowed him to cut into his palm with a substantial amount of pressure. Placing his hand over the table, Harry allowed his blood to fall onto the parchment. The magic took over, spreading the blood across the parchment until words began to form. The cut on Harry's hand healed instantly as the two goblins examined the information on the paper. Both seemed shocked and conflicted.
"Well...it seems things have taken quite the turn," Ragnok tapped his elongated nail on the parchment, motioning for Torvik to read it. The goblin did so, his eyes widening at what he saw. Ragnok looked back up at Harry. "I was mistaken," Harry frowned. He didn't like where this was going. Goblins very rarely admitted to any faults. If they did so, it was worded much better than that. His thoughts were confirmed when Ragnok continued. "The blood test does not validate your claims. I will need a magical oath to clear all doubts,"
"I don't see that being an issue," Harry said. He understood without doubt why Ragnok and Torvik were conflicted. He had absurd memories detailing adventures to different universes. His blood test no doubt also contradicted the Lordships of both Fleamont Potter and Arcturus Black III. It was all very confusing stuff. So, Harry raised his gloved right hand and spoke. "I, Harry James Potter, swear on both my life and my magic that my memories are truthful and the results of my blood test are accurate. So mote it be," A white light swirled around his arm at the end of the oath. But he wasn't done. "Ik, Harrek Jaemes Pottar, grazht zor lohirm guh mazik zah dinahr reknok dohtar zhig-uth vahom. Dokat throngral zeknath var." It was the same oath, only spoken in the goblin language Grimnash. A yellow light pulsed around him, indicating that the goblin magic surrounding Gringotts noted his oath as real and true.
"It was both brave and stupid to speak that oath as you did," Torvik warned.
"I speak the truth. Thus, there was no negative to issuing both oaths," Harry replied with a shrug.
Ragnok sighed. "That is true," He spun the blood-test around, pushing it toward Harry to see. Harry took a moment to examine it while Ragnok spoke. "Forgive us for our caution. We have had many experiences with those travelling through time. We have yet to experience levels of dimensional travel such as this. My humblest apologies,"
"No apologies necessary, Chief Overseer. Your vigilance is warranted. I would be cautious of myself if I wasn't me. But now that my identity is proven, I wished to discuss a few matters with you," Harry said, his eyes scanning the blood-inked parchment. What he saw there didn't surprise him. His blood and magic indicated that he was the Lord of four different Houses. House Potter, House Black, House Peverell, and House Gryffindor. Of course, only the first two were real ancient and noble houses. The other two were merely honorary Houses, given honorary yet useless seats at the Wizengamot for appearance's sake. It was the holdings of each house that surprised him.
The Ancient and Noble House of Potter was a light-aligned house with centuries of prestige, history, and artifacts that made it one of the most influential houses of the 20th century. The Lord of House Potter was entitled to ownership of three different properties, three vaults within Gringotts, and a number of ancient artifacts tied to the Potter and Peverell name. The properties were familiar to Harry. Potter Manor, which was located south of Godric's Hallow. Potter's Grove, a small getaway home in the Scottish Highlands. And the Silverwatch Tower, a fortified magical outpost lost to time somewhere in Cornwall.
The three vaults were also familiar. Vaults 687, 444, and 111. Vault 687 was the Treasury Vault, which Harry had gained access to in his first year in his first life. The vault held fifty thousand galleons at all times, and contained a number of magical contracts and jewellery tied to House Potter. Vault 444 was the Ancestral Vault, where the sum of the Potter's fortune lied. It contained several hundred thousand galleons, ancient artifacts steeped in centuries of history, family heirlooms, and more. Vault 111 was the Memorial Vault. It contained the portraits of past Potters, as well as documents or artifacts detailing the Potters' connections to the Peverell and Gryffindor lines.
The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black was a notoriously dark and borderline grey house with a reputation for craziness and inbred relations. Harry had gain lordship over this house with the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, the former lord. Now, both blood and magic agreed he had a claim of ownership of the House, making him its Lord once again. This aligned with the ownership of several dozen properties (including 12 Grimmauld Place), three vaults, and a number of ancient and notoriously dark artifacts.
The vaults caught Harry's focus. Vaults 711, 999, and 322. Vault 711 was the Treasury Vault. While the Potter's treasury vault acted as more of a trust vault, the Black Treasury Vault held the entirety of the Black family's fortune. Just a couple of hundred thousand galleons from a million gold coins sat in the vault. A stupid amount of wealth. Vault 999 was the Legacy Vault. It contained the portraits of past Black's, historical documents, cursed objects, and any other contracts or historical items were deemed of importance. Vault 322 was marked as the 'Forbidden Vault'. This vault held the darkest and most cursed objects, tomes, and experiments the Black's could conjure. Not even the goblins dared investigate what lied within.
The Peverell's had been a rather secluded and small family. Thus, they only had the need for one vault within Gringotts. Vault 773 contained a few thousand galleons, a few shelves worth of odd trinkets, and three black chests said to hold the Peverell's most treasured artifacts. Of course, Harry knew the true whereabouts of the Deathly Hallows, but he would allow those who believe it to believe.
The Gryffindor holdings were what surprised Harry the most. He had expected a few thousand galleons like the Peverell's vault, but instead he found several hundred thousand galleons in one of the two Gryffindor vaults. Vaults 399 and 607. Vault 399 was the Gryffindor Treasury Vault, containing nearly four hundred thousand galleons, a trunk full of Godric Gryffindor's personal belongings, a library of Gryffindor's favorite books, and a number of the families ancient heirlooms. Vault 607 was the 'Founder's Vault'. It held a number of ancient texts describing the creation of Hogwarts and the legacy Godric left behind. It also contained three ancient and forgotten artifacts. The Sword of Gryffindor, the Shield of Valour, and the Gryffindor Banner. The sword was notorious in Hogwarts legend, though the shield and banner had been lost in time.
In all, Harry now had claims to over a billion galleons, investments that equalled more than a billion galleons, hundreds of useful artifacts, and dozens of homes across the world. Harry finally looked up from the document, his eyes shifting between Ragnok and Torvik. "As I said before, I have a number of things I would like to discuss. Firstly, the Horcrux located within the Lestrange family vault,"
"Yes, we witnessed that in your memories," Ragnok nodded. He turned to Torvik. "Grab Griphook. Have him retrieve the artifact and bring it here," Torvik bowed, bowing to Harry as well before quickly exiting the room.
Harry and Ragnok waiting a moment until Torvik returned, having instructed Griphook to retrieve Hufflepuff's Cup from the Lestrange Vault. Once Torvik was back at Ragnok's side, Harry continued. "I next wanted to discuss the current political climate of Great Britain, and the effect Lord Voldemort's rise has caused on both the Ministry and magicals relations with non-magicals and magical creatures,"
"Given you are from a future similar to our own, I am sure you have many ideas how to revolutionize this universe," said Ragnok. "State your case, Lord Potter, and we will discuss this with the High Council,"
"Very well, Chief Overseer," Harry bowed. He took only a second to collect his thoughts before addressing the two goblins. "In the past three hours, I have located and seized control of four of Voldemort's five Horcruxes that tie him to the material plane. Once Hufflepuff's Cup arrives in this office, I will have obtained all five. Once I destroy them and the soul fragments inside, I'll be able to kill Voldemort and his followers once and for all. By the time the Ministry officials arrived for work tomorrow, a power vacuum will have been formed. Voldemort will be no more, and the followers he has pulling strings in the Wizengamot will have 'mysteriously disappeared'. That is when I plan to make a move,"
Ragnok and Torvik were now completely immersed in Harry's plan. Which was good. He needed to have their complete support if he wanted to make this easier. Harry could make his plans work without them, but it was better if they were there. He continued. "I plan to levy my new power in the Wizengamot along with my families alliances to the Longbottom's, Bones', and other light and grey families to overturn recent laws passed within the Wizengamot. With Dumbledore as Supreme Mugwump, it will only take a few meetings to undo all the damage done to this country in the past decades. With a few well thought plans, we can start introducing laws that better the positions of goblins, magical creatures, and even non-magicals,"
Torvik leaned forward. "And, if I may ask, how do the Goblins tie into this ambitious plan of yours?"
"Well, it's a well-kept secret that goblins are the backbone of magical society. Without you, our economy would be in shambles and our lives would no doubt be miserable. After all, it's your craftsmanship and skill in metalworking that provides us with most of the amenities we enjoy in our day-to-day lives," Harry explained. Torvik's mouth widened in a toothy smile. Ragnok merely examined Harry with interest. "But there is something else wizards aren't aware of. Your numbers. People assume the goblins are low in numbers nowadays, especially after the Purge in the late 1890s after Ranrock's Rebellion. But the truth of the matter is that goblins have been reproducing at record rates in the past eighty years. If a rebellion broke out right now and the goblins were aligned with the right people, they could stand a chance of winning against wizards,"
"This one is smart," Ranrok said, motioning to Harry. Torvik nodded, his toothy grin still wide. "Are you suggesting we rebel?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Even you will admit you have a pretty good thing going with Gringotts and the state of goblinkind. What I'm suggesting is that you use your numbers to make the Ministry of Magic nervous. I also propose an alliance between myself and the entirety of goblinkind. The High Council of Gringotts. The Master Guilds. The Clans. The Assembly. My wish is to align myself with goblinkind while goblinkind aligns itself to me. One shared goal of complete unity. I fight for goblin rights and the rights of all magical creatures. Goblinkind supports my goal and offers assistance in any way you can,"
Ragnok frowned. "That is a very serious request. The High Council has never aligned itself to a wizard. Alignments and alliances are reserved for individual clans and guilds,"
"The status-quo needs to change if we want real progress to be made," Harry replied. He lowered his head, speaking in Grimnash. "Thrag nor kahm vrekt duthe gawrn gokarzhk vur'than. Grekt daz veknor vor thragk. Veknor gresh, thrag gron dut zeknath." One cannot perfect their craft without first expirimenting. Failure must arise before success. When one fails, they must get up and try again. "The world as we know it is no success story. Britain has failed time and time again in the last few decades. But there is still hope for success. Someone just needs to take the steps needed to make it happen,"
"Your true age reflects in your wisdom, Lord Potter," Ragnok said. "I will speak with the High Council as well as the Assembly. While I cannot guarantee any kind of alliance, I will fight for this mission,"
Harry bowed. "You have my permission to use my memories and proof of identity to convince them. If you would be willing to request my appearance at one of their meetings to plead my case, that would also be appreciated,"
Ragnok shook his head. "The High Council may tolerate a wizard within their chambers. Even one as powerful as yourself. They may also forbid it,"
Harry frowned. "If I made an Unbreakable Vow right now, indicating my loyalty to goblinkind and the future of human-goblin relations,"
"An...unbreakable vow. You know that will kill you if you in any way go against goblinkind, right?" Torvik questioned.
"Not if we word it correctly," Ragnok interjected.
Harry smiled. "If we word it in a way that my loyalties align with the betterment of goblinkind as a whole and human-goblin relations, then no one goblin or goblin group can indicate I betrayed my word. It will only be if I do something that disrupts the betterment of goblins as a whole species that the vow will go into effect,"
"I am open to this vow," Ragnok nodded.
"I have the best object in mind for this," Harry said. With the snap of his fingers, he conjured a chalice that had been locked away inside the Potter's Vault 444. The Stalwart Chalice. An artifact used in magical treaties stretching back to the late 14th century. Harry once again removed his hard-light knife from his belt and used it to carefully cut into his left palm. Ragnok removed a small blade from his desk, which he used to cut into his own left palm. The two clasped each other's hands over the wooden table, with Harry positioning the chalice beneath them. With their blood mixing and dripping down into the chalice, Ragnok began.
"Kargath, Harrek Jaemes Pottar, gron thrak gothal uravash, krak darun vulgal nur'koth goblogar, nar-thrag vul arvor murdar gokarzhk gothal goblok urkan vekar thrag'ar gothal nar'than or vor gothan ar'ethan?" Do you, Harry James Potter, swear to honor the autonomy, dignity, and sovereignty of goblinkind, never raising wand nor hand against our people except in the defense of your own life or that of another innocent being?
"Thrag nor thrak uravash, vulgal, nur'koth goblogar urkan vekor thrak goblok vekar thrag ar ur'koth gothan vur nar'than ar'ethan," I swear to uphold the sovereignty, dignity, and autonomy of goblinkind and will act against no goblin unless in defense of life and innocence.
"Kargath, Harrek Jaemes Pottar, gron vulk drar goblogar vor nar'dhor vul dregith gothan vulgalar, vekar gorn'koth gothan in'kal vor jaluth thar'dor humanar, vur gron vul thrak gothan thrag uravash gothar vor gothlogar ur'koth?" Do you vow to defend goblinkind from unjust persecution by wizardkind, to be our voice in the halls of human power, and to advocate for a future of mutual respect and equality between goblins and wizards?
"Thrag nor vulk drar goblogar vor nar'dhor vul dregith, vekar thrak uravash vor gothlogar ur'koth, vur veknor ur'kal vor gothar in'thar humanar goth," I vow to defend goblinkind from unjust persecution, to advocate for our mutual respect and equality, and to represent your voice in the halls of wizarding power.
Harry paused. "Kargath, Ragnok, gron gothal nur azak vur vekath urkan Thrak-Arnam goblogar vor korn'drah nar'thrak vor gothlogar ar jaluth gothal veknar, urkan veknor nar'koth vor murdar nar'than thrak dar'koth nor ar'kal gothal, gothlok vur ar'kranak?" Do you, Ragnok, swear on your honor and magic as the High Overseer of the goblins to protect me from harm by your kind or any technicalities within this vow, ensuring no malicious interpretations or acts are taken against me, my bloodline, or my allies?
"Thrag nor murdar Harrek Jaemes Pottar vor korn goblogar ar jaluth veknar gothan vor thrak-ar'ar. Gothlok, ar'kal vur ar'kranak vekar nar'dhor vor thrak'ar goth," I swear to protect you, Harry James Potter, from harm by goblinkind or any malicious interpretations of this vow. Neither you nor your bloodline shall be targeted unjustly under its terms.
Ragnok continued. "Kargath, Harrek Jaemes Pottar, thrak vor dhar gothlok vor Gothmur Voldemort, veknar jaluth drar goblogar vur humanar, vur veknor gothal nur murdar vor goblogar vekar nar'goth vor nar'kal?" Do you, Harry James Potter, swear to pursue the downfall of the dark wizard Voldemort, whose tyranny threatens goblins and wizards alike, and to honor goblinkind's assistance in this shared endeavor?
"Thrag vor dhar Gothmur Voldemort, veknor gothal nur murdar vor goblogar, vur veknor thrak gothan veknar nar'goth vur gothal vekar nar'dhor ar'uravash." I swear to pursue Voldemort's downfall, to honor goblinkind's assistance, and to secure a future where his tyranny and its echoes hold no sway.
Torvik took a step to the end of the table, placing a hand over Harry and Ragnok's joined hands. "Goth thak nor veknar vor azak, vekath, vur ar'kal. Nar'thrak karn veknor murdar, vor veknar dar'koth nar'gorn vekal dror gothrok." This vow is sealed by life, magic, and bloodline. Let neither party falter, for the cost of betrayal shall be eternal. A bright white and yellow light surrounded Harry and Ragnok's hands and forearms, sealing the vow. Harry grabbed hold of the chalice containing his and Ragnok's combined blood. After drinking from it, he passed it to Ragnok, who did the same. It was when the vow was finalized that Griphook entered the office.
The older goblin was carrying a small bag, which Harry knew contained Hufflepuff's Cup. Harry also took note of the small cut on Griphook's right cheek, and the blood dripping down to his jawline. He tossed the bag to Harry, who effortless caught it before opening the bag. The cup was wiggling inside at the bottom, appearing to be a cursed and scared object. Griphook let out a low growl. "The cup put up a lot of trouble,"
"I can tell," Harry said. His lips twitched slightly in the form of a smile as he pulled the cup from the bag. Griphook moved to warn him, but his words were halted as Harry effortlessly placed the now still cup on the table. Reaching into the pouch on his belt, Harry removed four containers, placing their contents onto the table. The diary, the locket, the ring, and the diadem. The diadem, locket, and cup still contained their Horcruxes. The diary and ring had been neutralized. Harry motioned to the five items. "Voldemort's five and only Horcruxes. The diary and ring are neutralized. I just need to purge the diadem, locket, and cup of their soul fragments. After that, Voldemort will be mortal once again,"
Ragnok nodded. "Mortal enough to kill permenantly,"
"Do you have the means to purge the fragments?"
"I do,"
Ragnok finally got to his feet, stepping away from the desk. "Well then, let us begin,"
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