"Profit is profit," another said looking over the arena. "Still to risk so much for so little is not a wise move. Did you see the group that was following him? He has to be skilled and trained enough if he is taking on students at the least. One never knows what they will do, the matron always mentioned them as being able to be faster than vampires, stronger than trolls, and able to do both their own battle and calling their minions. Some can even delve into blood and the soul to dangerous levels, while others can delve into the immaterial to see what was and what can be. I was on a tomb raiding and one of the rookie curse breakers came close to getting us all killed. One of the priests had a bound spirit to animate some nasty golems, and you know what a pain that is. It shrugged off the weapons and spells like they were nothing. The guy deactivated it and if it hadn't been than we would be short more than a few teams."

"I had heard about that," he replied in interest. "Still one of them coming up anywhere in Europe is a pain as the ministries seem to restrict them. Elsewhere is not as bad trying to find one, though most are trained and not born. That there is a black necromancer and while any of that family can learn some of the spells that does not allow them to be like that one is unless they are born and dedicated to it. Does anyone else think this is going to seriously restructure the factions?"

"Whoever is backing Griphook is going to be in serious investigation," another said as he saw the two combatants move to stand and face each other. "You know that most necromancers that rent their services out charge in platinum and not gold. Having one aligned with a faction would be quite profitable."

"True," he said with a smirk. "Although I can see someone trying to remove an untrained one if it risks their faction's position. Not saying that was what happened, but still doing something like this and what the little Knut thief was doing was foolish. The families don't care what we do to halfbloods, but mess with their money and they would make the last concessions look tame..."

They stopped talking as the scene began to settle. They did want to hear what the two would say to each other. The verbal banter of these fights was almost as amusing as the fights themselves. At least unlike the last arrogant wizard who tried to fight without a wand, this one should at least put up a fight. That the Black family was known to wield something akin to wandless Fiendfyre was a known to the old families, and the other magical races; however, it was not known to the muggleborns do to the fact that far too many at one time had been jealous of the magic inherent in certain bloodlines. Short of rituals some magic just did not come in the reach of average wizards. The gifts of the families and magical races were just those things that were something that the luck of birth resulted in.

"You are going to die, human filth," Griphook said as he drew his blade from its sheath. "For too long our faction and clan has suffered the irrelevance of wizard and goblin alike. Your death will cleanse me of the shame you try to force on me!"

"If you had done your job and let yourself not be swayed by the words of a meddlesome old man, than you could have profited from things," Harry said as he looked at the goblin as he let his daggers slip into his hands. "Still the time for words have passed, you dwarf armed fey fingered spawn of a human's bitch and a troll. Now prepare yourself for your life's blood will be spilt this day!"

"Now that your barbs are dealt with," the proceeding goblin said. "Fight!"

With their fight started, they began to move. The pair was rather quick to attack each other. Griphook started to move forward to cleave the boy in two. He believed that he could in one swing defeat the boy and thus he can dismiss his threat to him, his clan and his faction. Goblins were far quicker than normal humans and it was this fact that often equalized the rapid offensive magic that wizards preferred to the slower yet more potent spells of the goblins.

Harry had moved into a slide under Griphook's swing. Unlike a normal human, he was fast enough to dart between his legs before the sword had swung even below his shoulder. Griphook felt a moment of uncertainty that something was wrong before his eyes widened when the human in his path blurred away. He staggered as he felt blood suddenly gushing from his slit stomach. The next thing he knew was that his legs collapsed under him. He swung his head to see that the ground was disturbed.

'The boy sliced me and then blurred around to cut my legs into uselessness,' Griphook thought in shock. 'I didn't even land my swing! What the hell is he?'

"Now, Griphook," Harry said seeming to materialize in front of him. "Don't be like that. You should just understand that actions have consequences..."

"Shut up human!" he snarled from where he was sprawled on the ground. "You think that you can beat me like this? I am a goblin warrior and no human brat will defeat me!"

"You seem to be under the impression that I am a mere human," Harry said as he held out the two daggers for Griphook to see. "Do you really think that a mere human could gut you let alone cripple you? I am a necromancer and it seems you have forgotten what that means..."

"You are probably some half breed or jumped up on potions," Griphook said dismissively. "There are potions mere wizards brew to grant them speed to try to match that of goblins..."

"You really are a piece of work," Harry said with a laugh. "Here you are facing certain death and you are still so arrogant. Oh by the way, that was vampiric speed. It's amazing what one can get if they can find an old enough vampire to sacrifice. Now be a good little traitor and die!"

"You can't scare me!" Griphook said with irritable certainty. "I don't need my legs to kill you. Just get close enough and I will finish you!"

Harry stalked forward with a laugh as the bloodstone around his neck started to pulse with his heart beat. It was obvious when one got used to magic users that they tended to keep their magic constrained as the more powerful one was the more they were apparent in their power. It was a subtle pressure for most and it took people getting to the level of Dumbledore, Voldemort and the like to have a physically manifesting aura. The black flicker that surrounded Harry was enough to start to change Griphook's mood.

"I really don't think that you believe that anymore," Harry said as he started to allow numerous fire balls and shapes to swirl around him. "Still you should accept that you will be compensating for the interference that you caused. It would be rather wasteful to simply destroy your body when it can be put to use; a shame that I must disappoint the crowd with this. Still the loss of your flesh for the purpose of giving your meaningless life value is not that terrible of a loss..."

Griphook was now actually showing his fear as he tried to scrabble away from his approaching killer. With his lower legs crippled, his speed was quite limited and was hampered even more so with his intestines spilt out and trailing as he moved. Sure he was swinging his sword to keep him back but it was a futile effort and he knew it. Still he was quite determined to survive. Which would bend first, his pride or his survival?

It was not until Harry had smacked the sword from his shacking hand that Griphook was forced to accept his position. Still it was clear in his eyes that he was in a situation. Harry smirked as he saw the realization form in his eyes. He savored the air with a deep breath and tasted the pungently sweet smell of fear now pouring off the goblin. Harry's smirk turned feral at how intoxicating the goblin's terror was. There was something more than decadent in the inhuman's pheromones. His teeth were bared down at Griphook and the clear sharp fangs visible in his open mouth.

"No!" Griphook shouted as he wiggled back even as he wished he could cry out from the pain but he was too proud to do that even now. "Stay back!"

"Blood which is the source of life," Harry spoke solemnly as he approached, "Flesh that is consumed to live, Soul that drives and effects, and the mind that directs all actions; consume the blood oh spirits and grant surcease for the actions of the damned. Flesh made twisted by the wicked tongue, be sloughed off. Let this damned soul know not peace or absolution. Let this defiler and oath breaker serve loyally in death where he failed to in life. Twisted sleepers feast on this dog's lifeblood. Bones blackened by the dark passions be sanctified in this sacrifice."

"Agh!" Griphook gasped as the spasms started to wrack his body. "Stop it!"

"With this blood spilled of this unworthy foe," Harry intoned as he stepped over the pooling organs to rest against Griphook's chest and placed his dagger to the goblin's throat, "let his fate be known. Value of precious metals more than honor in life let the bones be changed. Silver, gold and platinum are the metals known. Change now the bones to what the soul so yearned. Valued more than metals noble they shall be. Immortality in agony you shall be. So it is declared, so mote it be!"

The unholy screams that poured from Griphook were chilling even to the battle hardened goblins. Only a small number were able to visibly repress the horror at what was happening in front of them. Griphook was gurgling blood as it ran freely towards the ground. Once it had hit the sands of the arena, the blood flowed into a complicated pattern surrounding the two with Griphook's soon to be corpse at the center. The blood flowed away leaving marks that turned black as they were ignited in fire. The sight suddenly became more horrific as Griphook suddenly was skinned alive with his parted skin pealed as one piece off of his flesh looking for all the world like a suit that just needed to be sown shut.

As Griphook still had his lungs and some of his vocal cords even thought his throat was slit, he was still able to sputter out a few words at his killer.

"No, I don't believe my mother was the bastard offspring of a troll and a house elf," Harry said as he blinked at the still coherent and in agonizing pain goblin. "Although I can see from a temperamental standpoint that comparison may be accurate. I also don't think she liked being violated by thorny vines. Remind me to see if I can find that curse for the next person that says something like that. I will of course try to find a way for your trapped soul to experience that."

Griphook was unable to move as his bones had already undergone the transformation. That would soon be evident by the flesh that started to fall off the metallic bones. They were a dull dark yellow in color. When the sloughed off flesh started to combust, the metal showed no signs of melting or softening. The same could not be said for the organs of Griphook's dissolving body. The metal did a good enough job transferring heat as the smoke rising from the soon ignited organs showed.

"Well that was unexpected," Harry commented with a smirk as Griphook's eyes and several other organs were boiled until the sudden pressure caused the cells to burst. "You really should have been careful in what you said about my mother. I mean your eyes and that pitiful shriveled thing you called your dick, even if the near boiling blood increased if from the size of an infant house elf, just were flash heated until they popped like microwaved carrots. Sure I think being stuck with a rose plant growing out of you with its thorny vines violating you would have been more appropriate given what you said, but this will do for now."

Some of the goblins watching were spellbound at the shear brutality that the human was inflicting. It was a sight to behold and damn was that guy worth every coin they had to cough up to see this. Sure it was mandatory and they had to pay and the better seats required more money, but it had been worth it. Still there were those that complained.

"I cannot believe that a Goblin warrior could go down that easy," one of them said as he looked in disgust at the poor showing. "Make the human lover suffer for putting up such a poor showing. Things like this would make my mother flay the flesh from my bones, especially if I thought to beg like that!"

"No kidding," one of the others said. "Kid didn't even use magic until he had the weakling on the ground like a downed boar. Wonder what the effects those flames would have in a fight."

"You do realize this is a born necromancer down there and kicking ass like the old days," another said in awe. "Those guys used to be epic; I mean you all heard about them tearing entire battalions of warriors apart, and then they raised them and sent them loose. Mark my words. If we get this guy allied with us, things are definitely going to get a lot better..."

"Matrons preserve us," the guy next to him said. "I am glad I am not down there. Any of you think that his clan and or faction might try something?"

"Could they really be that stupid?" the awe shocked one said. "He moved at least as fast as a master vampire and you know how much of a pain they were the last time we fought them. If he is anywhere as strong as he acts, it would be a bloodbath. Besides he has what three students at least, and if they are anywhere as trained as the guys working in Egypt are, then they are some serious heavy hitters. Sure they may be short, but then again we goblins don't exactly tower over our opponents..."

Once the flesh was completely consumed, Griphook's metal skeleton started to compact and flow into a smaller form. Once it stopped it had formed into an almost tablet shape of something that looked like a dull gold. One could clearly see something resembling a head and body in its form. It was moving, but the rippling of the surface of a goblin thrashing in pain was quite visible. Suddenly the tablet snapped in half straight down the middle.

Harry laughed when that happened startling the goblins before he said, "Now that is ironic. You wished me split in half and now you are..."

The two halves moved from the ground to float next to his arms. They slowly settled against his arm from hand to elbow. With a sudden shiver, the tablets shifted in form to encase his arms. Still they continued to shift their form even as the surface danced with the horrible motions of Griphook's trapped soul. Harry was there in a crouch on the ground with his arms wide with the daggers clear in his hand.

'This is unexpected,' Harry thought as he stared at where Griphook's body had been. 'I was expecting something like the short sword that Alice showed me. I didn't think a goblin would produce anything as complex as that dragon did. I really thought it would be a skull shaped hammer or something. Still I best stand up and take a look.'

Rising up as the crowd was still shocked into silence, Harry gave a wave to the crowd. Most of them were hiding their fear at the power he had showed. Some were directing their furious rage at him from where they were. It was likely that several of Griphook's compatriots were there. Still as much as he would prefer and knew it was safer not to take his eyes from those surrounding him, Harry had to see what his new tools were like. He really liked weapons and he would have to examine and test them or he would have problems using them to their fullest.

So here Harry was standing in the center of a coliseum with the one who had tried so willingly to steal from him dead, dismembered and turned into something useful. Looking down to his arms he noticed the gold like gauntlet that went from his hand to his elbow. A twisted skull formed the hand piece while blades ran down the length of his arm before stopping where the blade protruded from near his elbow. Sharp teeth shaped rings acted like brass knuckles and with a twitch of a muscle a blade shot forward. It may look like a singularly hooked blade but he noticed that it looked slightly odd. With another application of a thought inquiry, the hooked blade shifted to look like a bone shaped forearm including goblin shaped fingers with talons on the end.

'Now this is interesting,' Harry thought as he imagined moving the parts of the arm and they did as if they were another arm of his own. 'I come here to settle matters and get into a fight and after all that get my weapon out of the deal. Well it is not what I was expecting, but neither was Hermione getting a dragon ensemble including a tail whip that can become a lance or that disturbing triple bladed sword of Alice's let alone the spine chain blade portion of it. Now personally I thought I would get something like a hammer but this is nice and I can definitely do close and distance damage with this. Now I just need something to test this on.'

"Winner of the challenge and new Lord of the Houses of Black and Potter," the goblin announcer declared to the gathered assembly, "is Necromancer Harry Potter."

"Good fight," one of the goblin chiefs said with a toothy smirk. "It has been too long since we have seen proper combat here that is sure."

"May your enemies' blood weep upon the ground," another said with a slight inclination of acknowledgement to him. "A most profitable venture and investment you bring to these caverns."

"And may your gold grow under your influence and your rivals taste as sweet as your speech," Harry said with a somewhat sinister smile. "Perhaps now that the overly ambitious and too weak to ensure his holdings has been dealt with there will be more mutual benefit for both groups. I suppose it is a shame to have denied his rivals some meat but this is the price of bending let alone breaking an accord with my sort."

"Yes there are so few to be skilled in your particular art," a goblin that from the iconography was in charge of the curse breakers and tomb raiders said. "Barely anyone capable of discerning if one is truly dead or not have remained and those few who are able to do so can do little more than get the traces of a place to reveal even some of their secrets."

"To mutual profits for all concerned," Harry said before turning to the side and his eyebrow rose in annoyance. "I take it that someone was prepared just in case..."

Harry had trailed off at the massive creature that had shambled into the arena. He had faced an adolescent at best dragon and a fully grown mountain troll in addition to the smaller yet swifter vampires and yet the shambling form of twisted flesh was something quite unexpected. It was despite its size neither troll nor ogre and was as odd as it seemed reminiscent of a book he had read with Hermione when she had insisted that some epic fantasy would entertain. That he had contemplated using some spells from the book or trying to derive some of them had not been something he felt had been appropriate to bring up.

"What is the meaning of this?" the lead goblin questioned as he recalled how difficult it was to take down and how to draw it to a standstill had taken a group of goblin warriors to do. "Who dares to interfere in this matter? The clans interests have been settled so who dares to let loose this challenge in the arena?"

"Griphook was a credit to our clan and letting some human child tear him apart in such a manner was an insult we could not bear," One of the clan heads said. "All goblins may be warriors but few have had a chance to truly test their mettle and Griphook had been forced to such minor roles for this humans holdings. Is it wrong to be paid according to one's proper ability?"

"Lovely," Harry muttered before addressing the gathered goblins with a vicious smirk. "I thank you for allowing me to have such a good test of the weapon your greed has caused. Perhaps after this fight is settled you can join your traitorous clan mate in his fate."

As he held his right arm aloft, they could see the twist of magic on the face on the gauntlet. It moved from stationary to a scream of unimaginable suffering. Unlike his apprentices weapons where the soul of the victim had passed on, the poor and reckless goblin had been bound to be slowly dissolved yet still remain in indescribable agony. Well there was the fact that whatever Harry used it to do would make him feel the like from being stabbed, sliced, crushed and impaled to other such agonizing moments.

"You would cost us a necromancer and the profits such a business relations would have for such an unimportant slight?" the head chief asked the chief of Griphook's clan. "Unlike the weak willed that try to claim such a title this one has the power, knowledge and skill to back it up. Once he deals with this challenge do not expect any aid from any other clan or the nation as a whole. You and your clan wished to start a blood feud than you can deal with the consequences. Perhaps he will be willing to share some of the feast from his battle with your clan."

The chief turned to the arena. Their clan had one hope and that was that the boy died. If he lived they would die. This was not that bad of a gamble as a number of them were likely to have been replaced as it was. Factions in the nation vied for power all the time but rarely was a clan entirely exterminated. It had happened when their leader allowed a clan to risk their lives to gain glory in battle or die removing their chance to usurp more power.

'There really was no choice,' she thought in worry. 'Griphook was our chief means of gaining gold and thus prestige. Now with him dead our rivals and even nominal allies would have readily turned to devour us. The risk was great but the Potter and Black fortunes would have aided us let alone some of those who contracted us.'

The creature before them was at least as resilient as most young dragons to physical damage and the thick rough hide was quite resistant to spells. With a snap of his arms downward, Harry willed his gauntlets to change. The arm blades emerged with a sound and they were sharp and sure. Unlike the troll this creature was quite quick and agile. So it was that Harry was forced to move out of its rapid rush. He moved to gain enough space to act. The creature had a massive cutter in its hand. It was with his own agile and inhuman speed that he managed to get the weapon out of his attacker's hand. That their combined actions lodged the two meter or more blade hilt deep into the wall was a testament to both their physical power.

'Well this needs to end and I think I have just the plan,' Harry thought as he noticed the creature looking for its weapon. 'Without the added reach of that blade there is some more openings I can use. Still since I have the opportunity I might as well test this new toy out.'

His left arm snapped to aim at the abomination of magic before him. The creature was turned with its back facing him and had started to move to extract its weapon from the wall. With a flick of his right arm several blades emerged and he did not prevent the sudden noise of their doing so. This caused the creature to turn towards the sound. Its eyes widened as the left arm blade suddenly flew toward it and pierced into its flesh just missing its heart. So stunned was it that it barely resisted as it was pulled toward the boy that it had tried to cut into little pieces.

'Well that part works,' Harry thought as it flew toward him as the world seemed to slow down as he felt his heard instead of racing move to a very sedate yet steady rhythm. 'Now to deal with the instigator after this is finished. I don't know entirely what it is but it looks like someone took an ogre, troll and some other things and fused the flesh together. I am amazed that I didn't frenzy and try to tear it apart considering how I felt at first. Perhaps those emotion control and meditation training was better than just allowing me to analyze things quicker.'

Harry had long since stopped wondering about how the little changes made things easier especially how he tended to have a very hyperactive analytical thought process when under combat situations. There had been other things that had been more distracting at the time and for the most part chalked it up to something to not worry about. So that he seemed to have ample time to contemplate things over the course of very few heartbeats was something he was starting to consider part of his normal nature instead of something else odd about him.

Everyone that looked on seemed to be moving at a snail's pace to his perception even as the thing slowly was pulled toward him. He moved his right arm letting the blades that had been retracted extend. He moved his arm almost as if to guard his face. To those watching it looked as if he had moved his arm and blades had suddenly been conjured from his gauntlet. The blades were quite long and sharp as each was at least as long as a short sword. As the thing reached to range of retaliating he moved again. Before it had time to think to move more than slightly, Harry's arm swung across cutting it from shoulder to hip.

The sheared off piece flew around him to smack into the wall behind him. The remaining chunk was imparted enough momentum to begin to fly back from where it came before a snap of his arm sent the airborne remnant of a corpse to strike the ground with enough force to cause a very loud thud. With a twist of his hand a fountain of gore shot out from where the chain rested as the blade altered to make sure that there was no chance it was able to survive headless as the blender like arm bones reduced the flesh around the grasping blade. The complete silence of the crowd followed as they watched on as how quick things had changed.

With another unnecessary motion of Harry's left arm unnoticed the blade mangled most of the inside before shooting up and out before spraying the blood off as it followed the chains motions backwards. Looking over the two pieces of meat, Harry turned to gaze at the gathered observant as well as the spectators. The sharper eyed goblin warriors noticed that his weapons were clear of any blood lingering on them. The less observant were rather loudly discussing things and the arguments of various factions were coming to a head.

"So you thought to win your claim in such a manner?" the head asked the now cowering chief. "It would have been able to assuage the loss of your representative, but both of your ploys failed. You are weak. You made deals with wizards who would as soon kill us all as breath. You shame our nation and people with the way you defied our laws. So what should I do with you?"

"That their entire clan would stoop to such poor form let alone performance is appalling," one of the senior goblins said looking sinisterly at his long time rivals. "Besides they should have known better than to conspire with wizards at least this necromancer has some shred of understanding. There has always been and always will be one such punishment for such abominations..."

"No," she said with her eyes wide in realization. "We have worked too hard for this!"

"But all gold tarnishes with your touch," the head said with a sinister laugh. "What say you necromancer? Could you do with some goblin blood? You have earned it with your prowess after all. Just don't be greedy..."

"I have no problem with that," Harry said with a bloodthirsty grin of his own. "Still it would be a shame for my apprentices to be denied such a feast let alone a chance to test their skills against worthy prey, a shame that wizards and muggles seem to have become such poor sport. I do hope that these offerings will be at least as enticing as the last."

"Well said indeed," he said with a growl of appreciation. "It does this old warrior's blood good to see such skill again. I do hope that your apprentices are better than most have been."

"But of course," Harry said with a bow. "Send in the damned and let us spill some blood and eat well this night."

"No," came the pleading of the doomed. "Not like this..."

The members of the seditious group were quickly rounded up and threw to the arena. They were joined by three cloaked girls. Well the goblins could tell they were females by their scent, they were off put by the way they walked as it was not of mere brood mares as instead they were of warriors. The goblins looked in appreciation as weapons were drawn even as the doomed tried to die well.

Hermione drew her twin blades while Alice let her chain sword lash about. Harry grinned at the poor disorganized mob that was trying to figure out who to attack first. Poor Anne had yet to get a weapon all her own. It was a simple enough of a difference for the goblins to act on. They might as well pick off the easiest. That at least was what they were thinking when they moved to engage her. Despite not having as impressive a weapon as the others, Anne still carried two blades and that would likely be more than enough.

When the rushing goblins drew close enough, Anne struck with the precision and efficiency that had been drilled into her. Her nightmarish training before and after meeting Harry had ingrained muscle memory into her and with that came a desire to be as efficient as possible in all her actions. If she had moved without care, she was punished for wasting her limited stamina. Sure she had a pain tolerance, but she was efficient in her ways. When she had first initiated what she viewed as the proper actions her master sought, she had managed to reduce him from a rage to blinking in shock before cuming on her hands. She had learned to maximize the effects of her actions while preserving her stamina.

The goblins that moved to strike her as the weak link were unaware of this. The first goblin fell gurgling and bleeding out, and he was soon joined by others. It was not until the goblins drew back at the sudden pooling of blood and bodies near the supposedly helpless child that things changed. With a simple jerk, Anne had freed the jaw of one of the goblins. With a detached look to her eyes, Anne moved her hand to pluck and throw the teeth as they were more numerous than her blades. Goblins like humans had certain vital areas and a number of them were shared.

'Heart, neck, brain,' Anne clinically thought as her range of death increased. 'These are the easy strikes. Unlike humans, Goblins' other immediately fatal areas are more protected. Their rib cage has a gap for the heart but not for the other kill shots. These will do for now. Your blood will feed the ground, your flesh will feed us, and your bones and souls will be our tools. For daring to try to kill my master, your deaths are due!'

Some of the goblins that had not directly gone at the perceived weakest link had managed to see this and were quite shocked. None of them had expected such a thing from a practically unarmed opponent. Sure she had two daggers, but she was small and human; however, there mistake in being distracted was quite fatal. The momentary loss of concentration allowed for the others to strike as well.

"O," was as far as one of the straggling goblin had said before a blur left him to fall down to see his legs still standing.

Harry let his new weapon loose upon the throngs of the dying. He watched with a smile as Alice used her chain sword to create a wave of death as she spun and skipped like a bouncing top. He felt a moment of pride as Hermione went loose with her two blades swinging to slice and stab as she went. He really did a good job with them he realized even as we started using his longer range to herd the goblins into his students kill zone. He felt his face twitch in amusement as Anne pouted when the goblins refused to get close enough to be easy targets. She was running out of teeth now. He saw the look that passed between Hermione and Anne. With a laugh Hermione sent one of her blades to cross the path to Anne; however, Hermione chose the path that also resulted in the blade flying through a group of goblins so that when Anne caught the handle and drew it to a halt, that the blood still clinging to the blade sprayed off.

"Well they are having fun," Harry said as he looked at the dwindling number of goblins. "Hmmm... even Kiki is getting into things as well. A shame that our prey so rarely gathers like cattle like this; it is quite amusing though."

Turning his attention to the altered and drastically diminishing odds for the goblins, Harry watched as Hermione had, after releasing her whip, used that in place of her discarded blades. One he noted was in Anne's hands while the other was impaling a number of goblins to the wall. He did notice that he was barely thinking about deploying his hooks as they seemed to respond more to his thoughts and awareness than to his arm motions. He really would need to analyze the fight afterwards as he seemed to barely need to flick his attention to the target before it was hit either in the head or the heart where it was ripped off or destroyed.

"Oy," Alice said looking about. "Are any of them still moving?"

"Not here," Anne said with a pout as she looked at the corpses now littering the area. "Any your way, Hermione?"

"No," Hermione said blankly as her mind had shut off when the numbers seemed to grow. "Are there any over there, sir?"

"No, there are not," Harry said in disappointment. "Well that was bracing, so back to business, and a decent snack."

"Well we did seem to provide the meat," Alice said with a shrug before licking some of the blood. "Add that we brought some drinks as well, and it tastes good too."

"True," the others seemed to come to the same conclusion.

The group had moved from the arena once all their opponents were dead. They would talk to the new account manager as well as Grimtooth and get to enjoy the roasted meat they now smelled was cooking. It was a shame that Griphook had done what he had, but the past was the past, and they could only go forward from here. Still there were some more things to discuss now that the matter was settled.

"Now as I was saying before that," Grimtooth said as he chewed on the still bloody bit of flesh torn off from Griphook while they did the same. "It seems that someone made sure that you couldn't see your parent's last will and testament until you were declared of age and claimed your title. There are a number of additional businesses, properties and other assets. Do you really wish for a complete list at this time?"

"No," Harry said after swallowing some of the seared goblin meat. "I believe based on what you have said so far it would take far too much time. Just add those lists to a portfolio we can look at later. Considering the disaster that whoever claimed to be my guardian wrought with the traitor, I feel a need to ask were the individuals that I currently reside with listed as designated guardians in that will."

"No, they are not," Grimtooth said as he scanned over the list. "In fact, it explicitly states that you are not to go there even if the house is in your name as well as the business that Mr. Dursley works for."

"Well that solved that," Harry said with a smirk. "I was planning to acquire those things anyways. Anything of note I should know about whoever was unable to live with before this?"

"Several were dismissed because of death or other disabling events," Grimtooth said with a raised eye twitch. "However, that is not the strangest part. That would be that you were placed there before the will was read and before most if any were rendered unviable. There are a few that were available but were never informed..."

"So who placed me there against my parents' will?" Harry asked with an edge to his voice. "I really must know who would go to such lengths to meddle in my life."

"Albus Dumbledore," Grimtooth said as he double checked against some of the other documents. "It would seem that he is making quite the mess for himself. Now while you could press charges for these things, he is not likely to be convicted."

"Something to deal with at a later time than," Harry commented as he tried to draw things to a close. "With this I will be of age and thus outside of age restrictions in certain matters such as licenses, correct?"

"Yes," Grimtooth said as he was used to the question. "The only thing outside is regarding drinking and such in muggle establishments as it covers that in the magical world as well as Apparition and Portkey licenses which are normally issued at seventeen and after Ministry tests."

"And my students?" Harry asked about in interest. "It would be good to know what I can teach them. I see that both head rings also double as multi destination permanent Portkeys."

"They are under your supervision and thus considered in training," Grimtooth said with a sly smirk. "It would be of note that international licenses do not have most of the age limits that the British ones do, and the British Ministry must accept the internationals. Most for Apparition and underage sorcery are at the teacher's discretion..."

"So they don't have to worry about that and when I believe they are able they can take their tests regardless of age," Harry thought as a minor article on age and maturation of magical power and control crossed his mind. "I know that it is mostly irrelevant, but what age do we show on a detector?"

"Why?" Grimtooth asked in wonder. "It has no effect on things here and as they are part of your house in some matter it does not have an effect."

"There are some interest in what effects certain magics have on such things," Hermione piped in after getting a nod from Harry. "Now while it is possible to detect if one has a sufficient magical strength for certain spells, some are advised to not utilize until one is older..."

"I still don't see why it would matter," Grimtooth said as he looked over the clients. "Still considering that you wish to see what your ages are detected at..."

With that said, Grimtooth used a minor bit of goblin enchantment to read what their real biological ages were. He really didn't want to think why these people wanted to know. He did for a moment wonder if they looked that different than they should. He never really was one for judging human's aging. They aged quite different from goblins after all. So what if they were possibly a few years more developed than they should be. What concern of it was theirs?

'Humans were odd,' Grimtooth thought as he looked over the readings before saying to them, "By these readings you are fourteen approaching fifteen, Lord Potter Black. The others all range between thirteen and fourteen..."

He trailed off as the current Black Necromancer wilted under the glares of his girls. He really should have never allowed such an inquiry. He could tell what they were thinking. He himself had wondered what effects some of the magic they used had on their bodies let alone the communing with the spirits of the dead. It did allow a lifetime to be experienced in a moment after all. That it allowed them to perceive what even the obliviated dead did not recall had been helpful. He had been thankful, no grateful, that most of their life memories faded. He really didn't want to have the memories of husbands, wives, friends and enemies and what they all did and experienced.

'They are going to be ravenous when we get home,' Harry thought as realization set in. 'It is bad enough that there is practically no age limit for them do to their vassal or the master-apprentice relationships, but with the age of consent for witches being twelve and then if not engaged or betrothed or similarly involved, I now have to accept that they will want to make up for lost time and not time waiting. I really need to find a way to cut the need for sleep even more. The only other options are temporal manipulations and even I am leery about risking the structure of time just to cram more things in. I am sure we could always find a recent spirit and get a bit of knowledge and drill it into our heads so that it sticks...'

As Harry tried to find ways around what he was sure they were planning, Alice and Anne were conferring nonverbally with Hermione. Considering what they had learned from the actions that their sexually active associates had told them, Alice was seriously pissed that she could have been doing more. She had been trying with Anne's recently toned down help to get him over the hump to accept things. Anne was irritable in that, while she had managed to find a temporary fix until she was once more able to get her choice addiction, she had been legally permitted to have her first choice. Hermione had felt a minor tinge of irritation. She had been able to indulge in sexual games and such things more so since the resistance and flood of his restrained libido had been when she had been mostly his sole choice.

Still Hermione realized that the devastation that had barely been prevented with their obsessions in their newfound pursuit would pale in comparison to what was to come. She already had dedicated herself in her mind when he had been the first boy not to make fun of her. She did plan that he would be her first in everything and her only save with his other girls. He had opened her eyes to a whole new world and she would never turn her back on that. It had been a terrifying moment when she realized what could and likely would have happened if he had not chosen to become her friend. She would have found someone and would have hung on no matter what. At least with Harry, he was concerned about her well being and happiness.

Alice was feeling a twinge of jealousy. She realized that she could have been his first in everything, but would settle for him being her first in most things. She knew that Anne was coping the same way. Her friend was far more broken and twisted by her experiences than she had been. She had been willing to tease her master's rival, while Anne had done more. It was a problem that she had thought she had solved. While the both of them had become dependent on a number of climaxes in their day, Anne had been further down the path of emptiness. Her rapist had been quite thorough in breaking her. It had only been a matter of time before she had become twisted in her thoughts and heart.

'It would have been somewhat like kidnap victims do,' Alice thought as her mind drifted over the things she had planned. 'Anne was already almost to the point where she was addicted to his actions. If it had been a few more months later, she likely would have been so brainwashed she would have believed that he loved her and did that to show her his love. If she hadn't imprinted as much as she had on Harry, she would have considered me to not love her because I haven't sodomized her. I think from time to time that she equates sex with love far more than I do. I love sex true, but there is more to things than just a mind blanking cum. Still finding out that we are physically maturing faster does explain how we haven't fallen into the quagmire that geniuses get in certain things. Hermione is already been twitching because I managed to get her to promise to not really go further without one of us to do the same. Still I bet she managed to find some loopholes in that. It was only fair that if He wouldn't fuck us before she left, that she couldn't fuck him while he was away. Still it was worth the concessions and the distance negotiations were worth it. After this go round, I do believe that when they both return for the summer I will be in a better chance to get to be his second. Third is better than fourth, but being his right would be better than his left.'

Anne was processing this through her twisted mind. Oh she knew that she was in some ways even less sane than the others. She had been barely able to suppress her irritation when she had realized that eating Alice out was lacking sucking and milking her master. Her actions after Sarah's gangbang that they had watched had proved that to her. A very small part of her had been miserable that she had done so while being also eased that her stomach was more at ease afterwards.

'It would have been easier if either master or either mistress had left some orders,' Anne thought as she silently giggled. 'Playing is fun, but without sir to play with there was no sucking-cream-time. Alice needed her cream; it makes things better, yes it does. They didn't taste anywhere as good, but it helped. Felt in control when I did so, but it not the same. Things would be better if he had just taken me like he should. Have to wait a little longer, but master will take me proper and maybe fill me.'

Sadly at times Anne was more childlike than others. She tended to regress to the innocent plaything role that her far too close to complete breaker had caused. At least her mind was less out there than Kiki was. They all knew and learned to direct her more psychopathic and unaware ways. The group was functional if not sane by societal standards. Harry had become saner with the group, while Anne needed someone to impose order. Hermione and Alice were alike in that they were torn by the conflicting need to be in control and controlled. They were dysfunctional and yet they functioned smoother than the sane people. They were in some ways seeing the world reversed where they were the few sane people in an insane world.

Still with all their issues, Harry was pretty accurate with his sense of doom from the girls. He could practically picture what they were thinking. He didn't need to be a mind reader to do so. It was just common sense. Grimtooth blinked at the look that they had sent him. It was one he knew well and any involved male should know.

'Wait until we get home,' Alice, Anne and Hermione thought. 'Mha... Mha...ha'

'I am doomed,' Harry thought as he settled back to hear the rest of the things. 'I can only hope that there are enough things for the girls to look over to let me cram a meal in before they settle things...'

"Now where was I?" Grimtooth said with a look over his ledgers and the ones the clerks had removed from the now deceased account manager's office. "There are a number of properties that the Potter account adds and some rare artifacts. Now most of this can be discussed with your new account manger later, but some irregularities are here. The important thing is that a number of items seem to be unauthorized in being loaned to a certain individual..."

"I take it that he would notice if they went missing," Harry said with a sigh at the new headache the meddler had introduced. "Maybe reclaim the unnoticed ones and find some way to charge him for borrowing them without permission. I really don't want to know what he has been doing with them."

"It shall be done," Grimtooth said before striking a bell causing a goblin to come in and kneel. "Swiftknife, send this request to the other account managers that have Dumbledore acting as either their guardian or their proxy. He seems to like accumulating things belonging to other families. Now Lord Potter Black, I must bid you good day. While it has been profitable, there is more left to do..."

"I understand," Harry said as he rose and with a nod the rest did as well. "It has been worth the investment for the gains today, but I as well have other business to attend to. May your enemies die begging for mercy, and your hands have all their work bring gold if not platinum for their efforts."

Grimtooth gave a partial bow as he stood as well and replied, "May your fortunes grow under your watch, your rivals be driven to weakness by word of your deeds, and your enemies corpses a testament to your power."

With their farewells said, the group left to return home. It had been a busy but productive day. Harry could really only hope to survive the night. He was silently grateful that none of the others would be there. He had a feeling that Dora would be trying on her own let alone the seeming horde he had gained in the past. He had been unsure wither he had been their communal male protector or boyfriend in the past. They did have one advantage over the fan girl witches in that they knew him. He would be able to likely wave his gang off as they had consistent access to their own lovers and sex partners so they couldn't just say they were alone. It was part of why he acted so distant to most at school or he would have to worry about who snuck into his bed. It was bad enough that next year he wouldn't know which of his girls would be there or who would be playing with some witch and said witch possibly showing up as well.