Harry Potter shifted anxiously as he watched Griphook ask Hagrid for the key to 'his' vault. He had been under the impression that he never owned anything that was worth much, let alone a vault with money.

After what he has gone through so far in his life, it was hard to feel any amount of hope. So far today however, Hagrid, the friendly half-giant, has been giving him hope of escape from all the abuse and misery. Maybe he could ask for help finding better relatives to live with.

So, it was actually rather heartbreaking for him when the goblin Griphook attempted to open the vault with the key Hagrid had, only for the key to be rejected. Though the door swallowing and spitting the key back out to hit Griphook in the head was kind of funny.

Before Hagrid or himself could ask what happened, there was a voice behind them. "Well, well, well. It appears someone has decided against informing me of my client's presence."

Griphook began to mutter incoherently as he turned towards the goblin that spoke, as he began to stumble backwards into the vault door. The new goblin was nearly twice as large as Griphook, wearing a much nicer suit. The six goblins with polearms, which after getting a better look at them had larger than average axe heads from what Harry had seen of the other guards' weapons, walked around the three to surround them.

"My name is Ragnok XXIII, you can just call me Ragnok Mister Potter. Though before I can allow you to enter any vaults under your name, we do have to run a test to ensure you are not someone else trying to steal from you, which should have been your first stop. When James and Lily Potter passed, I was forced to discontinue all keys to your vaults to protect you from thieves, having anticipated the loss or theft of the vault keys."

Harry blinked as he nodded. "Well, thank you I guess. I never even knew I had anything to my name before today, so knowing you took precautions in case of theft attempts is nice. Never really had someone protect me in any way before."

Hagrid nodded, but was a bit upset. "But Dumbledore is a great man he is, he would never steal anything, and he was the one with Harry's key. If Dumbledore had set up a meeting between you and Harry here, he would have said something."

Griphook swallowed in fear, though before he could gather his courage to speak in his own defense he was surrounded as Ragnok smirked in triumph. "James Potter himself was the one to set up the meeting, ten years ago, in order to sort out the child safety bindings that we placed upon his son."

Harry blinked. "What is a binding?"

"When we reach my office to settle things, and I have verified your identity, I shall explain everything. Griphook here however, will have to deal with some, 'disciplinary' action for his shirking of duty."

As two of the guard goblins dragged Griphook away, a second two went to Hagrid. "These two shall help you deal with your other transaction while Mister Potter is busy."

Before Hagrid could say anything, Harry spoke up before Hagrid got hurt by the angry looking goblins. "It's fine Hagrid, I don't want you to get in trouble on my account. I will go with Ragnok and answer his questions, you can go do what you have to do, and we can meet up after we sort everything out."

Hagrid pouted rather fiercely, though he just nodded in the end. "I suppose I can get a drink to settle myself while I wait for you. And you will even have your account manager here to help you with your withdrawal when you're done talking with'em."

Ragnok smirked as he brought Harry out of the vault levels and towards his office. Albus, pain in the ass, Dumb as a door, didn't plan on the goblins being smart enough to outsmart him and his spy. The identity of the spy was the hardest to figure out in all honesty, and he had almost decided to battle Account Manager Gibberous for the Dumbledore accounts in order to protect his youngest, yet biggest client.

He probably would have had to, if Albus had been smart enough to realize he could disarm any and all current keys upon believing the keys have been compromised. And only he could allow entrance to a vault if the person attempting entrance was anyone other than a potter. For the past several days he had one of his loyal guards watch the bank entrance for the Potter heir so he could be informed immediately when he entered, as well as plan an ambush.

Albus might have a hundred years of experience with his plots, but Ragnok had thrice as many.

As the two entered the office, there were a couple items on the desk including a stone bowl with symbols engraved along the outside, a dagger with similar appearing symbols, rolls of parchment, and several books. "Now, mister Potter, you first have to verify your identity. This is done with a simple drop of your blood on one of these enchanted parchments, and if you pass, I shall do a preliminary scan to check on your condition."

Harry nodded before poking his finger and letting a drop hit the parchment, before he watched as ink appeared along it. Ragnok nodded before he waved a hand towards him, causing him to feel a wave of prickles along his skin, as if he had been hugged by a cactus. Or what he could only guess would feel like being hugged by a cactus, since he's never actually been hugged.

Ragnok growled as he waved his hand once more. "While everything with the binding from your first meeting is in order, though you should have been in here sooner to remove it, I have also found several things wrong. The first is a horcrux in your scar, which tells me you should have been brought in sooner for our curse breakers to rid you of it. You also have extra bindings on your core, which would hamper any heritage test, seeing as your magick is protecting you as best as it can from your scar, even while handicapped from that bumbling fool."

Harry blinked as he started to shift a bit nervously. "So, what should I do?"

Ragnok blinked as he shook his head. "The extra bindings were illegally placed, so while normally we would charge you for removing them, your father already payed a predetermined price for removing your one, and the others have to go before we can proceed, so we will charge the placer of the bindings for interfering with Gringotts business. The horcrux on the other hand will be removed with no charge. Splitting your soul is illegal in goblin territory, and we tend to be happy to reward those that bring them to our attention for the explicit purposes of destroying them."

Harry blinked as he thought it over before shrugging. "Well, if it's done once by someone, there will always be another person stupid enough to make more, I guess. Am I allowed to ask what exactly is a horcrux?"

Ragnok grunted in affirmation before answering. "A horcrux is a container for a shard of a soul. It tethers you to the living world and keeps you from moving on. The cost for making one is the loss of sanity. Other than that, only idiots piss off beings greater than yourself."

Harry tilted his head back and forth. "If you lose sanity, what's to stop them from becoming insane enough to make more after the first?"

It was Ragnok's turn to blink as he growled. "Nothing. But if the idiot made too many, my professional guess would be between four and eight depending on strength, nine if you are exceptionally powerful naturally or through rituals."

Harry blinked as, for the first time in his memory, someone was contemplating his idea instead of calling it stupid out right. "Is there a way to find or, better yet, summon the other pieces?"

Ragnok blinked as he looked over the papers he had on his desk. "It's funny you should imply to summon them, seeing as I was going to offer you the chance to pay for a ritual to return all lost or stolen items that belong to you as viewed by lady magick. But that would require some difficulties, such as permission."

Harry blinked as he thought back to some conversations Vernon had at dinner, with both Petunia and other guests that found it funny. "Well, technically, since the horcrux is in my head, shouldn't that make me its owner? Couldn't I give you permission to retrieve the other parts of it? It was technically given to me…"

Harry stopped talking as Ragnok began to smile, so many sharp teeth, before he chuckled, which grew louder and louder. "Alright mister Potter, right this way."

As Harry followed his account manager, Ragnok started to explain. "We will perform a ritual guided by Lady Magick, and she will decide if it will legitly work. If any items come from this, they shall be cleansed after we cleanse the one in your scar before the items shall be placed within your vault for this assistance. We shall then, while you rest from the ritual, perform the removal of the bindings and provide any fixes to your physical condition that we can. Though with how little you appear for your age, you may have to get some potions for the malnutrition I can plainly see. I shall send someone to inform mister Hagrid that you had a medical condition you wished for us to fix for you and have to stay overnight to recover, while we will provide a guide on the morrow."

Harry nodded, and the next thing he knew he was standing at the edge of what apparently was a ritual circle. It felt like something thin and sharp was poking his forehead through his scar as several items, a diary, cup, locket, tiara, and a ring with a weird stone. Harry was a little disoriented as he was led off towards a different room, feeling light headed as he was laid down in the middle of a different circle in a different room, before everything blurred more as he went unconscious.

-=-=the next day=-=-=

Harry woke up feeling lighter and better than ever, though still seeing everything blurry. After trying on his glasses, he realized his vision was flipped. He could never remember being able to really see, but the glasses actually did help, despite them not being matched to his prescription, which he never got looked at. Now the glasses made the blurry vision worse.

Ragnok walked in just as Harry muttered. "I will have to get new glasses I guess."

"I will make sure your guide will be provided with a list for when he takes you for your school shopping."

Harry nodded, muttering his thanks as Ragnok motioned for him to follow. A quick trip back to a familiar office, and he was sitting across from his manager once more.

"So, heir Potter, how are you feeling this morning?"

Harry took a deep breath as he stretched a bit. "I feel lighter, if that makes sense. I usually have aches throughout my left arm that aren't there anymore and my head no longer feels like an overstuffed attic."

Ragnok nodded, smiling slightly but not really showing much teeth. "Good to hear. You had several improperly healed broken bones in your arm, as well as your foot and ribs. You have been prescribed some potions to help you fix your malnourishment, though I will have to warn you that these are to help you get the nutrition you need to function properly with what little you will probably be able to keep down and are not a magical band-aid to fix the problem overnight. Do not think you can just take one and down an entire feast on your own."

Harry nodded as Ragnok continued. "The next thing I will mention, Albus Dumbledore was charged for the removal of his illegal blocks on your core. We took the liberty of checking on who your magical guardian is, and have come to a startling realization after double checking your parents' wills, that your current guardian is currently being illegally incarcerated by the ministry. So we went to the next available guardian on your list."

As Ragnok finished there was a knock on his door, and after he shouted for them to enter, Harry was greeted by a woman. "This is Andromeda Tonks, she was the third choice for your guardian within the wills."

Harry blinked as he squinted slightly, not really able to see without those glasses he mentioned earlier. Andromeda rushed forward and hugged him, and tightened her hug and kissed his head when she felt him tense and shiver under the affection. "I have been looking everywhere for you."

As Andromeda pulled away, Harry's face and hair were both shades of pink, which was something she recognized from the years of raising her own daughter. "You're a metamorphmagus?"

Harry blinked as he turned back to Ragnok. "A what?"

Ragnok nodded before he began to explain. "A Metamorphmagus is a person with the ability to shift your appearance at will to look however you desire. It's an inherent magical trait of the Black family, which activated within you due to a mixture of your grandmother, Dorea Potter who was a Black, as well as the blood adoption ritual through the blood oath taken by Sirius Black."

Andromeda gasped as she heard that. "But that would mean…"

Ragnok scoffed. "We have already established that your ministry is filled with honorless filth. Take the illegal kidnapper for instance, seeing as he had no legal right other than what your ministry says about who mister Potter here was supposed to be raised by. Hell, even the blood wards had no effect towards the boy, seeing as he lost his mundane blood when the adoption ritual took effect."

Ragnok smiled here, happy to take a shot at the wizard responsible for his headaches throughout the last decade. "If your Chief Warlock had been wise enough to bring the boy to us for a checkup even once, we would have been able to inform him of the change and redirect it towards his remaining living relatives, that being you through his blood-adopted father. Though I will have to admit, my client here still retains his half-blood status due to how his parents went through with the ritual, using blood from all three of them to just add Lord Black to their family rather than remove either of his birth parents. Might be what allowed him to activate the ability within his Black blood, with all the new blood flowing through it and energizing it."

Andromeda continued to nod along at the explanation. "So, the Blacks have been cursed to lose the Metamorphmagus ability unless we are half-bloods?"

Ragnok blinked before glaring at the woman. "Why ask me? I'm a bloody accountant, not a healer that specializes in blood status. Anything I say could be complete hogwash for all I know and Lady Magick just decided to give him the ability to fuck with everyone." Turning to Harry, Ragnok continued. "I need some blood in this bowl here to view what all you are actually the heir of mister Potter. Just cut your hand and I will heal it when I have enough blood."

Harry blinked, but before Andromeda could stop him and explain what was expected of him properly, Harry took the knife and with barely a flinch, slit his palm over the bowl.

Andromeda was left speechless, while Ragnok blinked in surprise before waving his hand towards the boy's own. "A warrior's response, interesting."

As Harry pulled his hand away, Andromeda started to explain that he didn't have to go that far, although she was rather angry inside at whatever caused the boy to barely flinch at cutting his hand like that.

Ragnok blinked in further surprise as he read over the parchment, chuckling a bit as he looked up at Harry. "Well, good news is that you are heir to both Potter and Black families through your respective fathers. Bad news is, after you read this parchment and the corresponding books I will suggest, you might wish we had done this before unlocking your full connection to the Albion Family Magicks as well as destroying those containers."

Sliding the parchment towards the two, Andromeda picked it up and read it over before she plopped down in the chair next to Harry in shock. Said boy reached over and tugged the parchment out of his apparent guardian's hand so he could read it.

And it was quite a read as well, seeing as how he was apparently heir to houses Potter, Gryfindor, Peverell, and Pendragon through James Potter. He was also heir to house Black through his godfather. And through Right of Conquest against Tom Marvolo Riddle, Slytherin and Gaunt. Something else his paper said, he also had the blood of Ravenclaw in him, but since that family was matriarchal he couldn't be heir for it. Could be regent, but since he was a boy, no heirship. "Why would I be angry over this?"

Ragnok handed the boy a couple pieces of parchment. "The first one is your school list, everything you need for your first year of Hogwarts. The second list is one I just wrote up of books you should buy and read before you step foot on the train. Trust me, these will be more important than you believe and will explain everything. Lady Tonks here might want to read some for herself as well, with how long it's been since someone qualified for that law."

Harry nodded as Ragnok knocked on a small door behind his desk, handing a piece of paper to the goblin that answered before saying something in their own language as the smaller goblin ran off somewhere. "I currently only have the Potter heir ring, and I just sent someone to fetch the rest of your items that I must hand over for your future houses. Bloody-breaker, the Black account manager, shall either join us, or send the Black heir ring under his own discretion. Either way, I will have to speak with him to aid in fixing some issues he has been having with his accounts."

Just as Ragnok finished speaking, the doors were shoved open as another goblin just as large as Ragnok burst through them. "Ragnok! What do you mean you know who the chosen heir of the Black family is!?"

Harry flinched as he turned to see the goblin that just entered, as Ragnok addressed him. "Bloody-breaker, how nice of you to rush over."

"Can the pleasantries, because if you figured this headache out for me, I may just have to give you some gold." Andromeda and Ragnok both blinked in shock at that. "What? I have been having Malfoy schedule meeting after meeting with me, whining and bitching and pretty much anything short of getting down on his knees and begging for me to give his brat the heir ring. Draco has not been recognized by the family magicks to hold the rights to heirship of the Blacks, so I have to tell him to fuck off, only for him to come back and repeat everything again at the earliest time he is able to set it all up again. It has gotten so bad, the charges I can send to his account manager are not worth the headaches he provides."

Ragnok nodded as he gestured towards Harry. "This is heir Black through a blood oath godfather ritual. This boy is the son of Sirius Orion Black through blood adoption of said ritual."

Bloody-breaker blinked as he started to snarl. "I knew Sirius was never disowned, but to hear he was imprisoned without trial leaves me with more work, and risks honor. I have to put a hold on any and all Black monetary business until we can sort this all out."

As the two goblins were speaking with one another, the goblin runner had already returned with a box and left it on Ragnok's desk. "These are the heir rings for you to place upon your finger. Just place the rings on your right middle finger one at a time and they shall meld into a single ring, which changes which ring you show depending on your desire."

Harry proceeded to grab the rings and place them on one after the other in the order they were on the list from before, getting the Black heir ring from Bloody-breaker. Though as he finished, Ragnok grabbed a second smaller box and handed it over. "Within this box are two foci and a book, the book explains the importance of the foci, and the requirements for who you can give them to. And with that, we just have that possession retrieval ritual for your own possessions that have been stolen from you that I talked about yesterday, and you can be on your way, your majesty."

Bloody-breaker, Harry, and Andromeda blinked at that. "What?"

Ragnok looked at them as he realized something. "Oh, you have met the requirements for inheriting the Pendragon position of Royalty. Recognized by the Albion Family Magicks that the great Merlin created over a thousand years ago. Though it was in a roundabout way, you defeated Dark Lord Voldemort, who had followers that allowed him to brand them. With the Rights of Conquest, his followers are now your followers, which Lady Magick decided counted towards the number of sworn families in your name. Along along with how many other families sworn themselves to you as you became the Boy-Who-Lived, was enough to reach the quota for a majority, and you are now the rightful heir to the throne of Pendragon. There isn't any other way to become King Magickal after all, without a majority of the magickals swearing loyalty."

What Ragnok didn't say, or didn't know, was that Harry also had so many followers because of the BWL adventure books, that Harry didn't even know existed so didn't count as him lying, which Lady Magick also counted. If idiots were going to believe that a toddler could turn a crowd of soulless criminals to dust by just stomping his foot and acting brave, or tame a dragon just because he made faces at it, then they needed new management…

-=-=-=The End=-=-=-=

Alright, I did not expect to be pulled into the Harry Potter Fandom as much as I have, and I warn everyone, just like with Percy Jackson, all my knowledge of the Fandom comes from other stories I have read. Maybe a little research.

But yeah, I figured I would throw this idea up, I might write more on it, if someone doesn't want to take the story and role with it themselves. I can explain myself with the extra foci box with the book if someone does decide they would like to adopt this story, but other than that, hopefully with me writing something out I can get back into the groove and enjoy writing again.