Gringotts
Harry walked over to the barman, Tom. Harry didn't spend much time with the owner of the Leaky Cauldron but everyone knew who Tom was. He was kind, always had a joke on hand and if you were short, a few knuts would find their way in your pocket. Tom had to have patience in dealing with showing people the entrance to Diagon Alley. So, Harry walked as confidently towards Tom as he could manage.
"Hello, could you open the entrance to the alley?" Harry asked as he read the information above his head.
Tom Waxlove
Wizard| Level: 63| (0/46)
"Are ya on yar own, son?" Tom asked looking around as if an adult would suddenly pop out of nowhere. Harry's confidence fled as he realised he didn't think this through. He was never the planner that was Ron... He was the action guy, never thinking of the consequences. He tried to be better after Sirius died but obviously, he had a far way to go... wait... Sirius was alive... He knew logically that he went back in time and could save him but it only just hit it that he was actually alive!
"Son, ya okay there?" Tom says, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Yeah... I mean yes sir I am okay and I am alone" Harry mumbled looking down embarrassed by his lack of planning skills. How could he not realize his dogfather was alive? Now he just had to get him out of Azkaban.
"Ya're a bit young for Hogwarts, ain't ya" Tom stated making Harry's heart beat faster. What if he called someone?
"I am meeting my aunt in Gringotts... my uncle just dropped me off... He's a muggle" Harry lies, nearly jumping at as a window pops up.
New Skill Acquired!
Lying [LVL: 1/100] {21%} {Novice}
The ability to lie, cheat or falsify information or perception!
5% chance of your lie succeeding!
Harry felt bad for lying but he couldn't be found out...
"Hmm... I'll open it for ya, but I'll be watching ya until ya git to Gringotts" Tom said sounding suspicious. Harry holds back a sigh but nods. Tom nods back and drops the rag he was using on the counter before heading around the bar. Harry walks quickly to catch up with the surprisingly spry wizard.
They head to the back of the Leaky, and Tom pulls out his wand and taps the bricks in a familiar sequence.
Harry even though he has seen Diagon Alley multiple times, gasps as he sees it. Part in wonder, and part in grief. He saw Diagon before he headed to Hogwarts for the final battle. It was almost like magic had died, but now it was as alive as he was. He couldn't help but look at where the twin's shop will be. It's currently a flower shop, Harry doesn't know why they decided to rent out the business but he was glad they did. Hopefully this time they will let the twins rent out their place again.
"Right, ya best git to the bank" Tom says as he looks at Harry. Harry nods as he walks out of the Leaky to Diagon Alley. He can't help but look as people call out, offering deals on things he isn't quite sure where.
Harry goes as fast as his feet can carry him all the while looking in every shop as he passes them. Looking back he waves at Tom, who is true to his word and is watching as Harry goes to Gringotts. Tom after a second waves back. Harry smiles as he continues forward until he reaches the bank.
He gives a nod to the guards who nod back. Harry is surprised and tries to reason why as he walks into the bank but soon gets distracted as he sees the inside of the bank. He never really got to look at all the murals, going to the shortest line he looked back at the amazing artwork. Most were about battles with goblins winning but some were about their crafts. They obviously took pride in their craft, battles and gold.
"Next" a low growled voice says making Harry jump. Harry stops looking at the murals and looks in front of him, blushing when he sees the wide gap between him and the teller.
"Sorry, Sir! I was distracted but that's no excuse" Harry apologised. The goblin blinked in surprise before nodding at him, although it looked more like a minor bow... Harry hesitated for a second before responding. The goblin smirked, showing razor-sharp teeth causing Harry to gulp.
Which the goblin noticed since his smirk got bigger. Trying not to get nervous he looked above his head to see his stats.
Bannok
Goblin| Level: 113| (0/0)
Harry tried not to gasp at his level... Bannok was nearly doubled Tom's... Were all goblins this strong? Or was he one of the weaker ones? Harry blanched at that thought. How did wizards and witches ever win against them? Shaking his head he looks back at Bannok, who is looking at Harry with a frown... right I'm holding up the line.
"Name" Bannok growls, his impatience showing. Harry hesitates which causes Bannok to growl again. Harry leans as close to the tall teller's desk as he can waiting until he can see the goblin.
"Harry Potter" Harry whispers. Bannok blinks once before his face goes blank, which is impressive since he thought it was blank before.
"Indeed?" Bannok asks but there is a him of amusement and that kinda worries Harry.
"And what can Gringotts do for you today" Bannok ask as his lip twitches. Harry assumes that he is trying not to smile or smirk. He also feels that it's not good for him.
"I would like to see someone in charge, that is not my account manager" Harry states after swallowing down his anxiety.... or at least trying to. Bannok frowns almost looking confused before he glares at Harry. Harry shudders at the glare but doesn't look away. Bannok smirks at Harry and he feels like he passed some kind of test.
+7 REP with Bannok for showing some backbone!
(7/0)
"Follow me" Bannok demands as he hops off his seat and quickly walks around the table. Harry dismisses the notification before running after the goblin fast strides. They walk down a corridor just right of when you walk into the bank going down another corner, and another... Harry loses track of how many turns they have done when they come to a grand dark wooden door with golden knobs.
"Inside" Bannok demands when he opens the door. Harry hesitates but goes through the door. Inside looks like a grand office but looking closer he can't see anything personal... was this just an office for bankers to use? There wasn't a name outside the door and the desk was empty of personal and business belongings.
"You will wait here a manager. You will not leave this room. If you want something to drink or eat call for Kolmey, she is one of the bank's house elves" Bannok states as he heads to the door. Harry had a feeling he wasn't allowed to leave... He wasn't sure why though he knew he would never find his way back to the bank's lobby.
With a nod, Bannok starts to close the door but stops when Harry calls out "Wait". Bannok stops with a grumbled sigh.
"What is your name?" Harry asks, he can't randomly call him by his name without learning it. Bannok blinks at him twice.
+10 REP with Bannok for asking his name!
(17/0)
"I am Bannok" Bannok states almost sounding confused. Harry smiles and waves making the goblin's eyebrow furrow but Bannok nods once and slams the door closed.
Harry smiles as he looks around the office. The floors were a dark wood, the walls marble with high ceilings. Looking up Harry saw more murals of battling goblins and two small chandlers hanging from the ceiling.
There were filing cabinets made of a strange metal that looked like gold up against the far wall. In front of it was a large wooden desk, a gold high winged chair behind the desk with two smaller armchairs gold in front. The chairs were made with a golden fabric but had some kind of brown jewel instead of studs in the chairs.
At the other end of the room was a long wide table that took up most of the room. There were four comfy-looking armchairs, like the ones in front of the desk, on either side of the table.
Harry stood for a while just admiring the room before his feet started to hurt. Looking around he slowly walked to the desk, biting his lip before taking a seat in one of the armchairs. He was tense waiting for someone to suddenly jump out and demand he get his filthy self off the expensive-looking chair. Harry relaxed after a few minutes when nobody jumped out. Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity he looked at his watch, the face was cracked and it was an old Garfield watch that Dudley threw out but it still worked.
Reading the time, it being a little over 10 am, he leaned back in the chair and sighed. Now that he was alone and finally made it to his destination he could feel pain creeping back in. His ribs were definitely bruised and his head hurt.
Harry relaxed into the chair as he closed his eyes, he could almost feel his magic trying its best to heal his sore ribs and head. Concentrating he tried to direct his magic to his head more than his ribs... he would need it when dealing with what he was about to do... He sighed in relief as his magic did as he wanted.
Slumping more into the comfy chair he blinked trying to stay awake. Yawning he decided to rest his eyes... it wasn't long before he fell asleep.
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Harry jumped awake as he heard a loud bang. Looking in the direction of it he saw a goblin had just closed the door. Harry blushed at having fallen asleep. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, hoping he hadn't drooled. He tried discreetly to look down and almost sighed when his sleeve was clear. A snort from the front of the desk told him he wasn't as discreet as he thought he was.
The goblin looked relatively young compared to most goblins Harry had seen, he was also a little taller. He was dressed in a navy suit with a dark emerald tie. Looking above the goblin's head he almost gapes at their level.
Ragnok (the 3rd)
Goblin| Level: 215| (0/0)
215! That was the highest he had seen so far... nearly double Bannok's level.
"I see you have settled in" the goblin Ragnok states with an amused smirk. Harry sits up straight with another blush, his ears warm as he clears his dry throat. Wiping his lips with his tongue he was about to speak when Ragnok beat him to it.
"Kolmy, please bring a pitcher of water" Ragnok asks. Within a few seconds, there is a gold pitcher of water and two goblets on the once-empty desk. Ragnok reaches out and pours the water into both goblets taking one and handing it to Harry.
"Thank you, sir" Harry mumbles as he grabs the goblet, slowly drinking it even if he wants to down it all he has learned from the past is that it was a mistake. Ragnok grabs the other goblet and puts it down on his side of the desk along with a stack of files. When Harry is finished he puts the goblet back on the desk and although he wants more he doesn't reach for it.
"You can have more if you want" Ragnok says as he opens the files and pulls out a blank parchment before walking over to one of the golden cabinets. He shovels around for about a minute before coming back to the desk.
Harry pours himself another goblet of water as Ragnok adds a quill, black ink pot, mortar and pestle, a strange potion that looks like liquid bronze, a brown little bag and a sharp-looking dagger. Harry freezes as he sees the dagger but slowly lifts the goblet to his mouth as Ragnok starts setting up... whatever he is doing. Ragnok pulls out three small vials containing what, Harry had no idea.
Once he has everything set up to his liking he looks to Harry. Harry doesn't know what to do... he guesses he should ask him his name?
"Hey, Sir... um... I'm Harry, what's your name?" Harry cringes at how awkward he sounded.
"I am Ragnok the 3rd, Director of Gringotts Bank, London Branch" Ragnok smirked as Harry started paling. Merlin I ask for a manager and get the manager...
"I only asked for a manager... you don't have to... I can see someone else… you must be busy" Harry stuttered out, Ragnok's smirk only getting bigger.
"I can assure you if my time is wasted their will be consequences" Ragnok states with a glare. Harry nods gripping the goblet so tight his knuckles are white.
"You claim to be Hadrian Lilian Potter-Black? Heir of the Most Archaic and Noble House of Potter and Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black?" Ragnok asked quill poised, ready to write. Harry gaped at what the goblin said. He knew he was because of the system but this is the first time someone has actually said it.
"Ye—e" Harry stutters wide-eyed at the goblin. Ragnok raises a bushy eyebrow but nods, writing something down on a blank piece of parchment.
Harry doesn't know how to feel about being a Heir, he found out in 7th year that he was a heir but he still doesn't know what it entails. He wasn't aware of being the Black Heir yet though. He thought that was because Sirius died.
"Are you willing to consent to a Blood Inheritance Test sanctioned by Gringotts Bank, London Branch England?" Ragnok asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What is a blood inheritance test?" Harry asks confused. Ragnok sighs as he writes something down on the parchment.
"A blood inheritance test is different from a normal Inheritance test, The blood inheritance test provides greater results than the ministry inheritance test. The blood inheritance test is illegal outside of Gringotts, so only we can perform it. It will show the most important information such as a short biography, living family member—" Ragnok explains only stopping because Harry interrupts.
"I consent" Harry rushes out as he hears that he might have living family relatives that aren't the Dursleys.
Ragnok stares at Harry for a few seconds but soon looks down at his parchment and continues writing, his brows furred in confusion.
"Right, first I need seven drops of blood" Ragnok states after he is finished writing. Pulling the mortar and pestle closer to him. He empties the three vials into the mortar and starts grinding the ingredients.
"Well, are you going to give your blood or not?" Ragnok asks not looking up from grinding what is in the mortar.
Harry jumps surprised but reaches out for the blade. When Ragnok doesn't stop him he picks it up. It was a simple dagger, or athame. The blade was silver with a black leather handle. Harry could see a distorted image of himself in the blade.
"Where should I put my blood?" Harry asks. Ragnok grunts before pushing the mortar towards Harry.
Looking back at the blade he lifts it to his palm and makes a small cut in the centre of his palm. He hisses as he goes to deep but quickly puts his bleeding hand over the mortar, letting the seven drops of blood go into the mortar, quickly pulling his hand away before another drop can fall.
Ragnok takes the mortar back and quickly blends the contents before pouring the potion into the mortar and mixing it, as he does he murmurs something in a language that Harry presumes is gobbledygook.
Grabbing another sheet of parchment, he gently pours the potion mixture onto the parchment. The once bronze potion is now a deep red. Harry watches in slight surprise as the parchment absorbs the potion. Blood-red script slowly writes on the sheet before drying and turning black.
Ragnok mutters something that sounds like surprise before sliding the sheet over to Harry. Harry reads the contents confused, horrified and pissed.