Chapter 7
The Ritual was painful, more painful than the crucio curse. The Goblins had made him lay in the middle of a star shaped rune, a circle over it, that glowed a bright purple. There were candles over the sharp ends of the star shaped rune and some were floating about, the candles were blood red as it swerled around Harry, what caught his attention was the ceiling, it was similar to the great hall but it was pitch black, with stars shimmering brightly up above. He was familiar with some of it though.
The Goblin then instructed him to take off his shirt and jacket which he did but reluctantly at that then deposited them over the bench, thank Merlin they did not reacquired of him to take off his pants. Afterwards, the Goblins including Ragnarok then circled themselves around the rune that Harry now lay in between.
Lifted up their right hand and started making this weird set up motions, muttering spells underneath there breath to which sounded like Gobbledegook, from which Griphook had mentioned. It started off fine and we'll until he felt a sharp stab through his chest, everything was hot for some reason, he started whimpering and moaning in pain as she started to thrash around, the Goblin, restrained him though which annoyed Harry more but understood the necessity of it.
A second, minute, or even hour, Harry is not sure had passed. He tried to endure it, really did. He even bit the insides of his mouth that almost bled out. His vision then started to blurry, dark spots started to show itself through his vision until everything went black.
Harry then woke up with a pound on his head, he groaned and opened his eyes, adjusting to he brightness of the room. He then sat himself up, perched by his hand as he surveyed the room, by the looks of it, it's similar to the infirmary back at Hogwarts, but with less beds ofcourse. A Goblin wearing a nurse dress, holding a clipboard as the she-Goblin eyed Harry before speaking. "Are you any pain Mr.Potter?" Harry then shook his head, aside from that massive headache, he was fine.
He then just noticed that he was wearing a dressing gown when people wore at the Hospital, the patients I mean. He also noticed that his skin color was more pale, it's almost the color of milk per se. "Uh- how long was I out?" Harry then looked over at the female Goblin. "Approximately 3 hours dear." Harry's eyes then went wide, that long?! He then ran his hand over his face and sighed deeply. "So- it's done?" The Goblin the cocked it's head to the side. "What do you mean mr.potter? The ritual?" Harry then removed his hand that was covering his eyes and nodded.
"Ah, well everything went well. The blocks had been removed, and so as the Glamour, your appearance has changed, I nearly did not recognize you dear." The Goblin then conjured a mirror facing over to the other side of the bed. What he saw shocked him. He looked so different, His skin tone was pale as white, his hair was now over his shoulders, ebony color but with curls at the end of it, and straight reminding him of his Sna- his Mother. His eyes were now the color of his father, hazel. His facial features changed. He now had high cheekbones with a bit of feminine look to it, in honestly, he looked more like his mother than his father, to which his grateful for.
All of the chubbiness that was there were now gone, vanished. He then stood and now noticed that he had gained a foot and a half, making him 6'5, and dang he was tall. He also just noticed that he was not wearing glasses anymore and could see more clearly than before. This was awesome! "Sweet Merlin, I look like a model.."
Harry then smirked, turned to the Goblin who mirrored it. "Well then Mr.Potter, Mr.Griphook is waiting for you at his office." Harry then nodded, the Goblin then gestured over to the stoll beside his bed that had a new pair of clothes. "Mr.Griohook had advised of me to bring you new clothes. These are simply the ones that we kept Incase of things such as these happen. We also have resized it to your height and shape, if ever you need to resize it some more, then feel free to let me know." Harry then nodded at the Goblin, grateful for it.
Harry then entered Griphooks office who looked over at him with a smirk on his face. "Ah Mr.Potter, I did not recognize you there, please have a seat." Harry then sat at the seat he vacated a few hours ago, legs crossed as his legs were now long, he was not yet used to it but it was manageable at best. "Now. Your parents specifically instructed me to hand you these journals before their passing." He then handed over a book that was not that thick, thank Merlin for that. It had the Gryffindor crest in the middle with red and gold swirling around the cover. "It is about your creature Mr.Potter, it entails all the information you may need, so do not lose it. Your parents had already expected this once you were born. Now, that aside, here I have with me."
Griphook then slid over an emerald box, who Harry took and opened it. It contained a necklace, with golden chains and emerald gem in the middle, it looked rather beautiful. "It will put a Glamour on you, the previous one if you so wish, just think it and it will do it's job." Harry then nodded, the necklace do it's job, he then conjured a mirror and smiled, he looked like his old self again. Perfect "Thankyou Griphook." The Goblin then reached over a bag of pouch and handed it to Harry. "Here Mr.Potter is an endless pouch, it shall be opened to you and you only, it contains an endless amount of Galleons coming from your vault for easy access so that you may not need to come here all of the time."
Harry then took the pouch and tied it over his waist. "Thankyou... Again, you don't know how helpful this is to me." The Goblin then just nodded it's head in return. "Well if that would be all?" Harry then nodded. "Yes I think that would be all. Again thankyou Griphook for helping sort things out, I don't know what I'd do without your help." Harry then stood from his seat and left the office.
Griphook then let out a deep sigh before leaning back against his chair, gazing up at the ceiling with a smirk still plastered across his face. 'Ah, Victory shall be ours.'
TO BE CONTINUED