Gringotts
After an hour or two of rest I scavenge around my cupboard and grab a sticky note from my wall. On the sticky note I quickly erase the writing I had there already about when my new birthday was as I never could remember my new one, instead, I write that I feel sick so I’m going to stay in the cupboard before sticking it on the door of my cupboard. Knowing Petunia she will make sure that I won’t leave the closet so I quickly sneak out of the house with the stash of money I had hidden in my cupboard that I stole from Dudley.
After taking a bus to London, I make my way to Diagon Alley.
“Excuse me sir?” I say to some random wizard, at least I’d assume so by his robes, “Can I have some help?”
“What kind of help lad?” he said back, kneeling slightly to get down to my level. I wince slightly at the ‘lad’ part of it but decide to ignore it in favor of actually getting to Diagon Alley.
“The magical kind,” I respond with a slight smile which the wizard returns. He brings me to the brick wall before tapping the combination that is required to get into Diagon Alley.
“Try and memorize that combination kid, once you get a wand you’ll be able to do that yourself.”
“Thank you!” I say before walking in.
Diagon Alley is a beautiful place, no drawings or movies could compare to its beauty. Upon looking around I see that Diagon Alley is full of shops and loud noises with kids running around looking at the different assortments of goods from candies and ice cream to the brooms and other magical items.
What do you think of this place Haley? Sylvester quietly hisses to me over the excited chatter of the other children.
I like it, it’s a bit loud though, I respond, wincing slightly at the loud noises around.
First I need to go to Gringotts. Both to receive an inheritance test, yes I’ve read the fanfictions, and also to receive whatever lordships I might have AND get money for a wand. I don’t really like leaching off other people but before I can get my own money I’m going to have to deal with it.
Upon walking into Gringotts the loud noises of people running around quiets down. Gringotts was a stark white building, mostly made of marble. There were a few goblins running around, most carrying different papers or books. The pillars on the outside considered Ruth the one on the inside.
“This feels like it came from Ancient Greece,” I whisper to myself. While I had never been to Greece in my past, I had seen a lot of pictures which showcased gorgeous photos.
“Well, it is styled after them so I would assume so,” someone behind me responds. With a little yelp I turn around and see a woman. This woman has mostly black hair with her bangs being white. She seemed almost, kindly. “Ah, sorry to startle you, but yes, this is modeled after the ancient Greeks architecture. Beautiful isn’t it?”
“Ye-yeah it is!” I reply. While around most people I tend to be quite, this was Narcissa Malfoy, the mother of Draco Malfoy.
“Are you lost? It’s not often a child as young as you is alone in Diagon Alley.”
“No, my dad is gettingggg books! He’s getting me a few books and so I was planning on getting some money for him from Gringotts so that he doesn’t have to run back here!” I quickly fib. Not like I can tell her that my dad is dead.
“Couldn’t he have come with you?”
“Heeee don’t have any legs!” I say, drooping my head slightly to seem like I was sad.
“Oh dear!” Narcissa said, “that is terrible! Do you not have enough money to get replacements!” Replacements!! I didn’t know about that, I guess it’s time to come up with some reason why he wouldn’t get them.
“He doesn’t really trust them, says that he’d rather not have legs then get replacements.”
“If that’s his choice then so be it but if you need any help with navigating please let me know, I’m Narcissa Malfoy,” Narcissa says with a small smile on her face.
“I’m Haley!” I say, despite Narcissa being well, the wife of a death eater, she is really nice. While I don’t really think it would be a good idea to trust her, she’s better than the books and movies depicted the Weasley parents. They seemed really loud, unorganized, and rude. 3 things that Narcissa did not seem to be.
With a small smile she left Gringotts leaving me back on my own. As she walks out of Gringotts I head towards one of the goblins at the reception desk.
“Excuse me? I would like to access my vault please,” I ask, looking up at the goblin. They were a bit ugly yes, but I didn’t really care about looks, not even in my past life.
“And do you have a key?” The goblin says. At being called mister I flinch slightly, I still need to figure out how to change that. I wonder if there is some magic that will change me into a girl.
“I was raised by muggles, I only found out about the wizarding world a few days ago,” I said, “I’m Haley Potter sir.”
The goblin looks wide eyed at me before looking up to my forehead where the scar was.
“Ah, my apologies Mrs. Potter,” the goblin says, “I will let Nadlok know you require a key and an inheritance test. Please wait here for a few minutes.”
As the goblin walks off I think back to what I’m supposed to say to be polite with goblins. As it comes to mind I see the same goblin that was here before walking back up to me.
“Follow me Mrs. Potter,” the goblin says before turning back around towards the door he came from. I follow behind him silently, so far, I can tell I’m not going to enjoy this place, especially with the roller coaster of a ride that Gringotts cart system is supposed to be.
Upon hearing the door creak I look up and see an older goblin, though I’m not certain on how goblins age, if I were to compare the goblin to a human the goblin would be around seventy or eighty.
“Mrs. Potter,” the older goblin says, “I am Nadlok. I am in charge of inheritance checks and new key distribution. If you will, take this dagger and let three drops of your blood drip onto this paper. Upon hitting the paper, the paper will write down the specifics about your family, your finances, your heirships, if you have any, and more.”
“Okay, thank you Nadlok.” I say before taking the dagger. Upon closer inspection I see small runes carved into the blade of it. With a quick breath I slice my thumb slightly open and let three drops of blood drip onto the paper.
Upon hitting the paper, the paper glows for a few seconds with a bright red running through it, dying the paper the color of my blood before slowly turning back to white, though now with writing on it. Upon picking up the paper, I slowly read it in my head:
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Name: Harry James Potter
Date of Birth: July 31, 1980
Blood Status: Half Blood
Legal Family:
James Fleamont Potter (Father, Deceased)
Lily Potter nee Evans (Mother, Deceased)
Sirius Orion Black (Magical Godfather, Azkaban)
Alice Longbottom (Magical Godmother, declared insane. St. Mungos)
Lordships:
Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter (By Blood)
Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (Magical Blood Adoption)
Magical Core: Dark-Grey (50% Blocked)
Magical Abilities:
Parseltongue (80% Blocked)
Wandless Magic (50% Blocked)
Natural Occlumens (50% Blocked)
Megamorphomagus (95% Blocked)
Animagus: Hebridean Black
Vaults:
Potter Vault (76,389 Galleons, 346,829 Sickles, and 17,348,234 Knuts)
Black Vault (83,623 Galleons, 195,300 Sickles, and 835,419 Knuts)
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Holy Shit, I’m rich. But did they have to call me Harry in it.