The Betrothal

Harry’s POV

Harry is tired…no, he’s more than tired. He’s angry and upset and exhausted. He doesn’t understand how his life turned out this way. It makes no sense if you think about it. He’s a wizard raised as and by muggles. He’s been semi part of the wizarding world for 4 years and he still feels so dreadfully unaware of everything in it.

He should have been raised by his magical parents in the magical world and raised around magic. The fact he wasn’t should explain why he’s so behind everyone else but Hermione and many others were raised by muggles and they all seem to understand the wizarding world far better than he does. It makes no sense.

Harry is missing something, he knows he is and it can’t just be that he’s missing his parents. That had been harry’s thoughts all throughout second, third and even fourth year. He hadn’t even realised that he so far behind the other muggleborn kids in his first year. Maybe if he had, he could have asked for help then and been given it, because asking for help after all this time just leaves people looking down their noses at him or stating that he already knows and should stop acting like he doesn’t. 

Now his thoughts are more along the line of ‘oh god the man who killed my parents is back, Voldemort is back.’ Which is fair, Harry doesn’t have time to worry about the reason he’s so far behind when the devil incarnate resurrected himself using Harry’s blood as Cedric’s rapidly cooling body watched on.

And isn’t that a thought, Cedric is dead. Cedric who was sweet and kind and so very, very brave. Who helped Harry with the second task and agreed to share the winnings on the third task. Harry should have just taken the damned cup when Cedric offered it, then he’d still be alive and a family wouldn’t be grieving.

Harry can still hear the wails that came from Cedric’s father, they haunt him every night along with Cedric’s dead eyes watching him. Along with the knowledge that the man who killed Cedric and betrayed his parents is still out there and the man that put his name in that stupid goblet managed to escape before anyone knew they needed to capture the man in the first place.

Harry learnt early on in life to be quiet, to cry quietly but he’d rarely if ever have nightmares in his younger years and when he did he’d just wake up gasping. But now Harry usually wakes to his uncle yelling about keeping the noise down as he pulls out his belt and shows Harry what happens when he breaks one of the Dursley’s rules.

That’s right, Harry is back at the Dursley’s despite the fact that Pettigrew almost certainly knows about Petunia being Lily’s sister. The Dursley’s house, he’d never call this place home. It was just a house that happened to have a bed that he was allowed to sleep on. Harry had asked Dumbledore in his first year to be allowed to stay at Hogwarts, he was told no and has been told no every year since.

Harry has tried to explain to Dumbledore why he can’t go back but the man always ends up making Harry feel small and like he’s lying about the truth. But the moment Harry steps foot back in the Dursley’s house, he is made painfully aware of just how true his words are. And it’s not just Dumbledore that ignores his pleas, the Weasley’s do too. Fred and George both told their parents about the bars on his window in the beginning of second year. But they did nothing.

So Harry is stuck with his last living relatives, in a house that feels more and more like a prison. Every day since he’s been back he’s been given a chore list that feels a mile long, that he’ll never have any hope of finishing in the alloted time given to him. Which just means another round of the belt or fists…maybe even kicks if uncle Vernon is feeling particularly vengeful.

He’s had a long day of chores, no lunch, that weren’t done perfectly or weren’t done at all followed by no dinner and a round with the belt via Vernon and taunting via Dudley. He has since been locked into his room. The previous morning Harry had almost been given breakfast until an unknown owl flew into the open kitchen window and over to him.

The shrieking from his aunt about vermin being him her perfect home had almost made him smile but he knew better than to show any emotions in this house. Harry had quickly gotten the owl on his arm and taken it up to his room. He’d placed the owl down by Hedwig before giving it some water and a small snack, that he’d managed to sneak up to his room. He’d then taken the letter offered.

Harry didn’t read the letter right away, he couldn’t. He needed to get his punishment first and then his chores done. So he’d placed the letter on his small desk, told the bird that he’d reply later in the evening and left his window open for it to leave whenever it felt ready too. The bars having been removed by Fred and George once were never never placed afterwards.

Surprisingly the owl was still there when Harry returned, hobbling, hours later. ‘They must really want a reply’ Harry had thought when he’d noticed the bird still sitting next to Hedwig. Hedwig clearly didn’t like her space being taken up and if allowed, likely would have hooted her discontent. 

So Harry had made his way over to his desk despite just wanting to lay on his stomach and sleep through the hunger. He’d picked up the letter addressed to him and turned it over to see the seal of Gringotts bank on it. Harry had wondered why they would be writing him. He’d hoped nothing was wrong with his money, so he’d opened the letter quickly and read it.

To Mr Hadrian Potter

My your gold ever flow.

We at Gringotts are writing to you yet again, in an attempt to get you to visit our bank at your earliest convenience. We have much to discuss with you Mr Potter.

May your enemies tremble at your feet.

From Ragnok, Master goblin and Potter-Peverell accounts manager

The letter had told Harry nothing and just left him confused. Who is Peverell? Is his first name actually Hadrian? What did they mean writing to him again, he’d never received any previous letters from the bank. And Harry couldn’t exactly just visit the bank. His relatives would never let him leave the house unless absolutely necessary. Harry couldn’t say that he needed to leave to go check on his money, Vernon would be all over him like a rash trying to take it from him. They’ve always complained about having to use their hard earned money on him.

Harry didn’t know how to reply at first. What he could he say? Sorry Mr account manager sir but my relatives would beat me before letting me have my own money and therefore I can’t leave the house? He knew the goblins were a warrior race, they’d look down on him for being so weak. But he had to write something because the bird was not leaving.

So, Harry had taken out some hidden parchment, quill and ink before sitting down and trying to write a semi-professional letter. He thinks he managed it… maybe…probably not. But something was better than nothing. 

To Ragnok, Master Goblin and Potter-Peverell accounts manager

May your coffers be ever full. (God he hopes thats right)

I’m sorry to say this Master Goblin but I have never received any letters from Gringotts other than the one I am currently responding too. I am in no way insinuating that you have not sent letters, I am just simply stating that I have never received any. (Don’t piss off the goblins now Harry)

I am also sorry to say that I will not be able to visit Gringotts until near the end of the summer holidays as my guardians will not give me permission to leave. If there was a way to travel to Gringotts without their assistance then I would be there promptly. However that is just not possible at this time.

May the blood of your enemies flow beneath your feet.

From Hadrian Potter.

After that Harry had placed the letter in an envelope and given it to the owl. The owl had thankfully stayed silent before flying out of Harry’s open bedroom window. Harry hadn’t expected a second letter to arrive at all. Which is why when the same owl had flown through his bedroom window again, Harry had startled and almost toppled off his bed. Thankfully he didn’t but he could feel both owls mocking him.

Harry slowly got up from his bed and walked over to the bird to get the letter. The bird wouldn’t give him the letter when Harry reached out for it.

“You want a treat, don’t you.” Harry sighs.

The owl nods.

Harry rolls his eyes before getting an owl treat out from the draw in the small bedside table. He carefully feeds the bird as his other hand reaches for the letter. This time the owl doesn’t move away from him and allows him to take the letter. Harry sits at his desk as he turns the letter over to see the Gringotts seal, this letter feels heavier than the first.

He opens the letter and pulls out the parchment which unfolds in his hands. Harry has a brief second to watch as a key falls out of the parchment, his hands automatically reaching out to catch the key. The next he’s caught it and then he’s spinning.

Harry doesn’t let go of the key that is now clearly a portkey, he doesn’t know where he would land if he did. Hell he doesn’t know where he’s going to land full stop. Yes the envelope had the Gringotts seal but someone may have copied it. The only person harry can think of that would do something like this, that has done something like this, is Voldemort. 

That thought bring back the memories of the graveyard, Wormtail, the cauldron, death eaters, the giant snake and Cedric laying there dead, eyes blank, staring into his soul. Harry doesn’t even realise that he’s arrived at his destination because he’s too busy hyperventilating. He can’t see properly with the tears in his eyes as his body shakes and his breath quickens impossibly faster.

Harry vaguely hears yelling and thinks, ‘oh god this is it, this how I’m going to die’. Then a large hand is taking his smaller one and placing it on something firm but moving. It has a rhythm, a rise and fall and Harry thinks he can feel something beating under his fingertips. A heartbeat. That’s what Harry is feeling, his hand is on someones chest and he can feel their heartbeat. 

They are trying to calm him down, Harry realises. Why would death eaters want to calm him down? That thought has Harry opening his eyes which he didn’t realise he’d closed. He finds himself face to face with a person, a ginger, a Weasley, a vaguely familiar Weasley. That thought has him both calming and anxious. It takes a second for Harry to realise the Weasley is talking to him.

“That’s it Harry, just breathe with me. Nice and slow. Good. How are feeling now Harry?” The Weasley asks.

“Better.” Harry croaks out.

“Good, that’s so good. Do you know where you are Harry?” The Weasley…Bill, it’s got to be Bill, he’s the only Weasley he’s met once and wouldn’t remember right off the bat.

Oh, he must be making a lovely second first impression.

Harry’s eyes roam around the room, white walls, high ceiling, marble floors. It rings a bell in Harry’s mind but he can’t quite place it until his eyes catch on another figure in the room. A goblin.

“Gringotts?” Harry guesses.

“Yes Harry, your at Gringotts, in the portkey terminal and you are safe.” Bill promises.

“Safe?” Harry double checks.

“Safe.” Bill promises yet again.

With that acknowledged Harry takes several deep breaths and slowly starts feeling more than just all consuming panic. But instead of calmed, Harry feels mortified. He’d just had what he believes to be a panic attack in front of a goblin. Well, if they didn’t view him as weak before they certainly will now.

Not to mention Bill who is the older brother of Ron, whose mother and father are close with Dumbledore, who Harry is certain isn’t going to be happy with Harry leaving the Dursley’s no matter the reason. Harry looks up to find Bill and the goblin exchanging a look that makes him want to wince.

Harry grabs hold of Bill’s robe and pulls on it slightly to get the wizards attention.

“Yes Harry?” Bill asks carefully, like he’s made of glass.

Harry hated it but pushes on anyway.

“Please don’t tell your family I’m here.” Harry pleads, it ends up being little more than a whisper and Harry isn’t sure Bill even heard him until the man replies.

“Of course Harry. Now let me introduce you to Master goblin Ragnok, he’s your accounts manager. I believe you’ve received a letter from him?” Bill says as he helps Harry off of the ground and back up onto his feet.

“Yes I have.” Harry nods at Bill before turning to Ragnok. “It’s nice to meet you Ragnok, may you…shed your enemies blood.”

“It’s nice to meet you too heir Potter, may your gold ever flow.” The goblin greets back with surprising warmth that confuses Harry.

“I must apologise for my…actions upon arriving, I wasn’t expecting the portkey and my previous experience with one was not the best.” Harry apologises.

“There is no need to apologise for a warriors response heir Potter.” Ragnok says.

Bill obviously seeing Harry’s confused face explains, “In the goblin nation only warriors that see many hardships react the way you did Harry.”

“I wouldn’t call myself a warrior.” Harry denies.

“You faced you-know-who and survived. That makes you a warrior.” Bill states.

A startling amount of warmth comes from those words. It, like everything else in Harry’s life, makes no sense. He’s 14 almost 15 he shouldn’t be a warrior by anyones standards.

“Now, heir Potter, if you would follow me we have much to discuss.” Ragnok instructs as he turns around.

Harry follows behind the goblin through hallways until they reach a door with a golden plaque. Master goblin Ragnok’s office, the plaque reads in English bellow a language that Harry doesn’t understand. The door opens before Ragnok, without the goblin needing to touch it. Harry didn’t see him wave a hand or mumble a spell, which makes him think that the door itself must be spelled.

“Take a seat heir Potter, would you like anything to eat or drink whilst we talk? This meeting will take a while.” Ragnok informs.

“Um some tea and maybe a sandwich would be greatly appreciated.” Harry suggests.

He hasn’t eaten since breakfast and he’s starving. Ragnok walks around the large desk, disappears behind it before he seems to walk up some stairs and takes a seat. Harry walks over to the human sized chair across the desk and sits down on it. Ragnok writes something down on a small piece of parchment before it lights aflame, disintegrating and leaving nothing behind.

“First things first heir Potter I am going to need your key to confirm your identity.” Ragnok says whilst looking at him expectantly.

“I don’t have my key. I’ve never had my key.” Harry further explains when Ragnok glares at him.

“What do you mean you’ve never had your key heir Potter?” Ragnok snarls.

“I mean I’ve never had it. Dumbledore had it and then gave it to Hagrid the summer before my first year at Hogwarts and then Dumbledore had it again and now I believe Molly Weasley has my key. I’ve asked for it, but it’s never been given to me. I’m apparently not old enough to know how to handle my own money.” Harry rambles quickly.

He does not like it when a goblin is mad at him.

“Are you telling me that Dumbledore has always been in possession of your key and you did not come to Gringotts to have an inheritance test and retrieve your key?” Ragnok questions, anger obvious in his tone.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Harry nods.

“Well then, it appears that a great injustice has been done to you heir Potter and one of my Goblin brethren will be getting punished for their incompetence. I in the mean time would like to apologise to you heir Potter. The protocol for young wixen is to come to the bank, take an inheritance test to confirm their identity and then give them and only them their key.” Ragnok explains.

“Oh. Dumbledore never should have had my key?” Harry double checks.

“No, heir Potter.” Ragnok answers.

“Why do you keep calling me heir Potter? Heir of what?” Harry inquires.

That causes Ragnok to freeze momentarily before looking straight at him.

“You don’t know…I will explain once you’ve done an inheritance test heir Potter. It seems that I will be explaining a lot tonight. I hope you don’t mind missing a nights sleep heir Potter.” Ragnok states.

Harry doesn’t mind as long as he gets the food and tea he was offered. A night of nightmares is preferable to a night of hunger, but if Harry had to choose between food or sleep, he would choose food. Whilst Harry watches, Ragnok opens a desk draw and pulls out a piece of parchment and a rather sharp looking dagger.

“Seven drops heir Potter.” Ragnok instructs as he hands over the dagger.

Harry wants to ask seven drops of what but he knows the goblin means blood. He sighs as he moves his hand above the parchment and then digs the dagger into the skin on his finger. His skin slices open easily and soon blood is dripping off his finger onto the parchment. Harry pulls his hand away as the seventh drop falls. He hands the dagger back and looks down at his bloody finger tip.

He thinks about putting it in his mouth to clean the blood but as soon as the thought comes it disappears as the cut heals and the blood vanishes. Harry opens his mouth to say something but Ragnok beats him too it.

“It’s a magical dagger heir Potter, we goblins train with something similar. It heals any wounds we make but still allows some blood to flow in order to show when and where the hit took place. Now lets have a look at your inheritance test.” Ragnok says as tea and sandwiches pop into existence.

Harry takes a sandwich before looking at the parchment and instead of finding the pool of blood previously visible on the parchment, he finds red ink and lines of writing.

Hadrian James Potter
Born : 31st July 1980 

Family :
Father : James Charlus Potter (dead)
Mother : Lily Potter nee Evans (dead)
Paternal Grandparents : Charlus Fleamonte Potter, Dorea Potter nee Black (dead)
Maternal Grandparents : Greggory Evans, Daisy Evans nee Martin (dead)
Close relatives : Petunia Dursley nee Evans, Dudley Dursley (alive)
God-father : Sirius Orion Black (alive)
God-mother : Alice Longbottom nee Fortescue (alive)
Distant relatives : Tom Marvolo Riddle (alive)

Current Titles :
Heir Potter
Heir Black
Heir Peverell
Heir of Gryffindor
Heir of Slytherin

Titles Available :
Lord Potter
Lord Peverell
Baron of Gryffindor

Vaults :
- 150 Harry Potter Inheritance/Donation Vault
- 246 Lily Evans Personal Vault
- 687 Potter Trust Vault
- 693 James Potter Personal Vault
- 740 Potter Family Vault
- 854 Potter Business Vault
- 897 Black Family Vault (Joint)
- 981 Peverell Family Vault
- 1006 Gryffindor Vault
- 1007 Slytherin Vault
- 1008 Hogwarts Vault (oversight only)

Properties :
Potter Manor (England) (Disrepair)
Potter Beach Retreat (Spain) (Stasis)
Potter/Black Manor (France) (stasis)
Pradhan Ancestral Home (India) (Taken)
Peverell Castle (England) (Stasis)
Slytherin Manor (England) (Taken)
1/2 Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry (Scotland) 

Businesses :
Daily Prophet - 52%
Honeydukes - 33%
J. Pippin’s Potions - 75%
Ollivanders - 29%
Quality Quidditch Supplies - 15%

Betrothals :
Ginevra Molly Weasley
Signed 1989 by Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley

Draco Lucius Malfoy 
Signed 1738 by Hridaan Potter and Jacques Malfoy

Guardians :
Muggle - Petunia Dursley nee Evans
Magical - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Harry’s thought process whilst reading the paper goes something like this.
Huh my name is actually Hadrian and oh I have my fathers name as my middle name. Oh and look at that it tells me my parents full names too. And my grandparents names. Wow my family really is all dead…except for my aunt, the universe is never kind enough to just kill the people you want dead. 

Hey theres Sirius and who’s Alice…wait Longbottom? Neville’s mum is my godmother, dos that make as god-siblings. Why did she never take me in? No wait, I’ve never heard Neville talk about either of his parents…but they are alive…maybe they are like his Gran and just aren’t very nice? Harry doesn’t like that thought at all.

Distant relatives Tom Marvolo oh god Voldemort is related to him. That does beg the question of how he’s related to him. 

Harry’s gaze had briefly looked down and spotted that the words ‘Heir of Slytherin’.
Oh okay, so Harry is likely related to Salazar Slytherin somehow which means he’s related to Voldemort. And parchment says distant relative…Harry wonder just how distant.

Heir-ships, harry still isn’t sure what it means to be an heir but apparently he’s the heir of quite a few families. Potter and Peverell which explains why his account manager is wells account manager of both. Black…Sirius did mention that he had blood adopted Harry at one point, either that or it’s because his grandmother was a Black.

Gryffindor? Harry is heir of Gryffindor and Slytherin…god no wonder the hat had such a hard time sorting him. Shame he wasn’t even considered for Ravenclaw, he’s always loved reading and learning…when did that stop?

Lordships available…Harry isn’t one hundred percent sure but he’s pretty certain that you have to be an adult to be granted lordships. And why is it that he can only take up the Potter, Peverell Lordships and the Gryffindor Barony? The Black one he probably can’t take because it’s Sirius’ or should be Sirius’, Harry has no idea what’s needed to gain a Lordship. But if thats the reason Harry can’t gain the Black Lordship then what does that say about the Slytherin Barony? Is Voldemort a Baron?

Thats a lot of Vaults that Harry has under his name. He can’t help but wonder exactly how much money he has. Does he have enough to buy a house and move away from the Dursley’s? How much is a house? Not the time. Harry spots the inheritance/donation vault straight off and is honestly confused. Who would be donating anything to Harry? And don’t the rest of his vaults count as inheritance as he inherited it from his family?

Oh he’s got both of his parents personal vaults…he can’t help but wonder if there is anything in those that was left for him. Pictures, he’d love pictures of his parents. Yes the ones he got from Hagrid are lovely but none of them show Harry what his parents were like as adults with him. He’d love to see a picture of his parents holding him. Maybe his dads broom, it would be awesome to fly at least once on his dads broom and his mum could have left a journal or something anything. 

And hey would you look at that, Harry has oversight privileges on Hogwarts bank account. Maybe he can finally get an answer to his question of is Binn’s getting paid.

Properties…does this mean that harry finally has an escape from the Dursley’s? Lets see, England - disrepair…probably means unlivable. Spain and France, would be nice to check out but Harry doesn’t want to move country whilst still in school. India, okay that makes sense, Harry thinks as he looks down at his skin, nice to be correct about your origins. What does it mean taken? And the Slytherin Manor says the same thing.

The slytherin manor is probably taken because Voldemort is living there which would suggest that someone is living in the ancestral home in India…does that mean there are more Potter’s out there? Wait no, it says Pradhan…is that…is that the Potter’s original name? Harry is aware that some families change names when relocating to a new place to fit in better, maybe thats what his ancestors did. 

That begs the question of how long ago did they move to England for their Indian relatives to no long be viewed as distant relatives?

Businesses, he owns the majority share of the daily prophet…does that mean he can get Rita Skeeter fired? After all the news articles she wrote about him during the Triwizard Tournament it seems only fair. Oh and he owns shares in Honeydukes and Ollivanders, is that why the people working at Honeydukes are always so nice to him that it comes off as creepy?

Betrothals?! He’s 14 why on earth would there be any betrothals?! As he reads on he can’t help the anger and incredulity that rises in him. 1989? He would have been 9, Ginny would have been 8 what on earth is the headmaster and Molly thinking…no better question, why is the headmaster signing something on his behalf?

Harry’s eyes trail down for a second spotting Dumbledore’s name under magical Guardian and is about to open his mouth to ask why Dumbledore, his headmaster is his magical guardian when his eyes shoot back up the page. Betrothal to Draco Freaking Malfoy! The fuck!

He doesn’t want to be married to either of these people! Ginny is like a little sister to him…you know what, no, she isn’t even that. Because she’s constantly blushing and stammering at him. He hasn’t had one true sentence with the girl, he knows nothing about her other than what Ron has been telling him. And don’t get Harry started on Draco, the prat has been the biggest meanest bully around to Harry, bar Dudley, how is he supposed to Marry either of them.

“Do you have any questions heir Potter or should I say heir Gryffindor-Slytherin?” Ragnok inquires.

“Um yes, I have many questions and please call me heir Potter for now.” Harry states, still feeling like someone punched him in the gut.

“Of course heir Potter, what’s your first question?” Ragnok inquires.

“If Alice Longbottom is alive, why didn’t she take me in after my parents died?” Harry asks.

“Because she was no longer able too. Shortly after the dark lord was defeated a group of his death eaters decided to go to the Longbottom’s and torture Frank and Alice Longbottom into insanity, they are still being treated in St Mungo’s I believe.” Ragnok answers.

“Poor Neville.” Harry whispers before going further down the page. “My heir-ships, Lordships and Barony’s. What exactly do they mean with regards to the wizarding and muggle world?”

“To the muggle world, nothing. To the wizarding world they mean an awful lot. To be an heir or lord of anything your house must hold the title of noble or ancient and noble. Some will say that you must be part of the sacred twenty-eight but wizards have always been known to be idiots. The Gryffindor Barony that you may have however was around at the time of Merlin himself. It is said that only Merlin’s most trusted were given the title. Four of those entrusted with said title came together and built Hogwarts.” Ragnok explains.

“So basically…I’m wizarding royalty.” Harry states.

“Only if the rings except you, until then you are just an heir.” Ragnok corrects.

“Okay…The Vaults that are written here…do I have access to all of them?” Harry questions.

“You do now.” Ragnok nods.

“What do you mean now?” Harry queries.

“I mean that Lady magick has judged you and deemed you an adult.” Ragnok says cryptically.

“But I’m fourteen, how can I be considered an adult?” Harry asks.

“I don’t presume to know Lady Magick’s thoughts as to do so what be an offence of the highest order. What I do know is that the moment the Triwizard Tournament spat you name out and both you magical guardian and the ministry deemed you old enough to take part, we at Gringotts received the necessary paperwork for you to sign to become emancipated in the eyes of the law.” Ragnok informs.

“So…all I need to do is sign some paperwork and then I’m considered an adult…does that mean I’ll be able to do magic away from Hogwarts? Is that why I’m able to become a Lord and Baron at fourteen?” Harry inquires.

“Yes, the trace will be removed from you wand the moment you sign the contract and yes that is why you are able to except your Lordships and Barony at fourteen. It’s also why your able to get into all the vaults available to you and the properties you own.” Ragnok states.

“Okay…I guess that answers most of my other questions except for the part about Betrothals and Dumbledore being my magical Guardian. How is he my guardian and do I have to marry either Ginny or Draco?” Harry questions.

“He’s your magical Guardian because the man is a cheat and a liar. He had your parents wills sealed the moment they died and assumed your guardianship via the ministry not via Gringotts.” Ragnok starts.

Harry has this insatiable need to defend Dumbledore and ignore what Ragnok just said. It’s so confusing with Harry’s current anger at the man that he stays quiet and notes it down mentally. But as soon as he’s done that the thought slips away and Harry is wondering what he was thinking about…right the betrothals.

“Now on the subject of your betrothals, both are considered legally binding as both were signed by either a Potter of a guardian of a Potter. However, the betrothal with Miss Ginevra Weasley is considered defunct as the other betrothal is older and has finally come into affect.” Ragnok continues.

“What do you mean by finally come into affect?” Harry queries.

“I mean that the betrothal contract with Miss Weasley was specific by naming both parties involved in the contract, so if you didn’t end up marrying her you’d lose your magic but none of your children or children’s children would be expected to either marry Miss Weasley or her descendants. Whereas the betrothal contract between the Malfoy’s and the Potter’s was written so that the families would marry together only when two people fit the requirements written in the contract became available. Both you and Draco Malfoy fit the requirements making the contract now in affect.” Ragnok explains.

“So…I have to marry Malfoy? What happens if I don’t?” Harry asks.

“You lose your magic.” Ragnok answers.

“Does…does Draco know of the betrothal contract?” Harry inquires.

There is no way he knows…if he knew he would act the way he does to Harry.

“Yes heir Malfoy is aware of the contract. His account manager would have told him on his seventh birthday when the contract made itself known. You should have known then as well but with the apparent mail ward on you, no mail ever got through.” Ragnok informs.

Harry puts aside the knowledge that Draco apparently knew that Harry was his betrothed and still treated him the way he did and instead focuses on the mail wards.

“What are mail wards?” Harry questions.

“They are wards that are set up on small children so that they don’t receive and open any cursed, spelled or hexed mail. Usually those are good things but your mail wards were specifically tailored to keep out all mail likely until you came of age and seeing as Lady Magick now considers you of age, the mail ward broke. Is that all questions you have about the inheritance test heir Potter?” Ragnok queries.

“Yes Master Goblin.” Harry nods.

“Good then we can move on to the paperwork, Lordship rings and Barony Necklace.”