The Bank
The Bank:
After Griphook went back to Gringotts the Vizslas re-brought the conversation back to Evaar’la attending.
“Will Evaar’la be wearing his helmet at Hogwarts” Dumbledore asked
“Yes” Evaar’la said “and my robes.”
“I sure you understand that we have rules and that your child must conform to the uniform policy” the glint in the old man's eye was back.
“Would you force a Muslim to take off their hijab?” Tarre asked, helmet tilted to one side.
“No we wouldn't” McGonagall stated “all students who pass through our doors are welcome to wear any religious clothing that complies with the school rules. That means that Evaar’la's helmet is allowed in addition to their robes.”
“Very well,” Dumbledore said, the glint not gone again from his eyes “we also need to arrange a trip to Diagon Alley, yes?”
“They should be alright on that front” came a voice as the floo flared into life again. Griphook stepped out, dusted the ash from his clothing and turned to face the Vizlas, “Mand’alor Ragnok III of House Gringotts invites you to Dwar’manda’yaim”
“We accept” Tarre said, standing up to face Griphook before placing an armoured fist over his heart, the beskar ringing.
The mandalorian family then followed Griphook through the floo into Gringotts Bank. Evaar’la couldn't resist looking around in awe at all the details of the bank he had missed on his few trips to the bank in his previous life.
One thing he noticed this time is that the helmets the goblin guards wore were similar in design to their own helmets. These guards saluted his family as they passed, beskar ringing, Evaar’la and his Guardians responded in turn giving the guards a polite nod.
Griphook led them further into the Bank than he had ever gone before, passing through several ornate halls filled with Mando’a inscriptions and runes. They eventually came to a hault at an enormous door that Griphook pushed open with his magic.
“Welcome, Tra'mando’ade, I am Mand’alor Ragnok, third of my name, Clan Ragnarok, House Gringotts. Welcome to Dwar'manda’yaim.” Evaar’la looked towards the voice and saw a fully armoured warrior stood in front of a utilitarian throne, they held a beskar spear in one hand and a bes'kad sheathed on their belt. Their armour was done in black, justice and gold for vengeance, their vambraces had an orange stripe around the top and abother That went the length of the vambrace, shershoy, a must for life.
Tarre saluted before bowing their head, a gesture that was a mix of both mandalorian and jedi customs. “Greetings Mandal'alor Ragnok, I am Jetti Master Tarre, Clan and House Visla, this is my vod’ika, Commander Kote, Clan Fett, House Vizla” Tarre gestured to Cody before continuing “This is Evaar’la, Kote's ad and my padawan. Thank you for welcoming us to your halls”
“It's a pleasure to meet those of the stars, I welcome you to the earth. I hope that we may share our tradition with you and that you will return in kind” Ragnok had a vicious grin on their face that was visible guess to their helmets lack of a visor. He then gestured to a seating area off to one side “please, sit, we have much to discuss”
“Thank you” Tarre replied moving over to the chairs before sitting, manoeuvring Evaar’la in-between himself and Cody.
“Now then, to business” Ragnok stated pulling over a file “this is Evaar’la's bank statements, under his dead name, unfortunately, but we will endeavour to change that. I've had to fire the previous manager as their loyalties were questionable, Griphook had been appointed as your new account manager, I trust this is acceptable?” Ragnok opened the file before sliding it across the table to in front of Evaar’la. “We ran a more thorough identity test, using the previous tests magical signature. This is know known as an inheritance and ansestry assessment, it will tell you more about the ad’ika’s inheritance and the properties here are the results.”
Taking a look at the file, what he found was shocking.
Name: Evaar'la Vizsla
Dead Name: Hadrian James Potter-Black
Date Of Birth: 31/07/1979
Date of Death: 02/05/1998
Date of Reincarnation: 31/10/1980
Age: 11
Parents: James Fleamont Potter (Deceased), Lillian Primrose Potter neè Evans (Deceased), Sirius Orion Black (Blood Adopted) - Illegally Incarcerated
Heirships: Potter, Peverell, Black
Titles: Mando'ad, Jedi Padawan, Master of Death, Boy-Who-Lived
Guardians: Cody Vizsla, Tarre Vizsla
Magical Guardian: Tarre Visla (Recently changed)
Vaults: Potter Trust 687, Potter Family 137, Lilly Potter Personal, 657, Black Trust 686, Black Family 97, Peverell Trust 685, Peverell Family 3, Azreal’s Vault 0
Property: Potter Manor - Northampton (under lockdown, 3 years remaining), Potter Cottage - Godric's Hollow (destroyed, under stasis), Potter Holiay Home - Cornwall (habitable, wards stable), Black Manor - Devon (habitable, wards require upkeep, Black Townhouse - 12 Grimauld Place (requires maintenance, wards corrupted), Black Cottage - Isle of Skye (habitable, wards stable), Peverell Castle - unplottable (habitable, wards stable), Peverell Keep - unplottable (habitable, wards stable), Preverel Cottage - Somerset (requires maintenance, wards unstable)
Wizangamot Seats/Votes: Potter - 1, Black - 2, Peverell - 3
Ailments: N/A
Evaar’la was shocked, he had no clue ik his last life that he was blood adopted by is godfather, or the full names of his birth parents.
“Now then ad'ika,” Ragnok said, “I understand that you will be requiring some money to get your school supplies?” When Evaar’la nodded in assent Griphook slid a key ring with four keys across the table as well as three cards.
“These keys are for your trust vaults and your mothers vault, I've gone ahead and terminated all other existing keys, the cards are connected to your trust vaults but will function as debit cards in the mundane world.” Griphook then pushed 3 boxes across the table, “these are your Heir rings, and will give you access to your family vaults, please go ahead and put them on your person, we tend to use chains in the tunnels, if you wish for one I can aquire it.” Evaar’la shook his head before pulling his mythosaur necklace out from his flightsuit and carefully threding all three rings on it. Gleefully noting that the Peverell Heir ring included the reserection stone and that he now had all three Hallows again.
“Thank you, Griphook” he said, bowing his head.
“It was a pleasure to be of assistance” he replied.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries the Vizlas bade farewell to the Dwar’mando’ade and emerged into the bustle of Diagon Alley.