Gringotts, part 2
Error talking
Nightmare talking
Thinking/X talking
Following the still unnamed teller, Error looked around as they walked. It was quite opulent, with everything made of gleaming white marble, gold and crystal chandeliers overhead. Gold also decorated the wall and pillars they passed while walking. "What's your name sir?" Inky asked the teller. "I am Kraglirg, young one." the goblin replied. Blue spoke up. "I'm sorry, we must seem terribly rude for not asking sooner, Mr. Kraglirg." Kraglirg started and shook his head bemusedly. "Quite the opposite, actually. Most humans don't tend to ask at all, and are very rude when they visit Gringotts, believing us to be inferior. Even though we are the ones that control their money. There were several wars between wizards and goblins before the treaty that enabled us to start Gringotts was struck."
Error scoffed at that. "Pretty obvious that they're just shooting themselves in the foot with that." Blue looked at Error with confusion in his eyes, before it hit him. "Because you control their money, they can't go to war with you again, since wars are expensive, and you can just stop them from accessing their money, so nothing could be done!" he exclaimed quietly, trying to hold back his laughter. It was sheer genius. Kraglirg nodded, impressed that they had caught that. "Yes, and the best part is that the foolish wand-wavers honestly have no clue. It's quite pathetic actually. Ah, here we are, the Inheritance Office." he said, pushing open a heavy mahogany door.
The room within was bright, with the same snow white walls as the rest of the bank, though there were tapestries with family crests on them decorating the walls. The largest tapestry was behind the dark wooden desk that Error was able to identify as ebony, (Nightmare also had an ebony desk, and stars help the one that spilled anything on it). The tapestry had a black background, with Gringotts' crest on it. The motto beneath the crest read, "Fortius Quo Fidelius". Error saw Blue mouthing the words as they walked up to the goblin behind the desk. Looking at the nameplate, Blue asked, "Can we have an Inheritance Test done for our charge, Mr. Banluff?"
The wizened looking goblin behind the desk grumbled and pulled out a vial. Pulling out the stopper, he beckoned Inky over, holding out his hand.
When Inky stepped closer, the goblin grabbed his wrist and cut the palm of his hand, holding the bleeding cut over the vial. Error started but before he could attack the one hurting Inky, Blue used his magic to keep him still. Inky didn't let out a single sound, which was confusing. After a few seconds, Banluff moved Inky's hand away from the vial and put a bandage on his cut palm. "Keep that there for five minutes, the cut will heal by then." Banluff said gruffly. "Sorry about that, I find it's easier to work fast so the young ones don't really feel anything." he said apologetically as he restoppered the vial and swirled the contents about, to mix the blood in. Nodding, Banluff unstoppered the vial again and dipped a large, dark blue feather into the vial.
Positioning it over an empty sheet of parchment, he let go of the quill and the trio watched with interest as the quill zipped across the parchment on it's own. About 15 minutes later, the quill stopped and laid down neatly next to the parchment. Banluff grabbed the quill and vial and dumped them into a bucket then snapped his fingers, causing flames to spring from the bucket. This caused Inky and Blue to jump as they hadn't been expecting that at all. "We destroy any and all blood samples after we are done using them, as a security measure. There are many evil things that can be done with a person's blood, you know." he said simply as the flames extinguished themselves.
Looking over the parchment, Banluff's eyes widened and he looked over at Inky, then back at the parchment. "I-How? He's too young to be him..." he muttered to himself as Blue and Error looked at each other worriedly. "Is there a problem?" Error asked, concern coloring his tone. "Not wrong, per se, but... there's some confusion. Your charge is listed as a rather well-known person on this parchment, but he's too young! Harry Potter is turning 16 this year, while your charge can't be older than 11! But the Test never lies, hence the confusion." Banluff replied. Error sighed and said, "He was deaged, physically and mentally. He is much older than what he looks like in reality. His magic deaged him to protect him from the backlash of something rather traumatic, so he can get the emotions out safely, without hurting himself or others around him, as he is very powerful."
Banluff nodded slowly. "Yes, I suppose that would do it, thought the fact that Mr. Pot-" "Inky. My name is Inky. I don't remember being Harry Potter, not really. I prefer being Inky because Inky has family and friends, while Harry had no one from what little I remember." Inky interrupted seriously. Banluff regarded the little boy with a look, taking in his serious air. He sighed and got up from his chair. "This isn't my purview, I will take you to the Potter account manager to discuss the details. I wish you all the best of luck. May I make a suggestion though?" At Error's nod, Banluff continued. "Blood adopt him. It will make him your child in blood and magic, so that way any old samples of blood that anyone may have had will be rendered useless. And change his name, Harry Potter is very well known as a savior. The wizards practically worship him, despite the fact that no one knows what truly happened on the night he gained his fame."
Error stared at nothing as Blue gently led his shell-shocked friend through the halls, following Banluff as he walked quickly. Knocking on another heavy looking mahogany door, Banluff waited for a deep voice to call 'Enter' before opening the door, waving the group through. Taking seats, Inky looked up at Error as Banluff and the unknown goblin started talking in hushed tones. "I wouldn't mind it if you did that blood adoption thing." Inky said softly, fidgeting a little. Error looked down at his charge and asked in the same low tone, "Are you sure? It's permanent you know." "Yup!" Inky said confidently, popping the 'p'.
Error bit his lip and looked away, his movement catching Blue's eye. "Don't you start with that self-deprecating bull right now, Error. You've already practically adopted him, this would just make it official." Blue said in a fierce whisper. Error looked at his friend, then back at Inky, who smiled cheerfully. "I would like it if you were actually my dad... I've never had one before." Inky said shyly, fidgeting some more. Error's Soul melted at this and he smiled, holding Inky close and nuzzling him. "Well then... I guess we better ask the goblins how to get the blood adoption done, hmm?" he said softly, looking Inky in the eyes. "Yup." Inky said happily. Looking over at the two goblins, it was apparent that they were done talking and were ready for business. Setting Inky on his lap, Error gave the two his full attention. Inky leaned back on Error's chest, a happy hum escaping him.
Error had never felt so happy before. Inky was going to be his child, hopefully by the end of the day. And well... he had always wanted a family.