Local boy confused and stabbed
Despite the conditions the two were stuck in, Harry could at least be thankful that it was a nice day out. Not too hot, just on the misty side. He could also be thankful that it seemed to be too early for anyone to be in the Alley yet. His only companions being shopkeepers setting up, auror’s finishing rounds, and a few elderly Wixen starting on their shopping.
This gave Harry the perfect opportunity to walk, aka run, behind the stairs leading up to the bank, and attempt to figure out how to not be killed by McGonagall before he could even enter the maze. Along with how not to be recognized before the Goblins got him sorted out.
Sitting down on a secluded bench with a “HUff”, and a thump, Hedwig bounced off his shoulders as he looked at what he had on hand.
A pair of pajamas, worn down slippers, his invisibility cloak, a broken quill, two owl treats, and a weird box. Not much. Tossing the owl treats to his bird, Harry tugged on his cloak, gathered his… box? And started making his way towards the bank. If he didn’t have his key on him surely they have spares.
He leaned his head out behind the wall he was hiding behind, Hedwig poking her own head out much further, looking around curiously.
“See anything girl? Anyone walking around?” Hedwig staying silent was enough of confirmation that the coast was clear to go out, so he began to walk out, and up the stairs, with only one mournful glance towards Florean Fortescue’s Ice cream, remembering he hadn’t eaten any breakfast, and barely any dinner. “Maybe McGonagall won’t mind if I grab a bite before I head back. I’ll need it for the tournament anyways.” He mumbled as he crossed the threshold of the bank, the guards nodding their heads to the invisible boy.
He wondered when during the school year the store had gotten a paint job. It practically looked brand new.
He let all thoughts of ice cream drift as he made his way to the bank tellers, when he got to one, further back in the bank hall, and unoccupied, he took off his cloak.
“Excuse me? Sir?” He asked the teller. After a minute or two of standing there, as he looked up to the Goblin bank teller in the tall chair he suddenly worried that maybe he forgot to take his cloak off. And he was now embarrassing himself, just as he was about to make sure he HAD in fact removed the Cloak, the teller glanced down at him, sighed, and said, “Key.” While holding out his hand.
While usually Harry or the guardian he was with would immediately hand over his key, Harry didn’t have it on his person right then and there, as he never did during the school year.
“Uh- I'm sorry Sir I don’t have my key on me right now. I believe my friend's mom had it last?” He said questioningly, wondering if it was in fact Mrs. Weasley who had his key or if it was with someone else at the moment. While he wondered about that the Teller had called someone from Inheritance and Identity to take over so he could assist someone else in the line.
The older goblin who came to take him to Inheritance and Identity walked over to the young wizard and extended a wrinkled hand, pointing down a long corridor, “If you could come with me young man I’d be happy to take your case. I’ll just need to test your blood to make sure your vault is your own, then we can forge you a new key.” As Harry began to walk, the Goblin kept a step in front of him, to make sure he continued to lead him and the boy wouldn’t turn down the wrong corner. After the windy twists and turns of Gringotts, Harry and his escort arrived at a pair of wooden doors, leading into an office. Despite belonging to such a small creature, the office could pass as large for even a human. Trinkets decorating the shelves along with books, and obviously treasured items. Pictures of his escort with Goblins, humans and non-humans alike lined his walls and covered his desk.
“Now young man, if you could sit right there as I grab my supplies, that would be ideal. We’re going to do a quick inheritance test to see which vaults you have blood claims over, and then we can get you back your key, or even keys.” The Goblin made himself busy around the office room, opening doors and drawers and finding things in odder and odder places. Parchment in a wardrobe, a knife in a shoe, and a bowl that was once holding cards, was dumped out to be used for this “test”. Despite the obvious differences between the two men, Harry couldn’t help but relate the Goblin and Ollivanders in their ways of knowing where everything is within the chaos.
“Now! That seems to be everything I need, Mr…” The Goblin trailed off, suddenly realizing he never introduced himself or bothered to learn his companions name, as he was about to open his mouth again to ask the boy what his name was, Harry quickly blurted out, “Oh! I’m sorry just Harry is fine.” He nervously smiled, then remembering manners, “And what’s your name Sir?”
“Ah! Harry. Fine name, though I’m betting it’s just a nickname. My name is Garguss Alghack, though you are welcome to just call me Garguss, I don’t mind you young Wixen calling me so informally.” He said, returning to his busy work, beginning to set up his test on his overcrowded desk, and Harry found himself amazed that all the supplies fit on such a small empty spot, without having to move any of Garguss’s personal items. Just as he thought that, Garguss slammed down the bowl, now full of a shining liquid, and it threatened to knock itself over, Harry, reaching out to grab it with his seeker skills was only stopped by Garguss grabbing his, already wounded hand, and for the second time that day, Harry Potter's hand was stabbed. Well, more like sliced.
Just as quick as the pain went, it was gone, as Garguss dunked the wounded hand straight into the bowl of liquid without remorse seeing Harry cry out.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s too sharp to really hurt. It was more just your shock that scared you.” Garguss explained as he lifted the boys hand out of the water, and wrapped it up quickly with a bandage. “On the positive it didn’t need to take much blood, as your hand was already bleeding on its own. And now even that wound is disinfected.” Harry took back his back, marveling at the fact that the skin that was dunked was now slightly gimmering, like a super fine glitter was dumped on it.
“Now, let’s see what we have here,” Garguss excitedly said before dumping the now pinkish liquid onto the parchment below the bowl. The two of them stared as the paper began to fill up with statements unfamiliar to Garguss, as expected, and also unfamiliar to Harry, which was completely unexpected.
Current time August 1st, 1941 09:27:33
Hadrian Ignotus Peverell
Age
14
Birthday
July 31, 1927
Blood Status
Half-Blood
Father
Ignotus Jameson “James” Peverell ✝
Mother
Lily Estelle Peverell nee Evans ✝
Vaults
Peverell Family Vault
Balance
Galleons 2,178,965 Sickles 276 Knuts 3,788
Evans Vault
Balance
Galleons 2,578 Sickles 27 Knuts 15
Property
Peverell Family Manor
Seaside Cottage
Evans Family townhouse
Hollow Vineyards
Abilities
Time Travel (low to zero control)
Parseltongue (moderate to above)
Through conquest
Immortality (low to zero control)
Only used twice
Horcrux (Low to moderate control)
Made by Tom Riddle (AKA Voldemort)