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"normal speech"
“All-speech”
‘thoughts’
“Animal speech”
‘mind speech’
“Foreign speech”
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Godric Gryffindor proudly walked the steps of Gringotts, godson by his side. His little hyphis had just bonded with a beautiful wand. It was mostly brown with white almost veins running along the length and a black scourged handle. A triple-core, Harry had said. He could almost feel the power coming of it in waves. As the excitable 7-year old was busy showing his wand to his family, Godric had decided that he would take his godson to his goblin friends. A quick word with Sal had ensured that it was okay and so the godfather and godson went off to the bank.
“Master teller,” Godric spoke in flawless golbinic when it was their turn, “May gold flow and your vaults never empty”
“And may enemies fear your name, friend Godric. What brings you to the nation today?” The teller returned.
“My godson is in need of a weapon, Master Teller”
“Oh?” The teller said, “perhaps it is better if we continue this conversation in a tongue that he understands”
“With all due respect, Master Teller, I can understand you perfectly in whatever tongue you may speak” Harry cut in, speaking in perfect golbinic. “I have All-Speak you see”
“Of course, young warrior, may heads roll and your blade be ever sharpened” The shocked teller said.
“And may your gold never be taken, Master teller. Although I sadly do not possess any blades. May I inquire your name?” Harry said
“Bloodfang, youngling,” The teller turned to Godric “you shall need to go past the director with this, Friend Godric. I fear only a friend is given a goblin wrought blade”
“Is he occupied at the moment?” Godric asked, not willing to give up so easily
“No, Irontooth shall escort you there” as Bloodfang spoke, a second goblin appeared and after the usual pleasantries, they were brought to the director’s office. The door swung open at its own accord.
“Friend Godric, may heads roll and your blade be ever sharpened. What brings you here today?” The director spoke.
“And may enemies fear your name, Ragnok.” Godric spoke, “My godson is in need of weapons and you know that I only wish to buy the best.”
“you know the nation and its rules, Godric. Gold can’t buy you a blade here and only friends of the nation are given one.” Ragnok said
“That is a pity, Director.” Harry said, “oh and may heads roll and your blade be ever sharpened”
“you taught a human our ancient tongue?!” Ragnok said, “How dare you!!”
“he did not teach me, Director, I am an all-speaker” Harry said in All speech, a language that everybody understands but few speak.
The goblin stared at him in shock, “A… an all-speaker? The last all-speaker died 300 years ago! And may enemies fear your name, young one.”
“What would I have to do to gain a goblin wrought blade?” Harry asked
“Teach me some draconic words, young warrior, and I’ll give you a whole set of weapons” Ragnok said in a business type of voice
“And you get angry at my godfather for supposedly teaching me your ancient tongue? You disgust me!”
“1 word, and you’ll have your weapons”
“I thought the dragons saw you as friends, allies… you’d be incinerated if a dragon got word of this” harry said hotly
The director stared at him for a couple of minutes, then started laughing “worry not, hatchling, the dragons already taught me how to sing” he sang in perfect draconian.
“was this some kind of test?” asked harry in the same melodious tones
“it was, little one, I had to make sure you wouldn’t share the ancient language”
“then what do I have to do to gain those blades? Also, I would never share a tongue as powerful as this one. But I would like to use its runes to enforce the wards upon my home, do I have to ask permission for that?” harry asked, Godric was looking from him to the director with a confused look upon his face
“no, youngling, you just have to take a vow to never share a word or rune with anyone not approved by the dragons. As for the blades, do the same for the goblins and you’ll have them, friend who’s name I do not know yet” Said the director
“I Hariwalt Sirius Godric Potter-Black-Slytherin do swear upon my life and magic to never share a draconian word or rune with any being or beast without the spoken permission of the dragons, or may I lose my magic, as I say it, so mote it be” Harry spoke without hesitation, “will that do?” he asked as his whole body glowed.
“yes, young one, now the seco-” Ragnok said, in English
“just what is going on here?” asked a bewildered and worried Godric
“these are just some vows I have to take, lest the dragons kill me. Their language is sacred for a reason.” harry explained
“just how powerful is that language? And you for that matter, with most people only the hand glows.” his godfather said
“too powerful, I Hariwalt Sirius Godric Potter-Black-Slytherin do swear upon my life and magic to never share a golbinic word or rune with any being or beast without the spoken permission of the goblins, or may I lose my magic, as I say it, so mote it be” his whole body once again glowed and he smiled at his godfather, “as for me, I am pretty powerful to. But of course I’m still a growing boy!”
Godric stared at him in horror, “your magic will at-least triple by the time you are 17!”
the director laughed loudly, “then I am glad to call you a friend, young Hariwalt and to not have your wand against the nation!”
“I thank you, Ragnok” Harry said, “but can we now get a weapon? I can feel my magic straining to something inside your nation”
this caused Ragnok and Godric to gain a completely baffled look “your magic is bonding with a weapon?” they said in perfect unison.
“multiple, actually” harry answered
“well then, lead the way!” said a still shocked director. And so, the trio of warriors headed down to the cavern, following the tug of Harry's magic.
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Sharpshard was a young goblin to start in a forgery, he knew that. Most goblins first fought with the blades before trying to make their own, but he never liked hurting people and banking really wasn’t his thing. As he wept the sweat of of his forehead he proudly looked at his best work yet, he had just tried to cast twin swords out of dragon fire, an expensive material his mother had given him for his birthday last week, and so far it seemed to have worked. He was just going to pack them up and go home for the day when he heard a voice he didn’t recognise address him: “May steal melt and your hammer sound throughout the caverns, master smith”
“and may those past be forever with you” he automaticity answered as he turned around, “And I am hardly a master, call me Sharpshard” there he looked strangely as he saw a human boy, accompanied by the director and Friend Godric. “Director and friend Godric, may heads roll and your blade be ever with you. What brings you here today?”
“and may your forge never die out” the two in question answered in unison, for the director to take over, “This young warrior’s magic sought out your forge when he was looking for blades, may we search for it?”
“of course,” he readily said, “not let it be told I kept a warrior from his blade, or blades for that matter” to be honest, he was in shock. Normally goblins looked down on him and now they search him out for weapons?
As Sharpshard was pondering this, harry let his magic free and watched interested as it picked up the twin swords and a goblin silver dagger, then returned them to him. “I do think you are a master, Sharpshard, these swords are gorgeous. Is that dragon fire?” just as he said that, his magic suddenly brought him 6 iron throwing knives, then dropped. “well, that’s all?” he said, unsure.
“friend Hariwalt, do you know how rare it is for a wizard’s magic to bond with even one weapon?” a shocked director asked
“is it rare?” harry asked, then turned to Sharpshard “oh, and how much do I owe you?”
“nothing, friend Hariwalt. Those are your weapons” the aforementioned smith said.
“here” harry insisted, pushing a purse with about 200 galleons in the young smith’s hands. What happened afterwards included a goblin crying happy tears, a tea invitation and some more finances.
Needless to say, harry went home with a smile on his face